Notes: Somehow everyone lives. Everyone retains their powers and their familial relationships. All of them are in their prime, which means young Joseph and teenage Jotaro. Except for Shizuka, who is 13 as she would be in Stone Ocean.

None of this makes sense, so don't take it too seriously.

Josuke sighed as he rang the doorbell of the manga artist's house.

He thought about the line of events that led up to this particular sequence of events; Jotaro talking to him over the phone about a Joestar family reunion, and all that jazz.

But why'd he have to invite him?

He tapped his foot as he ran his fingers through his hair, ensuring that it was still at maximum floofiness. It was something that he did when was impatient, as the maintenance of his pristine hair overshadowed any boredom he felt.

No response.

He rang the doorbell again, and then struck the door a few times for good measure. Surely he had to have heard that.

Rohan did help in hunting down Kira, he supposed, and from what he heard from Koichi, he had saved him from being some spirits in an alley that were getting a little too handsy.

...Probably not the best description, but still.

Rohan was a useful ally and all, but that didn't stop him from being a fucking prick, and didn't erase the fact that he tried to kill Okuyasu, ripped memories out of Koichi, and worst of all, insulted his hair. He still fumed as he recalled that memory. (A bird's nest, huh? At least his hair didn't look like a goddamn patch of crabgrass somebody's fat ass asphyxiated.)

Josuke's mind snapped back to reality as he noticed that Rohan still hadn't answered the door. His eye twitched as he looked up to the second floor window, and saw Rohan nonchalantly drawing his latest issue.

The bastard was ignoring him, and he wasn't even trying to hide it.

In a flash of stand energy, Rohan's door was broken in two like a match, and Josuke was almost tempted to not fix it behind him.

He stormed upstairs into Rohan's studio, and Rohan didn't even turn around to face him.

"What?" asked Rohan, annoyed.

"What's the big idea, huh? If you didn't want me to come in, you could at least make it seem like you weren't here. That way I wouldn't have to come in and look at your ugly ass face." demanded Josuke.

"If someone doesn't want to be bothered, Josuke, you don't break down their front door and storm in." replied Rohan. "Didn't your father teach you any manners? Oh wait."

Josuke calmed himself down as he reminded himself he didn't hate Joseph Joestar, and that the joke shouldn't bother him.

"Look, Rohan, all I came here to do was ask you a question, and I need is 10 seconds from your pretentious ass, okay?"

"Alright, fine, what is it?"

"Jotaro wanted to ask if you wanted to go to the Joestar family reunion, and-"

"Interesting."

"So is that a yes?"

Suddenly, the world's color scheme shifted, and Josuke groaned in preparation.

"But I refuse."

"You don't have to grandstand just to decline! Just say no!" Josuke shouted. He turned around, prepared to leave.

"Actually, wait." said Rohan as he hastily reconsidered. "Who's going to be there?"

Josuke answered "The Joestars, duh. Jotaro, Joseph, and a couple of other relatives I don't know about. Jotaro's daughter, and a few close family friends."

"And they all have stands, right?"

"From what I've heard, some of them- oh of course."

Josuke turned around and watched as Rohan's eyes adopted lens flares at the prospect of new, untapped sources of inspiration.

"I'll pack immediately! Where and when?" he exclaimed. Josuke swore he even heard a squeal.

This was gonna be just great.