〖JJBA - EN〗- Last Judgement

Chapter 3: Death as rebirth.

Naples, Italy. November 13th, 1987.

After several days of investigation, Antonio's death was still classified as a work-related accident and the case was dropped. (Y/N) was placed in a foster home with other young people her age while waiting to find out what the judges would decide for her. Strangely, she no longer wanted to return to France. She was determined to clarify this matter. And now she had all the cards in her hand to understand.

Passione.

It was the name of the Mafia her father was investigating.

It was now the name of the Mafia she was investigating.

That morning, she showed up at one of the prisons in Naples, with a very specific idea in mind. After queuing behind other visitors, she told the guards who she wanted to see. They all looked at each other with big eyes, but didn't decline her request, despite her young age. She was checked and given strict instructions before being taken to a large secure hallway. She didn't ask any questions, pretending she knew very well what she was doing. But in her chest, her heart was racing. The man accompanying her left her alone. In front of her stood a huge glass cell. And inside, a huge man was tasting many fruits. His atypical physique, to say the least, made the young girl take a step back. Her heart kept pounding in her chest. But she remained calm. The man finally laid his dark eyes on her, she shivered.

"Hello, what do I owe the honor of this visit?"

(Y/N) stared at him for several seconds, before asking in a voice that wanted to be confident.

"Are you Polpo?"

- In the flesh. And you are?..."

She frowned hesitantly.

"(Y/N) (L/N), sir.

- Huh? It doesn't sound very Italian. Besides, you have a little accent when you speak...

- Ah, yes... my mother is French, but my father is Italian.

- So you mean you have your mother's name... why?"

Why so many questions? The girl began to sway from one foot to the other.

"Because I have always lived with my mother. But I-

- What's your name?

-... I told you, (Y/N) (L/N).

- Your real name. The Italian one."

And shit. Impossible to avoid this question. She started to nervously scratch the palms of her hands which she tried to hide behind her back.

"... Zeppeli. (Y/N) Zeppeli.

- Ha, Zeppeli!"

He took a sip of wine from a stemmed glass. The great luxury, for an inmate. He had to corrupt the guards, no doubt. He continued, in his voice from beyond the grave.

"Tell me, Zeppeli. Why are you so nervous?

-... I'm not nervous.

- Could it be linked to the death of your father?"

Shit. He had a head start.

"Know that if, like him, you try to investigate Passione... you will not know another fate!"

He burst out laughing, but it clearly wasn't funny. (Y/N) was again met by shivers. She had to find a solution, and quickly.

"No, I told you, I have always lived with my mother. My father never took care of me, I don't care what or who killed him... even if you just gave me the answer. "