[center][h3][b]Chapter Two[/b][/h3][/center]

	Holly Joestar-Kujo stood inside the common area of the New Tokyo International Airport, nearly trembling with excitement. Since the incident with Jotaro refusing to leave the jail, Holly had made the decision to ask her father, Joseph Joestar, to come to Japan to help her. Joseph had always had strange powers of his own, as long as Holly could remember, so she figured that he'd be the best chance to get her son the help he needed. Spotting him departing from the terminal his flight had arrived at, Holly eagerly waved her arms and called out to capture his attention.

	"Papa! Over here, Papa!"

	"Holly! There you are. Hope I didn't leave you waiting too long."

	As the two embraced, Joseph looked down into his daughter's eyes, and felt a sense of sorrow and worry that deeply betrayed her happy demeanor on the outside. There was no use denying it. His daughter was truly troubled by current events, and Joseph was glad he had responded to them so seriously. As his daughter pressed into his arms, a warm smile crossed over his face.

	"Thank you for coming all the way here, Papa."

	"Please, when my own daughter asks for help, I'd cross the globe in a day to save her!"

	"And what about mom? Is she here too?"

	"Suzie wanted to come, but I insisted that this was business for the real estate company, and that she'd get bored."

	As Joseph spoke, Holly clung to him ever tighter, and he found himself unable to pull away without having to force her. An uneasy chuckle escaped his lips as he tried to peel her off of him.

	"Okay Holly...You can let go now."

	"No! It's been too long since we saw each other. I miss you too much."

	"Holly, you're a fourty-year-old woman now. You need to act just a bit more mature!"

	"Don't remind me about that! Why I oughtta tickle you for that."

	As Holly began to tickle and prod at Joseph's ribs, uncontrollable laughter and hollering began to rock his whole body. He found himself twisting and writhing in his daughter's grip, enjoying himself far too much for a near-seventy-year-old businessman. Eventually this outburst began to attract a crowd of onlookers from the airport, which made Joseph quickly snap out of his teasing-induced daze and shout at the crowd to leave him and his daughter alone.

	With the crowd around them dispersing, Joseph leaned in close to converse in private with his daughter. The incident she described involving his grandson, Jotaro, was weighing heavily on his mind as well, and he knew the importance of keeping it out of the public mind. Whispering sternly, he asked her the most important question he had on hand.

	"Holly, about Jotaro...You're positive he mentioned an 'energy' he could manipulate, right?"

	"Oh papa, it was terrible! Everyone there saw it. It was like his arm was on fire, and then it bent in a way that should have hurt him, but once he had the gun, it was like it never happened! And when he shot the bullet with just his fingers, I nearly screamed!"

	"Now, Jotaro said this power came to him very recently. But what about you? Have you experienced anything at all like this?"

	"No, papa, not at all! But Jotaro refuses to leave his cell until he figures this out. What are we going to do?"

	"Oh, Holly! Don't worry, now that Joseph Joestar is here, everything will be just fine!"

	As Holly knelt down to pick up her father's luggage and began to walk with him towards the exit, Joseph looked back over his shoulder at a man of dark skin and desert garb seated on an airport bench. The two exchanged a stern look, and Joseph snapped his fingers and gestured to the door, prompting the man from the deserts to stand and walk calmly after them.
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	Inside the jail, flashes of blinding white light shot from the cell holding Jotaro Kujo, the officers assigned to watch over him huddled behind a corner. As they muttered to themselves about how much of an issue Jotaro was becoming, Joseph stepped up behind them and spoke aloud.

	"Relax. My grandson's coming with me now."

	Joseph's voice managed to catch Jotaro's attention, and the teenager moved towards his cell's bars as Joseph approached the cell, the police attempting to stop him from getting any closer. Joseph pushed his way past them as Holly shouted for her son to relax, that his grandfather would be able to explain everything. As Joseph reached the cell, he stood in a deadlock stare with Jotaro, the two very clearly sizing each other up.

	"Come out, Jotaro! We're going home."
	
	"Get lost, old man! I didn't ask for you. I'm glad you wanna help but I don't think there's anything you can do for me."

	Jotaro then held up something that stunned Joseph and left a look of pure shock smeared across his face. It was a piece of metal and wire, roughly the size of a human pinkie. Bright white bolts of energy traced around it for a brief moment, and as Joseph looked down, he saw that not only was the pinkie on his artificial left hand missing, but the glove surrounding it had been burnt away.

	"Did you see it? Feel it? That mysterious energy is causing me to do things that shouldn't be possible...Now, stay away from me, before you lose whatever's left of your life."

	Joseph was caught off-guard by the sheer boldness emitting from Jotaro as he flicked the pinkie back at Joseph, and stepped back towards the cell cot. Joseph had been similar once, and although he understood exactly what this 'energy' affecting Jotaro was, he knew the boy would never listen to him. With another snap of his fingers, Joseph called out for the mysterious man of the desert that had accompanied him and Holly from the airport.

	"Abdul, it's your turn to talk to my grandson. Jotaro, this is a friend of mine who I met in Egypt about three years ago. Abdul here is going to get your stubborn ass out of that cell."

	As Abdul approached the cell, his swirling robes relaxed around a strong form, indicating that he was far from a pushover, or cannon fodder being sent in by Joseph to do dirty work.

	"Look, Abdul, you seem like a tough guy, but I'm not the type to just bend over to do whatever anyone else wants. Your intimidation only makes this cell seem more inviting."

	Abdul glanced back to Joseph before speaking. "Mr. Joestar, I may have to get a little rough. Sometimes suffering is the only way to make a fool see reason."
	
	"That's fine, Abdul. Do whatever it takes to get him out of there."

	At this, both Holly and the two policemen began to panic, before a quick snapping order for silence from Joseph got the three of them to settle down and watch. Abdul began to take long, deep breaths, striking a pose resembling those used in Tai Chi and other spiritualist martial arts. As he did so, a billowing cloak of crimson flames began to course over Abdul's body, leaving the surrounding cell block with a distinct hue of red light, and an intense heat. Jotaro's face told everything as he took a step back from the bars of the cell.

	"Yes, Jotaro! Abdul also shares that 'energy' you discovered. But unlike you, he's learned to master and manipulate it freely! He's perfected it into a spiritual and martial style he calls [i]Magician's Red[/i]!"

	As Joseph shouted this explanation above the roar of the flames, tendrils of the fire leaped past the bars and around Jotaro's limbs, lapping at the edges of his clothing and threatening to set it ablaze. As Jotaro began to scream from the heat of the red-hot fire, Holly begged for Joseph to stop Abdul, and the two prison officers cowered in fear behind the hallway corner. Eventually, Jotaro's screams began to turn to deep, labored breaths, before a piercing white counterpart to Abdul's flames began to coat Jotaro. Joseph's eyes narrowed as he cast a fierce glare at the scene before him.

	"So, Jotaro's true potential finally reveals itself."