Cairo, Egypt. January 11th, 1989.
"Looking for this mansion? I've been fixing roofs here for 40 years, but this building doesn't recall anything to me. On the other hand, given the construction, it must be at least a century old. So if you look south of here, you'll find it eventually. In Cairo, the further south you go, the older the buildings. Sorry for not being more helpful.
- No thank you. Sorry for the inconvenience."
Searches still turned up nothing. And Holy's condition was getting worse. The doctors only gave her a few days left. But Joseph was formal, they were two steps away from Dio. He felt it. But it wasn't just Dio. They felt like someone had been following them for a while. And Polnareff decided to take charge of it, while the others were discussing. Jotaro took the opportunity to light a cigarette, under (Y/N)'s disapproving gaze who was looking at him with disgust. He held her gaze defiantly, blowing smoke through his nose. She rolled her eyes. There was a small noise in the street nearby which stopped their little staring games.
"Polnareff, did you find out who was following us?" Avdol asked, turning in the direction the Frenchman had just disappeared.
No answer. After exchanging a look and remaining on their guard, they approached the alley in which Polnareff was supposed to be.
"Are you all right, Polnareff? He does not answer.
- That's suspicious", Jotaro said.
- Were we really being followed?" Joseph asked. "Answer! Hey, can you hear us?
- Jean Pierre?"
Arriving at the corner of the street, they came across Polnareff, slumped against a wall, a big smile on his face. She knew him by heart, (Y/N) had no trouble seeing that he was forcing that smile.
"So, are you okay? What are you doing? Is there a problem?
- Uh no!"
Lies. She frowned.
"There... There was no one. I got wrong ideas."
He was sweating profusely. (Y/N) squinted, and she saw him gulped with difficulty.
"But why are you staying glued to the corner of the wall?" Avdol asked.
"I had a bit of an urge to pee, haha, hahaha!
- What?
- Are you serious?" Joseph grumbled. "You were planning to do this in the middle of the street? You're so shamless!"
Polnareff gave a little embarrassed laugh, before sticking his tongue out to the side and making a terrible face. The boys blinked uncomprehendingly, despite Polnareff's best efforts to try to get a message across to them. But (Y/N) understood immediately. The Reaper brought her her scythe and she crept closer.
"What's going on (Y/N)?" Joseph asked, rubbing his beard. "Did you see an enemy?"
Polnareff gulped and (Y/N) slapped her forehead in disbelief. Joseph was nice, but how stupid he could be! Fortunately, the Frenchman sneezed at the right moment, revealing Hol Horse who was about to explode his skull with a bullet from his Stand. Silver Chariot took the opportunity to kick him in the back of the head and send him crashing into pots of oil.
"Finally!" Polnareff cried, freed. "Watch out, there's another one under the box over there!"
But they didn't have time to do anything. A van slid into the oil on the ground and lost control, knocking everyone over. (Y/N) didn't have time to move away, the vehicle hit her head-on and she violently hit her head against a stone wall. Immediately, she lost consciousness.
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〖JJBA - EN〗- Last Judgement
FanfictionBorn of a French mother and an Italian father, (Y/N) is a very ordinary young girl. At least that's what she would like to claim. Because the truth, here it is, (Y/N) can see ghosts. Would this just be a simple paranormal ability? Or would that powe...
