[SOMETIME IN MARCH OF 1989]

[AFTERNOON - AROUND 3:00 P.M.]

[ABOUT TEN MONTHS UNTIL END OF THE WORLD]

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"Hello?" An impassive female voice said as a woman opened the door slowly to the house in front of Jotaro. Jotaro knew immediately upon seeing this woman that she was Kakyoin's mother. She had the same shade of cherry red hair with a long hanging bang grown from her scalp, only on the opposite side of her face. Her eyes, as well, were the same pale lavender as her son's.

"Who are you?"

"Name's Jotaro Kujo. I'm a close friend of Noriaki's. I came by because he requested for me to bring him some of his art supplies."

". . . Oh? A friend of his? I do believe I remember him talking about a "friend" he had made while he was gone."

"That's me."

"Can you be so kind as to tell me what exactly happened to him? Why he was gone for fifty days and suddenly back with a donut hole in his stomach?"

"I . . ." Jotaro narrowed his eyes, biting his tongue. As much as he wanted to tell Kakyoin's mother everything about DIO and what happened in Egypt and during their conquest, he was given strict instructions by the SWF not to. He already knew well enough that he wouldn't do that anyway. Mrs. Kakyoin simply wouldn't understand anything he tried to tell her, mostly because she was a non-Stand user.

"I'm afraid I only know just as much as you do, which is equivalent to basically nothing."

A sad expression fell upon her face, but she opened the door enough for Jotaro to fit his large build through the framework. "Five minutes, Kujo. I want my Noriaki to be comfortable while he's in the hospital, but me and his father are talking about something very important."

"Alright," Jotaro answered, turning his back and waving his hand as a goodbye gesture. Kakyoin had already given him the information he needed, such as where his room was and what art supplies he wanted. Jotaro climbed up the long set of stairs and at once found the white door that symbolized it was Kakyoin's room. Dozens of cherry patterns covered the wooden surface of the door, varying in different colors and sizes, creating a nice contrast with the solid white door. Their texture suggested that the designs had been painted on.

Pushing the door open with a quiet creak, Jotaro stepped into Kakyoin's colorful, spacious room. Multiple posters hung on the wall, all advertising what Jotaro assumed were video games, such as F-Mega, Oh! That's a Baseball!, Super Mario Bros., and Yoshi. Jotaro smiled widely in his head, remembering the first two named titles. He always got a bit of enjoyment thinking back on previous fights with enemy Stand users. It always shot him with a sense of triumph and a hint of nostalgia, even when the crusaders' journey wasn't too long ago. It simply put Jotaro in a better mood to remember good memories when all six of them were alive and together. It was equally disturbing as it was satisfying to remember the battle with younger D'Arby, mostly because the doll of Kakyoin was freaky as hell, but the sensation of winning a simple video game by cheating with Joseph was always a pleasant feeling.

As for the room, the walls were bright emerald green, almost invisible against the posters. There was the average amount of furniture, as well as a desk, all colored a unique red-peach. A TV stood on a short dresser, a few different game consoles sitting next to it. On the walls were shelves stocked with games.

Jotaro made his way to the desk, picking up the bright red, multimedia spiral sketchbook that sat on top of it. Next he grabbed the brown leather case stuffed full with all of Kakyoin's main art supplies, including pencils and pastels. Kakyoin said he would ask for more things later on, but in his current state, his requested items would be enough for now.

Jotaro wanted to stay and breathe in Kakyoin's distinctive sweet scent for longer. He wanted to run his fingers on the plastic gray surfaces of game cartridges, knowing Kakyoin's fingers had also touched them being Jotaro's only intention of doing so. He wanted to lay across his bed on those cherry patterned sheets and comforter, burying himself in the warmth of the soft fabric. But just for his little cherry lover, he would drive straight back to the hospital and watch as Kakyoin clapped in excitement at the sight of his art supplies being delivered just for him.

Jotaro was about to walk out of Kakyoin's cherry-scented room when he heard the sound of Mrs. Kakyoin speaking.

". . . He should know that that's a horrible sin. It's so unacceptable . . ."

"He's just a teenager, honey. He doesn't know any better . . ." That must be Mr. Kakyoin.

"I know, but I will not allow it . . ."

"I don't agree with his decisions either, believe me . . . But we should just wait to talk to him . . ."

"The fuck?" Jotaro muttered, furrowing his brow in confusion. He didn't know exactly what Kakyoin's parents were talking about, but he didn't like it. From what he could hear, his parents were . . . Judging him? He didn't know what Kakyoin could possibly be judged for. To Jotaro, he was the closest definition of perfect he knew of. He was so many things . . . But none Jotaro thought he could ever be judged negatively for. He felt so many different emotions when he was around Noriaki, enough to know that he felt a certain way towards the redhead that he didn't feel with anyone else. Only in his head Jotaro could ever admit he loved Kakyoin, but there was no way that those thoughts would ever project into words and escape his lips.

Jotaro decided he would ponder about it later during dinnertime, and he snuck down the stairs and quickly out the door to his car. He suddenly felt like going to see his mom first before going to Kakyoin. Despite his head telling him not to tell her anything, his heart said to do the opposite.

He listened to his heart on this, but he still refused to listen to his unresolved feelings that were so wildly screaming in his head and heart.

So he drove to his house, a short drive from the Kakyoin's house. He parked the car in front of the traditional Japanese house, already walking up to the opening and ducking through the frame. His mother almost immediately appeared as he stepped in.

"Jooootaro~~~~!" She stood on the tips of her toes, reaching up to his cheek with her soft hands and planting a kiss upon it. His older self would've shook her off, swatted her hands away, or yanked himself out of her grasp, all the while calling her a bitch under his breath.

But Jotaro was different now. At the beginning of the crusaders' journey, he had still kept up his cold and harsh exterior and was as rude as ever. He never did have much to say often, but when he did ever decide to speak up, half the time it was only to speak ill-mannered of someone or something. He never thought before deciding to be an asshole. He never did care what anyone thought about it either. He was always himself without thinking about anyone's opinion; uncaring, brutal, tough and mean on the outside, but always had reasonable and logical explanations for everything he did and how he acted.

But there was at least person he did care for the opinion of: Kakyoin. Now, everything Jotaro did and said somehow manged to make his mind wander back to Kakyoin. It was rare for him to take his mind of the other Japanese man ever since their trip to Egypt. He didn't need to make any assumptions; he knew he was in love with Kakyoin, but he refused to ever act upon those feelings. Jotaro never considered himself to be a guy to willingly take part in a relationship. He never had any love interests, either, and he believed that he was stronger and better because of it. Having another person by his side would only be putting him at a disadvantage. It would only give him more vulnerability.

So, to prevent any of that from ever happening, Jotaro would throw away all feelings he has for Kakyoin into the very back of his mind, in high hopes that he would eventually forget about them. It was the only solution.

"Hey, Mom," Jotaro replied absent-mindedly, walking past her and pulling out a seat to the kitchen table. He sat down with an exhausted huff, removing his hat, placing it in his lap, and running his fingers through his raven black hair.

"Jotaro . . ? Is something wrong?" Holly walked behind her son, placing her hand on one of his shoulders. He flinched lightly at the sudden act of physical contact; he still wasn't used to anyone touching him in an act of comfort, not even Kakyoin or his own mom. It wasn't that he disliked it; he simply thought it was unnecessary in most cases.

"I went to Kakyoin's house because he wanted me to get some things for him. While I was there I happened to hear a little bit of what his parents were talking about. They were . . . They were saying they were thinking about kicking him out for . . . His decisions."

"His . . . Decisions?"

". . ."

". . . Did they say anything else?"

"His mom said it was a "sin" and "unacceptable". That was it."

Holly took a seat next to him, fingers interlocked with eachother and hands in front of her. "I don't want to make any assumptions, but . . . I think they may be talking about Kakyoin being gay."

Jotaro narrowed his eyes. "Gay?" He certainly hadn't thought of that before. Sure, Kakyoin did in fact act odd on some occasions, but Jotaro wouldn't go so far as to straight up call his best friend "gay."

"Yeah, I mean, for some people, being homosexual is unacceptable, and some would go so far as to call it a "sin." I myself don't think it matters. I think anyone should be allowed to love whoever they want without restrictions or somebody telling them it's wrong. But if I'm right, his parents clearly disagree with that."

Jotaro stayed silent. Holly placed her palm over the top of Jotaro's hand. "I would never judge you if you were gay. Do . . . Do you dislike the idea of Kakyoin being gay?"

Jotaro smiled inwardly. It wouldn't make much sense to think being gay was wrong when he himself did possess feelings that screamed of homosexuality. "If I did dislike him for something he has no control over, then I never did accept him in the first place, did I? Even so, we still don't know for sure if he's gay or not. Only when the words come out of his mouth, will I believe it."

He was suddenly glad that Joesph and Suzie weren't here to have this discussion with them.

Holly spent the next few minutes readying the cherry cheesecake she made specially for Kakyoin. Jotaro hadn't even known she was making one, but he looked forward to seeing Kakyoin's reaction be twice as excited at the sight of a homemade cherry cheesecake.

Jotaro rolled up his sleeve, checking the time on his watch, also known as a friendly reminder of how much he enjoyed kicking Steely Dan's ass. More time had passed then he realized since he left the hospital; he still had to give Kakyoin his art supplies.

Jotaro began to walk out the door to the car that Joseph had just bought for them with his seemingly endless supply of money. He stopped in the doorway, though, shooting Holly a serious yet unexpectedly eased look. He had his mind set on what he wanted to tell his mother next. It wasn't the easiest thing to tell your parents, but for some reason he felt very motivated to do so. He would finally get it off his chest and be done worrying about it. It would be nice for at least one person to know how he felt about a certain someone.

"What would you say . . . If I told you I was gay?"

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*Time skip brought to you by Jotaro in a pink and blue dolphin costume while rero-ing the same cherry as Kakyoin*
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Jotaro peeked his head through the frame of Kakyoin's room door. Kakyoin was awake, lavender eyes half-lidded, focused on the Game Boy in his palms. Jotaro knocked on the door to gather his attention, earning a smile from the redhead when he did so.

"You're back," Kakyoin said slurredly, setting down the Game Boy and sitting up in his bed, but not without a few winces; it was true that he was indeed healing well and fast, but it was agonizing to know he was definitely still in some pain.

Jotaro said nothing, but nodded politely in response as he handed Kakyoin the sketchbook and supply case he had asked for. He watched with full amusement how overjoyed Kakyoin turned when he finally got to have his hands on his art supplies. He even did so much as lay a gentle kiss upon the sketchbook's leathery cover.

It's cute . . . How happy he gets so easily.

"Ah, JoJo, if you don't mind me asking, why did it take you so long? And what is that circular box thing in your hands? And . . . Why does it smell so good?"

"Oh, it's nothing special . . . Just a cherry cheesecake my mom made for you."

They spent the next thirty minutes talking and eating the cherry cheesecake. Jotaro asked if he could have just one piece, but Kakyoin heavily declined a millisecond after. Jotaro also asked if he could see some of Kakyoin's drawings, to which the cherry-loving teen shied away from the question. His cheeks turned a light shade of red as well.

"S-Sure."

So he did show Jotaro multiple drawings, all of them massively detailed and better than anything Jotaro could ever dream of creating on his own. Most were drawings of sceneries, such as places they crusaders went while on their journey to Egypt. Some were base drawings of human bodies, animals, or foods like cherries or sushi. But, even so, Kakyoin was secretively skipping a good half of pages that were wrinkled and yellowed on the edges, suggesting they were done on worn and older pieces of paper.

Jotaro told himself not to think about it too much. It was only those little details that had hooked his mind, but he assumed it was nothing and kept humming each time Kakyoin showed him a new sketch.

Eventually Jotaro had to leave to be on time for dinner. Kakyoin thanked him once more for his art supplies and the cheesecake, and asked him to give his thanks to Holly. Then he was left alone, with only the music of his Game Boy, the scratching of his pencils against paper, and heartbeat monitor to accompany him.

Kakyoin sighed deeply. He knew Jotaro would be back tomorrow. He always came back. Almost every single day, Jotaro came by to visit him in this plain hospital he currently lived in. Always after school, just after 3 o'clock, Jotaro would drive directly to the hospital and spend a good half an hour to multiple hours with him, talking about different things and simply having fun from nice conversations. Depending on how much time Jotaro had, he would stay later just to help Kakyoin with his physical therapy. From what the doctors and nurses told him, Kakyoin was beyond lucky and an overachiever. What would take most a year of physical therapy would only take months for him to be almost completely back in walking shape. He worked hard and determinedly to eventually achieve the goal of being able to walk like a normal human being again. Jotaro only left early today because he promised Holly he would spend the rest of the day with her. He had mentioned it was "important" that he did make it back to his house earlier. Kakyoin was completely fine with that, since Jotaro already basically visited him every day.

Kakyoin sighed again as his hand sluggishly opened his sketchbook up to a random page; it was a pastel colored set of cherries that took up most of the page. A sketch that he drew roughly a year ago, back when his life was normal and lonely like it always had been. He turned it to the next page; another pastel colored sketch, done around the same time as the last. Nothing very special in the first few pages for the most part.

But when he turned to the pages with dates that matched around the same time as the crusaders' conquest to save Holly, the topic of his drawings changed completely. Varying from rough sketches to colorful, thoroughly detailed artworks, the pale white papers were only filled with drawings of the crusaders themselves. All of them: Jotaro, Joseph, Kakyoin himself, Polnareff, Avdol, and Iggy. Some pages contained only one of them, some contained all six of them. But, one thing was for sure: Jotaro was the most recurring person of all of them. He marked down every little detail of Jotaro's face, everytime he drew him, always causing him to appear more realistic than any of Kakyoin's other drawings. He was just . . . Such an interesting character to create with the tools of art. Not to mention, a good, handsome looking one too. To Kakyoin, he always thought an interesting in appearance piece of artwork should also have an intriguing background and motivation behind it. Jotaro was the perfect choice of character for that.

Kakyoin really needed to organize his thoughts about that man.

At first in a coma for a month, then finally waking up in the middle of February. He had only just recently started his journey of learning to walk normally again. He had already regained the muscle he had lost during his dreamless, pitch black slumber. That first month of recovery had been the most boring time of his life. He had nothing to do but play his Game Boy and talk to his parents (who hardly visited him because they knew Kakyoin was gay). But when Jotaro visited him instead, Kakyoin would suddenly be more full of life then he ever had been. He was the only source of enjoyment Kakyoin could attain from his spot in the hospital. He was one, if not, the only thing that encouraged Kakyoin to get better and helped him on his road to recovery. It made Kakyoin cry on both the inside and outside. No one had ever cared about him so much that they would willingly drop by to talk with him almost every day. It affected Kakyoin more than he thought it would. He simply couldn't express his thoughts into words, how thankful he was to know and have Jotaro as a friend.

One day, Kakyoin thought with a hopeful smile, one day this will all be better.

And I hope he will be by my side to witness it.

Kakyoin didn't know exactly what this feeling he suddenly felt in his heart was. It was . . . A warning? For something terrible that will happen sometime in the future?

Whatever it is, I won't be alone to face it.

And for someone reason . . . I feel as if this unkown character by my side as it happens will be Jotaro Kujo.

Kakyoin knew for certain now: he had fallen for Jotaro Kujo.

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[JANUARY 13TH]

[EVENING - 7:00 P.M.]

[3 DAYS UNTIL END OF THE WORLD]

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"This message has been approved by the president: the following information will list the known dates and times that places around the globe will be hit with various types of extreme weather. We will also list the weather that matches the area and time, starting with the country that you are currently viewing this breaking news in:

"North America: top states:
California: earthquakes in cities closest to the equator, tsunamis for the entire coasts that will flood the entire state just after the earthquakes. ETA: January 15th, 8:30 P.M. Pacific time.
Texas: multiple hurricanes that will hit all parts of the state; will flood entire state and other states around it, including New Mexico, Louisiana, and Oklahoma, with water and debris. ETA: January 16th, 2:00 P.M. Central time.
New York: one massive blizzard that will freeze over entire state; will cover all parts of the state in hundreds of feet of snow. ETA: January 14th, 11:00 P.M. Eastern time.
Florida: Multiple hurricanes from all sides of the state and, despite the possibility being very rare, the entire east coast will suffer from a devastating tsunami. The entire state will be submerged under thousands of feet of water within a day. ETA: January 16th, 10:00 P.M. Eastern time. . ."

The TV shut off at the press of the on/off button. It fell to the floor, just like it did a few days ago, by the same person.

Jotaro Kujo tugged Noriaki Kakyoin closer to his chest, wrapping his hands around the smaller man's waist. They sat in nerve-wracking silence, both crying into the other's shaking figure.

Jotaro's chest began to get damp as Kakyoin's sweet tears soaked up into his tank top. Kakyoin's shoulder was also getting moist from Jotaro's hot tears. Their hands crinkled the other's clothes, clinging desperately onto eachother.

They finally found eachother.

They finally admitted their uncounterfeited, passionate love for eachother.

They finally fulfilled their desire to comfort the other in some of their last days of life.

Now all they had to do was see where the next three days would take them . . .

For it truly was the end of the world.

To be continued . . . -->
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HhhhHhHhh YEP YOU GUESSED IT ANOTHER BIG PHAT DONUT FILLER CHAPTER. Honestly probably a bit of a boring chapter, but . . . Ehhehhhehhhh

Wanna know why it takes me a few days to update? Not everyone is being lazy during quarantine, including me, meaning I have a lot of other things I have to do since we just moved to a new house. Even so, I still have to do other things that prevent me from putting in more time into writing.

I promise y'all.... Next chapter and the last chapter are going to be sad. As. Fudge. Gonna be some death involved.... you should know for who. It's gonna be difficult to write, but I promise I will deliver it just for you peoplez.

See ya in the next chapter... ;;(

Also can SOMEONE PLEASE TELL ME WTF IS GOING ON WITH WATTPAD SMH HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH