Disclaimer: I do not own JoJo's Bizarre Adventure or the Persona/Shin Megami Tensei series.

Chapter 1: Bohemian Raphsody (1)

"You are arriving at: Shibuya. Thank you for using the renewed Tokyo Public Line, brought you by Speedwagon Transport: Always follow your star."

Akira Kurusu opened his eyes, his troubled sleep interrupted by the loud jingle playing on the speakers. He groaned softly, rubbing his temples: the headache was still going strong. It felt like bells ringing on his brain non-stop, a constant source of pain and discomfort for the teenager. He expected it to be gone upon waking up, but his expectations were shattered by another wave of pain, like needles on his head.

It calmed down after a few seconds, letting Akira catch his breath and look around: none of the passengers had noticed anything, or, at least, pretended not to. Running his fingers through his raven black hair, he sighed and waited for the wagon to stop completely, wobbling as it did.

"Have you heard about that accident last week?", he heard some girl talking.

"Yeah, pretty scary. They said that the pilot suffered a mental shutdown or something", her friend answered.

"For real? Maybe the metro is cursed or something", she squealed in fear. Akira sighed and ignored them as the wagon finally stood still.

Standing up and approaching the wagon's exit, he hesitated for a second, staring at the yellow markings on the ground: one step and he would be entering his new life, the one that had been imposed to him after the last terrible weeks. There was no turning back now, being shunned by his hometown, his parents, his school, and everything who he thought he trusted before. The only way was ahead, but he wasn't sure if was ready to follow that road.

Some salaryman or another bumped into him, groaning and demanding the boy to step out of the train and stop blocking the passengers. He blinked and quickly made his way through the huge crowd, almost as big as the rumors about Tokyo made it seem.

Ascending the station's stairs, he took a deep breath as he saw Shibuya for the first time: a big and sprawling city, full of buildings, boards, people, cars, lights and more people, all walking in a hurried pace, speaking on their phones and talking to each other loudly, like a gigantic ant hill of workers, tourists and passerbys. A far cry from his small hometown.

Entranced by the sight, he took a few steps without paying attention before another needle stung his head. He closed his eyes and winced, waiting for it to stop.

But something else happened. He heard a whisper on his head, like someone talking closely to his ear.

"Do the chains of injustice hurt your resolve?"

Akira jumped, quickly turning on his heels to see who had spoken to him, but the sudden movement made him crash against another passerby. He stumbled back, his glasses falling on the ground with a cracking sound.

"Shit", he thought, cursing himself for his clumsiness. He froze on the spot, lowering his torso and waving his hands towards the ground, searching for the object. Not managing to find it, he took a step forward.

And heard a cracking sound below his foot.

"Shit, shit, shit", he cried mentally, picking up the broken shards as much as he could, being unable to see properly. What a great entrance he had. His stay in Tokyo would probably be even worse.

Unable to see, stuck in a monster of a city, shunned by everyone. Akira tightened his grip on the glass, his teeth gritting in frustration. He could feel his eyes watering, but he resisted: he wasn't that low yet.

"Oi, you ok there? Crap, you're bleeding?", a masculine voice asked, worried. It was deep, but with a hint of youth in it, cracking when it noticed Akira's hurting hands. It certainly wasn't the same one that asked him that strange question.

"I-It's nothing, don't worry", he replied, not wanting to cause any trouble or raise any ruckus. He was fine with lowering his head and being quiet.

"Relax, man. Here, let me", the voice said, and Akira noticed a very tall form approaching him and taking the shards from his hands.

Before Akira could say anything, he saw a blurry dim light in front of him, making him freeze. "What is this?".

"All good, here ya go", the voice continued, placing an object on the boy's hand, making him wince at the contact with his hurt hand.

Akira touched it, feeling the intact glass, perfectly smooth as if brand new. It was impossible: he had just stepped on it, it broke into a million shards!

But what really made Akira widen his eyes in surprise was the fact that his hands weren't in pain anymore: there were no cuts, no shards sticking into his skin, nothing. Slowly, he raised the object and placed it back on his head, blinking to adjust his vision.

Standing in front of him was a tall man wearing a tight purple shirt and dark social pants. Clearly fit, his clothes hugged his body in a rather flamboyant way, with golden details and flouderings here and there. Along with a friendly face, his hair was an almost purple black, styled in a weirdly mix of professional/delinquent, sporting a tamed (but visible) pompadour. He appeared to be on his thirties, judging by the few wrinkles below his eyes and the two days old stubble.

And on his chest, he sported a badge. A police badge.

Akira held his breath and froze on the spot, his eyes widening in fear.

Damn brat, I'll sue!

You filthy delinquent, we should've know you were no good!

You're under arrest!

Don't move or we'll shoot!

These are the ones i hate the most: little punks who think they can do anything. I love putting these pieces of shit in jail.

The man stared at him, raising a brow in confusion. The kid was shaking, looking at the golden object on his chest, a reaction that made the man chuckle.

"Yo, kid, calm down", he said, raising his hands. Why would the kid be so scared by the fact that he was a cop? Well, actually a detective, but that wasn't the time to brag. "Not gonna bust ya, you know?"

Akira swallowed, his breath calming down. The last time he had interacted with cops, things went very sour, making him wince at the very presence of someone wearing blue. But this one seemed a nice guy, he had to give him that.

"S-Sorry, didn't mean to freak you out", he answered, the shaking on his hands getting weaker. "I was just surprised, that's all."

The man grinned proudly, rubbing his nose as if embarrassed.

"Heh, I get that a lot, believe me. Bad guys just look at me and go scared shitless", he declared, laughing at his own words. Suddenly, he blinked, staring back at Akira. "Crap, does that mean you're a bad guy? Nah, you don't look like a punk. More of a nerd, really. If you were, you'd be like 'who do you think you are, huuuuh?' and i'd be like 'i'm the law, yer bastard!', or something."

Akira simply stared at the quirky man, not sure of what to do. He didn't think he was a criminal, which wasn't surprising: every cop on his hometown knew about what he did, but this was the big city. Cops didn't even had time to deal with small matters like that.

Even so, this one stopped to help him, fixing his glasses in an instant and being kind to him, and not asking about criminal records or being suspicious. Akira allowed himself a small smile, but kept quiet.

"Phew, well", the man sighed, looking at his wristwatch. "Anyway, sorry to bump into you, kid. Gotta go! Be careful with those glasses and all". He waved his hand, placing another at his pocket and turning his back to Akira, disappearing on the crowd as quickly as he had appeared.

The boy waved back before placing his hands on his pockets. He looked at his own glasses in front of his eyes, not noticing any cracks. Weird: he could swear it had broken.

Ignoring those thoughts, he started walking, searching for the quickest way to Yongen-Jaya. He still had to meet up with his new guardian, someone named "Sojiro Sakura", and apparently the only person available to take him in. Not a lot of people would shelter a criminal, after all.

The headache spiked again, but instead of stopping, he continued to make his way through the crowd while holding his head, trying his earnest to sooth the pain.

It would certainly be a very long year.

A few dozen meters away, the tall detective raised his head, taking a deep breath as he looked over the enormous buildings surrounding him. He had seen pictures of Tokyo, but to see it in person was a completely different thing.

When his unc… nephew had called him and asked for help on some matters, he had been honestly surprised: it was a first, to be trusted with such an "important mission", as the other man put it. Apparently, he couldn't be personally involved due to being out of the country, dealing with some matters in Italy or something like that. Either way, he wouldn't ask for his help if it wasn't serious.

And his nephew wasn't one to downplay important matters.

"Greato daze", he said with a hint of irony, rubbing the back of his head. "I hope nothing annoying happens."

"It's… big", was the only thing Akira could say as Sojiro Sakura showed him the place he would be staying for the next year.

Admittedly, LeBlanc was quite the charming place: wooden counter, many vials of coffee beans sprawled on drawers and red seats all around, providing a very comfortable environment for any client. It had a vintage feel to it, certainly inspired by foreign diners (if the name wasn't evidence enough), which Akira could appreciate.

But the attic was a completely different story: it was filled with trash, old books, tools and other inconveniences that irked Akira the second he laid eyes upon the place. The would be a lot of cleaning to do.

"That's one way to put it", Sojiro shrugged, leaning on the wall as Akira analysed the room, a mixture of disapproval and meekness on his face. "It's yours to do as you please, just needs a bit of cleaning up."

Akira runned a finger on a nearby table, making a clear line through the dirt on its surface. Point taken.

"Well, let me see if I got your situation right", Sojiro continued, smirking as he eyed the teenager. Akira raised a brow at that. "You saw some guy taking advantage of some woman, tried to intervene, and got the short end of the stick. Simple as that. That's what you get for sticking your nose in other people's business. You should take that lesson to heart."

Akira winced at his words, not sure of what to reply. He couldn't help but agree: his recklessness had put him in that situation, some impulse he never even knew he had. He should've kept quiet and walked away, feigning ignorance. It would be for the best.

But something inside him refused to acknowledge it. It simply had to act, to do something about it, to push that man away from that defenseless woman, to try and help in any way he could, to do somethin right for once, to…

"You're right", he agreed, head low in shame. The side of him that didn't regret his actions quietly calmed down.

Sojiro stared at him for a few seconds, frowning. He wasn't expecting such a meek and defeated response from the teenager, and for some reason it bothered him. "Sheesh, you could at least defend yourself."

The older man sighed and walked towards the stairs, stopping for a moment.

"Anyway, I should head home. I'll lock the place up, so you'll be on your own", he explained, before pointing a finger to Akira. " And don't do anything stupid. If even a coffee bean is out of place tomorrow, i'll kick you off, no buts. Get it?", he sternly demanded, hoping to make things clear. The boy winced again, the memories haunting him even now.

Akira opened his mouth to answer, but the sharp pain on his head interrupted him. Placing a hand on his forehead and hissing through his teeths, he leaned on a table, trying to get his bearings.

"Hey, you okay there?", Sojiro questioned, raising a brow in worry. Even if the boy really was trouble, he couldn't just let him pass out on him.

Akira swallowed, the pain disappearing gradually. He took a few deep breaths and nodded. "I'm fine, don't worry."

Sojiro kept his gaze on the boy, as if analysing him. He showed no other signs of distress, so Sojiro shrugged.

"Well, you can buy some aspirines tomorrow. That reminds me: be up early. I'll take you to Shujin and introduce you to the school staff", he explained, grunting. "What a waste of my sunday."

At that, Sojiro walked off, locking the front door and leaving Akira alone. The boy looked around him, seeing all the trash and clutter of his new home, knowing he would have to clean it up by himself. He could groan or complain, but if he was to stay there, he would have to pull his weight on it.

Removing his uniform, he folded it neatly and placed the clothes above his bed, changing into something more comfortable. After a few minutes of searching, he found a broom and other cleaning tools scattered around, and went to work.

It would be a long year indeed.

Two Days Later

Akira stared at his phone, cursing himself for not checking the weather report beforehand.

Having no umbrella or raincoat, Akira quickly scrambled for some shelter, finding cover in front of some fancy shoe store that happened to be around. He shook his wet clothes, hoping the rain would stop soon: he did not want to be late for his first day in school, even if his first impression of it hadn't been too positive.

The day before, Sojiro had took him to meet the principal, to make introductions and sign some entrance papers. And as soon as Akira saw the man, he instantly disliked him: a strange and unpleasant man, burly and fat like a blob, staring at him with judging eyes. Beside him, a woman stood with hands behind her back, looking bored at the whole ordeal. Brown hair and chocolate eyes, she kept sighing the whole time, even complaining when the principal had announced that she would be his homeroom teacher. "It was the only option, unfortunately", he had told her.

Absolutely everyone treated him like a nuisance. Like he was garbage, just a timebomb waiting to go off and ruin itself even more. Akira gritted his teeth: he was getting tired of it.

And then, as if by command, the headache returned. It was strange, really: it only seemed to affect him when he got upset, when he was put under the judging eyes of society.

"Makes sense, i guess", he mused. Stress was a common cause for migraines and such things. He just didn't understand why it kept happening so often. Having no money for medicine, he chose to simply wait for it to handle itself.

He lifted his head again, and noticed some movement on his left. Turning to look at the source, his eyes widened.

The girl's most striking feature was her blonde hair, tied in two ponies on each side of her head, which wasn't to say that the rest could be overlooked: a beautiful pale face, blue eyes and small pink lips. Body well toned, evident even with the school uniform and red jacket covering it up. Her expression was one of boredom, looking around as if trying to find something interesting to look at.

It was then that she laid eyes upon him, who had been staring at her for more than a few seconds. Akira blinked, feeling embarrassed: he hadn't noticed how long he had eyes her, even if he wasn't doing anything pervy, per se. She was just impressive to look at, no doubt about it.

Then she gave him a small smile, before turning her head back to the street again, looking for something that wasn't there.

Akira swallowed, breaking eye contact and turning ahead as well. No need to give wrong impressions.

Not long after, a car pulled in front of them, the front window down. Akira noticed the girl beside him wince, but didn't say anything.

"Hey, need a ride?", the large man with shaggy black hair and a ridiculously large chin asked the girl, smiling kindly.

The girl forced herself to smile back. "Sure", he replied, entering the car.

"Need a ride as well?", the man him, as if just noticing his presence.

Akira felt many things at that moment, none of them good. He didn't even knew the strange man, so getting a ride with him was out of question. Even if the girl had accepted it, showing that they both knew each other, he prefered to be alone with his thoughts, so he waved an apologetic hand, a forced smile on his face.

The man nodded and closed the window, but not before Akira could get a glimpse of the girl's expression: crestfallen and defeated. Didn't they know each other? Was he some creep? The teenager frowned, watching the car pull off into the distance, wondering if he had just witnessed something far more sinister.

Being interrupted by the sound of steps on water, coming from… another blonde, a guy this time. The stranger came running, stopping right in front of Akira, an irate expression on his face as he watched the car go away.

"Ugh, damn that pervy teacher!", he growled, kicking the water on the ground. He seemed to be on edge, breathing heavily and placing his hands on his knees, still frowning at the distance.

Different from the girl, the boy's blond hair was clearly dyed, the yellow more prominent and less natural. Wearing a Shujin uniform, he seemed to have little regard for student etiquette: aa yellow shirt with 'NO MO RULES' below his vest, his suspensories dangling on his side and wearing some worn out shoes, contrasting Akira's polished and neat dressing code (not that he had any preferences, he simply didn't want to draw attention).

Suddenly, the blonde turned on his heels, directing his mean glare at Akira. He stepped on his direction, pointing a finger at him.

"What ya lookin' at?", he demanded angrily. "Gonna tell Kamoshida?"

Akira blinked, confused by the blond's aggression and by the mention of an unknown name.

"Who?"

"What do you mean, 'who?' You're Shujin, aren't ya?", he demanded, his voice calming down a little.

Akira raised a brow and cleared his throat. "Uh, actually, I just transferred here", he explained, a bit awkwardly.

As if something clicked inside the blonde boy, his aggression and demeanor instantly evaporated, leaving him staring at Akira with a dumb look.

"Huh. Well, uh, sorry about that", he said apologetically, scratching the back of his head. He sighed, looking at the sky. "We're wasting time anyway, can't afford to be late again. I'll deal with Kamoshida later" He started to walk away, before suddenly lifting his hand to his head.

"Shit, these headaches are gonna kill me", he grumbled, before turning to Akira again.

"Hey, you're a second year too, huh?", he asked, waving his hand in a universal 'follow me' sign. "C'mon, you don't want Ms. Kawakami giving you shit. I know a shortcut."

Akira blinked, checking his phone: less than ten minutes before class. If he wanted to arrive at his class in time, he would have to take the blonde's offer on that shortcut. Didn't want to be late on his first day.

The two entered a narrow alley full of trash, dirt and wet cardboard boxes sprawled around, not a very inviting place but the other boy simply mumbled a 'don't worry, it's faster this way', before pressing on.

Akira watched the walls with curiosity: they were filled with many sorts of graffiti, some rude words and weird symbols, probably gang signs. He took a good look before walking off again, approaching a sudden turn on the ally.

On the corner of his vision, he saw something move. He quickly turned back, checking the alley for any sign of life, but saw none. Looking over the walls once again, he quickly noticed a graffiti he hadn't seen earlier, a impressively drawn humanoid figure.

It resembled some kind of thief of the night, like those Arsene Lupin books (which his only knowledge was Lupin the Third, not being very literate). Sporting a black top hat, the figure had a large red coat that reached his feet, crouching in a sneaking position. His arms and legs were of a strange composition, as if made of patterns of black and red hexagons, and his upper torno was thin on the waist and large on the shoulders, giving it a rather exotic look.

On its face, a white and black mask, hiding strange patterned eyes. Whoever draw this was surely inspired, Akira had to admit: its aesthetic preference was very close to his own.

"Hey, dude! Pick your pace, we're gonna be late!", the other boy yelled, urging Akira to haste.

Akira looked at the graffiti one last time, feeling a strange sensation when doing so. Its lines and colors seemed to move and flutter, and its eyes seemed to be staring at Akira's own soul.

The teenager got over his curiosity, turning back and following the other boy towards Shujin.

After he left, the figure on the wall slowly slipped on Akira's direction, following his master eagerly.

To be Continued -

A/N: Well… welcome to a stupid idea I had a few days ago.

There's 3 reason I'm starting this fic:

1: I want to have some fun.

2: I love Persona 5.

3: I'm obsessed with JoJo's Bizarre Adventure.

And, as most of you know, Persona draws a lot of influence from Araki's saga, so this fanfiction's idea is not so strange. What I'm gonna be doing is change a lot of things, trying to bring a full crossover of the universes in a way that makes sense and respects both JoJo and Persona 5's themes and ideas. It's gonna be something of a mix, the best of two worlds.

So stay tuned, and welcome to a (hopefully) bizarre adventure.