Based on a wonderful anonymous prompt that read "I wish you would write a fic where Jolyne and Kakyoin meet each other's stand. Or someone just pointing out how similar Stone Free seems to be to Kakyoin and his stand."

"You want me to do what?"

Kakyoin's voice sounded uncharacteristically loud in the almost reverent silence of the Speedwagon Foundation archives. He pushed up his glasses and looked over Jotaro's shoulder where a tall lanky teenager was flipping through a magazine in the hallway with an expression of absolute boredom. When she glanced up, he was briefly met with the same green eyes as Joseph Joestar and his daughter and grandson. He was sure that if she turned around, he would see a star-shaped birthmark peeking from under the straps of her tank top.

Jotaro's tone, however, was as calm and collected as ever. "You heard me. You got your stand pretty early too, I figured you could teach her the ropes before she drives her whole school mad with her powers."

The teen scoffed theatrically at her father's words and rolled her eyes. Kakyoin could only imagine what kind of stand Jotaro's daughter would have if she had inherited half her father's spirit and temper. Then again, his years of research into the nature and development of their invisible companions confirmed that they were as wild and unpredictable as human genetics sometimes. Holly Kujo was one of the kindest, gentlest souls he had ever met and though her stand did not reject her anymore, it was nothing like her son's Star Platinum. Her very adequately named Kiss from a Rose could not harm a fly if it tried, which made its past violent nature another unsolved mystery.

He threw his friend a sympathetic look as he watched the teenager pop a piece of gum in her mouth. "She's a bit of a wild one, isn't she?"

Jotaro nodded and ran a hand over his face in exasperation. "You don't know half of it. I love that kid but I have no idea who she gets her attitude from."

Kakyoin suppressed a small smile before shrugging and going back to organizing a giant pile of papers on his desk. "Is her mother a stand user as well?"

Jotaro shook his head. "She doesn't even know about Dio. Jolyne was fine too until she turned twelve. Then a kid at school started messing with her and you can imagine what happened next."

There was a bit of pride in his voice as his green eyes darted towards the wiry teenager tapping her foot impatiently on the tiled floor. Kakyoin went on to flipping through his notes wondering whether the poor kid who had dared to pick on Jotaro's daughter had gotten off easy for not having to deal with Star Platinum's wrath. "So you want me to train her? That's a bit of a leap, don't you think? Polnareff also developed his stand when he was very young and he's actually good with kids. He even teaches fencing at a high school."

He trailed off when he saw Jotaro's mouth twitch at the corners. His friend walked towards him at a deliberately slow pace and sat across him, fingers intertwined below his chin. For a while he didn't say anything, his eyes scanning the jumbled research spread across the desk and Kakyoin suddenly felt uneasy. Jotaro was always a man of few words but whenever he got particularly quiet, things were likely to take a turn south fast.

"Some time ago you said you had a theory that we can influence our stands with our thoughts and experiences", he said eventually. "You even said that if they were strong enough, they could carry over into the next generation."

Kakyoin nodded and scribbled the current date on the corner of a new sheet of paper. "Yeah, so?"

"I thought you could use some empirical evidence."

The words were spoken with the same nonchalance of a man talking about the weather but to Kakyoin, who had learned to read Jotaro like an open book, they had sounded like a clap of thunder. He slowly put the pen down and looked at the hallway again to find a female silhouette hovering above the green-eyed teen peeking curiously at the glossy pages of the magazine. It had bright blue skin and a pretty, gaunt face, partially obscured by large green-tinted sunglasses. Its lower part had unwound itself almost up to its bellybutton, coiling around her master like a thin scarf, its small studded hands resting on her shoulders. As the stand leaned in closer, Kakyoin felt a familiar tug at the back of his mind and recalled how strange it had felt at first for Hierophant and him to learn to read through two pairs of eyes.

Jotaro was still looking at him, his expression carefully blank. Kakyoin could almost see the storm of words raging beneath his ever-calm surface, struggling to break through. There was no need for them, though, there never was. The soft, slowly unravelling stand floating around his rebellious teenage daughter was probably the epitome of all human expression Jotaro Kujo would ever be able to muster. That was also more than enough for him.

He let out a brief smile and said. "I see."