JoJo's Bizarre Adventure owned by Hirohiko Araki

Fanfiction and Characters with * by: Emerald Sonata

JoJo Bizarre's Adventure:
PRINCESS SWORD

~25~
'20 Meter - Emerald Splash!'

"…. Uuuuh. Larc N. Ciel is going to be so mad that I ran out on her, even when she told me to just stay and watch… I'm not built for combat."

"Shame on you, Jojo. You're the worst descendent of the Joestar family. Seriously, why did I give birth to such a spineless wimp."

"I'M STILL YOUR DAUGHER, MAMAAAAAAA!"

Joanna Jochaum screamed out those words as she ran down the outdoor corridors of her Japanese mansion. Again, she knew her way around the place so she knew how to cut effort and running time by a major half in order to gain as much distance as possible.

Even if she did the math perfectly in her head, jumping over corners, clearing large gaps as if jumping between rooftops, or even running acros the stone tiles in the water ponds – she knew it wasn't enough to out run a Magician like Honolulu Coralheart.

She needed to come up with a sure-fire strategy, like she did to turn the tables on Desert Thunder…

… But first, she had to do something really important.

"if you abandon your mother as well, I'll disown you, Jojo."

"S-sorry mama. Please wait here in until the fight is over… I won't leave you behind – that is the one thing I cannot do!"

"I don't believe-""

Jojo slammed the closet door to the storage closet where she and her family usually store the futons in the morning. The girl ended up stuffing her mother inside, covering her up in various sizes of futons to both shield her from any shockwave and to hide her.

Yes, Jolyne Jochaum (formerly Kujo) is the daughter of a certain Jojo from the Stardust Crusader Arc, even starring in her own Arc Stone Ocean.

However, she was 5 weeks pregnant. Any unnecessary movement or execissve exercise was bade for the future little brother of Joanna Jochaum, thep protagonist of this new Princess Sword Arc.

"… I'm sorry Mama… Now that I know you're at stake – there's no way I can bring myself to run away."

Of course she felt quilty in leaving behind Larc N. Ciel to face the Magician who easily overpowered both Jojo's Stand and the power of Hamon. The new ability called Magic that could not be proven or explained by science was beyond her limit and comprehension.

Soon, Jojo will suffer the same fate.

"… M…My dream is to grow up to be a beautiful woman… I'll go to university and earn my Chemistry Degree to become a Forensic Scientist… I'll move to Miama and join their CSI group… and I'll run my own private agency when I save up enough money… I will have 3 children, two girls and one boy… my husband must have a tan and a sense of humor."

This useless Jojo was spouting all sort of nonsense as she was gathering things in the master bedroom chamber she was holding herself in within the Jojo Residence. One at a time, she rephrased her desires in her heart, her dream and goals, and the details of what type of family she wanted in the future – even though she was gathering rubbish objects like yarn, clothing, extra stockings, and other sorts of cr*p.

It felt like she lost her marbles and was ready to pack up to leave.

"If I die… I can't reach that future… I won't be able to go to university, I couldn't become a Forensic Scientist… I won't even be alive to even choose who's going to be my husband and father of my two girls and boy if I die here…. I… I don't want to die, there's so much I want to do in this life!"

Jojo was human. Please accept that. Yes, she had a stand she called Dragonforce that could blow up her enemies with Green Flame and Shotguns. Yes, she had a Damphir on her side who could use Hamon. Yes, her mother was the protagonist of the previous Jojo Arc.

But fundamentally… Joanna Jochaum was still a 17 year old teenager in highschool, who is often mistaken as 'that kind of girl' among her peers.

… she was still a child.

"… I have to win… no… I will win… I'll win so hard, I don't have to think about what to write in my will… I'll win so proudly, Mama will finally stop asking me to continue her training from h*ll… I..I will win… I will win… I – WILL – WIIIIIN!"

*BAAAAAAAAAAAANG!*

"UGYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!?"

"Hiiii. Are you ready to become Lord DIO's slaver girl?"

"N-no! Do-don't come near me!"

Honolulu Coralheart found Jojo finding her the master bedroom chamber. She arrived even earlier than expected, to the point where Jojo ended up dropping all the clothes, the yarn, and the other cr*p she picked up onto her lap as she fell on her bottom.

This was the end… This was—

"Checkmate little girl."

"Wh-why are you licking your lips and squeezing your hands. D-don't tell me, you swing that way and wish to violate my body?"

"I'll be frank, I'm straight. But after seeing how hot your body and *ss is, I really want to lick and bite you all over… So, take off the skirt."

"NO! DON'T COME OVER! NOT BY 10 STEPS!"

"One, two, ten. Ready or not, here I—"

"Checkmate."

"Heh?"

The one who said Checkmate wasn't Honolulu Coralheart… it was Jojo.

"… What on Earth are you-GUUFFFFFFFFFFF!"

Without warning, the pile of clothing that fell on Jojo's lap sprung alive like a shapeshifting wolf and tackled Honolulu in the face.

"MMMMMMMM!"

To be honest, it was a regular pile of stray clothing that suddenly kicked itself up to cover Honolulu's face. But it was effective to stall her for a good moment.

"ATEMI!"

"GUBOOOOH!"

To allow Jojo throw a simple kick into Honolulu's stomach.

"….Guuuuuuuuuh... Actually, I didn't feel a thing... felt more like a massage really."

"I knew me failing P.E. meant something... uuuuuuuuh."

Tears flowing from her eyes, Jojo ran away from the enemy.

"No use, no use, no use, no use, no—Hmm?"

Honolulu Coralheart wanted to follow after Jojo… but she felt her feet step on something.

It was a strand of yarn - green yarn. Strangely, it was tied all over the air and the pillars, the cieling beams, and all sorts of furniture.

One set tugged at a pair of paint cans that sat on a wooden beam.

"GUBYAAAAAAH!"

Lifting off from their perch, the swinging paint cans took Honolulu in the face. She fell over across the ground, clutching her face… and rolled onto several other threads on the ground.

"HEH? MORE!? GIFUUUUUUUUUUU!"

"Sorry, but I'm using the killer technique developed by my grandfather's friend, Mr. Kakyoin... it's called - 20 Meter, Emerald Splash!"

Every green wire in the room tugged at simultaneous ends, releasing a flood of traps that Jojo had set up prior Honolulu barging in. Rigged bras that fired catapults of Steel Balls running through the air; rigged coffee table flipping up to hammer the enemy in the name of Justice; to even triggering prepared improvised arrows made out of mechanical penciles and elastic bands with eraser pieces as bullets.

They all collided into Honolulu Coralheart from multiple directions, beating her up like a crowd of angry fangirls she dissed off.

"S-stop it! You little brat, i'll-Ah!"

Honolulu stumbled from the multi-directional bombardment, her bare foot stepping on one last emerald string. it was linked to the handle of a door that led directly into the attic. It snapped open from her weight, spilling hundreds of old clothing that were stored above for God knows how long.

Mothballs and moth corpses rained down on Honolulu Coralheart's face.

"OH MY GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD!"

"… I know this is cruel… but in order to win…"

Just as Honolulu Coralheart dug her way out, Jojo quietly walked over to suddenly sit on the girl's waist. Without warning, she pulled off one of her thighhigh stockings, stretched it a little... and wounded it around Honolulu's neck to strangle her.

"GUH!?"

"In order to win... to win and stay alive..."

"C-can't... breathe... S-stop... I-I give up... I giiiiiive."

"To win, I have to eliminate you."

"..."

"... Sorry. Survival of the fittest."

"nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!"

No, the last phrase was not a typo. Honolulu Coralheart, the Magician who could make solid paint out of magic from her Spray Cans, was yelling with the voice of a hamsters - cornered by a Black Widow Spider in a locked cage.

No one could here her scream.

"Don't worry. I'll burn a paper doll for you so you won't be lonely in the afterlife... and some paper money.

"help! help! heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeelp!"

Again, only hamsters could hear the poor enemy, and they were powerless to save her.