An Unhealthy Obsession

Rule Nine

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(Y/N)'s Complete Guide to Achieving Success

Rule Nine of Ten:

'You can play the waiting game.'

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Kakyoin couldn't stop his fingers tapping against the wooden table top, each drum against the solid surface ringing out in the near to silent room giving it some form of atmosphere, even if that was the annoying type.

But Noriaki Kakyoin just couldn't sit still, and this was apparent from the now feverish tapping of his hands. The usually organised honour student, pulled taunt with tension and a painfully obvious anxiety which was slowly becoming apparent to the other people in the room. Who, like he was, were meant to be working.

Kakyoin saw, from the corner of his eye, the way you would glance up at him before returning back to reading, pulled out of your concentration by the all the noise he was making. A somewhat confused look as well upon your face, mouth contorting into a familiar scowl while you continued with work.

He knew that you knew.

That you knew something was different with him.

That he was acting suspicious, so to say, that there was something that wasn't quite right.

And Kakyoin, although how disheartened, had to agree with you.

You were right, something was bothering him.

He just couldn't just get it out of his head, that little naggle in the back cavities of his brain, that constant curiosity that had never come of anything good. Kakyoin knew it was a bad idea, but he had thrown away all care a long time ago, he just couldn't help it, he needed to know what was in that book of yours.

He shifted in his chair, the materiel squealing in protest under his weight, Kakyoin couldn't stay still. It was driving him completely mad, all these strange hints you had been dropping, the photograph he had found stuffed between the pages. The way you would protectively push your bag behind your legs whenever you saw him looking. The odd little things you would say, and then completely contradict with your not so subtle actions.

Kakyoin even saw it slightly in the stoic delinquent on the other side of the room, he could sense it in the air. There was something different between the two of you, and he was being left out of all of the fun.

He sighed, writing slowing to a steady trickle, the words falling from his pen in a heavy drip. Kakyoin just couldn't think of a way to get anywhere near your bag, not after last time at least. The same old trick wouldn't work twice, he had to be more clever about it.

Fastening the lid back on his pen with a click Kakyoin stood, excusing himself to the bathroom, he needed to think of a plan and quickly. He had been given the perfect opportunity with this project, the timing couldn't be anymore spectacular. Everything was in precise order, giving him the exact gateway, to quench his nagging curiosity. Things couldn't be better.

As Kakyoin wondered down the hallway of the Kujo residence, he sorted through his thoughts, each one just a lump of tattered ideas, not quite completely formed or secure. He needed time to made sure whatever his brain would spew out, would actually be a finite defined idea, and not a rushed heat of a moment.

There was no time to loose, he had to know what was going on. With Jotaro, with Hana, with Tamaki, because his gut told him that everything that had gone on during the past few weeks was little more than just pure coincidence. And he had a pretty good idea about who was at the centre of it all.