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flamegatorwrites · 4 years

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Feel (BruAbba oneshot)

Warnings: PART 5 SPOILERS, angst, death

A/N: ok hi so i wrote all of this in like 2 hours so im sorry if its trash. ive been hardcore vibing with bruabba lately, and ive needed to vent, so this was sort of a 2 in 1 combo haha. also uhh part 5 spoilers so if you havent gotten past like episode 28 then leave unless you want it spoiled for you.

Dealing with loss was always something Bruno was good at. He had to be; not only for himself, but now that he was promoted to capo, he had to stay strong for Passione- well, what remained of it.

Narancia had finally tired himself out. He was inside of the turtle now, leaving only Bruno and Giorno outside on the boat. They were on their way to the Colosseum, where the man in the computer told them to go. He still didn't fully trust whoever it was, but it was a hell of a lot better than sitting back and doing nothing. Worst case scenario, it turns out to be a stand user.

He didn't want to admit to the others that he didn't trust the man. He didn't even want to be around the others. Usually, dealing with the loss of a loved one, he'd been alone. He'd been able to pick himself back up and grieve fairly easily. Now that he was the sole guardian of literal children, it wasn't exactly the same. Not only did it hurt to watch them grieve over someone closer to them than their own families, it hurt to lose the man he considered the love of his life.

Bruno always considered him an attractive man. Leone Abbacchio, one of the most esteemed police in Italy. He and Bruno never interacted during Abbacchio's days as a cop, but Bruno always found himself admiring him- from his work ethic, to his sense of justice, and even his looks. But as everyone knows, as beautiful as Italy is, everyone in charge was cruel and corrupt- and willing to kill. Soon, Leone became what he hated the most. After his partner died, he retired. His life went down the drain, he became an alcoholic, and he gave up on everything- including that sense of justice that Bruno loved so much.

Eventually, Bruno decided to shoot his shot. He only had one man on his team, and that wasn't enough to achieve his main goal. Besides, he'd always wanted to talk to him anyways, so why not start then?

He was a little hard to convince at first. He wouldn't even open the door. Bruno would've thought he was dead if he hadn't seen the curtains beside the door move.

Every day for almost two months, Bruno would come by to check on him. Sometimes he would bring fresh food, other times he would simply listen to Leone, allowing him to vent to someone who wouldn't judge him. Eventually, he decided to join Passione, and he moved in with Bruno.

It was only meant to be platonic. Sure, Bruno did find him attractive, and he may have developed a crush. But it would pass, he kept telling himself. Abbacchio relied on him, he trusted him. What would he think if Bruno turned around and shoved all of his feelings down his throat? Bruno didn't even know if he felt that way about other men, let alone himself.

One night, though, that changed. He'd been living with them for around 4 months by then, and it was around two in the morning. Bruno was awakened by Fugo and Narancia shaking him firmly.

"What's wrong?" Bruno yawned. It wasn't until he heard the screaming that he got up and ran out of the room, the younger boys trailing behind.

"Narancia, search the area! It's late, so nobody-"

"Bucciarati, I already have!"

"Well do it again, damn it!" He growled, bursting into Abbacchio's room. He was screaming as if he'd been stabbed, flailing wildly about his bed.

"Go!" he yelled at the boys. Narancia summoned Aerosmith, running back down the hallway, and Fugo glared at him.

Bruno kneeled down beside the bed. He looked for any blood on the sheets, any sign that someone had broken in, but he found nothing. He wasn't hurt- he was having a night terror.

"Leone," he said, lightly shaking the older man's arm. "Leone, wake up."

He sat up immediately, his silver hair clinging to his neck and forehead. He coughed, loudly, clutching his sweaty t-shirt.

"Fugo," Bruno called, "I need a glass of water!"

He didn't bother to listen for his footsteps down the stairs. Instead, he only focused on Abbacchio. He was silent, except for his heavy breathing. Bruno sat on the bed beside him, placing a hand on his shoulder. Abbacchio trembled under his touch. The expression on his face could only be described as pure emptiness. The tears in his eyes began to fall down his cheeks, trailing some of the leftover eyeliner from the night before with it.

Bruno wiped them away with his thumb, then pushed his stray hairs behind his ear. Fugo appeared beside them with the glass of water, holding it out for Abbacchio to take.

"Grazi," Bruno whispered, as Abbacchio grasped the cup. "I'm sorry for being so rude earlier, I hope you and Narancia can forgive me."

"It's alright, sir," Fugo sighed. "Should I tell Narancia to go back to bed?"

"That would be great," Bruno smiled. "You go ahead and get some rest too. We'll have an easy day tomorrow, so you can sleep in as long as you'd like."

"Thank you, Bucciarati."

Fugo trudged out of the room and called for Narancia. Bruno turned back to Abbacchio, who'd drank most of the water. He sat the glass down on the bedside table. He wasn't as sweaty anymore, and his breathing had returned back to normal, but he was still shaking.

"I thought something happened to you," Bruno sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I don't know what the hell I'd do if you got hurt-"

"Bruno," Abbacchio whispered, his voice hoarse and shaky. "I'm so sorry. I'm okay."

"No you're not, Leone."

"It's been so long…" his voice broke. He began to sob, his quiet tone slowly getting louder. "It's been months since he died and I still have nightmares about it! Every fucking night all I can see is his face. It's all I can fucking think about!"

"Leone, it's alright-"

"No, it's not fucking alright, Bruno!"

He buried his face in Bruno's chest. Bruno embraced him, taken aback by the sudden contact. Abbacchio was not a hugger. Hell, he hardly even spoke unless it was with Bruno.

Fugo and Narancia peeked into the doorway. Bruno waved them off, hoping they would just go back to bed. They gave in and left, still eyeing the two older men suspiciously.

"Bruno," Abbacchio whispered, "Please don't leave me."

"I won't."

"I just… I just need you with me. You're the only person that understands."

"Leone," he sighed. "It's okay to hurt. It's okay to feel. I'll always be here for you."

Abbacchio sat up and his eyes met Bruno's. Bruno stared in awe. He never noticed how beautiful his irises were. They were golden and rimmed with a light purple, almost like a ray of sunlight shining through the darkest storm clouds you'd ever seen. It was beautiful- he was beautiful.

It's okay to feel.

His own words repeated in his head. Bruno leaned back on the bed, Abbacchio joining him. After some adjusting and moving around, they found themselves in a comfortable position. Abbacchio laid his head on Bruno's chest, his long hair flowing around them like a waterfall. Bruno ran his fingers through the silver locks, and Leone almost immediately relaxed.

Bruno stayed up to make sure Abbacchio fell asleep. Eventually, his breathing evened out and he began to lightly snore.

And it stayed like that. That's how they slept almost every night until today.

"Bucciarati."

He was pulled out of his trance by Giorno. The blond was now sitting beside him, a hand on his shoulder. Mista was on the other end of the boat beside the motor, feeding the pistols some chips. He was silent, which was new to everyone. Mista always had a smartass comment waiting to come out, but he wasn't even looking up at the other two.

"I think you should go into the turtle. Mista and I can keep watch."

"Why do you say that?" Bruno asked. "I'm fine."

"Sir, please," Giorno sighed. "I know how it feels to lose someone close to you. You need to rest, you've been working hard enough as it is."

"I'm fine," Bruno snapped. "I'm not going to take orders from someone lower in the gang than me- especially someone who only joined this gang three days ago."

"I-I'm sorry, sir, I j-"

"Don't 'I'm sorry' me! You don't even know how I feel right now. You'll never understand this!"

"Sir-"

"I lost someone who I'd planned my entire future with! I lost the love of my life, and you don't even understand how I feel! You don't understand how any of us feel. If it weren't for you, I'd still have him here! He hated you! I should've listened to him!"

Giorno sat in silence, staring down at his shoes. Bruno knew he'd regret saying all of that- his and Abbacchio's relationship had been kept private from the other members, and for a good reason, too.

"I'm going into the turtle," he mumbled. He decided to get in before either of them could say anything about his rant. He knew he had to get it together before the others woke up. He couldn't act like this in front of them- he was their capo, they looked up to him, they respected him. He couldn't feel this way around them.

Then, he heard those words running through his head that he'd told Abbacchio all those years ago-

It's okay to feel.

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flamegatorwrites · 4 years

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so ive tried to keep writing death on two legs. but i literally CANT.

im sorry to anyone actually invested in it (which i doubt anyone is) but im probably gonna scrap it and completely redo it. i hate how out of character everyone is and i really kind of Dont Want to finish it right now.

im still writing fanfiction so dont think you havent seen the last of Flamegator. im probably gonna post some more oneshots (like the one i did a while ago) for a bit until i start feeling more comfortable writing longer things.

also! ive been rlly interested in cosplay, so I might expose my Instagram and tiktok if anyone is interested in that

tl;dr: death on two legs is cancelled until further notice, but im still mega Gay for all the jojo lads so im still writing shit

flamegator out

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flamegatorwrites · 4 years

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wats up fuckers

i had to take a Snazzy little break because of life tingz. uhhh so yeah heres what happened during my 3 month absence

- depression

- i h*ld h*nds before marriage 😳😳😳

yeah thats it. im still hardcore into jojo so dont worry, i WILL be continuing death on two legs

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flamegatorwrites · 5 years

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Hey guys! The layout of this chapter is a bit weird because Tumblr is being really stupid. Anyways, here's chapter 5. I'll try editing it later

Kakyoin sat up and clutched his throat. He awoke feeling something sharp pressing against it, almost like the tip of a knife. He looked around the dark bedroom, barely able to see anything except for vague, furniture shaped shadows.

Then, his gaze met the glowing red eyes at the foot of his bed. He froze. He summoned his stand, which probably wouldn't do much good, and spoke.

"Who are you?"

His voice came out as a high pitched whisper. He was shaking. He silently prayed that Jotaro would bust down the door and help fight this guy off, even though he was in his own apartment and probably asleep right now.

The owner of the glowing eyes stepped forward, the little bit of moonlight that shone through the window illuminated his face. This wasn't a normal intruder, any idiot could tell that. But Kakyoin knew that whatever the hell this thing was, it was pure evil.

The man himself was beautiful. He looked like one of the angels in a Renaissance era painting, his strong bone structure and muscular physique was that of an ethereal being. Kakyoin was in awe.

"Noriaki Kakyoin," the man purred with a voice like silk.

"Who are you?" Kakyoin's voice shook.

"It would be more beneficial if you don't know that right now."

Within the blink of an eye, the man was kneeled beside him, his full, luscious lips dangerously close to Kakyoin's own. The man smelled like wine and blood, the scent almost made Kakyoin's head spin with euphoria. It smelled like heaven, and he couldn't get enough of it.

"I've been observing you, mon amore. You want from the Joestar boy what you can easily get from me... in exchange for one thing."

The Joestar boy? Oh- Jotaro. What did he mean by that?

"What are you talking about?"

"Darling," he hummed, "I know things. Many things. And you, my dear, are falling for someone who is incapable of love."

"No, I'm not-"

"You're a holy man."

Kakyoin stared into those red eyes, eyes that stared back at him with an inhumane amount of hunger with that sentence.

"I'm... a deacon, yes."

He smiled- a sly, sadistic smile- and licked his lips. The moonlight was bright enough that Kakyoin could see his razor-sharp, white fangs.

"The blood of a holy man is life essence to my kind, as hamon is to a hamon user. I'll come back for you, mon amore. You mustn't tell anyone of this- especially not Kujo and the other two men. I'll know if you do."

Within an instant, he felt a sharp pain in his neck. He winced, tightening his grasp on the bedsheets. The man placed his hand on Kakyoin's jaw, lightly grazing his thumb against his skin. Kakyoin leaned into the touch- he was beginning to enjoy the sting.

As soon as it began, it ended, and the mystery man's lips were above Kakyoin's ear.

"Remember, darling- I know things."

And with that, he disappeared. Kakyoin was feeling many things- fear, confusion, even a hint of arousal. He touched his neck where the man had bitten him; there were two small wounds, they could be easily hidden from the others.

He didn't like the idea of hiding something from them. Especially when it involved them. But he knew that the beautiful stranger was serious; he knew that his life was now in this man's hands.

"Oi, Kakyoin!"

Kakyoin opened his eyes and looked at the foot of his bed. No longer was it the man from last night- it was Jotaro.

He remembered the events of last night- what an odd dream. There's no way that could've been real. Vampires? In Japan? Impossible. The way Avdol had explained it, there were only vampires in Egypt, where the head vampire himself- oh, what was his name?- fed on innocent people. He was ugly and ruthless and cruel, he wanted to destroy the world and all its inhabitants.

"What time is it?" Kakyoin yawned. He stretched his arms and felt his neck stiffen. He probably slept on it wrong, he thought. He figured that much until his fingers brushed against the wound- and it hurt.

He felt the small welps left on his neck- surely that didn't really happen. Surely there was some reasonable explanation for whatever happened.

"It's, like, two in the afternoon. We had to make sure you didn't die or some shit." He pulled his ripped up hat down over his eyes, hiding the blush covering his face. "And you're not dead, so... that's cool."

Kakyoin smiled. There was absolutely no way he was falling for Jotaro. This guy was quiet. And tall. And maybe he was slightly (really) attractive. And kind of a dork once you got to know him-

Oh shit.

"Yeah," he replied. "Uh, let me get dressed. I'll meet you out there in a few minutes."

Jotaro nodded and left the bedroom, softly closing the door behind him.

He sat there, starting at the blank wall. Last night did happen. There was a vampire in Japan. Did the others know about this? Probably not, considering that the man swore him to secrecy. Who was he? How did he get to Japan? It couldn't be the master vampire (whose name Kakyoin couldn't remember to save his life). The head vampire was a disgusting, vile creature. This man was beautiful and kind and charming- or was he?

Kakyoin trudged over to his closet and put on a green sweater and a pair of black jeans. He stared at his priest suit. The words from last night rang in his ears- a holy man. He scowled at the black suit. He despised it. He loathed it.

He remembered his father telling him that he was going to become a priest- to 'continue the legacy.' He visibly cringed. He wasn't a Christian, he told his parents, he wasn't fit to be a priest. His father hit him for that. He got beaten a lot after that. He hated coming home from school and seeing his father's car in the driveway- he knew what was coming. He would be forced into his father's small office. He would sit at that large, old, dark-oak desk studying the ways of god, the ways of the priest, anything that would help him in his 'journey' to 'find Christ'.

He decided not to come out as bisexual after that. He was afraid that his father would torture him some more, so he lashed out. He had a bunch of shitty hookups with both guys and girls that only ended in his own misery. He couldn't go to therapy. "That's what God's for, boy," his father would tell him, give him another slap across the head, and point him back towards the Holy Bible.

When he graduated high school and moved out, things got better. He'd mostly gotten away from his abusive father, he'd grown as a person, made more friends, and even had a few secret relationships that ended on decent terms. He even started going to medical school, but his father made him drop out- "god comes first." He was a walking contradiction, though- who would've known that somewhere in the world there would be an agnostic man studying to become a priest?

These past few weeks, though, were his peak. This was the happiest- yet most confused- he'd been in his life. He had someone to call his best friend now, he had super powers, and he was slowly beginning to accept himself as who he was. He was even contemplating telling off his father and quitting the whole priest act. He hated it.

"Oh my god, come on!" Polnareff yelled from the living room. "I've got some hot babes to see!"

"Polnareff, we're literally just going to the library," Jotaro said. "Unless you're into dusty old ladies and depressed college students, I don't think you're gonna have much luck finding all the hot babes."

"I just wanted to sound cool, let me have my moment."

"Good grief, dude, you literally have a moment every five minutes."

Kakyoin opened the door. Avdol and Jotaro were bickering, and Avdol looked like a single mom whose kids were fighting in the grocery store. Iggy was nowhere in sight (hopefully they'd left him with someone).

"Why are we going to the library?" Kakyoin asked.

"We're meeting someone," Avdol sighed. "He's an old friend of Joseph's. We believe he can help us track him down."

"Apparently, they fought together when they were younger," Jotaro added. He pulled his cigarettes out of his pocket and pulled one out of the carton. Kakyoin hated cigarettes- unless they were Jotaro's cigarettes. Even Polnareff wasn't allowed to smoke in the house (Kakyoin's excuse being that Polnareff kept knocking his ashes in the floor)

"Okay, I understand that," Kakyoin said, "but why the library?"

"Because of all the babes-"

"Because it's the only place we're not 100 percent likely to run into a stand user," Avdol cut Polnareff off with a glare that could make the devil himself uncomfortable. "They want us to go out somewhere crowded. A library is our best bet."

After the arcade ordeal a few weeks ago, Kakyoin had learned a lot about stand users and vampires and such. They always seemed to be lurking in places like the grocery store or a local restaurant. So, he'd been training with the others. His own stand, Heirophant Green, was an extremely independent stand. It could fluctuate between two forms: a more human shaped form, which was better for one on one fighting, and a bunch of tentacles, which were extremely useful in stealth situations. The training helped him control Heirophant's more humanoid form, but the tentacles were a mystery. He could somewhat control them, but they seemed to have a mind of their own. They would even appear on their own sometimes, stretching out and feeling around the surroundings. They never did anything bad, but it was still odd.

"Have you guys met him before?" Kakyoin asked.

"No, actually," Jotaro said. "This guy went off the grid after he and the old man had a falling out."

"He used to talk about him a lot, though," Avdol chuckled. "Every time we went to the bar, we'd hear some crazy story about the shit they got into together."

Eventually, they all left Kakyoin's house and got into Jotaro's car. Polmareff and Avdol squeezed into the back seat, while Jotaro drove. Kakyoin slid into the front seat and buckled his seatbelt (something the others failed to do).

The ride there would be about 30 minutes. It was quiet, until Jotaro whispered to him in Japanese.

"So apparently, they don't know anything about this guy."

"Do you even know his name?"

"No, but Avdol does. There's a reason he went off the grid- he's a wanted criminal from waaaay back in the day."

"So he's not gonna tell us?"

"No. Not until we know everything is clear."

"Guys, please," Polnareff whined, "it feels like you're talking shit about us."

"No, Polnareff, it doesn't," Avdol sighed.

"Don't worry," Kakyoin laughed. "We're talking about business."

"Business?" Jotaro laughed. "Nice cover. Polnareff is kind of an idiot, so he's definitely buying it."

"Hey, be nice," Kakyoin lightly punched his arm.

"Listen, I love Polnareff to death, he's just so... slow. Even Avdol will admit it."

The rest of the ride there was almost silent, except for Polnareff whining about how his hair couldn't fit in Jotaro's 'tiny ass smart car'.

"Why did you even get this?" Polnareff asked. "I can barely fit in here, and you're bigger than I am!"

"It's pretty roomy up here, actually," Jotaro rolled his eyes. "And it's got Bluetooth."

"Why do you need Bluetooth? You don't even listen to music."

"He listens to music with me," Kakyoin shrugged. "He even let's me play some- I'm like his personal DJ when I get in here."

"What?" Polnareff gasped. "You're capable of having fun?"

"Go eat a baguette, french fries," Jotaro chuckled. Kakyoin smiled at the sight. Jotaro didn't laugh often- apparently, he hardly even spoke before he and Kakyoin met, Avdol had said.

"Stop calling me that!" Polnareff yelled. The smirk on Jotaro's face was replaced with his signature scowl.

They finally made it to the library, with a very mopey Polnareff and a tired Avdol. They were an odd duo, but Jotaro said they were best friends regardless.

There were only a few people inside- the librarian at the front desk, and a few of the local college students at the different tables, all wearing headphones. One was even crying, Kakyoin saw. It was probably exam season.

They walked to the back of the library- the part with all the town archives and business books were. Nobody was there- at least Kakyoin thought. A door opened and a man looked out at all of them. He was a taller, older man with sandy blond hair and a neatly trimmed beard.

He gestured inside and the four of them went in. The room was larger than Kakyoin expected, a round table with 5 chairs sat in the center. It smelled of old books and candles. The room was filled with books that looked broken beyond repair, shelves upon shelves of them lining the wall.

"Mr. Zepelli," Avdol shook the man's hand. "Thank you for meeting us on such short notice. You're the only person we knew of that could help us."

The man smiled, and looked at all of them.

"Guys," Avdol addressed them in a low voice, "This is Caesar Zeppeli. He and Mr. Joestar defeated a great evil, and we think he can help us with our current problem."

"Of course, Joseph got himself into another mess someone else has to clean up," he sighed, with the most dramatic eyeroll Kakyoin had ever seen. "I swear, he's just the same as he was when we were kids."

"Oh my God!" Polnareff yelled, earning frantic shushing from the others. "You're the guy who Mr. Joestar saved from that big ass rock!"

"Polnareff, shut up!" Jotaro growled.

"That's definitely not what happened," Caesar sighed. "We were fighting these ancient... beings. One of them almost killed me. I used the last of my hamon to help JoJo get the cure- I didn't know if I would live or die. There was such a huge power surge that a piece of the ceiling fell and I barely made it out from underneath. It was a very old building, and the piece that fell down was around three feet thick.

Well, JoJo came in, and freaked out. He was crying and punching the rock, completely ignoring me even though I was right beside him. Then he started screaming about avenging my death and a few other things, and then he noticed me."

"I guess this means we get to know all the shit my grandfather lied about doing in his 'crazy teenage years'," Jotaro whispered to Kakyoin. Kakyoin smiled and looked up at him. He was smirking, staring straight ahead at Mr. Zeppeli.

Kakyoin remembered that the vampire said to him- 'you, my dear, are falling for someone incapable of love,' he said in that voice that sounded like royalty. 'You want from that Joestar boy what you can easily get from me.'

And maybe Jotaro was incapable of falling in love- who knew, honestly? Certainly not a random vampire who managed to get Kakyoin all hot and bothered.

And thus, Kakyoin decided, he was going to try. Whether Jotaro was capable of loving him or not

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flamegatorwrites · 5 years

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Death on Two Legs (Jotaro/Kakyoin)

Chapter: 4/?

Warnings: none

Spoilers: none

A/N: hey y'all! I'm sorry this took like a month to write haha. I've been so busy with school and band and everything. thanks for being patient, though! I promise I'll try to update more, this chapter was just so Hard for me to write because I just felt like it wasn't good? Anyways, pls enjoy :-)

Kakyoin nervously straightened out the collar of his shirt. He examined himself in the bathroom mirror. He and Jotaro had decided to hang out today, and he was terrified. He wore his favorite cherry patterned button up over a white T-shirt, paired with some slightly baggy lightwash jeans he'd rolled up at his ankles. He probably looked insane to other people- he definitely didn't look like he was going to be a priest within the next few months (nor did he want to)- but that was the least of his worries.

He and Jotaro had exchanged phone numbers after he'd fallen last week, after finding out they had similar interests. They'd talked every day, eventually deciding upon meeting up at a local arcade to play a new game that was arriving today. Jotaro wasn't too into video games, but Kakyoin had convinced him he would like this one.

To be completely honest, he didn't know if he would like it. Hell, Kakyoin had never even played it before. He just wanted to see someone that wasn't a member of the church. At least, that's what he'd convinced himself.

He didn't want to admit that he just wanted to see Jotaro again. He believed if he told himself he was just tired of seeing the same faces over and over again, he'd be less embarrassed. It wasn't anything other than the fact that he was just worried. He knew the past two weeks haven't been the highlight of Jotaro's life, and he was hoping to help try and make him feel better.

Jotaro, on the other hand, barely managed to get out of bed on time. He slept in 30 minutes later than he was supposed to, only waking up because his phone was ringing in the living room.

He sat up, groggily, and trudged into the living room. He picked up his cell phone, taking it off the charger and checking the caller ID. When the name registered in his mind, he answered almost immediately, hurriedly placing the phone up to his ear.

"Avdol?"

"Okay, I need you to listen closely, Jotaro," Avdol whispered urgently.

"Okay..."

"Polnareff and I have been doing some research, and we've discovered that there's an stand user in your town. He's an American man, and we have reason to believe that his power can manipulate emotions. If you're leaving your home today, please be on the lookout."

"What do I do if I find him?" Jotaro yawned, running his fingers through his messy hair. Deep down, he knew what he would do. He would eat, and hopefully not feel guilty about it.

"Well... we're about to board a flight to Japan. We've discovered something huge, and we can't tell you this over the phone. We currently have one of the workers from the Speedwagon foundation handling Iggy for the flight. For the time being, just... just defend yourself, in any way you can."

"Wait, shit! I am leaving today! Thanks for the help, but I've gotta go."

"Jotaro, wait! Whatever you do, do not let anyone else get inv-"

Jotaro hung up and tossed his phone onto the couch in front of him. He grabbed his discarded black skinny jeans he took off the day before off the floor, sliding them up his legs in record time. He then ran into his room, jumping across his bed and opening a drawer on his dresser, blindly grabbing one of his many plain t-shirts. He put on the deodorant he had placed on top of his dresser and pulled the shirt over his broad shoulders. He shoved his feet into his boots and tied them.

After he brushed his teeth, he grabbed his cell phone off his couch and shrugged on his denim jacket, then grabbed his old, ripped up hat and placed it on his head.

He finally managed to shut and lock the door to his apartment. He jogged down the hallway to the elevator and pressed the button. Thankfully, it opened right away, making his exit at least 2 minutes quicker.

He pressed the ground floor button and waited, anxiously tapping his foot.

He knew Dio was going to start getting stand users ready again, but he didn't expect it to be so sudden. It had only been two weeks since his grandfather's demise, and Dio certainly hadn't been healed from his own critical injuries that quickly.

The elevator opened, allowing him to jog through the lobby and out the main entrance. Thankfully the arcade was only a 5 minute walk away- but he could make it in about 2 minutes if he ran.

He burst into the arcade, out of breath and thankfully not sweaty. The cold air outside helped him that much, even if he was cold. He shivered, the warm air of the arcade hitting him like a punch to the gut.

He locked eyes with Kakyoin from across the room. The different video game themes playing from large, bulky machines that were lined up in rows filled the arcade, along with the dozens of people crowded around a certain spot in the back. The redhead blushed furiously, briskly walking towards Jotaro.

"Sorry," Jotaro coughed. "I had a phone call."

"It's fine! I managed to order us a pizza, and I remembered you liked pepperoni so I just got that."

Kakyoin led Jotaro to a booth near the back of the room, the video game noises growing quieter the further they walked away from the annoying machines.

Why had he agreed to this? He hated being in public, he hated people, and he didn't quite enjoy the loud, repetitive music that seemed to blare through the entire building. Kakyoin just had this influence over him. He couldn't think straight when he was around him, his heart would pound and his head would spin and he just felt so odd. But there was also something... powerful about the smaller man. There was something pulling the two together, like magnets, or like-

Like stand users.

A stand user that could manipulate emotions. That was why Jotaro felt all weird and nervous and anxious- it had to be. He knew there was something off about Kakyoin from the start. The fact that he didn't even look like a priest should've been enough to warn him, but, of course, since he had the emotional manipulation powers he didn't feel like he usually would.

He could always tell when he was in the presence of another stand user. Looking back at the past few times he'd been in contact with Kakyoin, he could remember feeling that faint mental connection he'd felt with the crusaders, with all of Dio's stand users.

Jotaro sat down and eyed Kakyoin suspiciously. He had to admit, the guy had a decent cover. But he saw right through it.

"Is everything okay over here?"

Kakyoin glanced up at the waitress, a look of concern replacing the smile he wore before.

"Uh, are you okay, miss?"

Jotaro looked up at the waitress. She glared down at Jotaro with bright red eyes, the hatred she radiated was almost tangible. Her eyes bore holes into his own, and for once he felt uncomfortable.

"Kakyoin," he said, not breaking eye contact with the woman. "It's been three weeks since my grandfather's death. Couldn't you have at least waited a little longer?"

"What?"

Jotaro began to feel uncomfortable. It wasn't like he normally felt around Kakyoin, this was different. It was the feeling you get when something bad happens at a friend's house, or when someone you know does something absolutely stupid and you can't help but close your eyes and hope it's not real. It festered inside of him, clawing it's way deeper and deeper into his chest.

In an instant, everyone in the arcade was motionless. It was as if someone had stopped time. But he, kakyoin, and the waitress were still moving, the waitress's gaze becoming more and more terrifying.

"Jotaro Kujo," the woman said, in a voice too deep to be her own. "Lord Dio has requested your company. If you refuse, you will perish."

"JoJo," Kakyoin whispered, "this isn't funny."

"Will you accept this offer?"

Jotaro stared at Kakyoin. There was no way he wasn't a stand user, he knew that much. But was he the enemy? Avdol said the stand user was an American tourist, and Kakyoin didn't really fit that description.

"Star Platinum!"

Just as Star appeared, the woman punched Jotaro- hard enough to draw blood. He felt the familiar sting of an open wound on his cheek, the warm, thick blood slowly dripped down his face.

Kakyoin's eyes darted from Star to Jotaro, then to the woman. He was clearly a stand user, but was he the enemy? Did he even know he was a stand user?

"Jotaro, I think I should leave," Kakyoin said shakily. The woman grabbed a chair and threw it at Kakyoin as if it were as light as a feather. The minute the chair left her grasp, a green tentacle shot out from somewhere behind him, grabbing the chair right before it hit his head.

After they found the enemy stand user hidden inside one of the video games, they decided to just go back to Jotaro's apartment. Kakyoin was in shock. He helped fight off the man, but he was so afraid while doing so and Jotaro felt awful. He decided to bring him home and tell him about everything- stands, enemies, even Dio. He told him everything except for his own secret, out of pure shame and self-loathing.

They had been there for about 2 hours now. Kakyoin wasn't safe anywhere else; there could be a stand user anywhere, and considering he didn't even know he had a stand, Jotaro knew that it would just end in Kakyoin's death.

"So," Kakyoin cleared his throat, "How did I get it? Is it like a disease? It can't be an STD, can it? Oh, no-"

"Good grief," Jotaro huffed. "It's not a disease, and how the hell would you have an STD? Aren't priests, like, virgins or some shit?"

He let out a sigh of relief, then registered what Jotaro said. He blushed, sending a playful glare in his direction from the opposite side of the couch.

"Deacons," he corrected, "and yeah. But it's still scary, like, what if it's airborne?"

"Wait, STDs can be airborne?"

"Well I sure hope not. I've got 3 months left until I can become an actual priest, and that would be a little hard to explain to everyone."

"Well," Jotaro said, "It's not a disease. Have you been shot recently?"

"What kind of question is that?" Kakyoin laughed.

"I guess not then. You must've been born with it, it just fully... awakened today."

Jotaro checked the time on his phone. It was 3 pm. Avdol and Polnareff wouldn't be there for at least 2 more hours if they were taking one of the private jets from the Speedwagon foundation.

"So what's the deal with your... stand?" Kakyoin asked.

"What do you mean?"

"Like, can I see it?"

Jotaro summoned Star Platinum. The purple figure loomed over the both of them, awaiting Jotaro's command. Kakyoin stared, in awe. He stood up and walked over towards him, his head barely meeting the stand's chest. He neared 9 feet tall, which made even Jotaro himself feel like a child.

"He's kinda cute."

Star did something Jotaro had never seen before- he blushed. He disappeared into thin air. That was... new. Knowing that someone thought his stand- his nine foot tall, beefed up, purple stand- was cute was a bit disgruntling.

He glanced over at Kakyoin, who was blushing again. He picked up his soda and took a long drink- probably to hide his face.

He didn't realize he was staring until his phone rang. He was getting a call from Avdol, which he answered almost immediately.

"Avdol, I ran into the stand user today. He wasn't just able to control emotions. This man could literally possess people."

"Is he dead?"

"No," Jotaro sighed. "But we kicked his ass. He's crawling back to Am-"

"Who is we?"

"Oh..." Jotaro took a deep breath. "So I've met another stand user, and he just found out that he has a stand today. He's got... potential?"

He looked back at the smaller man, who was playing with one of his stand's tentacles. It seemed to have two forms- a more humanoid form, which was good for fighting; and a bunch of tentacles, which were good for a more strategic approach to things.

"Jotaro, what did I say?" He sighed. "I specifically told you not to get other people involved, and what did you do? You got someone else involved. This isn't a game. He could be targeted because of this- killed, even."

"If I wanted a lecture, I'd bring the old man back from the dead."

"Well, actually, that's what I'm calling about."

Jotaro's eyes narrowed.

"What the hell do you mean?"

"Jotaro, your grandfather is still alive."

#jjba #jotaro x kakyoin #jotaro kujo #noriaki kakyoin #jotakak #jokak #slow burn

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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.

#jotaro x kakyoin #jjba #jojo's bizarre adventure #noriaki kakyoin #jotaro kujo #fluff #jotaro/kakyoin #this definitely isnt just to distract people from the fact that i haven't updated my whole ass fic in over 3 weeks

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This person gets it

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please read!

Hey guys! I might not be active these next few days. I know I only post every few days or so, but typically I'm always writing or editing or something. I probably won't have much free time for quite a bit, but I will be writing and posting whenever I can!

I will be posting reference drawings for priest!Kak and vamp!Joot soon! So u guys can kinda see how I see em?

I'm almost done with the 4th chapter tho, I should be posting that within the next few days :-)

Luv, flamegator

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Death On Two Legs (Jotaro/Kakyoin)

Chapter: 3/?

Spoilers: none, this is an AU

Warnings: blood, vampire acts

Notes: hey y'all! I'm sorry the start of this was so slow, but next chapter is where the plot starts picking up 💚

Jotaro wasn't one to go outside at night, especially after the Dio ordeal. It was around 11:30 pm and he was restless. Whenever he tried to sleep, it was as if he were watching Joseph's death all over again. He hadn't slept in days, he hadn't fed in weeks. He was going to die, either of exhaustion or hunger. He couldn't, though. As much as he wanted to simply drop off the face of the Earth, he knew Dio was still out there. He knew that Dio was still plotting to kill the last living Joestars, and some sick feeling in his stomach told him that he'd have to watch it all happen.

He pulled his denim jacket closer to his body, taking a drag off his last cigarette. It was his last crutch. The hunger and sleep deprivation were slowly blinding his senses, the only thing keeping him sane was the nicotine. Star Platinum walked, or rather floated, beside him, trying to help by pointing out homeless people in alleyways and people who just happened to work overtime that night.

For the first time, he was hoping he could run into an enemy stand user. He wanted to drain all Dio's workers of their entire life force, just as they'd done to him. But his luck had run dry, and he had nobody.

Jotaro thought about the redheaded priest. He remembered how rude he was, even though he went out of his way to return something so small. He hadn't even asked his name. He also remembered how small the man was compared to himself. He wouldn't be able to put up much of a fight, especially since he had Star Platinum-

No. I can't.

He threw down the cigarette butt and stepped on it. He'd really gone that mad, hadn't he? A priest, of all things. A weaker being who wouldn't be able to put up a fight, even if Jotaro weren't a monster.

"What the hell are you doing?"

He looked across the street at the source of the yelling. It was a small woman, a pair of heels in one hand and small purse in the other. A man who was at least two heads taller than her had her cornered in an alley, a small pocket knife in his right hand.

It was almost as if he hadn't heard Jotaro as he walked up behind him. He grabbed the man by the collar, scaring him enough to drop the knife. The woman ran past the two as Jotaro spun the man around to face him.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" Jotaro asked him.

The man's eyes widened in fear, his lips parted as if he was about to say something but he couldn't. Jotaro realized how hard the man's heart was beating, realizing he'd gotten caught in his unspeakable actions.

Before he knew what he was doing, Jotaro bit him. Hard. The metallic taste of blood filled his mouth, instantly soothing the aching in his gums. He'd never had human blood before, the taste was exceedingly different from that of the animals he'd found in Egypt. It felt pleasantly warm, and it was sweet in a way he couldn't describe.

He slowly felt the tension leave his body, the feeling almost like a high- no, it was a high. He'd never felt this way before.

The man's heart had since stopped beating, the amount of blood he'd lost in mere minutes was surprising to Jotaro.

He eventually let the man's lifeless body hit the ground, then he finally came to his senses. He realized that he had a body underneath him. He'd killed this man.

But I saved someone else. I could've saved lots of people. If I didn't kill the man, the man would've killed the girl.

He killed plenty of people on his way to Egypt. Hell, they weren't even half as bad as this guy was. But he began to panic. He never panicked. He looked around, searching for something, anything, to hide the body. The dumpster beside him would be perfect, but wouldn't that be the first place they'd check?

Who would check? For all the police know, nobody is even here right now.

He used his arm to open the lid, a putrid scent escaping. He gagged, covering his nose and mouth with the now blood stained t-shirt. He managed to maneuver the man over the edge and slam the lid down. A loud thwack reverberated off the walls.

He stared down at his blood stained hands. There wasn't a lot, thank god,but there was enough to make someone question him if he were to be seen.

So to avoid that, he ran. He passed his apartment building in a blind panic. He didn't know where he was going, as long as it was away from the alley.

Within what seemed like seconds, he managed to trip on a large crack in the sidewalk. He collapsed on his ground, catching himself on his hands. They burned, and so did his knees. He knew he'd managed to scrape them during the fall.

"Fuck!" He tried to scream, but it only came out as a loud, shaky wheeze. His curse then turned into a coughing fit, with how many cigarettes he'd smoked since high school, his lungs were in terrible shape. He sat up and examined his scraped hands and his knee. He didn't know where he was, and hopefully he didn't wake anyone up.

The jeans he wore were ripped, his knee a bleeding mess underneath it.

"Jotaro?"

He knew that voice. He looked around and found himself in front of the church that his mother attended, which just so happened to be the church with the priest.

"Father."

"What are you doing out this late?" The redhead asked him, hurrying down the church steps. "It's, like, 2 in the morning..."

The priest held out his hand, Jotaro eyed it warily. After how rude he'd been to the man, he still offered his help.

"I... I fell."

The priest let out a small giggle, lightly touching Jotaro's elbow.

"Yeah, you fell 10 minutes away from your house. Come in, I've got a first aid kit in my office. I'll get you fixed up."

He tried to get up on his own, but as he tried to stand, his knee buckled and he fell back onto the cold concrete.

"Fuck," he growled, "I think I sprained it."

Jotaro let the man help him up and slung his arm around his shoulders, wincing in pain as he put weight on his hurt leg. He hobbled up the steps and into the door, the priest guiding him to a hallway near the entrance of the large church. They stopped at a bathroom, and the priest (who was struggling to carry Jotaro) nudged the door open with his foot. He led him over to the sinks, signalling Jotaro to sit on the counter.

"Okay," he sighed, "this is gonna sound really weird, but I need you to take your pants off..."

Jotaro's eyes widened, his face almost as red as the priest's hair.

"Listen, Father, not to be rude or anything, but shouldn't we go to dinner first? Also I don't even know your name, wouldn't that be-"

"N-no, not like that!" he stuttered. "I need to get to your knee, y-you know to see if it's swollen or anything!"

Jotaro smirked, the flustered redhead in front of him avoiding any eye contact.

"Alright," Jotaro said, "but, uh, could you maybe leave the room?"

"Oh, right! I'll go get the first aid kit, I'll be right back. Don't get any blood on anything."

The man hurriedly disappeared through the bathroom door, leaving Jotaro to take off his jeans. He managed to get them below his swollen knee. It wasn't that dirty, but it was still bleeding a little bit. His hands, on the other hand, were extremely dirty, the skin was jagged and red where he caught himself.

Jotaro looked around the bathroom. The lack of people almost made it feel nice. Almost. The feeling he had was... off. He didn't know what it was, but there was something wrong with this place. He tried to ignore it, but it seemed like something was telling him to get out of there.

He heard a loud crash and a muffled grunt, and just as he was about to get up and check up on the priest, he appeared in the doorway with a first aid kit, some cotton balls, and a box of band-aids.

He smiled, almost dropping the first aid kit as he hurried to Jotaro's aid.

"Oh boy," he sighed. "Did you bust your lip too?"

Jotaro panicked and wiped his mouth on his sleeve.

Oh god, he's gonna find out I killed that guy and he's gonna think I'm a terrible person and-

"Here, there are some alcohol wipe things in here somewhere," the priest sat down beside him, rolled his sleeves up, and opened the red box. He found what he was looking for and washed his hands in the sink between the two.

"I need you to rinse your knee off."

Jotaro adjusted himself to where his knee could somewhat fit under the faucet and turned on the cold water. The little bit of dirt around his knee washed away fairly easily. He washed his hands, too, the soap stinging his irritated skin.

"So, uh, you never told me your name."

"Noriaki Kakyoin," he said. "This may burn a little, but it shouldn't be too bad."

Kakyoin opened the package of alcohol wipes and slowly cleaned up the wound. His knee was beginning to turn a reddish color. The alcohol did sting.

"So, what made you want to become a priest?" Jotaro asked, hoping to make the situation less awkward.

"Well, technically, I'm a deacon, since I'm too young to be a priest. What made you want to go for a run at two in the morning?"

"I, uh, ran out of cigarettes. And I didn't want to drive."

Kakyoin eyed him suspiciously, disposing of the alcohol wipe. He put an unknown cream into his knee and stuck a large bandaid over the wound.

"Change out the bandage every few hours. You probably just pulled a muscle in your knee, and if the swelling doesn't go down by tomorrow night you should go to the hospital."

"What are you, a doctor?"

"No," Kakyoin smiled, "but I was planning going to medical school to become a nurse before all this."

He gestured to the priest collar around his neck, the bone white square in the middle almost shining against his black dress shirt and slacks. Something about him made Jotaro feel vulnerable in a way. He knew it was probably because he was sitting on a bathroom counter like a kid who fell off his bike, getting his wounds cleaned by a priest, who probably knew he just murdered someone.

At that exact moment, he realized Noriaki Kakyoin wasn't going to be so easy to avoid.

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Death On Two Legs (Jotaro/kakyoin)

Chapter: 2/?

Spoilers: none

Warnings: none

Jotaro's eyes were transfixed on the wall behind the television set. The channel was set to a marine life documentary he'd seen a few times before, but it didn't matter. He didn't even know why he had the TV on in the first place, he wasn't watching it.

He was thirsty. The beer in his hand hadn't done much to help with that. He knew it wouldn't, after what Dio's minions had done to him. He tried feeding off small animals he'd found while he was in the middle of Egypt, but it didn't work. He hadn't fed in almost 2 weeks now, and the bloodlust was getting to him.

The little sunlight that made its way through his closed curtains made it even worse. He could go out in the sun, thank goodness, but he always ended up with a terrible migraine.

The worst part of being one of them was the transition. He could still remember exactly how it felt. He could feel his veins burning, and the blood rushing around in his body. He played it off as exhaustion, so nobody worried about him too much.

Jotaro's stare off with the wall was broken when he heard 3 quiet knocks on his front door. He sat the bottle down and stood up, his grey t-shirt exposing his abdomen as he stretched.

He made his way towards the door and leaned down towards the peep hole, only to find that same redhead he'd been face to face with not even a week ago.

He opened the door and looked into the hallway, sighing as his eyes met the priest's from Joseph's funeral. He scowled at the nervous young man.

"What do you want?"

"Your mom told me I could find you here..."

"Good grief," he growled. "I don't need anyone's help! She's the one who needs counseling and shit, that was her father!"

"It's not about that! You dropped something when you left the cemetery."

The man pulled a Polaroid out of the breast pocket on his cherry patterned shirt. He held it between his thumb and forefinger, his hand shaking ever so slightly.

Jotaro stared at it in disbelief and gently took it out of the smaller man's hand. He thought he lost it getting out of his car. He never thought he'd be able to see it again.

"Oh."

"You dropped it when you were leaving," Kakyoin's voice shook. "I should get going now, I'm sorry for bothering you."

Kakyoin turned around with a soft smile and strode back down the hallway. As soon as he was out of Jotaro's line of sight, he let out a breath he'd been holding since he knocked on the door.

"That couldn't have gone worse..." he mumbled. He made his way towards the door and out to his car. He got inside the (thankfully still cool) car and started it up, a song he didn't know playing softly on the radio. He glanced up towards the building, meeting eyes with Jotaro as he drove off.

His mind couldn't help but wander on the drive back to the church. Jotaro was different than other people, but he couldn't pinpoint the reason why. Holly warned him that Jotaro would be hostile, especially considering the current circumstances, but it wasn't just that...

Kakyoin didn't know why he couldn't stop thinking about this boy. He almost felt fixated on him, in a way.

Jotaro watched as the priest got into his white car. He knew he overreacted, he should've invited him inside or something. But he didn't; mostly because he didn't want to deal with people right now, but deep down inside he knew that he was so hungry that if he happened to be akone with someone it wouldn't be ideal.

The priest glanced up briefly and made eye contact with him, causing his heart to pound ferociously.

Oh god, he's gonna think I'm weird.

He shook his head and sat down on his broken grey sofa. Why should he be worried about someone who he didn't even know thinking he was weird? He wasn't in high school anymore, yet he was acting like it.

He brushed it off as anxiety. He knew after the old man died it was starting to come back. His mom said he should probably see a therapist over it, but he didn't trust them. They were all the same. To him, they did more harm than good. Maybe they helped other people, but he didn't fancy the idea of telling someone about every aspect of his life, then paying for a pill he'd forget to take as soon as he walked out of the pharmacy.

Anxiety wasn't the only thing he was feeling. His teeth ached and his stomach flipped; he felt as if someone were grabbing his throat. His head felt heavy, a dull throbbing becoming more prominent the more he focused on his hunger.

He got off the old couch and walked into his bedroom, flopping down onto his large bed. He pulled the blankets over his head and groaned. The late afternoon sunlight shining through his window was not helping his current situation.

He summoned Star Platinum to close his curtains, hoping a nap would help with both the hunger and anxiety.

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Death On Two Legs (jotaro/kakyoin)

[After the death of his grandfather, Jotaro Kujo has a thirst for revenge against Dio and... something else. Noriaki Kakyoin, the young priest who lead Mr. Joestar's funeral, feels himself gravitating closer and closer to Jotaro.]

Chapter: 1/?

Warnings: none

Spoilers: none, this is just an A/U

Anger.

That's all Jotaro could feel. He felt it towards his friends, his family, himself. Hell, he felt it towards the whole world.

The rain beat down on him as he stared at the backs of his grandfather's close friends and family. Jotaro stood behind them. He wasn't crying like everyone else. He wore a blank expression. Not his typical resting face, which always showed a twinge of apathy or anger. He felt empty. Empty and pissed off, if you could even feel both of those things together.

As the funeral began to end, fewer and fewer people stood around the headstone. He glared at the mound of freshly dug dirt in front of it. The dirt his grandfather had been buried under. He felt an inhumane amount of rage towards the dirt alone. The dirt that seemed to spit in his face and mock him.

Polnareff and Avdol didn't show up to the funeral. Jotaro couldn't blame them, as he himself didn't even want to come. The only people left in the cemetery were his parents and the tall, redheaded priest. His mother and the priest exchanged a few words and both of them glanced over towards Jotaro, who sent a seething glare back towards them.

He knew that as soon as his parents left, the redhead would probably come up and ask him to join the Church, or spew some holier-than-thou bullshit about how the only way he'd get closure is accepting God into his life.

He didn't care about God. He didn't care about heaven or hell. Because if God cared about him, he wouldn't have had to watch his grandfather take his last breath at the hands of Dio.

He stood there for around 5 more minutes after his mother left. He didn't want to approach the headstone, but some unknown force pulled him closer to it. So he walked. He walked until he stood at the edge of the mound of dirt, making sure not to step on it.

He read the engraving over and over again. He knew Joseph was gone, but he didn't want to believe it. Jotaro thought that somehow he'd managed to fake his death right in front of him, just like he did when he was younger.

Tears began to blur his vision, threatening to fall at any moment. He reached into the pocket of his black slacks and pulled out a pack of cigarettes and a Polaroid that Polnareff had snapped of Joseph, Avdol and him. He stared at the photo, which was taken moments before Dio attacked. Moments before his grandfather uttered his last words, taken his last shaking breath.

He tried lighting a cigarette, but to no avail. Each time, the flame was smothered by the falling rain. He cursed, shoving the polaroid back into his pocket and shielding the cigarette with his hand.

At first, he didn't feel the rain stop falling. He didn't feel a blanket being draped around his shoulders, or the presence of the red-headed priest next to him.

The cigarette finally lit up. Jotaro took a long, slow drag. It wasn't until then that he noticed he was shivering under the red-headed priest's black umbrella.

"I'm sorry for your loss."

Jotaro rolled his eyes, taking another drag off his cigarette.

"You get paid to say that. It's your job."

"Actually, I don't," he sighed. "Besides, I'm not exactly working right now."

They stood in silence for a few minutes. Jotaro shivered, he knew he was going to catch a cold, but he didn't care. He didn't live with his mother anymore, so he didn't have to burden her with his health problems. She was already going through enough right now.

"I really am sorry," the man sighed. "You know, there's a grief counselor here in town. I could-"

"Thanks, but shrinks aren't really my thing."

Jotaro felt eyes on him and he glanced at the priest. His eyes darted towards the headstone.

"I should get going," Jotaro murmered, shrugging rhe blanket off his shoulders. "Thanks for..."

The priest smiled a warm, kind smile. He draped the slightly wet blanket over his forearm and watched Jotaro shove his hands into his pockets as he trudged toward his car.

He looked down and noticed the polaroid on the ground and looked at it. It clearly belonged to the grieving man, as it had him and two other men in it.

"Hey," the priest called out. "You dropped your-"

But it was too late, as the car the other man had gotten into was now peeling out of the graveyard.

He looked back down at the photograph and studied the man's face. He wore a ripped up hat, a stray piece of hair falling in front of his eye. He wore the faintest smile, wrapped in a playful chokehold by an older man. You could see another man's shoulder, clearly trying to dodge the photo.

Kakyoin smiled at the photo, pocketing it as he began to walk back to his own vehicle. Since he had the guy's parents' contact information, he figured he could try to call them once he got back to his home and inform them of the photo, or maybe even deliver it to the man himself.

But little did he know the consequences of getting involved with the Joestars...

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