Cold. Noriaki was cold.
Colder than when he first realized he was truly alone, his heirophant being his only friend, yet the one who put up the impenetrable sheet of glass between him and the rest of society.
Colder seventeeen years of isolation, words from others mere static and white noise. Words that left his mouth. Unimportant. Unoriginal. Recited.
Colder than DIOs touch, his one-sided friendship. Nobody could understand but DIO, nobody could understand the pain, nobody--
Warmth... he felt it. The hands that saved him, rescued him. Held him in his times of need. That warmth igniting a fire within him. That warmth, bringing feeling to his head, his heart, something he had never felt before.
Cold.
He was cold.
Nothing was colder than the fear residing within his nerves, chilling him to his bones.
I have failed them.
The freezing water pouring around him did not make a difference in the cold he felt. It could not get worse.
Cold was Noriaki Kakyoin's body as they pulled the mangled teen from metal.
Cold was Jotaro Kujo, who was all too aware that he could have kept him warm.
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JJBA drabbles
FanfictionA collection of drabbles that I write after reading too much into jjba characters Please comment any suggestions !! (I update tags as I add chapters.)
