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Family Trip to Morioh [part 1]

Jotaro heads to Morioh to do part 4, but this time he has a whole family that pesters him to let them go as well. Despite his efforts, he gives in.

A nice family vacation. What could go wrong?

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Lavender (jotaro x kakyoin)

Jotaro and Kakyoin haven't seen each other in over ten years, but Joseph and the Duwang Gang try to fix that.

[a/n: I just wanted some fluffy jotakak ok]

It had been 11 years since Dio's brutal defeat in Egypt. 11 years since he'd last seen Kakyoin outside of blurry Polaroids he got in the mail, sent from the name Tenmei Kakyoin. 11 years since he'd fallen in love.

The letters were the only thing keeping him going at first. He didn't know if it was really his best friend sending them, but who else would? Nobody else knew his stage name he would sign his art with. Nobody else could know the things they wrote each other about, the things they talked about on the hot Egyptian nights with the sheets tangled around them all those years ago.

That was how he found out that Noriaki Kakyoin was still alive.

Jotaro always took a letter with him anywhere he went. At first it was so he didn't forget the mailing address on his long business trips, so he could write to Kakyoin from whatever hotel he was staying in. But it had become a habit of his to have a letter with him at all times, probably because he felt a strange sense of comfort reaching into one of his pockets and feeling one of the envelopes tucked neatly inside. Almost like the feeling when Kakyoin would reach out and give his hand a squeeze when the other crusaders were distracted picking out hotel rooms and such.

He held one in his hand now, fidgeting with the slightly ripped corner of the envelope. He'd just opened this letter the morning before, right before he'd gotten a call from the old man to go to Morioh as soon as he possibly could. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't come up with a valid reason for the old man to call him back to this town. Anything was possible, though, and for all he knew Joseph could've been doing all this in an elaborate scheme to fuck with him.

Jotaro watched from the taxi cab window as the rain beat down upon the Earth. The driver drove like a bat out of hell, managing to swerve and hit every large puddle he found. They were on the outskirts of Morioh now, the sparse buildings growing closer towards each other the longer they drove.

"So what brings you back to Morioh? Business or pleasure?"

He glanced up at the rearview mirror, meeting the crazed taxi driver's eyes. It was the same man who drove him last time, he'd noticed. Or was it? He couldn't tell, a but he wasn't too keen on fighting yet another stand user in this town.

"Hopefully pleasure," he sighed, "but I shouldn't count on that too much."

The man chuckled and pulled into the parking lot of the Morioh Grand Hotel. Joseph, Josuke, Okuyasu, and Koichi stood outside. They looked... suspicious.

Jotaro glared out the window. They were obviously trying  way too hard to act naturally. Koichi sat on a bench with an upside down opened book in his hands. Okuyasu and Josuke, well... they were taking turns flexing at each other, barely holding a straight face. Joseph just looked disappointed, a hand covering his face as he seemingly tried to hide his embarrassment.

As he stepped out of the car, they all made eye contact with him and smiled.

"You're hiding something," he deadpanned. "Tell me what it is."

"Well," Josuke glanced over at Joseph, "We already got you a hotel room!"

"Yeah, you can just go straight up there," Okuyasu giggled. "You don't have to check in!"

"Old man, tell me what's going on."

Joseph sighed loudly, giving a warning glance to the two boys. Okuyasu tossed Jotaro the plastic card key and pulled Josuke and Koichi behind a large, decorative bush.

"There's another stand user here, and..."

Jotaro was getting annoyed. He knew they were hiding something, he just couldn't figure out what it was. For all he knew, they could have captured a live crocodile and left it in there for him to stumble upon. They all seemed to share one brain cell, and that brain cell was not good at lying.

"And what?"

"He's in the hotel room. We think that he may have some important information that you could use."

To be honest, Jotaro didn't know what to expect. The chances they actually did capture another stand user were high, but this was Joseph Joestar, his spawn, and said spawn's friends. There's no way they would be this giddy about another damned stand user.

He hesitantly trudged towards the main entrance of the hotel room, the other four men following behind him. As soon as he stepped into the hotel, he knew something was off. He felt a strange sense of calm, the warmth inside of the hotel luring him further inside. The only thing he was worried about was the quiet giggling coming from two of the four idiots behind him.

He pressed the button to the elevator and it opened almost immediately. He stepped inside and held onto the railing on the wall, making room for the absolute children shuffling in behind him. He knew there probably wasn't any real threat. Hell, knowing Joseph, he probably had a very drunk Polnareff dressed up like Marilyn Monroe again.

Before he knew it, the elevator doors were opened and he was leading a herd of clowns behind him. At this point, he knew it would be something that would probably backfire and hurt him (as it always did). He didn't bother to try interrogating them anymore, it wouldn't do any good. They may have been terrible at being serious, but god were they hard to read, especially for a bunch of... well, idiots.

He found the room that was printed on the small plastic card. Room 418. Before sliding the card into the slot, he gave the four a warning glance. Star was practically begging to come out, to beat the living shit out of whatever was waiting for him, but he held back.

They all watched intently as he unlocked the door, his hands shaking slightly. As soon as he opened the door, he felt something constrict around his throat. He closed his eyes and summoned Star.

He opened his eyes, expecting a fairly large snake to be wrapped around him. Instead, he found a large, green, tentacle-esque thing that he almost didn't recognize. The grip loosened and he was released onto the floor. He fell to his knees, watching as the stand recoiled around a pair of long, slender legs.

"JoJo?"

He cautiously looked up, his eyes meeting the one and only Noriaki Kakyoin's. His wavy red hair was tied up in a ponytail, his signature red bangs hung in front of one of his eyes. A set of thin framed glasses sat crooked on his nose, and the scars- which were almost concealed by shimmery, green eyeshadow- around his lavender eyes had faded to a milky white color. He looked exactly the same, yet so different. But Jotaro was still as amazed by his beauty as he was all those years ago. 

"Nori..."

Kakyoin dropped down to his knees and wrapped his arms around Jotaro in a bone-crushing hug. Jotaro hugged back, burying his face into his old flame's white trench coat. He still smelled the same, he still felt the same, after all these years. He was still the same old Kakyoin. He typically hated physical contact. He felt like it was invading and weird, and he just didn't understand why people would want to be so close to each other. Hell, he didn't even like being intimate with his ex wife. But it was like he understood everything in that moment, as the man he fell in love with practically squeezed the life out of him. He felt secure, he felt home. He didn't want to leave Kakyoin's embrace.

"Is anybody crying?" Okuyasu interrupted. "I have a bet to win."

Kakyoin pulled back, much to Jotaro's dismay, and placed his hands on Jotaro's cheeks. Tears slowly began to fall, but Kakyoin wiped them away with his thumbs.

"I thought you were in Florida," Kakyoin whispered. "Did they tell you I was here?"

"Actually, he didn't," Joseph announced. "You two haven't seen each other in, what was it, ten years? If you didn't meet up soon, we knew you'd never find the time to. So we all planned this."

"Yeah!" Josuke cheered. "We wanted you guys to see each other, because Okuyasu and I see each other every day and we're, like, best bros! We couldn't imagine what it would be like for you guys to not see each other for ten whole years!"

Jotaro looked behind him, all four of them beaming as if they had done the impossible. They probably had, honestly. Kakyoin's art career kept him travelling all over the world, and Jotaro's seminars had always conveniently taken place in areas Kakyoin had either just left or hadn't been yet. Neither of their hectic schedules allowed them to see each other, so they had just come to accept that.

"Alright guys, we should give them some privacy," Koichi piped up. They all nodded in agreement and went back to the elevator. Joseph sent a not-so-subtle wink in Kakyoins direction, getting a soft chuckle in response.

Kakyoin stood up and held his hand out to Jotaro. He took it and used the wall to hoist himself off the rough carpet. His hand was lightly calloused, more than likely from all the art he'd made in the past ten years. He was working on a manga, if he remembered correctly, and he'd finally found a company that would publish it a few weeks ago.

Jotaro's eyes met Kakyoin's once again. Kakyoin smiled and fixed his crooked glasses.

"They told me they needed my help discussing the possibility of a stand user while I was here," he said. "They said to wait here and make sure nobody came in while they went for drinks. Somehow none of them realized I wasn't falling for Joseph's stupid idea.

"Have you forgotten that the old man is full of stupid ideas?"

"Yeah... I'm sorry I choked you."

"I'm sorry I scared you."

Jotaro lightly touched his neck; he knew it would be sore within an hour or so. Kakyoin was strong way back then, so his strength probably matched Star Platinum's by now.

"So," Kakyoin sighed. He sat down on a nearby sofa, patting the spot next to him. "What did they tell you?"

Jotaro shrugged his white coat off and tossed it onto the table, where Kakyoin put his. He sat down next to the redhead and rolled his eyes.

"They said there was an enemy stand user in this room and I needed to get information out of him. I didn't believe a second of it, but..."

He couldn't think of what to say, really. The fact that Joseph could get him to drop everything and come to Morioh really was incredible; but they'd been trying to see each other for ten years, and Kakyoin simply wasn't able to stay in one place long enough.

"But what?"

"But I just wanna know how those idiots managed to get you here."

"Actually, they didn't. I had an art show here, and I happened to bump into Joseph and his son. God, they look just alike."

Jotaro smiled. They'd both seen old photos of Joseph from his teenage years. He pulled them out of his wallet while he was drunk at some bar on their way to Egypt. He was babbling about how he 'roped in' Jotaro's grandmother, and how he 'still had it' after 50 years. Josuke was almost the spitting image of his father back then.

"So you'll be gone again soon?"

"Yeah," Kakyoin sighed. "I have three days until my next show in Milan. It's crazy how these people make me jump around from place to place. I have the money to quit, I just... I don't know..."

"You know you could just take a break. I've got an apartment in Florida- you could come stay there, you could meet Jolyne. She's a huge fan of your art, by the way. She loves when I show her the pictures you send me."

"Tell me about her," he hummed.

"She's just... she's incredible. She's almost eight, now. She's beautiful, just like her mother. She's got my attitude though, and I honestly feel sorry for my mom now. She loves butterflies, she wants to be one when she grows up."

"I'd love to meet her," he said. "I'd love to come and visit, it's just- well, my art shows have kept me so fucking busy, JoJo."

Jotaro felt Kakyoin's hand on his own. He glanced downwards to see Kakyoin's slender fingers fidgeting with his wedding ring. He and his wife had divorced about a year ago. He only wore the ring for Jolyne, even if he did only see her about twice a month. It was the only thing keeping her from hating him, he thought.

"Are you happy?"

"I have to be," he whispered. "I've got money, fans who look up to me... Hell, I've met David Bowie! I can't be unhappy."

Kakyoin laced their fingers together, he was staring at the ring now. Jotaro felt one of heirophant's tendrils wrap around his wrist.

"Tell me, Jotaro," he croaked. "Do you still feel the same as you did back then?"

Of course he did. He didn't know how, or why, but he'd never gotten over Kakyoin. He was

"Do you?" Jotaro replied. He didn't want Kakyoin to leave because of his feelings. He didn't want to lose whatever they had. He felt heirophant's grip tighten. It didn't hurt- it was quite pleasant, honestly.

"Answer the question."

He finally understood why Kakyoin was asking him this. He'd gotten married and had a child with a woman he barely even knew. He probably thought Jotaro didn't love him in the first place. He probably thought he was just a burden, and as soon as he almost died Jotaro could escape and finally be with someone he really loved.

He was pressured into it, but Kakyoin didn't know that. Kakyoin didn't know about all the one night stands before his ex wife, just to get that red hair and those violet eyes out of his head. Kakyoin didn't know about all the nights he'd spent contemplating whether he should tell his wife about his sexuality or not, about how he was in love with the famous Tenmei Kakyoin- no, not Tenmei Kakyoin. Tenmei Kakyoin was an eccentric man with a mysterious past, who hid his feelings behind designer coats and expensive paints. He wasn't in love with that man. He was in love with Noriaki Kakyoin.

"Yes."

Before he knew it, Kakyoin's lips were pressed against his. Jotaro's hands found their way to Kakyoin's hips. He tasted like mint and cherry, something so familiar yet so new, it was almost the same as it was when they were young and dumb and all over each other back in their teenage years.

Kakyoin bit Jotaro's lip playfully, earning a surprised yelp from the larger man. His hands trailed up Kakyoin's sides, accidentally pushing something out of the pocket on his black pants.

"Ora!"

Jotaro sighed, glaring at Star Platinum. He held back this whole time, but the minute he and Kakyoin actually get somewhere he shows up.

Jotaro looked at what Star had picked up off the ground and gasped, playfully. It was a package of cigarettes, the same brand he used to smoke when he was younger.

"Nori!" Jotaro chuckled. "I thought you hated my bad habits!"

"I never said that," Kakyoin blushed.

"Oh, JoJo, that cigarette smells sooo bad! JoJo, could you please put that cigarette out!"

Jotaro continued to mimic the smaller man in a high pitched voice, poking him in the sides and causing him to laugh ferociously.

"Okay, so I may have picked it up," he sighed, laying his head down on Jotaro's chest. He ran his fingers through the now messy bright red locks; they were almost a hot pink now, he'd noted. "I missed you so much after my recovery, so I just started, and I didn't stop."

They sat in silence for a while. Jotaro kept playing with Kakyoin's hair- it was something he enjoyed when they were younger, Jotaro would do it when Kakyoin couldn't sleep in that damned hospital.

He thought about what would've happened if Kakyoin would've actually died. He probably wouldn't be here right now. He'd probably be stuck in a dead end marriage, he'd probably hate all the other crusaders, he probably wouldn't be alive.

"You have no idea how much I've missed you, Noriaki."

"Y'know," Kakyoin yawned, "a break doesn't sound too bad."

"So does that mean you'll come?"

"I dunno," he said. "This is pretty tempting, though."

Jotaro smiled, for what seemed like the first time in years. He felt truly happy like this. He didn't believe in God, but he silently prayed that it would stay like this forever.

[nomettesbizzareadventure]

accumulated wars and flights, (4/?)

After breakfast, Rohan retreats back to his workshop without so much as a thank you, leaving Kakyoin to finish the dishes by himself. He’s a strange one, if not so cruel as Kakyoin imagined. His house swings wildly between rooms of perfectly constructed order and beautiful showpieces to rooms stacked high with canvas and scrap, so overcrowded and haphazard as to be nearly impassable. Kakyoin woke early, his neck stiff from the night before, and wandered through the silent post-dawn house, contemplating the scope and width of his jail cell.

He’s cleaned the pantry and chased away the cobwebs, which is as much work as he cares to do in one day, so he leaves Rohan to his silent toil over his notebooks and heads out, Rohan’s money jingling in his bag.  Rohan didn’t react when Kakyoin said he was going to take some money for supplies, which Kakyoin is taking as permission. It annoys him to have to be so blunt, as he would prefer politeness, but he’s not going to skulk and beg.

His bad mood lasts him through the walk into town and the first of his little errands before dissipating in the face of Morioh’s charm. Even in these circumstances, Kakyoin likes human towns. He likes the purposeful cut of human architecture, so different from nature’s haphazard beauty. He likes the little houses and the little market and all the fruits and vegetables sitting in their boxes, careful and neat, the product of a hundred little transactions. He likes the shops selling beautiful dresses and the shops selling simple cloths and hand-woven goods and the housewives bustling about with their bags. People greet him, people talk to him, and still he’s invisible, no one aware of who he is or what he’s done or all he’s lost.

It’s evening before he can make himself  go back, his arms laden with cleaning supplies and groceries and a pack of books he couldn’t help but buy at the small bookstore in town. He’s only a block from the house when he catches a familiar scent on the wind, something that sets the alarms in the back of his head jangling. He freezes on the spot, looking around. There’s a young man coming up the sidewalk, his dark hair peculiarly arranged. He lifts his head, his pale eyes fixing on Kakyoin, and his nostrils flare. That’s when Kakyoin knows. Wolf.

“Fox,” the young man says. There’s a sword at his hip. For just a moment, Kakyoin sways under the assault of memory, the present day overtaken by the image of the past. Ten years ago, Jotaro looked almost exactly like the young man now approaching Kakyoin. He approached Kakyoin like this, with the same bold fearlessness, his hand ready at the hilt of his sword.

“What are you doing here?” the stranger demands.  His eyes drop down to the money pouch at Kakyoin’s waist. “Did you steal that from Rohan?” The question jolts him back to the present, reminds him that he needs to run.  

“I didn’t steal it,” he says, playing for time, trying to think of the fastest route to run out of town. He could fight and probably win against this pup, but he doesn’t want to damage the town. “Rohan gave it to me.”

“Why?”

“I’m his new assistant,” Kakyoin says.

“Oh!” To Kakyoin’s utter surprise, his opponent steps back and drops into a bow.

“I’m so sorry for the mistake!”  he declares loudly, his face red, voice flustered. “I didn’t realize you’d been invited!”

“It’s… fine.” Kakyoin says carefully, still not sure if this is a ruse. “No harm done.”

“I apologize for the misunderstanding, and welcome you to our town. My name is Josuke Higashikata, and I’m the town watchman.” His face is red and flustered, erasing any previous resemblance to Jotaro.

“I’m Kakyoin Tenmei,” Kakyoin says, giving a fake first name. “I’ll be staying in town for a while, if it’s fine with you.” It would give him a convenient out to be discovered and have to flee, but he doesn’t really want to go. Not yet. There’s still a little tug at his magic, something calling him back to Rohan, and he knows he’s not done. Not yet.

Josuke is studying him.

“I don’t know anything about foxes,” he confesses. “You’re not planning to steal Rohan’s soul or anything, are you? If he has a soul.”

“I’m not that kind of fox,” Kakyoin assures him, thinking of the shattered lives and charred buildings left in Dio’s wake. “Actually, I owe him a favor, so I’m stuck working for him until I pay it off.” Josuke groans sympathetically.

“Rohan’s the worst,” he says.  “He’s not making you do anything terrible, is he?” Josuke seems genuinely concerned. Kakyoin has to wonder how often Rohan brings some kind of wildly inappropriate new assistant into town.

“I only came in recently, but he seems more interested in his paintings than in me.”

“That sounds like Rohan, alright,” Josuke says. “He’s a jerk. When he found out I could turn into a wolf, it was all ‘Josuke, eat this weird meat’ and ‘Josuke, fight this random animal I released into the town’ and stuff like that. He even camped out outside my house for a few days.”

“He thinks I’m human,” Kakyoin says dryly. “Are there a lot of people like you in this town?”

“People like me? Oh, you mean…” Josuke winks ostentatiously, and Kakyoin can’t help but be grateful that there’s no one else on the street. “No, it’s only me. I inherited it from my old man, but he doesn’t live here. Don’t go picking a fight, though! Rohan’s not the only one in town with serious magic.”

“I’m just here for the groceries,” Kakyoin assures him. He doesn’t mind the human town, but he plans to approach it with caution. There are so many people, so close together, and everywhere the hum of magic, of the unexpected, and Kakyoin unable to defend himself with full range of his powers.

“Well, I’ll-” Josuke says, and then stops short. Rohan is coming down the sidewalk.

“Leave my assistant alone, you miscreant,” he says to Josuke.

“I’m not bothering him,” Josuke protests, but Rohan ignores him. He slips past Josuke, grabbing Kakyoin’s sleeve, and takes a step towards the house.  Kakyoin balks at being steered like this, pulling back, but Rohan isn’t even looking at him.

“Your hair is so terrible it should be outlawed,” he tells Josuke, and breaks into a run, dragging Kakyoin behind him.

“What- Rohan-” Kakyoin protests, and then he looks behind him. Josuke’s form has begun to twist and blur at the edges as the transition from human to wolf begins. There’s a black haze twisting around him, and Kakyoin can smell the sharp taste of rage on the wind. He runs.

He and Rohan reach the house only moments before Josuke. Rohan scrambles for his notebook, tears a piece of paper out and slams it on the door.  There’s a boom that shakes the whole house as something crashes into the front door, and then a deranged howl, but the front door holds. NO ENTRY, reads the paper Rohan stuck to the door. Kakyoin starts to laugh. He laughs so hard his shoulders start to shake and his wounds from the day before begin to ache, and he has to steady himself on a table to keep from falling over. Rohan is laughing too, a manic grin on his face as Josuke throws himself against the front of Rohan’s shop, his hulking form shaking the foundations of the house. He turns towards Kakyoin, his face full of delighted conspiracy.

“Welcome to Morioh,” he says.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3. 

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continued from here (x)

It took a moment for the small boy to decide whether he wanted to let Jotaro know or not. It was no secret that he’d missed his mother, after all, his half-asleep blubbering about how he missed how happy everything seemed was enough to clue others in on his troubles. But that didn’t change that he felt ashamed of crying in front of him like this, seeing as he’d been raised to swallow every whine and whimper he had. It was just instinct at this point, to drive others away in hope that he’d be left alone...Other people were troublesome. Other people were distractions. That’s the mentality he’d been raised on, when he spent his childhood alone and unable to connect to anyone.

But for once, he didn’t know if he wanted to shove the other away in this situation. Jotaro had proved he could see his ‘imaginary friend’, didn’t he? He didn’t call him weird, didn’t betray his trust. He held him close, let Tenmei do what he wanted within reason, and would take care of him. Tenmei was fully aware that the raven-haired man wouldn’t judge him, so why did he hold resentment towards wanting to cling onto him, now of all times?

It’s then that he makes his decision, slowly extending his arms towards Jotaro, a gesture to pick him up or to at least hold him -- Judging by the way he’d done this before, over and over, whenever he wanted the man or his stand to cling to. One hand grabbing at air, the other rubbing at his tears as he sniffled, lower lip trembling in a half hearted pout. If he was going to go about telling him, the least he wanted him to do is be able to comfort him. Even if he was the reason he was crying in the first place.

“You remind me of mama. A lot. The same pin, and the same smell...” He mumbles, the ten year old boy looking away to avoid eye contact, seemingly embarrassed he was crying over something so seemingly trivial. “...I don’t know why you act like you’re my friend. I thought you would think I’m weird.”