Jolyne

I tapped my foot in frustration. I had been stuck in this penthouse for longer than I would like. The whole room was beginning to seem cramped. The sooner I could be done with the crazy lady attacking me, the sooner Jotaro and I could go home.

I ran my hand over the cover of Jotaro's journal. I flipped it between my palms. Despite my best attempts, I had not been able to find anything in the journal about where he had hidden the arrow. I still had the compass in my pocket, but I wasn't sure what I should do. It was a good luck charm, but a dangerous one to keep on my person. Eventually, I was able to bring my gaze up to Jotaro.

Every time I brought myself to look I began to regret it. All my life I had seen him as a great warrior forged in fire. The way he would stand over me and mother, it made me feel safe. I had a lot of time to think about him and about us recently. I think I had figured out why I was so mad at him. I was angry because he left, but I was angry because I loved him. For better or worse he was my father and the only one I had. His injury had given me the chance to think about this and I had been able to meet my uncle. I had learned more about my father on a trip than he had ever told me himself. I loved him, and I would protect him to my last breath. I know he would do the same for me.

I felt my face tense a small tear rolled down my cheek. I sniffed a bit to clear up my stuffy nose. It had been a while since I really considered what could happen. If he wasn't able to recover I would never get to talk to him again. I wouldn't be able to tell him about my stand. When I was little I would drone one to him for hours about my life. I always assumed he had hated it because he never said anything. But I think I understand a bit. He must have enjoyed it because he never stopped me. In fact, I barely ever saw him speaking. Maybe he had problems expressing himself. I wiped the lone tear from my face and stood up.

I walked out of the room. Suddenly I felt one of the wires I had placed in front of the elevator earlier snap. Someone had crossed it. I was being attacked. "Stone Free!" I shouted calling the stand out from within me. In an instant, it was providing a shield for me while I assessed the area. I was caught off guard at the cry of "Carry On" from behind me. I panicked and turned around calling Stone Free to defend me. The stand rushed towards its opponent blocking a massive punch. However, instead of recoiling Carry On moved in further and grappled Stone Free to the ground. I took a step back as Persephone ran at pulling something from her pocket. I panicked as the sound of a gunshot bounced around the room and almost instinctively my body shut down. I couldn't move. My breath became heavy as she gloatingly walked past me. "Now where did you hide that arrow?".

Stand Name: You're On Fire

Stand Ability: The stand shifts the nature of an individual's reality based on what they believe to be true. In order to do this the stand must attach itself to the target, and the target must trust the user to tell the truth. If the target knows the user is lying the ability does not work and every change the stand has caused to the target's reality is negated.

Design: The stand appears to be a flying brain with spaghetti tentacles Spreading out from it.

Destructive power: E

Speed: E

Range: A

Durability: C

Precision: A

Development Potential: E

Yukako

My legs had been shot. I felt a cold substance leak out. The substance was unrecognizable as my own life force. I could no longer feel anything from my legs. Tears of rage streamed down my face. I felt ashamed I had let it come to this. I felt awful for my personal failure. "Agh!" I screamed in frustration. My hair rapidly grew to expand out and encompassing the terrain. The man's face quickly shifted from understanding to surprise as his every escape was cut off. As the hair boxed us in, "You're on fire!". A strange, alien stand with wrinkles covering every inch of its small brain-like body. Spaghetti stretched from each fold outward into the horizons of my eyes. A pair of eyes belonging to a creature that I could not place stared into me. Reality wrinkled around each tendril filling me with anxiety. He took a deep breath and posed, hanging with one elbow off of a strand.

With a swift flip of my head, the hair closed around the stand. It was being strangled. Its strands were tightened. They disappeared beneath a sea of hair. The stand swam against the current. He gasped for breath. I watched as the waves beat down on him, slowly running out of air. Suddenly I noticed something. In his hand, he had grasped a small box. Diamonds formed a pattern. I intensified my assault. The hair became a whirlpool sucking him into a spiral of scent draining his lungs of all remaining breath. I was going to kill him. If I could, his stand would disappear, and Koichi would be free. The storm shook the stand like a washing machine. It would disappear soon, and I would be free. He tore through the hair with desperation, grasping. His every handful of hair he drifted deeper into the inescapable abyss.

Out of nowhere, a hand grasped my wrist. I looked down to see a hand on my numb legs, and the other on my wrist. I tried to shake him off, but he wouldn't come off. "I will not give up on my dream," he said through desperate breaths. I heard the faint sound of sirens through my wall. I needed to end this quickly if I wanted to keep others out of it. He climbed up my limp legs as my hair tried to pull him away. He tore away at my skin leaving red marks near all the bullet wounds. "Noo!" I shouted, forcing myself away from him.

"I have to help her, I need to see her one last time." His eyes had glazed over. He seemed to be operating on a single thought. He was obsessed. I stared into the blanks pits. His eyes were like mirrors. Who was this she he had referred to?". Was she Koichi? Had she torn him away from himself? Had he devoted himself to her? Was he me? The thought scared me. I had always been proud to stand out from the others. I wasn't normal, and even if my thoughts sometimes drifted, that wasn't who I was. Besides, I wouldn't have met Koichi if I was normal. Still, I knew what had to be done. His resolve just reminded me even more of what's at stake. Everyone's fighting for their happy ending, and even if my path strays from his, it will put my love in a safer world. My vision rapidly shifted up and down. It was as if someone was pushing my head into the concrete over and over again, however, I was unable to feel any pain.

I drew a breath of solitude. As he kept pushing my head back. Eventually, he stopped. His hands reached for my neck. My hair began to change. It became jagged and dangerous. In a second I had skewered his stomach with my hair. In two I had slammed him to the concrete. In the third, I raised my hair and brought it down onto him.

I felt each bone in his body break as I brought my rage down onto him. But I wasn't going to mess around. I wasn't a kid anymore. I raised my hair off of him and bunched it up into a massive ball. The light warmed my skin as I continued to slam it until he was nothing but a puddle of flesh and blood. The sirens got closer and closer until I felt someone touching my shoulder. I felt my skin crawl as I was pulled away from him. I registered something being read to me but my mind was still focused on the battle. He would never escape alive. I jerked out of their grip. The people and noise blended around me into a spiral. I crawled towards him again and raised my hair to slam it into him again. Again. And again. He would disappear, and Koichi would be safe.

I felt a rough arm grab me. Before I could stop them I was in someone's arms. I was being kidnapped. I watched the sidewalk run by. It seemed to have a red trail on it. That was weird, I don't think it had that before. They seemed to be frantically asking me something. I slowly looked up to see Okuyasu. He was one of Koichi's friends. Something as wrong though. I looked him up and down. His mouth was moving a lot, but I couldn't hear a word. The hand was pulling us forward every few seconds. My lips could only enunciate a single thought. Only one word would escape my mind. Only one would word plagued my thoughts. The enemy was dead. And he was safe.

Josuke

I had to hurry up if I was going to be on time to meet up with Jolyne and Okuyasu. Okuyasu had texted me before he left reminding me to go. It was strange, I didn't remember getting a message from her, but I suppose it just didn't go through. I had slept in, so I barely had time to take a shower and grab something small for breakfast. I jogged my way through crowded streets to the hotel. I took a short break from the exercise before heading inside.

Before I could open the door, I heard laughter from around the hotel's corner. My head turned to see a man standing there. Aside from a black eye, he looked vaguely familiar. He smirked and pulled out a handgun. "Remember me?" The tone of his voice made it seem like I should. I squinted for a bit at him. "No." His tired face contorted in rage as he pulled the trigger. Without a second of hesitation, Crazy Diamond deflected the bullet with a single punch. With its other arm, it punched the man into the ground. The concrete had cracked from the punch leaving the man's blood seeping in the cracks. With the hand it deflected the bullet it leaned down and healed him, simply leaving him unconscious from the pain. I leaned down and took the gun from him, throwing it into the bushes a fair walk away. Then after propping him up against the wall, I headed inside.

I hurried to the elevator and mashed the button for the top floor. With a ding, I arrived. I took a long step out of the elevator but tripped on something. My nose hit the floor with a painful thud. I turned to see a thin broken tripwire in front of the elevator. From the other room, I heard a panicked scream. "Stone Free!" I stood up and watched the other room carefully as her stand glided in. She seemed to be looking for something. Just then I heard another scream. "Carry On!" I stood up. If I didn't hurry Jolyne could be in trouble. Just then a gunshot echoed throughout the room as Jolyne hit the floor with a nullifying thud.

"No!" I cried calling out Crazy Diamond. Its arms flailed around trying to get her away from Jolyne. "Doradoradora!" it rumbled throwing loose chunks of architecture around the room in a frenzy until a cloud of dust obscured us. I slid to her and checked for the bullet wound, but the dust made it hard to see. "Are you okay?" I asked with panic in my voice. She gritted her teeth and stood up. "I'm fine." Her voice was filled with anger. I raised my hands and removed the bullet from her torso. As if she was an actor in a stage play in the queue she flew past me. She cried loudly, a sound of pain only eclipsed by the crack that accompanied it. Her body contorted as she slammed against the wall behind me. Like adding insult to injury she slowly peeled from the wall and dove headfirst onto the floor. "Crazy Diamond!" I shouted as the stand began to rush its way up the powerful stand. "DORADORADORA!" the stand cried. The terrible mound of earth and sand was pushed backward. "DORA!" My stand let out a below slamming its arms into its torso. The stand was pushed back. A small crack crept across its chest.

The user coughed and spit at their feet for a few seconds recovering. I wouldn't let her. Without a moment of hesitation, I continued. "DORADORA!" The stand was forced to attend. "DORADORADORADORA!" The stands guard was thrown off. They were now defenseless. "DORADORADORADORADORADORADORADORA!" The stand was thrown into the roof. With an unceremonious oof, it bounced after half a second and collapsed back to the ground. "DORA!" Before it had any time. I attacked. "DORA!" The stand had no chance to defend itself. I tore it apart. The user was thrown around by the force of my punches. Up and down, left and right. BANG! Somehow during the barrage, she was able to fire the bullet I had returned earlier. A small string of blood fell from my shoulder.

I grimaced as the pain made itself apparent. Still, this was nothing compared to her wounds. She had pushed through her bullet wound. "You think I need two hands to beat the shit out of you?" Her hidden cocky smile faded as Crazy Diamond pulled back its other arm. Like a machine gun, I tore away at her again. "DORA!" She flew back. "DORA!" She flew up. The window cracked. "DORA" The window broke.

"We have it!" There was an excited cry from the other room. I turned to see the doctor standing over Jotaro with blood covering his hands. In his bloody grip was an arrow, although the exact details of its appearance were currently unclear. "Catch, he said." Sure enough, the small man tossed the arrow in an arch overhead. It landed between us. She crouched down and looked up at me with blood running from her mouth.