JoJo One-Shots!

大野！花京院が花を吐く！(jotakak)

translation: oh no! Kakyoin spits flowers!

yeah, you can probably tell what this is about (〒﹏〒)

i figured this was a good one to start off with, considering this was originally a jotakak book

TW: blood, vomit, death (you probably knew when clicking on this, especially if you can already read Japanese)

word count: 1906

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Noriaki coughed violently, his chest heaving with every breath. He could barely breathe, spasms shaking his entire body. He tried swallowing, but he choked on what tasted like blood. Then he coughed into his mouth and a stream of bloody cherry blossoms flew out. He stared at the beautiful petals adorned with crimson, horrified. He had the sickness. The one you got when you loved someone who didn't love you back.

Joseph Joestar poked his head in. "Hey, Kakyoin, are you okay? You sound like you're dying."

The redhead nodded, only to be overtaken by another series of coughs. "I-I'm okay, Mr. Joestar; no need to worry."

"Are you sure?"

He nodded again, unable to speak. Please leave, please leave, please leave.

"Okay, but I don't fully believe you. I'll go get you a glass of water." And with that, the British man disappeared.

Noriaki scrambled around the hotel room, searching for a towel or anything to cough into. His mouth tasted metallic and there was blood over the front of his gakuran. His body heaved with more coughs, then the door opened again.

"Kakyoin."

Oh, no.

The voice was gruff, but it sounded concerned. Noriaki could recognize it instantly. The last person he wanted to see him like this just had to show up.

"Gramps tells me you're coughin' up blood."

Oh, no, no, no.

"You okay?"

Please, no.

"I—" He opened his mouth to answer the ravenette, but ended up coughing instead.

Joseph came back with the water and kneeled next to the lavender-eyed boy, his face concerned. "Can you drink it?"

Noriaki put the glass up to his mouth and took a sip carefully. His cough subsided, if only for a moment or two. "Yes." His voice was hoarse. "Thank you."

The old man smiled. "Of course. Now try and sleep." He walked back to his room, leaving Noriaki and Jotaro.

"What the hell was that about?" asked the black-haired male.

Noriaki turned his back to him. Please go, Jojo. It hurt more than anything to think that. "Nothing." He gripped the glass in his hand so tightly Jotaro thought it might break. "You should probably go back to your room, too. We have more traveling to do in the morning."

"Yare yare. You're delusional if you think I'm leaving before I find out what's wrong with you."

"There's nothing wrong with me, Jojo." He coughed into the towel again and looked at the bloody blossoms, horror in his eyes. "Just go back to sleep."

"I'm not repeating myself. Look at me."

He didn't turn his head and instead began coughing again, almost throwing up.

Jotaro grabbed the other boy's chin and turned it toward him, his eyes widening slightly. Blood dribbled down his fingers, cherry blossom petals in the midst of it all. "Kakyoin, you— You have . . .?"