Morioh, Japan. July 9th, 1999.
[default: English / italics: Italian]
(Y/N) was reviewing tapes from every security camera in town when her phone rang. Staring at her computer screen, she didn't even bother to check who was calling her. Maybe she should have, to prepare for what she was about to hear.
"Hello?
- Capo.
- ... Ris'?
- We have a big problem.
- I'm listening.
- No news from Sorbet and Gelato for over a week.
- ... and last time you saw them?
- Back from mission, end of June. But they set out to find out more about the Boss.
- And I asked you to stop them.
- Their motivation is money, I couldn't do anything.
- ... Then you are all in danger. No waves. Find a place to fall back if needed.
- You really have to go home.
- I know, caro. And I'll try to be quick. Promised.
- ... I'm hanging up, it'll be a minute, we could be wiretapped.
- Keep me posted."
A heavy 'beep' was the only response she received. When she put her phone back on her desk, she let out a shaky sigh that betrayed her anxiety. No matter how many times she tried to forget the harsh reality of things, she always ended up being hit hard. Impossible to have a small banal life made of calm and serenity. She was a mafia leader and shouldn't ignore this detail. The phone rang again and she answered immediately.
"... yes?
- (Y/N), I have a problem..." Jotaro said at the other end of the line.
"Oh, it's you... You know I'm in the room next door and you could have just knocked on my door?
- I think Jolyne caught a cold yesterday...
- ...and?"
Silence. (Y/N) raised an eyebrow. He had hung up?
"... Hello?
- ... I do not know what to do."
She had to stop herself from sighing. It was never too late to learn how to take care of his daughter after all, she told herself positively.
"I'm going to do some shopping, I'm coming."
When she knocked on the door of the Kujo's room, almost an hour later, her arms laden with groceries and some medicine, (Y/N) was not surprised to find an exhausted and clearly worried Jotaro. She rolled her eyes, sadly amused at his incompetence.
"(Y/N) to the rescue," she scoffed. "Where is the very sick patient?
- I'm here!" Jolyne exclaimed from her bed.
"Make way!"
Jolyne laughed. A clearly tired laugh. (Y/N) approached the little girl who was hidden under the covers, surrounded by all her stuffed animals. Jotaro was watching her, tense. But the Italian preferred to play the card of good humor.
"So tell me Miss Jolyne, where does it hurt?
- A little in the head, and in the throat!
- Do you have a fever?
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