Riptide

[Steal His Heart]

I serverly, apologize for the HUGE delay on updates. And I know that I said I'd publish "arcs" as whole packages, but I just feel so bad for making y'all wait THIS long already.

So, have this almost 6,000 word chapter to make up for it!

!homphobic slurrs used!
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A sweet-scented breeze blew in from the window, it carried with it the scent of the nearby cherry blossoms starting to bloom. The window was propped open with a stick – its lock hanging loose and broken neatly in half. The soft wind rustled a few loose papers that laid upon a desk, that was illuminated in the sunlight dust particles dancing around in the golden beams. A hulking mass stood in the corner of the room seeming searching for something. Jotaro straightened himself out, his blue gaze not shadowed by his usual cap. One could see the euphoria that was swimming through the ocean color of his eyes, as he tilted his head a bit: cat like almost. Between his callused hands he held a white-blouse, that was spotted with purple and gold dots. He ran it through his fingers feeling the silky fabric slide through them with ease. Smiling he brushed his face up against the shirt, rubbing his scent into it, The man buried his face into it a moment later, and breathed in. It still had the lingering scent of the cologne that Noriaki wore. Jotaro had liked this shirt on him a lot.  That’s why: he was going to take it.

He slipped the blouse into the satchel he carried with him, as he opened it – the contents inside were revealed. It was full of items that had been taken from the room. From other articles of clothing, like underwear and pants – to stranger items, such as a toothbrush and there was even a crushed soda can. All of the items were simply ordinary things, what made them worth a million bars of gold in Jotaro’s eyes was that Kakyoin had touched them. Or used them. He bit into his lip and searched around for anything else he could take – certain objects he wouldn’t dare touch. Such as the sketchbooks that were littered about. His gaze landed upon an ink pen that sat at the desk. Jotaro wandered over to it, and he delicately picked it up rolling it between his fingers. He wanted this too.

Footsteps echoed down the hallway, and he recognized the step: and the heeled click of Kakyoin’s shoes.

“Star Platinum: The World.” All sound ceased and everything around him froze. Jotaro had gotten used to using his newfound ability, and, he had gotten better at it. He could almost hold it for a whole minute now – if he really focused, though exhaustion would wreak havoc on his body if be held out the time stop for too long. He was sure, that he could even manage to kill himself if he held it for longer than his body could take: every second he kept the world frozen his body was depleted of energy. Likely Dio didn’t have this problem because he wasn’t human – but Jotaro found it a pesky nuisance. He swung open the door to the room and there he was, Noriaki: frozen half-way through a step. He reached up and ran his hand gently down the other male’s cheek.

Time resumed.

Kakyoin stepped through his door, and frowned. Confusion washed over him – when had he opened his door? He didn’t remember even touching the knob, perhaps he was just tired: it was the early morning after all. His furrowed gaze landed upon his window, but it was closed. He wandered over to it feeling a chill run down his spine, something was off about it. He knelt down a bit and he sucked in a breath. The indoor lock had been broken in half – with precision for it almost fit perfectly back together again. He swallowed and looked around wondering how and why someone had broken into his room. Nothing of value seemed to be missing. But there was also the issue of, how? The lock on his window was inside – you couldn’t open it from the outside or break it like it was either from there. One had to be inside the room. Unless someone could phase through it.

Noriaki stiffened. Could it be an enemy Stand User? While it was unlikely, it wouldn’t be impossible, after all Mirai had been a fellow Stand User. He frowned deeply, his thought whirling. If it was someone hostile – then why didn’t they attack the redhead directly? What was the point of snooping around his room? He sighed and ran a hand through his uncombed hair. It didn’t matter. He wouldn’t be able to figure out this mystery anyways without clues, and there seemed to be none. Stretching and yawning he made his way to his bathroom, he stopped.