Chapter 7: Bad Memories Part 2

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"When I found out the truth, I knew he would never recover." Keicho explained. His voice now carried a somber tone. His brow furrowed. "Dio's Undead cells had long since merged with his body.".

 

Suddenly, a loud *Thump* followed by some muffled sobs resounded throughout the room. "wuuuuwuuuwuuu" The sound interrupted Keicho, and drew his Ire. His glare intensified and concentrated on a certain dark corner of the room.

 

"I always get so fucking frustrated at the mere sight of him! Not only does he dirty my eyes every time I look at him, but his annoying cries only serve to remind me of his wretched existence even when I'm not." 

 

He walked forward, grabbed and lifted the monster by its neck, and habitually threatened it. "Stop fucking around with that old chest, there ain't anything worthwhile inside! Stop making noise!" He yelled as he tossed it back onto the floor. Followed by a kick to the creature’s face. 

 

The creature, now on all fours, slowly crawled back to the chest and started digging inside of it. 

It was desperately searching for something, even though there wasn't anything left inside. Only a few torn up shreds of dried up dirty paper remained. 

 

Keicho, of course, knew it would start its antics again, and he had enough. He walked over and kicked it in its face "Listen to me when I'm fucking talking to you dammit!" His frustration growing more with every word. Keicho could no longer contain himself and a violent torrent of kicks and punches fell on the creature. 

 

Eventually, he hit it so hard that its lower jaw was directly flung off and onto a wall in the opposite direction. "Why don't you just fucking die already!" He cursed as he slammed his foot into its now crumpled and bloodied face over and over again. 

 

The monster cried out in pain, as dirty blood started spilling out from his face. However, within seconds, and even as it took on more and more damage, its wounds quickly regenerated. No matter how damaged it got, it would always regenerate from any wound. 

 

It was practically indestructible, but even so it clearly felt pain. So much so that even Josuke felt pity for it.

 

"Hey isn't that your father? Why are you hurting him? Stop it!" Josuke finally spoke up. 

 

Keicho stopped for a moment. His furrowed brow slightly loosened as he tried to explain himself. "He already long since sold his soul to the devil. This body is nothing but an empty shell anyway! it's only good as a punching bag." After a pause to take a breath, he continued, this time a bit more softly spoken. "Even so, I just want to give him a normal death. I've wasted so much time on him already." 

 

But The more he thought about how much of his time was wasted, the angrier he got. "Only after he dies, can I truly live my life!" He spat, as he once again continued his assault. 

 

Josuke looked like he finally had enough and rushed over in the direction of both Keicho, and the monster. 

 

Immediately Keicho tensed up and held on tightly the bow and arrow "I already told you, I'm not gonna give you the bow!" he yelled as he gave Josuke another death glare.

 

But Josuke simply ran past him, and headed toward the chest that the creature kept digging out of earlier. 

 

After he reached it, He slammed his stand's fist right into it. After he did so, he quickly raised his palms in surrender and explained himself. "You misunderstood me, my target was this box." After his stand made contact with something in the box, ripped up scraps of paper started coming together and combining themselves. They floated up for a moment while every piece slowly merged together. Eventually, the pieces combined and formed into what appeared to be an old photograph. 

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The Picture depicted a happy family of four. A smiling mother and father, and two young boys were happily grinning up at the viewer. 

 

Immediately, Keicho released his grip on the monster as both their eyes locked onto the old photograph.

 

The monster now free, quickly stood up and ran towards the floating picture. It grabbed it up and squeezed it in between its arms. It cried loudly as many different emotions flashed in its eyes. "Ooooooohhh!" It growled with what was apparently a happy smile from its disfigured face. 

 

"There was a picture in the box!?" Koichi was the first to speak out, his eyes filled with shock.

 

"I saw him holding some scraps of paper. I wanted to know why he'd been digging in that old box and sobbing for so many years." Josuke said with a sheepish smile as he scratched the back of his head.  

 

Keicho stared at the monster. His face showed a flurry of emotions. From hope, to anger, to resignation, back to hope, and once again anger. His eyes were trembling and he was struggling to maintain his composure.

 

"I think he's been trying to remember the past, we just couldn't have known till now." Josuke said. 

 

He looked back at keicho with a hopeful smile and spoke in a much gentler tone. "Instead of trying to kill him…why not try to find a stand user that can heal him?” His smile held both warmth and trepidation. “Want me to help?"

 

Keicho was incredibly shaken by this revelation. His eyes remained trained on the monster that was once his father for what a long time. Finally, he looked back at Josuke. 

 

"That bow and arrow, please let me destroy them! We can find a different way to save your father. No one else has to suffer." he pleaded, his nervous expression carried a hint of hope.

 

After hearing Josuke's argument, Keicho began to waver. But part of him couldn't give up so easily. He'd come so far, hurt so many people, how could it all end, just like this? 

 

A part of him couldn't help but feel hope when he thought back to happier times, but that emotion was marred by the resentment from the constant abuse he suffered. The terrible life he'd had after his father lost his sanity, and everything he'd done up until now. He would not feel resolved if he just let things end like this. 

 

In a haze of emotion, He started backing away.

 

Josuke, having realized Keicho’s decision, immediately prepared himself for what he assumed would be the final battle. "So, you still choose to escape?" He asked, his face showed some disappointment, but he was still determined to stop Keicho. He hoped that things could be settled with words, but it looked like he would have to use his fists to finally end things.

 

Okuyasu Pov:

Ok, So far, everything has played out just like in the manga. But this is the point where I have to act. Shortly after this, Keicho will die, that much is certain, unless I do something. 

'Fuck, i’m so nervous!’ I thought as I took a deep breath. 'OK, OK ,OK! calm down! calm down, me! The future depends on this! I can't panic now.’

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