Satoru Fixed Anime

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It was a sunny morning. Satoru was slowly turning twenty-eight years old. He aspired to be a manga artist, but so far, he had no luck in the industry. With the company slowly moving in to accept younger authors, chances of him ever getting into the industry became even slimmer than ever. He had the talent, but his tendency to play it safe, holding back character depth, growth, and cutting corners on his story, and not taking the risk, were all his big flaws.

All of that, as he thought about it, lead to his memory about his childhood. Children were killed left and right, and the more he tried to remember, the more hurt his head became. His memory began to loop back and forth between the events of the past, and then to a boy he didn't remember had existed before. It was a boy called Hiromi. The name went all over his head, but his brain came to no conclusion as he walked inside the pizza parlor he worked in. OasiPizza.

"Satoru, good morning," said a girl.

He knew the girl. She was a part-timer, Airi. She wasn't usually this open to anyone. Something good must have had happened before his arrival.

"Good afternoon," said Satoru. "It's time to change shifts."

"Well, we got a few delivery, two in-fact. One for you and the other for me," the girl handed a stack of pizza and divided it by half. One other was for Satoru to carry. "You're in charge of this side," Airi moved her hands toward the pizza on one side before moving to the other stack of pizza. "And this side is mine, alright team, move out!"

And so Satoru went with the delivery bike.

Then he felt something pulsing inside him.

It was something that always happened when there was something wrong with his surroundings. Whenever he was about to witness a tragedy, his mind went into a loop and made everything lop around to about three to five minutes before any accident would happen. When he was about to cross an intersection, he looped back to his existence around five minutes ago just before the red light. After confirming that, he passed a truck whose driver was seemingly unconscious, and with that, he shouted from the top of his lungs.

"KILLER QUEEN BITES THE DUST!"

A muscular, cat-like, and pink-bodied figure appeared from behind Satoru. There was a click in the air and everything exploded, but now something was different. He swerved the delivery bike and made a U-turn, pizza still on the back. He pulled the bike close to the truck this time, and touched the glass, which exploded shortly after contact.

"Hey wake up!"

No response.

"Oh my god, the driver's dead!" Satoru said out loud. His mind slowly thinking that this must be the work of an enemy stand! No other choice then. Desperate need called for desperate measure, but in reality, he wouldn't really want to choose this course of action. After all, what Satoru wanted was just a quiet and peaceful life.

Holding onto the steering wheel, he swerved the truck away from some child whose parent wasn't there to watch him. Just be glad that he didn't find the kid trying to jump from a tall building or something, because that would be harder to catch. With a swift movement, the truck went crashing into a store, exploded into hell, but miraculously, nobody got hurt.

Except Satoru who were sent to the intensive care ward.

Good thing he wasn't in a coma, or else that would really suck.

As soon as he woke up, there was mom.

"Hey mom."

"Hey son, do you know if a train from Tokyo can switch to Ueno?"

"Yes."

"Ok."

And beside him was Airi.

"Hey Satoru."

"Hey Airi."

"You two lovers?" Mom asked.

"No," both of them said in unison. They were fit for each other.

And so they went home.

"Hey Satoru, want some curry?"

"Yes."

Then they went shopping to make curry. A potful of them in-fact, and Airi was invited. There was something about the future that they talked about as they ate curry and it was pretty meaningful to their stomachs. Airi, disregarding her stature, were actually a big eater. She was also a pretty active talker as she asked for her fifth plate of curry.

"More please."

"Sure do," said Mom. "Satoru, she's a keeper."

"Shut up, mom!" said both of them in unison. They were fit for each other.

After a long while, Airi went home.

"Satoru, sleep on the sleeping bag."

"Ok."

"And let me hoard the television."

"Ok."

And that was how Satoru slept that day.

Without television.

The next day, Mom went to Ueno and Satoru went into his job. After a shift change with Airi, he got a call from his mother to come pick her up. So he went there and found his mom waiting with a bunch of groceries. At that moment, there were those sensations again. It was throbbing inside him, slowly getting harder and stronger and louder. He looked to his mom who were looking at a man who were looking at a child who were looking at her ice cream who had no eyes. Somehow realizing that, the man left the kid with her ice cream and left on a car. And then Satoru whispered sexily as he rushed to touch the car and did manage to touch its frame after a quick sprint.

"Killer Queen Bites the Dust."

And then the car exploded or so it seemed, but something fixed it out of the freaking nowhere. There was only one conclusion to this. The opponent he was facing this time, was a stand user, and a competent one with the power to instantly fix everything, but not the user himself maybe it was just a conjecture backed by a hunch and a gut feeling.

Meanwhile, mom was confused as to what that was all about.

Later that night, mom got killed.

As her life flashed by before her eyes, she remembered about the time she raised Satoru. How he was growing up. How much he loved to watch superhero shows, how much he liked to go to the festivals with her when it was summer, looking at the fireworks, and how she was overjoyed when she hugged Satoru in her arms after she gave birth to him. At that moment, when he felt his body, small and warm, through her hand, big and cold, she felt like the happiest woman in the world. With the last ounce of her strength, she reached for her phone, but was denied of that and left the world with regret.

Satoru, oblivious to what happened, opened the door home like usual.

And found his mother dead.

Lifeless, lying in a puddle of blood, dead.

Emotions began running inside his head. There were so many things that he wanted to say to her. So many things that he wanted to yell at her. It was a look of anger, confusion, disdain, sadness, regret, wallow, anguish, and doubt. When he tried to perform CPR however, was when he was hit with the hardest realization.

She was dead.

With bloodstained hands, he screamed and was found out by the neighbor. In panic, he touched the lady and shouted.

"KILLER QUEEN!"

And with a click she exploded before she could make stupid assumptions like a stupid girl that she would become in a moment. The last thing he wanted would be to be misunderstood and tried for murdering his own mother. What kind of twisted individual would want to do this sort of thing to him? He didn't remember doing anything wrong to anyone in his life!

When he looked down under the railing however, answered his question.

It was a shifty looking fellow shrouded in darkness in a dark suit.

"You bastard!"

Satoru yelled as he leaped from the railing of the second floor and landed on the ground. Picking up his pace, he went straight for the suspicious looking person who leaped above the fence. If it was a cardio match he wanted, he got it.

"You, stop!" said a passing policemen. "I will now arrest you under the charge of trying to assault a guy in shifty clothings!"

"KILLER QUEEN!"

Satoru yelled and the cop exploded on contact with a rock that was turned into a contact bomb. As the cop disappeared into the wind, Satoru made way to the guy in shady clothes and finally cornered him into a dead end.

"You're cornered now!"

"No, this is what I wanted in the first place."

The voice sounded raspy and very quiet, it was the voice of an old man.

"CRAZY DIAMOND!"

Said the suspect, and from behind him came an apparition, a manifestation of his fighting spirit. Because they always stand by the user, they call this phenomenon a STAND. Satoru of course, had one, and so did the killer. If it was the same stand Satoru had encountered before he had the power to fix things but himself, so all he needed to do was to attack the stand-user.

Except he can't because Crazy Diamond was faster than a bullet train. From first glance, it looked quite slow but able-bodied, but experiencing it first-hand was different than just speculating about it non-stop and he paid the punishment for that. His fist pummeled Satoru like crazy. Then he realized that he was in a loop. His power seemed to be running wild inside him as he began to loop his existence from when he was about to be punched and until he got punched over and over and over and over and decided that enough was enough. With a loud roar he ordered his stand.

"KILLER QUEEN BITES THE DUST!"

And then everything exploded, but then didn't because Crazy Diamond was punching the explosion. The explosion was fixed along with time itself, and with that, everything went into a spiral that seemed to go on and on up until it would reach heaven. As Satoru felt the existence that was reality itself slowly turning into mush and paste, Satoru blinked to wake up on his bed with the alarm ringing beside him, stopping, and then the radio in the kitchen played a tune very familiar to him.

"What."

It's JoJoke.

I made this fic because I don't like the ending of this anime so BITES THE DUST!

SOMEBODY ADAPT THE MANGA AND MAKE A BOKU DAKE GA INAI MACHI BROTHERHOOD PLEASE