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badlydrawncollegekira asked:
hideyoshihigashikata answered:
I’ve- um… I’ve been worse… who um. Let you in here anyway?
…you’re not scared of me are you.
Kira cracked open the door, the thick, white gloves masking the sensation of moving straining against their bonds yearning for yearning to – his hands drop to his sides the moment he sees the thing in the room. That’s…that’s –that’s the boy. Dear god. He’d changed so much since the last time Kira saw him. The crystal only beginning to erupt from his skin had grown into a layer almost completely coating his body. His other eye had gone dark, and his other shoulder had erupted a pad of its own. His ears…were admittedly kinda cute. Although the child’s appearance was completely alien, Kira somehow couldn’t help but see something familiar about him.
To be fair, his own condition had…progressed as well. Kira fidgeted with his hair, trying to hide the pastel pink spikes jutting from his skull which had become impossible to ignore. He looked at the boy with the magenta eyes of a cat, squeezing together his aching hands.
“I…I happened to be back home for family business. I was working through a few things of my own, then I remembered when you stopped by my apartment and wanted to check in with you, make sure you were…” Kira leaned backwards, glancing down a hallway that was certainly not the one he came down before. He would handle that problem when it got to him. “…you know.”
“Afraid?” Kira scoffed. “There’s nothing fearsome about you at all.” He flashed a tense grin, feeling a tingling in his hands that he first felt when he came in contact with the boy – but had since come to associate with the Arrow’s growing curse. “…Should I be?”
Oh. That was nice of him. Hideyoshi had almost forgotten about that. Part of this visit already upset him, if only because he was jealous that Kira had, for the most part, barely changed since they last saw eachother. Hideyoshi gave a small nervous smile. Not showing teeth, that was important, he was pretty sure.
“Um- I mean- I guess should- um.. shouldn’t-?” Part of his attention was still on his game. The battery had finally died after being on all night an hour ago, but he was still fidgeting with the buttons. He glanced between it and Kira a few times. “You should- um. Probably yeah I think,” Hideyoshi scratched at a part of his face where his skin met whatever was happening on there anymore, “I mean I haven’t been able to- I’m not um. Supposed to leave the house because of this so-”
Hideyoshi shifted slightly in his place on the floor. His legs hurt but he ignored it. “Um- who? Let you in here…?”
“Your father did.” Kira deliberately looked to the left. It may not have been wise to lie to the boy’s face, but the truth would probably upset him more. It’s not every day you’re pacing the floors in your family home, worrying about the urges the constant urges to feed to change to let it put down roots his condition, when suddenly you remember that poor child and realize the truth. You turn down a hallway and the next thing you’re outside a door - his door - and pretty much have to follow through with the impulse.
“He was the one that answered the door. I got a few looks, because of the…” He gestured up to his horns. “-But I told him about your visit and our research, and he let me back to see you. Said it was nice to see somebody else still cared about you.”
Kira approached the boy, who seemed to have draped a blanket over a chair -Was he ashamed of his new body? There was nothing to be ashamed about - covering up his legs as he played with his video game. “I can see why’d you want to cut yourself off from the world, the way you are now. You must really be afraid about what’s happening to you.”
The boy gave him a blank stare in return. It may have been a trick of the light or he was seeing things again, dear god he better not, but the air around him seemed to…freeze, for lack of a better word, breaking into chunks of altered brightness and hue.
“I’m sorry for what happened after…that, when we first met. I had never felt anything like it before, and it scared the hell out of me. However, after my condition began to…mature, I realized what that feeling was. What it meant.” A smile crossed Kira’s face as he raised his trembling hands, a finger twitching involuntarily. “It means we’re the same. You’re like me. The Arrow got you too.”
“And I know how to make it stop.”
Hideyoshi was immediately overcome with several emotions and questions. He didn’t know anything about an arrow, was that supposed to be how people got this, he had always had this, what did- wait.
Wait.
WAIT.
“You uh- my- my dad? But he doesn’t- he wouldn’t- you- you saw him and you just-” Hideyoshi didn’t even know what question he was trying to ask. He knew he was being lied to now though. He wondered if he should even bother saying anything at this point (some part of him was screaming at him to just ram his… fingers? Claws into Kira for that) but he didn’t. He forced himself to stop his current line of questioning.
“That’s um-” he was forcing himself not to think about it “you- you um- you know how to-” Hideyoshi was trying to get himself to stand up at this point but he was having a hard time doing more than struggling to get his legs (god why were they so long now he was taller than his dad at this point he was at least a foot taller than him why did this need to-) into a position that he could move from. “H- help?” This came as both the end of his question and a request for his current situation.
Kira saw a look of shock spread across the boy’s face. Oh, he had chosen the wrong parent. The fact that this child’s father had forsaken him due to the curse – it filled Kira with fury, heat welling from the mark on his chest. Unconcious of this, he continued anyway.
“I am so sorry, I don’t know what he’s done to you, and it’s a tragedy that he’s done so because of something you couldn’t control. But now you can change that!” Kira smiled, his mouth distressingly wide. He watched the boy shift in his chair, the blanket falling down his….legs. That was all his legs. Wow.
Kira walked towards the boy, trying to avoid being hit with the flailing diamond pillars, the fire filling his arms. “Listen, I know what it’s telling you to do. I know it’s scary, and constant, and must be very hard to resist by now. But you have to stop.” He wrapped his hands around one of the boy’s claws. “Don’t give in to its desires. The more you yield, the more of a monster you will become. Just don’t use what it gives you.” He feels a spasm pass down his arms. “It’s the only way to remain human.”
You emerge from the portal into a…location. The ground (floor?) Is composed of rectangular bluish pink tiles, extending as far as the eye can see. Above is a series of luminescent pinkish green angles; due to their texture and angle, you are not certain if they are the sky or some immense construction blocking the pitch darkness visible between them and the horizon. Somewhere, there is music.
This place feels a lot like your realm, it has the same light, ethereal texture, but you have the distinct awareness that it is not yours. You’re not unwelcome, but you feel the same resistance to alteration the material plane holds.
In the near distance is an apparently naked pink humanoid, crouched on the ground and staring up at the “sky”. As you and your golden companion approach (were they always so thin?), it kinda reminds you of…no. It couldn’t be…was that…Killer Queen?!
Something wasn’t right in here.
And his theory was confirmed when he saw what was probably KQ.
Jotaro invoked his stand, the hood of the stand’s robe was pulled down, showing a mass of floating hair and a menacing glare.
If that Stand was going fuck with him…
Star manifested behind you, this time on foot rather than floating. Well, that was one surprising property of this…place. Hopefully there wouldn’t be any more…
Your companion notices Star’s arrival, and looks to you with wide lavender eyes. Their sculpted lips remain pursed (Did they have a mouth before? Most of the others didn’t…), yet you still hear their smooth, dulcet voice.
“Do not be afraid. No harm is meant for you here.”
Star continues to eye the companion, a scowl on their face.
As you approach the Stand(?), it becomes clear that this is not Killer Queen. Well, at least any version you’ve met; even as a god Stands prove to be an enigma. It looks…softer than Killer Queen, its sharp angles rounded off with a layer of…fat, for lack of a better term. The skull emblems and back spikes appear to be missing, blank spaces on its shoulders and gloved hands. Its mouth resembles a cat’s far more than a human’s, and its eyes seem larger.
You stop right next to it, watching it stare directly upwards. Your companion leans forward and addresses the Stand.
“Hello, Queen.”
The Stand tilts its head to face you in a way only something without neck muscles can. Its eyes shimmer with a curiosity and innocence you never saw in Killer Queen. A noise like a purr, the hiss of a gas stove, and an electric guitar fills the air. In your mind, it resolves into words.
oh hi
‘No harm?’ Yeah, like hell he was going to believe that. And the fact that Star wasn’t able to float rose up many red flags. He probably was just being paranoid.
Queen looked more… soft. And innocent. And more cat-like. Jotaro still felt like he needed to keep his guard up. He was feeling shivers down his back. it didn’t happen to him after he
He waved at Queen.
The Stand identified as Queen raises a hand, waving back at you.
hi Star
Queen notices your Stand lurking behind you, causing it to scrabble around on the floor(?). It orients itself to face its entire body towards you two.
two Star?
Queen looks between the two of you, visibly confused. It turns to face your companion.
help
Your companion laughs, their voice filling the space, although their mouth still refuses to move.
“This is another Jotaro Kujo, and his Star Platinum. They are here to see what you can do.”
Queen looks at your companion, your stand, and you. It seems to relax, squatting on the ground and using its hands to balance.
Your companion chuckles, shaking their head. They adjust their suit, its golden hue bright against their white gold…body. (Had he always worn a suit?) They gesture over at Queen.
“Queen exhibits extraordinary abilities for a Stand at his level of manifestation. He has learned how to maintain his oneiric realm while his vessel is conscious.”
Queen looks up at you, the corner of their - no, his mouth curling up into a smile. Your companion nudges you, giving you a knowing glance.
“Would you mind telling him about your current project?”
Anonymous asked:
I would say my biggest flaw at the moment is a lack of precision. I know and practice in broad strokes the skills I need to pursue a simple, successful life, but they are currently not as refined as they need to be to avoid undesired incidents. This, however, is a flaw that can be remedied with time and effort, which I have more than enough to spare.
