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On a quiet morning in 1999 as the morning sun was still rising, a phone rang at the residence of Noriaki Kakyoin inside his apartment just on the outskirts of Morioh.
“Hello? Who is this?”, Kakyoin stated after clearing his throat, reaching for the radio dial to turn down the voice of the Morioh-cho radio morning reporter that spoke loudly in the background.
“Is this Noriaki Kakyoin resident of Shiro?”
“Depends. Who is this?”, Kakyoin frowned in annoyance as he repeated, taking a sip of his freshly brewed morning cup of coffee.
“My name is Robert Queens. Employee of the Speedwagon Foundation.”, the voice replied sternly
Kakyoin froze.
After he'd gotten out of the hospital, Joseph Joestar had had the kindness to line him up with a means of employment, allowing him to rent an apartment just outside of his home town of Morioh with the small amount of money he earned from the job. But the communications had always been over post or email as the job was remote. That is, until today.
“Right number then.", He replied, taking another swig of his coffee before setting it down on the table at his side, "What's up?"
“We have a mission we'd like to run by you. It says in our system you're one of our remote intelligence officers and sustained a grave injury that impacts your mobility. That being said, this mission would take place in Morioh and would concern some old acquaintance of yours. Mr.Joestar put you in as a suggestion”
Kakyoin raised his eyebrows in interest , “Old acquaintance?”
“Yes sir. You'd be assisting Mr.Jotaro Kujo in gathering information on a case of ours. A suspected stand user in Morioh is all the information we can provide without a firm answer. As for your mobility, it would only require minimal walking as Mr.Kujo would be gathering the bulk of the information in addition to that which can be found in public records”
For the second time in this phone call, Kakyoin found himself frozen in shock. It had been nearly a decade since he'd heard so much as a peep about the illusive Jotaro Kujo, much less been in his presence. The last he'd spoken to him, he was attending a university in Florida, but even that communication had cut off long ago. He'd made attempts to call him, but to no avail. Part of him was angry, but the other half was thrilled at the prospect of getting to catch up with his long missed friend.
“I'll take it”, he replied hurriedly and louder than he'd anticipated
“That's good to hear, Mr.Kakyoin. I'm sure Mr.Kujo will be glad to know. Information will be forwarded to you promptly.”
Kakyoin nodded, holding the phone to his ear with his shoulder, only vaguely still listening to the voice on the other end as he reached for the cigarettes and lighter in his cupboard, frantically igniting one as the man spoke, “Sounds great”
He didn't used to smoke. He couldn't even pinpoint when exactly he started. Or even if it was of his own volition or was his own way of feeling close to Jotaro during his long and seemingly endless absence from his life. He just couldn't remember. But damn did it make it easier to think as he lowered himself into his desk chair, booting up his painfully slow computer and for the seemingly millionth time in the past decade, typing Jotaro's name into the search bar.