A/N: What's this? Another new story? Yup! Here I am. I'm so, so excited about this one. It makes my life happy and me too. At first, I hesitated to post it because I'm already posting on a few other stories, but it wouldn't get out of my brain. And since I'm writing it anyways, might as well post it for all of you guys as well. I'm really looking forward to the journey on this one as I'm trying a few different things with my OC that are different than my norm. It should be interested.

So, as you can probably tell assuming you read the summary, this is a KakyoinXOC story, so it will follow the story of Part 3 with an extra. However, since I'm not overly fond of fics that only retell the storyline, I'm making this my own thing in a way. Instead of focusing on the parts already shown, I'll mostly show scenes of my own devising for between the lines. That said, I won't be able to avoid not retelling a few things, so if you see something familiar, it's probably not mine. Again though, this is gonna be a really fun story, so I hope y'all'll give it a chance.

Thanks a bunch!

ENJOY!

Obligatory DISCLAIMER: I do not own Jojo's Bizarre Adventure or anything affiliated with it therewith. This was made for entertainment purposes only with no intent for copy infringement.

"Maybe it's not about the happy ending. Maybe it's about the story." - Unknown

Those Bittersweet Summers

Chapter One:

July, 1981

Though she hadn't realized it yet, Kakyoin could still see her.

Obviously, she thought she was being sneaky... Or perhaps she just didn't think anyone was paying attention to her. That seemed more likely to the red-headed boy. It made sense considering there wasn't really anyone else around aside from the larger kid with blonde, spiked hair, who was bullying a short boy with glasses and khaki pants. Kakyoin himself was actually about to go over and tell the older kid to knock it off, to leave the other kid alone, for he detested bullies like that. However, something about the smugness splayed across the girl's face caught his attention, the way her eyes sparkled with the odd mixture of mischief and justice.

When she had seen the blonde bully, the girl frowned at the sight for just a moment before a grin broke out across her face, and she had, a little too casually, made her way across the park to a nearby tree. Clearly, she was up to something as her act was a little to innocent. The girl was even whistling as though she thought that would actually make her less conspicuous. Though she was out of sight of the other two people in the park, she had failed to notice Kakyoin, who was only about six meters away. Clearly, she wasn't a very observant girl.

That's when she had done it.

In her hand, seemingly out of thin air a small paintbrush swirled into being, the particles seeming to build upon themselves until it was fully formed. Since he was so far away and it wasn't a terribly large paintbrush to begin with, the object was somewhat difficult to make out, but he believed that it had elaborate carvings on it. Then she turned to the tree beside her and began to paint something onto the bark of the tree beside her. Afterwards, as if the paintbrush appearing out of thin air wasn't enough, a fist-sized beetle made of bark stepped directly off the tree and into her hand. "Incredible..." Kakyoin mumbled to himself, shifting forward in his seat on the bench near the edge of the park. He needed to get closer. Rising to his feet, the red-head slowly walked in her direction, not wanting to startle her, her back facing him.

Holding the large beetle in her hand, the girl made her way back to the two people and bent down to release the large bug by their feet. As she did so, Kakyoin took her previous position by the tree since it gave him a pretty good vantage point for what was going to happen. Idly, his hand ran over the spot she had drawn the beetle, and he noted that it didn't feel any different than a regular tree. When the bully caught sight of her, he turned away from the other kid, laying in the sand of the park now, not bothering to pick himself up again since he was just going to be pushed back down. "What do you want, you stupid girl? Can't you see we're busy here?" the bully asked, puffing his chest out and crossing his arms.

What was this girl doing? Was she not worried that the other kid was going to go after her next? She certainly didn't seem like it the way she stared the boy down, smile still in place, arms folded innocently behind her back as she rocked back and forth on her heels. At that moment, Kakyoin watched the bark beetle crawl onto the bully's shoe, which he didn't seem to notice. Was he so caught up in what was going on that he wasn't paying attention? Or … was it invisible to him? Could this girl be like him in some way? Though Kakyoin was hesitant to believe that, as he had never met anyone that was actually like him, he was smart, and with every moment that passed, the possibility seemed more probable.

"I was just going to see if you wanted to do something better with your life," she told him serenely, tilting her head to the side as her smile widened. "If not, I'm going to have to make you leave... It's up to you." Kakyoin sweat-dropped at the obvious threat there, his eyes widening in disbelief. Had she really just said that? She was either very confident in her ability or very foolish. At the moment, it was unclear which.

Realizing that the bully was distracted, the boy with glasses began inching away from the two as they stared each other down. When the girl's words registered, the bully let out a loud laugh right in her face, taking a step forward so that he was looming over her now, him being a whole head taller than this girl. "Oh yeah? And how exactly are you gonna do that?" he questioned, a wicked smirk spreading across his face.

Kakyoin took a step forward too, ready to step in if the bully attacked her. Obviously, he couldn't just let her get hurt if the bully decided to call her bluff. Though the red-head was hesitant to use him on the other boy, Hierophant Green could take care of that other kid no problem, and the other boy wouldn't even know what was going on. Regardless, he wanted to wait to see what the girl's plan was since the beetle had scuttled up the bully's leg and disappeared into his pants. Already, he had a pretty good idea of what it might be, but it would still be interesting to see. He needed to know if she actually was like him. If she had strange powers too – that he hadn't been imagining what he had seen a moment again.

"Oh, well, I don't really have to do anything," the girl informed him, her voice saccharine sweet. "But you should probably start running before it bites you." At the boy's dumbfounded look, she continued with a shrug, "I've heard that it really hurts when a beetle bites you." Then she pointed to the outline of the beetle as it scuttled around under the fabric of his pants.

"Beetle..." When the realization dawned on him, the bully let out a high-pitched scream and, taking the girl's advice, took off at a dead sprint out of the park, grasping and swatting at the lump crawling around on his leg.

Seeing him run away, the girl pointed and laughed, doubling over on herself from her fit and not bothering to restrain the action at all. Once she regained control of herself, she turned to the boy who had been bullied, where he had scooted a little over a meter back. She offered him a hand up. "Are you alright?" she asked, more serious now as she dusted him off a little bit.

"I.. I think so." Nodding to himself, the boy reaffirmed, "Yes, I'm okay now. Thank you..."

"Nothing to it," she told him with another shrug. Then glancing in the direction the bully ran off in, she sighed. "Still, it might be best for you to get out of here. He won't be happy when he realizes that there isn't actually a beetle in his pants..."

"What do you mean? I mean.. I saw-"

"That was just a trick of the light is all. I wasn't even sure he'd buy it," the girl dismissed with a toothy smile. But Kakyoin knew that wasn't true since he had seen her create that bug, and her answer was a little too quick to sound sincere as though it was something she'd rehearsed. Why was she trying to hide it? Unless.. Yes, that had to be it. Kakyoin was certain now that this girl most definitely had a secret power, just like him. Obviously, it worked differently than Hierophant Green, but he knew it must be similar.

A furrow worming its way into his forehead, the boy frowned but nodded in acceptance. "I guess so... You're right though. I need to go." Glancing around guiltily, he admitted, "I'm not even supposed to be here today." With that, he took off in the opposite direction the other boy had gone. As he reached the edge of the park, he turned back and waved. "Thanks again!" The girl smiled back but didn't say anything.

Who was this girl? And how had she made the beetle? It almost made Kakyoin wonder if he had seen it correctly … But no, he knew he was right. She had conjured that paintbrush so she could create that beetle. Otherwise, why had she walked over to the tree to begin with? There was no doubt about it. This girl had an ability like his own. She was able to will it into existence like he could Hierophant Green.

Before now, Kakyoin had always been alone in his strange powers. Of course, he had always known he couldn't possibly be the only one. From his own research into his strange ability, he had learned about individuals called stand-users, which is what he had determined was the source of his ability. However, he had never met anyone else with a stand before – certainly not someone his own age, or near it … Perhaps it was foolish, but Kakyoin felt hope well within him at the prospect. Maybe he would finally understand more about the source of his ability such as why he had one while so many others did not. Maybe he would finally find some answers about himself, but more than that, he thought he might not be alone anymore, that that this girl would understand.

He needed to know more about this girl.

With that in mind, he strode across from his place behind the tree and wandered over to where the girl now sat on the swing-set, kicking her bare feet back and forth as she swung. She was a petite girl, likely close to his age, with light-colored skin, big brown eyes, and choppy, dark brown hair that framed her face and hung just past her chin. She wore a simple tan skirt and a purple shirt that had two butterflies printed on it. However, she had forgone shoes, and his face wrinkled with disdain for a moment at the sight of her blackened feet. When he approached, she dug her toes into the ground until she came to a gentle stop.

Blowing a piece of hair out of her face, she raised an eyebrow at him expectantly. "Hi there. Can I help you with something?"

Kakyoin paused, unsure how to phrase exactly what he wanted to ask. Just a moment ago, he had been certain that he knew just what to say, but now that the time had come, it was surprisingly difficult to get his meaning across without sounding incredibly forward and accusative. Finally, he settled on, "I saw you get rid of that bully." There. That was a good way to broach the subject, he thought. It wasn't so forward that she would feel uncomfortable, but it led into what he actually wanted to know.

"Oh yeah? A real piece of work that guy was, huh?" she said with a giggle, clearly still pleased with herself. The sound was higher pitched, and a little obnoxious quite frankly.

"Yes..." Kakyoin agreed. "I also saw how you handled it."

"You mean the beetle thing?" she asked with a good-natured smile. Giving another little giggle, she waved him off in dismissal. "That was actually a bluff. It only looked like it, so I pointed it out. I figured it was the best way to get rid of him since I don't exactly have a very intimidating presence unfortunately." Here, she gestured down at herself before raising her arms and flexing to look tougher. Then, she continued, "Lucky for me, he bought it... And was scared of beetles, now that I think about it. That was another gamble on my part." She shrugged. "Then he ran away screaming like a big crybaby. Who was the real stupid girl there?"

Though he couldn't help the small smile that settled on his face, Kakyoin shook his head and pointed at her hand. "That's not true. You conjured up a paintbrush and created that beetle yourself," the red-head denied, crossing his arms over his chest. Right now, he wouldn't back down on this subject though it could be considered rude when she clearly didn't want to expand on it further. In truth, he thought that she would be more eager to share given that he had seen her ability.

Frowning and huffing a sigh, she narrowed her eyes and said, " Listen, kid, I don't know what you thought you saw, but I didn't-" Seeming to realize exactly what he had said then, she stopped mid-sentence. "Woah, woah, woah. Wait. You could see my paintbrush?"

Relieved that she understood finally, Kakyoin nodded. The girl was proving to be of a more stubborn nature, but perhaps now that she knew why he was there, she would be more helpful. "Yes. You called it to your hand while you were by that tree, then painted the beetle." The expression on her face told Kakyoin he'd caught her off guard, and if he hadn't been so curious just then, he would've smiled at the way it looked. However, he wanted to know exactly what that paintbrush was. Her reactions to his words told him everything he needed to know to confirm the idea that she did indeed have a stand, but now, he wanted to know more about the powers themselves. Had she always had the ability? If not, where did she get it? What exactly did it even do?

"No one's ever been able to see it before," she admitted, leaning in a little and lowering her voice as though it were a secret, a smile of shocked excitement spreading across her face. Then another realization hit her, and she frowned, rising to her feet and planting her hands on her hips. "No one's ever been able to see it before. Why can you? Who are you?"

Remembering his manners, Kakyoin bowed to her. "Forgive me. My name is Noriaki Kakyoin, and I apologize for being so forward just a moment ago. But I had to know about your powers because I have a similar ability," he explained quickly, his own excitement beginning to show. She had to be like him. He wanted to believe it too. Perhaps he wasn't alone in his strange abilities as he had always believed. What would that mean for him though? It was quite possible that she couldn't provide any new answers for him. She could be just as in the dark about their powers as he was... At that moment, Kakyoin decided it didn't matter anyways. Just meeting someone else like him would be enough.

"No way! That's so cool! You have to show me," she begged him, growing even more excited at the prospect. She felt alone just like he always had, he realized as he took in the mixture of relief, joy, and excitement on her face. It was an expression that was hard to describe and one that would stick in his memory for years after. Perhaps she understood the way he felt. "I've never met anyone else who could do it. Though, I looked really hard for the longest time... I had to stop talking about it because my dad would look at me like I was crazy, and I even thought I might've been for a while because it's kinda crazy to even have powers."

Stopping mid-rambling, she gasped, her eyes widening as a blush stole over her features. "And, oh!" she exclaimed and bowed low to him. "I'm Kameko Higuchi by the way."

Staring at the strange, bright-eyed girl before him, the reality of his situation began to catch up to him, and for the first time in a long time, he smiled fully and freely, reflecting this Kameko's own lightness that stemmed from the knowledge that they were not alone. From here on out, things would be different for him.

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December, 1988

Kameko was furious.

The brunette woman was furious, and for once, she felt completely entitled to her anger. And why shouldn't she? After all, it wasn't like he had been her best friend for years or anything like that... Except, wait a moment, that was exactly the situation! Why the hell was he ignoring her?

Over the years, they'd had their share of arguments and fights over stupid things of course, and her very stubborn best friend usually resorted to the silent treatment and ignoring her when he was mad at her. However, she always knew what she had done wrong in those cases, and that way, she could apologize, he would forgive her, and they would share a pint of ice cream and get on with their lives. It was the way things worked between them, and overall, Kameko thought it was a pretty good system. This time though, she had no idea what was going on or why he had apparently decided to lock her out of his life. They hadn't argued or fought about anything lately. Before his trip to Egypt, the two had been getting on as well as they always had.

A few weeks ago, when she realized that they must have returned from their trip already, she had called his house to check on him. So, imagine her surprise – and upset – when his mother answered and explained that they had been over for a week and had Noriaki not called? Then, then, just to add insult to injury, when she had asked to talk to her pig-headed friend, he had refused to talk to her. Refused! Alright, she had thought, she could deal with that. He had been in Egypt for a while, it was a long trip, he was tired, all that bullshit. So, she'd given him a while. But a week turned into two, and then three. Just yesterday, Kameko had called the house again, determined to speak with him, and the same thing had happened. With an apology – Mrs. Kakyoin was very nice and polite always – she had explained that her son was just very busy with this new project he had invested himself in, but that she was certain he would call her as soon as it was finished.

None of it made any sense to the brunette. Ever since they had met, he had never shut her out like this, or, not for this long at least. What was wrong? Had something happened in Egypt?

Stupidly, her mind whispered, 'Maybe he finally has a girlfriend..' The thought immediately soured her mood further, and her face turned down in a scowl. Was... Was that a possibility? Traitor that it was, her mind supplied images of her red-headed idiot of a best friend with some other young attractive woman with exotic eyes and full lips. Had he just become invested in some new girl and was too busy with her to talk to Kameko? Almost as soon as the thought registered, she blushed in shame and dismissed the train of thought entirely. Even if he had taken interest in another woman – something that was none of her business, she reminded herself – it wouldn't be like him to just dismiss her entirely like that.

When it concerned Noriaki, Kameko knew that she sometimes got a little too jealous or possessive, and with the way he was treating her, like he was done with her, like she was going to lose him, it was worse than usual. You see, that red-headed idiot of a best friend of hers was very important to her, perhaps a little more important in ways a best friend shouldn't be …. But a few years back, the young brunette girl had come to the horrifying conclusion that she cared for him as more than a friend. Only last year had she gathered the courage to admit it – not to Noriaki, never him – to herself. Either way, she knew it wasn't acceptable to just think the worst of him like that. He didn't deserve that...

But you could certainly believe that she was going to sock him straight in the face the moment she saw him again for acting like this...

Today, Kameko had decided she'd had enough. No matter how she thought about it, she couldn't come up with a single reason for him to be mad at her, and he wasn't sick or his mother would have told her. And if he wasn't mad or sick, then he was being stupid. Kameko wouldn't have that coming from him. So.. So she was going to go see him herself. To see what excuse he could come up with if she was there in person.

And that was how Kameko found herself headed down the familiar set of streets that led to Noriaki's house instead of the hallway that led to second period like she should've been. He hadn't shown up at school since before his trip to Egypt, so confronting him there wasn't an option. That was fine. She'd never been very big on school anyways, and it would've been annoying having all those people trying to listen in on their conversation.

Oh, but that was another thing! He owed her for covering for him when the teacher's were getting suspicious about his extended absence. Apparently, his mother had called the school with the excuse that he was sick with some weird flu he'd caught in Egypt and was still recovering, a lie Kameko knew. However, it was Kameko who had been getting his homework for him, and she had even done a few assignments so he wouldn't have so much to do when he got back... The brunette hoped he didn't mind getting the same grades as her for a while. Maybe if he would've answered the phone when she called, he could've had a say in the matter. Oops.

Before too long, the fuming girl found herself standing at the doorstep of the Kakyoin household. However, she stopped short before knocking, her closed fist hovering directly in front of the wooden screen. 'What am I hesitating now for?' she asked herself, feeling her anger spill over into anxiety. 'I want answers right? I want him to talk to me right? Then I have to knock on this door right now.' However, her arm only lowered to her side. Though she hated it, she knew exactly what the problem was...

Kameko was scared.

It wasn't something she would admit, not even to herself, but the girl was terrified of finding out the truth. Either he had decided he didn't want to be her friend anymore – something she refused to consider – or something very bad had happened to him. Kameko wasn't sure which would be worse.

Frowning at her own behavior, the brunette stood up straighter. Standing here thinking about it wasn't going to let her know what was wrong, she thought, calling back her anger, and even if it broke her heart, Kameko decided she would rather know the reason for his silence than remain ignorant forever. With a huffy breath, she raised her arm to knock once again. Either she had been making too much noise, or the woman was headed out today, because the door suddenly slid open.

Mrs. Kakyoin made a startled noise at seeing her there, hand still raised, her own eyes widened in surprise, and her hand flew to her chest with a heaving gasp. However, when the woman realized it was only Kameko, her shock melted away into a warm smile. "Miss Higuchi," she breathed. "I wasn't expecting you this morning. Would you like to come in?" her friend's mother asked, stepping back to allow her entry. Mrs. Kakyoin was a tall woman with a lovely face that spoke much about her demeanor. Her red hair was always pulled back into a high ponytail, and her clothes were always nice and tidy, just like the rest of her house and household. For despite her relatively easy-going nature, the one thing the older woman would not tolerate was messiness, and Kameko had been on the receiving end of more than a few scoldings for getting herself or Noriaki all covered in dirt from some escapade or another when they were kids.

Smiling back at Mrs. Kakyoin, Kameko bowed briefly. "Good morning, Ma'am... Sorry to burst in like this, but I have to talk to Noriaki. And phone calls are getting me no where," she explained as she slipped off her shoes and stepped inside the home.

Ever since she was a little girl, Kameko had always liked his home. It was warm and lively and just felt lived-in, like a home. It had been a nice change from her own home. Neither Kameko or her father spent any more time in their little apartment than necessary, and it showed – though it had never particularly bothered the young woman.

"You mean he isn't at school?" the older woman questioned, a look of concern crossing her face.

Hesitating for just a moment at the revelation, her steps paused, and she shook her head. "I … No. Unless he changed classrooms, he wasn't in first period. Is he not here?"

The two continued to the kitchen, and Mrs. Kakyoin waited until they were both seated at the table with a cup of hot green tea in hand to answer. "He said that he felt well enough to return today," the older woman explained with a sigh, and then there were suddenly tears in her eyes. "I just don't understand him anymore, Kameko. It's like he's a completely different person," she exclaimed, a tremor in her voice at the admission.

Although she was feeling a little awkward – the brunette had never been good with crying people – the young woman stretched out her hand and placed it briefly on Mrs. Kakyoin's arm. "It's going to be alright, Anora," Kameko consoled her, using the woman's first name for added emphasis.

For a long moment, the woman didn't answer, her eyes shut tight and her shoulders shaking. Finally, she exhaled slowly, regaining her composure, and opened her eyes, which were red but no longer full of tears. "I know, dear. My mother always told me that boys change when they get to be a certain age, that it isn't cool to love their parents anymore... However, I never imagined it would be quite so sudden," she said, and for the first time, Kameko noticed the exhaustion surrounding her friend's mother. There were deep shadows under her eyes that told of a lack of sleep, and her hair wasn't quite as smooth as it usually was, rife with flyaways, looking much more similar to Kameko's own hair. Just what was going on with Noriaki?

Brow furrowed, Kameko's face hardened. "You said he changed... Changed how?"

Wringing her hands, Mrs. Kakyoin glanced away, a far off look in her eyes. "He's just … different now," she said, her face scrunching up as though the words left a bitter taste in her mouth. "He's always been a solitary boy. Even now, you're the only person he spends time with at length, but I was alright with it since he did have you... But now he won't even talk to you. He's become a recluse, always hidden away in his room with the door locked. He's barely spoken a handful of words to me in the past month, and when he does speak..." Here, the strain in her voice became more pronounced, and she let out a mildly hysteric laugh. "And when he does speak, he's always irritable. The slightest thing sets him off!... Whatever this mood he's in is, nothing I do is working to change it."

With every word, Kameko's own worry grew. She had thought that hearing that he hadn't found a girlfriend would make her feel at least a little relieved, as shallow as that was, but now, she almost wished that were the case... Almost. Not quite. Though at least that she would know how to deal with...

After everything they'd been through together, Kameko liked to think she knew him pretty well... No, that was bullshit. She did know him well. He was her best friend dammit, and with everything she had learned about him over the years, she knew there was no way he would behave like that towards his family. Her? Maybe – depending on exactly how bad she had pissed him off. But not his parents – he respected them far too much for that. Something was seriously wrong, something he couldn't tell his family about. And suddenly, Kameko was angry at her red-headed best friend for a different reason now. Clearly he was in trouble, big trouble. Why the hell had that idiot not come to her about it? She could've helped him.

Her fists clenched in her lap, and her mouth drew into a thin line. No. Could've wasn't good enough. She was going to help him, whether he wanted it or not.

When she heard Mrs. Kakyoin sniffle again, Kameko's gaze softened, and she reached across the table to grab her hands. "We both know he wouldn't act like this for no reason. We're going to figure this out, I swear it, and once we get everything sorted out, he's going to beg for forgiveness for putting you through all this, promise."

"I … Thank you, but I just want my son back. I don't care about apologies."

Kameko smiled sadly." I know, Anora... I know," the young woman said, and afterwards, the two simply sat in silence as Kameko tried to figure out what her next move should be. She needed to find him... Obviously that was the first step, but the question was, where would he go? Noriaki hadn't been at school, and as far as she knew, there wasn't anyone he would hang out with beside herself...

How was she going to find him?

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After a few minutes had passed, Kameko and Mrs. Kakyoin had gone on to discuss what they should do about Noriaki. The brunette had explained that she planned on trying her hardest to track him down but that the older woman needed to stay there at the house in case he returned at some point. Then she had gone on to question her further about how he had been acting and what he had been doing . Eventually, Mrs. Kakyoin had suggested she just check around his room for clues on what he might be doing, so that's where the brunette had headed.

For the most part, the room had looked much the same as it always did, the small bed neatly made in the corner, his game console and controllers put away under his TV set, everything nice and in its place.. Except for his desk. Unless he was working on an extended project for school, Noriaki's desk was always clear. He didn't care much for clutter himself, so it had been strange to see all the papers, pencils, and other pieces of trash spread across it and littering the ground around it. It was an obvious place to start looking, so Kameko had skimmed through all the papers.

There had been writings on most of them that didn't make any sense to her, things she had never heard Noriaki mention at all... Many of them talked about Stands, which she did know know about. However, most of it was in relation to some man named Dio... Dio, Dio, Dio... From what she could tell – most of the writing was fragmented and incoherent, or the papers were torn, smudged, or otherwise destroyed – Dio was a stand user, and he wanted Noriaki to find some people, possibly another group of Stand-users. Unfortunately, those people were never mentioned directly by name or for what reason he wanted them found. They had only been referred to as the Joestar bloodline, which she supposed was a name, but it wasn't specific enough to help her.

However, there had been one saving grace amongst all the papers, something that at least pointed Kameko in the right direction. On the floor, next to the trashcan, she found a crumpled up map, and on the map, a nearby school had been by thick red marker with the word Joestar scrawled in the margins in the same marker. It wasn't a lot to go off of, and she still didn't understand why Noriaki was doing all of this. But it was more than she'd known before. Pocketing the crumpled map as well as a photo of her and Noriaki for reference, the young woman had returned to the kitchen where Mrs. Kakyoin had been furiously scrubbing at the dishes and asked her if she knew anything about her findings. Of course, the older woman hadn't been able to tell her anything more and had no knowledge about either this Dio or the Joestars. But that was unsurprising considering that Mrs. Kakyoin didn't even have knowledge of Stands.

From there, Kameko had taken a cab to this other school since the distance was too far to walk. She had made it to the school around eleven in the morning to find a large group of students mulling around the grounds. Apparently, there had been some big spectacle with the school nurse not too long ago, and they were all being let out early. However, the brunette didn't have much luck in her search for Noriaki. That was, until she had shown the photo of her and Noriaki to a group of girls who all looked to be around her age.

"Ooh! That was that transfer student from this morning," a young woman with tall curls and too much make up had said.

"Transfer student?"

"Mhmm!" the same girl had continued brightly, and a few of the others backed up what she had said with confirming nods and a few words of agreement. A few had gone on to comment on how cute her best friend was and was she his girlfriend? To which, she had forced away the twitch in her eye and studiously ignored them.

"Do you know where he went?" Kameko had asked before the women could get any further off topic.

At her question, the group had glanced around at each other dumbly, and they obviously didn't have a clue as to where he had disappeared to. However, one towards the back of the group had finally spoken up, "I saw Jotaro leaving with the transfer student over his shoulder right after the big accident this morning." At once, the others had all turned on the girl looking much like the harpies they all were and began questioning what she was doing watching 'their Jotaro.'

It had taken over five minutes to get them all settled down enough to give her this 'Jotaro's' address. Then another five to explain to them why she didn't want them to go with her to Jotaro's house and that no for the last time she was not interested in Jotaro nor did she even know who he was and please calm down. Seriously, if she had heard his name one more time, the brunette wouldn't have been responsible for the maiming of make-up caked faces. Already she was developing an irrational dislike for the man. At this point, Kameko just knew that she was going to find dearest Jotaro unattractive on principle alone. He was probably some vain asshole anyways, always flirting with every woman with legs if the size of his fan club was anything to go by... She wrinkled her nose disdainfully, she hated guys who did that.

And so, that was how Kameko Higuchi found herself standing outside the Kujo residence for the very first time.

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A/N: Alright! Well, what do you think? Good start? I really am super excited about this one. I've been jazzed up all week about putting this online. I really hope you guys enjoy it as well. Now, as for updates, I can't promise they'll come super quick because life has been quite hectic around here lately. However, I do promise they will come eventually if you'll stay patient with me.

Also, in the first scene, I mainly used Kakyoin when referring to him. However, Noriaki will mainly be used from here on out because it's his first name. Also, also, I understand a little bit about the Japanese name system and honorifics. However, not enough to really lay back on it reliably, so I'm going to just treat this like American's do first names and it not be so much of a big deal to call each other by our first names.

Hope y'all enjoyed this and I look forward to hearing what y'all think.

Thanks a bunch everyone!

ONWARD!

- Alyssa