joseph joestar DIES

i wrote this at 2 AM

  After the many bizarre years of dealing with the extraordinary superhuman beings called Pillar Men, numerous stand users, a vampire who could stop time, and a hand-fetishist murderer who killed a great deal of people, Joseph Joestar has come to his end. He was slipping away to old age and was becoming more and more feeble as the days went on. It was hard to imagine he was the same man who saved the world just by controlling his breathing.

  Subdued, gray clouds leisurely dragged across the heavy sky. The feeling of sadness gripped onto Joseph's loved ones. Conveniently, a roar erupted from the sky, and the pavement darkened with rain. A tree branch grazed against a window in the room. 

  Shizuka, now 20 years old, was raised by Joseph and Suzi Q. She was the most devastated one in the room, with Josuke, Holy, and Jotaro. She held her father's hand to reassure him that everything was going to be okay. However, it was mostly to reassure herself. 

  Holy was also devastated, but she thought about the stories told by her father from when he was young. She knew about his old friend, Caesar, and how he sacrificed himself. She thought to herself, One day they will meet again in the afterlife.

  Finally, Joseph had died. It was slow at first. Shizuka could only hear her own heartbeat. She stared at his wrinkled and timeworn face, when she broke into tears. She looked up at the others in the room. Josuke tried to hold back his tears, Jotaro hid his face by looking away, and Holy cried with her. 

  "D-damn it," Josuke muttered, pain lingering with his words. His voice was shaky and unstable. He wasn't raised by Joseph, but he grew to like him with all the moments he had with him, especially after the lake incident. 

  Jotaro glanced at his grandfather, and he caught glimpse of a ghost-like figure, the figure of a proud, young man who was satisfied with everything he'd done. Was this Joseph Joestar?

  "Jojo," a familiar, sweet voice marveled. "You're.. here?" 

  "Caesar!" Joseph cried out. He ran toward the muscular blond, hugging him tightly before falling over with him. Tears formed at his eyes, and he had a genuine smile for the first time in years. When Caesar died, the guilt ate him alive. It got better with age, even so it was still there.

  "Hey," Caesar faltered. "S-stop crying, idiot." He began to sniffle and tear up too. Caesar had younger siblings, so he always tried acting like the cool older brother around them, including Joseph.

  The two grown men sobbed for a while, hugging each other.

  "I'm sorry," the younger man weakly apologized. It was difficult to when you're bawling your eyes out, in the arms of a friend you haven't seen for 80 years.

  "Sorry for what?" 

  "I mean, you're probably angry with me because we fought and—"

  "No! I'm not mad," corrected Caesar with a small laugh.

  Joseph narrowed his eyes. "What's so funny?"

  "After all these years, and you're still that dumb? You mean a lot to me and I'm glad you kept on living." 

  Normally, Joseph would get annoyed with these comments, but this time he was too happy to be irritated with Caesar. Before he could respond, he felt the urge to return to the "real" world.

  "Hold on, I need to check on something," he told the bubble boy. He closed his eyes and imagined where his family were. Then, with his spirit ability, he entered the room that they were in. There he could see everyone crying. 

  Despair throbbed in his heart to see the state his family were in. Steadily, he warmly embraced them one by one, hoping they could feel his presence. He felt helpless, and still he kept trying to let them know that they'll be alright. 

  Thank you for everything.