Kakyoin Noriaki has never felt this way.

Lying on his back in a plush mattress in the Speedwagon Foundation Private Hospital, (Thank God for that, he'd been getting sick of sleeping bags and creepy hotels) his mind couldn't help but wander to certain moments.

The sterilized, distinct smell of clinics was abundant in the room. It was the last day of his stay; he'd almost completely recovered from the seemingly fatal injury DIO had dealt him. Kakyoin's hand gingerly pressed against the side of his abdomen; that huge scar would probably never go away.

But he shrugged it off nevertheless. It would serve as a reminder of those 50 days. A reminder of how justice had triumphed over evil.

Ah, those 50 days. In those few months he found a sense of belongingness he otherwise hadn't in his 17 years of life. He'd fought alongside people similar to him, people who understood him, people he'd lay his life down for and people who laughed at his dumb, silly jokes...

An almost imperceptible sigh escapes the red-head's lips as he lays the phone down after contacting his worried parents. This was it. He'd be leaving tomorrow. Saying goodbye would be painful, but it eventually had to happen anyway.

But a certain thought lingered in his mind once more. In those 50 days another emotion, an intensely warm one had begun to grow inside him, one he couldn't yet identify.

Kakyoin sat up and swung his legs over the edge of the bed. He had to do something about this. The entire reason for his journey was to shed away his cowardly past, and sitting on his ass simply right now was against everything he stood for. He'd waited 50 days after all. This was now or never. Possibly the last day he'd see... you.

A firm knock on the door to the adjacent room. Once it was opened, he tilted his head and quirked his lips up in a curious smirk, a mischievously boyish glint shining in his lavender eyes as he held up a controller.

"Want to game with me?"