The isolated classroom continued to be a warzone for the young combatants but in a game, they never thought they'd be locked in. Gambling.

Avelessi had moved Kiba's empty vessel to the side as Jesse and Daniel cleared their playing field away swiftly, "G-goodness this isn't right… I should have paid more attention. If Father taught me anything, it's how to spot a con man. This is the most devious of the plot. Hang in there Kiba. We're getting you back."

Daniel snickered at the comments provided by Avelessi and nodded, "According to the Boss, he used your father to break countless deals. Rob fortunes at the drop of a hat. He had quite the detector for abnormalities. Of course, some of that would rub off to his son. Particularly why I had to condition your attention with an addiction." The snicker crept into laughter but was soon interrupted by Jesse slamming his fist against the table.

"Grr! Come the hell on already!" Jesse impatiently taunted him while gripping the dice tighter.

Daniel waved his hand forward with a snicker, "Now, now. I never asked which style are we playing? American? Chinese? Japanese?"

Before another nationality could be named right after the other, Jesse pointed his fingers at him and proclaimed, "Roman! The creators of many dice games."

The very masculine grains of life pushed out in every word excited Daniel and made him fix at his bow tie slightly. "Very well then. The terms of those games if I remember correctly. Tali yes?" Daniel reached over for one of the cups that was set aside for the lunches, slipping a handkerchief from his sleeve and brushing it off with a smile, "We shake the dice in the cup, much like Yahtzee. Best hand wins. I assume outside of set hands, we'll go by higher round. You can add dice by betting round wins. First to 5 round wins gets the gold. Am I correct in assuming how your part of town partakes in this game?"

Jesse was almost impressed if he weren't so pissed, constantly tossing up the dice in his palms back and forth openly showing Daniel that he was tired of this talking. "You didn't need to express that to the peanut gallery. It's between the two of us." Jesse proceeded to slam the dice into the table.

Daniel shook his head with a grin, "Such a brute. You have no place at the table. Maybe the bar to watch the rounds but never my table. Listen here, you've acquired those die from god knows where. Who knows, those might be your lucky family dice. A good luck charm. That certainly can't be fair, correct?"

Jesse's gaze perked up in anger, almost disgust at the implications that spewed from Daniel's mouth, "What exactly are you trying to get at jackass?"

Daniel pointed his finger smugly and snickered, "Tell you what. I'm always willing to give and take fighting chances. How about we meet in the middle?" Daniel reached into his heavy-looking cluttered bag, rummaging around the sound of various loud items until he pulled out something small which made Johanne and Avelessi lean in responsively.

Noticing how antsy the room was Daniel opened his palm to reveal there was a sealed transparent package of six dice. It seemed to be freshly bought without the slightest broken seal to them to show it was an unopened parcel. "We'll use these rather than your… flimsy nicknacks."

As insulted as Jesse felt, the reasoning was there and he refused to argue the semantics of his decision and rolled with it, reaching in to take the dice from Daniel, but his palm swiftly shut.

"Hey! What gives!? I'm just going to look at the sealing!" Jesse grew angrier by the moment especially at the small gestures like that.

Daniel shook his finger at Jesse noticing that he was fuming with rage and held up the parcel once more, "By accepting these dice from my hand. You'll be accepting the terms of our game. Understood? I don't have all day to be buying time from you all. I paid off our privacy, I intend to not spend a dime more."

Johanne gulped softly and spoke up from behind Jesse with a glare still piercing Daniel, "So that means… he'll have to agree."

Daniel snapped his fingers, extending his finger to point at Jesse, "Correct! You must agree to the terms under my stand, offer your soul Jesse Joestar!"

Jesse's eyes shut for a moment, his rational side beating around focus in his head with the side of him filled with rage but overall stomped his foot forward and pointed, "Fine! I wager my soul!"

A soft gasp escaped Avelessi's lips and Johanne shuttered in anger and suspense as well. They both knew that from his point on, there was no going back.

Daniel tossed the wrapped package to Jesse along with sliding the cup across the table toward him, watching him take his time to look over the wrappings for breaks or tears. Daniel took a small fingernail file from his pocket ever so slowly which sparked a reaction from Johanne who quickly jumped up and summoned his Stand. "Don't make any fast moves. Anything you decide to reach for is going to be considered suspect at the finest."

Responding with nothing but a scoff, Daniel brushed the file across his nails in a very confident yet cool motion only smirking, "Am I not allowed to occupy myself while my opponent rids himself of doubt? I'm simply grooming myself."

"No. Because I don't get you. Your motives are horribly sketchy and mediocre at best. I know they've sent kids after us before but you aren't a normal kid. Are you?" Johanne replied in full deduction.

Daniel folded his eyes shut and paused the filing of his nails. A deep breath escaped his lips as he narrowed his eyes to Johanne and Jesse. "Both of you have that look in your eyes. The very same look my father described to me. Arrogant. So confident in yourself that you look down upon me. It's sickening. All of you Joestars is a curse."

Jesse stopped examining the dice long enough to take an interest in the words when his last name was spoken. "What beef do you have with my family exactly?"

The room went silent for a good minute as Daniel lost his cool expression and turned into an icy glare towards Johanne and Jesse.

"You want to know why?" Daniel asked as his hand gripped the file in his palm tightly, "Honor. Pride in one's family is the beef I have with you." Soon the nail file was pointed at Jesse, the strain on the grip tightening.

Johanne and Jesse glanced at one another then back very swiftly almost anxiously.

"Years ago. Many years ago. I've had this story told by my Father, Daniel J. D'Arby Elder. He was in the biggest gamble of his life against Jotaro Kujo. The father of Jesse Joestar. And lost. Oh but not just any loss you see. HE LOST EVERYTHING. I wasn't born at the time but I assure you I felt the backlash of his fall as a man!"

Daniel concluded in anger, gritting his teeth now until Johanne went forward to comment, "So he lost. What's the big deal? Everyone loses-"

"Shut up you rat! This wasn't just any loss for my father. Nor my uncle whom I haven't even heard from! He was also subdued by Jotaro! My father became an angry, abusive drunk as I failed to pick up his teachings! All he wanted me to do was grow and be better than the man he was and crush the Joestars! He was a legendary gambler and took pride in his every victory! His ruthlessness is how my Stand came about! This undeniable wrath I bared was my fuel! My ambition! That loss tore our lives apart and I will see to it you all pay for Jotaro's deeds!" The nail file was slammed into the table and broken in a fit of rage from Daniel, his hair was a mess now, beating sweat and panting heavily.

The room grew quiet again, everyone was shocked looking over at Daniel. He was out of his mind they all thought for certain. Johanne swallowed and stepped back thinking, 'We need to deal with him. That stand of his is a menace. I'm sure he'll planning to do what he did to Kiba to all of us…'

Jesse scoffed and spit on the floor, "I don't care what you think of my old man and whatever he did. Hell. I think he's a shithead too. But don't involve me with him." His finger shot over to Kiba's lifeless figure and growled, "I didn't have many friends back in America and I actually give a shit about these bastards. You can off my old man any day but you laid a finger on them. So I'm done talking. Catch the die or catch these hands. Either one is fine with me." To which Jesse returned the dice and Daniel caught them while fixing his hair.

Jesse's statement sparked inspiration in the group, he truly felt like a reliable teammate name. Daniel took a deep breath and broke the seal of the dice, "I see we have an agreement then. Say the words."

They all knew too well what was coming, just like before but our barbaric friend didn't hesitate with a swift slam of his chest, "I bet my soul!"

"Excellent! Let the games begin!" Daniel swiftly grabbed the cup from the table and tossed the dice into it. Swiftly and vigorously shaking it then tossed the cup which only held two dice and rolled 8. "A fair start. Your turn." Scooping them back into the cup and passing it off. Jesse took the same initiative and shook the cup enough to his satisfaction and tossed the dice onto the table, landing a 5 which made him groan. "What a shame my friend. I'll be rolling first then."

Collecting the dice once again, Daniel rhythmically hummed while shaking the cup and tossed the dice onto the table landing another 8. "Must be my lucky number. Wouldn't you say, young Joestar?"

"The game's just begun. Don't get cocky." Jesse took the cup and shook it quickly, launching the dice once more without a shadow of doubt and landing a solid 10.

"Oh! You won the first round, Jesse!" Avelessi chimed in with a cheer which made Jesse grin and Daniel roll his eyes.

"I suppose that was to be expected, right? Me and my big mouth. Round point to you. You may roll." Daniel's hand retreated to his chest resting near his collar.

Jesse took the lead he had and went for another roll, landing a 7 which was discouraging low still acceptable. Daniel followed up in his turn staring down at the cup and after fidgeting his bow tie. His hand shook the cup, tossed the die once more landing on a set of snake eyes, 1s. The boys cheered happily as Jesse secures a second victory.

"No way… Jesse is crushing this." Johanne whispered as he observed the game. The boys didn't say a word as the next round progress, "The way he moves his hands, it's as if he's puppeteering the dice themselves. This comes from years of practice. Finding his own techniques. Truly a man of the slums."

"I'd like to bet two wins to add two dice." Jesse some rather shocking words that earned a gasp from Avelessi and Johanne, to which Avelessi added, "He's going for the kill… no way he can lose on an advantage." Daniel took a soft sigh without care and brushed a couple more dice toward Jesse.

"Do as you please. You lead this round my friend." Daniel almost mocked him, his finger affixing his collar anxiously. His nerve was showing in Jesse's eyes and he intended to bury this gamble.

Tossing the two cubes into the cup and shaking them vigorously, Daniel observed closer and watched him throw them onto the table. The room went quiet once again but soon a rage-filled fist hit the table, "Tsk tsk Mr. Joestar. Only managing to sum up to 4? Talk about bad luck. I suppose your technique was respectable. Who knows. I could brick as well."

Daniel collecting the dice into his palm, into the cup they went and a short shake later he flung the dice to the table and celebrated his victory with a laugh. "Well, would you look at that! Two dice and I get a 9. A very valiant effort. I'll take my 2 wins to your none. Next round."

Jesse growled under his breath and watched Daniel take his turn with a soft gasp, "Ah. A pity. Never count your chickens right?" Jesse was slightly relieved in his mind seeing as Daniel rolled a 5 with the two dice he rolled.

"You've got this man. Play just as you would back home. You've got us backing you up." Johanne assured Jesse, which calmed his shaking fist and cleared his mind. He was sure of this victory. Shaking the cup once more and tossing the dice, Jesse grinned as the results turned out to be a 7.

Daniel rolled his eyes at their childish celebrating and rolled his wrist respectively at the win and let him continue his turn. Once again, Jesse's hands swung the cup with confidence landing another 10. Daniel's eyes peered at him, toying at his collar, readying his turn.

Jesse thought to himself, 'Hah! This guy's father was some legend? Don't make me laugh. He gives away his tell every time. I can tell when he tugs at the bow. He's cracking.' His grin grew wider seeing that Daniel once again lost the round. 'Breaking even now. Easy win.'

Daniel brushed his palm across his forehead and took a sigh with another fidget of his tie and raised his hand as Jesse was starting to load two dice, "A moment Young Joestar. It seems desperate times call for desperate measures. I'll bet two wins! Two extra dice!"

Gasps filled the room once again, Jesse's eyes perked in interest, feeling he was truly getting cornered but he couldn't waste this chance. "This kid is insane…" Johanne comments with a nip of his lip, "He's betting it all here. Jesse will lead from there…"

"I'll call your bluff. Two wins. Two dice." Everyone had faith in Jesse and swallowed the hardest lump in their throats to support their companion.

"Good! Continue the game with your rolls." Daniel retreated his hand to his collar and toyed around with his tie some more. This brought Jesse to a wide grin, figuring his suspicions were absolute and throwing the dice with the same technique he'd administered before. Watching the dice hit the table, Jesse took a small sigh, a decent roll. "Let's see if you can beat 12."

Daniel's original expression remained somewhat blank but interested as he collected the dice directly from his hand at the collar and began to shake the cup around humming a gentle tone, "Here we go~" The dice fell to the table from the cup at an almost unseen angle and hit the table. Avelessi fell to his butt in disbelief, even Johanne was taken aback by the results. Jesse was close to losing his breath as Daniel's snickers filled the air, "Well, well, well. As if I could be so lucky. 24. A perfect set of 6s. It almost reminds me of something. I'll take my 4 win advantage please!"

Jesse's eyes grew blank and his nerves were lost, 'N-no fucking way… I can't believe this… He's got to be the luckiest SOB I've ever met!' Jesse held his chest in panic. He was knocked off his throne and afraid to watch the dice get loaded into the cup as it was now Daniel's turn.

"Oh, by the way, Mr. Joestar… I bet 4 wins. 4 extra dice!" Daniel's laughter grew as Jesse's heart was pounding out of his chest and watched the cup shake. Daniel slid the cup over to Jesse with the dice underneath and watched as he shook and struggled to clench it, missing several times between grabs.

"C-calm down Jesse… You never know man. He could still brick. Pull it togeth-" Johanne's eyes widened in disbelief as he saw Daniel's Stand, Luck Be A Lady, emerged from behind Daniel and grabbed onto Jesse's arm which made him panic further.

"Hah! It seems you've admitted defeat within yourself. Your being tells the tale." Daniel pressed his palm to his head and burst into laughter as he watched Luck Be A Lady slowly pull Jesse's soul from his body and his limp figure fall backward.

Johanne quickly went forward to catch him and clench onto his friend tightly, his eyes shaded over, quivering in rage.

Avelessi's eyes welled up in tears and fear, his worst nightmare coming true. Watching as Jesse's screaming soul was sucked into the machine-like Stand and rolled the slot in its chest "N-not again… I can't lose everything again… please no." As Avelessi moved over to hold Jesse's hand, he got a feel of the dice in them and gasped, "wait… that isn't right…"

Daniel snickered softly and folded his arms over his chest, "Oh? Did we notice something after the winner had been declared?"

Avelessi growled in a low tone as he took the dice from Jesse's palm, glaring ever so hateful at Daniel, "These are weighted… they're manipulated dice. The faces aren't covered by a cheap plastic replica costing to feel like normal dice…"

Joanne gasped and listened at the two banter as Daniel chimed in, "Observant as ever. But never quick enough. Just like the first fool. Daniel undid his bow tie and revealed a small switchboard underneath it that read high, low, even, and odd.

" You used modified dice that changed on a trigger whenever you pressed the switches. You used Jesse's anger and confidence to slip the win under his nose! You dirty, rotted, Figlio di puttana!" Avelessi's hamon surged through his arm quickly crushing the dice in his palm revealing the circuits that filled the devices.

"Haha! You're far too late to have figured that out Young Barlem. He's already admitted defeat in his heart and lost out of his lack of observance but I'm sure you would have picked it up. Such a fool." Daniel couldn't help but smirk staring down Avelessi until his line of sight was broken by a trembling Johanne.

"This ends now." Johanne struck his signature pose, his anger swelling and point his finger from his chest to Daniel. "I'm your next and final opponent D'ARBY!"

"Good! I was hoping to narrow it down to the least likely candidate. And boy did I prepare a special game for you. Since your group picked the last game." Daniel kept his gaze locked on Johanne while setting his cluttered bag on the table and pulling out a smaller case.

Johanne narrowed his eyes briefly to the case as it was slowly opened and let out a deep sigh. Avelessi's eyes stared in horror at the decision of the final game, "Y-you… you're a fiend…"

Daniel pulled from the case with a crooked smile, a single revolver and a small set of two rows of bullets. "You want to save them. I can see it. You'll have to play the ultimate game. Say the words. I know you have no choice."

Without a moment's hesitation, despite Avelessi physically restraining him, Johanne stepped forward and held his hand out, "I wager my soul!"

"Hahaha! You've truly made my day. I could shed tears of joy. You may have the first round. We go until we drop or quit. Obvious as that may be." Rolling the gun around on his finger and holding the butt to him.

Johanne took the revolver and popped the barrel giving it a sharp examination. He reached for one of the bullets in the rows with a glance back to Daniel, "Go ahead Johanne. Any bullet you like." Johanne nodded grabbing a single bullet from the middle of the row and slipping it into one of the chambers, spinning it quickly, and taking a deep breath.

"Oh goodness! Oh my! I can't watch it. I simply cannot!" Avelessi quivered under the hold of his arms, crying out for his mother under his breath until he heard a click and a sigh from Johanne.

"I suppose that's the first round huh? Heads up asshole." Johanne flipped the gun around and tossed it to Daniel who didn't appreciate the comment and caught the gun. After taking a short breath and staring down Johanne, he pulled the trigger and there was a click.

"You seem to be taking this very lightly Johanne. Perhaps I need to raise the stakes to show you how serious this game of ours is." Daniel popped the barrel open and pulled out a bullet from the box and loaded it into the barrel, slamming it shut and playing the round holding his breath. Johanne watched this and snickered. "W-what's so damn funny?" Daniel asked passing the gun.

Johanne looked down at the gun and back at Daniel, "That you're such a piece of shit that you're afraid to die. I bet your old man was just the same." Johanne placed the gun to the side of his head and pulled the trigger, leaving his face as straight as ever. Click once again.

"What did you say about my father…!?" Daniel snatched the gun as it was passed from Johanne and spun the barrel of the gun once again his frustration showing and clouding his judgment, putting the gun to his head and pulling the trigger again without adding a bullet. His breath shook for a second as he slid the gun across the table.

"You heard me. Your father must have been a coward as well to raise a kid like you. You have to walk into the slums ready to die…" Johanne said popping the chamber open and knocking the bullets out, "Every day." He said putting three fresh bullets into the barrel, giving it a good spun and placing it to his head.

'This cocky little SHIT!' Daniel thought as he watched Johanne closely. The very steeled aura in his stare as he placed the gun to his head somewhat chilled him, 'He doesn't know he's already being played! I picked every bullet in this bunch out myself. I picked the ones I know for sure are duds. You'll never know when your death comes. Or will you shake in your little sneakers?'

Two clicks later, Johanne put the gun to the table and slid it over the table which made Daniel groan at the failure of Johanne setting off the gun, "You know nothing of the legendary man my father was! The great efforts he went through to get the reputation he had! DON'T YOU SPEAK THAT BLASPHEMOUS BULLSHIT!" Daniel smirked knowing the rules and matching the times Johanne pulled the trigger, he didn't hesitate this time knowing Johanne loaded two blanks even refusing to add more and passed the gun.

"Gained some more confidence this time around? Did bravado get your tongue? Your father was a nobody. He wasn't some big shot Kenny Rogers and He'll never be that. You'll go down in history as just another D'Arby that lost to us." Daniel was a shaking angry mess as he watched Johanne but stopped at a shocking turn of events. Johanne took all the bullets out of the chamber and laid them out on the table, after that he grabbed the cup they used for the previous game and the box of bullets and emptied them into the cup.

"W-what the hell do you think you're doing? That wasn't agreed!" Daniel began to pant heavily, his plan was falling apart in front of him and he couldn't stop it without raising suspicion.

"I'm not doing anything illegal to the game. I'm just changing the bullets. Not adding my own. Not using different bullets. Just picking. But there's one thing I forgot to mention…" Johanne slammed the cup on the table holding up 4 bullets between his fingers with a glare, "You won't be history. History would be remembered." With the comment, Johanne loaded the barrel swiftly and slammed the chamber shut, the spinning was moving so fast it was almost unseen by the human eye. Daniel's palms were sweating and his eyes twitched frantically, he was baffled at the guts but almost entirely lost it as Johanne stared him straight in the eye without a flinch and pulled the trigger 4 times as fast as he could, almost like lightning.

"JOHANNE YOU'RE A MADMAN! WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU!? YOU DIDN'T EVEN THINK TO PULL THAT TRIGGER!" Avelessi was just as distraught as Daniel was, his eyes rolling to the back of his head and falling to the floor.

Johanne spun the gun around his finger and held the butt of the gun to Daniel, "Your turn big man. 4 pulls. Don't keep us waiting."

Daniel wasn't well. He could barely move his hands, his eyes were doubling everything in his sight and blurred to a mess. It was nearly impossible to grab the gun. After several tries he finally managed to loosely grip the gun and stared at it, his heart and breathing almost echoed in the room. "I-I can do this… I'm lucky! I'm the best! He taught me to trust it…! I CAN DO IT!" His arm was convulsing out of his control as the barrel approached his head. Daniel glued his eyes shut being a sputtered mess and groaning as he tried his damndest to squeeze the trigger.

Johanne's angered expression turned into a wide grin, he saw Daniel's stand reappear as tears began to stream down his cheeks frantically. Snapping his fingers and brushing his hair back some, Johanne commented with pride, "It seems you've given up. Your cowardly Stand appeared and those slots are going wild. Without a doubt, jeg vandt!" He declared his victory in Danish.

Daniel broke down to his knees and dropped the gun, screaming and crying as the souls poured out the souls of his friends back into their bodies. Kiba and Jesse rose from the floor slowly in a tired grunt, Avelessi rushing to both of their sides to check if they were alright.

Johanne slowly approached Daniel picking up the gun and rolling it in his fingers until Avelessi ran up and tugged his sleeve, "How did you do that!? How did you know you weren't going to get shot?"

"Simple little dude. I didn't. I knew he was going to break down like a little bitch about his Dad so I kept rolling the barrel when I fired with M.C.R's thumb and hoped I didn't hit a bullet. I guess it worked." Johanne shrugged his shoulders and Avelessi's jaw dropped at the pure guts that were shown until Jesse and Kiba walked up next to him. "Oh hey, guys. Had a nice nap?"

"Screw you, man. I've got a score to settle." Kiba said with very vicious grit in his voice as he took the gun from Johanne's hand and checked the barrel.

"Not a fuckin' chance! I'm smashing his teeth down his throat!" Jesse cracked his knuckles as his hair seemed to frill up once again, a vein thumping out the side of his head.

"Boys. Boys.I'm sure we can all come up with something to even out the odds." Johanne smiled over at both of them with a few jumps of his eyebrows and got a smile out of the both of them. Daniel started to panic against the floor, his eyes growing wide as all three of them summoned their Stands in a bright aura.

Avelessi peaked from behind the table almost cringing at the sight as the room filled with the noise almost instantly. "ORA! ORA! ORA! ORA! ORA! ORA!", followed by, "NA! NA! NA! NA! NA! NA! NA!" "HAHAHAHAHAHA!" The three rushed Daniel to a swelling pulp as his screams filled the air.

Around 5 minutes later the boys exited the room together with a good laugh and arms around one another, except for Avelessi who cringed harder at the sight of the battered boy as he closed the door behind him "Ah! Wait for me gents! I'm coming!" And so they went on with the rest of their school day, leaving Daniel defeated and reporting to the teacher that he went home early of food poisoning.