I really enjoy writing all these little one-shots, they really give me something to do while I'm working.

Pairing: Kakyoin Noriaki/Reader

Rating: T

JoJo's Bizarre Adventure belongs to Hirohiko Araki.

You felt cold, there was no warmth in your life anymore.

You wanted to feel happy again, you wanted to be that girl in love once more. It had started out good really, you had been a lucky girl who found the man of her dreams. You were in love, a mad love, and you thought that nothing would ever break that love. Your boyfriend at the time had toyed with the idea of marriage, and you were more than ready to settle down and start a family.

But what you got instead was a burning rage inside of you.

Ah, you had worked at a sandwich shop in Morioh, called St Gentleman. Every day was filled with warmth and it felt right, then you met a man with bright red hair and cool green eyes. He had tried to flirt with you at first, but you explained that you had a loving relationship with your boyfriend. You thought that the man would back off but he didn't; he came by every single day to buy a sandwich. Sometimes with friends or sometimes he would show up alone, but he always gave you a small flirtatious smile and a tip. You remembered how his eyes had scars on them, and you told your boyfriend, so he could watch out for you on your shifts.

That turned out to be your downfall.

You never learned the red head man's name, nor did you care to learn. Though he knew everything about you and soon the little tips turned into little gifts. You would ignore them as they came; flowers thrown in the trash and chocolates wasted all on you. Then he began to give you little envelopes, all with your name on them and inside were picture of you in various places. Some of them came from showering, while others were of you having sex with your boyfriend. His face blacked out with a pen, and little hearts drawn around a lewd face you made.

You never felt safe around him, and then one envelope made you feel fear.

He knew your address, your full name, your birthday, and when you got off work. So you had walked home with a small knife in your purse, hoping to defend yourself if need be. But the damage had been done, your apartment door was slightly open when you got home. The bright blue paint had a small smear of red on it and you ran in, not thinking clearly.

Your boyfriend was no where to be seen but you could see the signs of a struggle everywhere; chairs and vases were broken, the couch overturned, and small indents in the walls. "Sweetheart? Honey!" you cried out, you were frantic. You held your knife out and inched into the once bright home; you followed the path of destruction down halls leading to your bedroom.

There he lay on the ground, gasping for air and coughing up blood. You made two mistakes in the span of a second; one, you dropped your knife. Two, you didn't check to see if the person who hurt him was still in the room. You cried as you pressed your hands to the wounds on his neck, hoping to stop the bleeding. "Do-Don't worry baby! I'll get help, you'll be fine. You'll be fine," you cried over and over again.

His dimming eyes widened when he spotted movement from behind you and weakly tried to push you away.

"Mo-move!" but you didn't and when you turned to see what he saw your eyes widened. The redhead was quick to punch you in the face and you fell away from your boyfriend; his dying body was the last memory you would ever have of him.

Waking up you were shackled to a bed post, unable to do anything other than sit up. Your eyes were covered with a silken cloth and you cried out; unable to see anything around you. Memories of the time before coming back slowly enough that you began to freak out, unsure if that man was there or not. You cried for help, but none would come.

"I'm really hurt," was the first thing out of your captor's mouth, "You really must love hurting me don't you."

You heard footsteps get closer to you and you fought against the chains holding you down, and the man tsked unhappily. "Even now you still want to hurt me, trying to get away from the love that I have to give," a cold hand brushed your cheek and you recoiled from the touch.

"Well, if you want to hurt me then I guess, I have to hurt you. It's only fair, really."

The sound of a butterfly knife popping open was not one that you could forget really, nor was the burning sensation on you body as the man cut you up. Your pleas fell on deaf ears as warmth left your body; small and shallow cuts lined your thighs in horizontal fashion. Crisscrossing in some areas but enough to sting every time you moved your legs. Slender fingers held yours apart as he cut in the webbing between each finger as close as he could get to the knuckle. He did the same with your toes and even ran the sharp blade along the underside of your chin. Enough to tease but not enough to cut.

"What's my name darling? Tell me and I'll stop."

But you couldn't tell him because you didn't know, and he sighed unhappily. The pressure on the butterfly knife increased and you cried out begging for him to stop, but he didn't really. He made you hurt like he promised that he would and you could only weep from the pain radiating through your body. "Why?" you asked when he finally stopped after what seemed like hours.

He only hummed in response, not answering you.

"Why are you doin' this to me? I don't even know who you are!", the blood on your body didn't feel warm anymore. It felt cold and you were shivering.

The man held you in his arms, marveling the sight you must make and simply stated, "Because I love you, and you ignored me for so long. And I, Kakyoin Noriaki, will not be ignored like that."

He paused and wiped at your face delicately, "Not by you at least, I love you." The knife popped open again and the cloth was pulled down from your eyes, the blade resting right above them causing you to cry hysterically. He took great care in slicing your eyelids and smiling softly when he was done. You could hear him moving about the room and opening drawers but you didn't care.

You were hurting too much to care.

Kakyoin was kind enough to bandage you up starting with your eyes, "Don't want these to get infected, do we?" He was careful when messing with your head and wrapped gauze around your head to cover your eyes liberally. He giggled a little breathlessly, "We'll match soon enough."

You shivered in the cold air and he covered you in the bedding from the bed, it still smelled like your blood. The iron tang sticking to the back of your throat. You bit back a sob, hoping that Kakyoin wouldn't hear you as he busied himself.

How could this happen? Everything was going fine in your life and you finally felt warm again. Not with heat or love or some shit like that, you felt an anger and a hatred that you've never felt before.

"I'll fucking kill you one day."

You could almost hear Kakyoin smile as he chuckled, "Babe, I'd expect nothing more from you."

You could bide your time, quite easily actually.

After all.

What more could you possibly lose?

I like the idea of Kakyoin loving the little marks and cuts that he would make on his loved one. I also love the idea of the reader in question feeling a burning hatred instead of my usual, simpering acceptance. This is someone who has everything to gain and nothing else to really lose. I might add onto this in the future.

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