Fic being re-posted.
Beta'ed by Vannilliaify.
The moment they arrived in the city they didn't know something was wrong.
They knew that they could come across a Stand user during their journey, but the last one was four days ago, four amazing days.
Everyone was happy, everyone but Polnareff that sighed in frustration; just when they finally got some peace, they do this to him.
Kakyoin however, was more than happy and smiled at Polnareff's bad luck.
Their reactions would be strange if Jotaro, Avdol and Joseph weren't present when the two began to argue to the point of betting on how long the peace would last.
The result was clear. Kakoyin won, and with it he also won breakfast, lunch and dinner not only for him but for the other three, all paid by Polnareff.
Still smiling, Kakyoin slow down to walk beside Jotaro.
"So, got any suggestions to where we can stop for a good coffee, Jotaro?"
Jotaro knew very well what Kakyoin's intention was and so he looked for the place that seemed to be the most expensive in the region.
"How about there?"
Kakoyin didn't even respond when they heard Polnareff say. "Nooo!"
"Oh My GOD! I liked it!"
Joseph's enthusiasm didn't help Polnareff's case. And Kakoyoin saw that as a sign of clear victory.
"Well I think we all agree on this one. Come on Polnareff! Let's have a coffee!"
Polnareff looked at Joseph and Avdol, but Mr. Joestar only gave thumbs up and Avdol a small shrug. And crestfallen he entered in the establishment.
...
Already seated and waiting for their coffes, Polnareff continued to argue against the bet.
"I think it's wrong. We weren't attacked, we are quiet here, I lost no bet at all!"
"We have not been attacked yet ..."
Everyone looked at Avdol waiting for some explanation.
"Don't look at me, look at this city, it has something strange about it. It's looks like Europe."
"Now that you mentioned it ..." Polnareff stared at the environment around them. "Aaah! They just have good taste!"
"That's not the problem."
Joseph was strangely quiet until he finally spoke.
"See that?" He said pointing to a vehicle outside. "That belongs to this era. But that ..." He pointed to a strange motorcycle with a couple dating next to it. "the last time I saw one was about 40 years ago."
Everyone was surprised but Polnareff still not understand it.
"Hehehe ... it is a couple dating. I know that you are married, but it still happens ..."
"Mr. Joestar is speaking about the motorcycle. That model is from the 30s, and that couple, their clothes also belong to the same period."
Jotaro was just watching everything, his old man was strange since he could remember, but if Kakoyin and Avdol were agreeing with it, it should be something very out of the pattern.
"This is very nostalgic. The point of being uncomfortable."
...
They were served, only to be surprised by a war tank passing in the street, accompanied by some soldiers.
"OH MY GOD!"
Joseph suddenly stood up.
That tank, those uniforms.
No, it was not possible, the second war was over, it all belongs to museums.
"What is it, Jiji?"
"That tank, those uniforms ... I don't ... It don't."
Avdol and Kakyoin noticed how Joseph was disturbed and tried to calm him down.
What neither of them expected is the voice that called out to one of them.
"Jojo?"
Jotaro was the first to look, but he never saw that young man.
Polnareff, Avdol and Kakyoin looked at the stranger and then at Jotaro in doubt whether he knew or not the man.
Was he an enemy?
Soon they notice that Joseph was frozen in place, his fists clenched, refusing to look back.
"JoJo? Is that you?"
The young man was blond, and had a very peculiar clothing, glued to his body leaving no room for imagination.
"You know him, Jotaro?"
"Never seen him before."
When Joseph finally turned around, his eyes are filled with tears, his voice cracking.
"Cae-Cae-sar ..."
Everyone noticed in amazement and doubt, the older Joestar's incredulous look.
It was also evident the soft and affectionate tone of the unknown man, when Joseph turned and spoke that name, everything about him changed, from his posture to his smile.
No one had time to react, the young man ran and jumped embracing Joseph, who appeared to be in shock.
Avdol and Polnareff looked at each other not knowing what to do.
Jotaro didn't seem to be happy about it and have not separated them thanks to Kakyoin who shook his head clearly meaning 'Don't do this'.
And Joseph didn't know what to do, he was happy, extremely happy. But that wasn't possible, Caesar died many years ago.
His lack of reaction caused the young man to move way from him; the man's face blushed as he avoided his look and said.
"Hmmmmm ... excuse me. Eeerr ... you don't remember me, JoJo?"
Joseph wanted to believe, it all seemed so real.
He wanted it to be true, he wanted to see, hear and feel Caesar again, even if only for a few seconds.
And for this reason he ignored everything and everyone and with both hands he grabbed the younger man's face.
It had to be him, the same blond hair, the same long eyelashes and green eyes, the same beautiful and lovely face.
"My Caesarino!"