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Chapter 3: Cleaning up

Jotaro had just finished pulling the flesh bud Dio had implanted in Kakyoin's head. Kakyoin was lucky to be alive. Without Jojo, he would've died, you knew that for sure. You stayed with him after everyone left to help him up and to the bathroom to clean up. His head was spinning as he put it, so you walked with him. He threw his arm over your shoulder for support, but you weren't much help. You were only around five feet five inches.

"Here, Kakyoin." You said. "Sit down on the tub." He did as he was told. You found that he was having trouble standing, so you would clean his face up for him, and then he could take a bath. You opened a drawer in the sink for a cloth. You ran the cloth under warm water and wrung it out.

"Okay, this will probably sting a little." You said as you gently held the side of his face with your hand. His purple eyes looked into yours, and he looked away quickly. He flushed a light red. You pretended not to notice, but you're sure yours did too. You brought the cloth to his forehead and pressed it to his wounds. The little bud had left a diamond-shaped opening and four small dots around it. Kakyoin hissed as it dabbed over his wound.

"Oh! I'm sorry." You said. "I can use my stand."

"No. No, it's okay." He assured. "I can stand a little pain. Besides, I feel like I deserve some of it."

You pulled the cloth away, a look of concern on your face.

"For what? For Dio controlling you? For Dio forcing you to attack Jojo? None of that was your fault, Kakyoin. Dio is the bad guy here." You told him. He was shocked at your reply. You continued to softly dab at his injury and wipe up the blood around it. He glanced up at you every now and then. Almost as if he was surprised to see you there, cleaning his wound. Maybe it was appreciation.

"I'm surprised you're not mad." He said after a while.

"I couldn't be." You assured him. "As I said, it's not your fault."

"I still remember what happened while I was under his control." His face twisted in disgust. "It was like my body was screaming at me to stop, but Dio's voice was just up there, reassuring me it would be fine. That I could do this and there would be no effects, no consequences." He choked on the last sentence.

"I'm so sorry." You whispered. You both sat in silence for a long time. You cleaned his injury and wrapped it in a bandage. Just before you finished, Kakyoin spoke.

"I do have a question." He said softly.

"Yes?" You replied as you sat on the edge of the tub, next to him.

"How did you avoid my Emerald Splash? No one avoids it."

"Oh." It was an odd question at a time like this. "Well, you shot it at my upper body, so when I left the room, I ducked to the floor and it went through the wall."

He chuckled raspily. You smiled and felt your stomach flutter. His voice was so pretty, like the sound of the most peaceful place on earth. His eyes closed and his head tilted down. He shook his head as his shoulders bounced. The red curl hung down and followed his head. You wanted to run your fingers through the neatly combed hair.

'What? No. Stop.' Your eyes closed and you wrenched up your face in embarrassment.

"What's so funny?" You smiled, hoping he couldn't read your mind.

"Thank you, Y/n." He said simply.

"Is that what's so funny?" You laughed nervously.

"No." He smiled. He drew in a breath.
"I'm laughing because I realized I would have died if it weren't for you."

"All in a days work!" You sighed and chuckled heartily. "But Jojo did 99.9% of the work."

"Erm- yes, but you used your stand on me. Not on yourself, not on Jojo, me."

You drew a blank on that one.

"I-I don't know. I just felt like it was the right thing to do. I sort of knew you weren't the person you were acting like. I don't know how to explain it." You sighed and dropped your head.

"No, I totally get it." Kakyoin said. "Like an intuition, right?"

"Yeah, I guess so." You replied.

"Speaking of stands," Kakyoin said. He reached his hand to yours hesitantly. He picked it up and you lifted your eyes to his. You both looked away quickly as your cheeks flared.

"You- you injured your hand." He stumbled.

"Oh, that? That's fine. Just a little scratch is all." You laughed anxiously and retracted your hand. That was a lie. Everytime you think about it, the tentacle squirming under your skin, reaching for your brain, you shuddered.

"Okay, but let me clean it for you. It's the least I can do." He asked.

"No, really, it's fine. Besides, you can hardly stand." You rose from the tub. "I'll take you back to the tea room or run you a bath."

"Please, Y/n. It would make me feel better about what happened." His eyes looked into yours, pleading.

You sighed. "Fine."

Kakyoin's face lit up, and he grabbed the cloth you cleaned him up with and reached for the sink to rinse it. He got frustrated when he couldn't reach and let out a grunt. He went to stand, but he was not very stable on his feet and almost fell. You caught him and sat him back down on the tub.

"Here, let me have it." You rinsed the cloth and gave it back to him. He took your hand and gently dabbed at the injury there. Your stomach fluttered, looking at the boy hunched over your hand, happily cleaning your wound. You giggled under your breath. He was too cute.