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Every day after school Josuke, Okuyasu, and Koichi would meet up with Jotaro (and sometimes with the rare appearance of Rohan) to discuss any new leads on the Kira case. But lately, they’ve been hit at a dead end. Ever since Kira switched his face with someone else it’s been nearly impossible to find any new leads.
Today, Okuyasu wanted to spend time after school with his dad, Koichi was home sick, and with Rohans busy schedule as a Mangaka, that just left Josuke with Jotaro. On any other day like this he would have just gone home and called him over the phone. He wasn’t sure what made him go visit him. Maybe it was because he wanted to get out of doing his homework, or maybe he just wanted to do something so be wouldn’t be bored, or maybe he just wanted to spend some time with his nephew…
Whatever it was, Josuke sat in Jotaro’s desk chair spinning in circles. He watched him as he did his paperwork on the couch. He couldn’t tell if he was doing Kira stuff or his actual work stuff. He was writing in some journal. Every page looked to be annotated with a different color sticky note.
After a couple of spins he actually managed to go pretty fast. Once he got enough momentum, he tucked his legs in making him go even faster. Some of Jotaro’s paperwork flew off the coffee table. Jotaro's writing halted, “Stop it.” He scolded.
Josuke stopped. Man, this was so awkward. He needed to think of something to say to change the mood. “Sooo… find anything new on Kira?” He asked tapping his legs.
Jotaro pointed over to his desk, his eyes still glued to his journal. “Over there, Rohan gave me some pictures of people he thinks might be suspects.”
Josuke wheeled backward to his desk. There lay an unfinished book with two photos of two average-looking businessmen on the left and a single picture of a little girl grinning ear to ear on the right. She had jet-black hair pulled into a braid with cute little buns on top. She was even missing some front teeth.
Why is this in here? He wondered. Does he and Rohan seriously think this girl is tied to the multiple murders in Morioh?
“I haven’t been able to find any evidence that those two have anything tied to Kira though,” Jotaro explains as he continues his writing. “But they’re still worth investigating.”
Josuke picked up the photo of a little girl and snickered, “You think this little girl here is Kira?” He joked showing Jotaro the Polaroid. “This little girl is the serial killer running loose in Morioh?”
He looked up from his Journal finally making eye contact with Josuke since he showed up here. He glances at the photo for only a second before saying, “No. That’s my daughter.” nonchalantly.
“Daughter?!” He cried flipping the photo back around to him. “You never told me you had a daughter!”
Jotaro didn’t say anything and continued working on whatever it was he was doing. Josuke looked at the photo. Now that he was looking at it he started to notice all the similarities. They had the same eyes, shape, and color. The same full lips. The same dark hair and eyebrows. She looked just like him.
“What’s her name?”
“Jolyne. Her kanji stands for calm and friendly.”
“She looks just like you.”
“She looks more like her mother.” He said suddenly snapping the photo out of his hands. He didn’t even hear or see Jotaro come towards him.
“Wait… her mother? Jotaro, are you married?” Josuke asks glancing at his fingers. He didn’t see a ring. Before he could ask any more questions, Jotaro shoves the Polaroid in his pocket and makes his way back to his workspace.
Josuke stands from his chair and tags along behind him. The chair rolls back hitting the desk, “You can’t just tell me you have a daughter and change the subject. She’s my…” he counted with his fingers, “great grand niece! You can’t just tell me I have a great grand niece and brush it off like it’s nothing!”
Jotaro shook his head and sighed. He slowly and begrudgingly reached into his pocket, pulling out his wallet. He pulled out a stack of photos from where you usually keep your cash and plopped them on the coffee table. Josuke could tell he was highly embarrassed so he held back from saying anything funny. He got down on his knees and took a look.
Photos upon photos of Jolyne as a baby, as a toddler, all the way up to a most recent photo taken in February. Just a couple of months ago. It was a birthday party. Jolyne sat on a woman’s lap, cake smeared all over her face. The woman behind her was hugging Jolyne resting her head on her shoulder. She looked American, with long fair hair that fell over her shoulders and beautiful blue eyes. She was very slender and looked really pretty. That must be her mother he thought. Now he understood what Jotaro meant when he said she looked like her mother. They had the same nose, face shape, and smile. Josuke honestly felt a little jealous of Jotaro marrying someone so pretty and annoyed at him for not telling him sooner.
The next photo was of her standing outside someone’s house. She had overalls on with cute butterflies switched into them. She had on a matching green backpack. This was probably her first day of school. Josuke wondered how that day must have gone. He pictured Jotaro the night before spending hours picking out the perfect outfit, taking up all morning to do her hair, and tearing up while taking the picture. He snickered at the fantasy. It was probably his wife who did most of the work but it didn't hurt to dream.
Next was a photo of Jolyne sometime when she was a toddler. She looked grumpy. Her face was red and wet. Probably just got done with a tantrum. Her arms were crossed and she pouted at the camera. The resemblance between her grumpy face and Jotoro‘s resting face was nearly identical. He so badly wanted to tease him about that but held it down with every fiber in his body. To stop himself from laughing, he flipped to the next picture.
And there it was. A picture of Jolyne at a water park in some splash pad. She looked no older than three. But he could see on the left side of her shoulder, the distinguishable Joestar birthmark. She was Jotaro’s kid all right.
“How old is she?”
“Six. But her birthday is coming up.”
“Can she speak Japanese?”
“Not too much. She knows how to write her name but that’s about it.”
“She seems like a cute kid.”
“She is.”
Without making it obvious he looked over at Jotaro who now was looking at that first Polaroid that he hid in his pocket and he was smiling? It was more of a smirk than anything, barely invisible to the people who didn’t know Jotaro personally. But he could tell it was genuine. He looked back down at the last photo in his hand. Jolyne was wearing Jotaro’s hat. It was too big for her head so she held it up with both hands. Her face was all scrunched up from the camera flash but she still regained a small smirk.
He looked at Jotaro.
Then back at Jolyne.
Then to Jotaro and to Jolyne.