Morioh, Japan, 2016.

In the country of the rising sun, in a little place called Morioh, the Sun shone its bright yellow beams upon the once sleepy town. People were just about getting ready to go to work. Students packed their bags to begrudgingly prepare for the beginning of the new school week that was ahead of them.

Yasuho Hirose, a 17 year old teen was just getting prepared for the day that was to come. She woke up in her room at 6 am, but decided to sleep in until 6:30. She took a shower which took about twenty minutes, during which she managed to sing both Hung Up and Material Girl without landing a single note and still managed to find time to rub one out. She got dressed into her dark blue school uniform in about 5 minutes and spent 20 doing her light pink hair. She then went downstairs to eat breakfast. When she entered the kitchen, she greeted her mother begrudgingly.

"Morning, mom."

"Good morning to you too sweety. Are you ready for school?"

"Yes, mom." Yasuho replied without even looking up from her phone.

An awkward pause popped up. Yasuho's mother was done with preparing breakfast. A sweet belgian style waffle topped with whipped cream and strawberries popped up right under Yasuho's nose. It was so appealing it made the brat salivate. For a brief moment, she put down her phone and dug into her waffles like a starved trucker, all the while avoiding eye contact her mom. Yasuho's mom took sat down opposite Yasuho and stirred her coffee, delighting in her daughter's barbaric habits.

Before her mom could even take a sip, Yasuho has already devoured the waffles with minimum resistance. She took a tissue and wiped all the whipped cream from her face while she picked up her phone, again avoiding her making eye contact with her mom. Yasuho's mom decided to say something.

"The weatherman said it's going to rain today. You might wanna take an umbrella."

"Yeah, sure." Yasuho responded like a zombie. Her mom looked down into the spiral that formed as she mixed her coffee. Yasuho took a peek at how her mom was doing, making sure not to establish eye contact. Yasuho was about to ask a question. A question she asked almost every other day and one that didn't exactly thrill her mother.

"So mom. Have you heard from dad?" Yasuho asked nonchalantly, deeply hoping it wouldn't escalate. Her mom suddenly stopped mixing her coffee. A menacing aura filled the room.

"No, Yasuho. I have not" This time, Yasuho's mom was the one avoiding eye contact. She just kept peering into her coffee as if she was reading some sort of fortune. The only noise they could hear was the kitchen radio softly booming out the radio host's voice. Yasuho kept to her phone. She knew it would be a lot easier for both of them.

Yasuho went to the kitchen sink and rinsed her plate. Her mother was still peering into her coffee. She didn't even take a sip. Yasuho was starting to feel worried for both of them. Only Yasuho and her mom lived in the house. The rules Yasuho had to follow were simple. All she had to do was not get involved in crime, help do chores around the house and not mention her father. Today she just broke the last one. Usually her mother would flip into unbridled rage at the mere mention of him. Just the mere thought of him usually turned her hair white. After rinsing her plate, Yasuho grabbed her school bag and put it around her shoulder. She was about to go out.

"Yasuho!" Her mother blurted in a hurry. Yasuho paused at the door.

"Yeah?" She awaited a response.

"Don't forget to enjoy yourself." Her mother said in a deceptively cheery voice. Yasuho was unprepared. She expected some scolding and swearing, but instead, she got whatever this was.

"I-Is that all?" Yasuho asked in confusion.

"Yes. Did you want more? I-If you want I could give you some tips on how to make the boys turn their heads." It was clear she was toying with her.

"Jeez, mom! Stop being weird. I gotta get going." Yasuho looked at the kitchen clock and ran to the door, where she kept her shoes.

"See you after school!" Yasuho's mom yelled from the kitchen.

"Sure. See ya!" Yasuho said as she fiddled with the shoehorn and tied her shoelaces. She blasted out the door like a missile.

Yasuho's mom sat in the chair. She gazed into the mug with murderous intent. Her breathing got heavier and sweat started dripping down her forehead. Her prominent black hair turned white in seconds.

"You're doing this on purpose!" She yelled with no one around to hear. It seemed her patience had reached its limit.

"YOU...! You..."

"YOU BITCH!" The mother stood up, grasped her mug and threw it through the closed window, shattering it into fragments. She panted heavily, unable to move after her throw. Her snow white hair as white as snow covered her eyes and face. Her heavy panting stopped after a while. She straightened her posture, got her hair out of her eyes and took a deep breath. She put on a smile as her white hair turned back to its original black color.

She got back to business as if nothing happened.

What she didn't know was that her daughter Yasuho was still standing outside the front door. She heard everything, but was reluctant to do anything. All she could do was let out a sigh and leave to school. It was a rough beginning for Yasuho. Little did she know, that this the start of a new era in her life. An awakening and a rebirth. A crossing of fate too bizarre to be a coincidence.

Meanwhile, on the road south of Morioh, a loud motorcycle zoomed into town unannounced. The engine roared like a wild lion disturbing anyone it passed. It was a Yamaha YZF-R3 painted black with neon pink thorny vines and green camo patches that brought the design together.

The biker sped down the road into Morioh at top speed. She was obviously in a hurry. The biker boldly went onward and curved her body to have as little wind resistance as possible. All seemed fairly normal, until she zoomed past something unexpected. The black asphalt road was surrounded by yellow meadows filled with grain and radio towers. As soon as she saw a something small, white and red along the side of the road, she slowed down as quickly as possible by performing a drift slide. Her bike stopped a few meters later, leaving a bold black tire track in its wake.

The biker looked at the white and red blob. She looked at it and noticed it was a dog. It was some sort of mixed breed. It laid almost lifelessly near the side of the road. Its ugly white fur was stained by blood and mud. The biker looked back at her watch. She was already running late. Impressions are everything. If she was late for the first day of school, what would people think of her? Odds are that if she was late, the hierarchy of the classes would have already been set in stone. A huge panic overwhelmed the biker.

"What now? What do I do at a time like this?" She thought. She then looked at the dog again. Just one look into those defeated green eyes solidified her choice.

She knew what she had to do.

Morioh was nothing like it was in the past. The once simple rural town has bloomed into a small but packed industrial town. During the years many people decided to sell their land to a numerous larger companies in hopes that the town's economy would blossom into something more with the influx of workers who would live here. With the construction of a state of the art tram system, Morioh was at this point a town in name only.

The map the biker had was from year 1999. With how much the town had changed, it might as well have just been an empty piece of old paper. What were once sprawling fields have now become extensions of the once small town. Anything the map showed was severely outdated.

Inside the city, Dr. Kikyo Hatomi, a resident veterinarian in Morioh was just drinking her morning coffee and catching up on her favorite TV show. A loud knocking wailed at the door of her clinic. The knock was so loud and so unexpected it forced her to jump and spill her coffee. She rushed to the door and grabbed some tissues to clean off her white coat. She opened the door, but there was no one there. All she could hear was the soft roar of a bike engine fade into the distance. She was about to close the door until she heard a soft whimper come from under her feet. She couldn't believe it. A dog covered in blood wrapped in what looked like a school uniform blazer.

The doctor carefully picked up the dog to patch it up. As she unwrapped the beaten up animal, a note slipped out from under the blazer.

"Found her on the side of the road. I'm in a hurry. Find her a home. Here's cash to cover costs. Signed S.J.J." The note was written in a way only a foreigner would. The signature contained english character and had a giant five point star after it. The doctor was curious and so right after she was done with the dog, she checked the inside of the blazer for clues. The pockets had nothing but empty bubble gum wrappers and spare change. Lo and behold, the doctor looked at the blazer's loop. Joestar.

School was about to start. Shizuka made it. It still wasn't late to make a good first impression. She got off her bike and removed her helmet to reveal a youthful face of a beautiful girl at the cusp of adulthood. Her face was adorned with deep black mascara and green lipstick while her hair was dyed purple like amethyst. Green pins and yellow web shapes decorated her body from her hair all the way down her glistening leather biking outfit to her brown thigh high boots. She looked around to see if anyone was watching and put her leather clothes into a storage compartment on the bike and hid the bike in the nearby bush. She put on her uniform and rushed to make it to class before the teacher could notice. She had hope that she could make it before the bell could ring.

Yasuho was already in class. She sat in the back away from the wide open windows. All the students of class 3-A had formed groups already. Typically around three or more people bundled up around someone's desk and talked about anything. Yasuho however stayed behind her desk, staring at her phone with disinterest.

"All these schmucks are getting real annoying. God. When will class start?" Yasuho thought to herself. She didn't have many friends in class. She remembered their names and she did occasionally make small talk, but that was about it. Outside of class, they might as well have just been strangers. She checked her MyBook account and noticed some interesting photos.

"Wazuka was on vacation to Hawaii. Seriously? Might a good conversation starter. But I mean, do I really wanna? What's the point? She's just gonna write me off like last time. Petty bitch." Yasuho antagonized Wazuka in her head. She was getting worked up, but calmed down when the teacher came in. Everyone scattered to their seats and stood up to greet the professor. Yasuho stashed away her phone and earphones into her bag. She looked around the room to see if everyone was present. The class previously had 29 students and 30 seats. As usual, the seat behind her was empty.

"Good morning, students." The teacher greeted his students enthusiastically.

"Good morning, professor." The students said in unicen. The teacher waved his hand, signaling the students to sit down. He took a piece of chalk and wrote his name on the board.

"My name is professor Hayato Kawajiri. Your previous homeroom teacher, professor Eto is on maternity leave. I'll be filling in for her." The teacher smiled at the students and they smiled back. He was pretty fit and didn't look any older than 30. He wore a dark green tinted suit, an orange and black tiger print tie and a white button up shirt underneath. His ginger hair and hazel eyes made him look friendly and honest. His composed smile put many of the students at ease.

"Now, let's look at the attendance." The teacher pulled out a tablet. "I see. Everyone's here except for…" The teacher stopped for a second at the bizarre name he'd never seen before. "Joestar Shizuka." The class started whispering.

"Who?"

"There's a transfer student?"
"Why didn't anyone tell us?" The students whispered over one another, getting louder every minute.

"Present!" A loud female voice shouted from the back of the class. Yasuho jumped when she heard it. Behind the previously empty desk she saw a girl. She had never seen her before. The girl had messy purple hair and green lipstick. She laid back in her chair and talked as she fiddled with her tie. The teacher looked at her with distaste. From his point of view she looked like a vagabond. The ruffled white button up shirt, the messy purple hair and green lipstick and the way she sat, leaning back in her chair refusing to even look away from her tie just screamed trouble. It wasn't exactly a good first impression.

Something seemed odd to the professor. He swore he saw that seat was empty when he came in. How did she get here? He looked back at his tablet. Why didn't the building's entrance scanner register her?

"Joestar! Says here you're absent."

"Absent? But I'm right here." The girl finally looked up from her tie. She stopped fiddling with it and just gave up. The professor thought something was suspicious about her. It's impossible to enter the school without passing through an ID check. After the influx of people coming to seek work in Morioh, the parents got concerned that their children might fall victim to some kind of criminal attack, so they poured money into upgrading security around the city. One of these upgrades was introducing state of the art security equipment to keep unwanted people out of the school and to protect the students from harm. Inspections and school guards were one of the many taken precautions. In order to avoid long lines, every student had a chip reader on their locker that would register every time it was opened. It would also automatically show if a student was absent or not. Even if she knew about it or not, something was up. The teacher decided to drop it. He didn't want to cause a panic this early in the morning.

"Oh, right. Must be a malfunction. You're new, so the system probably didn't count you in. Happens all the time." The teacher laughed a bit to hide his suspicions. "Please, Miss Joestar, come introduce yourself to the class." The new girl looked in front of her with a serious expression and nonchalantly stood up. She walked down past the desks as if she were a runway model. She was barraged by a bunch of hostile gazes.

"Something's up with this girl. No way she wouldn't get registered by the scanner. The transfers from the other classes had no problem." Yasuho thought as the girl passed her by. For some reason, her nose picked up the girl's less than pleasant odor. "Uh. She smells like a wet dog. Just where is this bitch from?"

The girl stood in front of the class and stopped in a very dominant pose. She stood out from the students, since she was the only one not wearing a blazer. She looked at the class and looked at every student desk by desk. She could single out the students just by looking at them. There were the girly girls, the athletes, the geeks, the smart asses and your average slackers, clowns and possible delinquents.

"Everyone, this your new classmate. She's a transfer student from America. Would care to introduce yourself?" The teacher gave the girl space to introduce herself. She beamed a menacing gaze at the entire class.

"Shit. What do I do now. First impressions. I thought I'd have time to scout them out and appeal. Do I go with the 'nice girl' speech? No. It's too late for that. With my sloppy apparel I'll look like a slut. Best to go with the 'delinquent' speech. No. 'Chill girl' speech? What the fuck is your problem Shizuka? Breath. Breath." About five seconds have passed. Shizuka had completely froze up.

"Shizuka? Is something wrong?" The teacher asked with concern. The students started laughing very quietly. Shizuka snapped back to reality. She took a deep breath and just went for it.

"Hello. My name is Shizuka Johanna Joestar. I lived in New York, America, but I moved here due to familial circumstances. I'm looking forward to attending this school. I've heard good things about it and the people here seem alright… that's all." Shizuka's stone faced introduction was short and simple. It left much to be desired. Her body language was defensive, her posture was slouched and her eye contact was terrible. It was a bit too neutral of a first impression.

"Ahh! The hell was that? A kindergartener could have done a better job! Damn it. It's just too generic. This'll land me on the bottom of the food chain! Fuck me!"

"Everyone, give it up for Shizuka." The teacher and the students gave Shizuka a send off as she went back to take a seat. She walked down the applauding rows of desks holding a fake smile and instinctually bowing her head slightly. She did see some students turn to the person next to them and after a few words most of them burst into a fit of laughter. They didn't stop clapping though.

Shizuka sat down in defeat. This morning just didn't go at all like she planned. She sat up straight and tried to look at the board. She did however listen into what people were saying.

"She came from America? You think she's in witness protection or something?"

"Look at her uniform. She probably moved here cause she's broke. "

"Did you see that tattoo on her neck? She was definitely in a gang."

"What's with the lipstick? Did she kiss a glow stick or something?"

"She's creepy dude. Total freak. Even you might have a shot."

A few of those lines hit hard. Shizuka just kept a serious expression. The teacher silenced the class and decided to get it started.

"Alright. Let's start the lesson. Open your books on page..." The students did as he said

Yasuho overheard a few bits of conversation as well. She peeked to look at the new girl behind her.

"So she's American, huh? Doesn't look very foreign. What's the deal with the hair and lipstick? Also, when did she even get here?"

"Whatcha looking at?" Yasuho was caught by the mysterious Shizuka. She quickly sat up straight and looked ahead.

"Nothing. Nothing." An awkward pause of hostility ensued between them. The teacher's lecturing managed to soften the moment.

"Creep." The transfer student muttered under her breath just loud enough for Yasuho could hear.

About 40 minutes later, the bell rang. The students gave a kind send off to the teacher and went to do their own business during the break. The students got back to talking with one another while they took out their materials for the next lesson.

Yasuho took out her phone and earphones so she could listen to music for a bit. One of the advantages of sitting in the back was that even though there was another seat behind her, no one ever really sat there and so no one could look into her phone, but now that the transfer student sat there, she was a bit more cautious. She looked at her phone and before unlocking it, she peeked back at the American girl. To her surprise, there was no one there. She couldn't spot her anywhere.

"What the hell? I could swear I'd see her if she left. There's just no way. Weird." Yasuho was left confused, but decided to brush it off as just her not giving a damn. She plugged in her earphones and put on some tunes to pass the time.

"Yasuho Hirose. Age 17. Student of class 3-A. Not part of any social circles. Friendless loner. Her only relatives are her mother and father. Both are said to be dangerous stand users. I advise you make it look non-stand related. Consider this your initiation." A slim tall student with long flowing black hair said to a slightly shorter red-haired student standing beside him. They were both in the hall leaning against their lockers, observing the people passing by. The black-haired one was a third year and the red-haired one was a second year.

"Hmm… Is she a stand user?" The red-haired student asked his superior.

"Good to see you're asking the important questions." The black-haired student smiled in satisfaction. "From what we know, she either can't see stands, or is just too damn good at hiding it. Even if she had one, we don't know how it works."

"Can't we just recruit her? We could always use more stand users." The red-haired student asked again as he opened his locker to take out some books for his next lesson.

"The boss says she's a hit." The black-haired student said silently. The red-haired student perked up.

"A hit? Like a Yakuza hit?" The red-haired student was freaking out. "You mean they actually know about us?" The black-haired student slapped his underclassman in the head.

"Calm down will you? They know we exist, but not our identities. The boss has it all under control. We're safe. Got it?" The black-haired third year looked right into his underclassman's pink red irises. The underclassman suddenly found himself in a state of calm as a pair of steel blue eyes stared into his.

"I will not let you down, senpai." He replied with the calmness of a killer.

"I know you won't" The upperclassman ceased eye contact and closed his locker. "You have time till Friday. Don't blow it. And be careful. You may be the one doing the deed, but I'm the one vouching for your ass." The upperclassman walked away and disappeared into the crowd.

"YASUHO-CHAAN!" A voice like nails on chalk pierced Yasuho's ears. It was one of her classmates. Ishido Ryou. They were acquaintances at most. They used to work on a few assignments together, but that was about it.

"Huh?" She Yasuho uttered back in confusion.

"Yasuho, Yasuho! Come with me!"

"With you? What... What's going on?" Yasuho asked. The girl had a cheery expression on her face.

"It's that new girl. Shizuka. Pfff..." Ryou could barely hold in her laughter. She covered her mouth and bowed as she howled uncontrollably. Even thought Yasuho wasn't interested at first, not knowing made her want to know more.

"What happened, Ryou?" Yasuho grasped her firmly by the hand and asked in a serious tone. The girl's laughter had piqued her interest. Ryou stopped laughing and gave Yasuho a static expression. In a moment, her face reset back into a smile.

"Come with me." Ryou gestured to Yasuho. At this point, Yasuho had taken her earbuds out of her phone and stored them in her bag. She did however take her phone with her. She pursued Ryou out of sheer curiosity.

"Ryou, this better not be like one of those scenes in American movies where the cheerleaders lead the nerd somewhere and humiliate her in front of the whole school. I swear Ryou, I'll turn your face into a Picasso piece." Yasuho recited to herself. Paranoia was a good thing to have. During all the years she had been at the school, she had yet to confide in anyone. It was a double-edged sword that kept her feeling safe at the cost of intimate bonds. Either way, she was not gonna become the laughingstock of the school just for opening her heart. She followed Ryou carefully down the hall to the girls bathrooms, checking left and right ever so often.

They made it to the bathrooms. Yasuho was ready for any type of prank heading her way. The bathroom was in the shape of a rectangle. There were four stalls lined up wall to wall and opposite them were white ceramic sinks. There was a slightly tinted open window with a view of the school's garden from above. There were no blind spots for an ambush aside from the stalls themselves. All of them were empty except for one. There were two more girls looking over and into the stall, taking pictures with their phones and giggling in unicen.

"Yasuho. Yasuho. You gotta take a look." Ryou pushed Yasuho towards the stalls. The girls used the toilets as stepladders to get a better look. After a moment Yasuho weighed her situation.

"Something's off. If I go there, I'll be open to a prank. God know what they might have in mind. Besides, Ryou still hasn't told me why she called me and not Wazuka or some other bitch of her caliber." Yasuho could tell something was up. Perhaps it was paranoia or intuition, but she didn't care. Come to think of it, why did she even come in the first place?

"Uhh. Sickos." Yasuho said as she pushed Ryou aside in disgust and walked hastily to the door. She lowered her head to check on her phone, when suddenly the bathroom door opened.

"What the…?"

Ten more girls entered bathroom. They went in one after another, marching on like thugs in a dark alleyway. They blocked Yasuho's way and before she knew it, they had encircled her from every angle. The last girl to enter put an 'under maintenance' sign in front of the door before closing it.

"I knew it! Ryou's nothing but a lying bitch! I'll kill her." Yasuho swore in her mind, deeply sensing that all her fears have come true. Little did she know that a prank would have been the more preferable alternative.