Disclaimer: I do not own JoJo's Bizarre Adventure. I own the first two era's of Johnathan and Joseph and I watched the Japanese season's of Jotaro and Crazy Diamond's stand user. I wouldn't say that makes this a very good fanfiction but I'm happy DiosBaraTiddies for helping me write this chapter. I hope to write chapters with more words in the future.
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July 22nd, 1934
While Joseph Joestar was enjoying a life of collecting comic books and manga and getting into arguments with people who didn't like him...there was a small town with one person who knew Hamon.
This person was Simon Heinkel, and even though he was quite talented with it, he had been forced to stop practicing by order of his father.
" What good is this so called ' Ripple Training' if you cannot use it to make a good police officer?" Those words were said everyday since Simon stopped training with his coach Lisa Lisa.
Simon would try to explain that of course Hamon could be useful and make a great police officer, but his father refused to listen, instead choosing to stick with the old fashioned way of police training due to his close minded mentality.
The first day of his police training was trying to be as actively fit as the other people signing onto be policemen. Simon did fairly well and was praised for doing well so far. Unfortunately, to pull through at the end, he had to use a small bit of Hamon. His father was absolutely furious when he found out, because it's kind of hard not to notice small, yellow bolts shooting from someone's hand. Simon's only salvation from not being able to have Ripple training and being yelled out for concentrating Hamon was reading a book and pretending he was drawing on his skin with rocks.
Such activities kept him occupied all well and good, and it was during one of these certain activities that he received horrid news concerning one of his brothers. The news made him gasp in horror that his brother might be hurt or dead because he was last seen by s friend of his father bleeding through his fingernail. Simon's worry grew as days turned to weeks and no other news of his brother's condition came to him or his family.
Simon tried doing the brave thing of running to where his brother might be and seeing for himself if his brother was okay only for something to stop him. That something was usually his father, who was now hellbent on keeping Simon inside after dark due to the increase in criminal activity. Yes, he was trying to make his son a police officer but he wanted him to hide inside because of criminal activity. It sounded dumb and, of course, was, since his dad kept pulling the 'I just want you to be safe' card. But being a policeman is anything but safe. His father was full of contradictions.
These contradictions hurt Simon's head sometimes. But Simon put up with them, even when they hurt, and eventually did escape. He had snuck out during the wee hours of the morning. His father's eyes weren't as adjusted to the sunlight as Simon's were.
Quick as he could, Simon dashed away and soon, his home was nowhere in sight. It was now he stopped looking back and looked forward setting his sights away from his father. He traveled quite a bit before he stopped to take a breath. As he sat, he was approached by a man of questionable background.
" An early morning jog? Good. It's better to be awake in the morning then at night because it hurts the body to sleep in the morning."
Simon wasn't sure what to do about this confrontation. This man was making him uncomfortable but that didn't give Simon a reason to beat the man up.
" I especially lose living in a big house where the most thing about my backyard is the water in it."
Simon hummed and nodded, unsure what to say. He listened to the man's small talk, but couldn't shake off his suspicious feeling. After catching his breath, Simon went to stand up, but the man's calloused hand shot out and grabbed Simon's wrist.
" Okay, who are you? What your doing to my hand is not the right thing a stranger should do."
"But why leave so soon, young'n? We were having such a /nice/ conversation."
It was hard to take this guy seriously and not want to punch him.
"Come, sit for just a bit longer. It's been quite some time since I've had a friendly chat with another man."
It wasn't like that was suppose to be a surprise. The thing about Simon and this man was this man's words had a strange magnetism over him. The man, feeling that whatever he was doing was working, smiled a little and pulled Simon closer.
" Do you really need to pull me closer?"
The man's smile dropped as he put on a plain face.
"But of course! It'd be awkward if we were so far apart, wouldn't it?"
" People can talk from far away. It's called not touching a strangers body."
The man's soft smile returned. "Why, of course we don't have to be so close. Just about half a foot to a foot apart. I'm not picky."
This could require some Hamon if he didn't stop creeping him out.
The man sensed the tension that Simon felt. A glitter in the man's eye hinted something deranged.
"You know, I used to have a brother. And he looked just like you."
He wondered a little bit about what that brother could be like but not that much.
"He was such a good brother. Too bad he met his fate early." The man paused as an uncomfortable silence hung in the air.
" I can't speak to you and cry. I'm sorry he met that fate. If I knew him I would make sure he would be alright and I promise that tragedy will not happen too soon to anyone I know."
"Ah, you miss the point. I was the one who killed my brother." Simon swore he could feel the temperature drop several degrees. The man glanced at Simon, a twisted grin forming on his wrinkled face.
" Are you telling me this so I'll feel afraid before you try taking my life?"
