Yep, here's the penultimate. Sorry for these being short, but the mini-arcs they are based on are one manga chapter long, which can often be only twenty pages if I'm lucky.

Kira went flying back as time continued. He was lying on the ground, a bloody mess from Smile's pummeling and completely delirious. "He did it!," Riku said, "He made it in time!" "Yeah, but Pinkie did most of the work," Jotaro admitted. Kira tried to pick himself up, getting on his side to try pushing his detonator. "I'm gonna push it... I'll push it... Bites the Dust will go into effect again..." But no matter what he tried, his fingers would no longer listen. Not that he realized that in his delirium.

"You gotta be kidding me," Pinkie said, "Even after all that he's still not giving up?" "Gotta give him credit," Rohan admitted, "But it looks like it's useless. No matter how much he wants to push it, his fingers are busted." "I guess this is it for him," Kosaku said, "But what now? Do we have some way of keeping him contained?" "I'm sure Speedwagon can keep him under an intensive coma," Jotaro said, "At least until we can find some way of nullifying his Stand."

Just then, the other medical personal started shouting. "Hey! Stop! Stop the ambulance! There's someone in the road!" The nurse screamed as Kira's head wound up caught under the tire. The grizzly sight of his head twisting as it was crushed caused the group shock and disgust. "What the hell...?," Josuke managed to spit out. The others were stunned into silence. Stand user or not, Kira had still been human. It wasn't like DIO, an inhuman vampire that was easy to justify killing. Killing Kira had not been an option the group wanted to explore. And yet he wound up dead anyway, by complete accident.

"Someone was crushed under the ambulance!" "I didn't even see him!" "Forward! Move the car forward!" Police and medical personal moved the group past the yellow tape and checking their injuries. "It's too late," one of the paramedics said, "We've lost him." Riku couldn't believe his ears. 'Dad... Are you seeing this? Are you resting in Heaven now?' Kosaku breathed a sigh of relief. "Now I'm the one who can sleep easier. He can't hurt Shinobu now. Or anyone else for that matter."

"So he's... Really dead?," Okuyasu asked. Meanwhile the paramedics were examining the body. "This guy wasn't here when I checked earlier," one said, "It's like he just popped in out of nowhere." "This is all my fault," the nurse said, "I don't mean to make excuses, but I didn't have time to hold him down. He was already badly injured, and seemed disoriented. He kept babbling about the Mona Lisa and its hands." "What sort of injuries did he have?," the paramedic asked. "A wound created by a glass shard in his back near the shoulder," the nurse said, "His head suffered considerable damage, and his arm felt like it had been twisted."

"His face caught got between the tire and the road," the paramedic said, "All the skin got torn off." The group was shocked when they learned this. "All that effort to hide his face," Josuke muttered, "And it wound up getting destroyed anyway." "Does anyone know who this guy is?," the paramedic asked. "He called himself Yoshikage Kira," the nurse said. "I know a house owned by a man of that name," an approaching officer said, "It's over in Kotodai. I'm pretty sure he lived alone so there's probably no next of kin to inform. Verify his ID through dental records. We need to make sure this guy wasn't making anything up."

"So after all that," Koichi said, "What finally does him in... Is a car accident." "It's for the best," Rohan noted, "Karma may finally have had enough of Kira's insane luck, and since the law could never bring him to justice, the universe did so for us." Hayato came out shortly after. "I saw everything Dad..." Kosaku knelt down and hugged his son. "If I didn't get this power... It could easily have been me he replaced. He tried to go after me first." Riku hugged his bag. "I wanted to him to pay... Me and Dad were good friends... And he took that away from us... But now... Now it's over."

Now remembering everything, Kira felt all the wounds he suffered during that fight return to him, blood starting to ooze from various cuts along his face. "It looks like you remember now," Reimi noted. "You bitch!," Kira called out, "Just who are you!?" "You only got a Stand a few years after you started killing," Reimi noted, "So when you killed me, my death was reported in the papers. After all, you had nothing to erase the bodies you left behind." She turned around and revealed her back wounds. "Remember now!? Or did I not leave much an impression because you forgot to take my hands on your first murder!?"

Kira's eyes widened in realization. "Damn... Has it been that long? My mind must have slipped from the stress of hiding from the other Stand users. Ordinarily I never would have forgotten the name Reimi Sugimoto, the one deviation from my pattern. The girl who was brave enough to protect her charge even as she was about to die." He grabbed Reimi's shoulder. "But what exactly have you been doing here for the last fifteen years? You're obviously a ghost, but that's still no reason why you would show me your wounds or reveal your name."

He leaned in. "You know, my father once told me, about a certain alley where you must never turn around. A passageway for the spirits, where sometimes the living can wander into, and those who look back get dragged off by a mysterious force. This wouldn't happened to be that alley, would it? He did mention there was a woman's ghost here, but at the time he said it, I thought it was completely absurd." He grabbed Reimi's chin and tried to turn her around. "You were likely trying to trick me into walking behind you, hoping I'd look around in curiosity."

He started to return to his original appearance. "But if I've died, that means I can live here from now on, continuing my work as normal." Reimi seemed nonchalant. "Don't be absurd. I've been studying your work for fifteen years. You wouldn't have lasted this long if you weren't a calculating man. I had a different plan in mind. Arnold, now!" Kira winced as the dog Arnold ran up and grabbed his arm that was holding Reimi's chin. The effect of tearing it off wound up whirling Kira's body around, forcing him to look back. He screamed in horror as the phantoms of the alley moved to grab at him.