Chapter Three: Trapped Man:

-10:45 a.m.-

Jotaro made it to the lobby of Ju-Oh-Cho. He walked up to the receptionist’s desk. The woman behind the glass looked up. Jotaro held out his wrists.

“I’m turning myself in,” he said. The receptionist gave him a strange look.

“For what?” she asked.

“I killed people,” Jotaro said. “Lots of them. The young man tried to sound intimidating. The receptionist narrowed her eyes.

“Okay…” she said.

“I’m dangerous,” he said.

“Right,” she said. The receptionist picked up her phone.

“Hello?” she asked. “There is some guy down here confessing to a murder. He wants to turn himself in.” Her tone never changed. Jotaro paced around as he glanced behind him.

“Uh-huh,” the receptionist said. “Uh-huh. Uh-huh. Uh-huh. Thanks. Goodbye.” The receptionist looked up at Jotaro. He stared intently at her.

“Someone is coming to talk to you,” she said. Jotaro looked happy before toughening up again.

“Good,” he said. He folded his arms across his chest.

“Right,” the receptionist said. “Can you just take a seat please?”

“Yes ma’am,” Jotaro said. He walked over to the sofa and took a seat. The time was now 10:47 a.m.


-11:18 a.m.-

Tsuzuki sat in his office, frowning. That bastard was here like he promised. What exactly was he planning?

I don’t like this.

Tsuzuki rose to his feet. Hisoka looked up.

“Tsuzuki?” he asked. His partner walked out of the office, closing the door behind him. The younger shinigami had a bad feeling about this. He got up and followed Tsuzuki.

“Tsuzuki!” Hisoka yelled. The older shinigami didn’t turn around.

“Tsuzuki!” Hisoka yelled again. His partner still didn’t turn around. They made it down to one of the interrogation rooms. Jotaro sat at a table with Tatsumi and Konoe. Hisoka grabbed Tsuzuki tried to open the door. He whipped his head around.

“What?” Tsuzuki asked.

“What are you doing?” his partner asked.

“What are you doing?” his partner asked. The older shinigami didn’t speak. In the interrogation room, Jotaro, Tatsumi, and Konoe looked up. Tsuzuki breathed heavily. He could see red. Tatsumi walked up to the door. Hisoka tried to pull his partner away.

“Come on,” he whispered. “Don’t do this.” Tsuzuki tried to push him off.

“Let me go,” he hissed. Tatsumi opened the door a crack.

“Is there a problem here?” he asked.

“Yes,” Tsuzuki said. “What is he doing here?”

“We don’t know,” Tatsumi said.

“What?” his former partner asked. The secretary pushed up his glasses.

“He won’t talk,” he said.

“What do you mean?” Tsuzuki asked. Tatsumi sighed.

“He refuses to talk until he sees one person,” he said. Already, the older shinigami hared where this was headed.

“Who?” he asked.

“Your wife,” Tatsumi said.

“Never,” Tsuzuki said. He turned and stormed off.

“Tsuzuki!” Hisoka shouted. His partner waved him off. The younger shinigami turned to Tatsumi. The secretary shrugged and shook his head.

Meanwhile, Jotaro waited with a tense mood under a stoic mask.


-12:47 p.m.-

Anna arrived at Ju-Oh-Cho with her heart racing. She walked inside, determined to get to the bottom of this.