Butterfly Effect

Alright then, it's time to continue the story. I can't promise that this chapter is going to be exciting. The antagonists here are pure comic relief. I think the Oingo Boingo arc was funny and nice, but not suited for fanfiction. Nonetheless, I've skipped enough. I'm gonna cover all the remaining villains.

Answer to cecebeec: Ah, it's not that bad. Kakyoin didn't lose his eyesight in canon, he only got 2 scars, and they didn't even make him less handsome. Marco'll be fine.

I do not own JoJo's Bizarre Adventure


Chapter 14: Oingo Boingo Brothers

The crusaders were on the highway toward the city of Aswan. The ride was going smoothly until they spotted police cars and traffic cones. Turns out there was a traffic accident. A bus and a truck had collided, the bus was lying on its side.

"That's awful…" Avdol lamented. "The bus was thrown on its side. People were thrown from it. There had to be some deaths."

Yes, there were some deaths. One death stood out in particular. A man who'd flown through the crashed bus' broken windows had his neck impaled after crashing into a utility pole. A horrifying amount of blood sullied his clothes and dripped down.

"My god, how gruesome." Caesar remarked, shuddering. This looked worse than anything he'd seen during the Pillar Men time.

"Eek, I wouldn't want to die like this! " Hol Horse commented in a disturbed tone, shivering in dread.

"…Judging from your voices, I'm glad I don't have to see whatever you're seeing." Marco joked. A thick layer of bandage was covering his eyes. Once they'd reach Aswan, he'd directly go to the hospital.

"Let's hurry." Joseph spoke, not wanting to spend any second longer at a side of tragedy like this. He was also afraid of his stomach turning in the case of sighting more corpses with gruesome deaths as the background. The old Joestar hit the gas when the police allowed him through.

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In Aswan, after leaving the Zeppeli at the hospital, the crusaders decided to visit a café, sit down and drink something. There were many different cafés in the street they were walking, so Polnareff chose the one café his cigarette pointed at after throwing it on the ground.

"Littering is bad, you know." the old Zeppeli reprimanded his student before they entered that café.

"Welcome." a muscular young man wearing youthful clothes greeted. "May I take your order?"

That man appeared to work at this café. In reality, he hit the owner of the café unconscious by whacking the back of the owner's head with a pan. He was Oingo, Stand user of [Khnum], closely working together with his younger brother Boingo, Stand user of [Thoth]. Their mission was to quietly assassinate the crusaders. Of course, the order came from DIO.

"I'll uhh… have tea." the frenchman said.

"Same here."

"Same."

Oingo received the order. "Yes, tea…" he stoically muttered, turning around to get the tea. "7 teas, then."

"No." Joseph spoke up, not agreeing with the orders of the others. "Let's not get something like tea or coffee."

Nobody could see it as his head was facing the other way, though through a slight, tiny angle, Oingo intensely glared at the crusaders with severe annoyance.

"What? Why, Joestar-san?" Polnareff wanted to know.

"Ah, I get it." Avdol quickly figured, explaining in the old Joestar's stead. "Since this is Egypt, our enemy's turf, it makes it much harder to predict where they are coming from. Just like airplane accidents, we have to worry about poison. I guess from now on we should only drink something if it comes in a can or a bottle." The egyptian was still a little disappointed, though. After spending so much time away from his country, he really wanted to drink some egyptian tea again.

"Well said, Avdol. Just like I would've said." Joseph calmly praised, then turning his attention to the 'café owner'. "Hey! Scratch that tea. We want cola instead. We want the front cans in the right compartment. Don't open them, just give them to us." He pointed at a see-through fridge full of soft drinks.

Things weren't going like Boingo's comic book Stand foretold him. They were supposed to drink tea that he could poison. Oingo was taken aback by the abrupt interference into their plan.

"Cooolaaa?!" he called, turning his face back to the crusaders. He bore a very unnerved and shocked, even irritated expression.

"Anything wrong?" Jotaro asked, noticing how the reaction was very unusual.

"N… No Sir. 6 colas, right away." Oingo corrected himself, walking over to the fridge to get them.

"Yes, and we can open them ourselves." the old Joestar repeated.

"Fuck yeah, cola!" the gunslinger from America cheered like a child. He was about to drink his national beverage.

The crusaders weren't alone in the café, other guests sat at other tables as well. One man stood up from his chair and started angrily complaining. "Hey, man! This cola isn't cold at all! What kind of café is this?! I'm not paying for this shit, you son of a bitch!"

That outburst didn't go unnoticed.

"Yuck! Warm cola is disgusting!" Kakyoin spoke in disdain, cringing. He directed his attention on Oingo. "Are the colas really not cold?"

"Uh… no, the fridge is busted." Oingo was telling the truth here.

"Joestar-san, you are too nervous." the frenchman told, not feeling nervous at all. "Let's say this owner really is our enemy and wants to poison us. How would he know we were coming here? There are a lot of cafés in this town and I just picked one. If there were only one, it would be a different story, but there are so many of them."

"I see where you're coming from, but we can't afford to be naive." Avdol lectured with understanding. "Better safe than sorry."

"That's right, I just want to be careful." the old Joestar reasoned.

"Fine, if you are that stubborn, let's go to the one across the street!" the frenchman spoke in annoyance, standing up. He was about to leave the café, but saw a fire burning and people yelling in front of that other café.

"Fire! My place is on fire! Someone threw a lit cigarette on the street and it burned the garbage!"

Polnareff then decided not to go. "Oh, forget it."

"Forget the colas, too. We'll have the teas after all." Joseph told Oingo.

"Oh, no cola…" the cowboy comically sulked.

Meanwhile, Oingo was pleased about the development. He happily prepared poisoned tea for the 7 and later delivered the cups while maintaining his stoic expressionless look.

"Here you go."

"Thanks."

The crusaders were about to take their first sip.

"Hm… really, who would be stupid enough to throw their cigarette near the garbage." the frenchman innocently mused.

Caesar inwardly facepalmed. 'Why is this guy only a genius in battle?'

Behind the back of the counter, Oingo and Boingo were inwardly rejoicing at the sight of the crusaders drinking their poisoned tea so easily. They were sipping the tea.

Suddenly, a female visitor of the café started screaming in outrage. "Aaaaaah! This dog! It ate my cake! Whose dog is this?!"

Iggy, the crusader out of the picture. The mention of him made the crusaders comically spit out their tea with widened eyes. Realization hit. "IGGY!"

"Yare Yare…"

"We forgot about him…"

"That little troublemaker…"

Iggy's antics caused great chaos in the café. The affected woman started throwing plates at the dog in a tantrum of fury. "Stupid dog! It ate my cake! Get out of here!"

With his objective cleared, the Boston Terrier happily fled down the street. Afraid of him causing more mischief in town, the crusaders all stood up and began chasing the misbehaving mutt.

"Stop running! You fucking dog!" they shouted, chasing their newest problematic member, eventually running far enough from the café.

Oingo and Boingo were livid, watching them run off after their assassination plan failed moments before succeeding. But they'd surely get them next time…

would they?

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Next on the crusaders' list to do after somewhat cleaning up after their animal member, was visiting Marco in the hospital. The crusaders had separated into 2 groups. One consisted of Jotaro, Kakyoin and Avdol. The other one consisted of Joseph, Polnareff, Caesar and Hol Horse.

When the latter group returned to their car after briefly going somewhere on their own, the four noticed someone in the car.

That person inside the car was Oingo, placing a bomb disguised as an orange in the car. According to his brother's Stand's prediction, he'd kill half of the crusaders.

"Hey! Who's there? Who's in our car?!" the frenchman aggressively questioned, raising his voice.

"Hold on, Polnareff." the old Joestar calmly said. "It must be either Jotaro, Kakyoin or Avdol."

"Jotaro told me they were heading directly to the hospital." the cowboy stated, doubting it was one of the three.

"Right. Could it be that this person might be an enemy who's messing with our car?" the old Zeppeli theorized, narrowing his eyes in suspicion.

Polnareff frowned. Egypt was dangerous territory for them, every enemy could be dangerous. That potential enemy was being caught in the act. If they captured him, they could press important information out of him. He approached the car closer.

"Hey, stop hiding behind there! Who are you? Come out!"

A hat tip poked out of the car's other side. Not nearly enough to identify this person.

"I said come out now! Hurry up, bastard!"

On second glance, that hat looked just like Jotaro's hat. Was that Jotaro?

'Jotaro' gradually raised the rest of his head, making himself visible. "Hey, what's the matter, guys? It's me, can't you tell?"

"Oh, it's you, Jotaro." the gunslinger smiled. "Why are you here, though? Didn't you go straight to the hospital with Avdol and Kakyoin? I mean, that's what you told me."

"Huh?" Oingo's eyes widened for the fraction of a second, radiating nervousness and hesitation. He didn't think through the fact that Jotaro's appearance alone wouldn't protect the authentity of his disguise if he acted contradictory. He needed a lie fast.

"Oh. Uh. Right, the hospital… I forgot something, so I came back. I left my wallet in the car, so I came to get it." 'Jotaro' lied. "Yare Yare Daze, you know."

"…"

There was something off about him. The young Joestar didn't seem like his usual self. In the close and hectic situation he was in, Oingo overlooked many details.

"Jotaro, where's your Gakuran?" Joseph asked, noting the out of character clothing.

"My what?!" 'Jotaro' repeated with an extremely surprised voice. Oingo was taken aback by that question, he completely missed that he can't replicate clothes.

'Haven't I seen these clothes before…?' Caesar mused, rubbing his chin.

"Hihi, those are silly clothes, my friend." the frenchman teased the 'young Joestar'. "Oingo, who's that, a band?"

"…Ah… oh, my outfit… I mean my Gakuran! It's… it's at the dry cleaners! I took it to get cleaned but I didn't have enough money." he lied, looking and sounding extremely awkward.

Hol Horse suddenly changed the topic. Something said earlier piqued his interest. "Come to think of it, you never told me what your favorite band was. Can you tell me?"

Oingo almost went pale. He knew nothing about the real Jotaro's tastes. The young Joestar's grandfather was there too, so one wrong answer and his disguise would most likely be blown.

"Ah… uhh, sorry for never telling you about my favorite band, Hol Horse…" 'Jotaro' slowly spoke, trying to waste time. "It never occured to me that I've never told you… My favorite band… is…"

Luckily for the impostor, Polnareff came to his aid. "Save the chit chat for later, we're going this instant."

The frenchman opened the car, gesturing at the 'young Joestar' to get in. "Let's go."

"Huh?!" Oingo quickly realized another mistake of his. [Thoth] predicted to his brother that Jotaro would be along those who'd be blown up. But if he was wearing Jotaro's face, then he would be the casualty, not the real Jotaro!

"No! I… I'm going to walk!" 'Jotaro' protested, attempting to walk away. But Polnareff grabbed him by the shoulder and pushed him into the back seat, right next to the cowboy in the middle of the back row.

"We don't have enough time, Jotaro! It'll be faster if you get in the car!" the frenchman insisted in a lecturing tone.

Oingo couldn't resist against Polnareff. Against his will he was placed in the midst of his enemies.

'Aggh! Nooo!' the impostor screamed in his head, put in a less than optimal position. 'This is bad! I need to undo my Jotaro disguise, or else I'll be the one who blows up!'

'Jotaro' was panicking hard, especially internally. He tried to restrain his anxiety flowing outside, though he failed at that. The cowboy next to him didn't fail to notice.

"Hm? Jotaro, buddy, what's with you today?" the gunslinger honestly inquired. Ever since going with the crusaders, it was the real Jotaro out of all people he got the closest with.

"N- nothing…"

Hol Horse attempted to cheer up the 'young Joestar', offering him an orange. "Want some?"

Oingo's watchful eyes immediately focused on that orange. It was a dangerous orange, one that could explode. Oingo wanted that orange and throw it out the window so that he wouldn't get blown up. The cowboy's offer came in handy.

"I'll take it!" he said, throwing it outside the window the second he got his hands on the 'fruit'. "But I won't eat it, because… it's bad!"

"Bad?" the gunslinger repeated, raising his brow in confusion. "Looked totally fine to me."

"Well… uh…" 'Jotaro' stammered, trying to find a somewhat decent lie to tell. "It… may have looked fine to you, because… you only looked at… the side facing you! Yeah! I saw a brown mark you couldn't see!"

One thing going for Oingo's acting skills was that he could act energetic and confident after crafting together lies.

"Is that so?" In the end, Hol Horse decided to give the now relieved 'young Joestar' the benefit of doubt. "Meh, whatever."

Suddenly Polnareff spoke up from the front seat. "Look, Joestar-san! It's Iggy! He's chasing our car!" the frenchman loudly reported. "He has an orange in his mouth. I wonder if he stole it?"

His words were spot on. After Joseph slowed down a bit, Iggy jumped inside. In his mouth the dog carried something orange.

For 'Jotaro' that was very bad news. He managed to save himself, only for the same threat to literally get dragged back to him. The 'young Joestar' placed his hands against the side of his head in horror. His eyes bulged out and a lot of sweat erupted anew. He got so panicked he forgot to keep quiet. "Noooooooo!"

"'No'?" the old Joestar noticed, wondering why his 'grandson' burst out like that. "What's the matter? I never thought I'd hear you crying out like that. You're acting strange."

Another mistake in the heat of the moment from the impostor. Oingo was very easy to crack under pressure, the one single way for him to get out of those situations was to lie.

"N… No? I meant… uhh… 'Did you notice that cow over there?' That's all."

Too bad for him, his lies weren't convincing. Yes, the cow was there, but 'Jotaro' didn't speak or act like Jotaro at all.

Even the dense Polnareff noticed. "Jotaro, my bro, you are acting peculiar today… Where is your usual composure?" the frenchman inquired, sounding more serious than usual. His eyes were narrow. "This is just a wild guess, but… you're not a fake, are you?"

"For real, Jotaro is unusually expressive today." the old Zeppeli added.

"Y… Yare Yare Daze! What are you talking about, Polnareff?" Oingo tried to sound tough, though even an idiot could notice how fake that sounded.

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A little more time passed. Polnareff wanted the impostor to show him a cigarette trick he learned from the real Jotaro again. "Hey Jotaro, show me that trick again."

'Jotaro' didn't know what the frenchman was talking about. He now had another reason to worry. "That… trick?"

"The one you taught me. You know… this!"

The 'young Joestar' was completely lost. He started nervously sweating again. "'This?'"

"Hey! Show me one more time! Come on!" Polnareff continued insisting like a child. "Show me how you do it."

Polnareff placed a lit cigarette between his lower teeth and lip, holding it vertically like a candle. He then flipped it backwards and closed his mouth. Smoke came out his nose.

"Oh, you've become good at it, Polnareff." Joseph remarked.

"Oh, that… You mean that trick!" Oingo acted as if he knew what the frenchman meant all along.

"Hey, I wanna see that too!" the cowboy joined in with excitement, putting 'Jotaro' under more pressure.

"Sure, it's easy." the 'young Joestar' bluffed. He was nervous, but he could actually pull off that trick.

"Okay, do the one with 5 cigarettes!" Polnareff asked him to do.

"5? Please, Jotaro, I really wanna see you doing that!" the gunslinger also requested.

"…" Some seconds of silence in disbelief before an outraged outcry, wide eyes and all. "F- FIVE?!"

The frenchman still insisted like a child, paying no heed to Oingo's implied complaints. "Hahaha! Hurry up, I want to see you do it again."

Sweat covered the impostor's entire face. Never had he been this nervous before, or under this much pressure. He knew he couldn't match the real Jotaro's talent, but they were suspicious of him, so if he wouldn't do that…

"Fine! Fine! I'll do five!" 'Jotaro' gave in, giving that trick a try.

It proved to be difficult, but was working so far.

"Awesome!"

"Nice!"

Hol Horse and Polnareff sure were liking this show.

'I did it! Fuck yeah! I did it!' the 'young Joestar' triumphantly thought while his heart was racing. 'People can do anything when their life is on the line!'

And then…

"Here." The frenchman handed Oingo a bottle of juice. "Last time you drank juice before extinguishing the cigarettes."

"Really?! Awesome, can you show me?!" the cowboy beamed, turning out to be the most troublesome passenger for the impostor. At least Iggy didn't bother him.

"…" 'Jotaro''s eyes were comically wide. He bore an expression that looked like he was about to snap. Yet, he had to do it to clear suspicion.

It came as it had to come, the 'young Joestar' bottled it, proceeding to let out a cry in pain.

"UGYAAAAAAA!"

"Oh no!"

"He messed it up!"

"Jotaro, are you all right?"

"Oh my god!"

Oingo burned his tongue. It hurt so much, but not as much as his head. He had enough, he just wanted out of that car and away from these weirdos. 'I have to get out of here… That's it! I'll pretend to be sick! I'll ask them to let me out of the car to throw up!'

While thinking of his escape plan, 'Jotaro' clasped his hands. Polnareff didn't fail to notice this. "My friend, the way you clasp your hands… You clasp your hands with your left thumb on top!"

"Huh?!" The impostor was confused for a second, but then he became scared instead. 'Oh no…! Does Jotaro always clasp his hands with his right thumb on top?! How the hell would anyone notice that?! Wh- what am I gonna do?'

Oingo geniuinely believed he was done for, and then the frenchman unknowingly made fun of him by laughing. The matter was completely trivial and unnecessary.

"Gyahahaha! Jotaro, the way you hold your hands is proof that you were a woman in your past life!" Polnareff claimed superstitiously. "I have my right thumb on top, so I was a man in my past life."

The old Joestar went along. "Oh really? My left thumb goes on top too."

"Heh heh heh! I'm sorry, Joestar-san, that proves you too were once female!"

"What do you mean proves? What do your thumbs have to do with it?"

"Haha! Male Power!" the gunslinger bragged from behind, playing the game.

"…Guess I used to be female." Caesar commented, shrugging.

All that superstitious gossip-tier talk made 'Jotaro' sick. His head sunk into his palms, obstructing his view. 'This is so stupid! Now I do really feal sick! They're sucking the life out of me!'

'I'll just tell them I have a stomachache! And when they stop, I'll run for it! I just have to undo my disguise!' the 'young Joestar' decided, truly having enough of the crusaders.

Just before he was about to ask, the frenchman suggested something unknowingly dangerous. "Jotaro, let's see who can eat an orange the fastest! I bet I can eat mine in one bite!"

"What?!"

Oingo's heart almost stopped when Polnareff's fingers were about to peel off the 'orange', triggering the bomb. He had to stop him at all costs.

"NOOO! DON'T DO IT!" 'Jotaro' screamed in panic, fully disclosing his feelings through his expression.

Everyone then looked at him in surprise, not knowing why the 'young Joestar' just screamed.

"What's the matter, Jotaro?" Joseph inquired.

"Man, you're acting strange." Hol Horse observed.

Polnareff hesitated.

"N- N- Not that orange. Not that one." Oingo anxiously pleaded the frenchman not to eat the fake orange.

"Huh? Why? What's wrong with this one?" Polnareff wanted to know.

"Th- Think about it. Iggy found it. Who knows if he found it in a ditch?" 'Jotaro' nervously argued, pointing at the Boston Terrier who couldn't care less.

"It's not dirty. It looks fine!" The frenchman was both as stubborn and cheerful as a child. "If you're so pick, I'll eat it! Now, on the count of three~"

The impostor had to get out immediately. Words weren't going to convince Polnareff, who could go die for all Oingo cared. But he had no intention to take part in this death.

"St- St- Stop the car! I have to go the bathroom! My stomach hurts! Stop!" 'Jotaro' put up an act, really putting his heart and soul into that suffering facial expression with his eyes bulging out and his mouth gaping open. There was nothing more the 'young Joestar' wanted than to leave.

"Aggh! I can't hold it anymore! Let me out! Let me out!" Oingo was crying now. "I'll go behind that rock! You look the other way!"

"Wait a second, Jotaro! We're almost at the hospital!" the old Joestar reminded.

"No! Go on without me! I mean it! I'll catch up later! Goodbye!"

"Geez, you're throwing such a tantrum." the old Zeppeli commented.

Right as their car came to a halt, the impostor jumped outside, preparing to run away. He'd never associate with those people anymore. But one last time, something held him back.

"Hey! Not so fast!"

Everyone in the car intensely stared at 'Jotaro'.

'No way! No! Am I going to get uncovered now of all times?!' he feared, uneasily staring back at these faces, sweating very much. His heartbeat was incredibly fast.

Turns out it was just something minor. "Here's some paper."

Oingo gladly fetched the toilet paper, turning around and running away. He could finally make comically relieved expression, as he was no longer under their pressure. 'I did it! I made it out of the car! I'm safe! I'll go behind that rock and undo my disguise! Uwahahaha! Gyahahaha!'

Meanwhile, the frenchman was taking the 'young Joestar''s words into account. Realizing that this 'orange' was filthy, he threw it outside the window.

That bomb landed in the running path of Oingo, directly below his step.

"Huh?" The impostor was stuck in both the Jotaro disguise and his smug relieved laughter with a widened mouth when stepping on his own bomb.

"OH ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING MEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"

*Boom!*

Too bad for him, Oingo didn't get to undo the disguise. The premonition of [Thoth] came true.

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Utterly destroyed and wasted, Oingo was lying on the ground. Boingo came to him not long after, after not being able to directly help his older brother for the entire fiasco.

"OINGO! B-B-Big brother!" the younger brother exclaimed in worry, concerned and emotional about his brother's state of health. He kneeled to the side of his brother who was too injured to establish eye contact. "O-O-Oingo… H-Hang in there!"

"Wuh… wuh…" Oingo weakly breathed out. He was in dire need of a hospital. "We lost, Boingo… they beat us without even trying…"

"N… no, big brother. My Stand [Thoth] hasn't lost yet…" Boingo protested, intending to both cheer up and avenge his brother. "I'll… kill them on my own!"

Despite the pain, Oingo tried his hardest to move his head. He could now see his younger brother's face. Boingo's eyes bore an intense sense of courage and resolution. Was he hallucinating?

"On your owm…? No, Boingo! Don't do it!" he warned, worried about what the crusaders would do to him. "You can't even talk to anyone without me! They're not ordinary guys, it's impossible!"

"I'm gonna do it! I've made up my mind!" the younger brother stubbornly insisted. "I'll do it by myself! I mean it!"

The young boy maintained that resolute and fearless expression. Oingo felt a lot of pride, figuring he didn't hallucinate. "Boingo, you're…"

"I'm going to avenge you! I'll kill them! [Thoth]'s prophecy will come true!"

"My shy little brother is going to do it… alone? *Sniff* You've grown up, Boingo…"

Sadly for Boingo's development, his courage didn't get to last. Earlier, even before the orange bomb plan, him and his brother beat up a random man just because they thought he looked stupid. That man returned for revenge, and even brought along extra muscle.

"That's them! The guys who beat me up and stole my wallet!" the man angrily told his ruffians. "All right, you guys! Beat them to a bloody pulp! Make them scream and I'll give you a bonus!"

Heh, let's just say Oingo, who already needed an ambulance, was in an even greater need of one. Boingo joined that condition.

Oingo Boingo Brothers : Retired!

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Soon after, the car arrived at the hospital. The real Jotaro, Avdol and Kakyoin had been waiting for them.

"Huh? Jotaro!" The four were surprised to see him there.

"Hey. Took you guys long enough." the young Joestar casually said.

"We took too long?" the cowboy repeated, taken aback by this. "How can you poop so fast? Is that one of your powers? You're quick!"

"I can't believe you got here before us. You even went to the dry cleaners?" Joseph remembered, noting this Jotaro had his Gakuran on.

'…?' The young Joestar had no clue what they were talking about.

Neither had Noriaki and the egyptian, who glanced at each other in confusion and shrugged.

Suddenly, an ambulance drove in front of the hospital gate. The vehicle stopped, and paramedics opened the rear doors of the ambulance, ready to transfer two injured people inside the hospital building.

One of those injured wore familiar clothing, at least to 4 of the crusaders. This got their attention. "Huh? That man's outfit…"

"Do you know him?" Jotaro calmly inquired.

"No, of course not!" Polnareff denied, quickly turning his head away.

"Come on. Let's go and find out how Marco's doing." Caesar spoke, doing the same.

With that secret kept, the crusaders went to see how one of their injured was doing.

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"Ah, hello~" Marco cheerfully greeted his visitors. The doctors had earlier told him they were visiting.

"Hey, uncle. How are you doing?" The young Joestar was the first to ask, showing how much he cared about the Zeppeli.

"Honestly, pretty fine." Marco stated. "Luckily my cornea wasn't cut, so they said my wounds will heal quickly."

"That's good to hear." the old Zeppeli told his son. "May I ask how quickly?"

"The bandages will come off in a few days. I'll stay here and catch up with you later." the Zeppeli informed.

"Heh… What can we do without you in these days?" Avdol sheepishly joked. "You'll be missed."

"And damn right I'll miss you." Marco chuckled. "The next days are going to be so boring for me…"

A few more words had been exchanged before visiting hours ended. The Zeppeli had one last thing to say.

"It's less than 800 km to Cairo and DIO. Be careful, I doubt it'll be that easy…"


Chapter 14 end. Well, there's not much to say about this chapter. It's more of a filler chapter and far less original than the ones that are about to come next. The next fights, Anubis, Mariah, Alessi, are going to be very different from canon, unlike this chapter. Are you looking forward to those?

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