What if Kakyoin was a much nicer and much less dramatic kid before, but the fleshbud had a bleeding effect and infected him with some of DIO's Mean Bitch Affliction?
Found some stray Noriakis in my folder. The second one is technically a redraw of his introduction in the anime (I love how edgy he is despite looking like a walking cherry).
Also both of these suckers are fleshbud Noriakis so sociopath baby time. I will fight for this.
Yo, it's near Halloween, so I'd love to see your take on Dio and Kakyoin's first meeting for that fanfic request. Sexy vampires, horror, flesh buds, all that good stuff.
(ohoho i couldnt not do this one! Sorry for the long length haha)
Ah, dammit. It looked like Noriaki had lost his way.
He didn’t know how exactly it had happened, nor where exactly the sight of his parents had faded into the crowded marketplace- or even how the crowded marketplace had given way to an empty stone labyrinth- but somehow Noriaki had lost track of time and wandered a little too far off from the main streets. Now he found himself in a dim set of alleyways, mapless and alone, as the once overbearing heat of the sun began to wane and dip behind the old stone of Cairo that bespoke of a long history. It was a history that he might have taken the time to immerse himself in, trying to piece together the kinds of architecture from one of the many pamphlets or books he had back in the hotel room, had the night been so quickly approaching. Noriaki stepped into another, equally empty alley.
Mother would begin to get worried, soon enough. His parents worried and worried and worried some more on a normal day, with no clue as to the guardian that appeared and coiled itself around Noriaki’s shoulders protectively. While the three of them were in a foreign land? That concern was simply ramped up eleven notches, and Noriaki was already beginning to dread the stern telling off he was going to get once he found his way again. If not back to his parents, then back to the hotel. Noriaki found a corner that seemed familiar- had he passed it already?
That is, if he could begin to get out of this maze- it seemed to be getting more convoluted all the time, as if every stone was scuttling around behind his back to transform the way he’d come into an entirely new direction not found on any mortal compass. The alleyway he was in was silent and still as death, with nothing to greet him but the sound of his own footsteps tapping tapping tapping on the cobbles. As his way grew more dim, the light waning until a deep, yawning abyss awaited him, his dearest companion shed light on the situation. Noriaki turned a corner. He honestly didn’t know if the radioactive green glow helped matters- it simply made the path that lay ahead more ominous, blackened and burned. As if the landscape had long gone up in flames.
There was the sharp sound of claws scratching along the stone. Noriaki’s heart skipped a beat as he turned his head around, preparing an Emerald Splash- but there was nothing there. Nothing except the tail end of a rat hurrying away into the yawning blackness of two separate paths behind him. Had that second path always been there, or had that been the path in a previous fork in the road that he had neglected? He swallowed thickly, and tried not to think about going in circles. There had to be some way out of this.
He continued forwards for a long while, legs moving automatically forward as his friend stretched partially ahead. Noriaki watched as the last of the light flickered behind the stone walls before retreating, leaving him in a dim darkness with nothing but soft green to color the slowly narrowing walls of what he soon found to be buildings. Buildings seemed to stretch on around him for eternity, and would likely remain for just as long, and each and every one of them only held a palpable abyss behind each and every threshold. Noriaki stepped and stepped and stepped forward, trying to quiet his own footsteps against the suffocating silence that hung around him like a dark cloud.
There should have been someone around here. In a city as populous as Cairo, there had to be at least one soul here, someone who lived or worked or existed. But when Noriaki paused for a moment to catch his breath, harsh and gasping from his throat, he still heard nothing except his own strange wheezing. He hadn’t been running- merely walking quickly. Now that he couldn’t see the sunlight anymore, it was getting to be rather worrisome. Who knew what could be lurking, if he stopped and paid it any mind. Noriaki took a deep breath, found his center, and began to walk again.
The emerald glow on the cobbles around him began to mix with the far off color of embers in the distance, but Noriaki couldn’t see what lay ahead very well. He dispelled his friend, mumbling a quiet apology to him, and allowed the alleyway (more like a tunnel, at this point, with how far up the buildings twisted away from him and into the skyline, overbearing, crushing) to grow dark around him. Through the isolating black, he could make out the barest hint of yellow, peeking out at Noriaki like stars against the bubbling ink of nothingness.
There was a sudden crash behind him and Noriaki twirled around quickly, summoning his friend and very quickly shoving as many projectiles as he possibly could towards the target behind him. The glimmering emeralds shone bright in the darkness, illuminating nothing more than an empty passageway and a window that had a suspiciously empty ledge. His friend slithered behind him to inspect, always keeping some strands of himself tied tight around Noriaki’s arm, and investigated- but it was only a clay pot shattered on the ground. Noriaki stood stock still for a moment, his heart thumping thumping thumping in his chest, and swallowed thickly. Then he turned back around and continued straight ahead, towards where the light lay.
The light could mean danger. He could be flying straight into a trap. Or Noriaki could- more likely- find someone ahead who could help him find his way out of the damn place, where everything was strange and stagnant and he couldn’t tell how much time had passed since he found himself there.
As he drew closer, he could make out the outline of torches, with the warm yellow light mixing with his creature’s glow. His friend wrapped a tentacle around his wrist and tugged insistently, causing Noriaki to pause and look at him. The spirit pointed insistently in another direction, towards where a narrow little crevice lay, and Noriaki’s brow furrowed. “I don’t know if I’d even be able to fit in there.” His wrist was tugged more fiercely, and the crevice was pointed at more insistently as his friend drew closer, trying to puff up and appear more intimidating.
“What is with you?” Noriaki asked, prying his wrist away from the spirit’s hold. “I doubt that’s going to actually lead us anywhere- don’t get huffy with me. If there’s someone ahead, they can point us in the correct direction.” His spirit shook his head, eyes fixed on that crevice, and Noriaki rolled his own before turning around. “Come back here- I’ll find a way from here on my own.” He could feel something aching and long suffering settle into his core as the green light diminished, leaving nothing but the faint fires just in front of Noriaki’s vision. Noriaki continued.
He walked alone for a strange amount of time through the corridor where not even the torches could take away from the coils of darkness that nipped at his ankles. He passed by points of warmth, but all it did was force Noriaki to feel the sudden chill more acutely, to feel how every hair on the back of his neck raised. The lights continued to pass in the corners of Noriaki’s vision, and he felt that perhaps he was dazzled by them, but he couldn’t be sure. He wasn’t stopping. He continued forwards, onward, towards the next pair of torches.
Then there was a sickly sweet smell that wafted through the air. It was all very faint at first- just the barest hint of perfume, something that along with the lights left him lightheaded. The corridor seemed to simply be getting narrower and narrower, the flickering flames causing shadows to dance along the edges of his vision like spectres reaching their hands out for him, to try and pull him backwards. Noriaki wasn’t able to look back. He didn’t know why, but turning back, seeing whatever hid in the shadows and gently tapped tapped tapped along after him, would be enough to make his frantically beating heart stop dead in his chest.
There were stories that he used to read, when he was young- stories about people who saw something so frightening that they died on the spot. He used to laugh at the very notion of something like that, of something so terrifying that it cut life short, but now he could truly see where that fear came from. His heart drummed against his ribcage, banging over and over and over as if begging to be let out so that it could run in the opposite direction when Noriaki was too enraptured in his current path to do so. He was alone, and the walls were closing in around him, constricting his chest and forcing his lungs to press just as insistently against his chest as his heart did.
If he dropped dead here, that would be it. Noriaki would be all alone. He would have no one, with no one to mourn his death and no one to even realize his time had been cut short. At most, his parents would see that he’d gone missing, and then they would realize that their little strange burden was gone. Noriaki would be alone. He would be all alone.
The words stuck fast in his mind, each syllable clinging to him as he sped up, his pace going more rapid. Up ahead, there was the gentle light of the outside world to greet him. If he turned back, he would be alone. So his legs began to run, cutting through the darkness that raced past his legs and the fire that threatened to cut through his clothes. The sickly scent was getting thicker, clogging up the air with a deep, rich sweetness that left the taste of iron in his mouth. It was hiding something. There was something hiding in it, something raw and wrong, but Noriaki didn’t care. The opening to the alleyway was getting closer. He wouldn’t have to face being alone.
He ran. He ran and pushed past his wheezing breaths and the fog that began to take a hold of his mind. He ran and ignored his lungs as they thrashed against his chest in a potent, unrelenting mass of fear and a deep, aching loneliness. Noriaki ran further until the light of the moon overhead overtook the glow of the torches, illuminating the form of someone up ahead. There was someone here after all. Noriaki wasn’t alone. Noriaki wouldn’t be alone.
It was only when he’d finally left the alleyway that Noriaki realized he’d made a horrible mistake.
There were dozens of roses, spreading out along the ground in bramble upon bramble in thorny vines, catching the light of the reddened moon smelling so terribly sweet that it nearly choked Noriaki on the perfume. He had been right- the scent had been hiding something. That something were the bodies that lay in front of him, stone still. Noriaki’s heart stopped in his chest as his eyes caught the eternally frozen gaze of one man, his face frozen in pure agony as foam dripped from his still gaping mouth.
Noriaki only realized that his hands were shaking when he tried to bring them up to cover his mouth, and before he could scream out, his gaze was held captive by the figure in front of him. Against the backdrop of the night, with nothing illuminating his mammoth form except red and nothing at his feet but viscera and vines, the man in front of Noriaki was a sight. Bright orange eyes, unnatural in their glow and in how easily they commanded Noriaki’s attention, bore straight through him.
He tried to open his mouth to say something, but every word that tried to form on his tongue changed into sickly sweet syrup, covering his senses with roses and chill. Noriaki barely felt the creeping up his legs, keeping him anchored in place as he stared back at the murderer. There was nothing he could say anyway. What could he do- plead for his life? Beg him to wait just a moment, would you kindly, so that he could have his friend come out?
There was no waiting. Everything was heavy and sweet and he was frozen up in- fear. Cold, certain fear. It was the kind of fear that froze up every muscle, that caused his stomach to roil. If he could move, he might have just thrown up, but it seemed that not even the possible distraction of something disgusting could save him now, not when his spirit was just as frozen in place inside of him, just trying to keep Noriaki’s chest from imploding in on itself from the thumping thumping thumping of his own heart or the harsh breaths forcing their way out of his lungs-
It was too much. There was too much- his head was spinning and there was nothing he could do, nothing he could say, nowhere to run or hide or get away get away get away get away from me please I can’t take this-
The man stepped closer, a sculpted, alluring figure with teeth glinting in the light. Noriaki was working through a mind that was too muddled, and he couldn’t help but latch onto that fact- this man was beautiful, he knew, in some awful, terrifying way that made him want to vomit. He took another step forwards and the vines around Noriaki’s legs tightened, digging in with thorns that he couldn’t even feel. With that beautiful, devilish smile, Noriaki knew just one thing- he was sure to be next.
Another step taken, and then suddenly he was gone. Noriaki’s brain had no time to process when he felt warm air against his neck. He- the man, he was- he was in front of Noriaki, just before, there was no way that he could have gotten there that fast. There was no way he could be bringing a hand to Noriaki’s face, gently cupping it with fingers that were soft, so soft, and claws that threatened to tear his cheek wide open.
He wasn’t human. This man couldn’t be human. Noriaki’s heart kept beating faster and faster and faster still, falling into a staccato that left him dizzy as his eyes caught sight of the creature’s again. His gaze was taken, and his breath was stolen away immediately.
In that moment, there was nothing but sticky sweetness dripping through every pore of Noriaki’s body, the visage of the beautiful beast that looked at him with a face that seemed so unbearably gentle, and Noriaki alone. This was the end, with his heart thumpingthumpingthumping and his hands trembling, begging to every god he could think of, please make this quick please make this painless please please please don’t I don’t want to die I don’t want to die I don’t want to die I don’t want to die-
“Kakyoin-kun…”
His voice was so sweet against his ear, sultry and velvet smooth. It was so beautiful, and so low and dangerous, and it made Noriaki’s heart stop dead in his chest. “You have such lovely potential…” The words were sweet, just as sickly sweet as the roses or the fog of fear that clouded Noriaki’s every thought. How? How could this man say something like that? How did he know Kakyoin? How did he know Kakyoin’s name? It was too much, far too much and he didn’t know how long he could do this, be here like this, how long it would take before he was able to do something–
“Kakyoin… be my friend.”
The words were so out of place, especially coming from the man’s mouth in that tone of voice that sounded like pure sex. The putrid, pungent smell of roses and blood surrounded him, even moreso now that this being was there, staring holes through his very soul. This beast that could brutally eviscerate Noriaki, that could utterly destroy him and cast him into lonely darkness for the rest of eternity- he was asking Noriaki to be his friend. Such an innocent request, from the lips of what Noriaki knew to be a murderer. But everything was wrong. Everything had been turned upside down and inside out, and everything in his body felt like it wasn’t his own,
But it was what Noriaki wanted. He wanted it so badly- to have someone. To have anyone. So that when he died, he wouldn’t be alone, so that he would have someone, like his mother had his father, and his father had his mother. Like his peers and the people of every city, every country he’d ever seen, had at least fifty or a hundred someones, if not thousands of them. Maybe, if he agreed- maybe if he gave in to this sweet torture rolling throughout his entire body, and gave in to the soft caress on his cheeks, as if he was something precious, to be remembered, perhaps-
“Yes.” He whispered shakily, through his fear and loathing, and he felt such relief, such wonderful relief, as it passed his lips. “Yes, yes, yes yesyesyes, please-”
“Shh now,” The man told him, and Noriaki shuddered as a cold wave of fear passed over him, before forcing himself to still. If Noriaki didn’t do what he wanted, he might not want to be friends- and all things considered, dying alone was far too terrifying to even accept. “Shhh, Kakyoin-kun… I just need you to do something for me. Something very easy… You won’t even feel a thing.”
“I’ll do it.” He said automatically. He didn’t want to have this terrifying, beautiful monster angry with him- not when he looked so sweet and kind, tipping his chin up and smoothing his hair back.
“Good boy, Kakyoin-kun… I have a feeling that the both of us are going to be very close. Especially with that lovely spirit of yours.” Behind him, above his head, Noriaki could make out the shape of vines creeping up towards the sky, poising their petals towards him. A manic smile swept over his face, unable to stop himself- he was sure he pleased the divine being in front of him. He would get to live. He would live, and this time- he would be understood, finally, finally finally finally he wouldn’t be alone
Kakyoin was brushing his hair one night after waking up, when suddenly the comb came to a halt. As it had reached the end of his noodling bangs, it snagged on a lump at the end. Like the agitated tail of a cat, his hair seemed to whip in front of him. Noticing something at the tip, Kakyoin snapped his hand around the worming strands, pulling the mass in for a closer look. He let out a yelp and let go of the hair, staring in horror as it spiraled up in front of his face. There was a sharp pinecone like object, entangled in his rosy locks. The sight sent a chill down his spine. He believed he knew what it was, though he really did not want to admit it. A flesh bud had spawned from his own body, and its presence disturbed him greatly. Not sure if he should try to grab it or not, Kakyoin glanced around the room in a panic. The bud was causing his hair to squirm and it was freaking him out tremendously. After a minute of running around the place like a frightened child, he finally picked a plan of attack. Wielding a pair of chopsticks, Kakyoin painfully plucked the bud from his hair and crushed it between the sticks; dropping it in the toilet. He couldn’t let anyone know what had just transpired.
