Chapter 11 - Airplanes

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A/N - I'm so sorry the last chapter was really short, in case you didn't notice I normally update this story in the middle of the night, I don't know why I guess I just do and I wrote the last chapter at 4 am last night. So yeah sorry about that lmfao.

[Jotaros POV]

He passed me the folded up papers then walked away. Open these with Polnareff and the old man? Why? I might as well just do it for Kakyoin. I was already walking back to my apartment so it would only take a couple more minutes. I pulled out my phone and dialled the old man's number. Polnareff picked up the phone.

"Jotaro what's up?"

"Wait why are you with the old man," I tried to sound as calm as possible but that failed. "we were supposed to split up!"

"Well Jotaro you see," the tone in his voice made me suspicious. "after you called me saying you found Kakyoin I messaged Mr Joestar and we met up. Were walking to your apartment right now."

I hummed. "Okay, ill meet you two there."

I thought it was odd how Jean had his phone but decided not to question it and hung up. In a couple of minutes, I arrived at my apartment building. I pulled out the pieces of paper from my pocket and looked at them. What could be so important that he couldn't just tell me himself? I put them back into my pocket and typed the code into the keypad that would open the door. I heard a small beep as the door unlocked itself and entered the building. It was quiet, as usual. Joseph and Polnareff hadnt arrived yet so I still had some time to do something. I made my way up to my apartment, it was on the fifth floor, the one at the top of the building. I had chosen that apartment because it was the quietest. No one wanted to have to walk up five flights of stairs, so no one lived on the top floor. The quiet was nice, I could deal with my work and not have to worry about being distracted. I finally made it to my apartment, put my key in the lock on the door and opened it. I entered the room, shutting the door behind me.


I had decided I would look at a few reports that I had from work until they arrived. I picked up the documents yet couldn't focus on them, I just had a red-haired buy stuck in my mind. Kakyoin, why won't you leave me alone? I smiled and shook my head, I didn't mind if he was running around my head. Why don't I care? It's not like I'm attracted to Kakyoin. Of course I'm not, I was just worried about his is all. I snapped out of my thoughts when I heard my phone ringing. It was the old man.

"Jotaro we're outside." I quickly told him the code, as well as my apartment number before hanging up. It took them a few minutes but they arrived at my room.

"Nice place, Jotaro." of course it was Polnareff admiring my apartment.

"It's pretty plain but it feels like home," I responded, a small smile on my face.

I motioned for them to sit down on the couch in the main room.

"So I spoke to Kakyoin, twice," they both looked at me urging me to go on. "the first time he was kinda pissed at me, the second he apologised and gave me this."

I held up the pieces of paper. I hadn't noticed it before but it wasn't folded very neatly, I assume he was in a rush.

"You should open it," I turned to look at the old man. "Whatever it says you should open it, he gave it to you so you should open it."

Polnareff nodded, agreeing with Josephs suggestion.

I began to unfold it slowly. What if its something bad?

There was a white piece of paper with writing scribbled on it.

I'm going to assume Jotaro is reading this, if not pass it to him and tell him to read it first. Hi, Jotaro. I'm sorry that I acted like a dick earlier. You were concerned about me and I should be grateful for that. The truth is, you were my first friend. You're the first person who isn't family that has cared about me. You don't know how much that means to me, so with this note, I need to ask you this question. Will you come with me to Italy? I need your answer soon though, I leave tomorrow at noon.

I looked at the other pieces of paper. Three plane tickets. I fell to my knees.

"Woah Jotaro!"

I shook my head, smiling.

"I'm fine old man," I chuckled a bit. "how would you two feel about going to Italy."


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Yet again, it was just me, walking to the hotel Kakyoin was staying at.

It took me a couple of minutes but I finally arrived. I knocked on his hotel door and waited for him to answer. The blonde-haired boy opened the door.

"O-Oh hi," he invited me in and shouted for Nori.

Nori asked him to go into the bathroom, "It's not ideal," he said. "but its the only part of this room where you can't hear any noise that comes from the main room."

The boy nodded in response and went to the bathroom.

"Nori," I sighed. "we're coming with you."

I could see the happiness in his eyes, I could see that he wanted to just for joy.''

"On one condition," he stopped, looking confused. "you refund the plane tickets, including yours. I'll buy them all."

"Jotaro," I couldn't tell what he was feeling. "that's very kind of you but I can't do that. I need to apologise for being an asshole."

Kakyoin invited me to stay at the hotel for a bit with him and the blonde-haired boy.

"Oh we haven't been introduced," he smiled, talking with ease. "I'm Atisuto Saito."

"Jotaro Kujo." I must've sounded intimidating, I didn't want to come off as intimidating but I couldn't change that.

All three of us spoke for a while before Atisuto claimed he had to leave and get some sleep. Now it was just me and Kakyoin.

"Hey, Nori," he looked over to me. "Did you miss me? Like when you were working?"

He paused for a bit.

"The real question Jotaro is why you have a nickname for me but I don't have a nickname for you."

I took my hat off and ruffled my fingers through my hair. Good grief this is going to be awful.

"I'm gonna call you," he paused, thinking. "I'm gonna call you Joot."

I couldn't help but laugh, "You're so cute Noriaki."

I stopped. Did that just come out of my mouth? Nori must've noticed too because he stopped laughing.

"I-I didnt mean that."

I meant fucking adorable.

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