[Because of course he was. Wasn't Kakyoin always listening to everyone but himself?]
[And now that he'd decided to do it, it didn't seem all that scary. He balanced the emerald ladybug between his first fingers, marveling at the details of it, the slight depressions that indicated spots and the slender demarcations of its legs.]
Since we were talking about names earlier, I thought you might be the best person to know - I'm not actually Italian. At all. The name I was given at birth was Shiobana Haruno. But when we moved to Italy so my mother could get married, my stepfather thought it should be changed, so it was.
I've never actually told anyone since I was . . . five? It was easier to pretend I belonged. But it was a lot to adjust to, on top of everything else.
[That was something he hadn't seen coming. Obviously, predicting that was impossible--even so, Kakyoin felt just a little guilty for having blindly mentioned changing one's name at all.]
It's a nice name--they both are, honestly. [Choosing his words very carefully, Kakyoin's restless hands lightly wrapped around his cup of coffee again--with a faint green glow still hidden under the sleeve of his jacket.] As I said...I understand the significance of a name no matter what it might be or how it could change.
[A pause...Kakyoin took a breath and looked up, facing Giorno steadily and with calm confidence.]
'Kakyoin Tenmei.' That's the name my parents gave me--only a few people here know that. I tell them I just don't like the way it sounded. Which I don't, but it's more than that. Either way, it's not really the same situation, considering I changed mine by choice.
But as long as we're exchanging names, it's only fair for you to have mine, too.
[He looked up at that, smiling again, curious but not invasively so, just very willing to hear whatever Kakyoin is willing to tell him. It was a good thing to know, even if he never used or heard the name Tenmei again - a part of Kakyoin's history, even if it was one that he'd rejected.]
Part of the importance of Don Giovanna to me is . . . that it's mine. All mine. Something that I made and took for myself.
I understand--'Noriaki' is something I needed when I was younger. Something I crafted and built on my own as well. It's written the same way...all I did was read it differently. Even at that age, I wanted to make myself into something...not what I was.
'Kakyoin' is fine--it's my name, obviously. I'm used to everyone using it, even Jotaro. I don't really think-...I'm not sure I ever really managed to become the kind of person I wanted to be, not yet. So I don't think I want anyone to casually use what I call myself just yet.
[...]
I might break Mista's nose if he continues the way he does, you understand. Nothing personal.
[You know how when you teach a kid to do something new and hilarious, like peek-a-boo or clapping games, they giggle and clap all excited? Yeah, that's what's happening here right now.]
See, you'd fit right in. Narancia used to threaten us with knives all the time.
[It's so stupid, but also adorable? Like what does he even - in good conscience he should say this is dumb, but it's just such a stupidly Jotaro move . . . Fucking.]
[There is a long, long pause.]
You're going to talk to him too, right? Not just hand him a fish.
...neither did I. It was far too much work that ended in persistent disappointment.
[. . .]
It's been long enough that I thought I'd be used to it...you know, having actual friends. But I guess I just still don't know how to react around them sometimes.
[Secretly had a big old conversation about your inability to chill at the prospect of having friends, Kakyoin.]
I wouldn't have gotten even remotely competent at . . . dealing with people, really connecting, if it weren't for Bruno, I don't think. All of them, but--
[He looked down at the ladybug again.]
Bruno taught me how to treat people with love, and Mista taught me how to prioritize my friends' lives over victory.
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