2 Calling

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So looking back at Remember Us, I made Post Morioh era a bit too confusing. I'm trying to make it the same while looking back on my book. It's a bit more harder than I expected.

And so, that evening I made the first call to his hotel room.

Jotaro picked up his hotel phone, "Kujo."

I said, "It's me. Have anything to tell about your day?"

He said, "I have nothing to say."

"That's fine," I said. Instead, I told him about my day. "I am actually preparing to leave and go back to the America headquarters. It's quite hectic. I did enjoy my little time in Morioh. It's a nice and quite town."

"Hm," he mumbled as he listened.

And it went like that for the next week after I came back to America. I kept calling him every other day. He never told me to stop calling, so I kept calling. Sometimes Joseph would answer when I called those nights Jotaro didn't. He would tell me that Jotaro was asleep

Then something different happened after a month.

"There's a serial killer," he said.

"Really?" I said surprised.

"Yeah," he said. "He just killed one of Josuke's friends."

I gasped, "Oh no. I'm so sorry." I covered my mouth thinking about someone just got killed.

Jotaro told me about there was no trace of this kid. He was twelve years old. So young. He told me that he was tired and went to bed.

Each time I called, Jotaro has something new to say about the development of the serial killer. Another friend of his got killed later on.

Then one day everything changed. He didn't tell me about what was going on with Morioh. He started by saying, "When I was younger, I had to take a journey to Egypt." He continued by telling me about the friends he made with Polnareff, Avdol and Kakyoin. He made it to the end by saying that two of three of them died. "It's the same. Josuke and everyone else could've died. I was closeby while Josuke and Okuyasu were fighting for their lives. Then Kira got close and almost killed us. If I wasn't so negligent..." He sighed.

"You caught him right?"

"He's dead." He added, "An ambulance ran over him."

I winced just thinking about it, but I replied, "But they are alive. Everyone else is alive because of you. You worked hard, and it paid off." He told me a lot about his investigation, so I knew it was true.

I waited for a response.

There was a sniff. A shuddering breath sounded on the line. Before then, I never heard a grown man cry on the phone. It was quiet, but subtle.

Then he hung up the phone.

I sighed as I hung up the phone to the dial tone. I couldn't help but let a sad smile to creep upon my face.

Jotaro opened up. Even though it ended with him venting and hanging up on me in the end while actually crying, it was something.

He defeated Yoshikage Kira and called me to tell him about. He called because I told him to call me after he was about to get careless and overdrink. That was good enough for me. And it had to be good enough because after that, he didn't answer my calls again. I gave up after a week.

I continued on my daily life working for the Speedwagon Foundation in America.

Then a month later, I was requested with a few others to work with Jotaro and Polnareff in Africa. (a/n: don't ask me where, I know nothing about Africa. I just know he was there for quite some time) Polnareff was visiting Jotaro to help out some despite then splitting up to search for other arrows earlier. He was only going to be there for a short while.

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