"The...Night Watch?" Shizuka asked, trying to make sense of everything

Rocko smiled. "The Night Watch is an organization dedicated to protecting the freedom and safety of the common person. Our whole organization are stand users, everyone here has a stand, just like me and you."

Shizuka was having a hard time processing this, a whole army of stand users fighting for safety. From her fathers stories, it seemed like stand users were often selfish, greedy, murderous, it was hard for her to think of a large organization full of exceptions.

"When did this all start?" Shizuka asked, trying to piece it all together

"It was founded in 2012" said a deep familiar voice behind Shizuka and Rocko. "It was put together by Joseph."

Shizuka turned around to see Jotaro, still in his funeral clothes. "I had a hand in it, as well as the Speedwagon foundation, but Joseph put his blood and sweat into the Night Watch."

"What?" Shizuka yelled in confusion, "You knew about this the whole time?"

"He was the one who wanted me to question you." Rocko added

"Yes, I told you to question Shizuka, not use your ability or fight her." Said Jotaro

Rocko smiled and shrugged.

"But, why am I here then?" Shizuka asked

"I told you why Hon," Said Rocko, "We want you to join the Night Watch."

Shizuka looked around at everyone, the three odd members of the group, Rocko, Jotaro, everything was sticking together, and Shizuka didn't like it.

"I know you said that, but why me? I've already proven that I didn't kill my dad, what else do you all want from me?"

"We want YOU." Said Maria, "Don't you want to find out what happened to your father as well?"

"HE DIED" Shizuka screamed, sounding like a mix of anger and sadness. "That's all I WANT to know."

The room paused, and then Jotaro chimed in.

"You don't have to Shizuka, we simply wanted to make the offer. The door is over there." Jotaro said in a respectful manner.

Shizuka began pacing towards the exit and started walking back up the stairs. The hall going up to the entrance was dark, and ones imagination can put images over black emptiness. Shizuka saw her father, her mother, everyone she knew in her thoughts, projected into the dark nothing. But what she noticed the most was her father, giving her the same smile that he always gave her, one that would stay in her mind all her life. She continued up the stairs, but the more she saw her father, the more she felt slow, her stomach didn't feel right, her head didn't feel right, but most of all, her heart didn't feel right. Something was wrong, she didn't want to turn around, but felt like she must. Tears began to run down her face, and she made her way back down the stairs.

"What do you want me to do?" Shizuka said, her voice cracking in emotion.

"Nothing right now, we don't really have any leads." Said Rick, "Once we have something, we'll let you know right away."

Rocko dug through a small chest in the side of the room, and pulled out a stencil, one that resembled a lighthouse shining a cone of light at a single star. She turned her head to show the side of her neck, revealing that the stencil was for a tattoo.

"You want me to get a tattoo on my neck?" Shizuka asked

"This tattoo is like a mark, one that shows that you've accepted the responsibilties of the Night Watch." Rocko said

Everyone else in the room showed their tattooed neck, Harold, Maria, Rick, and Jotaro all had matching tattoos on their necks. Jotaro already had the star birthmark that every member of the family had, so just the lighthouse was tattooed onto his neck. Shizuka sat on a small chair presented by Rocko, and Rocko pulled out a tattoo needle. While her neck was getting tattooed, Shizuka recollected what was happening. She just joined the Night Watch, an organization of stand users founded by Joseph to protect the people of New York City. From what, she asked herself, other stand users, crime, what were these people fighting against?

About a half hour has passed, and Rocko had just finished that tattoo. It stung, and Shizuka couldn't help but hold her neck. For some reason, she felt stronger. Not physically, but she felt right, like something heavy just came off her shoulders. But something still felt strange. Something about the symbol of the night watch bugged her, its like she's seen it before. Before she could wonder about it anymore, Maria spoke.

"Hey, we got something." she said, "A mysterious disappearing near the Quebec Aquarium."

Rocko stood up as soon as Maria mentioned the disappearing, and looked over at Shizuka.

"Come on Shizuka, lets go check it out."

The pair left the room, and began to walk down the street. It would be a 2 hour walk to the Quebec aquarium. It was a cloudy day, one could think it was on the brink of snow. Shizuka was wearing her Parka and Scarf, while Rocko had her leather jacket, although with how much she was shivering, it seemed that the leather wasn't too effective. For a bit, Shizuka was quiet, and didn't really say much of anything for 20 minutes. Abruptly, however, she asked Rocko a question.

"What does the Night Watch fight?" Shizuka asked.

Rocko simply smiled, and after a moment, she spoke.

"Shizuka, would you like to hear a story?" she said

Shizuka simply nodded, and Rocko began to speak.

"There's a painting in Amsterdam called The Night Watch, which depicts several men and women all gathering together in the dark of night. What they are doing, one can't really say for sure. But many people say that the Night Watch gathered to fight for the way of life that one cannot simply have without sacrifice, Freedom. Freedom, peace, and safety, this is what the Night Watch in that painting represented, and that's what we fight for as well. At least, that's my own interpretation of the painting."

Rocko's eyes seemed to light up as she was telling this story, and it was obvious the night watch meant a lot to her.

"The legacy of those brave men and women live on forever in that darkening canvas, and when standing in the presence of it, you can almost feel the power of it. We strive to be the same way, our organization is full of so many different personalities and ideals. A lot of us aren't even good people, and some of us have even committed murder."

Rocko paused for a moment after saying the last part, as if something came to her mind that she had to push back out.

"But all of us are like different instruments. If we all play our own parts, we sound like unintelligible chaos. But if we all play our parts in unison with each other, and move with each other, we create one of the most powerful and moving songs anybody will ever hear."

Shizuka watched as Rocko bounced around, made gestures, it was obvious this was all something Rocko loved to talk about

"That's what we fight Shizuka, we fight people who want to take those things away, that way of life."

Shizuka smiled and nodded, feeling inspired by the purpose of the group she just joined. In no time, they arrived at the aquarium. After a moment of observing the windows, decorated with ads of other businesses, posters for deals, and the sight of people walking in and out of the shop, they walked in.

The aquarium doubled as a shop, with several tanks all around the walls. There must have been dozens if not almost a hundred tanks filled with all kinds of fish and other sea creatures. Rocko stopped in her tracks, and Shizuka kept walking. Shizuka fell in love with the sights she beheld, she had always had a fascination of sea life, and couldn't believe she hasn't been here before. However, she noticed Rocko staring down one of the halls of tanks, almost like she saw a ghost. She motioned Shizuka to come and look, and after looking at what Rocko was observing, neither of them could believe what they were looking at.

Inside one of the tanks at the very end of the hall was a vaguely humanoid figure made up of various parts of sea creatures, six tentacles fell off its back. Oddly enough, on top of the whole body sat the head of what looked like a mantis.

===To=Be=Continued===

Attention: There will be a short hiatus before the next chapter, thanks for understanding.