Hymn for the Lonely

[madimpossibledreamer]

This was a dream.
~Dreamer~

Main Points:
Jojo's Bizarre Adventure Universe Optional
Summary: Teenagers are prone to teenage hormones, even buff, stoic ones like Jotaro.
Word Count: 1300
Rating: Teen (slightly suggestive)
As with most of my SDC stuff, leans shippy but is randomly gen

 

         When his new friend throws off the blanket, it’s all Kakyoin can do not to laugh. Jotaro might appear older, but sometimes he’ll do something to reassure Kakyoin that he is, in fact, a fellow teenager like himself. “Have a good dream?”
         It takes Jotaro a full minute to even process the question, but when he does, he looks even angrier than before. “Shut up.” He rubs a hand over his face, still clearly groggy. Jotaro will get up, grudgingly, but even while he’s not a conversationalist at the best of times, he’s downright antisocial in the morning before he’s had at least a morning cigarette and preferably some kind of breakfast, although he’s not too picky when it comes to what he’s consuming.
         He also has a tendency of speaking only Japanese when he first wakes up, a fact that Joestar-san complained about for literal hours. Jotaro walked away at that point. It’s clear that he can understand English at that point, but speaking it is a little too much effort for his brain before he’s fully woken up. He’d given Joestar-san the cold shoulder for hours after the man stopped complaining, though (which set off a new wave of complaints).
         He generally doesn’t spend too much time with his grandfather to begin with, but...Kakyoin supposes there’s differences between the way he’d yelled at his mother and the way he’d interact with his grandfather. For one thing, he doesn’t insult the man with pithy words. For most people, that might be a good thing, but he’s already called Kakyoin a creep and a bastard and Avdol a smug know-it-all, and he’ll willingly spend time with them (mostly by silently following them around), as opposed to his grandfather, where he’ll grumble and seemingly grudgingly do so. Polnareff he mostly tends to watch quietly, which probably means he hasn’t made his mind up about the newcomer yet, and has not stopped unsettling the man. Jojo tends to make jiji and jiisan sound like insults. Something about Joestar-san genuinely sets Jotaro off. He loves him, as family, but prefers the man exist practically anywhere else. Kakyoin’s new friend isn’t one to hold meaningless grudges, and it’s pretty clear Joestar-san is completely oblivious to whatever he’s doing to set off his grandson.
         Kakyoin probably shouldn’t keep going, he knows this, but it’s so freeing to keep teasing Jojo… “Oh, but I’m curious what gets the great Jotaro Kujo going.”
         “I’m taking my smoke.” He’d gone too far, obviously, as those words are practically snarled and Jotaro practically wrenches their balcony door open.
         It might not be wise to return without a peace offering, Kakyoin suspects, and meets Avdol-san on the way down. They go to one of the food stalls together.
         Kakyoin considers briefly before deciding that he has yet to see Jotaro turn down any food, and gets Kaya toast and soft-boiled eggs from the street vendor. Upon further consideration, he decides to add Nasi Lemak, although he’s planning on letting Jotaro have anything he can’t finish.
         “Thank you, Avdol-san,” he tells the man in Arabic (he’d been practicing, but fortunately that’s one of the more tourist-friendly phrases), and Avdol-san’s answering smile is well worth the effort.
         “I’m sure Jotaro-kun is hungry, and we best get him fed before he has to interact with his grandfather or Polnareff,” he states, slightly amused, and Kakyoin nods politely.
         When he goes to sit next to his friend, Jotaro’s practically staring into space, cigarette forgotten in his hand.
         “I’m sorry for pushing, Jotaro-kun. Here.” He places the food between the two of them, and blue-green eyes turn to stare uncomprehendingly for a moment before he nods, reaching out for the toast.
         “Kissing.” He stuffs his mouth shortly after so he doesn’t have to say anything else, but—interesting.
         “I don’t think I’d have believed anyone else if they said you were a romantic, Jotaro-kun.” The glare is a little ineffective, particularly with the slight blush and uncertain look. “I’m afraid I don’t remember much, but weren’t you surrounded by classmates who seemed to be annoying you?”
         “That’s because they’re damn annoying.” Apparently, he’d guessed correctly, because the slight wide eyes and the speed at which Jotaro’s eating suggest he’s greatly enjoying the breakfast.
         When he finishes, though, he glares slightly at his hands, as if frustrated by the stickiness and unsure what to do with it. Kakyoin laughs. “There’s a reason I brought out a towel as well, Jotaro.”
         The grunt is probably in thanks, and he starts using the towel.
         “It’s not like they know me,” he continues. “It’s just a novelty that I look foreign but speak Japanese. I’ve always looked more like Jiji’s side of the family.”
         Look at that, a natural way to ask. “That bothers you.” Maybe it’s because Kakyoin phrases it as a statement, rather than a question, that allows Jotaro to answer.
         “I’ve always been too Japanese for him. I’ve seen more of Nonna Suzie than I have of him. He hasn’t bothered to visit in ten years, and when he does, it’s always ‘why is your house like this, you should have Western-style beds, you should be speaking English, why should I have to come visit you here in Japan, are you sure a Japanese education is good enough, I’m not sure about this school uniform thing, he hasn’t even read American comics—’” Jotaro’s tone rarely changes, but it does now, rising as his hands shake.
         Kakyoin’s eyes are wide. He’s heard some of those things being said by Joestar-san, particularly about Holly-san’s Japanese name, but he hadn’t stopped to consider any of it.
         “Nonna Suzie will ask questions, but not more than once, and she’s genuinely interested in learning the answers. And it’s fine for me, but Kaasan…” Jotaro swallows, voice smaller again. “She’s lonely. She has a few close friends, but it’s mostly me, which is why she’s so clingy, and a lot of the other moms are distantly polite. Oyaji’s almost always gone on tour.”
         He doesn’t have to say the rest—maybe if I looked more Japanese, the other parents would be nicer to Holly-san. Maybe if he looked less Japanese, his grandfather would visit more often. And she’s not the only lonely one, it seems.
         Well, that won’t do. “Well, at least there’s Avdol-san. I’m sure he wouldn’t mind talking to her after we save her, even if he does have to stay in Egypt with his shop. And I promise, you’re not my first friend just because I want to seduce your mother.”
         Talking about this as if it’s already accomplished seems to have helped, even as Jotaro glares. He can’t quite hide the smile behind his collar and hat. “Really,” he rumbles, voice only slightly less deep now that he’s starting to wake up.
         “I stopped trying to make friends when none of them could see Hierophant Green. I resigned myself to never having friends, before you risked your life to save me.” He doesn’t dare mention DIO, not here, especially not since all of those promises were lives.
         “Hmm.” Jotaro’s frowning. “...Why didn’t you use him to pick up a stack of books or something? It’d be pretty obvious you were doing something then.”
         Kakyoin bursts out laughing. It’s sometimes unexpected, but Jotaro does have a very logical mind, even if it sometimes takes a roundabout way to get there. “That never occurred to me.”
         “Guess you were pretty young.” The tone and words sound dismissive, especially paired with the way Jotaro turns back to the food, but from Jotaro, Kakyoin gathers it’s meant as some kind of reassurance. An excuse he could take, if he wants. “Got any more facts about Singapore you want to share?” It’s nice having an audience for once, Kakyoin admits to himself.