[reuploading till chapter 20]
Joseph had barely taken two steps forward when —
Clatter.
A plastic cup resting on a folded-down armrest tray slipped free, struck the aisle floor with a flat sound, and began rolling — slowly, with unhurried persistence — toward the front of the cabin.
Joseph's feet stopped.
His eyes locked onto that rolling cup. His pupils shrank.
"...Is it just my imagination," he said slowly, his voice losing some of its recent momentum, "or has this plane been tilting for a while?"
Shintaro's stomach dropped.
It shouldn't be possible. His Black Sperm had been monitoring the entire passenger cabin without interruption — every seat, every aisle, the restrooms, the overhead compartments. Gray Fly's user should not have had any opportunity to reach the cockpit. Not with that level of surveillance.
And yet the tilt was real. Unmistakable. The cup was still rolling.
The fuselage lurched again.
This time with enough force to send Joseph stumbling a half step sideways, color leaving his face.
"Don't tell me —"
He broke into a run toward the front of the cabin.
Shintaro exchanged a single look with Jotaro, Kakyoin, and Avdol — and they moved.
As he ran, the pieces fell into place with a cold, specific clarity.
Black Magician monitored the passengers. The restrooms. The luggage racks.
But not the cockpit.
His breath caught.
The main body of Gray Fly was never in the passenger cabin at all.
"The user is in the cockpit," he said aloud, before he'd fully decided to.
Joseph reached the forward cabin door first. Two flight attendants materialized in front of him, arms spread, professional panic in their eyes.
"S — sir! Access to the cockpit is strictly prohibited —"
"Move."
Joseph's voice had dropped to something that wasn't loud but left no space for negotiation. He pressed past them with controlled force and grabbed the door handle.
The attendants cried out and surged after him.
Then footsteps landed behind them.
They turned.
Jotaro Kujo stood there. The full height of him. Hat brim low. Expression carved from something that didn't yield.
Both women went entirely still.
"...W — wow," one of them whispered, hands rising automatically to her cheeks. "He's really—"
"Out of the way," Jotaro said. He stepped past them without ceremony.
"Ah —!"
They stumbled back, clutching each other for balance.
A calm voice cut in smoothly.
"I'm terribly sorry — please excuse us."
Noriaki Kakyoin stepped forward at precisely the right moment, steadying both flight attendants with practiced ease, his hands light on their shoulders. They straightened, hearts doing something unrequested, and found themselves looking up at calm violet eyes beneath red bangs.
He held the contact for one deliberate moment — polite, entirely sincere, offering a small, apologetic smile.
"The situation is urgent. Please forgive the intrusion."
Both women nodded, slightly dazed.
Kakyoin released them, glanced once at Jotaro's retreating back, and followed him into the forward section.
Shintaro and Avdol slipped through behind him.
"Being handsome is genuinely an unfair ability," Shintaro muttered.
Avdol exhaled a quiet, wry sound. "This isn't the moment. Move."
The cockpit opened onto a slaughterhouse.
The co-pilot had slumped beneath the instrument panel, mouth hanging open in a grotesque, permanent gape. His tongue was gone — torn out at the root, the hollow left behind still pumping blood onto the floor.
The pilot remained in his seat. His face was twisted into something beyond ordinary fear, moving into the territory of complete mental dissolution. In his shaking hand, a black handgun. The muzzle pointed directly at Joseph's forehead.
The distance was nothing.
Joseph couldn't dodge.
"Die!!"
The report and the muzzle flash erupted simultaneously.
"ORA!"
Star Platinum detonated into existence between Joseph and the bullet. Its fist closed around the spinning round mid-flight with a crack of displaced air — smoke curling off the heated metal pinched between two purple fingers, hovering an inch from Joseph's eyes.
Joseph's back was drenched. He didn't move.
"Hermit Purple!"
Thorned vines snapped from his sleeves and tore the gun from the pilot's hand in a single vicious pull, then wound around both the man and the seat simultaneously, binding him in place.
"...I'm alive," Joseph breathed. He turned. "Jotaro — thank you."
Jotaro didn't respond.
His gaze had already moved past Joseph to the instrument panel.
Joseph followed it.
And his blood went cold.
"NO!! We've been played!!"
The panel was destroyed. Screens shattered. Bullet holes punched through gauges. Exposed wiring. Warning lights detonating in cascading arcs of fluorescent green. The altimeter needle spun downward without control.
Shintaro and Avdol arrived seconds later. They stepped in and froze.
Beneath the pilot's skin — now that they could see his face clearly — something moved. A spider-like lump of flesh pulsed steadily at his forehead, rhythmic and purposeful.
"Flesh Bud?!" both said together.
Shintaro's mind went cold and rapid.
This pilot was not in the original story. He had no record in Shintaro's memory. Was he a Stand User independently — or simply a puppet? And if Gray Fly's main body wasn't in the passenger cabin and wasn't visibly in the cockpit —
Could the user's Stand be hiding something that was physically concealing them?
The true origin of everything.
"This plane is going to crash!" Joseph roared.
He lunged forward, ripped the bound pilot out of the seat by the back of his collar, and threw him backward. Star Platinum caught the body mid-air.
Jotaro's voice was flat and entirely final.
"Sorry. You're sleeping now."
Star Platinum's fist blurred.
The pilot went limp.
And at the exact moment his consciousness extinguished —
In the far corner of the cockpit, a deep-purple suitcase began to move.
Its surface rippled. The camouflage faded, revealing sky-blue plastic beneath. Then blood seeped through the zipper seams — slow, bright, and wet.
"What —?!" Shintaro's pupils shrank.
He stepped forward without hesitation, reached down, and pulled the zipper open.
Everyone in the cockpit went absolutely still.
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