Don't leave me again. [Jotakak]

Chapter 7 - Mistakes

[Kakyoins POV]

When I woke up I heard a groan from in front of me. I didn't care much considering it was probably just Mr Joestar or Polnareff, they were both knocked out before me and Jotaro. Unfortunately, I wad wrong. I had also forgotten everything that had occurred the night before. I was pushed off of my bed, landing on the floor next to it with a loud CLONK. Luckily, my fall was broken by the somewhat comfortable carpet.

"Shit shit shit shit shit shit," it was too early in the morning for this, who was making all of this noise. "What is wrong with me?" Now I was fully awake, I was still laid on the carpet but I was awake. The only reason I hadn't stood up yet was because I wanted to know what the mystery person was talking about. I was snooping, yes, but I wanted to know.

"What did me and Kakyoin do last night?" okay now I stood up. The fuck? What did we do last night?

"I knew you were listening in." it was Jotaro. He looked like he had a rough night, he wasn't wearing his hat, his hair was all dishevelled. He looked like a total mess.

"Anyways, Noriaki Kakyoin," He was going to ask me something. What did he want to ask me? Im pretty sure I remember less than he does. "Why were you snuggled up to me when I woke up?"

Okay I could answer that. Did I want to answer that? No. Of course I didn't. I didn't have to say anything before my cheeks started turning the same colour as my hair. Of course when I don't want to answer a question my face does it for me. I quickly turned away.

"Why would I know," I paused for a second, gathering my words. "I probably remember less from last night than you do."

He made a small humming noise, "That would be correct, considering I remember quite a bit from last night, not to mention its quite clear I can handle my alcohol better than you."

I looked at him in mock offense. We both knew it was true, to say I was part of a Mafia but couldn't handle my alcohol well would seem to be a joke. It was not a joke, I was terrible when it came to alcohol. My memory was still fuzzy. I remember a few things though.

"Fuck I thought I loved you at one point. I might've loved you, I don't know."

"Shit, that wasn't even too long ago, like two three months ago. Shit man you were the only thing keeping me alive then."

Did he...remember that?

"Did you really love me?" It appears he did remember that.

"I was drunk, okay? It didnt mean anything." I turned back around so i was facing him. He looked hurt, but yet again he was masking it with a cold, dark expression.

"Ill do it myself," Jotaro looked confused by what i had just said. "Ill get out of this Mafia by myself. I dont need your help."

"Kak-" i cut him off.

"I can do this by myself, do you not trust me," Silence. "I guess that answers my question. If worst comes to worst ill stay a part of Passione."

I quickly walked to my bathroom to tidy my hair into its normal look, with a curl at the front and the rest just fell naturally. Then, i grabbed my bag with my art supplies and opened the door to my hotel room, before turning my head to face back at Jotaro.

"You need to leave this room by twelve tomorrow otherwise the boss gets fined," i sighed, contemplating whether i really wanted to do this, to leave Jotaro. "Goodbye, Jotaro. Let's never meet again."