Where We Left Off
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madimpossibledreamerI have no idea if a slightly less inhibited Jotaro would use the word 'rad' (or describe his interests at all, really) but I wanted to make a Kiryu reference.
Main Points:
Jojo's Bizarre Adventure/Buffy the Vampire Slayer (Stardust Legacy)
Summary: Kakyoin tries to adapt to this new world.
Word Count: 1088
Rating: Teen
Kakyoin wakes to the smell of pancakes. The photograph has been moved slightly, but Jotaro hadn’t gone through the trouble of removing it entirely. In fact, he’d added a second, a well-loved photo of all of the Crusaders that looks like Jotaro had been keeping it in his wallet. Looking around in the light of day, Kakyoin has to admit that if he’d bothered to imagine an adult Jotaro, this is much the kind of living room he would have expected. A large room, but then, with children that might be expected. Box sets of Columbo next to the TV, alongside others Kakyoin suspects were for his kids, a journal opened to a specific page with red markup in the edges, with the most effort spent on practicalities like comfortable furniture and energy efficiency. Someone with a sense of whimsy (very possibly Dawn) had precariously perched a shark plush between the television and the cabinet.
“If you’re wanting to change, I picked you up a pair of sweat pants and a t-shirt. Not your usual elegant stuff, but they’re temporary. You’ll have enough time for a shower if you go now. I’m nearly done with this set.” Kakyoin turns around, amused to see that yes, Jotaro does in fact cook with his hat on. He had also apparently had the needed caffeine to process the situation, a fact that has Kakyoin somewhat envious. Jotaro always had been better about keeping his cool in the most absurd of situations. That being said, he is frowning in concentration. “I’ve been learning to cook. Buffy was insufferable nagging me otherwise.”
“What were you thinking when you named her Buffy?” It’s certainly...a change, that’s for sure, and Kakyoin is curious.
Jotaro is apparently still as fast as ever, and Kakyoin actually finds himself vaguely intimidated by him whipping around and pointing the spatula, even if the man in question is wearing a stupid apron probably picked by his children. “That wasn’t her name at birth, but you will not make fun of it. She chose it.” He doesn’t have to voice the threat for it to be as intimidating as hell.
“Understood,” Kakyoin tells him, trying to make it clear he had meant no offense. Jotaro squints and then nods to himself, turning right back to the cooking. Star is pacing, even patrolling a little. It is fascinating to note the differences. Younger Jotaro would never have dared pull out his Stand if there wasn’t a fight on the horizon. (Given the recent kidnapping situation, of course, there is no guarantee there’s not, but even then with Star Platinum’s speed even a Jotaro caught by surprise doesn’t need the added few seconds of preparation to turn the tables.) Never mind let his Stand do undignified things like express emotion.
Which is when a boy comes out of one of the rooms, yawning, and Kakyoin decides to just address his presence directly. “I thought you said two.”
“They’re not legally mine.” They’re? Implying there’s more than one extra child willingly hanging around Kujo Jotaro? And that he hadn’t bothered to chase them off yet? He really has mellowed with age. Without turning around or raising his voice, he adds, “Do not make that cup of cocoa. I am not dealing with a caffeinated version of you, and neither are your professors.”
The teenage boy behind him freezes in place. “Not even as a celebratory yay Dawn’s back we can stop with the freaking now thing?”
Jotaro considers. “Tiny cup, later. If you don’t run you’re going to be late for your exam. Shoo. Take some pancakes with you; you can eat on the way.”
“Thanks, Kujo!” the boy states cheerfully, snagging some from the plate as he heads out the door. Kakyoin can’t see Jotaro’s face from this position, but Star Platinum is smiling. Perhaps Jotaro wouldn’t have dealt with Josuke and his friends as badly as Kakyoin would have thought.
It’ll be easy enough to learn at least a little. “Like Okuyasu?”
Jotaro considers that, flipping the pancakes. “...Maybe a little.” He doesn’t elaborate, which would be useful in orienting himself, but Kakyoin is adaptable. There’s some distance, some disconnect, but the connection isn’t wholly gone and they can still understand each other to some extent. It’s unclear if Jotaro means that his personality or situation or both is similar, but as usual he thinks he’s clear enough that he doesn’t have to say anything else. “You’ll meet the others when they get back from their classes.”
“...Dawn got kidnapped and you let her go to school? When she hasn’t even developed a Stand?” Kakyoin tries to keep the incredulity and judgment out of his voice, but from Star’s glare he wasn’t very successful (that, or Jotaro read the implied subtext anyway).
“If they skipped class every time something bad happened they’d never go. Some of them wouldn’t mind, but their attendance record is bad enough. Which wouldn’t matter, except they were complaining about studying.” He pauses and then adds, probably aware that this is a really strange statement coming from a former delinquent, “...I am paying for their college. Minus scholarships. Not Dawn; she’s too young.”
“I know you’ve had time to mature, but...I’m still having trouble picturing you of all people valuing school,” Kakyoin confesses.
Jotaro gives up actually working on the pancakes and hands the spatula off to an enthusiastic Star, turning with a smirk. “PhD,” he reminds Kakyoin.
That really doesn’t help the confusion, but Jotaro would be a smug asshole about it. “What in?” He can’t picture anything Jotaro would want to study.
“Marine biology. Starfish are rad as hell. They throw their stomachs at their prey to eat them.” All right. Kakyoin’s previous assumption was wrong. That does sound like a particularly Jotaro-ish reason to spend years of his life in the pursuit of knowledge.
“Does this have anything to do with you punching a shark with your Stand when you were a teenager?” Fortunately, his teasing actually does manage to break Jotaro’s stoic exterior and make him laugh, even if briefly.
“Go. Take your shower, before the food gets cold.” He waves in what Kakyoin has to guess is the vague direction of the bathroom, and Kakyoin stretches and gets up, still a little sore.
He clears his throat just as Kakyoin’s about to exit the room, and Kakyoin pauses, turning to look, questioning. Jotaro isn’t bothering to look at him. “It’s...good to see you again,” he tells the wall.
Kakyoin’s heart warms. “Likewise, Jotaro.”
Main Points:
Jojo's Bizarre Adventure/Buffy the Vampire Slayer (Stardust Legacy)
Summary: Kakyoin tries to adapt to this new world.
Word Count: 1088
Rating: Teen
Kakyoin wakes to the smell of pancakes. The photograph has been moved slightly, but Jotaro hadn’t gone through the trouble of removing it entirely. In fact, he’d added a second, a well-loved photo of all of the Crusaders that looks like Jotaro had been keeping it in his wallet. Looking around in the light of day, Kakyoin has to admit that if he’d bothered to imagine an adult Jotaro, this is much the kind of living room he would have expected. A large room, but then, with children that might be expected. Box sets of Columbo next to the TV, alongside others Kakyoin suspects were for his kids, a journal opened to a specific page with red markup in the edges, with the most effort spent on practicalities like comfortable furniture and energy efficiency. Someone with a sense of whimsy (very possibly Dawn) had precariously perched a shark plush between the television and the cabinet.
“If you’re wanting to change, I picked you up a pair of sweat pants and a t-shirt. Not your usual elegant stuff, but they’re temporary. You’ll have enough time for a shower if you go now. I’m nearly done with this set.” Kakyoin turns around, amused to see that yes, Jotaro does in fact cook with his hat on. He had also apparently had the needed caffeine to process the situation, a fact that has Kakyoin somewhat envious. Jotaro always had been better about keeping his cool in the most absurd of situations. That being said, he is frowning in concentration. “I’ve been learning to cook. Buffy was insufferable nagging me otherwise.”
“What were you thinking when you named her Buffy?” It’s certainly...a change, that’s for sure, and Kakyoin is curious.
Jotaro is apparently still as fast as ever, and Kakyoin actually finds himself vaguely intimidated by him whipping around and pointing the spatula, even if the man in question is wearing a stupid apron probably picked by his children. “That wasn’t her name at birth, but you will not make fun of it. She chose it.” He doesn’t have to voice the threat for it to be as intimidating as hell.
“Understood,” Kakyoin tells him, trying to make it clear he had meant no offense. Jotaro squints and then nods to himself, turning right back to the cooking. Star is pacing, even patrolling a little. It is fascinating to note the differences. Younger Jotaro would never have dared pull out his Stand if there wasn’t a fight on the horizon. (Given the recent kidnapping situation, of course, there is no guarantee there’s not, but even then with Star Platinum’s speed even a Jotaro caught by surprise doesn’t need the added few seconds of preparation to turn the tables.) Never mind let his Stand do undignified things like express emotion.
Which is when a boy comes out of one of the rooms, yawning, and Kakyoin decides to just address his presence directly. “I thought you said two.”
“They’re not legally mine.” They’re? Implying there’s more than one extra child willingly hanging around Kujo Jotaro? And that he hadn’t bothered to chase them off yet? He really has mellowed with age. Without turning around or raising his voice, he adds, “Do not make that cup of cocoa. I am not dealing with a caffeinated version of you, and neither are your professors.”
The teenage boy behind him freezes in place. “Not even as a celebratory yay Dawn’s back we can stop with the freaking now thing?”
Jotaro considers. “Tiny cup, later. If you don’t run you’re going to be late for your exam. Shoo. Take some pancakes with you; you can eat on the way.”
“Thanks, Kujo!” the boy states cheerfully, snagging some from the plate as he heads out the door. Kakyoin can’t see Jotaro’s face from this position, but Star Platinum is smiling. Perhaps Jotaro wouldn’t have dealt with Josuke and his friends as badly as Kakyoin would have thought.
It’ll be easy enough to learn at least a little. “Like Okuyasu?”
Jotaro considers that, flipping the pancakes. “...Maybe a little.” He doesn’t elaborate, which would be useful in orienting himself, but Kakyoin is adaptable. There’s some distance, some disconnect, but the connection isn’t wholly gone and they can still understand each other to some extent. It’s unclear if Jotaro means that his personality or situation or both is similar, but as usual he thinks he’s clear enough that he doesn’t have to say anything else. “You’ll meet the others when they get back from their classes.”
“...Dawn got kidnapped and you let her go to school? When she hasn’t even developed a Stand?” Kakyoin tries to keep the incredulity and judgment out of his voice, but from Star’s glare he wasn’t very successful (that, or Jotaro read the implied subtext anyway).
“If they skipped class every time something bad happened they’d never go. Some of them wouldn’t mind, but their attendance record is bad enough. Which wouldn’t matter, except they were complaining about studying.” He pauses and then adds, probably aware that this is a really strange statement coming from a former delinquent, “...I am paying for their college. Minus scholarships. Not Dawn; she’s too young.”
“I know you’ve had time to mature, but...I’m still having trouble picturing you of all people valuing school,” Kakyoin confesses.
Jotaro gives up actually working on the pancakes and hands the spatula off to an enthusiastic Star, turning with a smirk. “PhD,” he reminds Kakyoin.
That really doesn’t help the confusion, but Jotaro would be a smug asshole about it. “What in?” He can’t picture anything Jotaro would want to study.
“Marine biology. Starfish are rad as hell. They throw their stomachs at their prey to eat them.” All right. Kakyoin’s previous assumption was wrong. That does sound like a particularly Jotaro-ish reason to spend years of his life in the pursuit of knowledge.
“Does this have anything to do with you punching a shark with your Stand when you were a teenager?” Fortunately, his teasing actually does manage to break Jotaro’s stoic exterior and make him laugh, even if briefly.
“Go. Take your shower, before the food gets cold.” He waves in what Kakyoin has to guess is the vague direction of the bathroom, and Kakyoin stretches and gets up, still a little sore.
He clears his throat just as Kakyoin’s about to exit the room, and Kakyoin pauses, turning to look, questioning. Jotaro isn’t bothering to look at him. “It’s...good to see you again,” he tells the wall.
Kakyoin’s heart warms. “Likewise, Jotaro.”
