Hello Jojo fans, I'm Uppaw18 and this is my Jojo fanfic. I love Jojo despite not finishing part V because I'm pissed off at King Crimson, and yes I do know how it works aside of "It just works". Despite my lack of knowledge and my incapability to write a pose, I will try my best to do a story for one of my favorite manga/anime. I hope you like it...
London, 1892,
The darkness of the evening filled the streets of the city, the lights from the lamposts were dim and the air started to become colder since the late afternoon. The street was filled with stone buildings of a common neighborhood of an area in London.
A lone lady walked on the sidewalk as a carrige passed by. Her long curly blond hair reached to the back of her neck and even slightly below that. Her big and curved lips puckered with anger and bitterness as she kept walking. Her slightly curved yet long face was filled with makeup and the lime-green victorian dress that held to her curvaceous frame filled her with shame.
The woman didn't like her place of occupation, but in the streets she had to survive since the death of her father, so prostitution was the only option for her. 'I hate that bloody brothel! Mr. Cangsly better give me a proper share this time. Not that I'll actually do the job he wants me to do." the woman thought to herself with bitterness as she kept walking on the path.
The more and more she walked, the further her anger rose to her head. 'Not that a divine lady like myself should ever let men inside her! I would never do that! That is why my guardian angel does the work for me.' sh kept thinking to herself asshe increaced her pace with her getting lost in thought.
Just before she knew it she felt like something coming at her from behind. A hideous man with green skin who stood at 1.76 charged at her with an incredible speed. "Fear not! You will be in the honorable presence of my master soon!" the man roared with a discusting shriek as he charged with his hands wide open in an attemp to capture the young woman.
A she turned around, the blonde twenty something years old frowned at the incoming attacker, only to snort in annoyance. The man couldn't see what happened next as a slim yet bulky hand clad in gold appeared next to the woman and slammed a thunderous hook into her attacker's face when he was close, breaking the right side of his skull as the fist pushed itself into the middle of the man's face before sending him away flying high and far from where the prostitute stood.
A moment later the woman turned around and scoffed. "Hmph, amateur." she said without caring if she killed him or not, mostly annoyed that someone came to attack her.
As she started walking she heard a deafining shriek from where her guardian angel blasted the man. The victorian woman Turned around only to see the man standing up and starting to recover as his destroyed face started to reform itself. The loud crunching where foul and sickly even from 60 meters away.
When the face finally finished its healing process, the dark green skinned man looked at the shocked blonde woman. "Where are you going? I haven't grabbed you yet!" he roared as he started to charge again at the woman with malicious intent, making the woman frozen in shock to snap back and hope that her guardian spirit is ready to kill the man.
"HEY!" a loud shout from a slightly deep bass came from above, making the man stop in fear and sweat to start flowing from his brow and across his body as he seemed to freeze in fear. His gaze shifted to the source of the voice, as well as the prostitute.
On a rooftop of a house on the other side of the sidewalk stood a giant of a man who stood proud at 1.95 high with dark brown hair and a slightly mascular body with a round face. He wore a dark blue dinner jacket with matching smooth pants, along with a bright-purple undershirt and a white bow tie. His shoes were black and definitely classy. Around his figure glowed a bright yellow if slightly golden aura as he jumped down from the roof.
As he was in the process of falling he reached his hand foward and extended his fingers, only for five flaming strings to come out of his fingertips, which wrapped themselves around a lampost, which he used to control his landing. When he landed he rolled on the ground and rose right on the other side of the road.
The green skinned man jumped up in fear before starting to go to the other direction away from the woman as he seemed to panicked. "Bollocks to this! I ain't dying to a Hamon user!" he shrieked as he tried to flee from the man, who just grinned.
Suddenlt a slim figure clad in an iron suit except for the arms, which seemed like they were one fire appeared next to the tall man. The being had what seemed like an incinerator covering it's head, with two yellow orbs for eyes and stood at the same height as the man next to it. The colors of red, orange and yellow flames filled it's arms while gray metal covered the rest of the flaming figure.
As the smile grew larger on the face of the young man he covered himself in golden aura appeared around him and then around the flaming thing being next to him. With a swift and wide movement of his arm that was copied by the flaming man, the fingers of the metal clad man of fire seemed to fuse before turning into a thick whip that started to move towards the green man in a slashing motion that went through lamposts like a knife into butter, only to swiftly reach the running man and cut his legs from the rest of his body.
With a pained shriek the man filled with fear crashed to the ground as well as several lampost that had started to melt in the area that they were cut by the flaming whip of strings. The fansy clothed man started to walk towards his prey, not before looking at the young woman and giving her a smile of reasurance, making her scoff as she watched what was going to happen next.
As the giant of a man reached his downed pray, the aura around him intensified and the flaming figure clad in metal disappeared, much to the surprise of the woman who could see the ghost, which the green man could not.
The man in the dinner jacket crouched down and looked at the second man, who was now whimpering in pain and fear, tearing up as he saw the giant figure putting a giant shadow on him. "I'm sorry but a monster like you cannot remain alive." he said with a bit of sadness to his deep voice before he raised his arm. "OVERDRIVE!" he roared before slamming his hand against the head of the other man, making it explode.
After getting up and taking a deep breath, the tall man turned around and started to walk towards the woman while keeping himself calm and trying to look nice, but the look of arrogance and distain from the woman didn't really show any appreciation towards him.
"Sorry about all that miss," the man started to say but the woman turned her head to the side in order to show that she wasn't ready to act friendly with the man.
As an akward silence occured between the two, the blode haired youth was the first to break the ice. "I didn't need your help, if that's what you're thinking." she said arrogantly while showing that she didn't liked being rescued.
The tall man smiled and sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck. "Sorry ma'am, I didn't mean to hurt your feelings. The guy was just dangerous and I've been searching for the man he called "master" for a long time." he tried to explain the situation to the blode lady who stood at 1.88 cm tall, but she only turned away with every intent of being rude and started to walk away.
After a sigh of disappointment came out of the mouth of the youthful man and after at least taking 10 steps towards her workplace, the blonde prostitute stopped and sighed, only to turn around and walk back to the younger man.
"I guess I have to play nice and introduce myself. My name's Diana Brando, or "Dio" for short." she reached her left hand in order to point him to a gesture of kissing a lady's hand, something the fancy looking man quickly realized and acted accordingly.
After being pleasant the man pointed towards himself with the thumb of his left hand and gave a radiating smile filled with happiness and a friendly outlook. "Nice to meet you Miss Brando. My name is Joel Joestar, or "Jojo" for short." the young man said as he tried to impress the young woman, who just sighed with a smile on her face.
"Nice to meet you Jojo." Diana said as both reached out and shook hands before going their seperate ways.
Jojo's Bizarre Adventure
Part I: Holy Hill
Several days have passed since that meeting with the young Jojo and Diana still remembered his youthful and of cource the spectre that stood next to him when he attacked. She immediately recognized it as something very similar to her guaridan angel. That fact alone made the youth stick hard into her memory.
She sat in a small room resting in the Mermaid Brothel where she worked. The she was sitting in was furnished with a nice and pretty comfortable bed with white sheets that sported hearts of red and pink on them. The walls were painted in white and across the rooms stood several other pieces of furniture: a wooden chair with a broken leg, a dusted counter where Diana kept a pipe that she stole from one of her customers that she knocked out before he could do the deed on her and a squeeky door that wasn't very thick and might be easily broken.
Right now noises filled the building that went pass through the walls of the room, pissong the blonde woman off. The noises of moaning women sleeping with men annoyed her, since the thought of letting a person touch her divine body disgusted her. 'Bloody hell, why do I have to work as a prosttitute? This is beneath me. Besides, the smell of those bodily fluids are horrible.' she ranted to herself inside her head as she closed her eyes.
Hours passed as she spend her time sleeping, ignoring the banging sounds on the cracked door of the room. When the woman woke up it was already close to the late hours of the night, when most men brobably dropped dead in a pub from the alchohol that flooded the poor areas of the city.
As the thoughts of tasty booze filled her thoughts, she laid her head on the pillow of the semi-comfortable bed. "I would kill for a drink." she said aloud but a moment later she shook her head in anger and disgust from the thought alone. 'No! I'm not like my old man! Nothing like that bastard!' she thought to herself angrily before getting up from the bed and kicking the wooden chair down, only for a ghostly fist to appear and smash the broken furniture into pieces.
After a yell of frustration came out of the throat of the blonde prostitute, fast pacing footsteps closing in on her room entered into her ears as she snarled. Three hard and furious knocks against the door shook the wooden door to it's foundations as dust started to fall from it.
"DIANA! WE NEED TO TALK!" a gruff and old voice shouted with fury filling every sound coming into the room. Diana just sighed with annoyance and rolled her eyes as she took out her lime-green dress and put it on her white skinned body.
She opened the door only to see an average sized man in his fifties standing in front of her, looking up in order to meet her gaze. The lady only scoffed as she saw her annoying employer, not caring about what he had to say. She pushed him aside and started walking.
Angered by his employee's gesture, the man quickly ran after the tall woman and grabbed her hand. "What do you think you're doing, huh?! Stealing from my clients after beating them uncontious!" the old man roared with fury as he complained about the actions of the prostitute, who turned her gaze at him and stared daggers. Mr. Cangsly continued to talk, unfazzed by the malicious gaze of his employee. "Worst of all you show me no respect! Do you want to piss me off?" he finished with a question as he ranted with anger and saliva flying from his mouth in spades.
"Why should I open my legs for filth? Why don't you just give me my pay and drop dead, Mr. Cangsly." Diana spoke with a cold-hearted and condescending tone at the old man holding her arm, before taking a bit of momentum with before slapping her employer in the face with her long arm.
As the old man put his hand on the spot burning from the powerful slap, his furious eyes became enraged to the point that he didn't think straight, which was a huge mistake when it came to handling Diana. He pulled his gun from his trousers and pointed it at the tall lady.
"LET'S SEE YOU BEING SO ARROGANT AFTER GETTING SHOT!" he screamed at the top of his lungs before pulling the trigger. The projectile bullet flew at the blonde prostitute, only to stop mid-air in an instant, when in actuality Diana's guardian spirit grabbed it with it's fingers, not that the old man could see the well-built arm.
The bullet then fell to the ground and Diana walked towards the old man, the hand clad in gold smacking the gun away, surprising the owner of the of the brothel as the invisible arm smacked his gun before smashing into his gut, punching the air out of his lungs and doubling him over,groaning in pain.
As Diana snorted in apathy towards the man her guardian angel attacked, she turned around scoffing before attempting to take her leave.
Heavy footsteps walked towards the downed man as a someone tried to pull him up. "Are you okay mister? Even if you acted in such a horrible manner, I hould still check on you." A voice very familiar to Diana came to her ears as a shocked expression filled her face while witnessing everyone around her looking at her.
She turned around only to see the giant of a man she met several evenings ago helping the old man back on his feet. As the manager of the brothel finally got his futting he brushed the hand of the youth from his shoulder with fury until he saw a ring with a well carved saphire on it placed on the young man's index finger, making a bead of sweat roll from the man's brow.
"Sorry for the occurance here, Mr. Joestar." he apologized as his fury was gone and concern swept his body. The younger and taller man only smiled in kindness and understanding as his eyes met those of the young woman in front of him.
A scowl came from the face of Diana as she looked at Jojo, trying to seem distant as possible. She didn't need that man annoying her at the moment. She crossed her hands and glared daggers at the giant of a man that stood slightly behind her employer.
"Jojo, did some girl finally catch your sight?" a shout came from behind the young man, who turned only to get a hand patting on his head, making him blush slightly.
The newcomer was almost as tall as Jojo and had messy light brown hair. He wore a deep-dark purple dinner jacket with matching pants, black polished shoes, a black top-hat with a pattern of black and white squares on it, with a bright red tie around his neck. He ruffled the young Joestar's hair with one hand while he pulled Jojo's left ear with the other.
The man gave a look scanning the blond and aggitated prostitute before smiling at the Joestar youth. "You found a very pretty one, huh little brother?" the second man asked the fancy looking Joestar as his sly smirk was plastered all over his face, making his younger brother blush.
"Oh come on William, don't be like that." Jojo said to his slightly older brother as blood rushed to his cheeks, making him blush harder. He forced his body to go into a more shelled position in order to feel more comfortable because of the embarrassement that filled the air at the moment.
After several moments in which the blond crossed her arms and rolled her eyes, the old owner of the brothel sweating like crazy and the two Joestar brothers started to look at the area, with Jojo focusing his sight at Diana, which had the hands of her guardian spirit crossing it's arms as well.
A smile then rose to William Joestar's face as he looked at several women in the brothel walking around. He then looked at the older man and crossed his arms. "How much for three of your girls for an hour?" he asked with a sly smile on his face before pulling on his younger brother's ear once more. "I'll let you have that blondie." he wispered into the ear, letting go to pull his wallet out of his jacket.
Jojo kept looking at Diana before he walked towards her and pulled his wallet out of his jacket. "Look, I just want to talk. How much for an hour?" he asked as he tried to search for money in his leather wallet.
The old man suddenly snatched the wallet from Jojo's hand with anger and fury, shoving it back into his pocket, only to then glare at the blonde woman. "Her? You can have her for as long as you like. However she doesn't get a penny, understand?!" the manager of the brothel shoted angrily with distain filling his gruff voice.
A growl came from the lips of Diana as she stared daggers at the old man who now refused to even let her get any sort of payement. A hand clad in gold started to fly towards the old man once again, but ten burning wires stopped it in its tracks, shocking her as she looked at the tall young man, who just shoock his head trying to make her stop the attack of her guardian spirit.
"Fine!" she shouted as she grabbed Jojo's hand and started to pull the slightly muscular man towards the room that she came from.
Outside,
Atop the roof of a building near the Mermaid Brothel stood a large group of people, reaching up to 25 men. All of them except for one had a dark green, if slightly gray skin tone to them, showing their zombie nature. The tallest man in the group had a pale gray skin tone and fangs, revealing his vampiric nature.
All figures stood tall while covered by darkness, if not slightly shown by the light of the lamposts in the area.
The vampire wavered his hand across his hair which already moved freely and in a beautiful manner as the wind moved it gracefully. "Slaves," he said in a charismatic and soothing voice, making all his zombie servants to look at him like loyal dogs. "Bring me as many girls as you can from this brothel. I want to check them myself." he gave his order in the most calm and polite manner as he could.
The zombies lowered their heads and bent down to their knees when the command was given, only to jump down from the roof or towards the roof of the medium sized brothel. Tiles broke and fell in their wake, making it a truely horrific march to the ears.
The vampire stood tall, his chin raised yet eyes looking down at his target, his right hand still kept it's position inside his lushful hair flowing in the evening wind, while his left arm moved next to the chin on the right side of his face. His body twirled a bit like a snaketo the lef and his legs were in a weird position, most of the weight on his left leg while only the toes of his right leg touched the tiles of the roof, similar to the cat stance in Kung Fu.
As his zombies jumped towards the brothel, a sinister and joyous smile rose to the vampire's face.
{To be continued]
I'll be the roundabout
The words will make you out an' out
You spend the day your way
Call it morning driving
Through the south
In an' out the valley
The music, dance and sing
They make the children really ring
I spend the day your way
Call it morning driving
Through the south
In an' out the valley
In and around the lake
Mountains come out of the sky
And they stand there
One mile over we'll be there
And we'll see you
Ten true summers we'll be back
And laughing too
Twenty four before my love
You'll see, I'll be there with you
Hey there everybody, this is the end of the first chapter of my story "Jojo's Bizarre Adventure: Holy Hill". This chapter went by really quick and didn't show much of our main characters Joel Joestar and Diana Brando, which will be shown a bit more next chapter, including the capabilities of their stands.
Now it will take several chapter to get to the main stotyline of this story, so be patient will you. If you liked this chapter please review and tell me what you think. Hopefully I can make the next chapters better. The next chapter will come out in about a month.
Okay, this is all for now folks. Have a nice week to you all and bye bye for now.