Jotaro grabbed Kakyoin's arm and placed it on his shoulder, providing support for Kakyoin since his legs were recovering. They walked out of the house. "It's not too far, just a 5-minute walk."
"Are my parents still there?"
"Most likely but we have to make this quick or else people will see us and think we caused it."
"I mean..." Kakyoin looked at him.
"You understand my point."
A few minutes later they arrived at the house and got to Kakyoin's room.
"Alright just grab a bag or two and start packing up things. We can't be here forever. I'll admit you do have a nice room. I like it. Nice and organized."
"I doubt this is the first time you have seen my room."
"Correct," Jotaro said with a menacing smile
"Stalker."
Kakyoin grabbed a suitcase of his mothers and a jacket that was his father as a memento. He packed things like art supplies, clothes, and things he held dear. Meanwhile, Jotaro went back to Kakyoin's parent's room. They still lay there but the blood is all dried up, fear frozen on their faces. Jotaro nearly laughed.
"🅸🆃'🆂 🅰🅻🅻 🅵🅾🆁 🅷🅸🅼."
Jotaro heard footsteps. "Jotaro! Where did you go- oh." Kakyoin stared blankly at them. He looked as if he might cry.
"Can you use your legs now?"
"Yeah. It's recovered." Kakyoin smiled at him. Jotaro noticed Kakyoin's belongings in a suitcase.
"Are you ready? Did you get everything you need?"
"Yeah. I hate the fact that I'll never get to come back."
"It's okay Kakyoin, because,
🅸'🅻🅻 🅼🅰🅺🅴 🆈🅾🆄 🅻🅾🆅🅴 🅼🆈 🅷🅾🅼🅴."
"Jotaro?" That tone in Jotaro's voice made Kakyoin feel uncomfortable.
"Now let's get back home."
Kakyoin sighed. "I guess so."
They both walk back to Jotaro's place, Jotaro's hard grip on Kakyoin's wrist. They made it there eventually.
"I forgot to say this earlier but I turned a guest room into a personal room for you so you can put your things in there. And my mother comes home soon. I anonymously reported seeing someone unknown with a knife leave your house so the police will be coming by. The news of your parent's death should have spread by the time she comes home, she'll understand and let you live here thinking the next safest place was your friend's house, which would be me. If she asks, we've been friends for a long time."
"Thanks."
"Your room is over down that hallway." They both walk inside. There was a bed that was already neatly made, a closet to place his clothes in, and a desk with a lamp and digital clock on it
"Oh, I guess it really shows how much planning you put into this. Thanks."
"Do you not like it? If you want to replace the future we can. " Jotaro closed the door.
"It's alright. Nothing is wrong, it's just gonna take time to get used to. But Jotaro, how long do you plan to have me stay here?"
Jotaro sighed and laughed. He walked to Kakyoin and pinned his wrists to the wall and placed his knee between Kakyoin's legs, forcing him to stay in one place. Jotaro leaned in close to Kakyoin. Jotaro lifted his knee up, making the redhead blush. "Jo-Jotaro, what are you?-"
