June 4th, 2013

Joel Jones. That's what the 16 year old boy called himself. He hardly knew his father, but he did know he was some 41 year old Japanese immigrant who died before Joel could properly remember anything about him other than his pompadour. His mother was a 35 year old white woman named Leigh who couldn't handle raising a child on her own, so she put him in foster care under her surname: Jones.

He never really learned how his old man died, just that a massive hole was blown in the center of his chest.

So there Joel laid on his back, laying in the bed he was provided in his room at the group home he currently stayed, bouncing a ball against the ceiling and back at his hand.

Bounce!

The right side of his naturally black hair was dyed blonde like his mother's and his right ear was pierced with a star shaped earring. He wore a long sleeved shirt striped black and yellow like a bumblebee with the sleeves rolled up to the elbow and black sweatbands on his wrists with "Jo!" written in red on them. He had a pair of charcoal denim overalls on, but the right shoulder strap had snapped a while ago and the legs were cut off around the knees like shorts. His feet were covered by thick skater shoes colored black and red.

Bounce!

The sun outside cut through the small openings between the blinds covering the window, shining lines of golden light on the boy's face as he groaned. He was bored. Bored out of his goddamn mind. That's when the ball stuck to the ceiling, not bouncing back, as if it had struck a sticky fly trap of some sort. This wasn't strange to him at all; not since he got the hang of how to control it.

Joel yawned and sat up, scratching the back of his two tone hair. Standing up from his bed, Joel walked out the door. It was still morning and he was already hoping the day would end soon. That's how most of his days around here felt. He'd been at this group home for five months already and had yet to make any friends. All the boys here were freaked out by how he could make things stick together or slide around.

It made sense that they were afraid. They couldn't see it; Joel's "Imaginary Friend" as he jokingly called it sometimes. He found it in himself about two years ago, roughly.

Mumbling to himself, Joel grabbed his backpack from the doorway and headed outside. It was the last week of his Sophomore year at Presley High in Rollinsville, California. Most kids would usually be excited for summer, but personally Joel liked school because it gave him something to do with his time. Sure, he didn't really have any close friends and he wasn't involved in any extracurricular activities, but he was liked and got at least some attention. Homework wasn't even that much of a hassle for him, because like stated before: it gave him something to do. School was always fine as long as he kept his imaginary friend to himself. That thing only ever caused him trouble.

The sky was rather beautiful that day, being a nice soft blue with only the sparing glimpse of clouds swirling here or there. The air had a slight breeze on it and the leaves and grass of the plant life around Joel was practically glowing a lively green. Joel loved his walk to school. Popping in his earbuds, Joel sighed as he began to listen to his music. "Today's gonna be great." He spoke to himself.

Higashikata Josuke was hyperventilating, his hands on his knees, a cold sweat running down his cheeks from his forehead. He swallowed hard, lifting his head to look forward.

"Joestars were never meant to fly." He wheezes, looking out at the terminal of the FlySFO Airport. He then felt a hand on his back which made him jolt up.

"You okay, Josuke?" Asked a young lady with red sunglasses and short black hair under a beanie with a net like pattern on it. She wore a forest green shirt with a diamond shaped cleavage window a pastel pink scarf wrapped around her neck, an assortment of different bangles with star and heart shaped trinkets on them, a red-plaid miniskirt and thigh high stockings with the text "U2" written repeatedly on them at random locations. Her mouth was crooked in an expression of both annoyance and concern.

"I'll be fine, Shizuka! I've just never been on a jet plane like that before." He replied with a sigh and a roll of his shoulders as he straightened his back.

He was 30 years old now and his fashion sense had changed since 1999, now he wore a blazer with a zipper, the chest opened up and pinned that way with his heart and peace sign pins. His pants were now form fitting black slacks with little gold hearts dotting down the outer seams, and he wore dark blue designer shoes with heart shaped buckles. There was one thing that would forever remain a constant: his pompadour.

"So, Shizuka, what leads do we have on the guy?" Josuke asked his assistant as he straightened out his jacket.

"Well, we don't really have any recent activity from him, so he's probably keeping a low profile." The girl with sunglasses replied, adjusting them on her eyes to push them up. "Though he is in a city about an hour from here."

Josuke smiled and straightened up, looking at his adopted sister. "That's great!"

Joel sneezed, which was odd seeing how the town was in the full swing of summer. "Somebody must be talking about me." He thought aloud before getting distracted by a crowd of five girls approaching him.

"Oh, hey! It's JoJo!" One exclaimed approaching with her friends. "JoJo, I love your hair, you know! Half blonde looks so good on you!" Another enthused getting close to him and brushing her hair through the blonde part. "OMG! Your fashion sense is so unique!" A third squealed, grabbing the sleeve of his shirt. "Is it designer? Where did you get it?"

"I, uhh-" Joel tried to respond as he was assaulted with compliments and questions. Another reason why he liked school: Girls thought he was attractive.

At the same time a guy was speeding by downhill on his bike, trying to his the brakes as he suddenly noticed the trash cans he was going to slam into. Joel's eyes widened, his body glowed with a faint green aura, and the ground the bike sped down on suddenly became incredibly sticky, making the tires of the bike jerk to a stop and the boy riding to go flying over the handlebars from the sudden stop of it all.

"Wuagghhhhh!"

Crash!

Like magic, the boy landed safely, but rather humiliatingly, in the trash can. All of the girls turned around and screamed, noticing the crash, then burst into laughter. "OMG JoJo, that guy just crashed hella hard!" One mused, "Like, did you see his face!?" Another laughed.

Joel didn't pay too much attention as he passed them by to get to the trash cans, which had a pair of legs flailing around outside of them as the boy inside freaked out. "Dude, calm down! I'll get you out of there!" He told him loudly, hoping to be heard.

"What!? W-who's- uhh, f-fine! Help me out!" The boy inside whined, finally calming down. Joel nodded and approached, grabbing onto his legs. As he did, he began to glow with a faint green aura that nobody else present could see as the outline of another pair of arms separated from his own and grabbed the boy's legs as well. Breathing, Joel willed for the boy to become much lighter and it was as if in that instant he was made of feathers.

Joel yanked the boy from out of the trash can, the boy almost flying out with the temporary loss of his weight before he landed on his butt, feeling all of it come back to him. "You alright there?" Joel asked.

The boy was just about Joel's age and had tanned skin and black hair, braided on the sides into cornrows with the top part left wild. He wore an acid washed denim vest that had fitches of roses on the back, a purple t-shirt that didn't quite cover his belly all the way, a bullet belt around black torn up skinny jeans and checkered shoes. All across the front of his vest were different pins and badges in a variety of music notes, diamonds, clubs, spades and hearts.

He looked at Joel gratefully for but a moment before realizing the embarrassing predicament he was in. He had just gotten pulled out of a trash can and five girls watched him land in there. "Uh, y-yeah I'm fine! Shut up!" He stuttered back at Joel, getting to his feet and dusting himself off. He stared at Joel with an oddly suspicious look in his eye. "Did you stop my bike like that?" He demanded.

The girls all gasped and started getting angry. "Saul, how the hell could he have stopped you bike!? He was like five feet away!" One shouted at the boy who was apparently named Saul.

Joel was wondering why he was suspicious of him too. "Yeah, how could I have done that?" Joel repeated at him.

Saul squinted at him as if he knew something. "I don't know. There's just something weird about you I don't trust." He insisted, going over to his bike, which had tipped over by now. "I just know that there's no way I could have stopped in time to avoid that trash can and if I hadn't stopped, I'd be in a lot more pain right now."

"Well good for you, then!" Another one of the girls shouted over Joel's shoulder. "Come on, JoJo, walk with us to school!" She added pleadingly, grabbing onto his arm and tugging playfully.

Joel turned to them and shook his head. "Oh, uhh, no. I think I'd rather walk alone today. Thanks for offering, though." He replied, getting several disappointed pouts.

"Fine, JoJo, be like that. See you during lunch~!" With that, the five of them headed off, giggling and talking about the end of the year and Saul's crash.

Saul remained there, standing by his bike, just staring at Joel who started walking away with that uncomfortable stare on him. What the hell did Saul want?

Josuke and Shizuka were on a bus from San Francisco to the nearby town of Rollinsville. It was a small town on the coast of the bay with a population of a little over one hundred thousand. "Josuke, do you know who we're looking for?" Shizuka reminded her brother who was twice her age.

"Yeah, yeah, we're looking for one Joel Jones, right?" He replied, looking out the window at the passing pine trees. "This place sure is quite different from Morioh-cho. It doesn't have our radio program, our trees, and the sun rises from the land, not the sea!" He commented, observing everything.

"You sound like the old man." Shizuka said with a smile, "But in reverse."

"Are you talking about Mr. Joestar?" Josuke asked with a raised eyebrow. "I don't know what you mean." He huffed indignantly, propping his chin up on the palm of his hand as he gazed out the window. Calmly he began to sip on his pepsi he had brought along.

"You do know that the records say you're his biological father, right?" Shizuka reminded her older brother who immediately spat out his drink.

Coughing Josuke wiped his mouth with wide eyes, looking back at the teenage japanese girl. "I'm sorry, what!?" He demanded.

"Joel Jones. His real name should be Joru Higashikata." Shizuka continued, looking at the dossier she and Josuke were given. " I didn't know you had it in you. Like father, like son though, I guess."

"That doesn't make any sense, I've never-"

"Ohhh, his biological mother is 46 now. I didn't know you liked older women, big bro." She mentioned further, grinning at Josuke behind her sunglasses. "Leigh Jones. Resident of Los Angeles California. Currently she's a lawyer."

"I have no idea who that woman is!" Josuke shouted at his younger adopted sister, who didn't even flinch. He had a million questions running around in his head now. He's never been married, he hadn't lost his virginity until long after this kid was born, and he's never been to the California in his life.

"Alright, I'll stop messing with you, big bro." Shizuka replied with a smirk, though it quickly flatlined into concern. "Though this is quite bizarre. I don't know if I entirely believe it myself, since by these records… you're dead, Josuke."

End of Part 1 of the Prologue

Alright! I scrapped my last JoJo fanfic because I felt it was too similar to Stone Ocean. So, I've opted to do a story that's normal for most anime, but rather strange for JoJo's Bizarre Adventure

Joel, as you can see, will have quite a convoluted connection to the Joestar lineage. I hope you're happy I've included Shizuka as a character! I really hope I can flesh this story out and do it the justice that my favorite anime/manga deserves.

Pardon the long character descriptions. I'm usually much more concise, but this is JoJo after all. Extreme detail is kind of in its nature.