The bed creaked under the new weight of its occupant as it shifted until the room was silent. A sigh was let out by a teen with a very large pompadour. This boy with an odd hairstyle just finished moving into his new room, which was in a new region that was completely foreign to the one he lived in his entire life. The combination of heavy lifting and jetlag wore him out to the point of exhaustion. Man what a day, he thought to himself. Just as his eyelids started to succumb to the sweet temptation of sleep, he heard the door creak open. Playing it off as the wind, he ignored it. Then all of the sudden, a light but painful Bite was felt on his hand. Crying out in pain, he shifted up to see who the culprit was. Cleaning itself off in a sassy manner was none other than his mom's Meowth. That bastard has terrorized him for the better part of his life, ever since his grandfather picked him up during one of his raids against the former gang Team Rocket. The Meowth always liked his mother the most but for some odd reason, it was always out to get him. Gripping his hand, he shooed away the cat Pokemon, to give him a moment of peace. Getting up from his bed, he stood to full height and sauntered over to the mirror. He grabbed his trusty comb from his back pocket and re-adjusted his beloved hair. After a few minutes of careful combing, making sure no stray hair was out of place, the teenager wandered downstairs to his new house.

As he made his way downstairs, he could hear two, possibly three voices coming from his living room. The scent of freshly brewed coffee wafted through the air. The boy knew that his mother was entertaining company. But to have people over so soon after moving in was bizarre. After reaching the living room, he made his presence known with a small cough. The cough just barely audible, managed to get the attention of the three adults. In a small wicker chair, his mother waved him over. "There you are! Thought you would try and get out of unpacking by sleeping the day away? Good thing Meowth's Bite is stronger than his Growl." His mom laughing at her own joke, with the two other people joining in with their own laughter. The man in the white baseball hat let out a small chortle while the man with the odd ponytail let out a overexaggerated guffaw that seemed to come out of nowhere. The teen sat down in the chair next to her and finally got to see the two mystery men that were sitting on his couch.

Sitting on the left side was someone the boy recognized immediately, the young and bare-chested Professor Kukuki. He remembered video chatting with the Pokemon professor a couple months before his move into the Alola region. Kukuki stuck out his hand and said, "Well it's finally nice to meet you cousin! Heard a lot about you from your mom." Hesitant, the teenager shook his hand. "Yeah, I replied, my mom told me some stuff about your battles against the Elite Four. She said that you had some pretty weird Pokemon with you." Kukuki laughed. "Sure my Pokemon were kind of strange to the people of Kanto, but man those Elite Four members really gave it to me. Using moves and combinations that I was never ready for. Just thinking back on it gets my blood pumping!" He said with a manic grin on his face as he clenched his fist tightly. Seeing him act in a goofy manner put the teen at ease for a minute. He relaxes into the chair but not before his attention is turned towards the occupant on the right side of the couch.

Garbed in a yellow kimono-like jacket with a sky blue undershirt, white pants and white rope that was being used as a belt was a very large and tan old man. His face was focused on mine and he looked like he was concentrating hard on something, as if he had an inner debate going on inside his head. His arms were folded tightly across his chest as he gave a stiff nod towards the boy's presence. There was an awkward silence that seemed to last an eternity as the pompadoured teen and the old man stared each other down. Kukuki was the one to break the ice. With a jovial slap on the shoulder Kukuki said, "And this old timer is Hala, the Kahuna of Mele Mele Island. He's also the strongest trainer on the island as well." The old man shifts in his seat and lets out a cough. "Thank you Kukuki for your...introductions. Now tell me boy, do you have a name?" The teen scoffs at the Kahuna, showing disdain for being called boy. His mother snaps at her son. Reaching over, she grabs his ear and pulls down. "Now don't be rude, you brat!" After letting out a yelp in pain, the boy straightens up. "Fine," he blurts out to his mom. Pulling out his comb from his back pocket, he fixes his hairdo into place. He clears his throat and says, "The name is Josuke Higashikata. It's nice to meet you."

Jojo's Bizarre Adventure: Z-Crystals are Unbreakable

Hello everyone, DiRunner here! This is my first attempt at writing a story on this site and I thought why not combine two of my favorite franchises together! Which is a shame since there aren't many crossovers like this. I'm sorry that this is a little short but I just wanted to get the story out there. The next chapters will be longer. I have a general outline on how the story will go, so there might be a few characters you recognize. I'm also looking for a beta reader to look over everything, just in case I misspell something. Which I'm prone to do. If anyone is interested, then you can PM if you want. All I can say now is that I hope you guys enjoy my writing. It's going to be great!