I'm sorry for the wait, I've been also rewriting a couple of things, but I do know there's a couple overused words in this and the previous chapters, so, Any criticism is appreciated!

Disclaimer: I don't own anything except my original characters.

THE POLICE STATION
10:16 AM
MARCH 14 20XX

"Mr. Makamura." Shimada poked his head.

"HAHAHAHAHA!" Makamura pointed at the wide monitor, slamming his fists against the messy, messy desk he had, his Indiana-like hat almost falling off whilst laughing and wheezing at a bizarre reaction of two men, also laughing and wheezing at the episode of the show they were watching, it was something related with magnets sticking.

"Mr. Makamura I.." He raised his left arm, following his left hand, he folded all his fingers except his middle finger, doing the same for the right.

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA LOOK AT THAT CRAP SHIMADA! AVDOL'S TRYING TO ESCAPE FROM THE MAGNETS WITH JOSEPH!" Makamura was wheezing on the floor, slamming his fists on it and jumping up and down.

Some police officers were giving him strange looks whilst other wheezed a little on the inside.

"...NEED YOU STOP YOUR UNGENTLEMANLY ACTIONS! WE'VE GOT THE TETSUYA TAMAKETSU CASE TO WORK ON, YOU BUMBLING JOJO IDIOT!" The next second, Shimada pulled out his middle finger sword on Makamura, pointing or maybe shoving it, behind Makamura's neck as he jumped down.

"ACK!" Makamura fell a second later, flat on the floor like a log, unconscious.

The police officers who were giving him a strange look earlier were now back to shoving files off to somewhere, some even whistling Rick Astley's meme song.

MIDORI PLANE GRAVEYARD
10: 24 AM
MARCH 14 20XX

It was a busy day for the Midori Plane Graveyard, people in black clothes crying, more people in black crying, the usual.

And the usual pair of visitors for the graveyard, a young teen in a light purple turtleneck and a young adult wearing a dark dress, the inverted color of the basic white dress.

"Sister, why is that woman-er.."woman" saying to that kind child?" The young adult dressed in black said, wiping her ruined make-up off her face, pointing to another pair of visitors, who were sitting on a bench together.

Another young teen that dressed like an edgy goth teen and a young child that wore a scarf, they looked a little Russian.

"Oh, you crybaby girl, don't pay attention to that ignorant bunch of fools, as said by our elder sister, "A triad of people, triumph and enjoy the pain of the triads of fools." The younger sister said to her twin sister, doing a shooing motion.

MIDORI PLANE GRAVEYARD
10:26 AM
MARCH 14 20XX

A child that acted a bit mature than a young teen was asking things.

Some old staff women commented on how cute the child was whilst giggling.

"Saku-chan, don't use your phone, smoke cigs, drink beer at the funeral, okay?" The child asked, posing a weird pose after counting all the things Saku-chan wasn't allowed to do.

"Shut up dipshit, I'll drink beer, smoke cigs and use my phone all I want, old man Tetsuya's cash cash money is more important than your dipshit question, dipshit." Sakune spat out angrily, taking a shot of beer mixed with brewed coffee and milk tea.

"Ja, I know, Saku-one-seven-seven-chan." The dipshit instantly smiled sarcastically as he did a middle finger.

"Dipshit, don't smile at me, I know your Nokia number trick since the day I've gotten one, so you can't trick me shrimp dipshit." Sakune said, reaching for the Dipshit's middle finger, softly folding it as she played with her small blue Nokia.

"I really do like your attitude against me Saku-chan, but we have to go the funeral of our great grandfather Tetsuya right now, remember?" The dipshit kept smiling.

"..." Sakune paused.

"..." She looked down on her small blue Nokia.

"Fine dipshit, I fricking remember, We'll go now, but that cash cash money old man Tetsuya has is still important." Sakune spat out, standing up and grabbed the Dipshit's left hand, looking a little less pissed off than before.

The dipshit's smile fell off, remembering one important fact he forgot.

[Ah fuck, where the fucking hell did great grandfather Tetsuya hide it?]

The dipshit bit his lip angrily as he was dragged off slowly by his sister.

THE FERISCHE MANSION [ARDEN'S ROOM]
4:45 PM
AUGUST 19 1866

"Arden, I have something to tell you after John and I discussed about it when you left a few minutes ago." Helenn stated, sitting on a stool that was facing Arden's Bed.

"W-what is that?" Arden gulped nervously, hopping off his bed and sitting on another stool in his room.

"You've lost your memories correct?"

Arden nodded, hoping a little that his excuse wasn't found so easily.

"Do you see that?" Helenn pointed to a shelf, it had boxing gloves on it.

"I do see that..so what does that have to do with my lost memories?" Arden wanted an answer.

"It has something to do with you." She pointed at Arden.

"You did boxing, and you were very, very, very good at boxing, but since you lost your memories, you've lost experience of boxing as well." Helenn concluded.

"Does that mean I h-have to do boxing again? but where do I learn boxing and who's going to tea-" Helenn slapped Arden.

"Stop asking questions Arden, You have to learn boxing from someone and that someone is John, we'll use the backyard of our mansion." She said as she stood up, walking to the shelf that had the boxing gloves on it, and swiping it quickly before she went back to the stool and sat down on it, throwing it to Arden.

"-oof!" Arden fell off his stool.

She was surprised a little that her son had become this weak, but that weakness is going to get fixed later on she thought.

Helenn face palmed.

Arden got up slowly, dusting off any dirt from his clothes, to which he sat down on the stool again.

"Ah, F-ferry, can I ask one more thi-thing? I don't want to get beat up for this one.." He raised both of his hands.

She stared at him, crossing her arms.

"What is it..Arden?"

"How did I d-die exactly..?"

Her eyes widened, then she looked down.

"You..I can't tell you yet, the shock of what's happened and what's the cause of your..death, It's not time yet, I'll...answer that until a certain time." She said as she sobbed quietly.

"That's fine..for now, I'll wait for your answer, Ferry." Arden answered, laying down on his bed as he closed his eyes.

Helenn's tears reached the floor.

[I-I'm crying again..I'm bloody pathetic for a mother.]

[I'm damned bloody pathetic for a wife.]

[I'm just a bloody pathetic woman, a pathetic crybaby, a pathetic excuse for my family and to think I've degraded to this degree, I'm just constantly reminded of him, it's his fault..]

[And mine..I should just leave now.] Helenn stood up from the stool, crying and crying as she walked to the door taking one more glance at Arden.

"It's my damned bloody fault for your death, I'm sorry." She closed the door quietly.

It was quiet.

THE FERISCHE MANSION [MASTER'S BEDROOM]
7:28 PM
AUGUST 19 1866

A lamp was still lit, scratching, scratching was heard from John's writing.

"Hm..we are apologizing for the mistakes..that won't work as an apology, they won't believe the mess we've made." He muttered, folding another page and throwing it somewhere.

"We genuinely apologize for the giant mess our family had made at the funeral and.." John continued to mutter, page after page being thrown away and folded or crumpled eventually.

Helenn opened her blue eyes slowly, soon curling up even more in their comfy blanket, looking at the moon from the open window.

"Hey John.." She whispered quietly.

He continued muttering and throwing folded or crumpled up pages, not noticing that she was awake.

"John, do you mind teaching our son how to box again?" Helenn said.

"Yes, it's fine, but that's for someday, I'm busy writing an apology letter for everyone at the funeral, except the priest." He answered, still throwing away not good enough apologies that were crumpled or folded neatly.

She giggled softly, rubbing her eyes she smiled a little.

"I'm glad were still married after all the mistakes we've made." She muttered to no one in particular.

THE TAMAKETSU MANSION
3:28 PM
MARCH 14 20XX

"Oh my god, Shimada why are we here again?" Makamura stretched his arms and legs, bending backwards a little, but not falling over completely.

"It's because of Fanke , he told us to "Go to the fucking mansion, you pair of freckle fracklers!" and exactly that." Shimada sighed, grabbing Makamura's hat and throwing it into the front door of the mansion.

"Hey! Shimada why'd you have to do that? dammit Shimada, that hat means a lot to me!" Makamura shouted, dashing quickly to where the hat landed.

"It's because we need to investigate or something along those lines, we've been stuck as normal detectives for such a long time and a case like this has been put in our hands? We have to find evidence here even possibly search the deceased victim's things tomorrow."

"I know Shimada, just don't do that to my hat, I don't want to be reminded of that bar code tattoo I have on my head, you know?" Makamura said as he picked up his hat, now looking around the now deserted mansion.

"Yes, yes, I have a big brain to have space to know that , but we'll split up for now, I'm searching the deeper parts and you search the easy to go to parts ." He stated, walking into the mansion and disappearing into somewhere after walking too far from the eyes of Makamura.

"Damn you Shimada, my head might be a little screwed up or even more screwed up, but a rule of searching is that you don't split up with the person you're with!" Makamura face palmed before briefly chasing after Shimada, where ever he went to anyway.

THE ?
TIME AND DATE UNKNOWN

"Damn boi, shit's kinda getting a little serious, but boi oh boi, did I pick a good candidate for my shitty enjoyment as a random omnipotent being or bastard, eh it won't matter much." The ROB smirked.

"But man, maybe I should shove up an encounter on where that ant went, it's kinda lacking if there's no Joestar to meet, heh!"

"Then again, I might take action to change up the rules of the deal, maybe make him look like a fucking vampire?"

A little pause.

"OH FUCK YES, THAT'S A GREAT IDEA!" The ROB yelled to no one in particular.

The yell of the ROB echoed loudly in the white, white plane of absolutely nowhere.

There was no sky to see beyond and before the white, white plane.

THE FERISCHE MANSION [ARDEN'S ROOM]
6:09 AM
AUGUST 20 1866

The birds were once again chirping happily and randomly, the leaves were blown off to somewhere by the wind and a boy woke up, but mostly a really old man woke up.

Arden sat up slowly, stretching his arms and swaying them left and right as he yawned tiredly.

He halted and looked at his pale hands, folding them into fists slowly as he looked up to the sky outside, viewing the white cottony clouds.

"It wasn't a lied deal after all..I'll make a promise to my wife, to never marry anyone else."

His pale fists tightened.

"Though since this is Jojo and I'm a living person, I gotta learn how to box, maybe even get a small chance to meet Zepelli!" The child smiled softly.

He also sneezed soon after, to which he tidied upped his blanket and pillows as he remembered that, then he left his room in his pajamas.

THE FERISCHE MANSION [THE HALLWAY]
6:11 AM
AUGUST 20 1866

Annalith was also busy with her work, opening up the closed curtains and cleaning up the hallways once again.

She was also humming a nice tune, sweeping and sweeping the floor slowly as she smiled softly.

Then she bumped into something or more accurately Arden.

"Hm hm hmmm~"

"A lily pa-oof!" she plopped onto the floor, still holding her favorite broom.

"I'm sorry!" Arden bowed to Annalith quickly, to which she tried to tell to stop bowing, keyword "tried".

"A-ah, Young master Arden, don't apologize to a lowly made like me!" Then she saw him wearing his striped pajamas.

Annalith's amber eyes widened.

"Young Master Arden! don't you have to change into something more..presentable and proper than that?" Annalith looked away, blushing slightly as she pointed at his striped pajamas.

"Oh? I have to? I'm really forgetful sometimes, I'm sorry er..." He scratched his head awkwardly.

"I'm maid Annalith, Young master Arden!" She pouted, then realizing that she was a little rude to him, she bowed.

"He-hey Annalith, don't do that! you're still younger than me!" He said, also realizing she didn't know he was a really old man.

Annalith looked up to Arden, "Y-younger than you Young master Arden? Did I hear that right?"

"E-eh, no you heard nothing Annalith, you heard wrong!" Arden said nervously.

"Hm..you're right Young Master, I guess I heard wrong, I mean I tend to mishear things people say." Annalith laughed a little, smiling softly.

"Uhm..Annalith you should probably go back your..er daily cleaning routine? I'm going somewhere else." He felt a little sad that he had to somewhat give an excuse that he was amnesiac, but it was benefiting him.

"O-oh, I should, I've forgotten about that, I'm going to sweep sweep!" She smiled as she waved at him, sweeping dirt and dust away at the hall.

Arden smiled back, walking off in the Ferische Mansion to try and find where John and Helenn are.

[I'm kind of feeling that there's going to be a daily routine of finding, asking and finding again, but it's probably just a small thing that won't matter much..] He thought.

[||CHAPTER FOUR END||]