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This is merely my attempt at a novelization of the Eyes of Heaven Videogame with a few twists added to keep from just rehashing the cut-scenes & to address several plot-holes that may or may not exist. Please support the Official Release.
Authors Note: Apologies for the delay getting this out. Most of you already know the story by now but for those not in the know, let's just say my Hard-Drive got a Viking Funeral.
In any case, when we last saw our heroes, they decided to stop Boldly Fleeing from the revived forms of Avdol and Iggy and face them head on. Let's see how well that works out for them as we OPEN THE GAME!
Chapter 2: Familiar Faces;
'The Noble One?' Jotaro repeated, the younger Joestar's features outwardly calm even as he processed this newest piece of information his former comrade had unwittingly dropped in their laps.
While he hadn't known Mohammed Avdol as long as his Grandfather, Jotaro felt he had at least gained a fairly decent understanding of the Fortune-Teller's personality over the course of their Bizarre Adventure, and at no point during their travels had Avdol ever referred to anyone with such reverence.
Sure, he'd often refer to his Grandfather as 'Mister Joestar' rather than using his given name, but that was chiefly out of respect for the elder Joestar's age and position, rather than an act of subservience.
By contrast, the way the Fortune Teller referred to this 'Noble One' spoke of such reverence that you'd be forgiven from thinking he was referring to the second coming of Christ…that or God himself.
Still, while it was nice to have some clue as to who was behind this mess, no matter how vague, it didn't really matter in the long run. After all, they weren't going to get any answers out of the man just running around flapping their gums all day, and Jotaro had done more than enough of running away for one day.
It was time to let his fists, and by proxy [Star Platinum], do the talking. And unfortunately for their old friends, while there was more to his Stand than just punching the crap out of things, it only knew one word, and it tended to say it a lot when 'resolving' troublesome situations.
"Step aside, Gramps." He ordered, cutting the old man off as he tried, unsuccessfully, to get Avdol to tell them just what the hell was going on "I may not have a damned clue as to what's going on…but there is one thing I know for certain…" he glared up at their foes as he stepped in front of his grandfather "if nothing else, their blood lust is definitely the genuine article."
Joseph grimaced, clearly unwilling to believe it yet unable to deny the validity of his Grandson's words. After all, he was more than familiar with sensing blood lust directed at himself, hell his youth had been spent fighting Nazis, Vampires and all manner of strange shit for crying out loud.
He simply couldn't accept the fact that Avdol wanted to kill him. After everything they had been through, after finally putting the final nail in the coffin of his family's greatest enemy, to have a beloved friend come back from the dead, only to threaten his life, almost broke his heart.
"Let me handle this, Monsieur Joestar." Polnareff urged, the French Stand User placing a hand on the elder Joestar's shoulder as he strode stiffly past to stand alongside Jotaro "Avdol and Iggy died saving my life." He proclaimed, glaring up at the pair as [Silver Chariot] appeared beside him, rapier held before it in a ready stance "I should be the one to slice up these lousy fakes!"
"The ones who will fall today shall be you, sinners!" Avdol, if it was Avdol, proclaimed, [Magician's Red] emerging from behind him in a burst of flame "We will exterminate all those who would dare obstruct the path of the Noble One!"
"He's all yours, Polnareff!" Jotaro yelled, leaping to the side to avoid the incoming flames before using [Star Platinum] to lunge towards Iggy, the Boston Terrier snarling a challenge as [The Fool] formed over him protectively
"You won't escape!" Avdol vowed, whipping round to launch an attack at the Joestar's unprotected back, only to curse as [Silver Chariot]'s rapier cut down the flames and redirected them back, forcing the fortune-teller to back off "Damn you-!"
"Non, non, non-non-non-non!" Polnareff countered, shaking his finger in a chastising manner even as he smiled condescendingly at his former comrade "Where are you looking? Don't you know duels are meant to be fought one-on-one?" his features hardened into a scathing glare "You dare presume to call yourself Mohammed Avdol, and yet you would attack an opponent from behind like a coward? Avdol and I may not have seen eye-to-eye most of the time, but if there's one thing I am proud to say, he was in no way a coward!"
"I am no coward!" Avdol countered, his eyes flashing at the accusation, Polnareff unable to help the shiver that raced down his spine as his opponent's features hardened before he once again entered a familiar stance "Come at me, Jean Pierre Polnareff! For the sake of the Noble One, I shall send you to hell before Kujo Jotaro!"
Cairo Rooftop
'Humph, fake or not he's got Avdol's flair for the dramatic down pat.' Polnareff conceded, impressed despite himself, as he hadn't felt pressure like this since his duel with the Fortune-teller in Tiger Balm Garden, [Silver Chariot] raising its rapier in a ready position, both to salute their opponent and out of respect for their friend whose face he wore "EN-GARDE!"
"Hora~!" [Chariot] exclaimed, lashing out with its rapier only for Avdol's double to leap back, narrowly avoiding the tip of the blade even as [Magican's Red] interposed itself between them, weaving between the blows with an ease that seemed natural, were it not for the fierce look of concentration in the User's eyes.
"Hoh, so your eyes are sharp enough to follow my Swordplay?" Polnareff appraised, smirking confidently even as he internally cursed Vanilla Ice and his bullshit Stand for what had to be the umpteenth time.
Normally [Silver Chariot]'s speed was on-par with [Star Platinum]'s, possibly even surpassing it once he removed its armour. However, the injuries Polnareff had suffered on account of DIO's twisted servant had clearly had an effect on his Stand's prowess if Avdol could track his sword with his eyes "I'm impressed, for a mere fake you certainly aren't half-bad."
"Still you persist with your delusions." Avdol's doppelganger noted with palpable disdain as he glared at him from over [Magician's Red]'s fiery shoulder "You truly refuse to believe that I am not Mohammed Avdol?"
"Of course I refuse to believe it!" Polnareff spat, the sheer venom in his tone actually causing the doppelganger to take a step back "Ça me fait chier! I'm actually more insulted that you honestly believe you are Avdol! CHARIOT!"
"Tsk-?!" the doppelganger grunted, [Magician's Red] interposing itself between them once again, only for his eyes to widen as various small cuts began littering his face and arms, the Silver Knight's speed having somehow increased "What the devil?!"
"Écoute-Moi, you charlatan!" Polnareff declared, pointing imperiously at his opponent even as his Stand continued to lash out at [Magician's Red] "The real Mohammed Avdol was a man like no other! A man who commanded the respect of friend and foe alike!"
He clenched his fist as tears built at the edge of his vision, recalling all the times he'd spent with the Fortune-teller on their journey to Egypt. He recalled the sanctimonious lectures that were intended to cool his head, the fiery, righteous rage that would emerge when pushed too far or faced with something he could not tolerate, the jovial, warm hearted laugh from their reunion, and the desperate cry as he shoved the Frenchman clear of Vanilla Ice's attack.
"He was a brave man who could not tolerate evil," Polnareff continued, tears falling freely from his eyes at the memories "a true hero who would not hesitate to give his life to protect a friend, regardless of how stupid they were! I don't know who you are or how you obtained his Stand, but I know in my heart there's no way a connard like you could ever be Mohammed Avdol!"
"I am no charlatan!" the doppelganger shot back, lashing out with a gout of flame that was swiftly deflected with a precise twirl of [Silver Chariot]'s rapier "I am Mohammed Avdol!" he pressed, [Magician's Red] mimicking his movements even as his body began radiating a familiar heat, "And if you will not believe my words, then let my flames speak otherwise!"
'Here it comes!' Polnareff swore, the plucky Frenchman gritting his teeth as he braced himself, knowing that in his current condition, he'd only get one shot at this. As the only member of the Joestar Party to have actually fought Avdol seriously, Polnareff was all-too-familiar with just how powerful the Egyptian could be when he took off the kid-gloves.
During their fight in Tiger-Balm Garden, the only reason Polnareff had survived a direct hit from Avdol's initial finisher had been because of [Silver Chariot]'s armour taking the brunt of the blast. However, while he would not deny Avdol's the victory, there was no denying that only reason the Egyptian's attacks had landed in the first place had been due to Polnareff's own arrogance providing Avdol with the tools he needed to bypass [Silver Chariot]'s superior speed and swordplay.
However, this time was different. For one thing, Avdol seemed almost fanatically driven to exterminate them, a stark contrast to the and cool-composed fortune-teller who preferred caution over rushing in head-first, a fact Polnareff had quickly seized on, deliberately antagonizing the man by not only calling his honor in question, but even his identity.
For another, this time Avdol couldn't go all-out with his Stand, as there was a stark difference between the wide-open, deserted space of Tiger-Balm Garden and the rooftops of Cairo. Case in point, Avdol couldn't use his wide-area attacks, like the CFH-Special, as freely as he'd like, nor could he get creative by sending his flames underground, as doing so would mean putting the people in the surrounding buildings at risk.
But perhaps the most important reason that their rematch would end in Polnareff's favour was because this time the Frenchman wasn't playing around. Over the course of their journey, and during his battle with Vanilla Ice in particular, Polnareff had been forced to mature, casting aside his more foolish or arrogant traits as the stakes rose ever higher the closer they got to DIO.
A lot of that growth, ironically enough, could be attributed to Avdol, the Egyptian acting not only as a friend, but a mentor to his one-time enemy, tempering the younger man's rashness with cool logic and experience whilst fostering a bond that Polnareff would cherish till his dying day.
'But that day is not today, mon frère.' He vowed to his fallen comrade, eyes hardening as [Magician's Red] reared its head back to launch its final attack 'I will not waste the life you sacrificed to save!'
"Repent your sins in hell, Sinner!" the doppelganger cried out, [Magician's Red] unleashing the iconic flaming Ankh that was Avdol's finisher towards the waiting Frenchman "CROSS FIRE HURRICANE-!"
"Passe Devant!" Polnareff countered, snapping the fingers of his good hand to discard Silver Chariot's armour, sighing in relief as his body instantly lightened as his Stand, now unencumbered by the extra weight, blurred into action.
Normally he would never dream of discarding his armour against such a blast, a fact that the real Avdol would've surely known and taken advantage of. However, in his current state, the armour was merely slowing him down, so he waited for this precise moment to discard it and unleash Silver Chariot's full potential.
"Je te le Coupe-!" he declared, only to trail off, eyes widening in horrified disbelief as his Stand slashed apart the flaming Ankh only to reveal another, slightly smaller one lunging towards his face from behind it, the doppelganger having apparently used the larger one as a distraction, sacrificing it so that Polnareff would leave himself open for the follow-up.
"I will confess, your swordplay is superb." The Egyptian applauded, his words laced with begrudging respect as he regarded the stunned Frenchman from behind the flames "Indeed, had you not stood in the path of the Noble One, I would have been proud to call you a comrade. Let that be a comfort to you on the path to hell, Jean-Pierre Polnareff-!"
"ORA!" a familiar voice cried out, Polnareff blinking as the doppelganger, eyes widening in alarm, cut himself off mid-monologue as he crossed his arms, the flaming ankh vanishing into thin air just as something hurtled past Polnareff's head to slam into the Egyptian's face.
"Que?" Polnareff stammered, blinking in confusion as he watched Avdol's doppelganger topple back ass over tits, unable to process the sight of the normally proud Egyptian in such a state "Wait, what just happened?"
Post Battle...
"Yare-Yare…" Jotaro grunted from behind, prompting Polnareff to turn to see the younger Joestar lighting a cigarette on the flames Silver Chariot had wrapped around it's rapier "That's Avdol for you, always has an ace up his sleeve. You okay Polnareff"
"Eh? Ah, oui, I'm fine mon ami." Polnareff confirmed before turning back to face the doppelganger in confusion, only to blink at the sight of the small figure lying in his lap "Wait, is that…Iggy?"
"Yeah, stupid mutt makes a damn good projectile." Jotaro scoffed, smirking at the memory of their battle against N'Doul of the Egyptian Tarot "Good thing too, I don't think Avdol would've given you his knife this time around."
"But…how did you beat him so fast?" Polnareff pressed, knowing full well that, even bereft of The Fool, Iggy was hardly a pushover despite his diminutive size, the little Boston Terrier having been a right terror to friend and foe alike from the moment he joined the Joestar Party.
"I Stopped Time and grabbed him before he even noticed what was going on." Jotaro replied casually, as if he were merely commenting on the weather instead of casually admitting to giving the laws of physics the middle finger "I think I'm getting the hang of it too, lasted a bit longer that time."
Before Polnareff could comment on how broken that ability was, though he had to admit it was nice to have it on their side for once, he was forced to fall into step alongside Jotaro as the younger Joestar stepped forward to confront their assailants.
"Now then," Jotaro called out, leveling his trademark intimidating glare down at the doppelgangers with his hands in his pockets, Star Platinum nowhere in sight, though given the Stand's impossible Speed, it didn't matter if they could see it or not "Let's see who you really are. Ready Gramps?"
"Indeed." Joseph confirmed, steeping forward with a grim expression on his face as a cluster of purple, thorny vines emerged from his arm "Looks like it's my [Hermit Purple]'s time to shine-!"
"Arretez!" Polnareff called out in warning, the Frenchman holing up an arm to keep the elder Joestar back, the Crusaders looking on in shock as the bodies of their assailants began to glow with an ominous purple light "W-what the hell is that light-?!" the Frenchman exclaimed, only to cry out in alarm as the two vanished into thin air "Avdol! Iggy!"
"Son of a bitch!" Joseph swore, lowering the arm he'd used to shield his eyes with a scowl "Seriously, who were those guys? First they jump us at the airport, then they vanish in a flash of light before we can question them? just what the hell is going on here?"
"I'm afraid I don't know, Monsieur Joestar." Polnareff confessed, his normally jovial expression decidedly grim as he stared at the spot the two had previously occupied "However, I can say now for certain that those weren't impostors…having fought him before, I can confirm that was indeed the genuine Avdol, which means that was also the real Iggy."
"Don't be absurd!" Joseph countered, though it was clear by how shaken he appeared that even he didn't sound entirely convinced by his own words "Something like that…" he trailed of with a frown "Wait…perhaps…"
"You think of something, gramps?" Jotaro pressed, only to stiffen, his scowl intensifying as he sensed blood lust being directed at them from behind, the younger Joestar turning to glare at the rooftop behind them "Who's there?!"
"I'm impressed." A familiar voice called out, the Crusaders' eyes widening in disbelief at the sight of the tall, slender Japanese youth, clad in a green Gakuran, peering down at them from the rooftop overhead, his eyes, hidden behind a pair of black ray-bans, set in a handsome face beneath a head of cherry-coloured hair "There aren't many who could fight off those two."
"K-Kakyoin!" Jotaro exclaimed, shocked despite himself at the sight of the first Stand User he'd ever fought, setting aside his encounter with Avdol, a former Assassin, sent by DIO to eliminate the younger Joestar, only to arguably become Jotaro's closest friend during their adventure.
The self-same friend who sacrificed his life to reveal the secret of DIO's Stand, [The World], whose broken body Jotaro had last seen being prepped for return to Japan, where he would receive a Hero's burial courtesy of the Speedwagon Foundation, for what little comfort it would bring to his parents.
Needless to say, the sight of his formerly dead friend radiating the same blood lust he'd sensed during their fight in the school infirmary was giving Jotaro a major sense of deja-vu, and he didn't appreciate it one bit.
"Why so surprised, Kujo Jotaro?" Kakyoin demanded with the same cold mockery from when he'd manipulated the school nurse to attack the young Joestar "It's just the same as Avdol and Iggy, we have all sworn our allegiance to the Noble One." He pointed dramatically at the trio "And for that reason, we must eliminate you!"
"They got to you too, Kakyoin?!" Polnareff exclaimed, gaping at the younger Stand User in disbelief, heartbroken at the thought of having to face against another former comrade "Fils de Pute! Just what the hell is going on here?!"
"Stand down, Polnareff!" Joseph commanded, holding out a hand to halt the Frenchman as he made to step forward "You can't fight properly in your condition." He explained, earning a grimace from the younger Stand user as he glared up at Kakyoin "Besides, didn't I say it was Hermit Purple's time to shine?" he reminded them, popping the joints on his mechanical hand "I won't let you run away this time, I'll have you cough up everything you know!"
"Save yourself the beat-down and come quietly, Kakyoin." Jotaro commanded coolly "I've beaten the evil out of you before, so you know I won't hold back just because you're acting weird."
"Indeed, I am intimately aware of the power of Star Platinum." Kakyoin confessed, removing his sunglasses, revealing the vertical scars over his eyes as he glared down at them condescendingly "However, knowing this, do you truly think I would so brazenly challenge you to a direct confrontation without taking precautions?"
"What?" Jotaro frowned, only to curse as movement out the corner of his eye forced him to lean back, narrowly avoiding the high-speed attack even as Star Platinum lashed out to deflect it "The hell-?! Water-?!"
"Get down!" Polnareff yelled, the Frenchman cursing as he used [Silver Chariot] to deflect a hail of Emeralds that would've taken Joseph's head off "Merde! We're surrounded!"
"You bastard!" Jotaro swore, turning to face Kakyoin again, only to curse as he was forced to step back to avoid another slash at the knee, Star Platinum lashing out to deflect yet another hail of Emeralds from a completely different direction.
"T-This is-!" Joseph exclaimed, his eyes widening in recognition "Polnareff! Jotaro! Don't make any sudden movements!" he commanded "I've seen this before, back when we challenged DIO! This is [Hierophant Green]'s Barrier!"
"Indeed, it is, Joseph Joestar." Kakyoin confirmed, standing proud with his arms crossed before him, one hand making devil horns while the other pointed up "Kujo Jotaro, you may have unlocked the ability to stop time, but you have yet to master it! At this distance, you will not be able to reach me before time resumes! And thanks to this barrier, not only are you caged in, but I can strike at you from anywhere within twenty meters!"
"We'll see about that!" Jotaro snapped, intending to use Star Platinum to boost his jump, only to curse as something cut his knee, forcing him to stumble forwards, his eyes widening as his hand nudged one of Hierophant Green's strands "Shit! STAR PLATINUM!"
Almost instantaneously, the sounds of their surroundings vanished just as Jotaro hit the ground, the Joestar rolling clear of the strands, favoring his wounded knee as he rose in a crouch, glaring not at the Emeralds frozen en-route to his previous position, but at the seemingly innocent looking puddle on the rooftop.
Innocent, that is, were it not for the droplets of blood, his blood, which were frozen in the act of trailing into it.
'So that's what's going on.' He deduced, cursing under his breath even as he felt his control over the stopped time fade, the sounds of Cairo's nightlife returning like a clap of thunder, along with his grandfather's cry of alarm as the emeralds slammed into the spot he'd just vacated "Yare-Yare…so they brought you back as well, N'Doul?"
"As sharp as ever, Kujo Jotaro." Kakyoin begrudgingly applauded from atop his perch "Indeed, despite my assurances that I alone would be enough to handle you, the Noble One saw fit to partner me with one of his most trusted acolytes." He glared at the Joestar "Between my [Hierophant Green] and his [Geb], there is no way you'll be able to approach us!"
"I think all that time you spent as a corpse rotted your brains, Kakyoin." Jotaro mocked, maintaining his usual cool façade in an attempt to agitate the teen "Did you forget, I already know the weakness of N'Doul's stand? It reacts to noise, so he won't be able to tell where I am between Time Stops since my position has changed." He smirked mockingly "And with all this background noise, he'll have a hard time picking out my voice unless he's relatively nearby!"
"True, N'Doul's ability to track you is limited within the confines of the city." Kakyoin confessed, his eyes never leaving Jotaro's own "However, such matters are moot. After all, you are confined within my Barrier." He glanced to the crouching forms of Polnareff and Joseph "And you aren't our only target."
"Shit, move it gramps!" Jotaro barked, only to curse as Polnareff stumbled, slowing the pair down just as Kakyoin launched another hail of Emeralds their way "STAR PLATINUM!"
"ORA!" the Stand roared, halting time once again as Jotaro hurled himself back towards his Grandfather and friend, lashing out at the projectiles to deflect them into the rooftop as time resumed, only to curse as [Geb] lashed out at his legs once again "Dammit!"
"I see that my estimation of your character was not incorrect." Kakyoin mused smugly, "Despite your gruff, unsociable actions, beneath that tough facade you are a man who values his loved ones above all else, to the point you will go to any lengths to protect them, even if it means distancing yourself." He scowled "However, I am not so accommodating as to honor such nobility. In order to protect the Noble One, I will use any means to crush all those who threaten him! EMERALD SPLASH!"
"Shit! Get down!" Jotaro swore, Star Platinum's fists lashing out to swat as many of the oncoming projectiles out of the air as he could, entrusting his back to Polnareff after seeing Silver Chariot using it's fencing foil and afterimages to do the same, whilst simultaneously warding off Geb whenever the water Stand moved to strike.
"Son of a Bitch! They've got us pinned down!" Joseph cursed, keeping his head down as the two younger Stand Users focussed on defence "It's times like this I wish we had more ranged attackers!"
"Monsieur Joestar, can you locate the other Stand User?" Polnareff gasped, the Frenchman crouching next to the elder Joestar, both to cover him and reduce the strain on his injured leg, his eyes glancing in all directions as he used Silver Chariot's After-Images to guard the rear.
"He's on the same rooftop as Kakyoin!" Joseph confirmed, glancing down at the map his [Hermit Purple] had drawn in the dusty floor beneath him "But that won't do us any good if we're pinned down like this!"
"Where is he precisely?" Polnareff demanded, glancing down at the map only to grit his teeth in preparation "D'accord! Jotaro! I want you to stop time and toss me in the air! As high as you can!"
"You what?!" Jotaro barked, glancing back at the Frenchman as if he were insane, only to see the resolution in his eyes "Shit, don't blame me if you croak! STAR PLATINUM!"
"Just throw me straight up!" Polnareff barked, only to blink as he suddenly found himself flying through the air, the French Stand User twisting around to see Star Platinum bravely facing off against the hail of Emeralds alone whilst Jotaro covered his Grandfather as best he could while Kakyoin glared down at them from the rooftop, their former comrade having yet to realise his absence.
'Have to make this count!' he swore, his eyes narrowing as he espied a cloaked figure huddled in the shadow of the enclosed stairwell leading down from the roof "Te Voila! I see you, N'Doul!" he snarled, summoning Silver Chariot with the intent of lunging at the blind man from on high, only to choke as several impacts rammed into his ribcage, sending him crashing into the rooftop below.
"Foolishness, Jean Pierre Polnareff." Kakyoin mocked, glaring up at the wounded Frenchman even as he continued to barrage Star Platinum with Emeralds from within the Barrier "Did you truly believe you were safe just because you managed to escape the confines of my barrier-!"
He trailed off with a choke as something stabbed into his back, the former Crusader turning to gape over his shoulder in disbelief at the silvery fencing foil buried into his shoulder-blade.
"Heh, don't look so surprised, Kakyoin." Polnareff scoffed at his former comrade as blood dripped from his lips, Silver Chariot, it's blade conspicuously missing, aiming directly at the wall of the building just behind the teen, having ricocheted the blade to pierce him from behind "Not even Jotaro knew about my ace, there's no way you'd have been able to predict it."
"You…!" Kakyoin hissed, his eyes flaring with anger, only to choke as several thorny vines wrapped around his upper torso, binding his arms to his sides, the former crusader glancing up in time to see Jotaro and Joseph descending on him from on high, the younger Joestar having used his momentary distraction to grab his Grandfather and leap into the air, allowing Joseph to use [Hermit Purple] to simultaneously restrain the teen and pull them towards the rooftop "Damn it!" he swore, struggling against the Hamon-infused vines in a futile bid for freedom "N'Doul, kill Polnareff!"
"With pleasure!" N'Doul confirmed, the Egyptian Assassin having immediately recalled his stand the moment Polnareff had so foolishly declared his attempt on his life, the liquid claw launching itself at the prone Crusader, intent on ripping him to shreds "Die, Polnareff!"
And we'll just leave off there.
As you can see, I took certain liberties with the matches this time round, most notably the fact that Jotaro would've abused the hell out of his newfound [Time Stop] to take down Iggy.
Remember, Jotaro himself confessed that he wasn't certain he could defeat [The Fool] in a straight up fight, especially not in the desert. But that was before he learnt how to Stop Time, so even if Iggy wasn't limited to his own sand due to being on a Cairo rooftop, Jotaro really didn't give him the chance to fight back.
The next change is the fact that N'Doul wouldn't be so stupid as to reveal himself along with Kakyoin, instead acting in tandem with the teen from the shadows. This goes double since, as mentioned, his ability to track their opponents is limited due to all the noise pollution in the city compared to the desert.
How will Polnareff get out of this one? Much like the upcoming Vento Aureo Anime, you'll have to wait and see!
Till then, Stand Proud you Crazy, Noisy, Bizarre Fans!