Oatman, Arizona (2026)...
To call it Oatman would be a lie, the fuel station was several miles away from the city but that was what it said on the mailbox so it stuck. Route 66 the symbol of Americana a stretch of asphalt that stretched for hundreds of miles through the picturesque deserts of the American West. The gist of which was plastered on the travel brochure currently being read in the fuel station's pay hub.
"It's gonna be a scorcher out there today, one hundred and twelve degrees," the clerk behind the counter said to the rather intimidating man that stood reaching the pamphlet on display.
The man he was talking to seemed totally absent minded. His face was concealed in the pamphlet but tussled black hair rested atop his head and a black tank top clung to his defined torso. Belts dangled from the greenish-yellow work pants that he was wearing while brown hiking boots covered his feet. In the mirror behind the door a star shaped mark was visible on the man's shoulder, reflecting back.
"Erhem, I said it was going to be a scorcher out there. The temperature is going to climb to one hundred and twelve," the graying clerk repeated clearing his throat. He meant not to disturb the terrifying man but subtle conversation on a middle of nowhere gas station was for his sanity sake.
"Is that right?" the man commented rather calmly folding the pamphlet down and setting it into the rack he pulled it from." The weather here in Arizona sure is different than New York," he said looking out the window to the beaten up blue pick-up truck he had driven this far in. It chipped paint flaking off as a sand laden breeze passed by.
The clerk was taken aback by the polite tone of voice, and the harshness that rested within it." New York? That's quite a long way mister, what are you out here for? Heading to Los Angeles to get a movie role perhaps? Or are you another college kid that wanted to come this far just for kicks and giggles?" the clerk questioned realizing he could strike a conversation.
The man cleared his voice." I actually took the wrong turn on my way to meet with a family affiliate in Texas, someone at the Speedwagon Foundation," his eyes moved aside to look out the glass door, a black van of some kind pulling up to the door.
"You're probably going to say 'The Speedwagon Foundation?'" the man continued as the side doors of the vehicle opened.
"The Speedwagon Foundation? Huh, how'd you know that?" the gray haired clerk commented, mouth agape.
"I like to think of it as a gift from my grandfather, my grandmother used to say that I was the spitting image of him," the man replied reaching up to his wrists rolling them with his hands coyly.
"Is that right? You could really be something with a skill like that, not that too many people would believe you," the clerk commented as the man turned from the desk hands moving to his pocket while he leaned back, in a pose.
"Huh? What's wrong?" the old man asked as the door to the fuel depot opened and men in black masked rushed in." Thieves? Bandits? This isn't the Old West!" the clerk fiddled with a spot along the counter, a button to identify law enforcement.
"Old man, get down," the man said calmly, his eyes trailing to the nearest rack of potato chips.' That could work,' he mused following the tiles to the feet of the thieves that barged into the fuel station.
"What?" the man asked as a gun was pulled by the leading thief.
"All right, just put the money in the bag and all will be okay. We'll even let this guy go!" they pointed to the towering man, who despite his size surely was not able to handle gunfire.
The lead thief approached calmly, his boots clacking against the tiles keeping the gun traced on the teller while his eyes focused on the man." That's right get up from the floor and into the register," the second said training his gun on the man rather than the clerk.
"I'll give you what you want, there's no need to shoot," the clerk shakily touched the button on the register.
'Click!' the sound of the till opening was the cue.
The man's right leg swept out quickly, kicking the base of the looming chip rack. It was thrown through the air aimed squarely at the face of the second thief. His green eyes looked through the mask in shock at is smashed into his forehead. He toppled over as the bags of chips went flying into the air. The strange man swept his right arm out and grabbed a bag of chips.
"Hey, no funny business!" the first turned his gun to the man too late.
The bag of chips was sent flying with a discharge-like glow surrounding it. It crashed into the nose of the thief and the bag exploded with impact as the man's left hand swept out and grabbed the gun around the handle. The thief crashed to the ground with his gun being pulled free.' Pop!' another beg of chips exploded while flipping through the air, a bullet passing through it and into the ceiling.
"The only funny business was you," the tall man said sitting the gun down on the counter, flicking the safety on. His blue eyes trailed back to the clerk sliding the gun his way.
"W-who are you?" the gray haired man inquired looking in shock at the sudden movement.
"John, John Joestar, but everyone else likes to call me JoJo," the man said striking a pose with his left hip pointed out with his right hand balled against his right hip. A broad smile on his face.
"JoJo?" the clerk commented looking to the man as he walked away.
"Yes. Sorry for causing a mess, but it's better than you getting robbed," John commented pulling the fallen wire rack and pulling it up." Thanks for the gas too, I'll need it to get anywhere near Dallas," he shrugged walking to his truck calmly.
"JoJo?" the clerk shook his head moving to the register to close it." That boy is going to be in nothing but trouble, I just feel it."
'Rrring! Rring!' his cellphone rang as he walked to his truck.
'JoJo! Where are you?! Didn't we tell you this was serious?' a voice shouted into his ear cocking his head to the side.
"Hey, give me a break, I'll be there, I'll be there," he replied nervously while opening the door to his car.
'You better be, this is of the utmost importance! We can't delay this much longer!' the woman on the other end shouted at him furiously.
"I know Doc, you told me that when I left New York. Is dad there at least?" he answered getting into the front seat.
She mumbled something on the other end.' Of course he's here. He is planning on doing this himself if you keep slacking, Johnathan Higashitaka,' the woman growled at him.
"No need to name names. I'm hitting the road now," he turned the engine over with the keys and started to pull away." Gotta get off the phone now, see you as soon as possible," John ended the call leaning back in his car.
"Phew, she can chew your ear off from a thousand miles away," he looked in his rear view mirror to a shadowed portion of the gas station's storage area. Two glowing eyes seemed to disappear in that moment and he shook his head." You've been on the road too long John, you're starting to see things," JoJo thought aloud before flooring the gas and driving off.
JoJo's Bizarre Adventure: Holy Diver
John Joestar? Part One
Welcome to the first chapter of my first JoJo's Bizarre Adventure Fan-Fiction. A little background this occurs in an AU that runs with the original universe that was affected with Made in Heaven with the events of Stone Ocean still occurring, meaning no Jotaro or Jolyne unfortunately, thus it is following Josuke Higashitaka's son, an OC named Jonathan Joestar-(Higshitaka). I hope this description doesn't turn you off from reading and criticism is greatly appreciated as I mainly write DBZ fanfiction.
~Herodan3