H e a r t ♡ S h a p e d ♡ C h e r r y -- { J o t a K a k } (DISCONTINUED)

{ S i c k }

"What the hell are you playing at?"

"I just...I just want to talk."

"I don't have anything to discuss with you. You probably get off just by hearing my voice, you pervert."

"I fucking don't."

"Liar."

Jotaro let out a sigh, gripping the door, hard. He wasn't in the mood for this. "...just..fucking stop. I just want to talk, is that too much to fucking ask for, you uptight son of a bitch?"

"I don't have time to talk to lowlife perverts like you."

"Quit it, Kakyoin." His voice was steady, yet filled to the brim with a threat.

"Oh, sorry, did I hurt your feelings? Must not be pleasant, especially since you have a crush on me."

"I said quit it."

"I don't have to listen to someone like you."

And that was the straw that snapped the camel's back.

Jotaro suddenly lashed out his fist, making contact with Kakyoin's stomach. He felt satisfied by the faint crack sound he heard.

Kakyoin choked up a bit of blood as he went stumbling back. Once he regained his senses, he glanced up at Jotaro with a cold glare before clocking him in the face.

The recoil was small, but it still hurt like all hell. He clenched his teeth, before calling out, "STAR PLATINUM!"

In response, the other boy shouted, "HIEROPHANT GREEN!"

The two stands glared at each other, until Star Platinum forced Hierophant Green onto the ground, though not before being assaulted by a fusillade of emeralds.

From the force, Kakyoin coughed up near a handful of blood. "You..."

"You were harder to defeat with the fleshbud, what happened?" Jotaro mocked, glaring daggers at the boy on the floor.

"Bastard..."

Jotaro entered the room, towering over his body. He "oh-so gently" placed his foot on his chest, pressing his heel into his ribs. "So which ribs would you like to keep?" he asked, his tone dark. "Pick two," he held up two fingers in emphasis.

"As if you'd break my- GAAAAH!-"
There was a sickening crack and a splatter of blood from Noriaki's mouth.

"Well, guess not that one," he shrugged.

"You...sick bastard..."

"So I'm the sick bastard now? Even though you were the one to invalidate my existence, to belittle my every move, constantly taunt me about my sexuality, and even verbally abuse me? I'm the sick bastard, even though I was the victim in this?" Jotaro let out a dry laugh. "The sick bastard here is none other than you, Noriaki Kakyoin," he pointed straight at him. "And I'm a great judge of character."

"...Jotaro..."

"What?"

"...you're...crying."