Don't leave me again. [Jotakak]

Chapter 8 - Café Blues

[Kakyoins POV]

I was so tired. I didn't understand why I left him. I barely even got ready before I left, so I found myself stopping off at a run-down café to wash my face and get a cup of coffee to wake myself up. I waved at the owner as I walked in and quickly rushed to the bathroom. Whenever I had a job in Japan id stop off at this café. It had a strange sense of nostalgia in it. My mother and I would visit this café when I was a child. She died a couple of months before I had officially joined Passione. Yes, I did already have a place in Passione but I had to wait a few months so they could run a full background check on me, as well as having to face a test that one of the capos, Polpo, had given to me, then that being followed up by another background check.

I finally joined once that had decided I was 'safe'.

I opened the door to the men's room and stood in front of the mirror. My eyes had dark bags that surrounded them, my face was pale and covered in acne, as well as being cracked and dry. I ran the cold water tap and splashed some on my face. It woke me up, a bit. The question of why I left Jotaro was still flooding my mind. The simple answer to it is I don't know. I did need his help. I just left him. I couldn't go back there now, not now that I'm gone. I turned off the tap and exited the washroom.

"Coffee, black please," I said with a smile, sitting down as the lady at the counter rushed for a cup and poured the coffee in it. She passed it to me.

"Rough night?"

I nodded, "You could say that, remind me never to drink too much." She laughed and went to attend to another customer. I took out the sketchpad I kept in my back along with a pencil and started sketching. Recently I had noticed Jotaro was present in all of my artwork. I mainly drew male figures due to the fact I find it difficult not only to study female anatomy but to draw female anatomy. I was trying not to draw Jotaro. I looked around the café for inspiration, there were very few people in the café considering it was very early in the morning- around six or seven. Eventually, my eyes crossed this man, he had dark, piercing blue eyes, freckles that covered his cheeks and platinum blonde, fully shaved hair. When I say fully shaved I mean like all around his head shaved but not enough to be bald, you know what I mean. I think he caught my eye because I found him attractive, like really attractive. The only person to ever capture me by their looks was Jotaro, to me, everyone else just looked similar, Jotaro, on the other hand, had something special to him.

I began drawing away, using this man as a reference, I had finished around an hour after I began then I looked back up to the man to catch one final glimpse of him before I showed him the art I had just created of him. He wasn't there.

I panicked, I quickly thanked the lady for my coffee, picked up my bag and sketchpad and ran outside to find the man. I bumped into someone.

"Hey! Watch where youre going! you could've hu-" I sounded out the rest of what he had said, it was the man. As I stumbled to get up he began to walk away.

"W-Wait can I show you something," he turned around and looked at me expectantly. "I-I know its not great but I saw you in the café and you inspired me." I quickly flicked to the page in my sketchpad and showed it to him. He looked at me in awe.

"Whats your name?" I was confused as to why he asked but answered him anyways.

"Im Noriaki, Noriaki Kakyoin."

He held out his hand for me to shake, "Atisuto Saito."

And that was the 'ending' of something, yet the beginning of something better.

Or so I thought.

I panicked, I quickly thanked the lady for my coffee, picked up my bag and sketchpad and ran outside to find the man. I bumped into someone.

"Hey! Watch where you're going! you could've hu-" I sounded out the rest of what he had said, it was the man. As I stumbled to get up he began to walk away.

"W-Wait can I show you something," he turned around and looked at me expectantly. "I-I know it's not great but I saw you in the café and you inspired me." I quickly flicked to the page in my sketchpad and showed it to him. He looked at me in awe.

"What's your name?" I was confused as to why he asked but answered him anyways.

"Im Noriaki, Noriaki Kakyoin."

He held out his hand for me to shake, "Atisuto Saito."

And that was the 'ending' of something, yet the beginning of something better.

Or so I thought.