Alex sprinted through the busy airport, ducking and weaving under clusters of bystanders with the occasional "Hey, watch it, ya little punk!" or "You're lucky you're already runnin', boy!"

"Gee," Alex thought as he broke through yet another wall of people, "California sure is a friendly state."

Despite the hateful outbursts and attempted pursuit by airport security for about ten seconds at one point, Alex used the time he had bought to think of a weakness, some sort of flaw that could allow him to defeat Incognito. "Let's see," he contemplated. "Incognito can use other people's Stands in battle as well as its own ability to shoot those purple drill things. It's definitely got more self control than its user. Kaze could barely keep his emotions in check for more than a minu-"

Alex tucked into a roll as a wall of magenta spines rocketed at him. The projectiles sailed over him and impaled themselves into a bathroom entryway. "Damn," he remarked. "Is a crowded airport really the place for long-range scare tactics?"

Suddenly, a lightbulb lit up in Alex's head. Well actually, it was more like an office building, because the plan he had just formulated clicked together better than any puzzle ever could. The teen darted left into a gift shop and ducked behind a rack of souvenir T-Shirts. The fronts read "A little heat never hurt anybody" and was followed up by "Except for me because I'm on fire right now" on the back. "That doesn't make much sense to me," Alex thought, "but if whoever made these found it funny, then I guess I can't complain."

Alex stiffed his breath and crouched as low as he could. He heard footsteps dash into the store and slow down to an inching pace. "That's him," he thought. In one swift motion, Alex brought out Overkill and slammed his fist into the rack, sending it rocketing at Incognito. The Stand barely had time to turn his head before the projectile caught him in the chest and threw him back into the airport plaza. Incognito sailed through a large crowd of people and collided with the wall opposite the souvenir shop.

Hundreds of people craned their necks to see what was causing the commotion. Airport security rushed over as Incognito clambered to his feet and glared in the direction of the shop where the rack had come from. One of the officers reached out to give him a hand. "Sir, are you alri-"

Incognito slammed his fist into the guard's face without even looking in his direction, sending him reeling to the floor about 20 meters away. The remaining officers tensed up and reached for their tasers and nightsticks. A few even reached for their guns. Another one stepped forward. "Sir, I'm going to have to ask you to come with us," he requested, able to finish his sentence this time. Ignoring the officer, Incognito darted forward, breaking through the line of officers and making for the souvenir shop. Alex leapt out through the entrance and to the left, sprinting down the corridor to outspeed Incognito. The Stand shifted direction to pursue the fleeting Joestar.

"Hey, he's getting away and chasing some kid! After him!" one of the security members shouted. Alex shook his head slightly. "Looks like Jotaro was right to book that flight from San Fransisco and not here," he thought. Alex put on the brakes and drifted for a bit before dashing around a corner and toward the Gates. He glanced back to see Incognito still in close pursuit. "Damn," he said to himself, still keeping his breathing in check. "He's almost close enough to use Star Platinum: The World."

As if on cue, Incognito dove into a roll, bringing out Star Platinum. "Star Platinum The World!" he yelled, slowing time to a stop. He sprung up from the roll and dashed at the immobilized Joestar. "I've surely won! Five seconds should be more than enough time to land a hit on this boy!"

As Incognito was halfway to Alex, he noticed something peculiar. Someone, a pedestrian, was walking past him. He turned to see Alex, running once again. "What?!" he raged. "Star Platinum could stop time for five seconds during Jotaro's battle with DIO! How is this possible?!"

Alex chuckled to himself as he put a bit more distance between Incognito and himself. "Guess neglect of the technique helped me in this case," he muttered to himself.

Incognito scoffed. "Damn. Well I guess I'll just have to do it again. Star Platinum: The World!"

Incognito continued running, but so did Alex. "You've gotta be kidding, this thing needs a cooldown, too?" he whined. The Stand kept up his chase, darting every way Alex went. "Well in that case, I'll just have to wait until a I get a clear shot at him."

Alex burst through a crowd of people, spilling someone's coffee. Amid the insults they were all screaming his way, he didn't have time to listen to them, as Incognito was catching up, and at an alarming rate too. Finally, he spotted where he wanted to be. Gate G24, a flight to Cairo, Egypt would be departing from there in approximately half an hour. The Joestar smirked. "Guess he is going to Egypt after all."

Alex dashed toward the waiting area and hurdled over a few chairs, turning into an area between chairs. He stood tall and firm. "Everybody get out of here now!" he shouted, picking up the attention of multiple people in the general area. Incognito rushed at him, bringing out Star Platinum. "You fool! You've backed yourself into a corner!"

Alex grinned and brought out Overkill. "On the contrary! This is exactly what I planned!" he retaliated. Incognito and Star Platinum lunged at Alex and Overkill. Alex's Stand immediately brought its hands to block the oncoming barrage of punches thrust at him. "Oraoraoraoraora," Star Platinum cried, pounding a blocking Overkill. "ORA!"

Alex flew back with the force of that final Ora and shattered the glass window separating the airport and the runway. Incognito stared at him as he hit the pavement, using Overkill to better support his landing. The Stand leapt out the hole he had made after him and gently wafted down to the pavement. "You sly dog," he tutted. "So this was your plan, was it? Get out here so you could have more space to run?"

Alex shook his head. "Wrong again," he surmised. "I came out here so we'd have more space to fight."

Incognito let a laugh escape his lips as the Joestar stared defiantly at him. "You can't be serious! You think you can win in hand-to-hand or long range? Either way, I have the advantage! There's no way you can beat me out here!"

"Just watch me," Alex retorted. Incognito stiffened his expression. "Fine then, let's dance!"

The two Stand users rushed at each other, summoning their Stands. Both Star Platinum and Overkill met fist-to-fist. From then on, it was a massive barrage of punches, Oras coming from Star Platinum, Kuras coming from Overkill. "Oraoraoraoraoraora! Kurauraurauraura!" both Stands were shouting their cries as fast as their punches would allow them, each Stand matching blow for blow perfectly. Finally, after what seemed an eternity, Star Platinum let out one final "ORA!" and Overkill yelled one last "KURA!"

Both Stands remained with their fists colliding with one another as their users looked on in silence. Alex smirked as he withdrew Overkill. "That should do it," he nodded, satisfied with his progress. Incognito stared at him, confused. "That should do it for what? You're not telling me you're done fighting again, are you?"

Alex shrugged to let Incognito see his emotions. "Don't need to anymore," he confirmed. Incognito stamped his foot down like a little child. "And why is that?!" he demanded. Alex lifted up a finger and pointed behind the enraged Stand. "I sure hope you haven't forgotten where we are."

Incognito whirled around to see a Boeing 747-8 airplane headed to Egypt boring down on him at a rapid speed. Incognito brought out Star Platinum and tried to jump up out of the way. "Even if Star Platinum popped that wheel, it'd still be going too fast for you to avoid," Alex warned, out of the way of danger. "Just face it, you've lost."

Incognito ignored him and Star Platinum drove its fist through the frame connecting the wheel to the rest of the plane, taking the entire front wheel off. The wheel flew behind the body of the plane as the aircraft lurched forward, its front half dragging along the ground. As the plane zipped past Alex, Incognito reached out with Star Platinum and grabbed his collar. The Stand threw the boy toward another flight that was about to take off. Alex gripped onto the top of the craft with Overkill. Incognito sprung from the Boeing to the other plane's wing and began to scale the side. A young boy looked out the window and tugged at his mother's sleeve. "Mommy, there's a man climbing up the window," he tried. His mother answered blankly, not even looking in his direction. "Mhm, that's nice, dear."

Incognito hoisted himself on top of the plane. Alex got to his feet and stared Incognito in the eyes. "Are you ready to fight like a Joestar now?" the Stand taunted. Alex's expression didn't change. "I have been," he replied. Incognito scoffed. "LIke I said before," he continued, " you can't trust a Joestar, no matter how much buildup they have."

Alex rushed at Incognito, who grabbed him with Star Platinum and threw him toward the tail of the plane. Alex latched onto it with Overkill and shot himself at Incognito, missing and landing a few meters ahead of him. "You know what? Screw your game!" Alex yelled as he raced back toward the Stand. "I'm not gonna truly 'win' until I beat your ass into oblivion!"

Incognito giggled with delight. "Go on then, I'd love to see you try!"

Both Alex and Overkill yelled out their cry with their next barrage. "Kuraurauraurauraura!" they screamed. "KURA!"

Star Platinum countered every punch with an "Ora!" and delivered an final "ORA!" as well. Incognito chuckled as Alex took a few steps back. "You see? You can't possibly beat me!"

The Stand lunged at Alex, grabbing him by the shoulders and pinning his back to the top of the plane. "Your perspective on the rules may have changed," he noted, "but mine still remain the same! It's time to die, Alexander Joestar!"

As Star Platinum brought its fist back to deal the final blow, Alex moved his head to the left and bit down as hard as he could on Incognito's right wrist. "YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHOOOOOOO!" he whooped, letting go of Alex and missing Star Platinum's punch. The Stand's fist went through the roof of the plane right above the head of the little boy from before. He stared up in awe at the two men fighting above him. He tugged on his mom's sleeve again. "Mommy, there are two people fighting on top of the plane," he said. "Can you help them get down?"

This time, his mother looked up at the hole and saw Incognito clutching his bitten hand. "Well," the boy asked again, "can you help them?"

His mother gazed down at him with a mournful stare. "We don't get involved in other people's affairs," she reminded him. "And besides, mommy's Guns N' Roses isn't supposed to be used unless absolutely necessary. Now face forward and don't look up, Mercury."

The little boy nodded and looked away from the fight. His little hands twitched. "I… I can do something! I have to help those poor people!"

Closing his eyes, the boy silently summoned his Stand, a little grey ball with red slits for eyes, and made a tiny crack that slightly extended past the hole Star Platinum made. His mother grabbed his arm and his Stand disappeared. "Mercury!" she hissed. "I told you not to use your Sweet Child O' Mine! Don't interfere!"

Mercury looked down in shame and listened for any signs of the crack getting bigger. Nothing. Then suddenly, the area around the hole burst as a massive fissure spread out along the top of the plane. Startled by this, the people inside the plane began to panic as Mercury's face lit up in awe. "Woah, cool!" he exclaimed. "It's never been that big before!"

On top of the plane, as Incognito clutched his wrist in pain and Alex got back up to his feet, a massive fissure caught them off balance and sent the two fighters tumbling off the plane as it screeched to a halt. Mercury looked out the window as they flew backward toward the runway. He looked back at his mother ecstatically. "I did it, mommy! I helped them get off!" he yelled. His mother buried her face in her hands. "All I wanted was a nice family vacation," she drifted off.

Alex hit the pavement. Hard. Overkill nullified most of the impact, but there was still enough to cause him pain when he stood back up. "That," he moaned, "was NOT part of the plan."

Across the runway, Incognito stared at him gravely. "You," he accused, breathing heavily. "Did you do that?"

Alex shook his head. "I'm as confused as you are about that," he assured. "But don't think it's gonna stop me from kicking your ass."

Incognito flashed a starry grin as a cargo lift drove up in between them. The driver got out and marched over to Incognito. "Alright, buster. You better have a really damn sound explanation for this, and maybe your sentence might lose a year or two."

Incognito tried to peer over the driver's shoulder, but he was snapped back to reality, literally. "Hey, wiseguy, I'm talkin' to you," the man said, snapping his fingers in front of Incognito's face. "You got anything to say?"

Alex got down on all fours and began to crawl toward the lift. "I've got a chance," he thought, "might as well use it."

The Joestar crawled up into the driver's seat and turned the keys. The sudden revving of the engine shocked the driver, causing him to turn around. "Hey kid, what're ya doing?!" he demanded in an Italian accent. "Don't touch that! Ya need authorizatio-"

The driver was cut off by Alex slamming the brake and driving the lift away from the two others. Incognito pointed at the escaping Joestar. "I think you need to have a word with him as well," he joked.

The Italian turned around, obviously miffed. "You think this is a time for joking, ya mook? You're still in deep shit, ya hear?!"

Incognito ignored him and quickly got on one of the service elevators leading up to the airport. "Hey, where d'you think you're going?!" the driver demanded. The doors closed and Incognito was gone. The driver sighed heavily. "Boy, it's gonna be one of those days."

Alex drove faster and faster, desperately looking for the Gate the Boeing had departed from. Finally, he found it. Gate G24, empty and devoid of security. Perfect. Alex dove off the vehicle and leapt into the service elevator, re-entering the airport.

Both Alex and Incognito rushed toward each other, wanting to deal the final blow. They both turned a corner and then there they were, face-to-face once again. Incognito smirked and put his hands in his pockets. "So you didn't turn tail and run," he noted. "It seems you Joestars do have some honor after all."

Alex curled his hands into fists and brought out Overkill. "Enough with the idle chit-chat," he snapped. "I'm ending your sick game right here, right now."

At that moment a whole squadron of SWAT units entered the area, riot shields and all. "Step away from the child and come with us!" the leader demanded. "Do that and we can leave quietly."

Alex looked over his shoulder at the team. He flashed them a quick smile and a thumbs-up. "Sorry guys, but I can't allow you to do that," he apologized. "I can take care of this," he finished, turning back to Incognito. The two glared at each other, and then Alex let out a giggle. Then a chuckle, and then it turned into full out laughter with the Joestar doubling over and clutching his stomach. "Why so giddy?" Incognito asked. "This is your downfall, yet you laugh?"

Alex hoisted himself back up, wiping a tear from his eye. "I'm sorry," he said. "You're just really not that good at paying attention to your surroundings."

Incognito looked around cautiously. A stroke of recognition hit him instantaneously. "This…" he recalled. "This is… the cafe where our 'game' began."

Alex smirked. "Exactly," he gloated. "And that's not all, either."

Incognito's jaw dropped as the Joestar stepped off to the side. The slumped over body of Kaze Kiwasaka laid on the table behind Alex. "You can't possibly be planning to…"

Alex raised his fist and flipped Incognito the middle finger. "Yepperoni, pepperoni. If I attack the user, that'll still count as a hit, right?"

The Joestar whipped around and sent Overkill forward. Incognito dove at them, but to no avail, as he was sent back by the vicious onslaught of punches Overkill unleashed on Kaze. "Kurauraurauraurauraurauraura," the two shouted out in tandem. Both Alex and Overkill brought their fists back to deliver the final blow. "KURA!"

The moment the punch made contact, Incognito was sent flying out of Jotaro's body and snapped back into Kaze's as the time stop was lifted. Kaze flew back and slammed into the cafe wall with extreme force as Alex and Overkill turned away. "Yoi Kami," he sighed. "The entire plan I formulated was a distraction to lead us both back here. Even an idiot could tell I was improvising half the time."

Alex glanced back at Kaze's broken body stuck in the wall. "But I guess some people are too ignorant to even be on the level of an idiot," he finished, walking over to Jotaro, who was just beginning to stand back up.

Name: Kaze Kiwasaka

Stand Power: Possession

Bones broken and head damage-Retired