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If Kakyoin ever had one wish, with all of the past behind him and the ashes of the world at his feet his wish would be for this moment to never end.
Years upon years of loneliness hardened into the coldness of a man far beyond the realms of understanding. Forever separated by the green of his stand, by the realm of impossibility that housed so much of his very existence. Was he being dramatic? Possibly, yet he could never truly love someone who could not see the full shade of his hue. Understanding is the rule of this world, a rule he holds closer to him than the stars hold the moon, and yet he finds that understanding slips his grasp every fleeting chance he receives.
Here, however, within the confines a room blanketed by the shadows of the night, he has everything. The living room is only illuminated by the dimmed down television, playing reruns of old cartoons long since gone ignored in the early hours of the morning. The audio provides a nice static to the environment that reminds Kakyoin of all the times he’s fallen asleep playing video games when he was younger. The atmosphere leaves him more relaxed than he’s ever been since DIO’s defeat, and it makes the pain in his abdomen far more bearable. His hand finds purchase in his lover’s hair as he wonders where their cat has gone, gazing off into the dark corridors with lazy interest. His lover shifts their position and even though their head grazes a wound still far too deep, he smiles.
There was a time when Kakyoin didn’t believe in his survival, with the cool heat of Egypt skimming his neck and DIO’s piercing gaze as they stand on the tip of the world. He never got to see Jotaro finish off DIO, none of them did. The last thing he saw was the water, a dirty red, as it flowed down to the ground below. It was a miracle, through and through, how he managed to escape death itself.
Sometimes, when the pain gets the worst it’s ever been, he doesn’t know what to do. He loses his train of thought, and every train after, desperately searches for an answer he doesn’t need. Pacing, shaking, sweating, he feels himself on the brink of death all over again and he hates it.
Kakyoin Noriaki has never loved someone more than he does them, who soothes him when his wounds threaten to open, who becomes the muse for every artistical masterpiece he creates, who understands him. They are the stars in his universe, the sun to his moon, the rose to his gold, something he would never trade the world for, but would gladly give the world to them if they asked.
Every morning he wakes up to their face, showers it in shameless kisses as their voice puts every single musical piece he’s learned to shame, an equal to none, an angel to him, the monotonous morning routines become playful exchanges and stolen kisses as the sun is faintly seen over the horizon, and he is happy.
Every evening plays out differently, sometimes they gather old consoles and their well worn controllers and spend the night seeing who outraces each other the most, others are spent looking over newly bought cookbooks and playing a game of rock papers scissors to see who cooks that night, it always ends up to be him, somehow, but when he sees the joy on their face as they taste the newly learned penne is all he needs to consider it worthwhile to cook as often as he does.
Kakyoin’s favorite evenings, however, are when they lounge on the couch, a bowl of cherries in front of them, with their legs entangled together as they skim through tv channels trying to find something entertaining while he just holds them. It’s nights like these, when they’re fast asleep and the only noise is the faint mumbling of words through their tv speakers where Kakyoin thinks.
He thinks about the life he almost lost, about the friends he never had the chance to make, and about the journey that brought him here. He owes it to them, to Jotaro, to Joseph, to Avdol, to Polnareff. Owes his life, his friendship, and his happiness to them, had he not gone with them upon a rash and impulsive decision, he would have never had friends to lean on. Without them he would have never had the courage or compassion to love someone as much as he loves them, and without them he would have never picked out a ring with the most beautiful violet centerpiece that lies in wait.
It’s in these moments where he sees the ashes of the world at his feet, and he thinks he doesn’t deserve the second chance he was given. However, Noriaki Kakyoin never really cared about the world anymore anyway.