"This body…" The newly born figure stated, pressing their index finger to their lips as they ran their free hand over their rather tall frame. "This will do. Ah, yes, I suppose I need a name, as well."

Joji Kujo stared at what had unfolded before his eyes, his mind having trouble processing the events that had led up to this moment. He had remembered watching Alandria Megumi and Yoshikage Kagerou clutching each other's hands, but then they appeared to conjoin. This had to be the ability of Alandria's Stand, he knew it.

"Hm. As for my name, I think it shall be… Issho Kage." Issho Kage said, rubbing their chin before their gaze snuck towards the bewildered Joji. "What is the matter, child? What is leaving you so amazed that you can't speak?"

"What did you do? Was that a Stand ability?!" Joji demanded, his light violet aura spiking as his caution rose as well. "I don't know what's going on exactly, but you better pray that you didn't touch my friends!"

"And what if I plan to do so, human?" Issho asked, their arms drooping to each side of their frame as they slowly walked forward. "You know just as well as I do what the Wall-Eyes can do. I knew what they did for you, they could do for me… before I was born, Alandria had enlisted Yoshikage to hunt those who did not follow the will of the Wall-Eyes, as they bestowed Stands to the public, to those who were worthy. You, as Josuke, had made a deal with them but you never thought to return the favor. You are a nuisance, as are the rest of the filth within Morioh. So, it is my duty to punish the wicked."

"The will of the Wall-eyes? That makes no goddamn sense to me…" Joji murmured, one of his eyes moving to see that all of his friends had still been unconscious, but he had noticed something odd; Thomas was missing. "Huh? Where did he go?"

"Perhaps, you should focus on what is happening here, human child." Issho said calmly and smoothly, their voice almost like honey. "For now, you are my only target, so you should be wary. If you are truly as angry as you sound, then let us begin."

"Come on, then!" Joji shouted as he charged forward, his Philosopher King's fist extending as it attempted to land a hard blow on Issho's face, which remained visually unchanging. "DORA!"

"Citizen Zero." Issho stated softly, a disconnected fist meeting with Philosopher King's, promptly stopping it in its track – though it had appeared that the fist could not move either. "It appears that our Stands are equal in physical strength. Interesting."

Citizen Zero completely manifested, revealing its lean figure to Joji. It had been seven feet tall, its head featureless aside from the concave holes on the left and right side of it. Its head's coloration was a rainbow color, which twisted around the rest of its body. Its hands had floated a few inches away from its arms, its fingers missing their tips, only having sloped ends.

"DORA!" Philosopher King shouted as its other fist rocketed towards Citizen Zero's abdomen, only to lock with its knuckles once more; the rainbow colored Stand suddenly jumped upward and disconnected the stalemate, its foot meeting with the muscular Philosopher King's chest, the force of the blow knocking it and its user backwards several feet.

"That test went rather well. Shall we go for another round, child?" Issho asked, stepping forward as Joji strained to catch his breath, which had been utterly knocked out of him with that single kick. "You aren't terribly injured. Your Stand's durability must be nothing to laugh at, then."

This asshole is just analyzing everything that's happening… they probably already know my Philosopher King's ability, since Yoshikage Kagerou had witnessed what Act Three could do. But, I still have an idea of what Act Four can do. Joji thought to himself, his gaze shifting towards his fallen comrades for only a moment. I need to get away from my friends, though, before they get caught in the crossfire!

Joji did not utter a single word before darting away from Issho, his dark eyes aiming for the forest that he and Yoshikage Kagerou had been battling in just minutes ago. He did not even bother to look behind him as he dashed into the lush forest, immediately finding a thick tree to hide behind.

Issho had arrived only a few seconds later, not appearing to be winded as they traversed the forest floor. He appeared to be clueless as to Joji's whereabouts, who had only been hiding near a tree that was only a few meters away.

"Child, if you do not show yourself, I will merely have to destroy this forest. I am not bluffing." Issho said firmly, their Citizen Zero pressing its palm onto a nearby tree. "I'll count to three, you have until then to come out and face me."

Think, think, think! You don't know what their Stand can do, but you shouldn't even risk it. You need to come up with a plan and distract them, then attack them when they aren't even looking! Joji thought to himself, sweat dripping down his spine. Damn it, I might just have to risk it… it could give me an opening!

"I warned you." Issho sighed, a great force exiting out from Citizen Zero's palm; the tree that it had touched suddenly bent, cracking in half as it caved in on itself, tumbling over towards another tree as it did so, the force from the impact still carrying over. "My Citizen Zero's power is that it can implode anything it touches. Your efforts to defeat me will be ultimately fruitless, so come out, and face your demise."

Joji only watched in awe as the sheer force of the blast cracked apart several of the trees in Issho's path, an enormous clearing being forged out from the mass destruction that had ensued. Issho turned around, making their way towards another set of trees.

I couldn't even focus... they can make things implode just by touching them? So, it's like Yoshikage Kagerou's ability then, but the force is way more directed, and not a frenzy like his bombs were. Joji thought, rubbing his chin. He did have to touch it, too… it doesn't seem like his Stand has much range, either. I just need to work my magic, and I can get out of this safely.

Philosopher King struck the ground a few times before backing up against the tree as well, kanji forming onto the forest floor as Joji stared at Issho, who was still making their way to their next target. Joji smirked, ready to put his new ability to the test.

Vroom.

Out of thin air, an average sized car appeared, its engine roaring loudly. The vehicle bolted towards Issho, who turned around to see it rushing towards them – and they would have counter attacked, but it was far too late when it had finally reached them.

The vehicle crashed against their lean frame, their bones and spine cracking from the impact as their body was flung across the ground; the vehicle passed over them, its tires digging into their muscles before moving away from their now shattered body.

"Did I get 'em?" Joji asked himself, stepping out from his hideout to take a closer look at the body. Issho had started to twitch violently, their spine effectively out of place as blood pooled beneath them. "Hell yeah, I got you, you piece of dog shit!"

Issho grunted as their body slowly sat up, withholding a scream as their bones appeared to reform in their shattered arms; their spine had started to reform and realign as well, the blood slipping back into their body as they stood back up, as if nothing had ever happened.

"Quite a versatile ability you have there, child." Issho murmured, stretching out their arms as they became usable once more. "It seems I have neglected to tell you something, however. I am still unable to be killed, as I am a spirit. That is what I meant when I said your struggle to put an end to me is fruitless; try as you might, it is simply impossible to destroy what has already been destroyed."

"Everything has a weakness, and you're not an exception to that rule." Joji said without a doubt, his Stand's fists clenching even tighter. "I'll just have to keep shattering your body until you give up. How does that sound?"

"Fleeing or giving in is simply not an option for me, human." Issho said, his intense white aura overflowing from his body and onto the earth. "Now, let us return to the battle at hand. I am eager to finish what we started."

Citizen Zero's hands attempted to grab a hold of Joji's throat, only for the teenage boy to jump backward as his Philosopher King's tail shot forward, the sharp end of it cutting straight through Issho's neck smoothly.

"Take that, you damn bastard!" Joji yelled as Philosopher King's pulled out from Issho's throat, allowing its user to quickly dart away from the scene to try and find a new hiding place while his enemy recovered from the sudden strike. "I gotta get the fuck out of the way before they manage to land a solid hit!"

Joji had managed to move quite the distance before he jumped upward, his Stand grabbing onto a tree branch as he pulled himself up. He latched onto it, jumping to another one so he could hide himself within it and attempt to keep an eye on Issho's movements.

Issho pulled themselves out from the dirt, rubbing where their neck wound once was; they shrugged and stepped further into the forest, a look of what appeared to be irritation stuck on their face.

"It appears that this human likes to sneak around, and strike when I am least expecting it. I suppose I will do what I must, then." Issho stated, bending downward as Citizen Zero pressed its palm onto the forest floor. "I will completely destroy this place, just to find you, Joji Kujo. Do not underestimate what you cannot comprehend."

"Holy shit, this is bad." Joji's eyes widened, knowing that Issho appeared to keep their word when it came to threats, especially after their showcase of power. "I have to jump down and strike before they manage to eviscerate the entire fucking forest!"

Joji jumped onto the branch below him, his Stand landing a solid hit on it to form the word boing in kanji upon it; from there appeared to be a rather large spring, which the teenage boy had pressed his feet on before launching himself towards Issho.

"I have you right where I want you." Issho licked their lips, their Citizen Zero's fist suddenly shooting up to meet with Joji's left arm – though, they had not expected Joji's other fist to make contact with their jaw. "Guh!"

Joji felt an almost indescribable pain ring throughout the bones in his left arm, the force of the blow sending him flying backwards, his face raking against the dirt as he coughed violently; he attempted to force himself back up onto his feet, but he had noticed that he was unable to feel anything in his left arm that was not a nagging, cracking pain.

"Goddamn it…" Joji cringed as he forced himself up with his only usable arm, panting heavily as he felt blood slide down his face, indicating that he had cut his head after sliding across the earth. "They only hit me once, but my arm… damn it all to hell, can I even faze this fucker?!"

"If it's any consolation, that hurt quite a bit." Issho frowned, crossing their arms. "You would have broken my neck if I did not have the ability to regenerate. I can see that is proving to be quite troublesome for you, am I correct?"

"Go fuck yourself." Joji grunted, his confidence slowly giving way to new thoughts of hopelessness. "I'm not giving up… even if you are a new person, you killed so many people before today. I won't let that go unanswered!"

"How foolish. They merely had an early taste of the judgment that would have been brought to them anyways, so where is the point in being angry?" Issho asked, as if they had been genuinely confused by Joji's act of frustration. "This world had quite the lifespan, but now it shall be snuffed out. All I have to do is make it perfectly clear to you that none can rival justice."

"You call this shit justice?! You wouldn't know justice if it was two feet in front of your face, asshole!" Joji shouted, his light violet aura growing. "You're not even a person, you're a goddamn monster!"

"I had expected you would call me such a thing, but, what you believe has no meaning to me. Shall we get this over with?" Issho rose their eyebrow, pressing their hand onto the forest floor before smirking. "I want you to try and dodge this; if you do not, you will most certainly die or lose the ability to move your legs."

"Damn it, I'm too far away!" Joji shouted as a ripple of force bore into the dirt, the teenager jumping high into the air as the impact closed in on him, a fraction of it crawling up into his leg. "Fuck!"

Joji felt the inside of his left leg shatter as the trees around him toppled over one another, mere seconds passing as the implosion in the earth had nearly wiped out the entirety of the forest their battle had been taking place within.

"Now, you have nowhere to hide. Have you given up yet, child?" Issho stepped forward, dark clouds gathering overhead as they stepped toward the teenage boy who had landed, his left leg completely broken and useless. "You've suffered the loss of one of your arms, and even the loss of one of your legs. You are finished, are you not?"

"Not a chance in hell!" Joji shouted almost instantly, which had made Issho's feline eyes widen in shock; this boy's stubbornness simply had no boundaries it seemed. "The minute you get close to me, I'm going to beat your ass with one hand!"

"If you will not concede, I will simply have to convince you that your efforts are not worth the pain that is going to be brought down upon you." Issho said, extending one of their hands towards Joji's only active arm. "It will be a lesson, child."

Joji could only attempt to crawl away, but he felt his confidence draining with every step that Issho took. He had to think as hard as he could, and try to think of a way to somehow take them by surprise; but, maybe it was just impossible.

Before Issho could make another step, six bullets entered into the back of their skull which had forced them to slump over; Joji instantly turned to see that Thomas had been standing several feet away from them, a small smirk on their face.

"I don't know what the fuck happened exactly, but I'll be damned if I let a kid die on my watch." Thomas frowned, running forward and kicking Issho in the mouth before moving further away. "Piece of shit, putting me through that living hell… you better stay down, unless you want me to fill you with lead again."

"Thomas! How come you aren't hurt, and why didn't you come to help me sooner?!" Joji asked, half-angry and half-relieved to see that his new comrade had been doing rather well. "Can you pick me up before they get back up? My left leg and my left arm are both shattered."

"Yeah, sure." Thomas said and hurried over to Joji, throwing one of his arms over his shoulders before scooting away from Issho's slowly recovering body. "First of all, I'm experienced with how wars work, kid. I managed to jump out of the way before the impact hit me, but it sure scared the shit out of me; and I didn't help you sooner, because I was trying to find an opening to take that fucker by surprise."

"I guess I would have done the same thing." Joji said, trying to set the pain in his body into the back of his head while he spoke. "But, I need you to get away from here, because the likelihood that you're going to be able to dodge another attack from them is low. I know what to do, but I'm only going to have one shot at this. Do you trust me, Thomas?"

"I just met you, so I probably shouldn't." Thomas said, slowly setting Joji back onto the clearing as rain started to fall in a light drizzle. "But, I want to see how this plays out, so, sure. You got my trust right now, Joji."

"Thanks." Joji said, embedding his Philosopher King's fist into the soil beneath him for a moment. "They're gonna get back up at any moment, so get out of here."

"Will do." Thomas nodded, quickly sprinting out of the way as Issho's body twitched, the six bullets embedded in his skull soon returning to the man's trusty revolver. "It was nice to meet you and all, but I gotta go!"

"You know that you need assistance, and yet, you asked him to trust you to do this yourself." Issho mumbled. "Out of all of the humans that I have met, you are the most bizarre. Do you still truly believe you can defeat the dead?"

"You're damn right I do, and you know what?" Joji asked, grinning as he scooted himself forward, his light purple aura shining brightly. "I'm going to make you wish you never challenged me, Issho Kage. This world doesn't need a virus like you."

"I am a virus, now?" Issho asked, tilting their head. "I cannot understand you, child. You are laying before me with your limbs broken, and yet you speak as if you hold power over me. Explain."

"You're a fool, underestimating what I can do, especially after what's happened today." Joji smirked, the kanji underneath his foot glowing. "You should know something, Issho Kage… a broken body does not mean I have a broken spirit!"

Issho's grey eyes widened in shock as Joji launched forward, his Philosopher King's right fist smashing right through the immortal's gut but that did not appear to be the end of it as kanji formed inside of their guts.

Whoosh.

Issho felt blood fall from their maw and onto the wet earth beneath them, their eyes shaking and their body quivering as they saw a rocket form inside of their reforming body, the engine pushing them forward before bolting forward.

They had absolutely no control over where they were going, but they could turn their head to see that they had been pushed out of the clearing and into a more familiar place; the Wall-eye from which they had been rooted into.

Issho's back had broken from the impact, debris flying and embedding itself into their body as the rock wall completely shattered into thousands of pieces; this made Issho scream out in horror as the Wall-eye completely shattered.

Joji crawled forward, panting heavily as Issho – and their injury did not fade away this time around, though their eyes were still wide and bloodshot. He would have stepped closer, but he could now see that Issho had been staring at him.

"What… what have you done to me?!" Issho screamed as they pulled themselves from the rubble, sand streaming from their eye sockets as they clawed at their face and their body, desperate to keep themselves together; their eyes had eventually become hollow, their entire body falling apart like a sandcastle, bit by bit. "ADHERE TO JUSTICE, JOJI KUJO!"

Joji merely watched as Issho faded away into nothing, soon falling flat on his back as the rain splashed against his bruised and bloodied face. He wanted to laugh so badly, but he could only let sleep take him as victory resonated within his soul.

Joji slowly opened his eyes to see a bright light blurring his view, though he was able to see several figures standing by his bed; he was in a hospital room, that much he could tell. He could start to make out their voices before his eyesight eventually focused, his head turning to see that Jomei Kujo had been standing right by his side, with his friends surrounding him as well.

"I got you here after you nailed Issho, you passed out from the pain." Thomas said, though he could not hide his dumbfounded smile. "You were right, they did have a weakness. I'm surprised you managed to form that plan or even remember it, with all the pain you were going through at the time."

"I still kind of am." Joji looked down to see his left leg in a cast, and saw that his left arm had received the same treatment. "Ugh, I'm gonna be stuck in a hospital for days on end, again… well, I guess it's worth it."

"You made Jovanni proud, I'm sure of that." November said, a small smirk plastered onto his wrinkled face. "What Alandria put me through, in that living hell… I'm just glad she's gone for good."

"Yeah, I'd rather not go through that shit again." Minato stated. "Now that it's finally over, though… what are we supposed to do?"

"I guess we go back to being normal kids." Yuina replied, somewhat disappointed with the ultimate outcome. "I know that it's a good thing that we won, but… it feels really weird. We spent so long trying to help out this town, but we have to go back to being normal students again. I don't have a problem with that, it just doesn't feel the same as it used to."

"But we know we can do something if someone like Yoshikage Kagerou or Alandria ever show up again, though." Yamato interjected, earning a nod from his comrades. "But, there's something we never figured out. Why did the Wall-Eyes suddenly appear out of nowhere?"

"I haven't been able to deduce that myself." Jomei said, running a single hand through his hair as he sighed. "I think we were never meant to know some things. I could always do some research, but I doubt anything would come up."

"That's a shame." November frowned, extending his hand to Joji's only functional arm. "This is a little sudden, but I have to head back home, soon. I have a funeral to attend, and a few people to disappoint."

"Yeah, I understand." Joji said softly, shaking November's hand firmly. "I just want to know something, though, November. Do you regret any of the time you've spent here?"

"I don't regret a thing, Joji Kujo." November smiled warmly, the foreign feeling of happiness clinging to his heart for a few fleeting moments. "It was a treacherous journey, and I lost someone who was very dear to me, but… I don't regret it, because I know he wouldn't, either. You're a shining example of what Jovanni stood for, so never let anyone take that away from you. Do you hear me?"

"Yeah, I hear you." Joji replied, letting go of November's hand as Thomas stepped forward, shaking his hand firmly as well. "It was really cool to work with you both. Make sure you visit us again sometime, yeah?"

"If I ever find the time, yeah… man, my wife is gonna kill me if she finds out what happened here." Thomas joked, laughing as he let go of the teenage boy's hand. "I wrote down my number and put it in your pocket, just in case; whenever you need help, we'll both come running to you."

"I appreciate it." Joji said, waving goodbye as the two men slowly left the hospital room, leaving him alone with his friends. "So, uh, dad. How are you gonna tell mom that I'm in the hospital?"

"I already told her. I said you got hit by a car, but you didn't get hurt too badly." Jomei shrugged, smirking all the way. "Probably a little shaky, but it works; besides, you look like you got hit by a truck, so it was the best idea I had."

"Fucker hit like a truck, so you aren't totally wrong." Joji chuckled. "Are you guys gonna go home, or something?"

"We want to stay here by your side, until we actually have to go home." Yamato said, taking a seat next to the injured Joji. "You would have done the same for us, after all. Am I wrong?"

"You're not wrong, but…" Joji grumbled. "Not like I can tell you what to do, in the first place. Just don't blame me if you get bored or something."

Time had passed excruciatingly slowly for the injured Joji, watching as his friends had to leave one by one – well, everyone except for Minato Nijimura and his own father, who had stood their ground despite Joji begging for them to get rest.

"Hey, Joji." Minato murmured, the light from the hospital hallway seeping into the dark room. "I just, uh… I just wanted to say thank you, for not… well, you know, for not outright killing me when we first met. I don't think I ever really said sorry."

"It's okay, Minato." Joji replied, a small smile spreading across his tired face as exhaustion buried itself into his weary bones. "It's all in the past, so it doesn't really matter now, right? I forgave you a long time ago."

Minato felt as if tears were going to stream out from his face as if he were a child, so he simply hid his face and laughed, though he was almost certain that Joji could see through his façade; though, he did not say anything.

"Haha, yeah, of course! Thanks, man." Minato laughed, earning a nod from Joji. "I should probably head home and get some sleep, though… you have a good night, okay, Joji?"

"Yeah, you too." Joji waved goodbye to him as he shut the door, leaving him with just his father now. "So, uh, are you pissed off at me for getting involved with this?"

"As a father, I should be… but if it weren't for you, I'm pretty sure I wouldn't be breathing right now." Jomei sighed, extending his hand so he could ruffle his son's hair. "Your friends did a damn good job, too, but you're something else, son. I'm proud of you."

"Huh?" Joji blinked, surprised by his father's words – but he did not argue, he only nodded in acceptance. "Ha, yeah… thanks dad."

Several hours had passed before November and Thomas had arrived back in Miami, their heads hung low despite the victory within their hearts; the latter had decided to visit his wife, delivering the news of his friend's passing.

"Yeah, he was… a really good guy." Thomas muttered, tears slipping out from his eyes as he pressed one of his hands to his face, a heavy sigh following. "What an idiot, you know? He was always such a dumbass, acting all happy and like he didn't have a single care in the world… that's how I hope our daughter can grow up, happy and without worrying about the terrible things this world has hiding inside of it."

"Honey, you know better than anyone else, that we can raise her to be the happiest girl in the world." Alice said, running her fingers through her husband's hair gently. "And, you also know better than most, that death is just a part of life. Life is only beautiful and valuable because it can fade away… and I think Jovanni realized it was his time to go, maybe his guardian angel tapped him on the shoulder. Something like that."

"Yeah, I know, you're right. You're completely right." Thomas nodded in agreement, rubbing his now red eyes. "Shit, I'm sorry you have to see me like this, Alice. I should probably start getting ready for the… you know."

"It's alright, it's what I'm here for, darling." Alice planted a soft kiss on his cheek, her arms slipping away from him as they both stood. "I'll stay here with our baby, and you can go on ahead. I pray that everything will go well."

"Thanks." Thomas nodded, slipping his arms around his wife so he could give her a goodbye hug. "I love you."

Alice smiled brightly. "I love you, too."

The funeral was as normal as anyone could expect, though November could feel the pain set in once he saw that Jovanni's friends had gathered around his grave, which had brightly colored flowers on top of it and planted beside it.

"You idiot." Dalimil shook his head, a single tear running down his old and tired face as he shook, his left hand shaking as he leaned on his cane. "I should have known you couldn't have gone out in any other way… you're a damn brave soul, JoJo."

"Jovanni…" Joanne sobbed, her fists clenched as she nearly fell in front of the man's grave. "Damn it, you were supposed to come back, you promised. Life is just full of shit we never expect, huh? I don't think I'm ever going to be able to forget you."

"You were the inspiration I had to be a better person, to try and live by my own justice." Walker murmured, his hands visibly shaking as he spoke, which matched his voice as it quaked. "Wherever, you better not forget about us. If you do, I'll kick your ass."

"The man who did this to him isn't breathing anymore, so we never have to worry about him hurting anyone ever again." Thomas said, bowing his head to Jovanni's grave. "That kid you met in Morioh did what we couldn't do, Jovanni. He was only sixteen years old… ha, I guess we are getting a little old."

"I think I'm going to go." November said, feeling as if he were to burst into tears if he had somehow said too much. "I don't know where I'm going, but it'll be fine. So, uh… see you later, Jovanni. I'll talk to you later."

Jovanni's friends only watched as November stepped away from the cemetery, eventually driving away and disappearing into the distance. He did not even bother to turn around, but they could all feel an empty space where November had left.

No one spoke another word as they departed, their hearts each carrying them into separate directions. But, even though the core of their friendship had been missing, they had known what they had fought for together would never die.

Joji, Minato, Yuina, and Yamato sat upon the rooftop of their school, the sun shining brightly upon them, the bright blue sky practically mesmerizing as they stared up into it. It had been a week since Joji had left the hospital, and he could start to attend school regularly once more.

"It's gorgeous!" Yuina laughed, staring into the sky as she lay flat on her back, a large smile plastered onto her face. "If it's this beautiful during Summer break all the time, I can't wait!"

"It is really breathtaking." Yamato said, a small smile creeping up on his face as his hand spread down to his chest – his Lech had not been active, as it had been placed in his pocket, instead. "It feels so peaceful, feeling the breeze on my face."

Minato yawned, feeling as if he was going to fall into a deep sleep at any given moment. "I could spend the rest of my life up here, you know? I could just eat, talk to you guys, sleep, and repeat. That would be fucking awesome."

Joji Kujo stood up, staring into the sky as he rested his hands on his hips, feeling as if he had a set of protective eyes on him the entire time; he had not lost anything, as far as he was concerned. He had everything he would ever need.

"Yeah. It's a good day to be alive, right, Jovanni?"

The End.

Author's Note

Whoa, writing this was a rush after doing it non stop for an entire day. I know I could go on about the whole generic spiel about having a lot of fun while writing it, but that part is pretty obvious by how hard I tried to make this better than A Good Man's Gospel. To be honest, this is the second story in a trilogy. I'm going to be taking a two week break, though. I can only take so much JJBA. With all of that being said, I hope everyone read this enjoyed it, and even if you didn't love it or like it, thanks for reading, anyway. Your opinion is as valid as anyone else's, but if you want to let me know what I could have done better or how I could improve in future stories, please either leave a review or send me a message. It would be greatly appreciated.

Until next time!