Riptide

[Steal His Body]

!nsfw - sexual harassment/rape!
(featured at the end of the chapter)
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The rain was coming down hard: but luckily [Hierophant] was pretty water-resistant and helped keep his User's things from getting wet. There wasn't much, as he had to pack in a hurry. After the atrocity that had been dinner with Jotaro - his mother had snapped. She couldn't take having someone like him in her house, disgracing the family name. Never in a hundred years did Noriaki think he'd be booted from his own home - for something as trivial as being in love. Yet, here he was trudging along miserably in the rain trying not to cry: and only be angry. Angry at her foolishness, and at society angry at his father for always being a pushover. That was a hard facade to keep up, because he was so close to tears - that he couldn't tell if it was just rain running down his face anymore. His heart felt like it was being held in a vice grip, being forced to become smaller and smaller inside of his chest. The rain beat down upon the top of his raincoat seeming like a drum in his ears. Through the blur of tears and rain, he spotted the tall gates of the Kujo estate. 

He didn't wish to burden Holly, but he had nowhere else to go. No extended family and no other people who knew besides his boyfriend. He sighs deeply, and with his Stand carrying any boxes he couldn't behind him in a wavy train of tendrils - he walked up to the gate: opening it with a creaking shriek. He winces. it definitely needs to be oiled or something. He could help out around the house during his stay here. He walks up to the front door, and even before his hand touches the frame it swings open aggressively: revealing Holly with a basket of dirty laundry. 

"Oh!" she cries out a bit as she nearly runs into the redhead, and she backs up. Her blue gaze sweeps over the boxes, and a deep set frown forms on her features. "Oh, dear what happened?" 

"Well..." Kakyoin feels his face heat up with shame and guilt, if he had just kept Jotaro a secret: none of this would have happened. "My family doesn't -- they -- I..." he cursed the wavering in his voice, and how the words seem to be choked out of him. 

Understanding came across Holly's features. For the first time since meeting the kindhearted woman he saw anger in her face, as she spoke. "Those wretched -" she paused and took a deep breath, calming down. "Come inside dear, we have plenty of room for you here. And I'm sure Jotaro will be stoked to have you here for good." 

Despite the situation, Noriaki couldn't help but smile softly at the thought. Jotaro would be esatic for sure - so maybe there was some good to this. Holly calls our for her son, and as the redhead steps into the large house, he can see the woman talking to Jotaro softly. He can see the taller's entire body tense muscles clenching together along his arms:  he feels himself flush a bit. Sometimes he forgets just how handsome his lover is without even trying. He can hear a deep growl grumble from Jotaro's throat, though the words are inaudible from where Kakyoin stands as he hangs his soaked jacket. 

By the time Jotaro walks over to Kakyoin, he seems to be as calm as can be: likely the miracle work of his mother. "So...you have a choice: either share my room or have your own." 

The ginger doesn't have to think about it for long, "I'd like to share your room." 

"Good choice," the Joestar shares a rare grin with Kakyoin,though the shorter man guesses it's not so rare to see him smile these days. As they carry boxes to Jotaro's room Noriaki notices a man sitting in the living room, a bottle of whiskey sitting beside him as the TV blares some sappy soap-opera. He furrows his brows, is that his boyfriend's father? He doesn't look like he expected. He expected some sofiticated man who likes to play music, the man in the living room with long-unruly black hair and a five o'clock shadow was not that.