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[PART 3.1: STARDUST FEATHERS]
Finality.
The feeling of a good ending, when everything is wrapped up and the madness has ceased. When all the stupid bullshit stops coming up, when all the dumbasses and scumbags stop showing up to stop you. When you manage to kill probably one of the biggest assholes to walk on the face of the Earth, all because he pissed you off and tried to fuck with your family.
It's a feeling like no other. A feeling that Jotaro hasn't been acquainted with since the beginning of his own bizarre adventure. Of course, unlike his predecessors, he didn't have too much of a bombastic ending.
He wasn't dead, for one.
And he is pretty sure he knows his mother isn't disguised as some martial arts lady with a bitchy attitude.
DIO had no more tricks to pull out from his sleeve, no more amazing finales and master plans. His mangled corpse could only lay still and lifeless in the black body bag as the sun began to rise from the shore. Everything he went through, stealing the body of his adoptive brother and murdering countless innocent people for the pursuit of power...just to be beaten up by Jotaro and shoved in a body bag.
Jotaro and Joseph stood quietly by the bag, watching as their final sunset comes to claim its debt. Joseph had been nursed back to health with the blood that DIO stole from him (after playing a stupid joke on Jotaro. Old man almost got his blood beaten out of him again), and Jotaro recovered from his countless knife wounds. The sunlight pierced the vampiric cadaver, quickly rendering his empowered flesh to dust. Piece by piece, DIO and THE WORLD he owned were erased from the earth. Nothing but a loose piece of golden cloth remained, and even that would have to be quickly destroyed by the Speedwagon Foundation.
Vampires are masters of pulling serious bullshit.
A few hours later, at the Cairo International Aiport..
"Do you really have to go back to France, Polnareff? You don't have any family there, do you? Heh, you could live with me in New York!" Joseph said, looking down upon Polnareff. The Frenchman finished tidying up his duffelbag, looking up to his last remaining comrades. He smirked and rose to his feet;
"Mr. Joestar, even if my family is gone, France is my homeland. All the memories I have from my hometown...no matter where I go, I'll always return there." Polnareff said with a smile, a man who loves his country. Or, at the very least, his origins. Polnareff looked down for a moment, but looked back up between Jotaro and Joseph, his usual determined smile cutting in like the blade of Silver Chariot.
"But if you never need me, give me a call! Wherever in the world you are, I'll come running."
Joseph and Jotaro stared at their comrade for awhile, the air between them heavy with emotion. At least, between Joseph and Polnareff. Jotaro isn't too into that business...at least, well, on the outside.
"It'll be lonely without you, you know."
Polnareff gave a solemn nod, closing his eyes;
"There were many hardships..but it was a lot of fun. The journey, everything, it was fun because you were all there."
"Yeah.." Jotaro spoke for once.
"Yes, it was fun..I believe that from the bottom of my heart."
Another dramatic pause of emotion, until the announcement system chimed in.
"Passengers on the France International Airlines Flight 92 bound for Paris, please proceed to Gate 18."
Suddenly, Polnareff pulled the two men into a manly goodbye hug, Joseph and Jotaro resting their arms against Polnareffs.
"Well, see ya, you shit-stained geezer! I hope you live forever!" Polnareff said to old man Joseph with a cheeky smile. He turned his head to Jotaro
"And you, his stingy grandson! Don't you dare forget me!"
"Let us meet again; If you don't hate me by then, you jackass!"
"I couldn't forget a guy like you even if I tried. Take care."
And so it were, the trio released from their manly goodbye, Polnareff swinging his duffelbag onto his shoulder. As he turned around, the three of them exchanged one final heavy look.
"So long."
"Yeah."
"So long."
Polnareff walked.
Joseph donned his Walkman.
Jotaro adjusted his cap.
The three of them finally departed, taking their own path. Polnareff would board the flight for Paris, and the Joestars took their leave to Japan. Joseph would eventually return to New York with Suzie Q and Jotaro could live happily with his now healthy mother.
It turned out happy endings aren't as soppy when you experience them yourself, huh?
Christ.
THE END
Nah.
The flight to Japan was getting quite boring, and Jotaro rested his head against the seat for a nap...dreams of his adventure suddenly becoming teared apart as the multiverse called out to him. A single white flash was all it took...as Jotaro would awaken
Against a tree.
In the middle of a forest.
"..."
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