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        There were perks to a willing, lonely housewife.

        Shinobu could not have been easier to coerce. A long day of wish-fulfillment soap operas on the television already tainted her mind with unrealistic expectations of romance, love, and lust. Yoshikage had picked up on this fact while carefully monitoring her one weekend. These were the men she aspired to be married to and yet had been stuck with Kosaku Kowajiri.

        So why not ingratiate himself to her by playing on that?

        It was late in the night. Hayato, the little psychopath, was likely asleep. He had gone to his room hours ago. Shinobu was curled up on the couch, watching a late-night soap with glazed-over eyes while he barely paid attention to the tail end of the newspaper. No chance could have presented itself better.

        Yoshikage folded his paper loosely and set it aside. Sure steps - did Kosaku ever walk with such things? - led him to the couch and he knelt on the floor before it. Shinobu’s gaze pulled itself from the flickering television screen, still glazed and unfocused.

        “Kosaku?”

        He smiled. She was so naive, and it had its charm. Yoshikage took one of her hands and lifted it to his lips. First, the back of he knuckles. They were soft, barely creased. Housewife hands, the sort who wore gloves when washing dishes and moisturized afterward. The soft scent of Curel still lingered on her skin...

        She made a soft sound of surprise as he gently splayed her fingers and kissed the pads of each. Of course, her husband had never wooed her. These actions existed, to her, only on the other side of the television and were performed by fictional people.

        It would only make her easier to manipulate.

        Yoshikage laced his fingers with hers, and his other hand gently pushed up the hem of her sundress. Kisses, no longer reserved for her knuckles and fingers, found their way to her knee. He nudged her knee with his nose and, wordlessly, Shinobu began to uncurl. Her legs parted enough for him to take control again, and oh, did he.

        He guided one of her legs over his shoulder and his lips moved up the inside of her thigh. Her breath hitched, and he smirked against soft, pale skin. Poor thing must think she was dreaming. Well, why not make it a pleasant dream? Why not let it leave a lingering impact? Why not have her return to it while he was at work, and the Psychopath was at school, and the dramas on the television were simply not enough anymore?

        His hand released hers, and he pulled down the cotton of her underwear down her thighs, past her knees. The garment fell uselessly to the floor, and Yoshikage wasted no time in taking advantage of that. Broad hands gripped slender hips and pulled them closer to the edge of the couch. Her fingers slipped through his hair, and he relished how they tightened as he tasted her. Soft, a little musky. Different, but not entirely unpleasant. In fact, he could easily get used to this.

        “Kosaku...” Shinobu’s soft sigh was muted further by her thighs. The name was not his, but how could he not enjoy the desperation that was so clearly directed at him? He could feel her heel digging into his back, trying to pull him closer without words.

        Why not oblige? Why not torment?

        Yoshikage pulled from her and began to undo his trousers while his eager, physically-starved almost-wife scrambled to pull him back in. He finally did succumb and pushed her back against the couch, his lips finding their way to her neck. His hips found their way between her legs. Shinobu’s eagerness for anything passing for affection caused her to cling, and she made it all the easier to slip into her.

        She dug into his back, and his breath hitched. It had been too long since his last relationship. Besides, there was something nice about a visceral response to him. Hands could only do so much...

        He pulled one of her hands from his back and laced his fingers with it. It would read just romantic enough for her, and the contact with slim, delicate fingers only helped spur him on. The couch springs creaked in protest as he thrust into her, head bowed and buried in her neck. Easy to bite, to nip, to leave marks. If that little piece of shit was not already at the stairs, listening to her gasps and moans, he would certainly have something to look at the next morning.

        “Shinobu,” he whispered as her legs tightened around his hips. Yoshikage turned his head, kissed the back of her hand, and let his lips linger. Should he keep going? Should he pull out, finish himself beneath her skirt, let her thigh catch it? Or, should he give in? What was the worst that could happen? Nothing he could not take care of. Nothing that he could not twist to his advantage.

        So, why stop?

        A low groan formed in his throat, and he muted it with a kiss to her lips. It was not tender; self-satisfaction and power were hidden within it. The rhythm he had set up that caused the springs to squeak was abandoned as her moans rose in pitch, and he began to seek out his own end. Her hand squeezed his and he felt her shudder...

        Oh, he had always been weak for a shuddering, writhing woman.

        Yoshikage pressed his lips to her cheek and exhaled sharply, eyes firmly closed as he reached his own climax within her. Was it always this hard to catch his breath? Were women always so breathless? Or were they simply two beings too starved to remember what intimacy actually felt like?

        He kissed her temple, smelling Shinobu’s shampoo and sweat, feeling her heartbeat through the veins within. It was a minute or two before he pulled out, brushed auburn bangs from in front of her face, and pulled his trousers back up.

        “I’m going to clean up,” he said, standing to finish dressing. “Come to bed sometime?” And, without waiting for an answer, he walked away. 

        Halfway up the stairs, he saw the diminutive, creeping form of Hayato, and smirked. So the little creep had been listening. Good. Let him witness this and see it as a sign of dominance. Yoshikage finished climbing the stairs, his gaze steadily lingering on the young cretin as he passed by.

        “You should be in bed,” he said simply before walking past. There was nothing else to say. His confident aura said the rest.

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Yoshikage Kira JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure: Diamond Is Unbreakable

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Tonio’s face brightened up at the business card Kowajiri pressed into his hands, and he took it eagerly, looking down at his information. He was determined to commit it to memory. “–I’ll be sure to contact you, Kowajiri-san! But please–give me a moment. I should give you my number too,” he said, suddenly flustered now that he realised he hadn’t prepared any business cards of his own.

All of the ones he had were written in Italian–and remnants of his brief time trying to find a place at a ristorante back at his homeland. He took a piece of paper from the side and scribbled down his own details for his friend, passing it to him before the man left.

It was only after seeing his friend off that Tonio rushed into his kitchen to begin experimenting with the cut of meat his friend had brought him. An acidic hunk of meat that was surprisingly lean… there were so many possibilities and experiments that he needed to conduct before he could finally make something for Virgina to try out–and to see whether it truly cured her. Would it be the most nutritious to grill this? Or to roast it? Perhaps, to puree it and to eat it as a spread? To make it a la tartare, or as a carpaccio? To make it the base of a stew or a soup? It would only become apparent hours later, when he finally put together a small serving of beautifully braised meat with servings of roasted vegetables.

The natural sweetness of the meat, rich and hearty with a certain tenderness that was similar to veal, made for a perfect complement with the mild bitterness of the brussel sprouts and kale–and the sauce that had been made with the reduced braising liquid was utterly sublime. He didn’t know if it would cure Virgina of her brain tumour–but regardless, the taste of hope was something he couldn’t thank Kowajiri enough for.

Perhaps he could cook Kowajiri a serving of his own?

         Curiosity and paranoia would be his downfall, Yoshikage was certain of this. The longer he went without hearing from Tonio, the more anxious he became. This matter should not be on his mind as he sat behind his desk, staring at the pad of paper with lists and numbers and sales figures...

        But what about the meat? The human flesh he had passed onto the unsuspecting chef? It had been his pure, morbid, damnable curiosity that caused him to offer the olive branch and disturb his normal routine. Could science, when mixed with the power of a healing stand, be supplemented? Stands were fascinating things, after all; Killer Queen was one of the most interesting things he had ever encountered.

        Lunch came, and Yoshikage carefully entered the number that Tonio had given him into his phone. He had to know. He had to! Would he even get through during the lunch rush?

        “Trussardi-san?”

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Ahh these are a couple months old too, I had colored some quick late night sketches of Kira and Killer Queen to practice!

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YOSHIKAGE KIRA & KILLER QUEEN · COLORS

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Curious Cat

So sometime last year I made some sketches of Killer Queen messing around in the bathroom and didn’t finish any of them because they were utterly ridiculous, but I had found this one again last December and redrew it because why not! It’s not very appetizing haha, I’m very sorry!

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Resident Bad Man and his cat

Older late night doodles because I sometimes twitch with a craving to draw Kosaku’s hair and I don’t know why

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Original art by DD Amozon

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Tonio shook his head, smiling fondly. He reached out with a free hand, placing it on Kowajiri’s shoulder and squeezing it affectionately. “As much as I’d wish to believe that humans help one another–you probably know just as well as I do that altruism isn’t common. You’re truly kind, Kowajiri-san. I’m blessed to have met you.”

He then paused, before adding, “It’s late–and you said that you have things to do. I’ll contact you in the morning, to let you know what happens. Again, thank you so much. I couldn’t possibly repay you for this.”

There was so much experimentation he needed to do before he allowed Virgina to try this.

        “Of course.” He paused. How would the chef try to contact him without a pager number? Yoshikage reached into his pocket and pulled out a small silver business-card holder before pulling one from it. Under this name, no other way would work.         A good thing he had kept the dead man’s pager and committed it to his ensemble.

        “Please accept this. It has my number on it, in the event you wish to contact me.” He offered the card formally, with both hands, and gave a shallow bow. “Thank you for your business.”

        And now, he waited, to see if his curiosity was ultimately sated. Waiting would be done at home, enjoying a quiet night in with his newest paramour.

        She did have lovely hands...

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Hayato scowled at the response he was given. How this man had managed to trick anyone into thinking he was really Kousaku Kowajiri was beyond him, but even his mother didn’t seem to notice… Or she just didn’t care, swept up in the sudden change in her ‘husband’.

“Can you get me the first aid kit then?” He hated how his height limited his independence. He wasn’t feeling stable enough to climb a chair to reach what he needed. “And an ice pack…”

He didn’t want to ask this man for help but the pain throbbing through his body made his pride less capable of getting in the way. He could pretend for the moment that he was just a normal child with a normal father.

        First aid kit? Ice pack? 

        Yoshikage lowered his newspaper and finally gave the boy - Hayato -  a proper look-over. The mood and blood were not the products of normal play. Ha, as if anything about this child was normal. Regardless, they were the results of something much more sinister. Children could be such cruel little beasts.

        He set the paper side and stood from the chair. “Go to the bathroom. Wash up. I’ll be in with the first aid kit.” What else was he supposed to do? Let the rugrat stay standing in the house in all his filth? What would Shinobu say if she woke and saw that?

        “Put your clothes in the hamper, too.” Imagine having to get those stains out! Yoshikage almost shuddered as he reached up into the cabinet and pulled down the first aid kit. One bag of frozen peas from the freezer later, and he walked to the bathroom.

        How ironic that this time he was attempting to heal instead of kill in this environment.

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NOTICE: Hiatus 1/14  - 1/19

Going out of state for a conference! See you all later!

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Sorry I disappeared!

I’m still active here, I promise! I can safely blame my activity drop on a new blog in a surprisingly busy fandom!

Please bear with me! Your friendly neighborhood serial killer will still be here <3

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“Poe and Wilde, got it.” she noted; gaze flickering briefly to her bag where she considered writing them down in case she forgot, but thought better of it to engage further in the conversation; lips turned upwards in a holding smile. “ – I’m sure for as famous as they were, the libraries here should have their work. If not, well, not to worry.”

For the family connections the Joestars have, getting two English books in Japan would be a cinch. Holy paused, catching that brief surprise on his face, but thought nothing of it. Perhaps he just simply didn’t expect her to ask about his cat, which was entirely reasonable.

“Kira?” she inquired. Now that was an interesting name. Her smile almost dropped a little, but held it’s friendly charm. Once more, Holy took the benefit of the doubt. A case of investing so much time into a particular subject and then one would end up seeing or hearing it any and everywhere.

“ – What an adorable name, for a no doubt adorable cat.” If only she knew. “He sounds like the perfect companion!”

Holy hummed slightly, at first deciding if she should answer earnestly or commit to a non-answer. Speaking of her loneliness was.. a little more of a personal topic than she’d like, no matter how open and friendly with strangers Holy tried to be. It was something that bothered her and thus it was something she was determined to keep wrapped up and hidden away in herself.

But she supposed it was an innocent enough question and answered honestly. “ – I’ve considered adopting a pet, not necessarily a cat. Canaries, actually. But.. I don’t know, I’ve never really dealt with animals before aside from the one off stray cat that jumped into my garden and my parents never owned a pet either.”

She decided to edge the topic back onto him again, if only to move it away from her. “Is it difficult to look after one? A cat, I mean. You must work full-time and there’s no problems with Kira?”

        “Both were incredibly popular. I doubt you have any trouble at all.”

        The name caused her friendly smile to falter a little. It was telling if one knew what they were looking for. Ahh, so Jotaro and his entourage had a name to go by, but no face. A little more than he wanted, but it was enough to let him rest somewhat easily.

        “He is. And, at first, I was concerned as well. But he is well-behaved, independent, relatively self-reliant. He does well on his own, but when I get home... he is affectionate and a wonderful companion.” How strange to speak of Killer Queen in such a way! And yet... none of it was false. 

        Holly spoke about getting a bird and he gave an unhelpful, noncommittal shrug. He had no input on the matter. No one he knew had ever had a bird as a pet, and they were far too noisy for his own tastes.

        “Well, I wish you all the best in that endeavor, Mrs. Kujo. I know nothing about domestic birds, so I’m afraid I can’t help at all-”

        Yoshikage was cut off by a soft beeping in his pocket. He gave a sheepish look and reached into the pocket to grab his pager. Damn the thing! Blue eyes glanced over the small screen and he gave a dismayed sigh.

        “I’m sorry, but my day off seems to have been cut short. I need to call the office. Apparently, there are some numbers that did not quite add up.” He stood from the table and rolled his shoulders to loosen them.

        “I hope you enjoy your time here in Morioh, Mrs. Kujo. This really is a lovely place with many opportunities to enjoy one’s self.” He nodded. “If you will kindly excuse me, I must go.”

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Reimi gingerly took the offered flowers and brought them close to her. They were beautiful and the gesture meant so much. She was glad she’d gotten so close to him, with Kira right there to comfort her in the darkest time of her life. 

“They told me its a miracle that I survived. My spine and lungs were missed and help came before I bled out. I haven’t really had the chance to feel the pain yet. Shock… And now I’m flooded with pain killers.” She knew that wasn’t what he meant. Of course she wasn’t feeling the best physically with the flurry of stab wounds in her back. But it was easier for her to talk about that then how much she had lost. She still hadn’t entirely processed it and it wasn’t hard to repeat the facts she had been told. 

“I’m not gonna be able to wear backless shirts anymore…” She attempted to joke but there wasn’t any humor in her voice. She sounded like a ghost of the joyful girl she usually was. Happiness was so far beyond her reach now.

She looked down at the sterile white sheets that covered her. Reimi couldn’t keep her tears back. The best she could do was just barely keep herself from sobbing as tears repeated their tracks down her cheeks.

        If he could have avoided hurting her, he would have. He would have left her alone, unharmed. But if it had been only her parents, then there might have been a concern as to his motives. If he had not attacked Reimi, the idea that it was only her parents that were the target would be prevalent, and his ability to avoid persecution would be in jeopardy.

        It hurt to see her shoulders shake and tears roll down her cheeks. He had hurt her... but it needed to be done. It needed to be done, or else they would not have a chance to stay together.

        Yoshikage reached out and gently took her hand, placing his atop it, as she cried. Could he hug her? He wanted to embrace her, but he knew exactly where that wound was. Would holding her so carefully as to avoid it give that away? But what she had done was tell him it was her back, and told him was was not hit despite him having done so deliberately. The easiest solution was to avoid touching it all-together.

        So he gave her hand a squeeze in an attempt to be comforting, and let his remorse at having to attack her shine through to be mistaken for genuine heartbreak at her reaction.

        “Reimi...” His voice was soft, barely audible over her sobbing. “Cry all you need. You’ve... you’ve been hurt. I’ll be here. I won’t go.”

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He wouldn’t have to put much effort to ignore it for long, for the longer the flower remained floating atop the liquid, the more it began to fade and seemingly dissolve into the lemonade. By no means the way a natural flower should and it’s ability would be impossible to tell at face-value, but Holy was merely using it rather innocuously. To chase away the last vestiges of sleep clinging to her eyes, why not a nice refreshing and healing tonic?

“Oh, I see. Are there any books you would personally recommend from such a genre? I can’t promise I’ll get around to reading them, but I always like to keep in mind suggestions whenever I have some free time.” That was better phrasing than admitting that she had much more free time than most, after all. 

She didn’t work a job, even though there was chores to do nearly every day to maintain such a big, traditional house like the Kujo Residence. Visiting Morioh as she had was a welcome breath of fresh air even if the reason as to why she was here was less than pleasant.

“I can share the passion for cooking at least. It felt like it took me years before I could perfect the various traditional Japanese dishes without it tasting just not quite right. Now, though, I haven’t got a single complaint about it yet, but then again, family are always so lenient.”

 Holy’s face softened at the mention of a cat. “ – Aww, how adorable! I adore cats. I’ve always wanted a pet, if only for some company now and then when Jotaro is off doing his own thing. What’s it’s name, if you don’t mind me asking?”

        “I recommend almost anything by Poe, honestly. American author. And while it isn’t Romantic, but Modernist, Oscar Wilde’s The Picture of Dorian Gray is always a favorite. It can be a little tedious at times, though. Wilde, while known for having a masterful ability to paint his sceneries with words, was a bit long-winded.”

        He really did love recommending literature. While it had been a middling, mediocre-seeming study to pursue - all the better to have a quiet life - there was a passion there, as well as a good excuse to learn English. All the better for work, all the better for life.

        When she asked about the cat, a flicker of surprise crossed his face. Yoshikage did not expect a further line of inquiry on an animal that he technically did not have. The comment was a joke about the large, purple mancat which made his life all the easier. Besides, Mrs. Kujo seemed like more of a dog person.

        “Ah, Kira,” he said finally when the shock ebbed. “Not the name I gave him, but the one he came with. He is a curious but quiet cat, but has explosive bursts of activity at times. He likes soft things and has a couple of throw pillows that he will not part with.

        “Perhaps you should adopt one for yourself, then? To keep you company? If your husband is always on tour and your son is living his life, then an animal might help to keep away the loneliness.”

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a killer christmas

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