Fanfic: JoJo's Bizarre Adventure Starring Donald Duck Chapter 1 - Dontaro Duckjo in the Clink (DuckTales x JoJo's Bizarre Adventure)
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The electronic warble of the ringing phone chirped throughout the kitchen, breaking one Holly Duckjo’s concentration. She daintily set her wooden spoon down next to the pot of simmering dashi stock and walked across the room to answer the phone on the wall.
“Hello? Duckjo residence, this is Holly,” she greeted, returning to the stove, receiver in hand. “May I ask who this is? …yes…yes, he is my son.
“…what?! In jail?!” she shouted, nearly dropping the receiver. “No, i-it can’t be!” Her heart began to race. “Yes?” She listened intently to every word the officer relayed. “Yes, I’ll be right over!” She switched the stove off and ran out of the kitchen. Holly Duckjo’s normal, idyllic day had just taken a sharp turn.
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The warden hung up the phone and returned to his newspaper.
“Well?” asked the jail officer.
“She’s on her way,” said the warden, turning the page.
“Thank goodness! I hope she can straighten him out.” The officer dug some pretzels out of the baggie and chomped them down to a fine paste. “That kid’s not right upstairs if you know what I’m saying.”
The warden glanced at his computer monitor, where a dossier was displayed in cold green letters. “Dontaro Duckjo, age 17, father’s a touring jazz musician, his mother’s from the USA.”
“American? How was her Japanese?”
The warden nodded. “Pretty darn good. Couldn’t mistake her for a foreigner.”
“That’s good to hear,” chuckled the officer. “If anyone can convince this loon to drop his act, his mother can!”
The warden tossed his newspaper aside and scratched his chin. “Duckjo’s got no criminal record to speak of. This may not be as cut and dry as you think…”
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Memories played in her head during the drive, combatting the news she had just received concerning her son. He can’t be in jail, she reasoned. He was always such a good boy, all the way back to childhood. When he was a tyke, we’d play catch together in the yard. He was always a well-rounded and courteous athlete, even with all his track meet wins. And after every celebration, he’d say “I wanna go home and eat your cooking, mom!”
Where on earth did I go wrong? My precious baby…a hoodlum?!
Her mind was swimming with emotion. Oh, my dear Dontaro…Dontaro…
“DONTARO!”
“SHUT UP! You’re tickin’ me off, lady!”
Holly had not realized where she was. It felt like she blacked out from the time she received the call until she was standing in front of this holding cell. When she heard the strong, commanding voice of her son, she snapped back to reality.
“Yes! I’m so sorry!” she wailed, bowing low.
Dontaro Duckjo sat up slowly, squinting his eyes to make out his visitor in the low light. His intense stare made the officer jump and back away slowly. “Wait…mom, is that you?”
“Yes! My baby, I’m here!” she said, rushing to the cell door and gripping the bars desperately.
Dontaro grunted, adjusting the brim of his school-issued cap. “So they sent you to get me?”
“Yeah, so you can quit the act!” said the officer. “You’re free to go so get outta here already!”
“No way!” said Dontaro. “Mom, I’m sorry. Go home. I’ll be staying here for a while.”
“Whatever for? What did you do? You didn’t kill anyone, did you?!” Holly began to weep. “Oh, don’t break your mother’s heart like this!”
“Mom, it’s not like that, okay? It was just a fight I had after school.”
“A fight?” asked Holly, sniffing.
“Yeah,” said the officer. “Four punks, one of ‘em a former boxer. And they had nunchucks and knives, and everything. Somehow, your son sent all four to the hospital with 15 broken bones all between ‘em.”
“What?” Holly stuttered. “B-but my son’s not violent. I’m sure there’s been a misunderstanding here-”
“Ma, stop,” said Dontaro. “It’s the truth. And…something happened to me. There’s…an evil spirit possessing me, and it’s the one that thrashed those bad guys when they wouldn’t let me by on my way home.”
All the color left Holly’s face. “An…evil spirit?”
“That’s what he says, anyway,” said the officer, rolling his eyes.
“I’m telling the truth!” Dontaro asserted. “I don’t know what he’ll make me do. It took all of me to keep this spirit from beating those punks to a pulp. I can’t be allowed outta here. It’s the only way to keep you safe.” Dontaro laid back down on the bed and sighed.
“I…I don’t understand,” said Holly. It was all she could say at this wild story.
A clang resounded and Holly shrieked. A crowd of inmates in the cell next door had just converged against the bars and began shouting at Holly and the officer.
“Please move us to another cell! He’s ain’t lyin’!” begged one.
“There’s somethin’ dangerous inside him, man!” pleaded another.
“Alright, alright, back it up, all o’ ya!” yelled the officer, waving his baton at them.
“I-I can’t be with him!” another inmate yelled. “He’s…he’s gonna-”
“SHUT IT!” Dontaro bellowed.
Everyone turned to look at him. He was holding a can of Pep in his hand. Dontaro kept his gaze on his audience as he cracked the can open and drained it in front of them. Finished, he crushed the can and tossed it to the ground, letting it clank across the ground before it came to rest near the cell bars.
“Hey, where’d you get that Pep?!” said the officer, pointing at the discarded soda.
“I told you, it’s my spirit! It brings things to me. See?” Dontaro reached under his bed and pulled out a boombox and a copy of “Weekly Comics Blast!” and set them down at his feet. He turned on the boombox and the latest smash hit started to play.
“This is nuts!” said the officer. “There ain’t no way you got that in here under my nose!”
“Hmph, you still don’t believe me? Fine!” Dontaro rose up to his full height and straightened the jacket of his school uniform. “I’ll show you just how scary this spirit really is.” The officer looked baffled and Holly could hardly say a word. “I’ll show you why you can’t let me outta here ever again.”
Holly gasped. While both of Dontaro’s hands were on his hips, another rogue arm rose from his body and stretched itself toward the officer. Holly broke out in a cold sweat. She never believed in ghosts before now, but this was compelling evidence to the contrary. She followed the muscular arm with her gaze as it reached past the steel bars and toward the officer’s holster. It grasped the gun and deftly lifted it out and merged with Dontaro’s arm, leaving the gun firmly grasped in his hand.
“Oh my goodness…” Holly breathed.
The officer looked down. “Ack! My gun!” He looked at Dontaro, red in the face. “What are you tryin’ to pull, boy?!”
Dontaro pointed the gun at the officer. “Did you see it?! The arm that grabbed your gun?! That’s my spirit!”
“Dontaro…” said Holly.
“If you’re still not convinced…” Dontaro frowned and pointed the gun at his temple.
“Dontaro, please no!” Tears flowed freshly from Holly’s eyes.
“Kid, don’t do anything rash!” said the officer.
“...lemme show you this.”
The inmates next door all dove to the deck.
BANG!
The sound of the gun gave way to Holly’s devastated wail. She didn’t even see the moment her dear son fired the officer’s pistol on himself.
When she opened her eyes, Dontaro was still standing, breathing slowly. He gently lowered the gun from his head. The bullet, only inches away from his temple, was held in place by the muscular arm she saw earlier.
Holly trembled. Whatever this spirit was, she could see it and she was in awe of its immense power.
“That bullet’s floatin’!” screeched the officer.
“You see it, don’t you, mom?” asked Dontaro, his hard exterior giving way to softness as he walked toward Holly. “The spirit’s behind me. He bound himself to me not long ago.” The spirit towered over Dontaro, built strong with muscles, long flowing hair tied back with a headband, and three heads, each with a stern expression.
Holly didn’t know what to feel. She simply felt too much. But the worst feeling of all was that she didn’t know how to take this away from her son.
She embraced him through the cell bars and cried anew. “Oh, my darling boy, what’s happened to you?”
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