Omake: What if the coin I flipped ended in tails...
As the zenith of the Fourth Grail War was coming to a close; a young little girl with black twin-tails and vibrant blue eyes had once again suck out of the confines of her safe haven, hoping to see her father's glorious victory in person as he attained the Holy Grail with the power of his Servant. Discreetly managing to reach the the city hall, which was one of the five locations where the grail would manifest if what she remembered of her studies was correct; she began walking towards the building, ready to peer inside and find her father standing triumphant over his foes: the grail within his hands.
It was then, that the building erupted in flames and mud; engulfing the little girl, as a single bone was caught in the tide and forced down her throat...
You were attended by your most stalward subordinate; Enrico Pucci, in the your manor. Or rather, Toshaka Manor; the body you had been reborn in being that of one Rin Toshaka, heiress to the Toshaka family; a family of magi who maintained their arts for generations. With 'your' father dead and mother almost there, all that stood in the way of your attaining the wealth of your 'family' was one Kirei Kotomine. Fortunately, with the assistance of Pucci; you were able to stop the fool priest from squandering your soon to be wealth.
And now the time has come; you and your confidant headed towards the church, facing Kotomine directly as Whitesnake removed the tainted priest's memory disk and handed it to yourself. While the gilded, self-proclaimed, 'king' was a surprise; a simple Time Stop via The World combined with the snapping of the neck brought an end to any threat he may have posed.
With your 'guardian' indisposed and 'mother' incapable of doing anything in her brain-dead state; you were now in the possession of the considerable wealth of your 'family'. Hearkening back to your days as a youth attempting to acquire the exact same thing from the Joestars; you can't help but grin devilishly, planning and calculating how to improve the fortune you now had.
What had started as a fluke soon became your most devious plan yet; as you delved into the tomes the Tohsaka's had on magecraft, learning everything you can while supplementing it with the memories of Kotomine and the previous inhabitant of your body, you soon discovered that in addition to having an affinity to all five elements you had an additional one for 'flesh': so long as it involved modifying your own body, success and impeccable results were a given. You assumed this was because of your familiarity with the human body from your ascension via the Stone Mask.
However, it was when you had applied reinforcement and alteration to your vocal chords, lungs, and ears that you discovered how to sing with absolute perfection: pitch, tone, register; all were perfect to the point of making angels weep with envy.
And you weren't the only one who noticed; having inadvertently discovered this unique talent while relaxing in the park, a man soon rushed over to you. Apparently, he was an agent of some sort; and he wanted to introduce you to the world of showbusiness: making you into an idol.
Having the masses fawn and worship over you; as if you were their lord and master? Not to mention an additional source of fame and wealth? How could you even
think of saying 'no'?
And so, a star was born; in months you were recognized throughout the world as the best singer there was. By year's end; you were an accomplished actress and model on top of it; winning awards and prizes left and right with ease, thanks to utilizing magecraft to attain perfection in everything you did.
And as the fans and admirers came in droves; you hand an epiphany: the world was going to be yours, but instead of forcing it to kneel; they would do so willingly and singing hymns to you all the while. The end result wouldn't change; reshaping the very world itself was a goal you refused to toss aside; but the number of people who would come with you into utopia would drastically increase. You consulted Pucci on the matter, and he agreed with the new plan, along with assuring you that you had not faltered from your path or your vision.
Thus, you began to organize your 'followers'; creating organized fan clubs for the masses to enlist in, creating 'collector's edition disks' for the most loyal and reverent of fans every year. In truth, the disks were magecraft modified Stand Disk; which would both bestow your followers with a Stand of their own, as well and solidify their loyalty and devotion to you.
As your fame grew, so did the masses love for you; and in turn so did your true worshipers. Hundreds became thousands, which became hundreds of thousands, which became millions; until it reached one billion by your 'sixteenth' birthday. One billion Stand Users; all willing to die for you if you so commanded, with countless more as lesser minions to your will. You were a
God in all but name to them.
Now, it was simply a matter of time; until the world accepted your ascension to your proper place as their lord and master...
Today was the day; the beginning of the end. You had attained the Stone Mask, along with the mysterious red stone that seemed to be meant for the slot within this version of the mask. Your research and followers had informed you of how donning the mask and triggering it in light with the stone on would supposedly remove the one weakness you had in the past. Eager to reclaim that which you had lost; you put on the mask, the stone in it's proper place, and drenched it in the blood of one of your loyal fans: willingly given at your request. You were also magnanimous with the disks; the more devout and loyal the user was to you, the stronger they would become: which in turn made
you stronger.
The results were all that you could imagine;
and more...
Now, though, came the
real cause of the end; a new 'collector's edition' disk was being shipped out to the proper fans worldwide: a new modified disk that would turn all who had them into beings like you, transcendent existences freed from the confines of humanity. Combined with the modifications you made by studying Dead Apostles, each one who ascended would in turn empower you; making you stronger, smarter, faster, greater in every aspect: like the God you were to these insects.
Before you could ruminate on this any further; a stage hand came into the dressing room, informing you that you were on in five. Putting on the finishing touches of your costume; you gracefully exit the room and enter the stage, gazing upon your fans. When within the masses, you spotted someone peculiar...
Why, it was none other than Jotaro Kujo; which what appeared to be his daughter on his shoulders so she could see past the crowd. When your eyes landed on her; she eagerly waved her hands and looked at you with admiration, on her finger was a ring signifying she was a member of your fan club. It took everything you had to not burst out in hysterical laughter; oh the irony! The man who stopped you, now here attending a mass devoted to your worship? With his daughter a devoured follower of your's truly no less?
You were going to
enjoy watching the world crumble around him...
With microphone in hand, you called forth your Stand; The World, and filled it with prana to make it visible to the naked eye: the Stand itself having become a 'unique special effect' and motif in many of your works. Raising the microphone to your mouth, you begin to sing...
Sekai de ichi-ban ohime-sama
Sou iu atsukai kokoro-ete
Yo ne?
As you continued singing and dancing to your signature song; World is Mine, you look at Jotaro and can't help but bask in the emotions he was showing in his eyes. Shock, denial, anger, and rage soon followed by sudden realization and grim despair: Jotaro was an intelligent man; as soon as he realized who you were, he immediately connected the dots and likely saw what your nefarious plan was. Or at the very least a close approximation of what it was.
A single man, versus the entire world; truly it was something to bring a man to despair. He couldn't lay a single finger on you, lest all of your fans come to your defense; his own daughter included. Unable to fight back or impede you in any way; all he could do is watch as your ambitions came into fruition.
As the song came to a close, you had The World pose behind you and stop time; then had it carry you to the opposite end of the stadium where another stage was set. Flying across the masses, you saw Jotaro and Star Platinum watching your every move; oh so desperately wanting to retaliate, yet unable to lest you continue time and cause a riot from his actions.
You reach the stage, strike a pose, and let time continue; watching with glee as the audience turns to you in shock and cheers at the magnificent performance with its trick at the end. Basking in the adulation, you can only think to yourself...
...World is Mine,
indeed...