You guys wanted to know what's up with Hayato? Well we're gonna check him out this chapter.

It was July 1. Morioh was officially opening its tourist season. During July and August, enough tourists arrived in Morioh that they effectively doubled the population, partaking in golfing, camping, fishing, yachting, and wind surfing. Morioh was a small town, but tourists always found something interesting to do or see. Sadly, the same could not be said for Kira, who was having trouble fitting in as Takashi. He nervously bit his nails as he saw the young women passing by, his killer instinct gnawing at him.

But he knew if he slipped and let himself go, it'd leave a trail for Jotaro and the others to follow. For once his Killer Queen, the power which let him cover up his crimes, proved a detriment. Not helping was the fact that Kosaku was his next door neighbor, and Kira couldn't be sure Takashi would be recognized. 'I never imagined the stress could get to me,' he thought, 'I've always been able to balance a quiet life with my killer instinct. But now that quiet life is all I can live to keep peace of mind. But there's no way it can last. Until those Stand users lose track of me for good, I can't get a good night's rest.'

He saw an especially good looking one in the group, and imagined his hands wrapped around her neck to choke the life out of her. But he held himself back with every ounce of his willpower. 'I need something to keep my hands occupied. I'll keep practicing Takashi's handwriting. That should help both my problems.' He started to work, getting close but there were still minor errors. Even the slightest difference could be picked up by a handwriting expert. Not that he expected it to come down to handwriting, but he hadn't lasted this long by taking chances.

Just then, a knock came at the door. It was Ayaka, Takashi's wife. "Sweetie I got you some tea. Are you alright in here?" Kira had hidden the handwriting practice and gotten out a book. "Just fine. A little stressed out from work lately. I thought I'd take to reading." Ayaka did seem like the sort of woman he'd want to marry if he ever considered it. It made pretending to be the dutiful husband easier. She was both beautiful and pleasant without any trace of deceit. Which was perfect, because it meant Kira didn't feel the need to let her know his true nature.

Next door, Hayato was working on his surveillance gear. He heard his dad come up. "Hey Pop," he said, "I guess you and Mom finally started loving each other." "Have you been spying on us?," Kosaku asked. "All the time," Hayato admitted, "But recently I found something interesting. Dad... I saw it. That strange figure you summoned to trick the landlord." Kosaku sighed. "Kakyoin said this would happen. Since you're my son, me getting a Stand from the arrow gives you one as well. Looks like you can handle it without issue. These images aren't from our house."

"I didn't know it was called a Stand," Hayato noted, "But my classmate Riku Yamashita said he felt something off about his dad lately. How the guy keeps leering at girls in a way that's not normal even for a perverted streak, but still acts faithful to his wife. It's a little odd." "How did you get this footage?," Kosaku asked, "Did your friend let you into the house?" Hayato held up a camcorder. "This appeared in my hand shortly after I witnessed the incident with the landlord. I think its one of those Stand things. I can use it to look into someone's window, then my surveillance gear does the rest. I'm calling it Party in the CIA."

He hit the remote, which showed Kira in his room. "Mister Yamashita's been trying to copy his own notes onto scrap paper. If you look closely, you can see tiny discrepancies in the handwriting." Kosaku rubbed his chin. "I become an agent for one of the world's biggest conglomerates and suddenly my son goes super spy." He chuckled. "Well, you'll need some energy to keep you on this job. If you promise to keep me posted, I'll order some barbecue for you." Hayato looked surprised, but genuinely delighted. "Yeah, sure."

He saw Kira continued to write as he muttered. "Jotaro... Kujo... Josuke... Higashikata... Are those important people?" Kosaku nodded. "They're friends I made recently. Stand users like us. Later I'll introduce you to them. I'm sure they'll need this footage. I know that man looks familiar. Hayato, if I'm right we've stumbled upon an important clue regarding a terrible serial killer lurking somewhere in town." Hayato looked worried. "Is... Mom gonna be okay?" Kosaku had a confident smile on his face. "Don't you worry about your mom. Your old man can protect her without issue." 'When did Dad get so cool?,' Hayato thought.

Meanwhile Yoshihiro was racing through the city, being guided by the Stand arrow. "Now where's it taking me?" He saw it aiming for a white-haired young man who was approaching a train crossing. "Ah-ha, him next. This will make the sixth overall that I've made. That should be plenty. Together they will be able to defeat any who get close to my son! Those who try to harm him will be slaughtered!" He threw the arrow at the man, but something odd happened.

To Yoshihiro's surprise, the arrow turned away, only leaving a small scrape at the man's neck. "Ow! What was that? I felt something sharp hit my neck." "What just happened?," Yoshihiro said, "He was chosen by the arrow, and yet he repelled it." He looked at the arrow. "Well, it still seems to have injured him. That alone should work. But still, it's bizarre." He looked at the man. "Hmm... I'll monitor him for a while. See if he has developed a power."

At this point the tables were starting to turn against the Kira family. Before they had been able to easily evade capture while the heroes were spinning their wheels. Now it was the other way around. The heroes were casual in their search, knowing it was only a matter of time before they closed in again, while Kira and his father were feeling the pressure to lose their pursuers. It was only a matter of time before things came to a head.