Hello. This is my first fanfic after about 2-3 years. Some things to note:
This takes place in the original Jojo timeline but has Johnny and Diego in Phantom Blood. They are just younger brothers of Jonathan and Dio.
Jonathan and Johnny's mother did not die in an accident. She died in childbirth delivering Johnny. This will be a source of conflict.
Jonathan is called Jojo, not Johnny.
The accident where George meets Dario still happens.
Andrew's name changes halfway through the chapter seemingly randomly. This is not random.
Hope you enjoy.
The Bronx. It was dark. The starry night sky was covered by decades of pollution. It was about 2 in the morning with the streets being completely dead. The building and houses seemed like ancient ruins that have stood for years. All the traffic lights held the same sign: Green one way and red for the other. There were many cars lined up by the sidewalks as their owners were simply in their homes. You could see the occasional hobo on the side of the road or in some of the alleys wearing sick masks. The Coronavirus had basically killed any activity that would be going on during this time. Well, most activities.
There were two men walking down the sidewalk with a purpose. Both dressed in dark and concealing clothes and sick masks. One of them was of African American heritage and the other Caucasian. The black man was of average height, being about 5'9. He also had a medium build that was a bit on the skinny side, but not skinny enough to actually be classified as skinny. He wore a dark brown toboggan, with a pair of reading glasses on his face. The bottom half of his face was covered by a white sick mask to protect him from the Coronavirus. He wore a black Nike hoodie that seemed unwashed and crinkly. On the lower half of his body he wore simple dark green cargo pants that seemed very clean, a complete contrast to the unwashed hoodie. He wore simple work shoes adorned with small amounts of mud. This man's name was Jared.
The other man, the Caucasian one, was different to his friend. The white man was massive, compared to his friend. He stood at 6'4, easily a head and a half taller than his compatriot. He had a wide, muscled build that you could see through his outfit, even though the outfit he wore was rather baggy. He wore no hat, which allowed his shoulder length blonde hair flow through the slight breeze. He wore a grey sick mask that didn't fully cover up his stubble. He wore a dark blue and black Northface jacket with a hood that was pulled down. The lower half of his body was simply covered by Brandless black sweatpants and grey Newbalances. This man's name was Andrew. He is our main character.
Andrew and Jared strided like men on a mission. They were in fact men on a mission. Andrew and Tom both lost their jobs due to the Coronavirus and the shutdown of many non-essential businesses'. To acquire an income, and not die of starvation, they both took to drug dealing. Not any of the hardcore drugs mind you, just Marijuana. It was easy to obtain dirt cheap and sell to idiots for quite expensive prices, so they jumped at the practice. It was mostly Jared's idea, as he had connections to crime in the past related to Marijuana, he knew quite a bit about it, and more importantly, who to sell it to. Andrew at first was on the fence about it, but Jared called him out on his steroid use, so Andrew relented.
They were heading to an abandoned alleyway in The Bronx, which was on the other side of Manhattan from their home. After almost an hour of walking and riding subways, they finally made it to their destination. Hilariously, it was the Joker Stairs. Usually the stairs had tourists from all around the world visiting them. However due to the coronavirus and the time of the day, it was completely empty. There were three men at the top of the stairs, seemingly waiting on something. Andrew assumed those were the buyers. He truly didn't know as Jared was the one who actually set the deals up. He was just asked to come to basically look scary. Andrew didn't care, as he took half the cut just by being there, so he didn't complain.
"You niggas got the cash?" inquired Jared as we approached the men, not even bothering to be subtle. They were all dressed in similar clothes: black hoodies, pants, shoes and even gloves. They also had matching sick masks as well. The man in the middle looked about Jared's size, if not a bit thicker. The two in the back were the ones who really got Andrew's attention. The guy on the left was about 6'1 and looked about 180 of lean muscle. He looked like an MMA fighter and Andrew decided this guy was likely to be dangerous in a fight. The man on the right was even taller than Andrew, standing at 6'7. However he was obviously obese with thin arms. Andrew believes this guy likely used his size to intimidate smaller enemies and his weight to ward them off if things got hairy. Andrew made sure his guard was up at all times around these two.
The smaller buyer in the middle appeared to look Jared dead in the eye. "Nah…." the smaller man trailed off lazily. This immediately put Andrew on edge. Andrew was able to catch the small man glance at him quickly.
Jared, confused at the man's answer, did a double take. "What? The fuck you talking about?" Jared tilted his head slightly as he looked rather dumbly at the smaller apparently not buyer. This was unexpected.
The smaller man seemed to grin, or at least it looked like a grin to Andrew. "Well you see…." The man trailed off lazily again. "Your most recent buyer was my little brother. I saw the weed you fuckas gave him. That weed was some fucking dog shit." Jared seemed to go white as this. "So y'all niggas can give me back his fucking money or….." The small man trailed off and looked back at his larger partners. This is when Andrew decided to speak up.
"He bought the weed under his own violation. If he doesn't like the quality, he can fuck off and you can, too." Andrew's voice was deep and cold towards the men. His tone was that of steel. Jared glanced at Andrew incredulously and his body language shifted into being prepared to fight.
The small man seemed to grin even more, to the point of it being unnerving. "Hehehehe. I was hoping you'd say some dumbass shit like that. Get him boys. I got the other fucker." The other two men then charged Andrew. Andrew immediately jumped into action. The more lean and aesthetic man was quick, however he didn't actually throw a punch correctly. Andrew decided this man was not a MMA fighter. Andrew redirected the punch away from him with his left arm and threw a lighting fast punch towards the man's throat. He landed the strike and the man clutched his throat, gurgling as he stopped in his tracks. Andrew then grabbed the fucker and savagely headbutted him with quite a lot of force. The headbutt knocked the lean man unconscious. This happend within 3 seconds.
Andrew turned his attention towards the massive fat man. He lumbered over to Andrew and basically tried to tackle him. Andrew, being strong has an ox, simply shoulder checked the obese man to the floor. The man's hood fell off and Andrew saw the shocked expression on the man's triple chinned face. Before the bastard could even attempt to try and stand up, Andrew threw a powerful kick right at the man's head, knocking him out with a savage crack.
Andrew, after having quickly dispatched the larger would be buyers, turned around to find Jared being savagely beaten by the smallest of the men. Andrew quickly raced to the small man's back and harshly grabbed his shoulder. Before the small man could even react he slammed his back onto the wall and began to beat the man's head in. 3 seconds in the brutal beatdown, a loud bang went off. Andrew recognized the sound of a gunshot and tried to quickly jump down for cover. But he stopped. He began to feel a dull pain that slowly began to feel more and more sharp by the second. He realized the pain was coming from his abdomen. He slowly looked down in anticipation, already having an idea what it was. His suspicions were proven correct by the smoking gun in the small man's hand.
"HeheheheHAHAHAHA! Didn't see that coming ya fucker!" The small man laughed almost maniacally. He then kicked Andrew to the ground and fired 3 more shots into Andrews torso. Jared, after recovering from the beatdown he received from the small man looked on in absolute terror. Andrew groaned on the ground and clutched his torso.
"NO! ANDREW!" Jared shouted in horror. He went vampire pale after the small man turned to him and grinned. He proceeded to unload the remainder of the clipped into Jared's head. "Just had to resist, didn't ya? And where did that git ya?! DEAD!" The small man broke into psychotic laughter. Andrew couldn't believe what was happening. This was just supposed to be a simple drug deal. Now he was dying and his best friend was already dead.
Andrew felt a sensation start to overtake him. He couldn't recognize what this was due to the state he was in, but he swears he has felt it before. Was this sadness? Hopelessness? Grief even? His eyes slowly trailed onto the small man who was still laughing like the Joker. Funny considering they were on the Joker Stairs. The sensation seemed to feel his very being now. It intensified when he looked at the man who just killed his best friend. His….best….friend…? He understood what the feeling was now. It was rage. Unholy, pure rage. He tried to stand, however his body was refusing to due to his injuries. He however forced it to move. He was going to fucking kill this sonafabitch. Determined and enraged, he stood with immense effort. Now fully stood he noticed the man was still. Fucking. LAUGHING. The rage seemed to pour from him.
With a roar, Andrew lunged for the fucker. The small bastard stopped laughing and tried to fire his gun at Andrew, only for it to click. He had unloaded the entire remainder of the clip into Jared's head earlier. There was nothing to stop Andrew now. Andrew grabbed the small bastard's head and twisted it with all his remaining strength. The small man fell to the floor with his head at an odd angle. Andrew felt the feeling leave his body. He tried to hold on to it, to cling to his life like a rope. But he had no strength left. His eyes trailed his best friend one last time.
"Jared…" That was all Andrew could say before he slumped to the ground and darkness took him.
The only thing Andrew saw was darkness. It seemed to consume him. His very soul and being. He didn't know how long he was in said darkness for. It could have been minutes, hours, days, weeks, months or years even. Possibly even longer. He was timeless. His concept of time was completely fucked. Suddenly, he saw a light.
The light was faint, not bright in the slightest, but considering he could only perceive darkness beforehand, it might as well have been the brightest star in the universe. He felt himself being pulled to it. As if the light was actually a star and it's gravitational pull was sucking him in. Andrew gladly let the pull take him. Anything was better than the endless dark.
He realized he was in a room. Not just any old regular room, the room he was in was almost, well, royal. Ornate wallpaper designs and expensive dressers lined the room. The room itself seemed tighty. However, there were a few small articles of clothing lining the floor, but it was nothing serious. He found himself in a large, regal, ornate king-sized bed. He definitely was not anywhere familiar. Hopefully he didn't end up sleeping with another rich boy. That would be quite the pain to deal with their parents. Hopefully the intense glares and screams wouldn't give him that much of a headache. Feeling his forehead, he thought he may have a small one at this very moment.
His eyes then spotted his hands. Except the hands were definitely not his. They were small, soft, uncalloused and they looked almost weak. His hand did not look like this. They were almost completely different in every way. His real hands were large, hardened, calloused and had a certain strength to them. He didn't know what was going on and why his hands were completely wrong.
His eyes shifted their focus over to his torso and his legs. They were so…...childlike. Almost no muscle on them at all. Same with his legs. However they were quite tan, which contrasts to his normal torso and legs, which were very pale. What was wrong with him? Was he hallucinating? He had to find out what was going on, now.
Andrew stood up out of the massive, regal looking bed and walked, almost wobbly over to the wall mirror he spotted in the room. As he was walking over to the mirror, he saw how big the room was. Either this room was absolutely massive or he was somehow shorter. His chin barely came up to the doorknob and the door was wide.
After finally making it over to the wall mirror, which took longer than expected, he looked into the mirror to gaze upon his reflection. He looked very young, not much older than 11 or 12. No stubble or wrinkles lined his face. His skin almost seemed smooth. His normally long flowing blonde hair was pulled up into a braided ponytail with a long side band on the right side of his face(AN: Doppio haircut but blonde). His blonde hair seemed even brighter than it normally was. Now that he was looking in the mirror, he found that he still looked somewhat defined, although nowhere near as massive or bulging as he usually looked.
Why did he look like this? Why was he a child in some expensive looking room? Where was he? Luckily his questions were actually answered. In the form of headache inducing memories that suddenly raced to his head. Memories he knows for a fact he didn't live through raced through his mind. Hundreds, no, thousands of memories. Jonathan Joestar? Who the fuck was that?
His question was answered in the form of hundreds of memories about a blue haired boy who had that very name. His adopted brother? What? Brothers? A name popped into his mind. Johnny Joestar. More memories. George Joestar? Even more. His questions were rapidly answered by the memories. This was impossible. He died. That crazy fucker killed him. He also killed Jared. This whole situation was impossible. Wasn't it?
And yet, here he was. In the year 1881 in England. Living as the adopted son of George Joestar. He couldn't believe what was happening. Growing up Andrew didn't have any siblings, he was an only child. He also wasn't in a rich family either, his family was poor as fuck. He also wasn't a fucking kid either. He was supposed to be 37 years old, not 11.
Was he…..reborn? No, that's fucking impossible. That shit only happens in dumb animes and fanfictions(AN:LOL). He believed in Quantum Immortality. Where if you were ever in a situation where you would die, your consciousness would travel to an alternate universe to prevent your death. Is that what happened, though? Did his soul travel to this reality to escape his death in his previous universe? It seemed unlikely, but maybe that's what happend.
Should he just move on and accept this? He died in his previous reality due to the stupid mistake of not checking that Psychopath for a gun. Is this a second chance? Maybe his last? Even if it is, he still ached about his death. What would he miss in his original life? Did the coronavirus kill off humanity? Or was it cured? Wait, why should he even care? His life was heading down a dark path regardless. He was likely going to be put in prison again for dealing, like he was in 2009 after the stock market crash. After careful thought and deliberation, he decided he would just move on and accept this new life.
A bang on his door brought him out of his thoughts. "Gio! That Dio and Diego guy are almost here! Come on, let's go meet them!" That was Jonathan. My new adopted brother apparently. I shifted through the memories I was given for him. So he was quite the gentleman. Lawful Good Superman type, huh? I can deal with that.
"Alright Jonathan, alright. Let me get my clothes on and I'll meet you in the front, ok?" his voice was way higher than he was used to. Like a squeaker kid in a Youtube Call of Duty: Ghosts troll video. Jonathan let out a quick alright and ran down the hall to the stairwell. Giovanni sighed at the kids antics and began sifting through my dresser looking for some clothes. After finding appropriate clothes: a green Victorian era jacket with a blue bow tie, yellow dress pants and black dress shoes. He left his room for the front door.
The Joestar mansion looked like the classic Victorian era mansion. Painting and tapestries lined the walls. Servants walked through the halls to fulfill their duties. There was even a cliche grand stairwell in the middle of the mansion that led to the second floor. Giovanni was actually intrigued that he would be living here from now on. It would certainly be the dream life. Hopefully.
Giovanni walked along the second floor railing, nodding to the servants as he walked by. This he could get used to. Hopefully it wouldn't go to his head. He didn't want to become an arrogant rich kid. It was something that actually made him shiver. Being the real life equivalent to Draco Malfoy would be horrifying. He honestly hoped he would never have to say "my father will hear about this!" ever in his new life. He actually snorted from that thought.
A boyish, high voice ripped Giovanni out of his thoughts. "Gio!" Giovanni turned his head to see who the voice belonged to, only to be tackle hugged by a small figure. This figure was George Joestar's second son, Johnny Joestar. Giovanni's memories told him that he was the least favorite out of the 3 of the children. George never really made any real attempt at bonding with his younger son. His wife had died in childbirth delivering Johnny. This made George resent him. Almost pretending he didn't exist. This left Johnny fairly touch starved, as George had not even given him a hug his entire life. After Giovanni came to the mansion 3 years ago, he had basically given Johnny every hug the 10 year old boy has ever received.
Giovanni let out a small grin at the boy before returning his hug. Johnny was dressing in a simple shirt with star designs across it, with his shoulder length blonde hair being covered by a toboggan with the same star pattern. He thought Johnny looked so cute with the damn thing on his head.
Letting out a mirthful chuckle, Giovanni said to Johnny, "I can't seem to keep you off me, huh?" His memories have shown him that he really couldn't. Johnny was like a clingy puppy. He felt really bad for this kid for the neglect that his father had shown him. It wasn't his fault that his mother died in childbirth. He was just a baby at the time, he couldn't even use the bathroom on his own.
Johnny nuzzled his face into Giovanni's shoulder, "No! You can't!" He said playfully. Johnny clung onto Gio tightly. His foster brother was his favorite person in the whole wide world! He was the only one who ever gave him a hug. Not even Jojo, his actual brother, gave him hugs.
Giovanni laughed, "Come on, we gotta go meet those new kids that are coming to stay with us. Their names are Dio and Diego. I hear that Diego boy is your age. He'll be your friend." 'Hopefully', added Giovanni in his mind. Johnny needed more friends than just himself. His only friend was his foster brother who was 2 years older than him. He couldn't just rely on Giovanni his entire life.
"You mean it!?" Johnny asked hopefully. He had never had another friend before beside Gio. Gio was also so nice and caring to him. And he gave Johnny hugs! Maybe he could get that Diego guy to give him hugs, too!
"Yes. Now come on, we gotta meet Jonathan in the front." With that they walked down the staircase. The house was still buzzing with activity, however something caught Giovanni's attention. He noticed George Joestar, his adoptive father, was watching them. His face had an unreadable expression. Giovanni had prided himself in his previous life for being able read people easily, but George Joestar had a strong poker face. As soon as George noticed Giovanni had spotted him, his face shifted into a smile and he nodded at Gio. Giovanni returned the gesture and led Johnny to the front entrance.
After Giovanni and Johnny reached the entrance, they took notice that a carriage was already there. Jonathan was talking to the two new arrivals with a friendly tone. Giovanni saw Jojo shake hands with the taller one and turn around to notice them. Jonathan called them over with a smile. Likely wanting to introduce them to the new boys. Giovanni took this time to get a good look at the two.
The taller boy had medium length blonde hair that seemed to brush his neck. It was well combed and cleaned. He wore a blue suit with a red tie. Simple yet distinguished. He carried an air of superiority with him and had an arrogant smile on his face. It made Giovanni's neck hair stand up. He wanted to fucking punch this kid right in the mouth. Wipe that goddamn smirk off and replace it with tears(AN:Epic Foreshadowing). This seemed to be Dio Brando.
The shorter boy looked a few years younger than Dio. His hair was long, coming down to his shoulders, with some slight swirls in it. He wore a grey suit with a green tie. Unlike his brother it was a bit disheveled. Also unlike his brother, he wore a resting bitch face instead of an arrogant smirk. His hands in his pockets, not really caring that he was there. This made Giovanni a bit mad. Did he not care that we were pulling him out of some shithole he probably lived in so he could live in a big mansion with servants pampering him to his every need? He assumed this brat was Diego Brando. 'Heh, so much for being friends with Johnny.'
"Dio, Diego, this is Giovanni Ortolani, my adopted brother." Jonathan motioned towards Gionanni as he and Johnny walked up to the three. Jonathan motioned over to Johnny and said with a bit less passion, "And this is my younger brother, Johnny Joestar." He motioned back towards Dio and Diego. "Guys, this is Dio and Diego Brando."
Dio smiled over toward me. His eyes lit up with a glint Giovanni could not recognize. "A pleasure to meet you." His voice sounded so smooth and chocolatey. Like an anime prince or something. Actually it was rather nice to listen to. 'Whatever. He's still probably a prick.'
"Likewise." Responded Giovanni with a neutral expression. He was not letting his guard down around this bastard. He looked like a hotter, more charismatic version of Prince Joffrey, now that Giovanni thought about it.
Johnny walked up to Diego with a happy expression. "Hi! I'm Johnny Joestar! But you can call me Johnny!" He said with a cheery tone. This was the Diego guy Gio told him about. He couldn't wait to be his friend! 'Holy fucking shit that was so adorable.' thought Giovanni
"Sup." said Diego with a bored expression and an uncaring tone. He definitely sounded like he didn't give a shit about anything going on right now. OK, that actually made Giovanni pretty mad. 'This little fucking brat.' Thought Giovanni angrily. 'Doesn't he realize what we are doing for him?' Giovanni decided he was simply too young to understand or was just a little fucking shit. He believed it was the latter.
Jonathan noticed his faithful dog, Danny walk out of the house. "Oh look, it's my dog, Danny." He said to Dio. He then crouched and made a 'come here' motion at Danny with both his arms. "Danny! Come here and say hi!" Danny wagged his tail and ran over towards the five boys. Johnny giggled happily at Danny as he made his way over to them.
As Danny was almost at Dio to say hi, sniff him and probably lick him, suddenly Dio's foot struck out at Danny, catching him right in the side of the face, knocking him away. Johnny gasped at the sight as Danny sprawled away. Diego laughed at the sight of the dog being punted. Giovanni's eyes widened at Dio's action and turned to the prick. 'This son of a bitch. I'll beat his fucking skull in.'
Jonathan had the most violent reaction out of the boys. "Danny! How dare you hit him!?" Jonathan shouted as he put his hands up to attack Dio. Dio put his hands up in defense as the two looked like they were going to duke it out in front of the manor. ' Beat that fucker's face in, Jojo.' Thought Giovanni as he watched the two about to fight.
However before the boys could throw a punch, a voice rang out from the front door of the house, "That's enough, Jojo!" The 5 boys turned towards the owner of the voice, George Joestar. He had a stern gaze levied on Jonathan with his hand on his hips. "He hasn't even stepped into the house yet, and you already try to fight him?" 'What the fuck, Mr Joestar?' Thought Giovanni. 'Can't you see this bastard is at fault?'
"Father, he hit Danny!" Jonathan shouted out in an effort to defend his actions. He couldn't believe this Dio boy had decided to just strike out at Danny for no reason like that! How could he? He just met him.
Not to have his first impression ruined, Dio chimed in, "The beast came for me, Mr Joestar. I only did that to protect me myself and my brother from it." Dio could not allow Jonathan to tarnish his image to George. He also had to let Jojo know he was at the head. The number one. He thought about how he could also let that Giovanni boy know this, too.
"Enough boys! Come on Dio, Diego. Let's get you two settled in." As Dio and Diego walked toward Mr Joestar, Dio smirked at Jonathan as he walked by. Diego chuckled as he followed his older brother. Giovanni did not miss the almost predatory glean he gave Johnny. That made his stomach twist a bit.
As Jonathan ran towards Danny to see if he was ok and Johnny ran up to Gio and hugged his side, Giovanni had only one thought as he looked at the Brando brothers walk toward the front door of the manor:
'Assholes.'
Hopefully this sets a standard in how long the chapters are. This took 2 days to write, so I hope it is good. Any questions, just ask with a review. Any suggestions? Also suggest with a review. See you next time. Hopefully by April 5.