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Everything felt like a rush. Clothes coming off, whispered promises of love and affection, the wrongness of the situation that somehow made it feel oh so right. After so long, they were going to have this night together. It was before the wedding, but who cares. If God was angry at the two for having relations before a marriage, they would have a couple words about the vampires that God allowed to walk the streets of London.

And yet God was the furthest thing the two had on their minds, for Jonathan’s lips felt so heavenly, it made the other think that an angel was in their arms. (They promised each other not to kiss on the lips to save that for the marriage, but light kisses pressed against the neck or cheek were on the table.) So strong did Jonathan’s arms feel as the gentleman squeezed them together, almost scared they’d be pulled apart. They were having such a wonderful time together, but they’d have to be quick before–

"Jonathan, I…" Whatever words Erina was about to utter died as she saw her fiancé in bed with Speedwagon, a guilty blush covering both their faces. Nobody moved for a minute before Speedwagon decided he had to say something. Anything to get the blame off of Jonathan.

Speedwagon slid out from where Jonathan had him trapped on the bed, wincing as he tried to figure out how he’d explain that to her. "Ms. Erina, I can–"

"I’m sorry, Erina." Both blondes turned to Jonathan as he looked at the ground shamefully. There was something beautiful about the way his red cheeks and embarrassed self contrasted with his half naked body, but Speedwagon tried not to focus on that. 

"I have no good explanation for what you just walked in on, but understand that Robert did not force me into this position. It was of my own wishes as well." Jonathan raised his head up to look at the two loves of his life, eyes filled to the brim with tears.

"After my journey with Robert, I realized the feeling in my chest, the sensation of something tightening and pulling at my heart, impossible as that might be, was one I felt before." The blue haired man lifted his hand, laying it atop where his heart was. 

"When we were younger and I began courting you, Erina. I thought at first it was admiration that a simple man from the slums of London could be such a great asset to me and…" A shuddering breath, a pause, then, "And that man we encountered, Baron Zeppeli. Yet at the end of our travels, I had discovered that I was deluding myself into thinking my emotions towards Robert were platonic.

"And now you found us here, in this situation." A stray tear fell down Jonathan's face and Speedwagon was tempted to wipe it off and comfort the poor man. "Erina, I understand if you want to call off our wedding. I understand if you never wish to hear from me again. And I understand if you want to tell the town about what I am so I'm disgraced to live in a place like Ogre Street."

Beautiful blue eyes, lightened and misty from tears now falling down, met his own. "But please don't place blame on Speedwagon for actions that were made by my choice. He has already had a hard life, don't make it any harder if you can help it."

Of course , Speedwagon thought as the urge to laugh entered his mind. Of course Jonathan would be worrying about me in this situation. The man has a heart of gold, he does.

"Jonathan…" Both men turned to Erina, who was rightfully teary-eyed as well. "I understand that you care for Speedwagon, but one question remains in my mind. Why are you still with me? Are you simply playing me for a fool?"

In a simple stride, Jonathan came up to Erina and cupped her small face. Speedwagon had to admit, they made a beautiful couple together. "My dearest Erina, I love you as much as the stars light up the night sky. You have been a light in my darkest days as a child and losing you felt like a piece of my soul was torn apart from me. I am not playing you for a fool, I have silently yearned for you for years and I married you because I never wanted to part from you again. Once was enough. I won’t ever permit anyone or anything to separate us again."

Erina nuzzled into the man’s touch as she stared into Jonathan’s eyes, evidently searching for any lies he might’ve been telling. Satisfied with her search, a slight smile stretched onto her face.

"Of course a man like you has the heart to love two others," she whispers. It was like the pressure inside the room had dispersed, as the acceptance from Erina eased the minds of both men.

Jonathan smiled at her and placed a gentle but loving kiss on the woman’s forehead. He pulled her into a hug and they stayed like that for a while, softly sniffling as they pretended tears weren’t still falling from their faces. The silence was comfortable until Speedwagon shifted his weight and the floorboard underneath creaked. The engaged couple stared at him and he felt it was his turn to speak.

"Ms Erina, I’m sorry about this whole ordeal. I know it’s not what you wanted to see so close to your marriage. Jonathan may try to absolve me of all blame, but I was the one that convinced him of…" A quick clear of the throat came from a blushing Speedwagon. "Of having… relations before you two said your vows. I said it might’ve been the only time we’d have together and that led to now. I apologize for all the unneeded stress we’ve placed onto your shoulders. I hope you’re capable of forgiving me."

Erina shook her head with a slight grin. "Oh, I knew something was happening between the two of you, I just never expected to walk into a room and see my beloved kiss what’s supposed to be his newfound friend."

Jonathan pulled away then, confused. "What do you mean, "you knew"?"

"Oh, the looks that you would give to Speedwagon when you thought I wasn’t looking. A part of me was worried you’d leave me for him, but I’m glad to know that you simply have the heart to love the both of us."

Jonathan looked between the two in shock as Erina giggled. She was taking a small bit of pleasure from startling Jonathan so much and Speedwagon couldn’t help but smile. When her giggles quieted down, she turned back to Speedwagon.

"Though I must say, Mr Speedwagon, I don't think I’m capable of loving you along with Jonathan. You’re a stranger to me, despite all the times I’ve had you over for tea. I hope you understand my lack of emotions towards you."

Speedwagon smiled as he thought, And of course Jonathan would choose such a wonderful woman as her. What a beautiful couple I’ve managed to stumble across, even if they are blue bloods.  "Ms Erina, you don’t have to worry about that. I’m not fond of women, though I hope we’re able to become friends at the very least. Don’t want to tear our dear Jonathan apart from our resentment towards each other, now would we?"

Erina laughed, filling Speedwagon with hope that they would become friends. Even if he isn’t attracted to women, he admired how graceful Erina looked as she covered her mouth. Erina  eventually moved out of Jonathan’s grasp, blushing a deep red when she remembered the state the two men were in. "Now, both of you put your clothes on, please. I may be approving of our shared relationship with Jonathan and I’m willing to forget this event ever happened, but I still wish for us to…" A hand covered her mouth as she blushed more. It didn’t take much for Speedwagon to know what she was asking. 

He nodded as he hurriedly put his shirts on as Jonathan flushed a bright red from embarrassment before searching for his own clothes. The older of the two had his clothes on before the blue haired man. As Erina had already left the room, Speedwagon went to find her in the kitchen. Supper was apparently being made when Erina went up to search for Jonathan.

Speedwagon placed a hand on Erina’s shoulder. The woman turned her attention from the now boiling pot to the blond. It took a moment before he found his voice. "Ms Erina, you don’t understand how grateful I am that you’re allowing this to continue. You’re an amazing woman, a perfect match for Jonathan. Thank you for this, truly."

Erina flushed from the compliments, quickly turning her attention back to her cooking. "Thank you, Mr Speedwagon. Though we’ve only seen each other a few times, I’m glad to know there’s someone else in the world who cares for Jonathan like I do. You seem like a kind man, and I trust Jonathan’s judgement of you. How could Jonathan fall for someone if they weren’t a good soul?"

Speedwagon nodded at that, thinking back to the fight they had with Blueford. Even if Jonathan hadn’t fallen for the knight, he still bet his life on the chance that the zombie wouldn’t kill him. Such a naive man with such a caring soul… How couldn’t someone fall for Jonathan Joestar?

Erina’s voice broke him out of his thoughts. A good thing, because after the fight with Blueford was the fight with Tarkus and the de- "Now, if you’ll be with us tonight, you might as well help me make supper. I’m a little behind as it is. It’s unconventional for a man to help a woman in the kitchen, but I desperately need it at the moment."

Speedwagon smiled and nodded. "Ms Erina, we are an unconventional couple now. Some might even argue we’re a bit bizarre. In any case, I’ll help you with anything you may need. With all my experience in Ogre Street, I’ve done and seen practically everything. Don’t ever be afraid to ask for help from Robert E. O. Speedwagon!"

Erina laughed at his exclamation, which was joined by Jonathan’s voice as he asked what was going on. The gentle atmosphere that had spawned from such an unusual situation earlier felt strangely natural as they all helped Erina make supper. As Jonathan and Erina were stuck in their own conversation, Speedwagon couldn’t help but admire the scene they made. The small amounts of flour on all their faces, Erina’s hands rushing to stir the pot in front of her, Jonathan’s soft gaze as he looked at his soon-to-be wife.

Ogre Street was where the older man grew up, but he never really felt right there. But here in the warm and calming kitchen with the man he loved and a woman who he’d give his life for, Speedwagon felt like he finally had a proper home.

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The days after that fateful event were hectic, but not because of the new addition to the relationship. The wedding was soon, and with the strange nature of the wedding (the bride’s family would have to pay a portion of the wedding instead of the husband’s family fully paying it), tensions were high with the Pendleton family. How could the son of the wealthy Joestar family be living in a horribly overcrowded apartment building? Where had the fortune of the Joestars gone? And how could Jonathan provide a good future if he had only scrap to provide for their wonderful Erina?

There were so many nosy people in the family, constantly interrogating the couple and seeing if Jonathan was good enough. Speedwagon felt his head start to hurt from having to keep his mouth shut and not run those pompous blue bloods into the ground.

After yet another day of being Erina’s chaperone around the city (Jonathan was too busy dealing with his side of the marriage to be her chaperone), Speedwagon collapsed onto the couch they had in their living room. He had to hear Erina’s mother complain about every dress Erina looked at when they all looked beautiful on the bride-to-be. Even Speedwagon felt his breath leave him when Erina walked out with a dress that puffed out around her. He wasn’t allowed to make any input, he was merely there to ensure nothing happened to Erina.

“I suspect the family of my dear has drained you of any strength, Robert?” Jonathan asked as he walked into the apartment. He unfortunately looked exhausted too, but was trying to hide it behind a gentle smile. Speedwagon wanted so desperately to kiss that smile and make it genuine, but he had to follow the rule Erina placed: Nothing that is considered affectionate would be done between the two men before she and Jonathan were married.

“Oh, you don’t know the half of it, Jonathan. I’d rather be in a fight on Ogre Street. You don’t know how many times I’ve had to hold myself back from saying things to Erina’s mum. I don’t like harming a lady, but she needs to learn some manners!”

“Temper now, Robert. I don’t think it’s a good idea to harm the family of my wife” Jonathan patted the others hair, a mystical look on his face at the mention of Erina. 

“I won’t harm them, I promise! Now, if someone else I know happens to hurt one of the Pendletons…”

“Speedwagon-”

“I’m only pulling your leg, Jonathan. Honest! I wouldn't dare harm Ms Erina’s family. I know how much their validation means to you, I would never do anything to hurt your relationship with them.”

There was a silent moment between the two men, with the Joestar staring off in the distance as he continued to pet the other’s hair. Suddenly, Jonathan stared down at him. It was still quiet for a moment while Jonathan looked him over. It felt strangely comforting to be under the man’s analytic gaze. During that carriage ride to Windknight’s Lot, Jonathan had mentioned going to a university and writing an academically acclaimed thesis in the field of archeology. 

Staring into those eyes almost the color of a robin egg made him think of the forest they walked through to reach Windknight’s Lot. How quiet the animals were then. After saving the town, what would the town look like? Would it look as beautiful as Jonathan’s eyes, with as much warmth as a summer’s day? Or would the horrors of that night haunt them forever and taint the way that forest was viewed?

Eventually, Jonathan smiled before walking away. Speedwagon heard the man say he’d draw a bath before bed, but he was too distracted by his racing heart to properly listen. What was that? Why did Jonathan look at him like that? And why was he asking why Jonathan was looking at him like that when he’s been praying for a moment like that to happen?

That strange event quickly escaped Speedwagon’s mind as the wedding came up, and oh what a beautiful ordeal it was. Speedwagon was made Jonathan’s best man (with a striking new suit!) and had to wait with Jonathan for Erina’s entrance. All of her family and friends were there as witnesses. The only people that came for Jonathan were Poco, his sister, and his two buddies from Ogre Street. It was somewhat uncomfortable for Jonathan to explain he had no friends or living family to join them for this marriage besides Speedwagon. Every interaction where he’d have to mention the death of his father was wearing down on him. On his own wedding day, no less!

Yet even with everyone seeming to tear him down, the sight of Erina in a beautiful wedding dress with a pink bow hanging down from her waist made both men tear up. Jonathan for finally, finally, being able to have a happy ending after so long under Dio’s manipulation. Speedwagon for the sheer fact that a gentleman who risked everything to save the world was marrying a woman that was as perfectly dedicated to helping others as Jonathan was. Jonathan stuttered his way through his vows, only because he was constantly on the edge of crying. Erina was crying as they sealed their promise to each other with a kiss.

Which brought him to this current moment. The Pendleton’s decided it was a good idea to have a “small” gathering at their manor. “Small” only meaning a hundred people or so, because obviously the wealthy had infinitely different definitions to words than the poor.

Even if this party was full of stuffy blue bloods drinking their fancy wine, Speedwagon attempted to at least look like he tolerated this. But the constant looks of disdain thrown his way and the snide remarks to his past life on Ogre Street were making him itch for a fight. He didn’t care if it’d make him look bad, but the only reason he held back was for Jonathan’s reputation, as tattered as it was. 

Right now, Speedwagon was out on the Pendletons’ balcony. His lackeys had already left the party, as well as Poco and his sister. He had no one else to talk to since Jonathan was trying to suck up to the in-laws. Erina was following her husband with her arm looped with his, looking so lovely in her white ball gown littered with golden and blue stars. 

(Apparently, she wasn’t supposed to alter the dress in any way, if the screeching of that woman that calls herself Erina’s mother was to be believed. Speedwagon had pulled the new bride away from the crowd earlier in the night to ask about the dress. Erina had a bright smile as she explained it was a wedding gift for all three of them. She had gotten the stars to match her and Jonathan’s hair color, but on closer inspection, there were two sets of gold, not one. Made to match as closely as possible to Speedwagon’s hair. The stitching of the blue stars was also done with brown thread, matching the color of his eyes.

“So that’s why Jonathan looked into my eyes so much that day. He was aiding you in this plan of yours.” It was so hard not to scream out that information, as he typically does in many situations. But he kept his voice relatively quiet and was rewarded with a rare and mischievous smile on Erina’s face. They both shared a laugh before Erina was called over to talk to a relative of hers.)

So now he was staring out at the night sky, pondering what the future may hold for the couple. He heard they were traveling to the United States, despite the protests from Erina’s parents. Really, it was the couple’s desire to go to the developing country, why should they listen to anyone that has already lived their life? Even thinking about all the foolish arguments those old geezers made against Erina and Jonathan moving made him want to smash something.

“Speedwagon, what are you doing?” He turned around and saw Jonathan looking at him with a loving gaze and a gentle smile “You’ll catch a cold if you stay outside for any long.”

“You see the company that the Pendleton family brought here, why would I associate myself with any of them?” He thought he spoke quietly enough for Jonathan not to hear, but the blue-haired man laughed and walked over to him. They both leaned their weight on the balcony railing, easing up on the pressure as they heard the poor wood creaking. 

“Speedwagon,” Jonathan starts, his voice quiet and gentle. He’s staring up at the star-lit sky, smiling. “I’m sorry we can’t take you with us to America, but know that we’ll send for you soon. On another ship so nobody will be suspicious of you joining us. It may take time, but we will see each other again soon. I promise you that.”

Cyan eyes met brown, and in a comfortable silence, so much was said. I’ll see you again, this won’t be the end of us. I love you too much to leave you for so long.

With visible effort, Jonathan turned away and looked up at the stars once more. “After I and Erina leave for America, look up at the stars, will you? We’ll be looking at the same sky, no matter where on Earth we are. So I'll never be that far from you.” The second time that Jonathan turned to him would be ingrained into his memory. Slow movements, like a jockey taming a scared horse, yet nothing in Jonathan’s expression told him to be scared. His eyes as bright as the stars themselves and that smile as sweet as honey. “Besides, it’s a part of my name. The stars are a part of me and my body, as they now are a part of you.”

Speedwagon was utterly breathless at the sight before him. Oh, if only he were rich enough to buy a camera, he’d love to take a picture of this man right now. “I’ll be staring at the stars tonight, Jonathan. Any time apart from you is too much for me, even if you’re simply staying at your wife’s house for the remainder of your days here.”

Jonathan laughed, even knowing that sentence was genuine. The next 5 days were a rush of packing, goodbyes, and tears. But before Jonathan left for his new life overseas, Speedwagon was finally able to give the man the kiss he’d dream of, ever since that fight they had in Ogre Street.

Days passed as he awaited news from the happy couple. When they would arrive in New York, the struggle of understanding American terminology, having to navigate through a bustling city. He hoped their struggles in finding a new place to live weren’t as difficult as his efforts finding a respectable job that accepted his reputation as a man from Ogre Street. After committing himself to Jonathan, he vowed he’d change his ways of robbery and start a better life.

Still living in the apartment Jonathan had bought earlier, he walked outside to walk around town and look for places that might let him work. Though he made sure to check the mailbox, which had a letter from the Joestars! Only Erina’s name was on it, but maybe Jonathan was too busy working. 

As he hurriedly opened the letter, he scanned its contents. Even if he lived in the slums of London, he was able to read just like any rich folk that he robbed from! But he wished he had never learned that skill, as he stared at the paper. That dreaded paper.

As tears fell down his face, he collapsed to the ground and screamed.

Mr Speedwagon,

I know you don't read the newspaper because it is filled with nonsense about the rich folk and other things that might not pique your interest. Regardless, it might be best if you heard this news from me.

Jonathan Joestar is dead. Our beloved died on the boat headed to America. I do not wish to speak any more about what happened. I am too shaken by what I saw to write it out. Forgive me for not being able to save him.

Erina Jo Pendleton

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Nothing felt real during those days after he received that letter. Everything felt dull, as if the whole of London had become bleaker than its usual grey palette. He didn't feel any urge to eat, sleep, or even exist. Every day he would force himself to go to job offerings and try his luck at securing a work assignment (because nobody could live for free), and every night he'd come back and reread Erina's letter. It was almost like clockwork: he'd read the simple letter, stare out into the darkness only cut through by the hazy light of a nearby gas lamp, and he'd lazily bring his attention back to the letter to start that process over. Even if not much time had passed, he had spent so much time on that letter (that damn, accursed letter), he could recite it by memory. Though whether he would break down reading aloud the part where Erina said Jonathan died or the attempted crossing out of the last name “Joestar”, a last name only properly used by Erina for five days, was to be determined.

The neighbors had stared at him strangely after his breakdown in front of the post box. He heard whispers between some of them, calling him a “strange one” and condemning the owner of the apartments for “letting obviously ill people” live in the same building as them. He didn’t care, though. Even if he didn’t have the money for next month’s payment, he’d rather go back to Ogre Street. Away from all the pompous blue bloods that acted like nothing was wrong when his world had ended. Blue blood… blue… just like Jona-

Currently on the bed, Speedwagon rolled over onto his side and hid his hands underneath his armpits. If let loose, he knew those hands would start picking at the wounds from the journey to defeat Dio. Either that or his thumbs would scratch the skin of his pointer fingers until he hit bone. Both options would spill his blood onto the pale white sheets of the bed. They were unfortunate nervous habits Speedwagon had picked up during his time living in the slums. 

It began with a childhood curiosity of why scabs were made over a cut, what the purpose was, and why they itched so much. After peeling off a scab for the first time and seeing red droplets form on his elbow, there was the initial relief of the itchiness, but there was also a sense of understanding along with the pain. If he did this, gave himself pain, it could be something, just one little thing, he could control in that hellish Ogre Street. Whenever he was stuck in a dangerous situation, he would give himself a small swipe of pain in any sense to get his mind back in the game. It eventually turned against him, as now every instance that his brain determined was a “dangerous situation” (or one that warranted a surge of adrenaline) caused him to impulsively hurt himself until he was calm. Every fiber of his being wanted to go through with letting red flow onto the floor now, but no amount of pain would take his mind off the circumstances surrounding Jonathan’s death. He needed answers as to why and how Jonathan died, and ending his own life probably won’t give him those answers.

As his body shook with effort not to self harm, he forced himself to think of something that would soothe his screaming nerves. Unfortunately, that meant his mind resorted to the only thing that could calm him: Jonathan Joestar. He would’ve laughed at the fact his brain was now replacing physical pain with psychological pain to handle this stressful moment if his first instinct at thinking of his deceased lover wasn’t to sob loudly. Still, he accepted the images his brain was providing him. He’d never get to see the gentle giant again except in his memories. Maybe he can delude himself into an imaginary scenario to pass the time until the sun rose.

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His thoughts drifted from only Jonathan to the moment his dreams came true. It happened the night Dio died, by accident no less. He could remember the scene easily. After much effort (and after all the zombies were killed), he and Straizo were able to carry the poor gentleman out of the castle. After all the fighting and death that surrounded Jonathan, he wasn’t surprised that the man was out cold. He, Poco, and the boy’s sister were ordered to stay by Jonathan’s body as Straizo and Tonpetty went back into the castle to ensure there was no more of Dio’s spawn lurking in the shadows.

He was sat down against a tree, lending Jonathan his thigh as a pillow so the lad wouldn’t have to lay his head on the cold, damp grass. Sometime between the fight and walking outside, there had been a light showering of rain. Dew was staining both men’s clothes and Speedwagon knew he’d have grass stains soon. The siblings were worrying over each other… More like Poco’s sister was worrying while Poco himself was excitedly retelling everything he had recently been a part of. Speedwagon wasn’t able to catch the poor lady’s name, since Poco only called her “sister”. He thought about asking her later, once Jonathan woke up. Right now, it was time for the two siblings to rejoice in the fact they were both alive.

There was a light breeze as the sun began to rise over the silent Windknight’s Lot. It almost felt like an eternity since he saw the sun setting over the graveyard of this town. An eternity since the death of Baron Zeppeli. His hand had drifted up to the hat currently resting on his head. He felt bad for stealing from the dead, but he couldn’t burn it. It was like the baron was still aiding them in their journey, even if it’s from the great beyond. Still guiding the poor blue blood into defeating the monster that was called his brother.

While he was distracted by the thought of the baron’s death, he almost didn’t feel the world’s savior stir from his momentary slumber. He definitely heard the groan of pain from Jonathan as the other slowly moved to get up. Not surprising either, given the physical exertion the man put his body through. Even acting as a sidekick, Speedwagon felt his bones crying out for a simple rest. The night had been a taxing one, that’s for sure.

Jonathan had sat up and gripped his head as he let out a small grunt of pain. Speedwagon moved forward to offer a supporting hand against Jonathan’s back. An appreciative look was given to the blonde as Jonathan moved to also lean back against the tree. His breathing was strained with effort, but he seemed alright for the most part.

“Is it over?” were Jonathan’s first raspy words after waking up. Speedwagon nodded slowly, knowing that whatever he answered with, Jonathan would be hurting. If it wasn’t over, Jonathan would be forced to risk his life again. If it was, Jonathan would’ve lost another family member that he should have hated (had every right to) but miraculously didn’t. The young man sighed as he took Speedwagon’s answer as truth, then silence fell between the two.

It wasn’t long before Straizo and Tonpetty came out of the castle, signalling that it was safe. Poco and his sister left to talk to the two Hamon masters and their chatter was barely audible from the distance between both parties. It took a while before Jonathan turned his head towards his companion and spoke.

“I’m thankful to have had you by my side, Speedwagon. Though you haven’t learned the practice of Hamon training, you were a great ally in this fight against Dio. I could not have done this without you.”

“Are ya even hearing yourself, Jonathan?” was the immediate response Speedwagon gave. “I didn’t do anything! Most I did was warm the baron’s arm when Dio froze it. You were the one to save the world today, I was just here to witness it.”

There was a gentle smile on the younger man’s face, even as his eyes were sad and disapproving of Speedwagon’s words. “You were the one that led me to the man that was aiding Dio’s effort of poisoning my father. You were the one to clear my head when Dio attempted to blind me again with his brotherly act. You have always been there to support me through this bizarre and deadly adventure to the place my brother was hiding. You, Speedwagon, may not think as such, but you were a great help to me.” 

Speedwagon had already fallen hard for the other, and with the sincerity in Jonathan’s voice, as well as the soft hand (only roughened slightly by the sword he weld hours ago) resting on his thigh, he couldn’t help the blush that grew on his face. He didn’t even know he could blush when he wasn’t walking around during winter. It felt foolish to do so, yet he didn’t know how to stop the burning sensation on his cheeks. He quickly turned his head to look at the group still conversing amongst themselves. Despite having seen Dire die in front of them, Tonpetty and Straizo were taking it well. Then again, they’ve been learning Hamon for longer than Jonathan. That probably means they’ve had to fight in more battles and have seen more death, making them accustomed to the loss of one of their own.

“Speedwagon… This is a selfish ask of you, and you have no obligation to accept this. However, I would like to ask you… if you’d like to stay with me for the time being?” 

After a confused eyebrow raise given by the blonde, Jonathan continued. “You already know that I have no home of my own. The only place that I’ve stayed at was the hospital as I recovered from the first fight I had with Dio. As soon as I was healed enough, I went on this journey with you and Baron Zeppeli. If it does not bother you to live with a “blue blood’, am I allowed to ask you to stay with me in a simple apartment as I build my life back up?”

Speedwagon was silent for a few minutes, reeling from the fact that he’d be living with Jonathan and that Jonathan was the one asking instead of him begging to stay with Jonathan. His cheeks felt warmer still as he struggled to speak. “Wh-Why do you want me to stay with you? I’m sure with you and your father’s reputation, you’ll be able to find a nice place to rest for a while, even if the only way you can pay is through manual labor.”

“No, that's not what I meant.” Jonathan sighed as he took a moment to properly think about what to say. “Sure, I still have some of the wealth my father had stored in the bank, but money is not the reason why I want a roommate.”

There was an immediate disgust that Speedwagon had for Jonathan that he quickly hid away. He was so used to the rich folk flaunting their wealth in his face that it was simply instinct. He knew that wasn't the reason for Jonathan mentioning that he has money (it was simply to tell the facts about this odd situation), so he tried schooling his emotions as Jonathan spoke.

“I want you as a roommate because… well, I'd like the company. I am, in a sense, used to living alone. Dio had turned everyone except the servants against me, but even before that I had few to speak and play with. I am the only child my father had. Being alone isn't unfamiliar, but loneliness is something I'm terrified of, even with all the years I've had to endure it because of my brother. I… really don't want to endure it any longer.

“And you are one of the only people that knows all of this situation. Though we may not talk about these events in the future, it would be a comfort to have someone that understands everything. That understands me.”

Jonathan's voice had trailed off near the end, but he quickly looked up and smiled hesitantly. “Of course, you don't have to agree. It's selfish of me to drag you all across Britain for my own personal mission. If you wish to go back to your family in Ogre Street, I'll happily drop you off with as much gold as could be discreetly hidden. Don't-”

Everything had faded out as Jonathan began rambling his excuses. He really should’ve been listening to the man, but he couldn’t focus. There was something hiding underneath the request to live together, and as a man that grew up in the slums of London, he grew used to knowing when someone was lying. Like he could smell the evil off of Dio, he could smell the apprehension of being discovered off Jonathan.

But what could the poor man be hiding? He stared into Jonathan’s eyes, seeing the genuine openness that he couldn’t help but love. How open Jonathan was… it was almost unheard of. He wore his heart on his sleeve, the wonderful giant. So he didn’t know why he didn’t expect to see admiration swimming in the beautiful depth of those sapphire eyes, along with another emotion. One he had only seen in the other’s eyes when he spoke of Erina.

He couldn’t hide the surprise in his voice, but he somehow managed to keep from shouting. Letting loose a secret like this could spell doom for the lad. “Jonathan, do you fancy me?”

Whatever Jonathan was saying died in his throat as he began coughing, unfortunately choking on his own saliva. Speedwagon reached over to pat the man on the back before the blue-haired man swiftly got up. The blonde followed his lead and he wondered how Jonathan had managed to regain such strength after passing out moments before.

“Speedwagon… Robert, I assure you that I-” Yet the man cut himself off as he struggled once more. The thug watched the internal conflict going on inside the gentleman’s mind through his facial expressions. It was a wonderful show to watch (mainly because Jonathan was his favorite things to see in action) but he had to put a stop to the nobleman’s war before something horrible happened to their relationship.

“Jona- JoJo, look at me.” Hesitantly, Jonathan looked up. “I’m not trying to insult you or threaten your life with what I asked. I’m merely relieved, that’s all.”

Fear was washed away with confusion, but before the other could say his piece, Speedwagon interrupted. “Why do you think I followed ya home on that night you visited Ogre Street? It wasn’t just so I could put that rotten brother’a yours in jail. Well, to tell you the truth, I found you right interesting. Some sort of enigma I had to figure out. There was more to the story you weren’t letting on and I simply had to quell my curiosity. So off I went after your carriage.

“But that night your mansion burned down, I found myself caring for you not as a stranger, but as something closer. You risked your life to save me, a commoner that was only aiding in Dio’s arrest. Bloody hell, I damn near killed you when we first met and you still went over to hide me behind some curtains. Your grip on me, your face full of worry when you saw my wounds, you actually cared about my wellbeing. Call me a simple man, but I’d never been shown such goodness in a man until that moment. And that simple moment of us hiding, and you wanting to protect me, made me realize that my feelings of curiosity weren’t just that. There was admiration, wonder, and affection behind everything.

“You were also naive to Dio’s tricks, sure, but that only goes to show how kind-hearted you are. Someone who, even in the face of a man who killed your mentor and father, didn’t feel right ending his reign of terror. You’re an angel JoJo, a man with a genuine heart of gold and diamonds. I thank whatever god decided to drop you down and grace this planet with your presence and for allowing me the privilege of knowing ya. And now I ask this: How could anyone not be capable of falling for an angel?”

The sounds of birds chirping was the only noise besides the group of four still talking. A gentle breeze swayed the hairs of everyone, causing Jonathan’s bangs to brush in front of his eyes. That was most likely what got him out of his trance. A blink later and streams of water rolled down the chiseled cheeks of the 20-year old. It took a moment before Speedwagon realized it was tears.

“Robert… I didn’t think-” Another blink and Jonathan turned away. A gentle hand from the blonde moved his face and they were back to staring at each other. There was a reassuring smile on Speedwagon’s face (mainly from finally hearing Jonathan say his first name), the nobleman continued. “I didn’t expect you to be so honest with me. I honestly expected to hide these feelings for you until we parted ways. I had a suspicion we were similar, but I was too fearful of asking you directly.”

“What gave it away: the flamboyancy with which I fought you or the dogged nature of my following you?”

That got a laugh from Jonathan. A real, genuine laugh, something he hadn't heard from the nobleman since they've known each other. It was a wonderful sound to hear after tonight's events, so light despite the dark cloud that hung from the Joestar's shoulders. Even the birds had fallen silent to listen to such a beautiful noise. Speedwagon could feel his heart racing and he knew that no matter what, he'd follow this man to the ends of the earth. To hear him laugh, to cheer him up when he's down, to do whatever the other asks. There was only one small issue that needed to be addressed.

He waited until Jonathan stopped laughing to say what was on his mind. “What of your lady friend, Erina? I don't wish to tear apart such a handsome couple as you two.”

The young lad looked shocked as he remembered his childhood love. It seemed neither of them thought of her while confessing. Jonathan's face fell as he pondered his answer for a bit. “I'll tell her eventually. I don't wish to lose her anymore than I wish to lose you. I don't know if that's possible, to love two people equally and wholly, but then again we have faced too many oddities recently that it seems possible.”

Now it was Speedwagon's turn to laugh. He patted Jonathan's shoulder as he said loudly, “Right you are, JoJo!”

It seemed their conversation ending was timed perfectly as the other group was approaching them, Poco leading everyone as he spoke more about how “magical” Jonathan and Baron Zeppeli were while escaping Tarkus.

When they got close enough, Poco decided he was tired of talking and chose to run towards the two men. Jonathan had turned as soon as he heard the boy's screaming laughter and an instant before Poco barrelled through him, the nobleman pick up the boy and spun him around. 

Once they stopped moving, Poco grabbed onto Jonathan's forearms with an enthusiasm and desperation only an eager child could have. “Do you think you can teach me all those tricks you did back there, Mr Jonathan? Mr Straizo and Mr Tonpetty don't wanna show me that Hamon thingy you use! Please, I wanna be a magician like you three and Mr Zeppeli! I wanna get strong enough to save my sister if those nasty zombies come back!”

Jonathan glanced at the two Hamon masters before turning his attention back to Poco. “I'm not sure I'm ready for more Hamon related activities, Poco. I'm not as skilled as Mr Straizo either. I wouldn't be a good teacher for you, I apologize for not helping you achieve your goal.”

Poco's face fell to the ground at the news. Before the younger man could apologize for his actions, Speedwagon went up and scooped Poco out of the other's arms. “Well lad, you don't have to be a Hamon master to be strong. I can tell you loads of stories about living on Ogre Street and two about Jonathan before he learned Hamon. How's that sound?”

Poco was smiling when he heard that and asked “Really? You’ll do that for me?” 

Speedwagon would have begun speaking again in his memory if it weren’t for the sound of a floorboard creaking in the apartment. Startled, the real Speedwagon got up from his bed noisily and grabbed a knife he had stored in the bedside table. (Jonathan worried about the practicality of having a knife in that drawer, but Speedwagon was adamant that there should be one kept. “You never know who’s foolish enough to break into our apartment, Jonathan.”)

“Before you attack,” came a strangely familiar voice, “understand that I only wish to speak to you for a few minutes. Afterwards, you are allowed to force me out.”

It might've been a stupid decision (who knew if zombies or vampires or some other supernatural being could mimic voices) but he kept the knife down by his side. He was as silent as possible as he walked towards the door, though. He wasn't one to blindly trust.

When he opened the door, he wasn't surprised to find– “Straizo? What are you doing here?” The Hamon user was dressed like before, though there was the unusual absence of his master. 

“Like I said, I'm here to speak to you. I assume that you know the ship Jonathan was on sunk, and I also assume he is no longer with us, given the state you have left this place in.”

A lot of emotions were running through Speedwagon's mind but he tried to forget about what Strazio said just now. He didn't need someone else saying Jonathan was gone. He didn't want that fact solidified into his soul just yet. “What're you wanting to do with me then?”

“I am here to offer you a trip to America. None of the other ships traveling to and from the new country have set sail, as there have been concerns over an entire ship sinking with no explanation. No investigation has been put into place since it would be impossible to find the wreckage so far out at sea, but every major ship is currently going through another round of safety measures and security checks. Smaller ships are allowed to sail freely, however. As someone who knows how to navigate the seas, I wish to be your captain and get you to Mrs Joestar as quickly as possible.”

It was certainly a lot to take in. He hadn't even thought of going to see Erina, but how couldn't he see her? She's all alone in an unfamiliar place, grieving the loss of her husband. Who knew what's currently going through her mind every time she had to remember Jonathan wasn't there. Oh, he hadn't even entertained the possibility that she was currently being hounded by reporters begging for information to write in their newspapers. That poor girl. I've been wallowing in my own despair and I haven't even thought about who else was taking his death hard. What a sad excuse for a friend I am.

“When will we set sail?” His voice is quiet, as if speaking above a whisper would alert all of his neighbors to what he was doing.

“Soon, I will come for you when it is time. Master Tonpetty and I are scowring the whole of London to ensure none of Dio's spawn have survived.” Straizo paused for a moment before also mentioning, “There will be a service at the cathedral Mr and Mrs Joestar married at for all the lost souls that perished on that ship. I may be there, but I strongly suggest you go. You were very close to Jonathan, it may help you grieve for your loss.”

There was something about the way he said that which made Speedwagon nervous. Could it be possible that Straizo knows? His worried expression caught the attention of the Hamon user and the other man smiled gently. “I have been training with Hamon for a few years now. There are many men that I've had to share rooms with and there will be many more that I share a room with in the future. Even if there are women who use Hamon, it's not uncommon for those training under Master Tonpetty to taste the fruits of another tree.”

Ah. That… surprisingly made sense. I suppose the rules for who gets to love whom change depending on the country or region. If Jonathan decided to keep training with Master Tonpetty, could we have been happy? Would he still be alive?

Straizo let out a soft chuckle, startling Speedwagon. “We can pass the time sharing stories when it is time to sail. For now, I must go and continue my search. Farewell, Mr Speedwagon. I will see you soon.”

It almost seemed like the man disappeared before his very eyes, because all he did was blink and Straizo was gone. He wasn’t able to sleep after that encounter. His mind kept thinking of what-ifs and worrying about how Erina was fairing. He should probably check the post box soon, she might’ve written another letter that he was unaware of.

When the sun rose, he went down to the main streets to attend the service when he realized… he didn’t know what day it would be held. And if he were to be leaving soon, he might have to go through paperwork to say he was officially leaving the apartment. Blast it all, why must living be so hard. A part of me wishes I was still living on Ogre Street. At least everything was simple since nobody wanted to deal with us.

He let out a sigh as he went to the landlady’s apartment. He didn’t know what he was supposed to do, Jonathan had handled everything since he was more respected in town than a mere thug from Ogre Street. He politely knocked on the door, hoping to get some sort of guidance from the woman that rented out the building.

He wasn’t expecting to see a woman with a mourning veil over her face. His heart squeezed in sympathy and he was again reminded of what Erina was possibly going through. The landlady stepped aside to let him pass and they spoke over a cup of tea. (Well, he drank the tea, she didn’t even touch her cup.) It was relatively simple to end his lease, he discovered. Then again, it might’ve been because the landlady was suffering. He learned that Amelia, the landlady, had gone into the business with her husband, Thomas Porter. They were young and inexperienced, but they made it work. He had died years ago of scarlet fever, leaving the apartments to his pregnant wife. She struggled to keep everything afloat after his death, but was teaching her son, Henry, everything so he could continue on the family work. Unfortunately, Henry decided that wasn’t what he wanted to do right now. Amelia supported his decision to explore some more of their world before he was tied to the business

Henry was on the same ship as Jonathan and Erina. There had been no word from him in America and it was unlikely anyone actually survived. “He was my only son,” Amelia whispered, her voice shaky, “all I had left of Thomas. The rest of my family is either too far away or have died. Now I’m truly alone in the world.”

Speedwagon quietly sipped his tea, acting as if he couldn’t hear the widow’s sniffling. When Amelia was composed enough, she asked why he needed to leave so soon. He felt horrible for rubbing it in that someone he knew on that dreaded ship was alive in America. A few seconds passed before Amelia whispered, “I’m glad to hear that you’ve gotten word from this Erina. I do not know your relationship with her, but treasure her for as long as you live. You never know when your last moment together will be.”

They talked some more, even if there was a tightness in Speedwagon’s throat from his memories with Jonathan and Erina. They resolved everything and Amelia told him of the service date: Saturday. There would be mass the entire week after for those that perished in the ship sinking. Those that were named had a special mass to recognize them and were prioritized, but all those that were left unnamed were grouped up for a mass at the end of the day. It would be a week of mourning, filled with other women in veils and soiled handkerchiefs.

Saturday came soon enough with how unfocused he was. He dressed in his best as he waited for Amelia to join him. They came to an unusual compromise during that one day to accompany one another to the service, then to each other’s respective deceased mass. She made it clear that any unwanted advancements towards her would result in injury, but he promised he was only making sure she wouldn’t hurt herself on the way to the church. He admitted that her soft demeaner reminded him of Erina and would be a comfort to have at the church. Amelia relented then, admitting that going alone felt like too much.

They were walking together now, exchanging small tales of their life. He admitted that he previously lived on Ogre Street and Amelia responded with, “I knew that scar on your face wasn’t from a simple accident. Mr Joestar said you had injured yourself while riding a horse, but I knew he was covering up your secret.”

Surprised, Speedwagon turned to her and asked, “So you aren’t scared of me after hearing I’m from the slums of London?”

Amelia shook her head and even if he couldn’t see her face, he could hear in her voice a smile. “Mr Speedwagon, you’ve shown me kindness while I am in pain. Not many would be willing to do this for a mourning lady, but you escorting me to the service shows me that you are not as terrifying as everyone makes out thugs to be.”

“Blimey, and I thought I would strike the hearts of everyone who sees me with terror! Must work on my image soon.”

It was a small sound, but he swore he heard Amelia giggle. At least he could cheer up the widow slightly during these dark times.

The service was wonderful, even if the church was cramped beyond capacity. All it really consisted of was a discussion of the known events (the ship sunk and people died) and praying that God would guide everyone who died to heaven where they could rest in peace. Some verses of the Bible were recited, Hail Mary’s were also recited, and at the end, mourners were allowed to discuss their lost ones with others close by. He learned from Amelia after they left the church that it was more of a gathering so others could connect. “Nobody should be alone during this time.”

As he walked out of the church, he and Amelia were given a paper that listed all the masses that would be held for the dead. He was surprised to read Jonathan’s name on the paper. He supposed Erina would’ve told her parents about what happened to Jonathan and they handled everything with the church. He felt guilty for not having done anything, but Amelia’s soft voice lulled him back to the present and the fact he needed to take her home.

The walk was mostly quiet until he heard Amelia speak. “Thank you again, Mr Speedwagon. I don’t know if I would have been alright had I come here alone.”

“It’s no trouble at all, ma’am. I just want to make sure you’re safe.”

He heard Amelia sigh, her shoulder’s slumping. “It hurts my heart to say this, but you remind me of my son. If only he were here, I suspect you two would have been fast friends.

The silence was damn near painful as Speedwagon walked the widow to her home. Somehow, he felt even more numb after the service. All he could do was mentally prepare himself for the mass tomorrow. He couldn’t cry too much, he couldn’t show he cared too much. He had to remain stoic, even if it pained him to do so.

Jonathan watched as Robert walked off with the siblings. Poco was eagerly listening to whatever fight Robert was rambling on about as Arabella, Poco’s sister, walked alongside them. Straizo was trailing a distance behind, seeming amused at the antics of the two. It was only him and Master Tonpetty left, who had signalled him to stay behind a moment prior. Jonathan felt privileged to be in the presence of Baron Zeppeli’s teacher, even more so that he wished for a private conversation. 

“I want you to understand, Mr Joestar, that I only do this for my most skilled students. However, given the circumstances that we have been through, as well as the skill you showed when defeating Dio, I believe you deserve this opportunity. I can read your future and your destiny, if that is what you choose.”

Jonathan didn't say anything for a moment. It seemed impossible that such a thing could even exist, but he did fight his vampiric brother hours earlier, so anything was in the realm of possibility. But would knowing the future somehow make it true? Humans are capable of all kinds of decisions. How could it be certain that the future Master Tonpetty predicts will be the right one?

Curiosity is a devious creature that not even Jonathan could resist its temptations. “What destiny are you talking of and will that mean it will be unavoidable?”

Master Tonpetty gives him a smile, as if pleased by his questioning manner instead of insulted for not accepting immediately. “Destiny is a certain prospect of unknown decisions. It is not fact, but can be if you follow through with it. However, nobody can be certain if destiny will curse their life or if it will only brush them in close encounters.” 

“But why my future?”

“You have an interesting life, Mr Joestar. One that was influenced by ill-informed decisions and unbelievable coincidences. Intrigue supports my decision, but the urge to guide a lost soul also convinces me this is the right thing to do. However, I suggest you consider my offer carefully. It may show a simple life, it may show a far-too-close death. I have had weaker people go mad from the knowledge of their future. So, I ask you to consider this question carefully now: Do you want to know what fate has hidden away for you?”

Silence. Speedwagon and the rest were too far away to hear their chatter. Oh, how he’d love to have Speedwagon here for some help deciding what to do. He hated having to chose between things. It always seemed like he’d choose the worse option and get punished for it. What should he do? What should he do??

Look alive, Master Joestar, the imaginary voice of Speedwagon said. This could be your key to peace! If you can avoid whatever horrible fate is uttered by this man, you can live happily with me and Erina. Come now, what’s the worst that can happen? 

No clear evidence was provided by the Speedwagon whispering in his mind, but he still knew he was right. It’s better to know what your future is, perhaps not to change it, but at least have knowledge of its possibility. He nodded and said, “I will accept your offer. It is an honor to be bestowed with such a gift as this.

Master Tonpetty’s lips twitched into a quick smile as the man stuck out his hand. Hesitantly, Jonathan grabbed his hand. A moment passed of tranquility before an explosion of Hamon consumed them. Jonathan felt like he couldn’t breathe. This power, this level of control was too high for a beginner like him. He persevered until the end, however he was left winded as the Hamon aura died down.

He didn’t notice Master Tonpetty had closed his eyes until the man spoke. “A day where happiness prevails will be the beacon of your death. The meeting with a familiar stranger will spill the wine of promise and forever stain history. Two shocks of lightning stun your efforts, but your tenacity will burn a way for your beloved’s safety.”

Silence. What can you really say after that? His hand was let go and Master Tonpetty had a grave look on his face. “It is difficult to tell you more of what’s to come. I entrust you will take my word and head caution, but if you wish to continue on the path you’re on, I cannot stop you. Now come, the other’s will worry if we stay for much longer.”

Master Tonpetty headed towards the group’s direction while Jonathan was left too stunned to move. Well, except for his head, of course. He stared up at the clouds of a new morning, a new day without the burden of searching for Dio. A familiar stranger, could that be him? Is he still not dead? After everything I've done to fight against him, has he won like he has every time before?

“Please,” he whispered to no one. “Allow me and my family to rest from Dio's misdoings. He has tormented my life since I was but a mere boy, and until recently he tried killing me. Please, if anyone is hearing this, protect my family from all he's done to our world. Don't let them suffer like I have.”

A strange force fell onto his shoulders then, something heavy like a boulder. The wind picked up around him, scattering the fallen petals of the marigolds growing near the castle. A beautiful flower that could grow in winter, the season of death. 

Even if no words were spoken, Jonathan knew what the answer to his plea was. Such was the fate of the Joestars and he knew nothing on how to stop it.

Chapter Text

Speedwagon awoke sitting up with the remnants of a scream barely left from his tongue that echoed in the otherwise still night. He had a strange dream, one that he despised for remaining in his head. He was back at the Joestar mansion, laying flat on his chest with his arm injured and the dread of being unable to get up. However, Jonathan was sitting in front of him, more bloodied than he'd ever seen the man. His eyes were closed. The dread increased when he saw the familiar figure of Dio walking up to Jonathan.

Speedwagon was too weak to even warn his love of the threat, yet somehow Jonathan knew. The blue haired man slowly turned his head towards Speedwagon. He slowly opened his eyes, their color faded down to that of steel. He knew, then. Jonathan was dying. Dying within a few meters of him and he couldn't even lift a finger.

"Take care of them, Robert. Erina and Geor-"

He was cut off by the violent attack of his brother. Dio had used his hand to cut through Jonathan's neck. Blood gushed everywhere and any chance that Jonathan could survive was zero. The man was gone.

Dio let out that foul cackling of his before bringing his fingers to his dead lover's neck, drinking his blood to heal whatever minor wounds he had. The beast didn't even look in his direction before speaking.

"I admire your tenacity… Speedwagon, was it? Born into the slums known as Ogre Street and still having enough heart to follow a man who couldn't even live long enough to have you as his proper partner. You promised yourself that you would protect him and stay by his side should trouble arise, but you failed him. Now, you're hoping that fleeing to America will get you into the good graces of Erina and she will forgive you for failing your one job.

"Regardless, it's futile. This family has now been afflicted by a curse from yours truly. Never will they have a moment's rest, I will hunt them down by any means necessary. Even if I happen to pass on, I will find ways to ruin any dreams or aspirations they have. The Joestar bloodline will be wiped from existence! And I, Dio Brando, will become the rightful ruler of the world!"

That victorious shout brought him to this moment, where he was hunched over his bedsheets and trying desperately to control the sobs shaking his entire body. His hand desperately gripped his clothes, right over his heart. 

He didn't even think as he quickly threw some clothes on. He had to leave now, had to do something or else he would hurt himself so badly that he wouldn't be able to go to Jonathan's mass. Pain, what a beautifully ironic relationship he has with it.

It was surprisingly chilly outside, especially considering that it was almost spring. It just seemed like nature was torturing him further. He didn’t mind, he needed to feel something else besides the terror that still gripped his mind. As worthless as it was, he tried reciting the short speech he wrote for the mass. He hadn’t been to a proper mass in years, so he didn’t really know if there would be a moment where anyone who knew Jonathan could speak. He hoped there was, he could never forgive himself if he didn’t say anything.

He must’ve seemed like a madman to the few people that were outside with him. He sure felt like one. Dio’s voice still rang clear in his mind. The threat of a dead man shouldn’t have scared him so much, but that dead man had the devil's luck, exactly how Wang Chan muttered to himself when they were in the Joestar mansion.

So absorbed in his actions, Speedwagon didn’t even expect someone to jump onto him. He fell to the ground with the assailant falling on top of him. He could hear their laughter and though he was tense a moment ago, now he was just annoyed.

“Tattoo! What the bloody hell do ya think yer doing!”

Said man lifted himself off of Speedwagon and plopped himself down next to the other. Tattoo was still laughing. From the little streetlight, he could see the man’s face was red. Whether it was from drinking, the cold air, or from the joy he was feeling from having scared his lifelong friend, Speedwagon couldn’t tell.

“Sorry, Rob! I saw yer mangy hair and I knew what I had to do. What’re you doing here anyway? Shouldn’t ya be in America with yer buddy, Jonathan?”

Speedwagon sat on the ground dusting himself off. He wanted to start crying again but he didn’t want to scare the other. “He’s dead, Tats. The ship he was on sank and he died.”

Tattoo stopped laughing then, turning in shock. “What?”

“It’s been in the newspaper. There’s also mourners and widows walking around town. There was a service just yesterday.” 

“I’ve been stuck in Ogre Street and ya know nobody’s rich enough to go onboard a ship. Blimey, I didn’t know about that, honest. I’m so sorry, Rob.”

Speedwagon shrugged, showing that he didn’t care about the man not knowing. Tattoo didn’t know how to read and despite his appearances, he keeps to himself mostly. He felt a weight on his arm and let himself get pulled close. He laid his head onto Tattoo’s shoulder and tried to keep his sobs to himself.

“Mate,” came the quiet voice of his friend. “Cry if ya need to. Ya know I won’t tell anyone.” 

And he did. It was always like this. He’d bottle up his emotions and Tattoo would come over and comfort him. They’d hide in back alleys or in a closed up shop and he’d spill everything that bothered him while Tats gave an attentive ear or a gentle touch. He’d do the same for Tattoo whenever the occasion arose, afterwards giving the man what would be known as a “prep talk” (and a great one at that). They were as close as brothers, always helping the other wherever possible. 

“I miss him,” Speedwagon cried. “I barely knew him for a few months but I miss him. He was so kind and caring. You remember, don’t you? When we fought him? He tried his damn hardest to make sure he didn’t hurt us so “our families won’t worry about us”. What type of person just cares about thugs like us?”

He heard Tattoo huff out a laugh. There was a smile on the other’s face as he said, “Nobody.”

Speedwagon sat up and looked up at Tattoo, a frantic look in his eyes as he felt his body shake with emotion. “Exactly! And now… Now he’s gone. I’ll never see that blue hair or eyes of his. I won’t hear his laugh. I won’t get to do anything like a couple does, even if we had to hide it behind closed doors. A grand man fought his way into my life and the second I get promised a good ending with him, he’s taken away from me. ”

Speedwagon forced his gaze onto his lap. Quietly, he played with his hands (those hands that both healed and hurt Jonathan) and whispered, “Why? Why did the ship sink when everything seemed to be going so well? … Why’d I have to fall in love with him?”

“… Can’t tell ya why ya fancied the man since ya’ve shown me how horrible yer taste is in the past–”

A well-placed jab to the ribs got Tattoo chuckling despite the pain.

“But from what I saw in that alley, the wedding, the sendoff, he was a fine lad. He saved ya from that fire in his mansion and even though ya were injured, ya still went after him. I don’t like believing in superstitions, but it seemed like the two of ya were soulmates. Despite all odds, ya found each other and became fast friends. Even faster lovers, I bet.”

Another jab and Tattoo was groaning. “If ya do that again, I’ll give ya a right tussle.”

“I don’t suggest that, he needs to be presentable for the mass tomorrow. That scar will scare everyone else away, adding any more injuries will ban him from the church.”

Both men on the ground looked up to see Amato, the man most people knew of as “the Kempo Fighter.” Speedwagon wiped his eyes and smiled up at the man, nodding to the side so the other could join them.

“Where were ya, Kemps? I was looking all over town for ya!” 

“I already told you not to call me “Kemps”. Do I need to fight you to make that clear?”

“Well, if yer offering–”

“No fighting, you two,” Speedwagon mumbled. “I don’t think we need the coppers sending you off to jail right now.”

“You’re right, I think you need our support more than our absence.” He could feel a hand on his back and he sighed. 

“Thanks, Kemps.” He couldn’t help but smile as Amato glared at him. “Alright, alright, I won’t call you that, Mr Fighter.”

“Now you’re testing me.”

“Fine, fine. Amato. Are ya happy now?”

“Never when I’m around you two.”

There was a moment of silence before all three of them laughed. For a moment, he could forget about all his problems. For a moment, he was happy.

It was when he looked up at the stars that he was reminded. After I and Erina leave for America, look up at the stars, will you? We’ll be looking at the same sky, no matter where on Earth we are. So I'll never be that far from you.

“Now you are,” he murmured into the night. Both of his friends looked at him and he knew he ruined the moment. Before he could apologize, he felt a hand slap his back.

“Course he’s happy about being 'round us, who could ever resist our charm?” Tattoo asked, expertly changing the topic. He could never thank that man enough for dragging him out of those thoughts, both figuratively and literally. He stood next to Tattoo while the other kept a supportive hand on his waist. “Come on, now that we’re all together again, let’s find a bar we can spend our time in!”

“Not tonight, I have somewhere to be in the morning.”

“I think ya mean “we”, Robs. We won’t leave ya to go to that mass all by yourself.”

“Well, I don’t want to drink the night before we have to go to Jonathan’s mass.”

“Then let’s go back to your place, Robert,” Amato said. “We can either drop you off or keep you company. Whichever you want.”

“Stay, I don’t think I should be alone right now.”

And so the three friends were in the apartment, all of them sharing Speedwagon’s bed. It might seem weird to anyone who didn’t understand, but they lived on Ogre Street. It was common for people to only have one bedroom where everyone had to huddle for warmth in the harsh winter. So even though they were laying on top of each other and mumbling about shoving the other off the bed for more space, there was a familiar type of comfort to it. Somehow, he was able to fall asleep between the two thugs bickering about something insignificant. 

When he woke up in the morning, he was treated to the smell of some fresh bread. He could hear people talking in another room and even though he knew that his love was gone, he still had that false hope that it was just a dream.

“Hey, look who’s finally awake!” Tattoo said when Speedwagon walked into the small kitchen, holding a piece of bread covered in strawberry jam. “Ya just missed– bloody hell, what’s her name?”

“Mrs Porter.”

“That’s it! Thanks, Kemps.” Tattoo moved to the side when a glob of jam was thrown his way. “She actually wanted to take ya to have breakfast with her, but then she said that she’ll come ‘round soon so you two can go to Jonathan’s mass.”

“I don’t think we should let Tattoo go. He might scare off the people joining like he did with Mrs Porter.”

“Hey, I can’t help that I have a loud voice!”

“So where did you get the bread?” Both men turned to him. Amato had a sly smile on his face as he cut off a piece of bread for the barely conscious man.

“Sometimes it’s better not to ask, Speeds.”

Speedwagon groaned as he accepted the piece of bread, ignoring the obnoxious laugh and the “Now we’re like those three knights all the blue bloods talk about!” from Tattoo.

"But since you asked kindly," Amato says to bring the attention back onto him, "there was a bakery close by. The baker's wife actually sells some jam jars too. I sold some things from Wang Chan's store and used it to buy the bread."

"Huh, I didn't think you'd actually buy something."

"I couldn't help it. The couple lost their kid in that same ship Mr Joestar was on. I would've felt horrible stealing from them."

Speedwagon slowly bit his bread, letting out a sigh. There was so much death around him. For some reason, he couldn't help but feel responsible for it in some way. "So, has Wang Chan's shop been completely raided?"

"Yeah, it has. I got as much medicine from there as I could. We live in Ogre Street, but I don't trust that it won't fall into the wrong hands."

"Good call, we don't want anything like what happened with…" It was hard to say his name now, on the day he'd have to accept he was gone. To even remember the events they went through together.

A knock on the door ended their conversation. Speedwagon quickly rushed into his room to change into his funeral attire while Tattoo went to get the door. He could hear Amelia's gentle voice asking if they were all ready and he was ready to go before he noticed the baron's hat sitting on the bedside table. Should he take it? Would it be disrespectful? In a last minute decision, he put the hat on his head and left the bedroom. If he was going to Jonathan's funeral, he wanted for Baron Zeppeli to be with him too.

Amelia turned her head to look at him. He couldn't tell if she was amused by whatever foolishness Tattoo was putting her through. "Mr Speedwagon, shall we go?"

"Yes, but do you think we can also have these two come? They knew… They knew him for a while and they'd like to send their last goodbyes as well."

Amelia looked between his two lackeys and nodded. "They may not look like conventional citizens but I see no reason for them to not come along."

Speedwagon smiled as he took the widow's arm and led her back outside. That was everyone's que to walk to the church. Again, the walk with Amelia was pleasant. She respectfully asked about the men's lives and all three answered whatever they felt comfortable with. Tattoo was very talkative today, which could've been an attempt to cheer up Amelia. Surprisingly, he was doing a good job at it since he heard a couple of airy laughs from the widow. 

Amato was also talking about some herbal cures that he could give to her. Some were of teas that could calm her nerves, others were of incense. Both him and Tattoo told Amelia never to use incense because of how strong the scent was. That sparked a playful argument in which a couple light punches were thrown, many bruises were made, and Amato almost fell on his face while walking down some steps. All their banter and mischievousness caused a constant string of laughter to come from Amelia. Speedwagon’s face wore a grin at the noise. He knew Jonathan would be happy to know that there was some joy being had on a dark day.

Oh. Jonathan.

Almost like a nightmare, the walk to the church ended and he was standing in front of the damned building. He stood frozen in front of the doors, trembling slightly. All he could see was the hazy glow of orange around him, feel the licking flames that almost took his and Jonathan’s life. It was months ago yet seeing this building that he’s already been in, mind you… It set everything in him on edge. Perhaps it was the consequences of that nightmare earlier? Or perhaps this was all a nightmare he couldn’t escape from, a never-ending tumble downward to a rocky bottom that would last forever?

Speedwagon was brought out of his thoughts when he felt a small touch on his forearm. He blinked as he slowly turned his head down to Amelia. Though he couldn’t see her face, he could only imagine the concern written on it. “Mr Speedwagon, have you prepared yourself for this moment? Or shall we stay in the open air until your nerves have calmed?”

Speedwagon slowly nodded, being led to the side of the church soon after. Amato on his left, Amelia on his right. Somewhere, he heard Tattoo’s voice talking to someone. The voice sounded familiar but his mind was too muddled to remember. All he could do for now was rest his head against the cold stone of the church.

After a moment of breathing and getting his emotions down, he turned to Amelia. “I apologize, Mrs Porter. I’ve been dreading this day ever since I got the news. We already went to the service yesterday and-”

“Don’t you worry about that, Mr Speedwagon,” Amelia interrupted as she lightly patted Speedwagon’s forearm. He didn’t know if this was allowed for widows, if Amelia would be judged for touching another man while grieving. Death and grieving were different in Ogre Street. Societal rules were readily ignored in favor of survival. If you had lost someone, of course you were left alone for a while, but being draped in black was a very rare sight.

Speedwagon blinked when he realized that Amelia had said something to him. He smiled with embarrassment, gently asking, “I apologize again, mind repeating what ya said? I’m not in my head at the moment.”

Amelia let out a soft chuckle as she shook her head. “I was merely saying that I understand your grief. If I am allowed to fall to my knees and cry over my son, why can’t you do the same without social ridicule? Men should be allowed to grieve as their female counterparts do.”

He heard Amato’s clothing shift. He just knew that Amato looked as confused as he felt. Speedwagon tilted his head as he said, “Wow, I’da never thought I’d hear a woman say that. Pardon my offense for saying that miss, I’m just shocked is all.”

Amelia’s hand came up to cover presumably her mouth. Was she laughing at him? “My son was full of emotion as well, crying for a dead bird he found at 5 years or being so angry with his school work that he took up boxing to expel that frustration. I loved him as a mother should. Others condemned this behavior though, saying that he will grow up as a child of Lucifer if I do not beat him into being a “proper man.” I could never bear the thought of his small face looking up at me in tears as I hit him, so I never did.”

Amelia brought out a handkerchief, slipping her hand under her veil and presumably drying off her face. Both Speedwagon and Amato looked away as she did so, allowing her a moment of privacy. When she spoke again, her voice was strained, “And as he grew, all I could think of was, “Even if he isn’t a proper man, he’s my child.” That’s when I accepted his behavior and the behavior of other emotional men. We are all God’s children, why should one be condemned if that’s how He created us?”

Speedwagon nodded at that, feeling himself relax against the hard stone. It wasn’t often that he’d find people who accepted his eccentric self. Him and Tattoo grew up together so them becoming friends was expected, while Amato arrived in England and became his friend later in life. Somehow all three of them worked well together. Their moves were effective at taking down unsuspecting people, so that was also a plus. He was pulled out of his thoughts when he heard, “Amato! Speedwagon!”

Looking over, he saw Tattoo, Poco, and Arabella walking over to them. He gave them a simple wave and looked over at Amato. There was a look of understanding between them before Amato left to join them. Now it was two widows, though Amelia could never know that.

“Pardon my asking, Mr Speedwagon…” Said man looked over at Amelia. “How were you even associated with Mr Joestar? I mean no harm with this question, I simply find it helpful to talk positively about the deceased when emotional. When my husband passed, all I did was wallow in regret and sorrow. I don't believe that was right for me to do, I became bitter for a while until caring for Henry forced me out of it. It was only then that I thought of my sweet Thomas as a loving memory and not a painful ending. So I ask again… how did you two meet?”

Speedwagon chuckled as stuffed his hands into his pockets. “I know you meant no harm, Mrs Porter.” He took a deep breath, trying to figure out what to say. “The way we met was… uncommon. Master Joestar was actually looking for an Asian druggist, as his father was suspected of being poisoned by an Asian toxin of sorts. He suspected the man was selling his goods on Ogre Street, and even though he was carried there by carriage, Master Joestar decided to walk the streets alone. Me and my lackeys went to attack him, finding him to be a simple blue blood that wished to be pickpocketed. 

“And let me tell you what, Master Joestar didn’t even properly hurt us when he fought back. All he did was hurt us enough to give us pause. When we were all down and the town was ‘boutta pounce him, I made sure to stop ‘em. He said in front of a group of hungry and greedy people that the reason he was there was to heal his father. And the reason he didn’t hurt us badly? Because he “didn’t want our family to grieve over our injuries”. That man coulda left us rotting in the snow, yet all he wanted to do was make sure we got home safely. It was impossible not to wanna help him out.”

Amelia had her hand over where her mouth was covered. If her veil was off, Speedwagon knew she’d have a look of shock on her face. “Who was drugging Mr Joestar’s poor father? Was it one of the butlers?”

“No, Mrs Porter… it was Master Joestar's own adopted brother.” He could help a huff of amusement at the gasp Amelia let out. “You couldn’t imagine my shock either. I feared Jonathan wasn’t right in the head to suggest that. How could such an evil man come from the same family as Jonathan, caring as he was. But when I was there with Master Joestar, confronting him… I knew he was right scum. A bastard right down to his core, if you pardon my language.”

Speedwagon could feel that phantom pain of those growing flames surrounding him and Jonathan. That rush of fear when seeing Dio’s body disappear. That burning anguish when having to wait for Jonathan outside of his own burning mansion, only seeing him rush to the roof then fall inside the burning mansion once more in a near suicidal attempt to kill Dio. All that, yet it wasn’t enough to bury the memory of that arrogant cur. How he wished he returned to the mansion later and killed Dio with his bare hands. Then Jonathan might not have–

Amelia put her hand on his shoulder, pulling him back to the present. Speedwagon let out a frustrated breath and continued. “Jonathan did everything to bring Dio to justice these past months, sacrificing his own home to fire in the attempt to end his reign of terror. Yet Dio survived and went to torture more people. That young woman with the boy? He almost killed her. Jonathan’s father? Died saving Jonathan from Dio. Everywhere he went was only death and destruction.

“Yet Jonathan… He was a saint, saving everyone he could. He risked his life to save me from Dio too while his mansion was ablaze. As much as I despise blue bloods… he was one I could respect.” Speedwagon looked over at Amelia, feeling right embarrassed at the hand still over where her mouth should be. He stopped leaning against the wall as he pulled Zeppeli’s hat down. “My apologies once more, I–”

“No… It should be me who apologizes for forcing you to speak of Mr Joestar.”

“Really, it’s fine. I ain’t meaning to put ya through my pain, but I still let it out. As if it ain’t bad enough you’ve lost your family, ya have to hear an oaf from Ogre Street ramble on about events that were of no concern for you.”

“Mr Speedwagon,” Amelia said in a strong voice. “You were given permission to speak on Mr Joestar and you did. You can’t help speaking of Dio when he’s made such an impact on his and your lives. I’m also grateful you answered my question with such truth. You’ve given me an idea of who Mr Joestar was and how much he meant to you. Thank you, sir.”

Speedwagon could only stare dumbly at Amelia until he finally laughed. “Sir, huh? Never had I thought such a word would be used on me.”

He could hear the smile on Amelia’s face as he spoke. “Well, now you have. Now come, your friends are beckoning us into the church.” Speedwagon looked over at his lackeys, Poco, and Arabella. They were near the doors, waving him over and calling his name. How long had they been doing that? Was he so absorbed in his memories that the present was slipping through his fingers? He walked over to them with Amelia by his side. After speaking to each other, they eventually made it into the church.

Speedwagon eventually locked eyes with Mr Pendleton when he sat in the front row, giving the older man a slight nod. He shouldn’t have been so shocked when Mr Pendleton appeared in front of him with something by his side.

“Mr Speedwagon, my daughter asked you to read what she wrote for Jonathan. She said you were his closest friend and deserve to read out her final words.”

Mr Pendleton handed him an opened envelope, raising an eyebrow at the hesitant hand that reached out for it. “I meant to ask my dear Erina if she was sure you’d be the one to read out her words in front of anyone. Given your demeanor-”

“I know how to read, if that’s what you’re concerned over.” Speedwagon made his frustration known with a furrow of his eyebrows. Mr. Pendleton’s eyes widened in shock but before he could make his case, Speedwagon put his hand up to stop him. “I’m composed and educated enough to read her letter. Do not fret, Mr Pendleton. I’ll grant Mrs Erina’s wish as soundly as possible.”

As red as a glass of wine, Mr Pendleton nodded and went to sit down. Speedwagon knew he had to be nice to the Pendleton’s since they were Erina’s family, but bloody hell was it hard to not act like his normal self. He let out a sigh as he leaned back against the pew. He was so tired already yet nothing has happened yet.

As a man stepped to the podium, Speedwagon knew the mass was starting. He honestly allowed his thoughts to wander as the priest spoke of Heaven, God, and whatever other stupid thing he was forced to say at every funeral. It was only when someone tapped him on the shoulder that he looked around. Amato was sitting behind him, rhythmically tapping his fingers to get him to pay attention. When Speedwagon raised an eyebrow, Amato looked over at the podium. It was empty, it must be his turn to speak.

Speedwagon swallowed a shaky breath as he got up. He was trembling again but he had to be strong now. It wouldn’t be right if he were to start crying on Erina’s final words. Though he noticed that the paper he pulled out was dotted with water stains, or rather tear stains. Now he was fighting back tears as he said, “This here is Mrs Erina Joestar’s letter to Jonathan. She asked for me to read this in her place.”

He took another shaky breath, calmed his nerves, then he spoke. 

“My dear Jonathan,

“I never expected us to be parted so soon. Only 5 days was I able to say our name with pride and joy. Now I fear I am not strong enough to carry it alone. You were always the stronger of us. Deciding that your own definition of a gentleman was what you wished to follow. Losing fights yet having the will to continue with your head held high. Merely children when we met, yet you were already allowing lesser men to turn your skin as blue as your hair. All for you to become the “true gentleman” you always wished to be.”

Speedwagon could only imagine that, yet he knew it was true. The thought of a well-built young child (for there was no other explanation he could think of for Jonathan being so muscular if he wasn’t the same as a child), letting himself get punched and kicked only so his beloved wouldn’t get hurt. It was the same way he met Jonathan after all, simply a change in positions. Erina, the fair maiden waiting to be saved, and him, the evil man that would fight Jonathan. Speedwagon stood up when he realized his pause was too long. Clearing his throat, he continued.

“I wish I could say I understood why you were taken from me. We were not the perfect pairing when our paths crossed, but we grew into each other. You showed me a love that I could only believe was my imagination. Those seven years parted from you were the worst, for all I could think of was you falling for someone else and allowing them to bathe in that love instead. Yet when we met again, we became our own definition of perfect just as you showed me. It seems we were cursed after all these years.

“I shall hold you in my heart until I die. Little by little, I will inevitably start to forget how you appeared, but I won’t ever forget you. Your undeniably infectious joy, your teary sobs, your quiet frustration, your gentle calm. Every part of you that I was privileged to experience will be held close to my chest. No man will ever come close to you. It pains me to admit that you have passed, but I hope you may rest in the Kingdom of Heaven until I can see you once more.

“Your forever love,

“Erina Joestar”

There was an awkward silence when he finished, like nobody could decide what to do next. Speedwagon wasn’t sure either. He didn’t want to leave the podium, yet he felt if he stayed any longer, people would suspect something of him. As he moved, he noticed some movement in the second row of pews. Amato and Tattoo were motioning for him to stay where he was. He hesitated until finally committing himself to stay longer. His mind would be haunted if he didn’t speak for Jonathan now.

“I hope that this intrusion don’t trouble all you folks, but I’d like to speak my final words now. Master Joestar… Jonathan was a close frienda mine, despite us being completely incompatible. He was born rich, I in the slums. He was an honest and pure gentleman, I grew up with the thought that stealing and lying were all I could do to survive. Yet through bizarre circumstances, we became as right as rain.

“It’s been merely a few months since I first spoke to him. A right boulder he was at that moment, not allowing himself to get distracted from his goals of healing his father. But that encounter with the man set me on a straighter path, or as straight as it could be given my past. I was searching for work when he went, I was. I don’t believe anyone woulda taken in a thug with a rotten ol’ face like mine? But Jonathan believed in me, so I eventually did the same.

“Being ‘round that gentle giant made ya feel like you could do bloody well anything,” He would’ve gone on if there wasn’t a collective gasp from the women joining. “If all of you may pardon my language, that is. I ain’t used ta holdin’ my tongue when impassioned.

Speedwagon set the paper down, thrusting his arms out to animate his words. “But that’s what he did. Jonathan made ya feel like never before. His unique passion in humanity and upliftin’ others, he could’ve been a right good leader if given the chance. And he’d be one you can readily trust, for his genuine love for others wouldn’t have let anything less than the best occur for his rightful followers. Nothing felt impossible with him around, all ya had to do was stare into those solid eyes-a his and believe he’d help ya make everything right.”

Slowly, Speedwagon set his hands on the podium, gratefully staring down at the paper with Erina’s writing on it. “It’s a right shame he passed so soon. He had his life ahead of him, one as beautiful as the flowers that bloom after our heavy rainfall. Married to a woman like Mrs Erina, starting a new life in another country, in spite of his ever dwindling wealth. Everything seemed to be going his way, but fate decided to claim him before he could fully be happy. I’ll miss him dearly, I will.”

Speedwagon lightly fiddled with the paper in his hands, thinking of what else to say.

Then a thought passed through his mind. Could… could this be his fault? Obviously, he wasn’t the one to kill Jonathan, yet he could’ve been part of it. 

Erina said they were supposedly cursed when they were children. And that Wang Chan mentioned Dio being the one with the Devil’s luck. Everything goes back to Dio so wouldn’t it be reasonable to believe it was Dio’s fault?

Yet all Speedwagon could think of was blame. Sodomy was a sin worse than murder and look at what happened when Speedwagon got with a man of faith. Well, he knew Jonathan wasn’t too adamant about what the Bible said, but he still grew up with it. Could that have been enough to evoke God’s wrath? Jonathan promising himself to a wonderful woman, only to then commit himself as well to a non-believing man…

Oh.

Oh…

So he did have some part of Jonathan’s death after all. 

With tears welling in his eyes, he tilted Zeppeli’s hat down and mumbled out a, “Thanks for havin’ me,” before going to sit down. Erina’s letter was in his hands and he was trying so hard not to tear it to pieces in an irrevocable attempt to make everything as damaged as he felt. Other people who knew Jonathan from small encounters spoke up about him, but he didn’t have the energy to hear their words and enjoy that Jonathan was getting the recognition he deserved. His body was trembling something fierce as he attempted to not burst into tears. Amelia was alright with him crying but nobody else would be. Besides, who knew what type of stories everyone would tell if a man was seen crying over his friend.

Yet all those stories would be true.

He felt sick, and disgusted at his own misguided self. Thinking that Jonathan’s death was a freak accident was as foolish as believing that a week could pass by without the London rain bathing everything in sight. He knew God was capable of wiping out all life on Earth if he so wished. Wouldn’t it be mere child’s play to sink a ship over one condemned man?

Hours seemed to pass until everyone paid their final respects and left. Speedwagon knew he was holding up the next group to have a mass here, but he could move. He was barely hanging on by a thread, yet it all snapped when he heard Amato’s quiet, “Robert, how are you faring?”

Speedwagon could only shake his head as his hands went up to cover both his mouth and heart. Now the tears fell as freely as rain. The grip on his face was enough to draw blood from his cheeks as his nails dug into it. He didn’t care who saw him now, he was tired of acting like his soul wasn’t being ripped to shreds, now with the added weight of guilt and disgust digging themselves into it. 

Tattoo and Amato went on either side of him, trying to drag him out of the pew and presumably somewhere secluded, but all they succeeded in doing was getting Speedwagon to fall to his knees. Numb to everything, Speedwagon could barely lift his head up enough to see the statue of a crucified Jesus hanging in front of him. That guilt was swallowing him whole now and all he could think of was, This is all your fault. You’re the reason Jonathan Joestar is dead.

A cry escaped his chest as he finally broke down. “I’m sorry, Jonathan. I’m so sorry,” he sobbed as he was carried out the back door of the church and back to the apartment. It would be hours until he was able to say anything else.