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I was tired from the long week I had so I couldn't really focus on writing up this chapter, but anyways Enjoy!

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THE TAMAKETSU MANSION [TETSUYA'S ROOM]
5:02 PM
MARCH 14 20XX

Shimada was standing up silently, drinking some water, looking tired and a little annoyed while giving his friend a glare from above, who was laying down on the floor, his hat covering his face entirely, seemingly not noticing how much time had passed since they've arrived at the mansion.

Then Shimada complained.

"Mr. Makamura, can we move somewhere else, for example the other rooms?" Shimada pointed at the opened sliding door obviously.

"I think you've forgotten why we're here Mr. Makamura, it's feeling like it's been two hours here!" Shimada annoyingly complained as he slouched and came closer to Makamura, shaking him until he woke up, to which he didn't, so it made Shimada even more annoyed than before, being evident in his narrowed brows.

"Mr. Makamura, Caesar's gone and Joseph's sad." Shimada muttered tiredly, not really hoping this old gag he heard from his strange female co-workers would get Makamura to wake up, he didn't really know anything about these two characters beside the fact that they were related to the show Makamura was obsessed with from when they were children, JoJo's Bizarre Adventure.

It worked like a charm, too much actually.

It made Shimada from the future regret doing it, as future Makamura would joke and tease about that to him, repeatedly, everyday.

Makamura immediately sat up, his hat magically at his head as if it was there from the start and with wide open teary eyes, he said dramatically with both his tightened fists...

"SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZAAAAAAAAAAAA-"

Shimada winced as he covered his ears, looking the other way.

"I immediately regret doing this, I should have went wise monk route instead of detective work dammit.." Shimada muttered as he walked backwards quickly, away from Makamura, seemingly taking cover behind the sliding door with covered ears, hoping Makamura would stop screaming.

THE TAMAKETSU MANSION [TETSUYA'S ROOM]
5:10 PM
MARCH 20XX

"-AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" Makamura finally stopped screaming and acting all strange during that, Shimada sighed in slight relief as he re-enters the room, giving Makamura another glare.

"Mr. Makamura, don't take a nap at a deceased victim's home please, especially in their rooms, we're going to get scolded and our asses kicked out by Fanke again from the second floor and we don't want that, do we?" Shimada asked as he grabbed Makamura's right arm, trying to make him stand up and be a serious and believable guy he was a year ago.

"Ehm..We don't Shimada, so...I'll just go to the basement, if there is one anyways, I'll try to be a sane person for once. I guess." Makamura yawned, wiping his tears away as he spinned around and stood up, doing a strange and almost impossible pose, leaving the room and Shimada in a slouchy, lazy manner soon after.

Shimada sighed as he took a deep breath.

"..Coming from you Mr. Makamura, that's seems laughable and impossible, for I'm the only sane person in the department!" Shimada raised his arms proudly.

"The women from the department have a strange obsession with a high school student that likes cherries, The other officers try to score with those strange obsessed women and your blonde wife tries to flirt endlessly with your Italian friend..." He took another deep breath.

"..Just how!?" Shimada exclaimed in a rant shock, tumbling onto the ground accidentally.

[+|FLASHBACK BEGIN|+]
THE FANKE & JOHNE HOTEL [ENTRANCE]
4:52 PM
MARCH 20XX

[When the did my plan go fucking wrong?]

[When she started to drink?]

[When I asked her to come with me?]

Archenov thought as he bumped into an arrogant mafia imbecile.

"You brat!" The mafia imbecile yelled, alerting some eyes of attention towards the imbecile and Archenov, but the mafia imbecile and Archenov himself didn't notice in the slightest for very different reasons.

"How dare you fucking bump into me, you brat!" The mafia imbecile yelling once more at Archenov, who bumped into another mafia imbecile unknowingly, the mafia imbecile #2 got angry for a second before brushing that off, the imbecile was doing anger management after all.

"I'll kill ya, you hear me stupid ugly brat!?" Then the angered mafia imbecile did in fact, pull out an AK-47 out of his giant black case, to which the people around the entrance of the hotel scattered away to avoid getting shot in the process or some who went inside the hotel to call the police on the mafia imbecile who got the AK-47 out to shoot Archenov.

But, Archenov was already a distance away from the imbecile and was about to meet his fate, even so the mafia imbecile got his AK-47 ready and pointed it right at the boy's head with his shaky hands and his small brain.

Then a hand patted on the mafia imbecile's shoulder, stopping the imbecile from pulling the trigger to shoot the boy, the imbecile turned around and looked at the man in front of him as if he was a ghost of some sort.

"Ching, Chang, Ching Chang Dragun Man, It's Handcuff Chang Time." The police officer said menacingly towards the mafia imbecile infamously known as Dragun Man as he jingled his handcuffs around jokingly towards Dragun Man.

Dragun Man gulped nervously as he turned around and tried to run for his life, tried was the keyword as the police officer handcuffed Dragun Man to a potted plant when he didn't notice.

Sooner or later, Dragun Man was thrown into the back of a police car, never to be heard or seen again, aside from a couple of strange moans that people did not notice that day.

[+|FLASHBACK END|+]

THE ?
5:10 PM
MARCH 20XX

In a room with only natural light lingering, the white coated tall man took a glance at the half-Russian boy who was unconscious on the couch, not moving.

The tall man flipped another page of a magazine on dolphins.

Then the Russian boy's eyes opened slowly, staring at an unfamiliar ceiling for a few minutes until realization came upon himself.

[Where the fuck am I?] The boy's breathing got faster and faster, his face turned tenser and tenser as he turned his head around until he saw the man that kidnapped him.

The boy pointed at them with widened eyes as they sat up frantically, falling off the couch in the process and trying to make sense what and why the man went to kidnap him at the exact moment before.

"Wh-who the fuck are you?!"

"Wha-what thy fuck is your motive?!"

"What did you do to me?!"

"How the fuck did you d-do that?!"

"Are you here to assassinate me, eliminate me? Why did you-"

"Yare Yare Daze, shut up brat." The man spat out pissed at the brat, somehow a nearby glass of milk on a table accidentally spills onto the brat's annoying face, making the brat even more confused and scared at the same time as they stood up.

"H-ho-" The brat's confusing thoughts were halted when he heard footsteps coming closer to the room they were in, finally stopping when a teenager with golden hair, who was wearing a strange magenta suit that had three red lady bugs on it came through the door, holding a tortoise with something embedded in it's shell.

"Jotaro-san, What is all this ruckus?" The teenager asked as he stared at Jotaro with a deadpanned expression.

"Yeah!" The tortoise said happily, making the brat less scared but more confused and shocked more than ever.

"T-the fucking turtle can talk!" The brat said as he started at it out of shock, making him retreat behind the couch as he looked at the tortoise with newfound fear for it.

"Ah, my apology for dragging you into this type of situation Mr. Telf and as I've forgotten to introduce myself, I am Giorno Giovanna." The teenager put the tortoise on Jotaro's lap carefully as he did a quick bow, to which after he looked at Jotaro, who looked back at him with narrowed blue eyes.

"Kujo Jotaro." Jotaro simply said without a glance at the brat as he went back reading the magazine about dolphins, not noticing the tortoise that was stuck under his elbow, trying to escape.

Giorno took the tortoise back into his hands, looking at the scared brat behind the couch who was trance staring at the teenager and tortoise.

Giorno fake coughed, breaking the brat's trance star, making the brat a little bit more focused on what Giorno was about to say.

"Let me explain this in the correct order to you Mr. Telf so it makes sense, so after the defeat of Diavolo, a door appeared out nowhere near me, to which it opened," Archenov nodded calmly. "-revealing hands of the deceased that grabbed me from behind forcefully into the door, Unfortunately I couldn't react fast enough as I wasn't paying attention to what was near me and.." Giorno was explaining it with a completely straight face to Archenov, who was now sitting on the couch and listening intently to Giorno, waiting for him to finish.

"-As for Jotaro-san, I'm not entirely sure what caused him to appear here, even he himself does not understand how that happened, but the reason you are here in the first place Mr. Telf is because Jotaro-san here caught a small glimpse of an arrow heading towards you going unnoticed by almost everyone in the crowd but himself, so when you were running carelessly and dangerously into traffic and what could have been the end of you, Jotaro-san here managed to stop that from happening."

Giorno smiled softly at Archenov with closed eyes, who was albeit a little confused and now doubting on what Giorno exactly explained to him a bit, but for now Archenov let those doubting and questioning thoughts linger for later, he was kind of tired from experiencing too many emotions this day.

Jotaro just grunted as he switched to another dolphin magazine, Jotaro's split second smile went unnoticed, fortunately everyone in the room missed that moment to the hidden relief of Jotaro.

The tortoise was forgotten when Giorno was in mid-explanation about what happened, as it slowly moved towards Jotaro's lap, Jotaro looked at the lonely tortoise once and went back to what he was doing.

The tortoise moved a little less slower than before.

Huh, Bizarre.

MAKAMURA'S APARTMENT
7:19 PM
MARCH 14 20XX

The apartment was slowly building up dirt and dust the more Makamura forgot about it and the more he went "hanging" out with Narakami and Shimada, sometimes the landlord would feel worried if Makamura was going to come back at all since they were drinking buddies, but sometimes those worries are for naught.

The doorknob clicked and turned as it opened, the light switch was flipped on as Makamura covered his eyes with his unoccupied hand at the sudden brightness in the small apartment he had.

"Damn, I'll never get used to having lights on at night, but then again an old man like me doesn't have the greatest eyesight at night since I've given up on wearing glasses." Makamura just sighed as he lazily walked to his kotatsu, putting all of the groceries he'd bought last minute when the local shops was about to close up for tonight on it.

"Then again, those glasses were Shimadareno's fault, he shouldn't have April fooled me, next time I'll April fool him when he April fools me and when I April fools him first.." He muttered as he went to his small fridge, grabbing some eggs and a bottle of beer to open up and crack open to cook those eggs.

"Dang, it's just going to be April Fools-ception if I keep thinking about it, I'll just get that off my mind with the tape I got from the mansion, it won't hurt to watch it anyways.." [Right?] Makamura thought jokingly as he laughed on the inside at the absurd thought of something horrific popping out of his flat screen TV.

Makamura just shrugged it off as he started to crack the eggs open and mix them up with salt as he turned on the...cooker? heater? Makamura didn't really care what it was called by people, even when he's being repeatedly told about by Shimada themselves, though he would call it what it was if it was Derry or Fanke, those two were a dangerous partner in cases and bad for the mind, especially Derry.

"Damn, dish ish sem gerd egg sendwonche I maid." Makamura said in all garbled ways the sentence he said could be as he watched a video on his flat screen TV about making good weapons out of anime character's weapons whilst taking another bite out of the egg sandwich.

[Though I kind of hope they'd do JoJo weapons this time, maybe the clackers from Battle Tendency or the bowling hat saw Speedwagon had from Phantom Blood?] Makamura absently thought as he continued watching and eating at the same time, while managing to keep his newly changed into clothes clean.

His Indiana Jones like hat was put on top of a small drawer he had for now, it was precious to him and he didn't want to get it damaged again like last time with Derry and Fanke.

[Now that I think about it, I wasn't really conscious about what was happening on the news lately apart from the Tamaketsu Case..so I'm just going to...] Makamura grabbed the remote and switched to the cable mode his TV had, changing the channels until he found the local news Channel called "4 Channel".

"I'm Joterebi Tachajo, the local news reporter of 4 Channel." The News Reporter, Joterebi said as the news background changed to the outside of a giant mansion that felt familiar to Makamura.

"Right now we're outside the mansion of the Tamaketsu Family-" Oh so that's why. "-because of a murder that happened on the twelfth of March, 20XX here and right now it's still being investigated, so I'll call one of the people who's working on the case with the fun game we do on our news channel, the 4 Chan Call Game~!" Joterebi said with his deep and scruffy voice, making Makamura feel a little put off and uncomfortable when he heard it.

There was now cheery music playing in the background, making Makamura more uncomfortable as Joterebi took a phone out of his pocket and mimicked the ringing of a phone a little creepily as they dial up a number, in the process of that unfolding , Makamura really wanted to bleach his eyes out and as the cherry scene was remembered by him.

Then his phone rang.

Makamura grabbed it and looked at it uncomfortably, feeling uncomfortable even more as he didn't want to answer but he had to due to it being on the news and because Shimada and Fanke would beat the shit out of him, so he swiped and answered the call.

"Who's there?" He answered, knowing it was the uncomfortable to look at news reporter from the local news channel.

"Hello there, I'm Joterebi Tachajo from 4 Channel, I have a couple of questions for you Mr..?"

"Makamura, Mr. Makamura."

"Ah yes, Mr. Makamura, so the first question here is, have you gotten any leads on who killed the now deceased Tetsuya Tamaketsu and any leads on the deceased neighbors of said deceased victim?"

[How the hell would I know? Shimada's in charge of that!] Makamura was annoyed at tha idea that he was supposed to take the reporter seriously, so he sighed.

"Unfortunately, there's not much of any leads or lead at all at the moment since we're yet to interrogate any close acquaintances of family members of said victim and as of right now the murderer is still unknown, I'm also hanging up." Shimada turned his phone off, never wanting to hear that uncomfortable-ness close up to his ear.

To which on the news Joterebi was panicking as someone used a green screen to cover the camera and prevent ruining their news channel's clean reputation.

Makamura sighed once more.

"God, I hate this." He muttered as he took a deep breath.

[..Then again, I was an Idiot for putting the crime on a Fictional Character like DIO of all things on the Tamaketsu Case and it was just a what-if scenario joke I made that was taken too seriously by Shimadareno and Fanke frankly, dammit."]

The trio of Makamura, Shimada and Narakami promised not to bring any of their female co-workers out of fear of what things they'd do to them, especially Derry, she was the one who always ruins the "hangout" they had, she tries to flirt with Makamura or Shimada as Narakami tries to stop her from doing so and in the process made the other two feel pity towards Narakami.

Makamura suddenly shuddered as if his own mistakes were crawling up his legs, he felt a little ominous as he took another egg sandwich out of the egg sandwich bowl that might be endless judging the somewhat high tower of it.

THE FANKE & JOHNE HOTEL [ROOM 206, 16TH FLOOR]
7:33 PM
MARCH 14 20XX

Sakune had finally stopped crying like a broken water fountain and acting like a brat due Archenov a few hours ago, to the relief to the people next door.

She suddenly stood up from the uncomfortable position she was in a few hours ago, walking into the bathroom

Sakune then looked at herself in the mirror, her short, golden colored hair was now messier than ever albeit a little wet and her blue eyes were squinted, she stopped looking at her hideous self, to which she locked the bathroom door and undressed herself before taking a shower.

The door to the room Sakune and Archenov was in creaked open slowly as a tall figure walked cautiously into the room, holding a bottle of wine that looked odd when you look at it from an angle.

The tall figure put the odd bottle of wine on the bed with a note attached to it saying, "Enjoy it." with the words "Chelerone S." on the bottom edge of it, unknown to Sakune.

A few minutes later, Sakune left the bathroom looking a bit refreshed as she walked over to her gray metallic suitcase, opening it and grabbing some casual clothes as she threw the towel somewhere and wore the clothes on.

She was now wearing a buttoned shirt with black suspenders over it and a checkered tie to come with the shirt and as well wearing brown leather pants and black tapping shoes to complete the look she always had.

Her stomach growled.

"Ah fuck, gonna hafta call up room service here to get something to eat." She muttered as she dialed on the room's phone and said a couple of things before turning around and noticing the odd wine that was on her bed.

"The fuck is this?" Sakune walked over to her bed, grabbing the note and reading it before grabbing the odd bottle of wine with a slight smirk on her face.

"Whoever this Chelerone S is, I'll enjoy it." Then a couple of knocks on the door was heard before Sakune opened it and with her empty stomach she snatched the food away from the hands of the room service staff, briefly before slamming door on their face without a care.

"Now for the best experience..." Sakune looked at the giant TV, planning something.

She reached for the remote, turning the TV on and opening up the odd bottle of wine as she drank it, eating some all-meat Shawarma before taking another swig of the odd wine that was placed on her bed, after a few more lasting minutes, Sakune passed out on her bed, not knowing the consequences that would come after she drank that odd bottle of wine to the last drop of it.

[||CHAPTER SIX END||]