got a plan for us (found a place for us)

by sandpapersnowman, sanguiniel

Summary:

His interest was piqued weeks ago, when Enya was still around. She’d been hopping around in a fervor, spitting and cursing over the coming invaders, whipping her hands back and forth in her frenzy. A photo spilled out of her sleeve, taken with Lord Dio’s abilities.

Kujo Jotaro.

A boy his age. A boy his age, and a threat to Lord Dio serious enough to send so many Stand users against him. Wasn’t that just something? It’s not impossible, obviously Kakyoin would know, but it was rare even before he destroyed nearly all of those users as the weeks wore on and his curiosity sharpened.

Technically, it’s D’Arby’s job to watch the entrance hall, but Kakyoin could go down a little early and help… The thought of wasting Jotaro to one of D’Arby’s puppets fills him with distaste.

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It happens too fast for any of them to stop it. Jotaro's foot is stuck. Is grabbed.

Is yanked.

The back of his head hits marble with a sick noise, a literally-blinding pain that leaves him blinking stars from his eyes, and he's dragged away from his grandfather and his friends before they've even noticed he's no longer beside them.

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Notes:

oh this got WILDLY out of control! cowritten by sandpapersnowman and sanguiniel! started with the intent of yandere kakyoin betraying dio for jotaro, and turned into uhhh a Lot!

PLEASE HEED THE TAGS: in addition to the general hostage situation kakyoin puts jotaro in, there's some manipulative and threatening behavior from him as well. if you need to ask for warnings on something specific, feel free to comment here or ask at sandpapersnowman.tumblr.com/ask

title from Big Data's Dangerous, and chapter titles just kinda bastardized with Autoheart's Stalker's Tango in mind

Chapter 1: situation's strange (love me)

There’s four of them altogether.

Well. Four of them, and one little dog, but Kakyoin isn’t interested in that thing. He only cares about one of the people standing outside.

His interest was piqued weeks ago, when Enya was still around. She’d been hopping around in a fervor, spitting and cursing over the coming invaders, whipping her hands back and forth in her frenzy. A photo spilled out of her sleeve, taken with Lord Dio’s abilities. Kakyoin had picked it up and gotten his first glimpse at what would become a budding obsession.

Kujo Jotaro.

A boy his age. A boy his age, and a threat to Lord Dio serious enough to send so many Stand users against him. Wasn’t that just something? It’s not impossible, obviously Kakyoin would know, but it was rare even before he destroyed nearly all of those users as the weeks wore on and his curiosity sharpened.

It’s a thought that would probably get him in trouble, but Kakyoin’s been hoping they would make it this far so he could see Jotaro with his own eyes. If only for a moment. Long enough to enjoy him before he has to die for Lord Dio’s sake.

He’s even more handsome in person, although Kakyoin’s still looking from a distance, of course. Unsmiling, just like in the picture. So serious. Every inch of his muscled frame is filled with tension.

Hm. Maybe he could do something about that. Technically, it’s D’Arby’s job to watch the entrance hall, but Kakyoin could go down a little early and help… The thought of wasting Jotaro to one of D’Arby’s puppets fills him with distaste.

Yes. Yes, he’ll go help indeed.