Opening Notes: The JoJo timeline will probably go out the window mostly, as this is purely for fun and not to be taken all that seriously. Also, the rules about Stands are to be altered as well to keep the Users from being unstoppable. I.E. everybody can see them.

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There are few things that disgust me more than conformists. Those who give the minimal amount of effort are doomed to be crushed, as they deserve. One must find his own path, and force his way down it.

Midoriya Izuku stared at those words. No matter how many times he read them, they never failed to strike him mentally. The minimal amount of effort.

"I want to be like All Might... does that mean it isn't my own path?"

Deciding that he would rather not focus on negatives today, he closed his copy of Philosophies of the True Man's World and returned it to his bookshelf.

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Johnny Joestar was not sure what stung more. The sand flying up in his face, or the sight of Diego Brando once again seizing the lead. He could smell the water of the river flowing next to them. He could hear the thunder of the dozens of other riders behind him and the blonde Brit.

C'mon, Johnny! This is it! This is the day you finally beat Diego! He made himself focus as he drove his spurs into Slow Dancer's sides, making his steed increase her momentum. The older mare responded to his physical command and did indeed gallop faster.

Diego, assuming the most optimal position atop his own horse, Silver Bullet, looked over his shoulder and sneered. Joestar. Your refusal to give up has always been oh so irritating. Ever since we were children.

XXX One Year Later XXX

Soreness. The currently predominant sensation All Might's successor felt at the moment. It engulfed him like a shroud, but he refused to let it get in his way. He gritted his teeth as he pushed a broken refrigerator across the sand, determined to continue All Might's task of clearing the beach.

His concentration was broken by a question asked by a voice he had never heard before. "What are you doing?"

The young hero-to-possibly-be yelped and lost his footing, getting a face full of sand. He pushed himself up and met eyes with a blonde roughly the same age as him. Green and cyan gazed at each other for a moment before the youthful stranger offered a hand.

Izuku accepted it and dusted his chest off. "Thanks."

The other young man nodded. "No problem. Name's Brando. Diego Brando."

"Mi-Midoriya Izuku. Pleased to meet you, Brando."

Diego looked around. "You didn't answer my question."

"O-oh!" Izuku wracked his brain, trying to think up a passable lie. "Just... figured I would help out! You know, give back to the neighborhood?" He laughed nervously.

Diego raised an eyebrow. "Uh... huh."

The greenette tried to deflect the current subject. "So, uh, what are you doing here?"

"Making sure I have control over my powers before going to UA."

"You're going there? What's your Quirk."

"Technically, I don't have one."

Izuku was confused. "Technically?"

"I have what my grandfather calls a Stand. Although it might as well be a Quirk."

Midoriya was about to ask just what he meant, when his thoughts died away at the sight before him. Brando's skin began to... change. It looked like he was drying up and cracking. "Are you okay?!"

"Oh, I'm better than okay." Diego grinned as he continued to morph. His smile seemed to grow wider, until the Quirkless young man saw that was not the case. His skin was splitting off like a ripped seam, exposing sharp teeth. He brought up hand to scratch his newly exposed canines, revealing yet another change to Midoriya. His fingertips had sharpened into talons. With a raspy chuckle, Diego moved his index finger over to the closest piece of garbage next to the two boys, that being a scrapped car. Placing the sharpened digit on the windshield, he dragged it along the glass like he would a knife on butter. The sound was audible torture to Midoriya, making him cover his ears and close his eyes.

Satisfied, Brando removed his finger. "I call this Scary Monsters."

Midoriya tooks his hands off the sides of his head and breathed deeply, struggling to find the words to express himself. "It... is a really fitting name?"

The comment seemed to tickle Diego. He laughed again, but without warning, his arm sprang out and his still-sharp fingers wrapped around Izuku's neck, tight enough to have a grip but not so much to choke him.

The greenette could not help but be impressed. I didn't even see him move! Those reflexes...

The blonde let him go, and he quickly returned to normal. His cheeks and skin were smooth again and his fingers no longer could cut things to pieces.

Midoriya instinctively rubbed his neck. "You're fast. Really fast."

"That's not all I can do."

Izuku's habit of studying every Quirk he came across flared up, making him wish he had a pad and pen on him. "Really? What else?"

Diego checked his phone for the time. "Next time. This has been fun, Midoriya. I'll see you around."

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Stepping out of the train station, Yaoyorozu Momo sighed. While she was going to get into U.A. on a recommendation, she still felt it best to study up for what the prestigious academy held. She made her way down the block when a familiar whistle from a familiar face.

"Nyo ho ho! Momo! Hitting the books again?"

The heiress smiled at the sight of her energetic boyfriend. "Julius. Still wasting all the time you can spare before the entrance exam? You do want to get into U.A. right?"

"Ehi, ehi. I'm no slacker. Besides, when was the last time we had any 'us' time?" Iulius Zeppeli, though he preferred the nickname Gyro, gave a wide smile.

Instantly, Yaoyorozu caught sight of the bright yellow. "What, in the name of sanity, have you done to your teeth?" They looked to be made of gold. The top row read 'GO!GO!' and the bottom 'ZEPPELI' in English.

"Just grills. Solid and well fitted."

"Why? Why would you...?"

"Why not? C'mon, Momo, be more spontaneous! Live in the moment! You gotta make a decision on the fly, like joining me for a stroll."

She considered it for a moment. "Very well, but only because I respect your persistence."

Without warning, Gyro bent his knees, making it so Momo was taller than him for the moment, and wrapped his arms around her waist. "You're so mean but fair, Yaomomo!" He joked in a very feminine falsetto.

A small part of her laughed internally. "You are oh so immature."

The eldest Zeppeli son grinned. "Only in humor."

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"Pour."

"Yes, Lord DIO." Nukesaku obeyed and tipped the bottle in his hands, filling the ornate glass with wine.

D'Arby, the video game-loving butler, floated into the room. "DIO. Diego has returned."

The master of the household swallowed his sip of alcohol. "Odd. He usually stays out later."

His bastard daughter's son walked into the manor they lived in. "I'm home, but you probably already knew that, Grandfather."

The two members of the Brando line to look at each other. The Vampire spoke with a smile that would have made most others uneasy. "Hello, Diego. Was the day well spent?"

"Mostly. I got bored and roamed. Met somebody clearing the old beach."

"A civil servant?"

"He says so, but I'm pretty sure he was lying."

"I see..." He moved to a more productive subject. "And how is your Stand treating you?"

"Well, I don't want to eat anybody yet. So that's good." Diego could not help but laugh, and he retired to his room on the second floor.

"That boy is going to go far," DIO said. He stood up and walked over to a wall mirror. His hands caressed the scar that occupied the entire circumference of his neck. "His choices matter little..."