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At the outset, Joseph was a bundle of nerves about meeting Caesar. It had been over four decades since the two had truly been together. Back when they traveled across Europe, fighting the Pillar Men—the most diabolical evil the world has ever known—Joseph was inseparable from Caesar. But when Suzi became pregnant, she clung to Joseph like glue, tearing him away from Caesar's side. Joseph hadn't seen Caesar in years and worried that his old comrade might not even remember him.
Setting up the meeting was a piece of cake. Since Suzi no longer traveled and always pushed Joseph to visit their daughter, Japan became the perfect rendezvous point.
As Joseph strolled through the nearly empty hotel lobby, his eyes caught sight of Caesar. The man looked as stunning as ever, defying the ravages of time. Undoubtedly, great genetics and relentless hamon practice were to thank. Caesar glanced at Joseph, and his words made Joseph's heart skip a beat, his wedding ring suddenly weighing heavy on his finger.
"Hi, Jojo."
"...Caesar-ino," Joseph managed to smile.
Their lovely reunion, however, took an unexpected turn when Caesar slammed Joseph against the wall. Blushing furiously, Joseph thanked every Aztec Stripper God that the lobby was devoid of witnesses.
"I'm sorry...?" Joseph began, but Caesar's lips silenced him.
"Shut up, idiot."
Dumbfounded, Joseph obeyed and remained silent. Caesar grabbed him and guided him toward a room, brandishing a key. It turned out that Caesar had planned this encounter all along. As Joseph was shoved into the small room, he intentionally lost his balance and exaggerated the fall for dramatic effect.
"What are you doing--?" Joseph attempted to ask, only to be interrupted by Caesar once more. This time, Joseph kissed back, finally understanding Caesar's intentions when the blonde brat pulled away again.
Caesar strode toward the desk, the sole piece of furniture in the room, revealing a stack of papers. He smiled mischievously at Joseph. "May I have your signature, Jojo?"
Joseph was a sucker for that nickname, and his flustered state made it difficult to form coherent sentences. "What exactly am I signing?"
"It's all there for you to read," Caesar replied, slyly exploiting Joseph's weakness for lengthy legal documents. The saving grace was that Caesar's name was already written on the papers. If Caesar had signed them, it couldn't be too incriminating. Joseph trusted him. With a shaky hand, he scribbled his signature right where Caesar had indicated. In response, Caesar kissed him so deeply that Joseph's legs nearly gave way.
"What do you want?" Joseph managed to ask, breathless.
Caesar held up the paper, the ink still drying. "I want... to be partners again." There it was, in black and white—partners. Partners in the eyes of God and the State. Even worse, Joseph had signed on the dotted line marked "bride."
But Joseph was too intoxicated by Caesar's kisses to grasp the gravity of the situation. Marriage would be tomorrow's problem, not Jojo's concern tonight.
"Jojo..." Caesar's voice dripped like melted honey. "Let's do what partners do."
With a firm yet gentle hand, Caesar grasped Joseph's hip, leading him across the room and onto the bed.
And then they did what partners do. Many times, in fact. They continued their passionate activities until exhaustion overtook them, and they drifted off into a deep sleep.
...
"Jojo! Did you lay this egg?!" Caesar exclaimed, his voice filled with shock. Joseph jolted awake, his eyes widening in horror.
"What is that?!" Joseph shrieked, his voice reaching a high-pitched octave that he didn't know he was capable of.
"An egg-?" Caesar replied, sounding just as bewildered.
"No kidding! But where did it come from?!" Joseph demanded, panic evident in his voice.
"You? It was already there when I woke up!" Caesar responded, equally perplexed.
"How is that even possible?! I'm a human male?!"
Crack.
"Shut up, Jojo... I think it's hatching."
Crack.
To their astonishment, a human baby emerged from the egg. Not only was an infant born out of an egg, but the child bore an uncanny resemblance to both of its parents.
"God, Caesar-ino. It looks just like you," Joseph choked out, struggling to comprehend the bizarre situation.
“It has your hair! And your birthmark, Jojo!”
Joseph couldn’t help but crack a joke “Seems we’ve cracked the code of unconventional parenting.”
“What do we do with it?” Caesar was still in shock.
“Well, first we should name him.” Neither if the two men knew how Joseph was handling the situation so well. Logic was tomorrow Joseph’s problem. “How about… Josuke? He was born in Japan, and he has the Joestar birthmark, so it calls for a Joestar family name.”
“…Ok.” A shook Caesar agreed. We should probably get him out of there.”
“I’m not touching that.” Joseph said. Caesar stared at him in disbelief.
“Cmon.” Jojo cheered again. “Your paper says you’re the husband here! Be the man!”
Caesar approached the baby cautiously. As he lifted the precious bundle into his arms, a whirlwind of emotions and memories engulfed him. Flashes of their shared adventures, their laughter, and their unbreakable bond raced through his mind. Caesar would sacrifice anything for the tiny life in his embrace. But as he looked down into the innocent eyes of their child, the gravity of the situation struck him like a devastating blow.
What would become of their baby? Who would believe the truth of his miraculous birth, the existence of his two male parents? The world outside would reject their unconventional family, shatter their hopes of a normal life for their son.
Tears welled up in Caesar's eyes as he held the baby's tiny hand, clutching Joseph's ring finger. The weight of their decision bore down upon him, suffocating him with anguish. How could he deny their son the chance to be accepted, to have a chance at a normal life?
His heart aching, Caesar and Joseph simultaneously made the heart-wrenching realization. If they truly loved their creation, their miracle alien baby, they couldn't be a part of his life.
“Jojo…” Caesar started. “We can’t keep him.”
Joseph cried softly. “I know.”
They wrapped the boy in a blanket before leaving him near a house marked “Tomoko Higashikata”. As they laid the child down near the doorstep, Joseph and Caesar shared a final, tearful exchange of affection and farewell. Their voices quivered with emotion as they whispered words of love and heartfelt wishes, their bond with the boy forever etched in their hearts.
"Goodbye, my dear Josuke," Caesar's voice trembled with a mixture of sadness and hope. "You're a special boy, Remember that.”
“Take care, squirt.” Joseph laughed sadly,
With a final, longing gaze at the sleeping child, Joseph and Caesar turned away, their heads heavy with the weight of their decision. It was time for them to return to the real world, where responsibilities and the complexities of life awaited them.
Joseph knew he had to leave behind the whimsical game of "man and wife" that had brought them together, acknowledging that it couldn't last forever. The real world called Joseph. Suzi called Joseph. He’d… tell Suzi about Josuke eventually. Caesar didn’t know where to go after kissing Joseph goodbye. Maybe he’d have another purpose someday.
…
It was the coldest winter that Morioh had ever seen. Tomoko didn’t know what to do, her four year old son was in the back seat, sicker than she’d ever seen him.
Regret filled Tomoko's heart as she berated herself for not calling an ambulance earlier. Panic set in as she slammed on the gas pedal, hoping against hope that the car would move. But it was no use. They were stuck, trapped in the unforgiving cold of the winter storm.
Tomoko's desperation grew with each passing moment, her tears threatening to spill over. She had never been one to pray, but now, in this dire situation, she found herself silently pleading for a miracle.
And there he was. A man standing behind her car, jacket in hand.
Tomoko’s tears spilled over. “The hell are you doing?! Get out of the road!” Without a word, the man gracefully draped his jacket over the car's front grille. Instantly, the engine roared to life, breaking free from the icy grip that had held them captive. Tomoko stared in disbelief as the car lurched forward, slowly gaining momentum.
The now-relieved mother, and her barely conscious son looked back at the man. He pushed them into a consistent momentum. They made it to the to hospital, saving the young boy’s life.
Josuke, weary and barely conscious, looked his savior in the face as they drove away.
“I’ll always love you, even if it has to be from afar.” Caesar whispered to his son as he drove away.