I'm here again with a chapter I made a day after the fourth one! Yay! I've also been re-reading the manga so I can refresh my JoJo knowledge a little heh heh..but anyways, any criticism is appreciated!

Disclaimer: I own nothing but my original characters.

THE FERISCHE MANSION [THE HALLWAY]
6:29 AM
AUGUST 20 1866

A bird landed on a tree branch, conversing or rather, chirping with another bird, chirping a nice tune, then a squirrel interrupts them, making them fly off to the skies.

The other maids of the Ferische Mansion were done doing there daily cleaning routine, as well as Annalith. Every flower and rose were watered and taken care of nicely by them as well, though..

A blonde boy has a problem and that is Arden, a blonde boy who cannot find where John and Helenn are.

"My back is killing..." Arden complained, slumped and all gloomy as he walked aimlessly in the hallway.

"Wait..if Mary Joestar and George Joestar still exist, does that mean it's around the 1860's?" He muttered with closed eyes.

"And doesn't that mean that bastard is going to come to them soon after?"

"Then doesn't that mean Phantom Blood is goi-" He also eventually bumped into a random door face-front accidentally.

"Ack!" Arden fell on his arse.

"Ah dangit, I bumped into something.." He rubbed his eyes, taking a spin before standing up and turning the other way to see someone that was much taller than him.

"O-oh, hello there, J-John.." Arden waved awkwardly to him, remembering he had been told by Ferry that John was going to teach him boxing.

John approached ominously closer without a word.

"Did y-you hear me sa-" John suddenly picked up Arden, who was confused, nervous and scared.

"H-hu-huh?!"

"Arden, It's.." John turned the other way and..

"BOXING TIME!" He ran very quickly as Arden's skin started to turn white to purple.

"EHHHH?!" Arden wished very much to be released from the running hell, feeling that he wanted to vomit right now as John held onto him, but he couldn't.

THE FERISCHE MANSION [THE BACKYARD]
6:31 AM
AUGUST 20 1866

A door was slammed open as John dropped Arden onto the ground, rolling and looking pale.

"eurghh..I w-want to vomit." He wished, not wanting standing up.

"That'll wait for later Arden, as I said from before, It's Boxing time!" John walked further away from where he was from the backyard's door.

"I-I-I don't want to!" He pleaded, still wanting to vomit from the running hell.

"Son, you have to." John glared at him seriously with his bare fists now raised close to Arden's face suddenly.

"Th-that was close!" Arden reacted quickly with rolling over the green grass again, then he stood up slowly, distancing himself from John.

Arden's clean clothes were now a bit dirty.

"That's a good reaction son! I'm a little rusty at boxing!" John smirked.

"John, please don't do that again, I still feel a little sick.." His eyes narrowed, to which he raises both his pale fists, ready for a punch or something if John does so.

"Your face doesn't say so though Arden!" John's smirk turned into a big smile as he tightened his bare fists, running at him the next second.

"Then I'll just pu-" John's punch reached Arden's stomach, making Arden get knock backed a little from the impact of the punch, to which once again he landed onto the ground.

"You can't." John stated.

"I..can damnit!" Arden was trembling a little as he once stood up again with determined eyes and tightened pale fists.

"I said, you can't Arden." John once again stated.

"D-don't say that to me!" Arden ran to John once again, a little shakily perhaps as he did, but he went for another punch.

John stepped sideways, making Arden miss his punch once again as John punches Arden's stomach, making Arden go back to square one.

Arden looked a little annoyed, maybe a little pissed, but then he thought of an Idea, softening his pissed-ness a little.

[But, to think I'm th-wait, I'm a 14 year old child who's smaller than him, that means..]

"I'll punch back!" So he did, running at John and punching John's stomach with both his pale-looking fists repeatedly, a slow fist barrage to call it.

Then Arden started punching with his fists randomly, slowly.

John stayed still from the weak punches, even sighing.

"She was right, you were wea-" then a lucky punch hit John's weak point, a man's weak point.

The balls.

John winced.

Arden stopped punching randomly with his fists, panting heavily and plopping on the ground out of tiredness.

John was kneeling on the ground, in agony of his balls being punched.

"AHHHHHH BLOODY DAMMIT!" He yelled in agony.

"Th-that's what you get for saying I w-was weak..John, I won..yahoo..." Arden said weakly before laying down completely on the lively green grass of the backyard.

THE FERISCHE MANSION [MASTER'S BEDROOM]
6:31 AM
AUGUST 20 1866

The sun reaches behind the beige curtains of the room and covers half of Helenn's face in a yellow light as she opened her amber eyes from sleep.

"Mmm..." Helenn yawned, then she pushed the blanket aside and stood up, spinning both her arms.

Suddenly an almost faint scream that sounded vaguely familiar to her husband was heard by her, making her stop spinning her arms as morning routine.

She looked around and outside the now opened windows, confused what had just happened, but instead she'd shake that confusing feeling off her shoulders as she'd always do, hum to a classy tune whilst fixing up the mess her husband had made after finalizing the apology letter for everyone that was at the funeral last night, the priest was not included.

THE FERISCHE MANSION [THE BACKYARD]
6:45 AM
AUGUST 20 1866

A couple of minutes had passed since Arden had gotten a lucky punch on John and John yelling bloody hell a little less louder a few times until the pain eroded away.

"Arden, I'll have to say one thing to you." John said as he raised his hand, he was also laying down on the ground as well.

"..." Arden was sitting on the small bench of the backyard, staying silent as he looked at John.

"Don't punch randomly at me at all, only punch randomly at bumbling idiots who are bloody arrogant at all times like a donkey that thinks it's a pure white horse, but it's actually not." John said, he sat up slowly and grabbed his now cracked glasses, cleaning it with his handkerchief carefully.

"Okay." Arden answered, looking down on the ground.

"But, we'll continue this every day at 6'o clock in the morning, if you miss a day we'll get punished by her and we don't want that, at all." John whispered the last part quickly as he looked away to another direction.

"Okay..I'll just go back to my..room." Arden muttered awkwardly as he stood up and went back into the mansion, leaving John.

"Me too." John followed and went in the mansion, closing the doors to the backyard.

The backyard was silent, but a small rustle in one of the bushes was made, red eyes appearing for a brief moment before disappearing.

THE TAMAKETSU MANSION [TETSUYA'S ROOM]
4:20 PM
MARCH 14 20XX

The sliding door opened, revealing Shimada holding a pen light and Makamura behind him, who was looking behind, left and right, as if a ghost was going to appear.

"Mr. Makamura, could you stop that? Ghost's don't exist and it's not like your favorite show's powers, so called "Stands" exist here." Shimada sighed, walking and searching around the untouched room of the old man to look for something that may be used as evidence to find the deceased victim's killer.

"I know, dangit Shimada, why'd we have to be assigned to this case? Anybody would be better for the job than us, like Ms. Derellworth and Mr. Narakami!" Makamura complained loudly as Shimada put his hand over Makamura's mouth, glaring at him before continuing to looking around the room.

Makamura sighed as he followed what Shimada did, look around and search for awhile until they don't find anything, then it's time to search the drawers and closets.

Eventually, Makamura found something, a tape labelled "JoJo Opening" and an old broken radio near a photograph of a young black haired woman and a young man who had black hair as well, the woman wore a wedding dress as the man wore a white tuxedo, both smirking and glaring at each other as the woman princess carried the man.

"That's a very, very bizarre wedding photo..the victim had good taste in music and women huh, good choice, but this tape looks a little odd. Hey Shimada, mind If I pocket this evidence? It won't do harm." Makamura said as he whistled innocently and grabbed the tape with his white gloves, sealing it in plastic of course.

"..I guess it won't, as long as you deal with it, It's not my responsibility anymore , but keep it safe as it might be needed for the case." Shimada muttered, then he started to open up drawers and closets to search them up for possible evidence.

"Thanks Shimadareno." Makamura said, putting the odd tape under his hat as he joined the closet and drawer search for evidence.

"No need to thank me , though next time, I'll join you on your JoJo marathon tomorrow, just maybe." Shimada answered, patting Makamura on the back as he moved to the other side of the room to search for evidence.

Makamura smiled happily.

He hoped that good moments like this won't end.

THE FANKE & JOHNE HOTEL [ROOM 206, 16TH FLOOR]
4:36 PM
MARCH 14 20XX

"Hey dipshit Archenov, pass me another bottle of my mix." Sakune had finished 7 bottles of milk tea, brewed coffee mixed with beer, her mother wonders if that was inherited from her great grandfather.

"Hah? My bad, I've finished all of it, every single drop of it, except this of course, eh heh~" Archenov licked his lips, smirking evilly as he held the last bottle of the mix teasingly from the bed.

"Archenov you despicable dipshit, that's illegal!" Sakune spat out angrily with narrowed eyes, standing up suddenly and pouncing on Archenov, she was struggling to grab the last bottle of mix, accidentally crashing into a lampshade in the process.

"It's not illegal to drink that, Sa-ku-ne chan~!" Archenov teased playfully as he smirked once more, evading her arms from reaching the last bottle of mix.

It seemed that Archenov teasing her triggered a vein to pop from her forehead, reaching full anger mode.

"IT'S DAMNED ILLEGAL YOU DIPSHIT ARCHENOV BROTHER, I'M AN ADULT THAT LOOKS 17 BUT I'M 21 AND YOU'RE TECHNICALLY 16!" Sakune yelled to the fullest, stomping on Archenov's arms with her leather shoes and grabbing him by the collar, as well as finally grabbing the bottle of mix and drinking it.

It woke up and disturbed a couple of neighbors from below and above, also maybe a few who were making weird noises next door.

"Sakune-chan, you're drunk and lying to yourself." Archenov stopped teasing and made a menacing face at her, the teasing and playful aura of his was replaced by a serious one.

"..." Sakune halted on drinking more mix, falling backwards instantly and almost hitting her head on the floor, but fortunately not injured anywhere.

"You've been addicted to that mix ever since great grandfather Tetsuya died, I still hold on to the motive of what's in the will of his, but you? You've become like this ever since he died, you aren't the soft, joyful and mad woman I know years ago and you've lost your own motive as well." Archenov stated with a hint of anger and sadness as he sat up and looked down on Sakune with gritted teeth.

"I-it doesn't shitting matter Arche-archenov, I'm just doing this for sake of.." Then she started crying like a water fountain that was connected to the pacific ocean, never ending.

"..I'm going to book a plane to London, You book a plane for yourself to somewhere else, I don't want to see your face anymore." Then with gritted teeth and tightened fists, he stood up and opened the door, taking one last glance at the crying figure of Tamaketsu Sakune before closing it.

Sobbing was heard outside the door, Archenov T. tightened his scarf around his neck, running away to the stairs with frustrated crying silver eyes.

THE FANKE & JOHNE HOTEL [ENTRANCE]
4:52 PM
MARCH 14 20XX

[When the fuck did my plan go wrong? When she started to drink? When I asked her to come with me?]

Archenov ran out of the entrance doors of the busy hotel, bumping into some arrogant mafia fools in the process, not paying attention to them as ran across the road with the traffic lights on green.

Then, a speeding white truck came closer every second as Archenov's fate comes closer to him.

A crowd of bystanders and a police officer tries to stop him from running as a tall man wearing a white coat and a cap that almost blends with his black hair chases after Archenov, who is 4.002 seconds away from his impending death and making his beloved sister cry once more.

But.

Suddenly, all had stopped, Time, the panicking crowd, the scared and wimpy police officer and Archenov himself.

But, the tall man didn't stop, he took a look at the car and looked back at Archenov, uttering something like "Yare Yare Daze." as he picked up Archenov by the arms, walking a few steps to the other side of the road, disappearing into the thick crowd.

Everything then resumed, the panicked crowd and the wimpy police officer were confused.

Where had the Russian boy went?

No one knew.

The wimpy police officer fainted as with some elders at the same time.

An arrogant, sly blonde mafia fool got arrested that day for trying to shoot a child, but failing to do so.

JON WECKE STREET [THE ASHFERN CAFE]
7:06 AM
AUGUST 20 1866

"What's yer order mate?" A redhead freckled waiter asked a man with a checkered hat.

"A glass of wine." The man with the checkered hat said to the freckled redhead waiter, with a strange accent.

"Fine then mate, going ta tell tha chef tha order now." The waiter went back to the kitchen to tell the chef, not really minding the accent of the man, he's met much weirder people, like a woman with pink hair.

After a few minutes, the freckled red head waiter came back with a glass of wine in hand, carefully placing it on the table.

"Aigh't mate, tell me if ya need anything else, don't spill any wine though mate, we've lost some wine and wine glasses due to some bumbling idiots getting into a bloody dumb fight mate." The freckled redhead waiter waved and went to another table, taking some orders and going back into the kitchen.

The man with a checkered hat took a sip of wine.

THE FERISCHE MANSION [ARDEN'S ROOM]
7:10 AM
AUGUST 20 1866

Arden was holding his pale hands together on his bed, thinking about something that was about JoJo, to when he was interrupted by John before.

[Back on track, since it's the 1860's, probably, that means Phantom Blood is near..but when exactly?]

[The ROB didn't really tell me much of anything, but since I had poor hearing back then, I might have missed some important information about something...] He theorized in deep thought as he stood up and started walking back and forth, still holding his pale hands together.

[I've also realized something, I know I died to that monster, but what is the aftermath of it?]

[Is everything paused forever or is my family continuing on with regret?]

Arden just continued to theorize a little more sadder this time around and walk back and forth until he was too tired to do that at the same, to which he dived down onto his bed once more to take a short nap in the comfy blanket and the soft, soft pillows.

Nothing beats the soft cottony pillows of this mansion.

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