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It was quiet in the room. It was silent, so peaceful that Kakyoin Noriaki could focus on his own heartbeat. Though heartbeats aren’t that quiet, it showed how at peace the teen was. The place he was in was dark, creepy and foggy.
He didn’t like the room he stayed in, but he had no choice. Kakyoin was stuck in the there, bound to the chairs by his wrists, torso and ankles. Although the bindings didn’t seem too tight on him, the material bothered him a lot.
Kakyoin suspected he had been injected with some sort of drug, kind of drug that makes you relax and keeps you quiet. He just moved to a new school so he didn’t know what exactly he was injected with, but he could guess the one’s kidnappers usually use to their victims.
Chloroform hurts the victim, and Kakyoin didn’t feel itchy in his nose and throat so it was not it. What could it be? Kakyoin felt drowsy and confused, slurred in speech as he couldn’t move his tongue.
It has to be a good muscle relaxant to have him in this state. He felt groggy and weak, he couldn’t move his limbs at all.
He didn’t have any pain, but he felt numbing all over. His hearing was reduced magnificently and his sight was blurry. He smelt something like metallic and blood on him and felt nothing, just the ropes.
A man walked through the door, dressed fancy as he wore a dark blue suit with the sleeves rolled up, showing thick and muscular arms with a long, surgical white gloves. The man wore mask, unable to see anything but his long and luxurious hair.
Kakyoin wasn’t sure if he’d make it out.
When Kakyoin first disappeared, they didn’t think much of it. It was just a quick trip back to his hotel room to grab his wallet he had left behind. But after waiting 15 minutes for the teen, Jotaro offered to look after him. As it was not in Kakyoin’s polite fashion to be so late. After 10 minutes, Jotaro ran to the lobby where the adults were seated, informing them that Kakyoin has gone missing.
And that some of his belongings were thrashed around the room.
The rest of them ran upstairs, unlocking Jotaro and Kakyoin’s hotel room as they saw clothes and stuff all over the room, a broken window and a note;
Kakyoin’s coming with me. You’ll never find him ever again.
Joseph noticed a TV in their room, and wasted no time of going to it. He brought a chair from the room and settled it in front of the TV.
He sat in front of the television screen, Polnareff, Jotaro and Avdol behind him. Just as anxious as he was, the Joestar used his divination skills to use and controlled the television so show the location of where Kakyoin went.
The television was grainy and dark as it revealed the high schooler bound to a chair, looking seemingly out of it and confused, looking at something as his drowsy eyes blinked slowly, like a cat on anesthesia.
Kakyoin seemed to be drugged as he slurred his sentences, not being able to form a single word. He mumbles, closing his eyes momentarily . A man came in frame, his back only showing as he snapped his fingers and closed his fist, opening it up to reveal a note.
He’s gonna die soon, Mr. Joestar. Would you want that to happen?
“What?!” Mr. Joestar’s eyes widened, shouting in the hotel room. “He knows we’re spying on him! But how?” Avdol observed, looking for clues in the screen as they continued watching the television cautiously.
The man then played with Kakyoin’s hair, the boy suddenly on high alert as the drug wore off. His speech was still unclear, but his sense of motion and sense returned to him. “ Who… a you! ” Kakyoin hissed, the man’s hand in his hair suddenly dragged his scalp downwards and upwards, the redhead moving along with the hand, in pain.
“ Gah..ngh— “ Kakyoin painfully groaned, glancing towards the man in front of him, looking up to the man as he was met with the cold aura he felt.
Kakyoin shivered underneath the man, the captor pulling his victim’s head backwards, yelping and pained noises were followed.
His chest was heaving, feeling cold metal lean into his throat, Kakyoin guessed it was a knife.
Mr. Joestar figured out where Kakyoin was being held at as his purple thorns left the television screen alone, dreading for Kakyoin’s safety.
“I-it hurtzz… pleas… gah— !” he moaned in pain, his growing headache throbbing against his head as he desperately wanted to rub his temples to relieve the pain.
His captor’s knife dug ever so slowly into Kakyoin’s neck as he gasped, trying to turn away from the wicked man but he clenches his hair roughly.
“ Gnnnn! —“ he growled.
The man was standing tall over the teen as momentarily stopped.
Kakyoin froze, not sure as to think as the man stood still, for a minute now.
He wished that the man stood still a bit longer, then he wouldn’t had caught off guard of the sudden stab in his left thigh.
Kakyoin’s lavender eyes widened twice its size as he screamed. A burning sensation strongly was all he felt as his throat continued screaming before the man slammed his palm over his mouth, leaving him in a panic and shaking state.
“Shhhh….. my sweet little Kakyoin…it’s okay… it will all be over soon.. endure it, my boy..” red man sickeningly assured him, but Kakyoin couldn’t hear him over the pain.
It hurt so badly. It burned. It hurt. It hurts. Please stop. It hurts so bad, was all he could think of.
He felt his left leg give out, and then felt dizzy. His ears were ringing, he felt exhausted. Was it because of the blood loss? Maybe.
Kakyoin couldn’t bring himself to speak, only scream behind the man’s gloves hand. He glanced down, looking blurry at his thigh. All he saw was red, nothing else. A sharp, kitchen knife had stabbed his left thigh, leaving nothing but red on the boys leg.
Blood.
He saw blood splatters on the dark blue suit, the amount of it concerned Kakyoin. He felt awful, nauseous. A growing headache felt like punching to his skull could be described as what he was experiencing.
He wanted nothing but to get out of there, the drug wore off, but the man injected him with more. It burned , feeling more weakness and fatigue, it freaked him out.
“P-ple… n-nnnnooo….” He mumbled, breathing heavily.
The man’s hand suddenly moves against the handle.
Kakyoin didn’t want to see the knife anymore, he didn’t want to know what was causing the pain anymore. He didn’t want to know what was going on.
The black spots in his eyes were already visible, he was soon gonna go unconscious, from the pain. He close his eyes desperately, panting unregulated behind the man’s palm as he feels himself succumb to unconsciousness.
“MMMMNNNGGG!!!!” He screamed one again, only receiving pain and an adrenaline kick.
The man twisted the handle, white-hot pain burning him as Kakyoin pathetically whimpered. Pulling his head back and screaming even more.
The man released his grip on the boy’s mouth, allowing him to breathe. “ Gaammmnnghhhh !!!!!” The pain continued as Kakyoin bit his lip, tears threatening to burst out.
“As I would love to hear your screams a bit more, dear Kakyoin, I’m afraid you will be quiet.” The man’s gentle voice unmatched his sinister aura as his hand left the knife handle, leaving to get the gag cloth set out on the table near the two.
“N-no..” Kakyoin mumbled. “Please…n-no! N-no more… please..” he asked. The man seemed to ignore his words as he listened more to his voice, an afraid and quaking voice. It excited the kidnapper.
“Shhh.. be still for me, darling. You can do that, mm?”
Kakyoin was anything but still, but a little teasing of the knife handle got him silent as the man tied the gag cloth tightly around his head. He was shaking all over, yearning for the torture to end.
But would he even escape? Or will his kidnapper leave him here forever?
He had no time to think, as the distraction of the knife was too painful. He saw the man trying to talk to him, but he couldn’t hear him.
“I-just stop.. please…” he strangled, angry tears gushed out as shaking, scathing tone came out of Kakyoin. He was so done with the torture, so done .
The man scoffed, “so you think you can just boss me around, hun?” questioned the kidnapped, before harshly pulling out the knife, leaving a gaping hole in Kakyoin’s thigh.
“ MMNNMMMNN!!!! MMMNFFFHF!!! ”
Muffled screams filled the dark, metal walls, echoing even. All he felt was agony. He felt cold, freezing under the ropes. The places where he felt warmth was his throat and thigh, no other places. He felt his heart beat insanely fast, throbbing out of his chest as it burned.
Sweat stuck on his hair onto his neck and face as he painted, red shot eyes looking up to the ceiling. Tears ran down his reddened cheeks and further onto his cloth.
“But my sweet darling, I’ll soon give you something for the pain— I promise. Just hold out a little more.” The man made empty promises to this deaf ears as he continued his torture.
The evil man gently pets Kakyoin’s hair, matting it it with his own blood. He just wants to go home, but where is it?
He just wants to go back with his friends.
The man ties his stab wound tightly with a white cloth, seeing how much it already sucked up. He reminded himself how much it will cost for him to fix his pants.
‘ Since it’s school’s uniform and my responsibility, I guess it will be over 3000 yen? But if I had to guess it would be around 3420– ‘
His thoughts about school uniform got interrupted as the man suddenly towered over him, knife in hand. Kakyoin felt cold, unsure if the man will kill him then and there but he couldn’t shake off the fear of death.
The man snapped his fingers, the lights quickly turning on as Kakyoin quickly shut his lights, groaning as he felt the blinding lights burn his eyes.
He heard multiple voices and footsteps, and the door swung wide open. Kakyoin wasn’t sure who it was, but the man got behind him and held the sharp and bloody knife to his throat.
The footsteps ceased, and Kakyoin grew nervous. His eyes wouldn’t allow him to open his eyes, but the man held a death grip on his hair, and it hurt immensely.
His chest was heaving as the man yelled something. He wasn’t sure as to what he had said, his consciousness now being merciful to him to let him sleep soon.
“Shit, you bitch! Don’t fall asleep yet,” the man suddenly switched up his tone, thrusting the tip of the knife into Kakyoin’s throat — but he was so out of it, he barely felt it. He only groaned against the abuse, being tortured for so long in one sitting, his body got used to it.
Blood started seem out of his throat — when had his uniform opened up? He wasn’t sure — as the man held his head and pulled backwards, seemingly unaware of the materializing stand standing behind him, before a familiar roar finally struck the man and knocked him out.
He heard the footsteps run towards him as Kakyoin was soon gonna pass out. All he saw was a cream colored shirt and a black jacket with golden chains swinging around the guy, before he finally succumbed to consciousness.
‘ I hope, they, rescued me… ’
Spiky thorns secured the knocked out man as Avdol worked with Kakyoin’s bindings, taking off his gag cloth as well. Blood seeped through the cloth and out of his mouth, from his lip and tongue.
“He bit his tongue.” Polnareff observed, before lifting the limp boy out of his chair, and in a bridal position.
All they felt was anger. Nothing else, but anger. Temper snapped as nothing but hatred could be seen from the men.
Jotaro took one quick glance at the knocked out man’s figure, where he had quickly given the man a severe beating before his old man stopped him.
He huffed in rage, but knowing that Kakyoin was safe and not dead, he felt fine.
He pressed his lips together, and left the dark room, Polnareff carrying the wounded teen out of the room, and out of the building.
Kakyoin’s limp arms laid on his stomach as Polnareff carried him securely, walking down the outside steps and towards the city.
He observed the wounds other than the obvious one, th big gaping hole in his thigh. Kakyoin carried small shallow open cuts on his throat. There was a red and purple bruise mark around the corner of his mouth as Polnareff found his anger growing.
Kakyoin’s tired, dry from any tears as blood and drool spilled out of his mouth.
His uniform was unbuttoned to the fourth button, showing some cleavage as he saw even more blood splatters.
’Shit, he endured a whole lot torture..’
“If we had arrived an hour later, he would’ve bleed completely. We have to get him to a hospital.”
Jotaro felt infuriated, putting his clenched fists in his pocket and lead the crew to the exit, and to the hospital.
To had seen Kakyoin vulnerable state, where he is usually in control made him sick. Seeing Kakyoin suffer like that made him mad.
He had hoped the rest of the trip wouldn’t go as bad as this.
The burning feeling in his chest never left him as the doctors rushed to take him away from them (him).
He hoped that he would make a quick recovery.
He wants to see him okay, after seeing him being tortured so ruthlessly.
Jotaro craved a cigarette, leaving the hospital to take a quick smoke. A hand rested on his shoulder, looking back to see Polnareff with a lighter.
”Need one?” He asked.
”..” Jotaro was silent for a minute before agreeing, slowly to him fully to light his cigarette and take a puff.
Polnareff lighted his, meanwhile Jotaro took quick puffs, yearning for relaxation from the stress.
“Hey, Jotaro.”
“Mmm?”
“He’s safe now, don’t stress it, okay?” he reassured, aware of Jotaro’s shaking as he assured the boy.
Jotaro let him, feeling calm for the first time in a while without the help of a cigarette.
He felt okay, and he hoped Kakyoin was too.