บท 28: 28. Night at the Opera Part I~Patriarchs~
Anne laughed along with her friends in the mall. They're probably talking about cheese or... something.
"Yeah, that's why I don't like Gouda!" shouted the pink-haired woman.
Damn, they are talking about cheese.
"Yeah, I don't like cheese," said the green-haired girl. "How about you, Anne?"
Screaming could be heard in her head.
Suddenly, she drops her milk tea on the ground.
"Oops," said Anne, as her girt got wet through the spill. "I'll... go to the bathroom."
Anne walked into the bathroom and wiped her shirt with some tissue.
"Whoa!" shouted Anne, as she slipped to the tile ground. Sticky Fingers immediately broke her fall. She stood right back up and cleaned herself.
"Ugh... God, I hate my Stand," said Anne, as she looked at herself in the mirror.
A strange woman hummed a song in the stalls.
She sang to the tune of "Leron Leron Sinta."
"Hello?" she asked, as she looked around. "Ew! Why the hell would I ask if someone's there when there's a closed stall in the-?" she told herself.
It suddenly went dead silent.
Then, the stall slowly opened, and no one is there. Some sort of fog entered the bathroom as she could smell a strong smell around her.
"The hell?" she asked herself, as she brought Sticky Fingers out of fear. "Something's wrong..." she told herself. She inhaled some of the air, and she felt strange.
Anne immediately covered her mouth with her sleeve and ran outside.
"That wasn't fog," she told herself.
Anne began running.
"Oh no! I could sense a Stand-User nearby!" she said. "There's Stand energy... I could sense it... Someone's following me." she told herself.
*SLAM*
Anne faces against a wall. She turns to her left, then right, then behind her. She sees that she's encased in four walls. Anne tries to use Sticky Fingers to launch herself upward. The walls resembled a gray bricked wall you can see in Medieval British Castles. The stone's cuts, however, seemed rather clean.
*SLAM*
Something stopped her.
A ceiling was formed above her. She's encased in six surfaces. No air, food, or water can be found in it. It's as if... she was in a dream.
"A mirror?" asked Miguel, as Arthur laid it down on the table. The other three stop playing Smash, as this supposed game interests him.
"Found this in the basement," said Arthur. "Ricardo told me that this was once owned by Maria Clara, our ancestor. It was made from the tears of her son, Pedro JoJo."
"What does it do?" asked Miguel.
"It allows you to talk to our ancestors," replied Arthur.
Everyone else is astonished.
"I wanna talk to my Dad!" shouted Jedan.
"My grandma!" shouted Jessica.
"Mom!" shouted Kariel.
"Only works for our family. Sorry," said Arthur.
"Aw," said all three of them.
"Kariel," said Arthur.
"What?" asked Kariel.
"We're in the same family," said Arthur.
"Oh!" smiled Kariel and Miguel.
"But we can't communicate your mother," said Arthur. "It only works for those of our own blood."
"Oh," frowned Kariel and Miguel.
"I wonder what interesting stories we'd learn from them!" smiled Jedan.
Meanwhile...
Anne smiles.
"STICKY FINGERS!!!" she shouted, as Sticky Fingers was brought out.
"BUENA!!!" shouted Sticky Fingers, as the wall was zipped open. The wall turned soft like styrofoam as she easily leaped out of it.
She kept on running on the sidewalk. The people around her are confused since it looks like nothing's happening to her and no one is chasing her.
She ignored.
They observed her.
She ignored.
Their eyes stared at her.
She kept ignoring.
Before...
"Anne? Why are you being so vexing?" asked Levi Zeppeli, steepling his fingers as he read their stocks in his laptop while his daughter tried to show him a picture. "Be quiet and run along." He then turns on his phone. "Yes? I'd like to speak with Hannigan."
Now...
"I have to find out the mystery!" she said to herself. "What kind of Stand could do such a thing?!"
Anne kept on running as she felt alien Stand energy looming around her.
"Where is the Stand?! I could sense it?!" she asked herself, as she kept running and turning left and right.
Meanwhile...
"And that's how I was a clerk in Burnham!" smiled Pedro JoJo, as the rest of the Crusaders fell asleep. "I remember that time when I-!"
"Okay! That's enough of that!" shouted Arthur, as he switched to Daniel JoJo, his son.
Daniel, a man with an Asian hat and a white shirt and shorts with sandals appeared before them. He has a horizontal scar from his left cheek to the right.
"Hello, there!" smiled Daniel JoJo. "I'm Daniel JoJo! Survivor of the darndest Japanese Occupation!So... You're supposed to be my great-grandson, Miguel JoJo?"
"Yes," said Miguel.
"And you're my other one? Kariel JoJo?" he asked once again.
Kariel smiled sweetly and nodded.
"We're here to ask you-..." Miguel was stopped by Daniel.
"Well, I guess it's only right to tell you my story..." said Daniel.
"There I was on the battlefield. The Japanese were raping our women and murdering their children with our women with those harpoon guns they invented. We fought valiantly for our country, but then the darndest thing happened...I was captured by the Japanese and spoke with the Emperor himself, Hirohito.That man was a complete dunder. He acted like he owned the Philippines and shit.Don't they know that the Americans are the ones that owned us?Sure, I hated them at the time, but-!"
"Lelong..." said Miguel, calmly. "I believe that we have a question for you."
"Oh... dear... asked too many questions... What is it, kiddo?" asked Daniel.
"What does Salvi want?" asked Miguel.
"Who, now?" asked Daniel. "Oh! Salvi...? Salvi? Oh! Bernardo Salvi! He's the guy I've been trying to hunt for years! He's the one who started the Japanese Occupation by trying to control the Japanese and conquering the whole world... Didn't work... He went back to the Philippines."
"You dealt with him?" asked Miguel.
"Yes," said Daniel.
"What does Salvi want, then?" asked Miguel.
"I never knew," said Daniel. "You should try asking my boys..." he laughed.
"Why don't you know?" asked Miguel.
"He killed me before I had the chance of knowing," he smiled. He then lifted his forehead off of his jaw. "He tore my face in half."
Blood and brains began to drip from his upper head as he gave a big bloody smile.
"Alright... That grossed me out," said Jessica, walking away. "Call me when things get interesting."
"Well... See you, then... Lelong... I'll go meet Grandpa Ricardo and Grandpa Edgar," said Miguel.
"Did the Philippines get better, at least?" asked Daniel JoJo.
Miguel nodded for a short moment but quickly started shaking his head.
"Damned Americans," said Daniel JoJo.
Daniel reentered the mirror and disappeared.
They then summoned two souls...
Ricardo and Edgar JoJo...
Meanwhile...
"Where are you?!" asked Anne, as she kept running around the streets. "Come out, now!!!"
Before...
"Where are you?" asked Anne, looking for her pet dog. "Come out now!"
Anne looked around in the great big mansion she lived in. She looked around to search for her dog.
"There you are!" she smiled, opening the closet. "Huh?"
"If you're looking for your dog, I had her sold away to another family," said her father, entering the room.
"What?" she asked, as she began to cry. "But Puddles..." Tears began flowing down from her face.
She began kicking her father's leg and punching his stomach.
"Why'd you do it?! Why do you hate me so much?! Why?! Why do you hate me?!" she asked, punching and kicking him over and over again.
Levi Zeppeli merely stared at her, completely uninterested and aloof about the situation.
"Go to your room and play some of your dolls or whatever," said Levi, as he walked away, letting go.
"You! You sold my dog!" she shouted. "Why?!"
"Because that filthy mongrel would chew up the sheets and cotton of our sofa. That creature is a complete insult to the Zeppeli Family!" he shouted.
"He was my puddles!" she sobbed, as she began to pull his sleeve. "Why?! WHY?!!!"
Suddenly, she tears off his sleeve as-...
*SLAP*
Anne's left cheek was red hot. She touches her left cheek with her hand.
"Ah!" she shouted.
"Tch-..." said Levi, immediately walking away. "Your older brother would be coming home later this evening. Make sure you don't disgust him with your manners," he said.
"You're trash! I hate you!" she shouted, running away into the next room.
A little girl with Levi watched Anne run into her room.
The little girl hugged Levi, who picked her up.
"Don't mind her," said Levi, walking away.
Now...
Anne kept running away as she searched for a place where she could think. "Where could I find it?! A place where I could just... think!!! How do I beat this Stand-User?!Damn it! Damn it all!Damn this stress!"
Anne began hyperventilating.
"I'm not good enough..."
Before...
"Because you're not good enough..."
Now...
"I'm not smart enough!"
Before...
"You're an idiot little girl, aren't you?"
Now...
She began gasping for air violently.
"I need my meds..." she said, as she took out meds from her purse.
But she began to shake erratically. She trembled and began hallucinating her father in front of her.
"I hate you," she said.
"I hate you, too," he replied.
He wore a classic business suit with a blue coat and red tie. He had a white polo, blue pants. and black shoes.
"STICKY FINGERS!!!"
Meanwhile...
"Hey, Dad," said Arthur. "Ricardo," he nodded.
"Hello, kid," said Edgar.
Ricardo stared silently at Arthur.
"You used your Stand on a child," said the real Ricardo. "We have a code."
"To never use our Stands on innocent people. Yeah, I am well aware, Dad," said Arthur.
"Your own child," said Ricardo.
"Give him a break, Ricardo," said Edgar.
"The boy clearly hadn't learned the value of what's rational," said Ricardo. "He relied too much on his faith to an unhealthy degree. So, he ended up making..."
Ricardo pointed to Miguel.
"That."
"Hey!" shouted Miguel and Kariel.
"My Kuya is the greatest, awesome-est, and grandest person in the entire world!" shouted Kariel.
"Exactly," said Miguel, pointing to Ricardo with two fingers.
"Yes," said Ricardo. "But it's an act against God. Grimms were made specifically to serve God and ration the population of the Cryptids. God made the twelve "Judges" to serve humanity. And here you are with your little experiments. You created Miguel JoJo, someone who could in fact destroy the whole world with his simple ability, stopping time and his mother's ability."
"My mother's?" asked Miguel.
"Yes, your mother's," said Ricardo.
"We're getting off-topic," said Arthur. "What does Salvi want."
"Wait..." said Miguel. "What's my true ability, exactly?"
"Miguel..." said Arthur.
"I don't know... but the prophecy says... A man with the blood of both the blessed and the damned will come as an Angel of DEATH. It is his fate to destroy THE WORLD using the very magic of the Blessed: HAMON. Thus comes the man's REQUIEM," said Ricardo. "It's in the books! Surprisingly you didn't know."
"Dad?!" asked Miguel, turning to Arthur.
"Anyways!" laughed Arthur.
"Mr. JoJo!" shouted Arthur.
"Dad!" shouted Kariel.
"Now, this is getting interesting!" smiled Jessica, reentering the circle with popcorn.
"I... burned that page from the book... It was in the Stand Section," said Arthur.
"DAD!!!" shouted Miguel and Kariel.
"MR. JOJO!!!" shouted Jedan.
"Drama! Drama! Drama!" shouted Jessica.
"Oh! Sure!" shouted Arthur. "And you'd grow up knowing that you were meant to destroy the whole world!"
"Dad..." said Miguel. "I grew up knowing that I wasn't really your son! If you damned well think about it, that would kinda really fuck up a kid's brain, right!?"
"You are my son!" shouted Arthur, grabbing Miguel by the cheek.
"It's proof enough that he'd cause mankind's requiem!" shouted Ricardo. "I am very disappointed in you, Arthur JoJo!"
"That is enough, Ricardo!" shouted Edgar. "He did nothing wrong! He relied on faith! At least he did not rely on anger!"
"Sometimes, you have to rely on anger, too," said Ricardo. "You do realize that the only way a Grimm could truly defeat The Aswang King is through a Grimm driven by nothing else but love. How can there be love if there isn't pain? How can there be love if there isn't anger? Passion, even! But we Grimms do not love!"
"My entire adventure with Ventura!" shouted Arthur. "It was all for love for my father! For you! For Ventura! I loved you, that's why I had faith in you..."
"But you grew to rely only on faith... believing that everything will be okay!" shouted Ricardo. "That is it! I shall bring someone that truly only relied on love, Arthur!!!"
"Ricardo, NO!!!" shouted Edgar, as both of them retracted into the mirror.
Then... he emerged...
Simoun JoJo. The first JoJo and the Patriarch of the JoJo family.
"What?" he asked. "What do you idiots want?"
"I want to know what..." said Miguel. "...my prophecy means..."
"And what Salvi wants!" shouted Arthur.
Simoun sighed.
He tipped his hat over his eyes.
"These are the ones that took my place?" asked Simoun. "These idiots are weak and pathetic."
"You're the one who died!" shouted Miguel.
"And that'd be your fate as well if you don't take this seriously!" shouted Simoun. "I never wore a costume that made me look like I was in some sort of foolish dula for children. You six are an embarrassment to your ancestors. You keep doing mistakes. I always thought that children were meant to be the key to a brighter future... BUT LOOK AT THE MESS YOU'VE MADE!!! Corruption! Drugs! Crime! Children... fucking each other in the Principal's Office! A boy recklessly trying to save his friend from the enemy without any plan! A man overly relying on faith! A woman who loved someone else more than she loved herself! A boy who tries to stay positive but is actually hurting inside!AND YOU!!!Miguel JoJo!I don't know what you are! I don't understand what you're supposed to be! You're supposed to be the one who tries to hunt down Salvi! His own son?! What an animal you are, Miguel JoJo! You can't even control your rage! You loved someone too much! Grimms aren't supposed to love! Grimms are supposed to..."
"You're going to say-..." said Miguel.
"-... DO YOUR MISSION!!!" shouted the both of them.
"Huh?!" asked Simoun.
"Atta boy," smiled Arthur.
"You're putting too much pressure on us! Jesus! You wrote so much in your autobiography about how we're the key to saving the Philippines and saving the world! Blah, blah, blah! Don't you know that that just pisses us off? Your pressure is the reason why we commit the same mistakes as you do, whether or not it's in a different form or it's the same!"
"I parented you all with my books!" shouted Simoun, as Edgar JoJo, Ricardo JoJo, Daniel JoJo, and Pedro JoJo all came out.
"All of your damned idiots keep on fucking up!" shouted Simoun. "I've watched you from above on how foolish each of your actions is! Ricardo! You should think first before you act! Daniel! Talkative too much! That's the reason why Salvi killed you! Pedro! Stop being boring! No wonder you died because your wife killed you out of annoyance!"
Jessica laughed.
"Sorry..." said Jessica.
"Edgar! You think you could carry the burden of your entire family! Fix yourself!"
"Holy fucking shit," said Miguel. "YOU'RE DOING IT ALL OVER AGAIN, SIMOUN JOJO!!!You're pressuring us! That's why each of these assholes created us! The millennials and the Zoomers!You, yourself, had made mistakes in the past! You relied on your wrath too much, and you loved too much! Just like me!"
The JoJos then gasped.
"BACK IN MY DAY, WE DIDN'T TALK BACK TO OUR ELDERS!!! WE'D BE WHIPPED BY THE DAMNED SPANIARDS!!!" shouted Simoun.
"Ok Boomer," said
*BOOM RATATATATA POW POW POW POW POW POW*
"Holy, shit!" shouted Jessica. "MARRY ME, MIGUEL!!!"
"GOOD ONE, DUDE!!! YOU'RE SO AWESOME!!!" shouted Jedan.
"I LOVE YOU, KUYA!!! YOU'RE SO COOOOL!!!" shouted Kariel.
"My Queen!" shouted Anne, genuflecting before Miguel randomly appeared. "Anything for you since you said that! Sure, it's a dead meme, but you just said so coolly like!"
"MIGUEL! MIGUEL! MIGUEL! MIGUEL-!!!" cheered everyone.
What's really happening is...
"shoo... pow pow pow..." whispered Miguel to himself. "Miguel... Miguel... Miguel... yeah! let's go have a threesome!"
"Miguel," said Simoun.
"Huh?" asked Miguel.
"Stop being weird," said Simoun.
"R-Right..." said Miguel.
"Dead meme, Miguel," said Jedan.
"Do you want to die?" asked Miguel, as his eyes turned black.
"See?!" asked Simoun.
"I just told you that I'm just like you!" shouted Miguel.
"Don't be like me, then!" shouted Simoun. "You'd commit the same mistakes I've done!"
"Nah," said Miguel. "I have a bigger chance than you did. I'd have a bigger chance than all of you did... All of us actually... have a bigger chance."
"What makes you say that?" asked Simoun.
"We aren't... well... you..." said Miguel.
Simoun thought for a moment.
"Tch-..." he whispered.
"Attaboy," smiled Arthur.
The door to the inside of the house opens.
"Anne..." said... someone... "I want you home right this instant..."
Arthur's fists clenched.
"You..." he said, gritting his teeth.
"Ah... Mr. JoJo!" smiled the man. "Have you seen Anne?"
"Hay Naku..." sighed Miguel.
"Oh," his smile faded away as well as the tone of his voice. "You... You're my daughter's God."
"Ugh," said Miguel. "Overly exaggerating, much?"
"Anyways..." said the man. "Where is Anne. I need to talk to her."
The man... is...
Levi Zeppeli.
Levi then saw the room with ghosts everywhere.
"Ah," said Levi. "Ancestral Mirror?"
"No, shit, Batman," said Arthur. "I said Batman instead of Sherlock because Batman's a better detective... Grrr..."
"Right..." said Levi... awkwardly.
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