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What the hell? Why's that one walking away?

« Oi. »

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pfftt…

[He’s trying not to laugh. Really, he’s trying; but there’s a slight chuckle tone to his voice.]

I-I’m truly sorry about that…Its hard to remember that I’m not alive sometimes. Chtulhu..? Is that why you’ve been so grumpy around me? I-I look like a monster to you…

« Don't laugh, goddammit!! »

Okay, it's time to move and sit on the floor. Being still summer and all, it's nice to lay on there. His gaze slides from the ceiling towards the mass of black and green tendrils over his bed, rising a brow.

« Yeah, but I dunno why, to be honest. It's not that I have bad memories of you, especially after what the old lady told me about you after the whole crusade against that DIO fucker. I just. . . see you and hear you quite distortedly for unknown reasons, and it kind of bugs me. »

[He peeks out from behind Jotaro. How long has he been there? Who knows.]

…Do you…..Do you really wish to have my company now? I-I mean…You’ll be friendly to me again?

« HOLY SH-- »

Look at it, Noriaki. Look at this fine specimen of Jotaro Kujo landing not so gracefully on the floor, with his ass stuck up in the air and a sequence of grumpy groans coming from his lips.

« Next time can you avoid to appear behind me, for the love of God? You're a ghost, I can't notice you arriving since you don't have steps. . . or squishy things, since you still look like chtulhu to me. »

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« Listen here, Casper. I don't know if it's true that you're Noriaki, but. . . I've been a rude piece of shit with you. I noticed it, I admit it and. . . I think I can try to change? Yeah, pretty much. So come out, wherever you are --I can't hear your thoughts because you're dead, so I can't look for you. »

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« Ohi. You're here, aren't you. »

#Ugh.#Maybe I've been too rude with him.#It's been a week since he poofed. I wonder if he's in the house.

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"SAY WHAT? MAYBE I WILL PUT A COPYRIGHT ON IT JUST TO SPITE YOU."

« You forget that I know your credit card number code, how to fake your signature and, since I'm your grandson, the law of copyrights doesn't effect me if I ask the old lady to use whatever shit has your watermark as my own since we are both direct heirs of your fortune--and, as you already know, she will surely agree with my request. Your turn, old man. »

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"Hey… that’s my words. That’s my catchphrase! You can’t just steal it."

« Actually, I just did it. And it's not that you have some sort of copyright on it. »

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"It’s not my fault I’m constantly thinking about the stock market or Star Wars."

« Yeah, and the next thing you're gonna say is "Whatever, Jotaro, tell me where's your mom 'cause I'm hungry", »

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« Can you do me a favor and stop being so noisy even in your thoughts? Everytime I hear you I almost always end up having headaches because of your lousy mouth. »

[Again. He’s called a monster again by him. Why can’t he see him? Or maybe he can, but simply believe a man walking around with a hole in his middle to be disgusting? Why does meeting with him always have to be so painful?]

Its me, Jotaro. Please see me instead of the monster you always tell me I am. Why can’t you just…

[He reaches out to grasp at Jotaro’s clothes. Perhaps to Jotaro it looks like a monster finally beginning its attack, but he only stops at clenching his jacket in his fists. He hates this so much. Was this DIO’s finally curse for the both of them? To never be able to understand one another?]

Even if you can’t see me or in my mind, I won’t leave you. One day you’ll see me as I truly am. I just want you to see me and accept me. Can you at least accept me as your friend for now, Jotaro? It would make the waiting easier…Please.

A groan filled with frustration followed the monster's words, his head starting to pound, almost as if he was feeling the pressure of a steamroller right on his shoulders. Why had it to be the static. Why not the sound of bunnies and kittens. Why.

« Cut that crap --do you want me to describe you!? Do you want me to do a little sketch to make you understand that I don't see anything resembling a human being or a ghost in front of my eyes, but something coming from a weird mishap of Chtulhu and a doodle made by a six years old girl!? D-- »

As he felt those. . . tendrils, or whatever thing they were, Jotaro wheezed visibly, teeth gritting --feral, the instinct screaming him to defend himself from what was touching him. But the pressure was too much. He could feel it starting --veins breaking, liquid gushing out as cough arrived in a steady sequence, forcing the man to move rather abruptly from the being, hands reaching for his face--

And then, red starts flowing.

« St. . .op. . . »

#uminohana #tw: blood

[It hurts him to be rejected again, but he’s gotten used to it a little. Withdrawing his hand slowly he gives Jotaro a little more space. Does he really hate him this much now? Why was he even here now if the one person he wanted to spend time with hated him so much.]

[No.]

[No, that wasn’t true. Jotaro didn’t hate him. It was just the Stand still controlling him. He’s just forgotten is all. That’s why he can’t pass on; he has to protect Jotaro from this dangerous Stand that he had been cursed with. Sighing, he tries to return to a much more positive state of mind.]

Its just your Stand again, Jotaro. I am Noriaki Kakyoin….P-Please believe me. I won’t hurt you…I won’t let anything hurt you again.

Again and again, he kept saying he was a person he barely knew --a person who knew his fist because he was being moved around like a puppet and wanted to kill him. He kept saying he was that person he found interesting and wanted to chat a little once he has been freed from the control DIO had on his mind.

He kept saying he was a person who died before he could even open his eyes and feel better, and this was irking him more than anything else.

« Stop saying you're him. I didn't knew him that much --I only peeked in the old lady's mind sometimes, and I'm pretty sure he doesn't look like some kind of weird slime monster, or talks with a permanent static in the background. »

He sighed. Damn, that was getting always more frustrating.

« I can't even hear your thoughts, no matter how many times you touched me. You cannot be him. »

[He’s not backing down at all despite a look of discomfort on Jotaro’s face. Actually, he’s moving closer to him and rubbing a hand along his head trying to comfort whatever was troubling him. Years of simply watching him made him a little more outgoing perhaps.]

[What would normally be beautiful green eyes staring at him are instead replaced with glowing yellow orbs that seem to just float in place. Perhaps Jotaro can see the worry in them?]

I wanted to touch you again, and talk to you. I-I missed talking to you. Did you miss me? I hope my absence wasn’t too bad…I n-never left you actually. Y-You just seemed like you needed some alone time…

Here it goes again --touching him, wanting to establish a contact with him, the static menacing to kill painfully his ears and brain. Again, he swats away whatever was touching him --the glare still there, unable to see any genuine thoughts behind those eerie, yellow orbs.

As far as he could know, the being in front of him could just create a facade in order to lull him and kill him, or eat him alive like the most perverted of creatures. And that was a thing Jotaro didn't want --after all, he just recovered from the Curse and was learning how to control his Stand, and the idea of being maimed by some monster wasn't exactly on his to-do list.

« Again with that jazz? I told you that already --I don't believe you. You're not that guy who traveled with the old hag. »

uminohana

[The way he’s being dismissed again is a little disheartening, but at least he’s being acknowledge. Its been so long since he’s done more than just watch Jotaro. Stepping out of his shadow finally, its unknown to him that his form to Jotaro is nothing more but a humanoid black mass with a few stray veins of green glowing gently.]

Jotaro…Its been so long since I’ve come to you. Do you still remember me, don’t you?

[Hopefully, Jotaro will hear him through the static this time.]

The static arrives. Fucking punctual like a handmade Swiss watch, it hits the Joestar heir with the same force of Star Platinum trying to 'gently' throw him away from the bed because it's late and he should be studying, causing him to groan, hands already moving to the temples, trying to massage them.

What a pain, he thinks, the pressure rising and rising, the same sensation of guts being gushed out of him from clawed fingers coaxing and causing him to look back at the elditrich mass with a glare.

« What do you want from me, now. »

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(The touch stops once you begin to shoo it away with your hands. A small sigh escapes whatever is behind you, and you feel a hand grasp down on your shoulder. Perhaps calling it a hand is more wishful thinking as the black mass comes into view. Its hard to stare at it as what seems like green, glowing worms move underneath the unrecognizable mass's skin. Could you even describe something without form to have skin? You know the worst is yet to come.)

Every time is like sinking little by little in a fuckin’ novel written by Lovecraft and you still keep not liking it at all.

He remembers Hierophant Green’s texture —even if he fought against it years before, it’s definitely hard to forget the first time someone defeats a Stand User with his bare hands. And the thing grabbing it has the same texture —wormlike, shiny green mass covered with teared, thick black. He cannot even call it skin —and every time it gets just worse.

Dealing with a mother and her Aztec Lady Tarzan and his own mind reading powers is still already enough of a bizarre adventure to him.

« Stop touching me. » He grits his teeth, hand suspended mid-air, ready to yank the thing off him.

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