Hello there fellow Jojo fans! I've been meaning to write a story based heavily on the Jojo universe borrowing many elements of it's canon to make something new and original whilst trying to seem as close to the Manga/Anime's universe. Canon characters may or may not make an appearances excluding references. I can't wait to get this show on the road because I love the Jojo series and the fanbase as well. I plan on introducing new concepts and changing how things work to make things interesting and new.

A Peculiar Quest

PART 1- Stand with Pride

New York, 1988

It was another boring day in the boring life of Anthony Silver, he was a junior in high school and on the food chain he was near the absolute bottom. Anthony walked down the busy New York streets weaving in and out of the large crowds of people. As far as looks went, he was an average to most girls and on rare occasions guys even. He ended up being a six or seven on a ten scale but his looks alone never got him a girlfriend. Anthony was currently on his way to work the Mickey's comic shop where he'd been working since he was thirteen. Walking through the streets of the rather crime ridden streets of Brooklyn were dangerous at first but now were not so frightning. In order for him to get to school he'd have to pay a toll, to go home a toll was to be paid, along with going to and leaving Mickey's comic shop. Anthony pulled out the Sony Walkman in his pocket and began to play a random song that had been loaded into the player already song. He couldn't tell what it was immediately but heard the rather booming synth and the soothing female vocals through him off. He checked the tray only to find out there was nothing inside yet it was playing a song it was weird but he decided to ignore it.

Anthony arrived at Mickey's comics to find old man Mickey passed out sitting in his rocking chair. He saw the man from outside the window and decided to just walk in ringing a loud bell and spooking the man. He popped out of his chair and entered a terrible boxing stance if could even be called that. Mickey then felt his back pop and yelped in pain whilst realizing who was entering the door.

"Oh its you kid." Mickey had an old and raspy voice akin to an aged smoker.

"Don't get spooked Mick, it's me Anthony." He stated as he assumed position behind the register.

"You're lucky I knew it was you. I would've given you the old typhoo rush from back in the day."

"Yeah whatever old man, can you pay me now?" Anthony asked dryly.

"Don't worry kid I'll pay you...some time."

Anthony let out an aggravated sigh and leaned on the counter feeling tired.

"You still in school kiddo?"

"Yeah, I'm in my Junior year."

"When I was your age I was already winning boxing championships and beating up the kids who kicked my ass." Mickey then attempted to flex his 60 something year old muscles.

"Quit living in the past old man."

"I'm just saying you should do something with your life." Mickey crashed back into his rocking chair.

"What am I supposed to do with my life? I'm the breadwinner of the household."

Mickey's face formed a frown then it changed into a smile.

"Hey kiddo, how about I give your pay and let you off for the day?" Mickey suggested.

"Really Mick?" Anthony asked with widened eyes.

"Of course kid! Here."

Mickey tossed an envelope to Anthony and he caught it.

"Thank you so much Mick." Anthony rushed out the shop with his envelope of cash.

Anthony was running down the Brooklyn streets heading right to the grocery store.

"I'm so damn hungry, I haven't eaten at school in days. And if I have to eat canned tuna one more time I might murder someone." Anthony thought out loud.

He barely had enough money to buy food at school since most went to rent and groceries. Anthony worked multiple jobs the Comic shop and the local gas station not too far from school. Anthony went into the store and came back out late at night seeing empty streets. He knew the dangers of traveling the streets this late at night, but he was alone and his apartment wasn't too far from where he was currently. Anthony walked down the streets taking in his ghost like surroundings, it's very creepy but it wasn't anything he couldn't handle. Anthony was by no means a big guy just tall and someone stocky in his build but he lacked any fighting skill. He was close to his apartment building all he needed at this point was to walk up the three flights of large stairs but before he could walk up the first one a loud crash came from behind.

"Anthony Silverson, what're you doing out this late?" It was the person who'd been a thorn in his side for years, the biggest bully in his life, and the person responsible for making his school life hell.

"Niccolo Borgia!" Anthony turned to see his enemy standing under a street lamp.

[MENACING]

"Aaah Anthony, you certainly are out late...and especially on a school night." Niccolo was definitely taller, had more body mass, and was obviously stronger than Anthony. He was the son of a rich mob boss and causes a whole lot of problems just like his father.

Niccolo walked further into the light showing off his denim jacket with various designs. The back of his jacket was a bovine skull with the words "Avicii voule il sangue" printed under the skull. Under the jacket was a white button up shirt but was only button halfway up and wore a pair of black skinny jeans.

"What do you want Niccolo?!" Anthony hissed from the stairs.

"I want the money you carry in your pocket Silverson." Niccolo flashed a devilish smirk after saying that and had a murder filled look in his eyes.

"No! I earned this Niccolo, you're not going to take this from me!"

"Anthony don't make me ask twice." Niccolo's smirk fades and becomes a scowl.

Something about Niccolo was different, from his look down to the way he stood something was off with him. Niccolo walked forward slowly his fist clenched tightly, Anthony wanted to turn and run up the stairs but couldn't he felt as if his shoes were glued to the floor. He looked up from his shoes seeing the boy throw a punch right at him, it connects with his jaw forcing the boy back. He feels himself pulled back towards Niccolo by the collar and was struck again.

"You little shit! When I tell you to do something do it!" Niccolo hissed through gritted teeth. "I should kill you!"

Anthony's face contorted a bit then spat blood straight into Niccolo's eye disorienting the boy. He broke out out of Borgia's grasp and ran straight up the stairs until he hit something large. He looked up to see Niccolo with a blood crazed look in his eyes then a heavy fist slammed into his stomach knocking all the wind out of him. Then he felt himself hoisted into the air over Niccolo's head then thrown down the stairs, he tumbled down the stairs made of stones then finally slamming his head on the ground. Niccolo walked down and nicked the left over money from Anthony's pocket. Niccolo looked down at the spilled grocery bags and picked up a can of ravioli and with a small amount of pressure the lid pops off.

"Ravioli ravioli." He raised the can his head and began to drink it like a soda. When he was done he lifted up Anthony's arm and wiped his mouth on the defeated boy's sleeve. "Ahhh refreshing." He then dropped the can on Anthony's back, walking away he let out an evil chuckle disappearing into the night.

Hours Anthony finally made it to his home limping inside his apartment. His mother would be heavily sleeping allowing him to walk or limp back to his room as loud as he wanted. Anthony barely had the energy to change out of his clothes, he stumbled into the bathroom dripping blood into the sink. He grabbed a rag and peroxide to clean his wounds after running himself in cold water.

"That asshole Niccolo..." Anthony's head dropped into the sink with hot tears running down his cheeks. He quietly sobbed for a while, something he had rarely done and when he did no one saw. As his head was in the sink he felt a mysterious warm on his shoulder causing him to whip around only to find out no one was there. After cleaning up he was a lot less sore, he checked the alarm clock realizing it was only 2:00AM.

"I must've spent a lot of time at the store..." He collapsed on the bed and instantly fell asleep.

After a night of strange dreams Anthony awoke to get dressed for the morning. He took out his school uniform consisting of a black and white track jacket, black slacks, and red high tops. Once his uniform was ready he left for school meeting his friend right outside his door.

"Anthony hey!" In front of him was his best friend Kirby, he was a short blonde boy with shoulder length hair along with soft facial features and freckles across the nose. He wore a green quilted jacket, purple pants, and simple black sneakers. Kirby shot Anthony a quick smile and held out a closed fist.

"Aren't you gonna dap me up? Don't leave me hangin." Anthony rolled his eyes and fist bumped Kirby. "Sweet let's get going."

The two boys walked for a while, school was far away from where they both lived. The slums of Brooklyn were pretty far from the school they went to and all the bus stops were occupied by gang members. So they're safest option would be just to walk to school and perhaps make it before the bell rings. Kirby looked at Anthony who was more quiet than usual, he saw the bruises that were on his skin and a cut on his cheek. He wanted to ask what caused the various wounds on his friend, did he and his mom have a dispute again? Perhaps he got jumped and fought off the people who attacked him? Or...it was Niccolo?

"Hey Anthony."

"Yeah what?"

"How'd you get the bruises?" When Kirby asked Anthony turned slightly and let out a small his sucking in air.

"Niccolo was waiting for me." That was all he had to say for Kirby to get a clue.

"We should kick his ass! I know the path he takes when he goes home."

"Kirby we can't, if we lay a finger on him we're screwed."

"You have a point Ant."

The two boys entered the school, once Anthony walked through the doors he felt out of place. He couldn't describe how so but something made him feel so odd, similar to a feeling one would get when being watched. Anthony and Kirby walked to class in silence as they entered the junior hallway until three large bodies stepped in front of them. Theses bodies were nearly twice their size and were too big to force out the way, they were held there for a few minutes until a whistle broke through the air. The bodies stepped to the side standing in front of bystanders observing the scene. Niccolo stood far in front of them with his familiar cocky grin and giving Anthony a soul piercing glare from the far end of the hall. Niccolo approached the two boys until he left a few feet between him and Anthony, the two lock eyes giving each other death glares. Niccolo turned and began to pace around the two still looking at Anthony while mumbling something to himself. Then his surroundings had darkened, the bystanders faded into the darkness Niccolo was radiating a bluish aura gaining Anthony's full attention. Throughout the whole entire trance his body didn't move a muscle his eyes were fixated directly in front of him. Niccolo stopped in front of Anthony and sharply turned with his drawn fist Anthony was still in the trance then suddenly snapped out. He noticed Niccolo was doubled over he had missed his target and was very angry about that.

"You got some moves huh? Well I'm kicking your ass twice as hard!"

Niccolo rushed forward swing at Anthony again, once again he dodged leaning back having one of Niccolo's knuckles graze his chin. Niccolo followed up with a jab to the stomach but Anthony caught it with one of his hands. His hand tightly gripped Niccolo's wrist then forcing him back with a powerful push causing the boy to fall on his back. Niccolo got back up with a face full of rage and hatred causing the aura to return, he walked up to Anthony then stopped right in front of him.

"You die." Niccolo whispered.

Before he could react Niccolo rammed his fist into Anthony's stomach with the force of a train. He coughed up strings of saliva and crashed onto his knees gasping for air due to it all being knocked out. Kirby reeled back and clocked Niccolo in the jaw blood splattered onto the lockers due to the intensity of the punch. Niccolo dropped onto a knee leaving him vulnerable enough for Kirby to draw back again until something struck Kirby in his chest sending him into a locker. Niccolo got up and wiped his lip flashing the familiar cocky smirk of his.

"Now, if anyone else would like to die stay out here." Teachers and students rushed into the closet rooms they could find.

Niccolo left the two boys by themselves and disappeared down the hall. Anthony crawled over to Kirby due to the intense pain in his stomach he grabbed Kirby's wrist and called out for his friend.

"Kirby..." He called out sounding more like he was whispering.

"I feel like I got hit by a train." The other boy muttered in pain.

"Same here." Anthony put a hand on Kirby's back.

"We're in this together bud, no matter how big of a dick Niccolo is." Kirby's words caused Anthony to smile slightly.

"Truer words have never been spoken Kirby."

"Hey Anthony."

"Yeah?"

"Niccolo's a dick."