The summer of 1989 was one regarded by the pair as one of the most bizarre they'd spent together- even after the ordeal in Egypt, the arrival of a very pissed off Joseph Joestar to their school marked the start of an even stranger adventure. The pair had just finished exams to mark the end of the academic year, Holy whipping up one of her legendary homemade meals for the pair to celebrate; Jotaro was (inwardly) excited to indulge, so the sight of his grandfather waiting at the school gates sent a chill down his spine. Kakyoin paused beside him- of any emotion he had seen Joseph express, anger was among the least common of them.

"Jotaro! Kakyoin! We need to talk."

"Can this wait? I'm hungry." Jotaro spared Joseph of his temper, Kakyoin noting the softer edge of his voice that was reserved only for family.

"Do you realise what you've done?! Do you have the slightest comprehension of how deep the shit you're in goes?!"

"I… don't quite understand what you're talking about." Kakyoin put in quietly, awkwardness seeping into his voice as he saw students glancing over.

"You just had to go and escape, didn't you?! Not an ounce of respect for the law!" Joseph raised his voice slightly, Kakyoin trying to hide his flinch- perceptive as ever, the Joestars would've picked up on it, Joseph softening an ounce in guilt. "You messed up, kids." He sighed, turning and beginning to walk to the Joestar residence in resignation. Sharing a look, the teens followed in heavy silence.

The evening passed quickly in a summer haze, Joseph softening with the presence of his daughter and talk turning to the teens- exams, marine biology, art and travel. As the orange light of eventide faded to dark and the cool of night set in, Joseph turned to Kakyoin in confusion.

"Are you staying..?" He tentatively pressed, the teen looking to Holy with searching eyes, who just nodded with warmth. Jotaro's hand found Kakyoin's shoulder, the look the taller man gave to Joseph saying everything it needed to; after Egypt, his relationship with his parents had devolved to say the least, taking refuge with the warm-hearted Joestars. Joseph nodded and stood to retire to bed, but a sharp rap at the front door drew the attention of everyone present: visitors weren't the most common, the Crusaders on edge as Holy just drifted to the door and threw it open without as much as a care for herself were it anyone but a friend. However, luckily for her, the tall figure awaiting them there threw his bag down, loudly greeting her with a hug and exclamation of good will.

"Polnareff!" Joseph exclaimed, Kakyoin standing to greet his friend.

"Bonjour, bonjour!" The frenchman turned to the others with open arms, Jotaro fighting to suppress a smile at the abundant energy of the man. "How is everyone?"

"We're quite well." Kakyoin offered a smile and handshake, but the man just dragged him by the hand for a hug, Joseph chuckling at his small expression of surprise.

"Jean Pierre! Please, let me take your bag!" Holy beamed with hospitality, immediately picking up the duffel bag and going to prepare him a place to stay before he even had time to object. The men chuckled at her enthusiasm: ever the hostess and ever warm was their Holy. The men returned to their seats before long, laughing and catching up while the star-strewn sky twinkled on in a blanket of purple above their heads.

Sorry this chapter isn't too long or interesting, I've not been feeling too great!! The next one should be more fun :)