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Glorious Heavens (JJBA Part 6 AU)

Discussion in 'Creative Writing' started by JBukharin, Sep 2, 2019.

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  1. Threadmarks: Stand above them, defiant boy!
    JBukharin

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    QUICK WARNING: This happens in the 'Eyes of Heaven' Timeline. If some of the things narrated feels wrong or weird, it's because the new timeline bring back some dead characters.

    Prologue: Stand above them, defiant boy!

    London, England, 2007

    While Father Enrico Pucci would have preferred to have stayed back in Italy for the sake of keeping the Church he had bestowed to Dio untarnished by the vultures hovering quite near to it, the priest had long decided to not tempt fate with the thugs of the Joestar family this close to him.

    He was happy that young Giorno had managed to unleash the full potential of his Stand, a praise-worthy day was the one when the news of his victory over Diavolo had reached his ears.

    HIS son had succeeded against the heretic traitor, showing him the true mercy of the Heavens by attaining the Requiem.

    But to think that this joyous revelation had to be tainted by the ill-decision of the youth to join forces with the Speedwagon Foundation?

    Pucci was not pleased and, after several hours of prayers to find a way to solve the rebellious steps of the young man, he decided to spare him.

    Of course the priest was now certain that Giorno was far from what DIO required from a proper heir and, coupled with the fact that the Diary was still incomplete and that his research to find HIS other sons was relatively new, he needed to find a solution to resurrect his [Friend] without muddying it during his attempt to ‘Achieve Heaven’.

    DIO was to be resurrected in a unique situation, before the operations to reach for their [Dream] could begin. And that is why Pucci had decided to venture the possibility of making use of one of the rituals present in the journal of the late Enya.

    While the hag had been loyal to the very end, the true potential and worth was the knowledge she had accumulated after years of studying the world.

    He could remember HIM as he described disappointingly about his drunk father, a stain to the family that took the lovely angel that was HIS mother away from the world.

    The cruelty of the sinful world, a tragedy that was not warranted nor forgivable.

    The blood of the family, albeit from a source far from normally acceptable, would be needed to use the true power of the Arrow.

    The powerful instrument that allowed to the strong-willed to develop Stands and unlock further evolutions had the capacity to be used to pull through the afterlife the soul of a specific individual.

    It was theorized by the Hag that by using a still-existing Stand with those elements, a ritual could bring forth the soul of its user back to the real world, binding it to a body that would surpass any of the previous bodies DIO had used, vampiric and Jonathan Joestar’s.

    A divine body for a divine soul.

    It was a doable proposal, one that Pucci would personally oversee for its perfect completion. Duty and effort was required to the utmost, things that only he as the closest being to DIO could give to the right demand.

    After all, he was a patient but faithful man. Loyal to the ones that had reached his core, giving new meaning to life itself.

    And DIO was the sole God his love and devotion felt rightfully given to.




    This school was supposed to be a normal one. At least that was what his mother had told him two months earlier, when he had to accept changing to another institutions because of his only parent’s ever-changing jobs.


    It was quite the bore the moments he would have to deal with Jonathon ‘Jon’ Joyce was just the average 15 years old. Not many friends, but not marginalized enough to warrant the attention of the bullies in his class.

    Well-versed in Football and interest in a career as a professional pianist, one of the passions that kept him from snapping at the never-ending school-hopping.

    But today Jon discovered that this school, which had looked pretty common-ish until now, was now different from the norm.

    It was the man standing by the desk, a Roman Catholic priest that had accepted the ‘kind’ request of help from the headmaster to fill up the role of teaching Religion in class.

    “And that is why Mr. Pucci shall replace Mr. Silk for the rest of the year, please be respectful of him as he has yet to learn much of the customs in here and-”

    His eyes were…






    Terrifying!

    It didn’t help that for some reason he was looking right at him! Why would he-

    “Now that I’ve finished introducing you, Mr. Pucci, I hope you will commence your first lesson as smoothly as possible.”

    “I will, headmaster.” The tanned teacher replied with some accent. It wasn’t thick nor horrifying to the ear for Jon to actually make out some possible ideas about the man’s home country, but it was easy to say that he came from a nation in Europe.

    The door closed and the entire class room kept quiet as the new teacher scanned around the rest of the students, a minimal task that ended with Jon.

    A single blink ceased the silence as the priest took a glance at the list with the names of the teens in the classroom.
    His mouth opened and he pronounced a name.


    “Fiddle, Abigail.”

    “Here.” A pretty girl with gold, twin-tailed hair replied meekly. She was trying to smile but her mouth was twisted in an uneasy line.

    The man was scary and this very thought was shared by the entire class.

    He continued to roll call, pausing short enough for people to quickly reply to his words. Soon it was Jon’s turn and something strange happened.

    “Joy, Jonathon.” It was a minimal change, his eyes widening just a minuscule fraction as his sight darted to the youth. Jon felt paler than before.

    “Here.” He gulped down nervously as the stare intensified, as if he was trying to steal his soul.






    Mr. Pucci paused longer on him than the others, but then he resumed with the rest of the list. Stealing some glances on his direction, something felt weird about this substitute teacher and… it was scaring him to the bone.

    Something chilling, something he wasn’t truly responsible of he reckoned as he had never seen this man before in his entire life.

    Maybe he recognized him by his father? Mother had told him that his estranged dad was hardly someone to approach, way too dangerous and insane to even consider to redeem.

    But his father had never gone out of England, being hauled in some Mental Institute after trying to murder some colleagues back at his desk-job.

    His sudden bout of insanity was never explained, the doctor surprised at the sudden mind-break the man had experienced and-

    “Mr. Joy.” His eyes returned to focus on the teacher as the stern tone brought him back from his little musing over his missing father. “I assume you are thinking of something more… ‘endearing’ compared to the further introduction to the subject I was just addressing.”

    Jon panicked a little. He had been distracted and... he got caught.

    The entire room was silent, no one was reacting to the scene beyond some sympathetic looks, and the teen had expected to be brought out of the classroom or be forced to write something in the black-board to punish the interruption he was prolonging.

    But Pucci had other plans. “Please take your chair and take a seat near me.”

    The demand was surprising, never it had happened that a teacher would try anything like this- They were in high school, why would he need to use this kindergarten’s punishment?!

    But there was no room for protest – or better – Jon knew that escalating this situation even more would guarantee a far worse aftermath. So he picked his chair and moved through the lines of the smaller desk, settling right by the side of the teacher’s desk.

    The tanned priest blinked at him, staring at him for a good while and then… he returned to the lesson, as if nothing had happened and leaving the classroom awed and shocked at his strange behavior.




    Evening came quickly as the rest of the day at his cover job passed uneventful. Still Pucci was unsure of truly considering this an acceptable role, finding the experience of dealing with so many sinful beings to be quite irking as much as dulling.


    After having settled his temporary hideout in an unused cottage just outside the English capital, the priest decided it was time to prepare the place where the ritual was supposed to happen.

    DIO had been quite descriptive of the long-destroyed Joestar Manor, once the home of the noble family that had been destroyed by the fire his [Friend] had started.

    Gone was the entire second floor, only pieces of the ceiling of the first roof kept the barely-lit sun to access at the ruins. The priest had also been quite attentive to see if there could have been anyone that could have disrupted the event in any possible way.

    The results of his research let him have some curious background of this broken building after DIO’s transformation to become a Vampire.

    Several established members of the local government had tried to have it seized or confiscated to the family, but George Joestar had been careful in storing the proper documents that rendered useless any attempt of external figures of obtaining the lands and the building itself.

    A request to have the building restored was forwarded to the great-grandson, Joseph, but the young man in 1940 stated that he was ‘too busy building his own house to truly mind over the old residence of his ancestors’.

    A blessing in the form of blatant laziness, one that allowed Pucci to bring a nostalgic element for HIS resurrection.
    The large open space that once was the impressive entrance room of the aristocratic family was to be used as the place where HE will be born once more.


    The priest paused a moment as he crouched on the ground near the central spot of the room, bringing out from his bag the elements that would be required for the ritual: The bottle containing the liquified arm bone of Dario Brando, the cloth that allowed him to handle the Arrow DIO had given to him before departing for Cairo and… the disk.

    It had been a very curious idea, one that had been possible only thanks to Jotaro Kujo’s inexperienced capacity to fully destroy the remains of a vampire like DIO.

    Some bits of his [Friend]’s shoulder had been properly sent to Italy after a greedy member of the Speedwagon Foundation had decided to keep part of the deceased body to be sold to any of HIS followers.

    「White Snake」's ability had then produced a Disk out of the partial limb, confirming his theory that Stands survived beyond their users’ lifespan.

    「The World」 had survived through the last moments of DIO, persisting within his remains as he was being recovered.
    Now it was time to restore HIM as it was properly demanded by the Heavens!


    Pucci opened the bottle and let the slimy, white liquid fall onto the disk of HIS Stand and, after the object had fully absorbed the DNA, he proceeded to stab it with the Arrow.

    A holy light erupted from the Disk, lifting the soul of Enrico Pucci to the highest dimension possible-

    Thud

    The tanned priest turned to look behind, his ears perceiving an unexpected sound. The figure was bent, his hands massaging the hurt leg and soon he looked up.

    The man felt his whole being boiling in anger, his attention completely drawn to the stupid boy he had felt wrong about.

    The name, the appearance and… the strange dreadful sensation he was bringing to him. So many coincidences- TOO MANY OF THEM!

    He was shaking in fury, such an annoying pest had to come and mess with the glorious resurrection of DIO?!

    「White Snake」!” The strong Stand launched in a quick burst of power, its arms stretching ready to show the true meaning of pain to the tainting being and start the new reign of the Heavens with the death of someone this much despicable-looking!
    The boy’s jaws dropped in fear- a possible Stand User?! - but it was now too late for him to dodge the rightful judgment. His fate was sealed in the name of God-!
    Swing
    UH!?
    A golden blur, faster than his Stand, beat him to the boy, fiercely stabbing him on his neck. A cold sweat rolled off the priest neck, realizing that the object was the Arrow. The light had ended and as he glanced back to fully accept this development, he noticed that the disk with the 「The World」 was missing too!
    It was when his Stand pierced through the renewed light sparking out from the youth’s body that he finally perceived it.
    Fate was cruel, fate didn’t accept DIO’s truest claim and… fate had decided to produce a new enemy for his crusade. Not a Joestar, but someone that painfully resembled one in appearance.
    And the cruel irony of it all?
    MUDA!


    White Snake was propelled away by a powerful punch, the origin of such unexpected attack was evident the moment Pucci recoiled from the sudden attack, his eyes widened in pure shock at what he was staring at.

    It was not a new Stand, nor something weaker than it- No, it was- 「The World」!






    The bulky Stand stared at him with cold determination, his new user wobbling as he tried to balance his body after the Arrow’s decision. In his hands blood and the instrument he needed for-

    “RETURN IT BACK, YOU BRAT!” 「White Snake」 tried to return to the assault, but its opponent had other plans.

    Rushing to the side of the boy, the former Stand of DIO picked the weakened teen and rushed away from the ruins of the manor. Pucci stared in fury as the two retreated, his plan backfiring and further worsening his ambition.

    Jonathon Joy must die for DIO to return! Jonathon Joy shall be butchered for tainting DIO’s very Stand!




    AN
    I admit I am leaving lots of questions with this chapter but… this is the prologue? Also yes, English in not my main language and I might have left some mistakes here and there but… I don’t think it’s that bad.


    This is my first attempt to JJBA fanfiction and I will be honest regarding some of my decisions early on. The reason why The World is the MC’s Stand is because I don’t feel much about creating a new Stand without Overpowering it to insane levels.

    Sure, The World is OP… because DIO is its user, but with a young human as its new user its ability is strongly reduced. I would say that our new JoJo is slightly weaker than EarlyPart3!Jotaro as he is physically incapable of keeping up with someone like Jotaro or DIO.

    Why 2007? Dio Brando was born in 1867-1868, thus it would have been the 140th birthday of the charismatic vampire.

    Lastly, while I would love to continue this I find myself buried by… everything. I will decide if this continues only by the response it gets. So… give me some feedback, will you?! JK, be awesome, you biutiful bistards!
     
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  2. Threadmarks: A World to Understand! (1)
    JBukharin

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    Chapter 1: A World to Understand! (1)

    London’s Outskirts, 1872

    In Victorian England, life was difficult for those that were not bestowed with a noble pedigree. Sure, if you managed to get an apprenticeship with some renowned lawyer or merchant there was a chance to elevate your own rank in society… but such thing was hardly possible for the child of a drunk man.

    A young boy with golden hair, Dio Brando continued to clean the dirty clothes by the river’s side. He was trying his best to keep himself silent, failing as some sobs managed to pass through his mouth, his black eye painfully burning as he went through the difficult chore for a five years old boy.

    His mother had fallen asleep, tired out by the never-ending list of works that she had to do for the sake of keeping her family’s minimal needs satisfied. It would have been easier if his husband could manage a day without drinking half a pub for the sake of sinning left and right. A lecherous man, one the child had tried foolishly to discuss with.

    His heart held some love for his father, a hope that maybe there could have been a possibility that his lazy parent could have seen the mistake of his way, that he could have helped her mother around and given a true sense to his title of father and husband.

    Dario Brando laughed madly as he swiftly delivered a punch on his son’s face, the boy screaming in pain but quickly silenced as the man started to choke him quiet. “Your mother needs help? Then why don’t you go and clean the clothes yourself?!”

    His face was still stinging at the hit, but the defiance starting to boil through his hatred fought fiercely to stand against the foul human. He picked the chest containing the robes and dresses that needed to be cleaned and the soap that would help in the dutiful chore.

    He skipped quickly through the slums, ignoring the stares of the people looking around the place and left through the section of the city that led to an unseen spot of the Thames. Her mother would clean the clothes there, humming a sweet song as he would usually listen and give some minor help while she went through the activity.

    But now Dio was alone, the boy’s mind acting on a brazen emotion of challenge against his drunk father, a moment that he found relieving after so many years of enduring the fool’s infuriating addiction and violence. The water was warm as the sun bathed it with heat, giving comfort to the blond boy as he went to touch the fresh and limpid river.

    A luxury, that was what Dio considered it. It was rare for him to be here in this particular spot, the cool wind and the pleasant grass giving him some unnatural calm and quiet happiness. Said emotions were helpful as the child started to slowly get a pattern going, the soap revealing to be more than slippery to his touch.

    Knee-deep on the river, the child tried to hum his mother’s lullaby as his hands started to gain some dexterity in completing the several tasks this work required. He was halfway through when he heard a familiar gasp coming from the muddy path that led back to the city.

    He turned around, his amber eyes glancing at the origin of the noise and widening once he spotted the kind woman approaching. Maria Brando crouched in front of the boy, her hands tentatively poking at the black eye. Her face squeezed a flinch as she noticed the pained expression in his son’s face, taking one of the clean clothes and pressing softly on the spot.

    “My baby boy.” She muttered with a quivering tone, hot tears leaving her eyes as she felt her duty as a mother broken right by that sight. “My brave boy, my poor boy.”

    A broken record, one that sent Dio through another moment of sadness, his own tears renewed at the sight of the woman he loved the most being this much beaten by fate itself. It was an unfair situation, one that for the first time Dio found irking. Within his small heart, the hatred towards Dario Bando grew more and more and, by the day his mother would be found dead by overwork, the boy despised the drunk father to a murderous intensity.

    Enough!




    Jonathon snapped awake at the loud voice echoing in his brain, standing up from his bed as he tried to reduce the painfully labored breathing he had woke with. Moments of silence passed, his mind slowly regaining bearing of his entire being, removing whatever panic had taken grip of him previously.

    He sighed, concluding the mental process, and soon his attention was shifted away from himself and… onto the place he had woke up into. It was his bedroom with his small bed, bookshelves and piano in it. The place looked pristine as usual, having taken the habit of cleaning around after leaving some mess in the afternoon while trying to get some homework done.

    The teen could remember having accepted some dumb bet to see where the weird priest was living currently, one of the things that was usually done for every new teacher that came to work in that school. Jonathon had accepted, part of him feeling the need of knowing more of that confusing man and why it felt like he hated his guts.

    He had followed him to some ruined building, staring quietly as the Mr. Pucci went ahead with some strange rituals, something the youth had seen only in horror movies. He saw the arrow being placed and… then things went awry. He tripped, some scary presence had tried to reach for him and then- “MUDA!

    That humanoid figure-

    Blinking in surprise, Jon turned his attention to the disturbance and he paled at the very figure that he had remembered right in that moment as it continued to stare at him so intensively.

    The boy almost fell off the bed as he let out a panicked yelp while pressing on the wall behind him.

    Wearing a strange headpiece that covered the upper section of its face that slanted with a steep-angled bit at the base of its forehead and ended up to a peak situated on the higher section of the rear of its head. Small diving cylinders on its back that were cabled to the half mask itself.

    Its muscled arms ended in two strong hands, in which backs were… clock faces? Several small green hearts were spread around its armor and… it was a strange bulky figure of yellow.

    I waited a moment, patiently trying to see if said stranger was going to say anything. While its form was threatening by all accounts, the figure had yet to show an aggressive behavior and… he felt like it was not going to attack him. It was a gut feeling, one that overlapped his logical mistrust for such being.

    You shouldn’t fear 「The World」, young man.

    A mighty voice resonated from his mind, the boy instantly grasping his head with his hands. “W-What?”

    A long sigh echoed. The bulky being is my Stand, 「The World」. It will not harm you until I am here within you.

    … “What?!”

    Could you please cease with your imitations of some crow? My patience is hardly going to be given to you if you continue to behave so foolishly.

    “W-who are you a-and what is that?!”

    Rude and cowardly, I guess hardships will be hardships. His tone was condescending but he still complied. My name is DIO, young man, and that is my mighty Stand, 「The World」.

    “Y-You mean that you are t-that boy? Dio Bra-” The Stand moved quickly, its palm pressing on the youth mouth as his face showed a cold demanding expression.

    You have not given permission to use that name. Dio stated calmly, an icy edge within his words. I will forgive you just this once, don’t do that ever again. Alas you have to give me your name, boy. I need to know whom is currently the new User of my powerful stand.

    Jon opened his mouth to speak but-

    “Jonathon Joy, it’s time for breakfast!” The door of his room slammed open, a gorgeous woman entering inside while holding a chest with dirty clothes. She was staring at him intensively and not noticing the large being right beside the bed. “C’mon, school is starting soon. You don’t want to be late, young man!”

    Slim with dark-brown, short hair, his mother was a no-nonsense kind of woman. Strong and determined, she was the strongest pillar in his life. With a quick nod, Jon moved to comply with the demands.

    Jonathon? The voice muttered in surprise, ignored by the youth as he jumped off the bed.

    Remembering that he had little time to clean up and get some food to his belly, the boy ignored the voice as he rushed beyond her mother and went to the bathroom. Few minutes later, a refreshed Jon left the room to reach the kitchen, some toast with eggs and bacon stripes. A filling breakfast for a tiring day.

    Few minutes after, they both left the house aboard the woman’s car. Their destination? School.




    Your name is… Jonathon.

    It is. Jon scowled in his seat as lesson had yet to start. His initial fear of encountering the scary priest at school was tamed quickly by the fact the man today wasn’t supposed to have lessons with his class. And I think this is the fifth time I have replied to this.

    It was weird how this ‘DIO’ had been this fixated with his name, just like how Pucci had done the day before. His behavior was questionable but… maybe he could get some straight answer if he asked now that there were people around to witness any attempt to ‘punish him’.

    「The World」 was a tangible problem if he wanted to make some sense at what had happened, what the being meant with ‘new User of 「The World」’ and why he was this much interested on his name.

    So… who is Pucci to you, Mr. Dio?

    It’s DIO and… Enrico Pucci is a good friend of mine, my only one.

    ...So you are allied to him?

    In a normal circumstance yes, but with how things are now? He sighed tiredly. My good friend would take any attempt to avoid our death as some trickery coming from you and… if you die I will die too. And that is not acceptable.

    But why would he want to murder me? What did I do to warrant this?

    The object you currently took in your backpack, the Arrow, is… a powerful instrument of the Heavens. One that I have gifted personally to him.

    ...You mean the thing that pierced my neck- Actually, why don’t I have anything, not even a scar, there?

    The Arrow is not meant as a weapon. It is the key to unlock the powers of those strong-willed. A Stand is the manifestation of one Soul and Willpower, the greatest connection between man and divinity.

    But why I got you and 「The World」 but not my own Stand?

    If you have noticed, the Arrow in the backpack is not acting up with you in its proximity. If you had the requisites to actually be bestowed with its power, you would attract it without even wanting it.

    And yet it still hit me… and gave me 「The World」.

    I think it is mostly because of the ritual he had tried to complete. While the Arrow would normally be used to unlock Stands, it was also a theory of mine that it could have been used to… revive people. The Arrow, when it went to pierce your neck, it was after being imbued with 「The World」‘s power and went for the closest being that could make use of a Stand… without having one already.

    But why? Why couldn’t it have just picked Pucci? Why it had to be someone without a Stand?

    Because having two Stands is… a difficult predicament. Since a Stand is the representation of one individual’s true self, having two fully developed Stands could be considered… impossible by the Arrow. It isn’t natural for a User to have two Stands at once.

    I am stuck with the 「The World」.

    You sound like this is some kind of terrible punishment and that is unacceptable! My powerful Stand is the strongest, unbeatable!-

    And yet, for some reason, you still died-

    Not because of a fair fight! DIO’s tone started to rise up at the cheeky remarks. If I manage to get another battle against that foolish Jota-

    “Class, I wish to give some important news.” Mr. Grime, the English Literature teacher boomed from his seat, having just reached the classroom and making the entire class go quiet. “Today you are going to be introduced to your newest classmate.”

    The door of the classroom opened and a teen with shoulder-long, blond hair entered the room. His face showed arrogance and his pose was pompous as he showed his seemingly expensive clothes.

    “Please introduce yourself-”

    The boy snorted as he gave an elegant bow to the entire class. “I am Robert E.O. Speedwagon III, scion to the Speedwagon family.”

    This… this is interesting.

    Why is that?

    Some girls started to giggle his way, making him smile in their direction. He had the attractive appearance to get well with the gentle sex, but Jon was quite sure that his flawed personality managed to balance out most of his qualities.

    Because I… knew this boy’s ancestor.

    “Mr. Speedwagon, please take a seat near… Mr. Joy over there.” I groaned as I raised my hand up for the youth to recognize me. He blinked in my direction, his brow lifting with some curiosity as he approached me. Once he was close enough, he bowed a quickly and extended his open palm to me.

    “Nice to meet you!” He exclaimed so suddenly and I found myself confused and shocked at the outburst. Still he seemed to be… genuine with this presentation and I returned his favor by shaking his hand.

    “Jonathon Joyce.” He smiled and nodded, swiftly taking a seat on my right as lesson truly begin.

    To think that… this is another coincidence?

    I frowned at the distracted musing of the man and sighed.

    What are you talking about?

    Nothing that you should concern with, Jojo. Keep your eyes on the lesson.

    I blinked at the snappy tone but complied, having no particular reason to try and pressure for more info as of now. My mind was still recovering from the previous blast of new terms and descriptions that-

    Wait, what did you call me?

    ...Jojo?

    T-That is… Why would you call me that?

    Why shouldn’t I?

    Because- Actually, do what you want.

    I kept silent, the nickname a reminder of a better past and… my time spent with my father.

    Before things went utterly bad.




    AN

    WRYY! This story shall go on!

    The World (Part 6) Stats:
    Destructive Power – A+
    Speed – A+
    Range – B
    Persistence – C
    Precision – A
    Development Potential – Unknown


    Explaining some of the stats that were changed: Persistence is the capacity of a Stand to maintain its special ability going and, being a young human, Jonathon cannot keep 「The World」 ability going beyond few seconds (>5 seconds). Other stats were increased by the fact that 「The World」 was improved after DIO drank Joseph’s blood. This improvement carried over to this story. So yeah, I would say that 「The World」 turned into a stronger version of pre-timestop 「Star Platinum」.

    Also a major detail I have skipped like a dumb idiot: This is not the original timeline. This is the Eyes of Heaven Route so… yeah, Speedwagon actually married and had children… that didn’t get any of his organization. Why? Well, let’s just say that Robert II showed to be dangerous individual to hand over the Foundation and was disinherited by the founder.

    Why is Robert III here of all places? Next chapter will have some explanation.
     
  3. Threadmarks: A World to Understand! (2)
    JBukharin

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    Chapter 2: A World to Understand! (2)

    Lunch pause begin two lessons after the meeting with this peculiar individual. Differently from Dio and Pucci, Robert’s weirdness was something logically addressed by the way he had grown until now. Old-fashioned, incredibly polite and… snobbish.

    The boy was not being cocky on purpose, having been educated to belittle people with a lesser origin than his own. Something that he was just now starting to doubt this very notion as he decided to break the rule with Jonathon. A strange attempt to befriend the young Stand User, one that was oddly endearing as quirky.

    It wasn’t a joke when Jon was awed at the well-mannered charisma the Speedwagon was naturally gifted with. A masterfully-crafted smile and using topics that were generally interesting in most situations to discuss about.

    Here and there he would let some details about his family and the reasons behind Robert’s expulsion from the Royal Academy itself. It was baffling how someone of his standing would want to leave something that much prestigious in the country and yet… it all made sense.

    When his great-grandfather Speedwagon the First decided to leave the family-owned foundation all to a council of technicians, his son Robert II was incredibly enraged by the elder’s sudden choice of letting down the entire family. Too greedy and too little interested in trying to make the world a better place, that was how the dying old man had motivated his firm decision.

    The reaction was brutal, the entire household moving back in Britain and leaving the Robert I to die with the few friends he had made along his long life. Dio had at that point muttered something about ‘Stars’ or something similar, the tone way too low for his brain to pick up properly and his attention still sticking with the young man’s tales.

    The family had then started to buy and invests in activities in England, trying to create new income sources for their elevated lifestyle.

    At first there were some backfiring decisions, then some stabilization occurred when the teen’s father, Richard Speedwagon, decided to promptly start his own company. The Speedwagon Quick Wheels is a rising star in the world of cars as their first designs easily conquered the people’s hearts, both for a matter of aesthetics and affordable prices.

    Still the situation wasn’t as bright as it would have seem, since Robert hardly saw his father nowadays, work taking much of their time together and… his mother died during his birth.

    The rebellious streak that properly crystallized the need of the youngest Speedwagon to break away from the family’s expectations was when he had carefully set an intricate prank for their teachers. Being quite taken by chemistry and having enjoyed of relative warmth with most of the teacher, the rich boy was able to trick the headmaster to enter in the room were he had prepared the trap that would have… had him out of that ‘annoying place of dull’.

    Offering to the illustrious man some special glasses, he proceeded to activate the first explosive compound. A cloud of pink splattered right onto the unaware individual, forcing him to take steps forwards as someone pushed him in that direction.

    The window was open and, with a yell, the man fell from two floors before landing on a large security mattress that had been deployed minutes earlier. As he made contact with the cushioned zone, glitter was splattered on the recovering adult by a passing group of teens in roller skates.

    Then… several members of the Journalism Club started to take pictures of the ‘pretty’ headmaster, preparing for some massive article for the school’s newspaper that would have exposed the man for looking… quite good in pink and glittery particles.

    The expulsion was immediate, not even the usual student council was called on the matter and Robert was sent packing while being hauled as a menace by the teachers and some rule-sticklers, but also a ‘Hero of the people’ by the rest of the student body.

    At the end of this Jon was staring at the new friend with newfound respect. To be able to pull this complex mad laddery, the Speedwagon was good enough in his book. Not that the young man was much into doing crazy stuff but… respect was given when due and Robert had warranted it with that.

    “But you still need to explain to me why you decided to ‘make friends’ only with me.” Jon asked, his tone confused. “You said that it was something you heard back home but you have yet to detail that.”

    The blond boy paused at this and frowned. “That is… right. I guess I owe you an explanation, my good friend.”

    He took a sip from his open water bottle and nodded. “My father is… quite attached to the figure of my great-grandfather. A grand man, the one that managed to bring greatness to our family but… also knew when to be stern to his own children.”

    The Speedwagon said with some hint of genuine respect for the elder. “He was revered even after the breakup, some of his lessons surviving even now and… I am intrigued by one that applies to your case, dearest Jonathon.”

    I suspect I know where this is going to end into…

    Really?

    Be quiet and let him talk.

    Jon blinked. “And that is?”

    “Sometimes friends are going to be your best brothers and sisters.” He replied with a small smile. “Find them high, find them odd. Find them bizarre and you will open a whole new path of grandness!”

    … “So you found me weird?”

    He opened his mouth, closed it as he thought about it answer and then replied once for all. “Sounds crazy but that is half of the reasons.” Robert paused a moment, while checking for other people around them.

    They were currently sitting in one of the benches in the inner courtyard of the school as most of the class had gone to buy their own lunch out of the school, leaving just them inside to talk about this.

    “This is also crazy but… I think I inherited my great-grandfather’s ability to… ‘smell out’ people’s souls.”

    … “What?”

    “I know, sounds incredibly weird but- It’s like I can see that you are a good guy that I can trust myself to. Good friend material.”

    That is actually something true.

    WHAT?!

    That fool Speedwagon was capable of sense traitors during my first rise to power. An incredible power to ‘sniff out’ possible backstabbers among the ranks.

    That is absurd-

    Aren’t Stand absurd too?

    Yeah but- Wait, what did you mean with ‘first rise’?

    Something you aren’t ready to learn about, stop annoying me now.

    “And how does it truly works exactly?”

    “I-I don’t know.” He replied nervously. “I never used it too much, always having trouble in finding individuals to test it with and… you are also the most peculiar of them all.”

    … “Beg your pardon.”

    “Sorry, I mean that you have two different scents on you and the most prominent was your good-willed one.”

    “And the… other one?” Jon felt sweating right in that moment, this very ability possibly being the very thing that could screw him and Dio over.

    A precise strike from 「The World」 could avoid any witnesses and-

    How about no?

    Your death wish, JoJo.

    Jon had to put some efforts to not grit at that uncool poke of the voice with the nickname. He had to appear to be fine to the blond youth.

    “Strangely enough I can’t pinpoint it.” He admitted sheepishly. “It smells foul but also… blank.”

    … “Is blank an adjective for smelling-”

    “N-No but… I don’t know, it’s plain but also confusing and-” He sighed. “Can we drop this subject?”

    Jon shrugged. “If you wish… also do you have any plans after school?”

    Robert hummed, tilting his head by his side as he thought about it. “I think… I have nothing to do. I could return home a bit later than usual, what are you proposing?”

    “Dunno, maybe spending some time doing homework at my home? It’s fairly close.”

    “Truly?” He asked happily, his eyes glowing in wonder. “I will finally see a commo-I mean, a normal home!”

    “You realize that I know you meant ‘commoner’, right?”

    He fell on his knees. “I’m sorry! It’s just that difficult!”

    Truly the classic noble fool.

    Oh?

    Nothing.

    What about the-

    Listen, boy. My patience is already thinning out and, if I manage to get resurrected, your best options is to beg to become a slave to DIO-

    Then I will have to keep you around for a long time.

    Why you-!

    Nothing, I am going to pass undisturbed, I am a deity, I am-

    Your death shall be swift-

    Whoa!

    ...What?

    Too much! We both know that I am joking there, right?

    Jokes are meant to laugh at, not to annoy those beyond your comprehension.

    Uh… okay?

    Good.




    “To walk in these streets! I always thought that it would be… less becoming but it is actually pretty interesting.” There were moment where Jonathon thought he was talking to a little child because of the energetic commentary the Speedwagon had started the moment the school day had concluded.

    Looking left and right, it was like trying to keep an overly-cheerful and naive tourist away from incidents mid road-crossing. “Sure, but can you please look where you are going?”

    “I am! But this place is so… so full of details that I could get lost into!” He was walking right inside a dark alley as he finished to say this.

    “Yeah? Well, keep your head to earth, Speedy.”

    His shoulders went rigid at that nickname. “Speedy?”

    “Quick and seems to catch your attention out of your silly moments.”

    He hummed, his eyes narrowed teasingly as he nodded. “Okay, Jojo.”

    DAMN IT!

    You have yet to explain why you find being called ‘Jojo’ such a terrible thing, Jojo.

    N-Not the moment!

    Dio demands it!-

    “Fine, Speedy. It seems two can play this game.” I replied with a smile.

    He chuckled. “A fun game for sure, my dearest Jonathon- Wait!”

    They both stopped as the blond guy started to look around them. “I-I think I saw something and- STAY DOWN!”

    We both fell on the floor as I felt something grazing my hair and- “What is going on, Robert?”

    “S-Something like a- a blade. I can smell it but my eyes have trouble to keep up with it.”

    He smells it, seriously!?

    This is not a moment to doubt your ally’s talent. I can sense a Stand User nearby.

    Wait, really? How do you?

    Bring out 「The World」 and start to search for-

    “Look out!”

    “Gah!” A large gash formed on Jon’s right arm, the sensation of the invisible blade searing through his nerves. “What is this?!”

    “Someone is causing this?!” Robert looked around only to find that the area had been fully deserted by the rest of the people. “Where could be the responsible?”

    The pain was terrible as the wound continued to bleed profusely as the young man tried to press on it. His mind was going awry at the sudden bad feeling and only Dio’s voice reigned logically within it.

    Bring out 「The World」, Jojo!

    A twitch in his soul and the Stand manifested fully to the sight.

    And now?!

    Use it’s ability and… rush at the alley that airhead was walking into, now!

    「The World」!

    Just as Dio had told him back at school, Time started to slow down until it was fixed on a single moment. But the limit was starting to strain on his body and the boy complied with the second order, running up to the alley and… spotting the responsible, a hobo hiding behind trashcans while also staring through the opening there.

    ~Time resumes its course~

    「The World」 followed right behind him and bolted the moment Time was restored. The man yelped in surprise but he couldn’t do much when the Stand started to obliterate him with a flurry of punches. The word ‘Muda’ repeating over and over, consumed in the carnage dispensed by the strong Stand.

    Few moments later 「The World」 retreated within Jon, leaving the teen to stare at the battered man. “Who sent you?” His voice was imperative, for he was- No. Wait, what was that?

    Something quite confusing and… I think I have an idea about whom it could be…

    You mean-!

    Yes, my dear Pucci has surely managed to take away from you… the Arrow.

    Jon didn’t stop to think about those words as he went to rummage on his backpack and… it was gone. His eyes widened and he felt a sliver of dread at the thought that the priest had managed to actually retrieve the dangerous object.

    He will surely recruit people to try and kill you, maybe recover you alive to forcefully remove 「The World」 with you conscious and aware during the procedure.

    “D-Dearest Jonathon, what was… that?” Jon snapped around to see a shocked Speedwagon, the young man approaching slowly at the scene and paling at the sight of the dying man.

    “W-What is going on and-”

    “I will explain, Robert.” The Stand User replied curtly. “Once we get to my house and… there are no prying ears.”

    The blond gulped nervously but nodded at his words.

    Slowly they started to return back on the street and towards Jonathon’s home as a familiar figure stared from afar.




    Enrico Pucci sighed in defeat at the scene he had just seen unfold just few moments ago.


    He had feared that the manifestation of the 「The World」 brought it the grand ability that made DIO a dangerous foe. The ability to manipulate time itself was… concerning as it would make the use of 「Whitesnake」 nigh-impossible. Range was on his side but… the time-stop was unpredictable.

    The priest was patient enough to let this test happen, just to gauge not only the opportunity to fully use the Arrow to see if it still worked after the ritual, but also proved that the boy was still inexperienced. Even his ability was severely crippled, estimating a full two seconds before the time bubble around him collapsed.

    Dangerous but easy to deal with. It would require time, effort and… manpower. People were desperate enough in a city like London and he will make sure to recruit a group of followers that would join them in the new era ruled by DIO himself. A cult that he would faithfully lead through the darkness that plagued this world of sin and corruption.

    Still the presence of the young scion of the Speedwagon family was worrisome. While most of th family was estranged to the Joestar, Richard Speedwagon was in amiable terms with the old Joseph and, if word of what had happened there reached the oldest hero the priest's plan was all going to fall apart instantly.

    The Joestars were just too strong as of now and the thought of facing someone like Jotaro Kujo- He had to shiver just imagining fighting someone of his caliber, of DIO's caliber. Hopefully the Japan-based delinquent will not try and disrupt any of his plans anytime soon, especially with his new job as biologist and with a brat to deal with.

    Even old Joseph Joestar would be unable to face him evenly, his Stand hardly developed and his Hamon quite useless on humans like him. It would be childplay, but it would draw the ire of the Japanese dog onto him. And that was not acceptable nor viable.

    Sighing, Pucci started to walk back to his hotel room, dreaming of the glorious picture he had imagined for the future. Time was on his side and the opportunities are endless. The new World will rise and… he will be there to bless it in the new light shed by the glorious God of the grand age!

    Glory to the heavens and may DIO be reborn once more!




    AN

    So… it is JoJoyce it would seem… I have tried to not give him the last name ‘Joyce’ for the sake of not comparing him to the French musician Joyce Jonathan (which is not related to his case in any shape or form).

    Also first Stand User.

    Silent Deadly Stats:
    Destructive Power – C
    Speed – C
    Range – A
    Persistence – B
    Precision – C
    Development Potential – E
    User: Unknown Hobo
    Ability: Manipulation of bad odors into anything its user imagines. In this case a large scimitar.
     
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