Disclaimer: This story is not about the Joseph Joestar we know and love from JJBA Part 2, 3, and 4. This is about the character briefly referenced in JJBA Part 8, making this story take place within the "Steel Ball Run" universe, and it can be seen as a "Part 7.5". It is a work of fanfiction, and is no way canon. All rights to JoJo's Bizarre Adventure and its original concepts and characters belong to Hirohiko Araki, David Productions, Lucky Land, and whoever else may own it. I claim no rights to any of this and do not intend to make any monetary gain from this story. I'm just a fan.
Disclaimer 2: Many familiar characters from the original JJBA universe will show up in this story, and I apologize if I butcher them or you don't like how they turn out in this particular story.
JoJo's Bizarre Adventure: Strange Days
Prologue – Sardinia, 1922
The two boys were running away from home.
The chilly, October night was worst possible night to decide such a thing, as the winds howled and the rain fell softly. But, these were not normal ten year old boys. These boys were strong willed and hard headed, and once they set their mind to something, they would do it. God, let alone the weather, would stop them.
The larger boy, his head full of dark black hair, looked around the side yard in the darkness. They had successfully navigated the large house without waking up any of the inhabitants, and made it outside. Now, all they had to do was make it across the big lawn and climb over the old stone fence.
"How are we gonna climb that?" the smaller boy asked. He liked at the larger boy with large, soulful eyes.
"Easy." The boy told his smaller comrade. "You see those grapevines along the wall? They're running up old pieces of lattice. We can climb it just as easy as any ladder."
"Okay." The smaller boy said, confidant in the plan. With one more scan to ensure their surroundings were empty, the boys sprinted across the yard, their running steps nearly in sync. They plunged their hands into the vines and felt the solid lattice underneath. Quickly, they bolted upwards, their young boys strong from training. They were at the top now, and both boys leaped. The bigger boy landed just a second first.
"Beat you!" He cheered quietly. The smaller boy furrowed his brow.
"Don't tease me!" He snapped. "You know I hate losing."
"No one's good at everything." The bigger boy told him. "One day you'll have to learn how to be in second place."
"You sound like HIM." Said the smaller boy. They both sat silently at that for just a moment.
"Come on." Said the bigger boy. "Let's find a road and see if he can hitchhike to the docks."
"And then what will we do?"
"Stowaway on a boat to the mainland, duh."
"And then what will we do?"
"Whatever we want." He said. "He can travel the whole world!"
"Really?" The smaller boy asked.
"Really." Assured the bigger.
"You're my best friend, Bruno." Said the smaller boy suddenly, grabbing his friend by the hand and giving it a quick, but kind squeeze. Bruno smiled at him. Together, they ran to the road that led to freedom. As they left, they passed a single sign which read: Polpo's Home for Lost Children.