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Jotaro Kujo's life felt tampered with, as if stepping into a whole new world. It was his first day back to school since the whole parade of trying to save his mom, Holly, and murdering the Vampire who cursed her.
He just hasn't been able to shake an itchy feeling. A tattoo, under the skin even when it gets removed.
He marched off to his destination, contemplating, trying to figure out his object at hand. As he saw the nearing staircase to the school grounds in his view, his breath hitched. Remembering what last happened when he walked on those stairs.
Shutting his eyes for a moment, calming himself, he did everything he could do, yet still wasn't enough.
He was gone, and there's nothing he could do about it. It's time to move on Jotaro Kujo, he whispered to himself in his head as he walked off to the gates of the High school.
Jotaro, only a few steps on campus, heard the familiar echo call out to him..
“Hey! You seem to be in a hurry, Jotaro.“, out-called a sing-song voice. Jotaro felt his body tense up, he gritted his teeth as he wasted no time bringing out Star Platinum.
“I'm guessing you're a stand user.“Jotaro grumbled, narrowing his brow, eye bags from sleepless nights giving him a more serious look.
There stood the alluring Noriaki Kakyoin with his normal, smiley demeanor. “Jotaro... I have always been a stand user?“ Kakyoin plainly stated, Jotaro stiffened waiting for the other's next move.
There was a brief moment passed where it seemed like both parties hesitated, no words exchanged between the pair.
As Jotaro was trying to get a hit on the ‘imposter’, the green stand made its presence known. Hierophant Green appeared to intervene in the powerful blow with an Emerald Slash!
“Jotaro, have you gone mad..?“ concern broke from the man defending against Star Platinum's relentless attacks. Noriaki Kakyoin's face twisted into one of worry for his friend's sudden erratic behavior.
Jotaro felt unsure if he should believe in what he remembers, or should he believe in the small microscopic chance that this could be his friend, in good health, who left the battle unscathed.
Living to see the end of his high school days.
JoJo's breathe shook with every exhale, and inhale.. Both eyes locked, charmed by the other's, it felt.. He feels real?
The Joestar approached Kakyoin, hesitation evident in his movement, and their stands withdrew back into their host as they both began to walk closer to each other.
"Jotaro.. ", Kakyoin's faint voice spoke. The feeling melted into Jotaro, hoping that it'll never stop, until it did.
That mesmerizing moment when nothing moved, everything settled, solved.
“ WAIT! Isn't that... JOTARO KUJO! “, squeaked a blonde.
In a blink of an eye a crowd of girls in uniforms squealed with excitement as they all rushed at him at once. They latched on his arms, and cuddled him.
The stampede of girls made a barrier between the redhead, and JoJo.
Before Jotaro could bathe in the presence of the other a bit longer, Kakyoin waved a solemn goodbye then started the journey up the staircase.
JoJo bit his lip, frustrated that he let him slip through his fingers.
Out of sight, out of mind.
While sitting in class Jotaro couldn't shake the fact that he saw Noriaki Kakyoin. Unable to listen to the teacher's blabbering about geometry equations, he packed his belongings, and left in the middle of class.
“Kak--..Kakyoin.” JoJo mumbled underneath his breath, tightening his jaw. Just the thought of his deceased friend being used as a puppet in some ploy to get rid of him dug underneath his skin.
In the meantime, he decided to rest in the nurse's office trying to maintain his steaming temper, that tips the brim of boiling.
By lunchtime Jotaro's body was engulfed with fervor. Planning on tracking the maker of it, he roamed the halls in search for him.
JoJo heard a group of girls swooning. Their voices grated against Jotaro's eardrums, but they weren't for him. The little get together surrounded the familiar stand user, Kakyoin.
"LOOK JOJO IS BACK!" He pushed past the ladies trying to reach the other side of the hallway, storming over to where the swarm of girls were at. “Oh! Jotaro, would you like to eat lunch together?”, Kakyoin cheerfully announced, as he held up his bento box.
JoJo came to a halt, examining the other, from the dirt on his shoes, to the split ends on his head.
Before the redhead got a response, JoJo clamped onto his wrist, and dragged him out to the isolated rooftop, Kakyoin's legs stumbling behind one another attempting to keep up with the pace.
The entire small trip up to the tops of the school, Kakyoin kept asking, and pressing Jotaro to answer what was wrong.
Once they arrived, the redhead was launched into a storage room. The door clicked with a loud clack of metal.
Jotaro roughly threw the struggling redhead against the wall, summoning Star Platinum, pinning him, ensuring no escape.
“ JoJo.. Did something happen? “, Kakyoin reached out to brush the hair out of Jotaro's sweaty face, but was instantly swipe down by the stand.
The Joestar wondered what to say, what to do in this situation? A part of him is screeching at him to hold onto him forever, the other argued to question what this man is, why all of the sudden?
He had to be tamed, don't let his emotions get the better of him..
Tilting his head upwards trying to counsel his tears from making contact with his cheek.
“ Let me state the obvious…. 𝘠𝘰𝘶.. 𝘈𝘳𝘦.. 𝘕𝘰𝘵.. 𝘒𝘢𝘬𝘺𝘰𝘪𝘯. “, Jotaro hurt by saying this, but he had to test the waters.
“ J--Jotaro...W--Wha” Kakyoin's face flushed, as traces of tears started to bloom in his eyes.
Kakyoin's hands stilled, as he turned his face away from JoJo's view.
“Now.. Tell me.. "Jotaro demanded, his fist clenched so hard his knuckles turn white.
"Who.. Or what are you?"
How the hell does a stand mimic another? He seems so legit.. It's really like.. it's him.
JoJo's thoughts were put to a pause.