Novadia

Recovery

It was still all a blur to Jotaro, everything felt surreal and nothing made any sense to him. One moment, he's on the right track. His mother and himself were on pace to catch the escape ships in time before they were overrun by desperate stragglers of the attack.

Then the goddamn Fodder came after them. At the worst time, too. Everything after that was lost in the boy's memory, with only new ones forming. The amount of rage he felt was paramount; not knowing where his mother was and barely focusing on what troubles were ahead.

Now, he was being dragged along by the hand of a small pale boy with red hair. Just ahead of him was a taller boy, nearly as tall as himself. There was an overwhelming energy coming from them both; most notably the shorter boy. Kakyoin, he said his name was.

Maybe.. he wasn't the only one with an ability like Star Platinum.

"We're almost there!" Polnareff shouted in victory, his eyes beaming as he caught a view of the docks up ahead. Hundreds of people were waiting in line, all of them unsure if they would be selected to go further into the walls.

"We'll have to wait in line," Kakyoin said with disappointment and a small bit of fear. "They'll have to send the ships off soon. We won't be able to make it!"

"Damn!" Polnareff cursed as he kicked the ground. "Say, newbie, do you have any plans?" he directed toward Jotaro.

Jotaro scoffed at the nickname he was given before delivering a totally useful and blunt answer. "No. And don't call me that; or I'll kick your ass."

"Feisty, are we?" Polnareff teased, causing Jotaro to lunge forward with a transparent arm forming in the air beside him.

"Cut it out, you two." Kakyoin held Jotaro back using his small but powerful body.

"You know, I'm doing you both a shit ton of favors by saving your lives. I didn't expect such a pitiful apology." Polnareff mumbled.

"No one asked you to play hero, doofus. You just wanted someone to bow down to you and treat you like some savior. You can kiss those thoughts goodbye with me." Jotaro shrugged Kakyoin off of him.

"Alright, hotshot, I've had it up to here with your mouth!" Polnareff approached Jotaro and pushed him toward the ground.

"Guys!" Kakyoin could only stand behind Polnareff, unsure of what the next move could be. He knew they wouldn't be allowed on the ships with such reckless behavior. This was bad.

Not only could Kakyoin see the anger bubbling within Jotaro while he was pushed to the ground, he could feel it too. Within his soul was a power far greater than anything Polnareff or himself could handle; he just wished he would simmer down so they could be rescued, or all of these efforts would be for nothing.

"What are you going to do now, pretty boy? I knocked your smug ass off that high horse you sit on. Any other words for me to hurl back at you?!"

Polnareff was evidently pissed by what Jotaro said, but maybe he was taking it a bit far.

"Asshole.." Jotaro grumbled, his cyan eyes lit up in anger as he stood on his feet. He clenched his fists, slowly approaching Polnareff.

"Oh, so it's a fight you want?" Polnareff supplied a cocky grin, confident in his ability to pulverize the younger boy.

"You're not in my range yet."

"What the hell is that supposed to—"

Four meters.. three meters.. almost there.

"Eat your words, punk." Jotaro said before a blue arm, only visible to Kakyoin and Polnareff emerged from his body, punching Polnareff straight in the mouth and launching him into a crate full of extra food for the survivors.