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It was finally the weekend, to be honest Kakyoin was a little too excited to go over for dinner. He had spent the whole texting Jotaro. It was around 5pm when Kakyoin started getting ready to go over, he was nearly out the door when he remembered that he had promised to bring F-mega over. He quickly ran up to his room to grab the game and put it in his pocket before he locked up the door and started walking over to Jotaros house. It was only a 15 minute walk. When he got there he was kinda amazed at the house, it was a rather large traditional Japanese house, almost the exact opposite of his own. Noriaki nervously knocked, he waited a few minutes before someone came to the door,"You must be Kakyoin! My little JoJo has such nice things to say abt you, its the only thing he ever talks about!"Kakyoin can feel himself blush a bit,"come in, and dont be shy make yourself at home! I think JoJo's in the living room!"Holly moves out of the way, going back to the kitchen to finish up making dinner. Kakyoin takes off his shoes and goes to look for Jotaro, which was not that hard. Jotaro was laying down on the couch watching something on tv,"Hey Jojo!"Jotaro was startled up from where he was laying and turned to face whoever was talking to him, though its not like it was hard to figure out he could never mistake kakyoins pretty voice,"Oh hey Nori, didnt realize you would be here so soon...I feel like I should've gotten more dressed up?"Jotaro was just wearing his usual tank top and torn black jeans, tho he was missing his iconic hat and two belts, on the other hand Kakyoin was wearing a white blouse (which had the top two buttons undone leaving part of his chest exposed) and his green slacks,"Now I feel like im overdressed!"Kakyoin laughed, lightening the mood,"anyways, wanna head to my room?"he nods and Jotaro gets up from where he was sitting, leading the two of them to his room,"sit wherever you'd like...oh and sorry, I didnt have time to clean up"Jotaros room was a decent size, a futon layed in the top right corner, a desk to the left of it, a tv and a game cube, and a bunch of posters that ranged from sumo wrestlers to bands and musicians such as Sting and Toshinobu Kubota. kakyoin sat down on the futon as jotaro closed the door behind them,"Did you bring F-mega?"there was a pause as kakyoin grabs the game from his pocket and tosses it to Jotaro,"Yep! I wouldnt forget it"Jotaro starts to get the game set-up before they're interrupted by a knock at his rooms door,"Jojo! Kakyoin! dinner's ready!Holly opended the door and gestured for them to come out to dinner,"Oh thank you Ms. Holly, but please call me Noriaki"Holly nods as they head to the dinning room, the food is already out on the table. Kakyoin takes a seat next to Jotaro.its a few minutes into dinner, its an amazing tofu miso soup. Kakyoin takes an occasional glance over to Jotaro and its the cutest thing ever, every time Jotaro takes a spoonful his eyes light up, who knew Jotaro loved his mothers cooking so much...
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It was a simple thing, Griffith was to see Charlotte after their duel. This was simply to get back at Guts, to show him he didn’t need him. The power in the kingdom was merely an added bonus Griffith could say was the original idea.It was a simple task to gain more in the kingdom, she was easy to sway, easy to rise to the top if all he needed to do was Charlotte.It was easy to go to her, pretend to be distraught and take advantage, using that as leverage over her father.Slipping into her room and swaying her with sweetly tainted words. When he left that was what was tricky, trying to sneak out and not get caught was the problem.His worries were quickly proven right as he is caught by the guards, it seems one of the maids had heard or seen the two in bed.—He was to be thrown in the deepest oldest dungeon and tortured for years .That was his punishment for this.He tried to keep up his smug calm facade, snide remarks despite how terrified and alone he truly felt.And truly Guts, once again, was where the blame could be shifted.—News spread quickly, Guts hearing about Griffiths capture a few short months after.As much as he despised Griffith he had to help him.He had to save Griffith, all of this was his fault.He made quick work of finding out where Griffith was. Swiftly getting there,‘its like the mission I did for him, don't be seen or heard…’He repeated in his head, like a well trained dog he was back doing something for Griffith.He was always compared to a dog, Casca and Griffith said so themselves, he was a mutt. He would bite if your hand got too close like a stray dog would, but in the same sense he was lonely and willing to do anything for the smallest bits of attention, to be seen or heard for once in his life.The kind of stray dog that would follow behind you begging for scraps.He bit and he fought, he would do anything for his owner, for he was Griffiths sword, his right hand man.He was to do anything Griffith wanted, whether he said it or not.He fought tooth and nail to find Griffith, dropping his sword when he got to the last door.With shaky hands he busted the door in, taking longer than it would normally.It had been barely two months…Griffith shouldn’t look too bad..right?Guts took nervous steps to where he saw Griffith, arms tied above his head, entire body exposed except his battle helmet.Cuts and burns littered his body, he looked starved, he was already skinny but he just had the smallest amount of fat around his bones to give the illusion of his regular body shape.His hair was cut, the long flowing white hair Guts had always admired cut to just above where his shoulders rested.He looked horrible (though not as bad as he could’ve looked, Guts thought,)He gets him down from where he’s hung, cradling Griffith close to him.This was his fault wasnt it? He should’ve stayed close to Griffith, this wouldn’t have happened if he had just listened.But he could fix this, make it right.He would just have to be better, listen better so this wouldn’t happen again.Griffith could still lead the hawks surely, even like this, he would just need some time to rest.He was quick out of there, leaving the same way he came in, returning quickly to the camp
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Blue looked so pretty next to a blood red. Guts wouldn’t admit it, how pretty he had always felt Griffiths eyes where. Crystal blue, it reminded him of water, calm flowing icy water.Even now Guts still admired those eyes.The blue standing out gracefully next to the red surrounding them, blossoming colour and light into a dreadfully monotone landscape.It was a horrible time, he knew that the most, but his own eyes were drawn back to the blue time and time again.He was not Griffith for much longer, undergoing a transformation into something more, something beautiful.Griffith reminded himself that even now, this, everything, was for the sake of his dream. The dream every last one of the hawks had put their lives on the line for, for him.“Utter the words ‘I sacrifice’ in your mind and the ritual will begin.”Booming words said from the entity that stood the tallest.This was for his dream, he could do this, all of them had offered their lives to him. They had chosen this.
‘I sacrifice’
He repeated, as many times as he could, there was no going back.
The hand closed around him, causing Guts to fall, Griffith didn’t notice.It was dark, Griffiths eyes taking a second to adjust to the light, or lack thereof.
He can make more things out, it was full of vines…or was it flesh..? Whatever it was steadily grew.
Griffiths wounds didn’t hurt anymore, he looked down at his arms, the previous bone and torn arms and wrists were gone. His usual muscle was back and he sighs of relief.When he looks back up there's someone before him. One of the ‘god hand’..?
But why would they be in this?‘Griffith’
Its mouth didn’t move, red lips staying in a smirk, did it not just talk?
What the fuck was going on.
It looked vaguely like him, similar eyes, hair and the helmet it wore was exactly like his own…Was this thing him…?
The idea wasn't completely different, this entire place weirded him out, meeting himself wouldn't have been the wildest thing to happen yet.He reaches a hand out, first reaction to try to touch the being before him.
He barely is able to touch it with his middle finger, going to press his palm down on its chest.
The black armor feels rough, not the usual smooth touch of regular armor Griffith has familiarized himself with over the years.“What…what in the heavens are you…?”Griffith asks, voice shaky, it doesn't sound like him. Not anymore.
A piercing laugh hits his ears, far too loud making him flinch for the first time in a while, he didn't even flinch once in the year he was tortured.
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Jotaro was just chilling at Noriakis house, they had been together for 3 years now and it was fuckin awesome, every friday after school Jotaro would go over toNoriakis and play F-Mega (though he wasnt very good) and eat dinner before calling Holy to see if he could sleepover,they had just finished eating and jotaro was calling holy,“that name almost made him cringe"Mom, its Jotaro, im a guy"it was the millionth time today alone he had to tell his mom this."you'll always be my little girl"holy said almost way to enthusiastically, Jotaro wanted to argue with her over this but he decided against it"anyways, is it fine if I stay over at Noriaki's house?""of course sweetie!""mk thanks mom, all be back tomorrow afternoon""Alright! hope you have fun!" he hung up,it's like she was trying to say his deadname as much as possible."Yo, Nori! I can stay over!" he yelled to Noriaki who was upstairs setting up a futon"Alright, im just setting up ur futon if u want to come up!"Jotaro wanted to be happy about staying over, and he was, but his mom had to ruin it by using his deadname which always set him off in a bad mood.When he got upstairs Noriaki was sitting on the floor, playstation controller in his hand, and the stupid music from F-Mega was blaring in the back. when Jotaro stepped in Noriaki could tell smth was wrong,"Is something wrong? are you alright?"it was nice having someone actually ask if he was alr"uh, ya, ig"that tone wasnt convincing at all, its was obvs to both of them"come here jojo"you could almost hear his fuckin smileNoriaki patted the ground between his legs.jotaro let out a groan, but still sat down, at some point noriaki had put down the controller cuz when he sat down he had one hand around his waist and the other on his head.Noriakis hand tugged at his hair, not hard enough to hurt but hard enough to force jotaro to look up at Noriaki, Noriaki leaned his head down to say smth into his ear"what's wrong baby?"Jotaros face lit an incredibly bright red,"I-I uh"that alone made him lose his train of thought completely
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It was all domestically sweet, a quiet life the three of them lived followed mostly the same routine, Griffith and Casca would go to work leaving Guts to tend to the home and their two kids, jokingly he was constantly called the ‘house wife’ of the relationship.Today was no different, Griffith and Casca getting up early to leave and letting Guts sleep in for a change.As he gets up he surprisingly doesn't hear Schierke or Erica so he guesses they are still asleep.Guts starts working on breakfast for himself, getting into the mythodic rhythm of chopping stuff for what he plans to be an omelet.He had always been a good cook, since he was a child he had cooked wonderful meals for his family, always being in charge of the cooking