JJBA x Readers Volume 2

Time After Time Entire Draft

Au where kak doesn't die (bitches love that au) and later continues working to discover other stand users. UK Hamon reader, probably not written in quite the right time period, also shitty names are shitty, middle names are taken from the fact that kak's wiki says he likes sting, so I used the police references. Translations are approximate

Rosewood panels skirting the room were perfect. That paper lamp he had bought at a festival in his youth, hanging gracefully from the ceiling, the dancing shadows from the roaring fire dangling beneath. Loud voices came from the television, but they were muffled in his ears, eager eyes glued to the screen for what was going to happen next. 'The Steel Samurai – Battle For Neo Olde Tokyo.' Ah, of course. It was their absolute favourite after all. He had watched it with them that many times, snuggled up under a fluffy blanket on the couch. Each, and every time, despite knowing the ending off by heart, the parent in him would act shocked when the Evil Magistrate reigned free over Neo Olde Tokyo. The villagers would scream and cry, fearing for their lives and beloved town before the Steel Samurai, the hero of the show swooped in with his trusty Steel horse, attacking Magistrate in one single blow. Kinda reminded him of Green Hierophant, and Egypt.
Yes, the wooden cube-like living room was warm and inviting, like cherries atop a delectable bun. Of course, Kakyoin's mind always came back to cherries, but you had made such an effort with the house, his heart fluttered and screeched. He couldn't wait to see you. To see that cute smile of yours. No matter what a crap day he had, the way your mouth curved up and giggled lightened everything up instantly.

Looping his dark trench coat over the IKEA style clothes hook, he could just make out the head of one of your beautiful children skimming the top of the sofa. By removing his shoes, the cotton socks created just about a thick enough layer to scale the living room floor. Leaping with a shout, he dropped to the rug, screaming "BOO!" for his kid. A huge smile growing on his face, the Japanese national was overwhelmed with cuddles and affection from his cute little cherub. They resembled him more and more every day.
"DAD!" He clambered all over him, his expression full of wonder almost reducing him to tears. It had been so long. Running his hands over his hair, Kakyoin curls ran in the family, when they got long enough to show that was. Both children had your striking eyes and lips, but only the boy had your hair colour. Your daughter shared the strange crimson colour with Kakyoin. When happy, Noriaki's sly smirk shone right through on both their faces, mischief definitely inherited from their father. However, it broke his heart every single time one of them was upset, because the pair of them seemed to imitate the very same frown he had seen on your face. Their big eyes staring up at him with tears forming. Whilst you were both reasonable with your children, the Crusader was far more likely to give in to them than you were. He had missed them so, so much. He was going to spoil them rotten.
"I've missed you so much. You been good for Mom?"
"Mom's upstairs. She's 'cleaning'." A knowing snicker left his throat as he witnessed his son, Tamura Rox Kakyoin, gesture quotation marks. He was eight years old, his second born, and still a little rascal. He knew this, but the sweetness took him over every time.
You couldn't help being a borderline hoarder. Yes, you needed that limited-edition Coca-Cola glass from McDonalds, even though it had been smashed to pieces and crudely glued back together by none other than Joseph Joestar. You also needed that plectrum thrown at you by your favourite band member. Despite the fact that they were sold in stores for less than ¥150. (2018 exchange rate approximately £1GBP to ¥148.20JPY) The vintage Seditionaries t shirt, the forlorn cookie tins of currency long out of circulation and keys to houses that didn't even exist anymore. You felt a burning need to keep them all. Besides, he couldn't talk. Kakyoin's old tapes and records, the attic was littered with all of it. It had been bothering you for a hell of long time.
"How about your sister? Is she okay?"

"Unnnngh...." A drawn-out groan faintly came from the loft. You were genuinely trying to give it a good clear out for before your husband came home. He had been gone for so long, it felt like a lifetime. It had felt like a lifetime in this fucking attic. When anguishing dragging across the floor and groaning could be heard from two levels below, this forced Kakyoin to investigate the supposed cleaning operation. He suspected you were straining yourself trying to reach an old book or something stupid like that. Suddenly, his thought process was interrupted by Tamura.
"Dad, now that you're back, will you watch this with me? There's a new series." Straight eyebrows flinching upwards, he felt bad for refusing, but he was going to end up with a dead wife if you were actually trying to move the crap in the attic. Firmly patting his son on the head, his sympathetic smile triggered the disappointed "Awww... But you've been gone for aaaaaaages!"
"I know, but I ought to find your Mom before she finds herself in an ambulance. The stuff in our attic is heavy you know. And old." Pressing a small kiss atop his skull, he went back to marvelling at the magnificent beast that was the Steel Samurai.