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Noriaki Kakyoin: Time After Time, Part 1

AU where Kakyoin doesn't die (bitches love that AU) and later continues working with a sort of company to discover other stand users. UK Hamon reader, able to see Stands. Probably not written in quite the right time period, also shitty names are shitty, middle names are taken from the fact that the wiki says he likes Sting, so I used The Police references. Translations are approximate. Ace Attorney references since I lack originality lmao

OVA Kakyoin is my favourite Kakyoin

The Rosewood panels skirting the room were perfect. That paper lamp he had bought at a festival in his youth, hanging gracefully from the ceiling, the dancing shadows from the roaring fire dangling beneath. Loud voices came from the television, but they were muffled in his ears, eager eyes glued to the screen for what was going to happen next. 'The Steel Samurai – Battle For Neo Olde Tokyo.'
Ah, of course. It was their absolute favourite after all. He had watched it with them that many times, snuggled up under a fluffy blanket on the couch. Each, and every time, despite knowing the ending off by heart, the parent in him would act shocked when the Evil Magistrate reigned free over Neo Olde Tokyo. The villagers would scream and cry, fearing for their lives and beloved town before the Steel Samurai, the hero of the show swooped in with his trusty Steel horse, attacking Magistrate in one single blow. Kinda reminded him of Green Hierophant, and Egypt.
Yes, the wooden cube-like living room was warm and inviting, like cherries atop a delectable bun. Of course, Kakyoin's mind always came back to cherries, but you had made such an effort with the house, his heart fluttered and screeched. He couldn't wait to see you. To see that cute smile of yours. No matter what a crap day he had, the way your mouth curved up and giggled lightened everything up instantly. He'd always said he wanted to fall in love with someone like that.

Looping his dark trench coat over the IKEA style clothes hook, he could just make out the head of one of your beautiful children skimming the top of the sofa. By removing his shoes, the cotton socks created just about a thick enough layer to scale the living room floor. Leaping with a shout, he dropped to the rug, screaming "BOO!" for his kid. A huge grin growing on his face, the Japanese national was overwhelmed with cuddles and affection from his cute little cherub. They resembled him more and more every day.
"DAD!" He clambered all over him, his expression full of wonder almost reducing him to tears. It had been so long. Running his hands over his hair, Kakyoin waves ran in the family, when they got long enough to show that was. Both children had your striking eyes and lips, but only the boy had your hair colour. Your daughter shared the strange crimson colour with Kakyoin. When happy, Noriaki's sly smirk shone right through on both their faces, mischief definitely inherited from their father. However, it broke his heart every single time one of them was upset, because the pair of them seemed to imitate the very same frown he had seen on your face. Their big eyes staring up at him with tears forming.
Whilst you were both reasonable with your children, the Crusader was far more likely to give in to them than you were. He had missed them so, so much. He was going to spoil them rotten. "I've missed you so much. You been good for Mom?"
"Mom's upstairs. She's 'cleaning'." A knowing snicker left his throat as he witnessed his son, Tamura Rox Kakyoin, gesture quotation marks. He was eight years old, his second born, and still a little rascal. He knew this, but the sweetness took him over every time.

You couldn't help being a borderline hoarder. Yes, you needed that limited-edition Coca-Cola glass from McDonalds, even though it had been smashed to pieces and crudely glued back together by none other than Joseph Joestar. You also needed that plectrum thrown at you by your favourite band member. Despite the fact that they were sold in stores for less than ¥150. (2018 exchange rate approximately £1GBP to ¥148.20JPY) The vintage Seditionaries t shirt, the forlorn cookie tins of currency long out of circulation and keys to houses that didn't even exist anymore. You felt a burning need to keep them all. Besides, he couldn't talk. Kakyoin's old tapes and records, the attic was littered with all of it. It had been bothering you for a hell of long time.