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↳               ❛   i thought you’d like some company .   ❜   //    Polnareff

    sender :   @redlineoffate      /     source :   prompted     /     status :   open .

    it’s rare for kakyoin to be left alone in his hospital room .   his mother is sure to stop by for at least a few hours with each new sunrise ,   voicing her elation that his recovery has gone smoothly overall   &   offering small trinkets to remind him of the comforts of home ;   his handheld games ,   his favorite books ,   vhs tapes of films she thought he’d like .   &   when it wasn’t her by his side ,   it was jotaro ;   kakyoin finds immense comfort in his presence ,   whether they’re engaged in thoughtful conversation or sitting in comfortable silence .   it’s the warmth of friendship ,   a life - giving light he’d been certain he would never experience a mere amount months ago ,   only for it to find him at   rock bottom   &   blossom through cracks in concrete   &   stone .

his heart aches at the thought of mr. avdol   &   iggy   &   the devastating reality that he will never see them again .   though the lofty likelihood of death had not been lost on any one of them as they sought out that   great evil   in the heart of the desert ,   that awareness had not made the grave reality any easier to accept   ━━━━   even more so for kakyoin ,   who had so narrowly managed to slip free from the clutches of his own demise .   what does it mean that he survived   &   they didn’t ??   how can he truly cherish the second chance fate had graciously offered him ,   but heartlessly withheld from his beloved comrades ?? 

mr. joestar urged him not to think that way ,   the few times he’d visited .   fate cannot be personified ,   cannot embody human attributes   ━━━━   it is a phenomenon beyond the bounds of even the vastest intellects ;   a   faceless ,   nameless deity   that rejects the perception of any prying eyes seeking to decipher its true nature .   but when kakyoin lies on the stark white sheets of this bed ,   cloaked in the depth of the night   &   left with only his thoughts as company ,   he cannot help but ask these unanswerable questions .   had their lives been given for his ,   somehow ??   is it fair that he will live the rest of his life while they remain frozen in time ,   at the   eternal end   of some tragic story ?? 

the late morning light spills through undrawn drapes ,   casting a beam of white warmth over his abdomen .   he opens his eyes just as the door to his room swings on its hinge ,   &   a half - curtained gaze doubles in width as a familiar figure crosses into the room ,   filling kakyoin’s vision like some kind of holy figure as daylight catches in his silvery hair .

“   polnareff ??   ”   he asks through a stolen breath ,   though no answer is needed .   sitting up nigh on ninety - degrees ,   a mountain of pillows tumbling down his straightened back ,   kakyoin reaches out for his friend almost instinctively ,   the intravenous tube burrowed into his arm swinging like a loose rope .   in an image that might be shocking to any who witnessed how sourly kakyoin behaved toward polnareff for the bulk of their shared journey ,   his   true regard   for him shines through ,   the glow of a campfire beneath the blackened desert sky ;   kakyoin is smiling wide ,    his dimples on full display as the whites of his teeth fill the space between rosy lips .

“   nobody told me you were coming ,   ”   he utters ,   voice airy with surprise   &   eyes alight with genuine mirth to see his friend ,   &   to see him looking well .   “   jojo said he hasn’t seen you since you went back to france .   you didn’t come all the way to japan just to see   me ,   did you ??   ”