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"I'm here with you
When your hands are shaking
I'm here with you
And your heart is racing
I'm here with you
In the darkest shade of blue
You're not alone
Anymore"
A green-clad figure flew through the night sky, smashing into the metal tank with a heavy clang that reverberated between the buildings below. Dark blood spurted out of the gaping hole in his torso, soaking into his clothing. A torrent of water gushed out around and through him, pale pink in the light of the streetlamps. The boy looked up, an expression of shock, then defiance, painted on his face.
From the cobble streets, Jotaro Kujo screamed, but no sound came out. He blinked out the tears that blurred his vision as he watched the boy he loved torn asunder by a man who had tortured his bloodline for an entire century. He clawed at the wall of the nearest building desperately in a feeble attempt to climb it, but his arms wobbled and he was barely able to support his own weight with his feet on the ground. He was so weak… so very weak. A weakling and a coward, with a body frozen in place– he tried to run, but his feet did not obey– they remained stuck as if somebody had spread glue on the ground. There was nothing he could do, nothing other than to look up and watch as his best friend mustered up one last Stand attack before the light faded from his eyes.
Victory should have tasted sweet, but it was bitter and metallic with the blood of his fallen comrades. He stood there, eyes not leaving the limp body of the boy who was so full of life and promise merely a few hours ago. The only motion his body could make were the sobs that racked his chest.
Jotaro's eyes flew open, taking in his surroundings. Moonlight streamed in through the window, casting a pale glow on the mop of cherry-coloured hair that belonged to his partner. A warm body, pressed against his chest, arms wrapped around his waist. He breathed in, counting the seconds with the faint ticking of the alarm clock on the bedside table. In, and out. In, and out.
"Noriaki?" he whispered, guilty to interrupt his rest.
"Mm?" violet eyes slowly opened to meet his own, and the other man’s expression soon turned to worry. "You're not having nightmares again, are you?"
Jotaro bit his lip and nodded, wrapping his arms tighter around his boyfriend and pressing his face into the crook of his neck. "I watched you die ," he choked on the last word.
Noriaki held him close, breathing loud and slow. "Jotaro. I'm here. It's okay."
He nodded again, feeling the warmth of his embrace, the familiar contours of his lover's body, the soft fabric of his pajamas on his cheek, breathing in his scent– musk and sweet cherries– listening to the sound of his heart beating, circulating his blood, bringing life to his body. The safety and comfort of holding him and hearing his steady breathing let Jotaro's own heartbeat slow down to match his.
"I'm here."