Ignite the Sex Pistols

by Aurum79

After the tragedy that was the SAO and the adventure that was Vento Aureo, most would assume that the lives of these characters would end peacefully. But things don't work out as intended. There's a killer running amok inside another video game, one that disrupts the peace our heroes have worked to build. The fate of this story rests on the shoulders of an unlikely band of misfits.

2. Chapter 2: Meeting Distortion

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I hate SAO II's first OP.

Seriously, I hate it. It may be one of the worst OPs I've ever seen from a big anime like this.

Granted, I like the song, "Ignite," by Aoi Eir. Great song, love it just as a song. But with animation playing with that song is SHIT! A middle finger in the form of animation!

If those of you who don't remember, the credits of Episode 1 play it as the outro, but use it again for the OP. But in that outro for Episode 1, THEY REMOVE ONE SHOT OF KIRITO'S FEMALE-LOOKING AVATAR FROM THE BEGINNING TO AVOID SPOILERS, BUT THEN CONSTANTLY SHOW KIRITO'S AVATAR IN THE REST OF THE OP! WHAT THE FUCK WAS THE POINT OF TAKING IT OUT IN THE FIRST PLACE?! AND DON'T GET ME STARTED ON THAT FIERY CUT TO DEATH GUN!

SAO's Ignite OP is shit, no way around that. To compensate, I watch the JoJo OPs, some of the best in anime. Fight me.

Every song and OP animation blows other anime OPs out of the water. Even your worst liked song is better than some of the shit other animes pull out! And to think that they also update the OPs to avoid spoilers as well! Imagine the most previous JoJo OP, Traitor's Requiem. Imagine if they just showed everything from the beginning, with King Crimson and Golden Experience Requiem. That's basically SAO II's OP. I've never seen another anime do their OPs like JoJo does, and I cannot wait for Part 6's Op(s?). By the way, my favorite Bloody Stream.

But let's forget about great and terrible OPs! It's time for Chapter 2! And of course . . .

I do not own either of these stories. Sword Art Online was written by Reki Kawahara and JoJo's Bizarre Adventure was written by Hirohiko Araki.

Chapter 2: Meeting Distortion

Asada Shino. Born: August 21, 2009. Height: 161 cm (5ft 3in). Preferred Weapon: Snipers. Age: 16. Current Position: Somewhere in Tokyo.

It was a cold December day, where one could even see their breath. Yet, nevertheless, Asada Shino decided to go grocery shopping after school was done.

She went over to her favorite store, which was found in a busy yet narrow street. They were having a sale on vegetables today, something that Shino couldn't miss. Despite her school's rules about the dress code, students and classmates were still allowed to wear heavier clothing on top of their uniforms. Shino took full advantage of this, wearing a tan trench coat with a dark brown scarf wrapped around her neck. She had long, brown stockings that complemented her brown school shoes, yet contrasted her blue school bag. Shino herself had short brown hair with long braids that went past her chin, either side having a small, white bow tied around it. Her eyes matched the color of her hair, as well as her glasses. The girl felt unnaturally tired today, wanting to get home and relax as soon as possible.

"Asada . . . Asada Shino . . ." The girl heard a voice coming from her left. Turning around, her face began to frown, realizing that it was happening again.

. . .

She was forcefully escorted to a back alleyway by two girls, one with a thin body and the other with a chubby face. They led Shino to a girl, sitting and sucking on a lollipop. She had dirty blonde hair and a checkered scarf, along with a dark brown coat and was wearing the same uniform as Shino.

"Sorry, Asada," the dirty blonde said. "We spent all of our money on karaoke and don't have enough for the train. Think you can lend us 10,000 yen? I promise to pay you back tomorrow."

"10,000? I don't have that kind of money!"

Endou considered what Shino said, thinking that it would be ridiculous for a student to carry that much with them. "Then go and withdraw it," Endou said. "I know that your mom keeps supplying you with dough every week."

Brief silence filled the alleyway.

"No." Endou looked up in surprise, as her lackeys glared at their victim. "I'm not lending you any more money, Endou," Shino claimed. Yet, while her proclamation was firm, sweat still was present on her face.

"You bitch . . ." Endou hissed. "I tried doing this the easy way, but you've pulled my hand." To Shino's shock, Endou smirked as she reached into her bag and pulled out a gun! Granted, it was a model gun, Shino could tell by the shape of the weapon and how light in weight it was for Endou to pull out, but just seeing the weapon started to fill Shino was fear and sickness. Her eyes went wide, she found it hard to stand, and her focus on the weapon started to blur.

"Now, now, Asada," one of the lackeys joked. "Don't go puking on us now!"

"Yeah!" the other one laughed. "Remember that time you threw up in class? You made a mess everywhere!"

Shino toppled over, needing the walls of the alleyway to keep her up. "We'll be taking everything you have now," Endou claimed, grabbing her bag. "This may just be a replica, but my brother actually owns a real gun! Bet you'd really love to see that, huh Asada?" The girl cackled, as Shino could only watch helplessly as Endou and her friends started to leave.

"Excuse me, do you ladies know how to get to this hotel here?"

Endou and her lackeys turned around to the voice, as Shino struggled to look up. What she saw, however, made her think she was hallucinating from fear. There in the alleyway's entrance stood a . . . boy? No, a man. No, a boy? It was hard to tell, as he appeared extremely mature, but was just slightly taller than her. He had blonde hair, with three long bangs coming down on the left, right, and center of his face, with the rest falling behind his head, past his shoulders. What was really strange, though, was his outfit. The man wore a red two piece suit, which was filled with large holes, making him look like swiss cheese! However, the holes were symmetrical to his suit, running down either side, along with his pants, which were held up by a black belt. He also wore a black tie, with what appeared to be strawberries running down the tie, with strawberries on his shoes as well. Even during December, the boy didn't seem to be bothered with the numerous holes in his jacket, topping his bizarre look.

Endou and her minions were also just as baffled as Shino at the man's appearance. "Excuse me," the boy repeated. "Do you ladies know how to . . ."

The boy was suddenly interrupted by the laughs and giggles of the Endou and her underlings. "Wh-what the hell is that shitty suit?!" Endou asked between gasps. "You trying to mimic swiss cheese or something?"

Shino looked over to the boy, whose eyes were now hidden beneath a shadow. "Ex-excuse me," the boy repeated again. "Do you-"

"We don't care about wherever you're trying to go!" Endou claimed, still recovering. "Leave us alone or we'll report you for harassment! Jesus, that really is a shitty suit-"

Endou never was able to finish her sentence, as in a blink of an eye, she was punched in the face by the strangely dressed boy, pain rippling through her body. The pain increased further as she went headfirst into the alleyway wall, falling to her knees. Shino and the others were wide eyed, unable to process what happened.

"DON'T TALK TO ME ABOUT FASHION!" the boy yelled. "YOU BITCHES WOULDN'T KNOW WHAT FASHION WAS IF IT SLAPPED YOU ACROSS YOUR FACE AND WENT UP YOUR NOSTRILS!"

Endou's lackeys rushed to help their friend, who was now bleeding from her mouth and nose. "Bastard," she hissed, pulling out the model gun. "Don't fuck with me! See this?! One more step and I'll . . ."

What happened next surprised Shino more than anything. As if my magic, all three girls were sent flying further down the alleyway, the wind knocked out of them. But they didn't just propel themselves out of nowhere. Only Shino saw what actually happened. From the boy's body, a strange being was summoned by his side and kicked all three girls away. It was a strange creature, with golden eyes that looked like coins and a black helmet on its head that resembled that of a Roman soldier. It's entire body was covered in a purple and white diamond pattern, with it also having black shoulder plates and golden capsules on its hands. But what stood out about the creature the most to Shino was that its neck and mouth was stitched together with some sort of white material. The creature itself terrified Shino, but also highly interested her. Because this boy had a similar being to her!

As Endou and her underlings recovered, the boy picked up the model gun that was dropped out of her hand. "So it's a fake, huh?" he remarked. "You girls should be lucky. Cause I could have killed you if you had a real gun."

Overwhelmed with fear, the girls started to pick themselves up and ran away, with Endou using her minions for support. Shino watched in relief as her bullies ran, thankful that the man showed up. But now she started to sweat. What would this boy do to her?

Thankfully though, the boy offered Shino a hand. "Looks like they were bullying you," he commented. "Need some help?" Shino obliged, but immediately recoiled at the sight of the gun in the boy's other hand. Confused, the boy looked at the gun, then back to Shino.

"It's ok," he reassured her. "It's just a fake."

"I-I know," Shino confirmed. "It's just . . . I . . . I have a fear of guns."

The boy was surprised, now looking at the model in his hands. The boy then summoned his creature again, and with a swift movement, the thing crushed the model gun in its hands, leaving only broken parts and pieces behind. Shino breathed a sigh of relief, now taking the boy's hand and getting up.

"They normally bully you?" he asked.

"Yes," Shino confirmed. "It's been like this for years now. They keep trying to get money off of me. I've probably given them thousands of yen by now."

The boy sighed, shaking his head. "What truly horrible people. But hey, it looks like they won't be bothering you for now."

Shino giggled a bit. "Yes, and I have you to thank. By the way, who are you anyways?"

"Fugo. Pannacotta Fugo. Nice to meet you."

"Panna Cotta? As in, the dessert?"

Fugo chuckled. "I get that a lot."

"Oi, Fugo! What's taking you so long?"

The two looked at the entrance to the alleyway, now seeing two new people. One of them was a girl with black hair and incredible long blonde braids. Shino was shocked to see that this girl was wearing even less clothing than Fugo was, as she was only wearing a bra and underwear! She wasn't even wearing shoes! However, she was wearing what appeared to be a loose coat, only connecting at her stomach, and what appeared to be a scarf around her neck. She also had baggy leggings that only surrounded her calves, along with the bottom of the coat forming a strange-looking skirt around her legs. Though, her most striking feature was a scar on her right eye, with it being an eight-pointed, thin star. She seemed very annoyed at Fugo for making them wait.

The other was a tall and thin man with a nervous personality. He wore a jacket decorated with aiguillettes attached to the chest, a plain pair of pants, and a pair of old fashioned shoes. His most notable feature was a Borsalino hat on his head. He appeared to have curly, orange hair wrapped around his head, along with his left eye having noticeable eyelashes hanging from the bottom. He looked at Shino, then to Fugo, then back to Shino, and murmured something under his breath.

"I'll be right with you," Fugo called back, in what Shino thought sounded like Spanish. "Sorry, I gotta go. Stay safe from now on, ok?"

"W-wait a second!" Shino called out, stopping Fugo in his tracks. "You . . . you have one of those things too?"

Fugo looked at her, confused. "That purple guy that you summoned," Shino explained. "You have one of those things too?" Fugo finally understood what she was saying, his eyes going wide.

"Fugo! Come on! I'm freezing here!" the girl complained again, in a language Shino didn't understand.

"Then you should have dressed warmer!" Fugo called back. He then turned to Shino. "Do you mind coming with us?" he asked in Japanese. "We're planning on going to a cafe not far from here. If you do, I promise we can teach you about that power of your's."

Shino nodded, deciding to follow Fugo. "Oh, and I never introduced myself either! My name's Asada Shino! And thank you for saving me again!"

Fugo turned his head back to Shino one more time, his surprised expression coming back. "Is something wrong?" she asked.

Fugo shook his head, turning back. "No, everything's ok," he confirmed. But still, a bead of sweat rolled down his face.

. . .

The four had entered a small cafe on the side of a busy street. While the owner was surprised by three fourths of the customers, he had no issues with them. Today's business was slower than usual, and any paying customers were a welcome treat, no matter what they dressed like. The girl had ordered a multi-fruit parfait, the man had an assortment of cannolis, Shino simply got a cup of coffee with milk and sugar, and Fugo ordered a strawberry Panna Cotta, which caused his friends to laugh.

"Allow me to introduce my coworkers," Fugo told Shino. "Our lightly dressed friend here is Sheila E, while the man is Cannolo Murolo."

"A pleasure!" Sheila said in broken Japanese to Shino.

"And besides, fashion over conformity! You should know that better than anyone, Fugo!"

"Maybe not to that extreme."

"Hi," was all Cannolo wanted to say.

"You speak Japanese really well," Shino commented. "Where are you guys from?"

"Italy," Fugo claimed. "I learned to speak Japanese through my studies. But introductions aside, you're telling me that you can see our powers? Our Stands?"

Fugo summoned his Stand by his side, the purple man floating a few inches above his head. Sheila and Cannolo also whipped out theirs. Sheila's appeared to be a strange combination of a human, rat, and dinosaur. It had scrawny arms and clawed feet, along with a tail with spikes protruding down the tip. It had hollow eyes sockets and spikes for ears, with small, circular jewels running down the middle of its face. It had fur-like material on its chest and waist, and metal rims covering its wrists, hands, ankles, and feet. Cannolo's Stand was much more similar yet diverse, with 53 playing cards summoned around him, with each having little arms and legs. Parts of the cards, such as the Queens and Aces, had their heads sticking out, with eyes on all of the cards. All of them played joyfully around their User.

"So that's what they're called," Shino remarked. "Yes, I can see them. And I've had my own for quite some time now."

"I guess what that man said was true," Sheila claimed. "Stand Users do attract other Stand Users!"

"Mind showing us your's?" Fugo asked.

"I . . ." The group saw Shino hesitate. "I . . . I don't like looking at my Stand. It's dangerous. It talks to me. I . . . I just don't like her at all."

Fugo was surprised by this, and translated what she said to the others. "Shino, you're Stand is a manifestation of your own soul," Fugo told her. "Being scared of your Stand is the same as being scared of yourself."

"I am scared of myself," Shino claimed, shocking Fugo. "My Stand, myself, and guns! I hate them all!"

"Could you tell us what happened to you?" Sheila asked in broken Japanese.

"Sheila!" Fugo claimed. "There's no reason why we should be poking into the personal business of . . ."

"It's ok," Shino reassured. "You're the first people I've met with the same powers as me. If you're trying to help me with this, I might as well open up a little bit about myself."

. . .

"It happened when I was younger. I had never met my father before, but my mother said that he died in a car accident. She never kept any information about him, and even left her old home to get away from the memories involving him. Nevertheless, we still lived a peaceful life with each other and her parents. That was, until that day . . ."

Shino could remember it clearly. Her mother had taken her to the bank to withdraw some money, and Shino waited patiently for her by a bench, reading a magazine. That was, until a man in black clothing came inside, wearing a cap and carrying a bag. He shoved her mother to the ground and opened a bag, revealing a gun inside. He demanded that the clerks give him all the money or he'll shoot.

However, even though a clerk put a wad of cash into the bag, the man still fired and killed him nonetheless, delusionally thinking that he set off an alarm. He demanded another clerk to put more money in the bag, this time threatening to shoot her mother if they didn't. It was this that sprung Shino into action, biting the man's hand and causing him to drop the gun. While the man shook her free, she quickly grabbed the weapon off the ground, to which the man sprung on her and kept hitting her to grab it back. It was then that Shino heard her for the first time.

"Do you wish to protect her? You're mother?"

"I do," Shino thought, without hesitation.

"At any cost?"

"ANY!"

"Then my power is yours."

Shino felt calmness. Unnatural calmness. While the man continued to push her and slap her around, she didn't feel it. She ignored it. Her vision became strictly focused and precise. It was as if a red target was in her vision as she stared at the man in front of her. Her grip on the gun became steady. Her target deadly and ready.

"Pull the trigger, Shino!"

And she did. The man recoiled back, gasping for air. He clutched the right side of his stomach, feeling a warm, wet liquid dripping out. He screamed, reaching to grab Shino, but was too slow. He recoiled back again, this time out of range from Shino, a second shot fired into his right shoulder. The man was barely able to get up, rage in his eyes, reaching out to the little girl who had shot him. But suddenly he shivered. For the girl's eyes were unnatural. Razor focused. No screams or fear on her face. Just the nature to kill.

And once again, she did. A third shot. Right between the eyes. A red hole in the man's cap. He fell over dead, the last thing he saw being that little girl who ended his life. Shino calmed down, breathing a sigh of relief. She looked over to her mother, happy that she was ok. But she only saw fear. Fear and horror. Fear and horror and disgust. All directed at her. And as Shino looked down, she saw the blood on her hands, the gun placed in between them. She realized what she had done. She had killed. Killed that man. She was a murderer!

"Not a murderer," she said. Shino looked up with tears in her eyes to see someone she had never met before. "You are a warrior. My power is yours to control. I am whatever you want me to be, Shino."

. . .

"After that, my mother never spoke to me again," Shino finished. "She hated me. She was disgusted with me. She left me in the hands of my uncle afterwards and never wanted to see me, only providing me with money every once and a while."

"But what really scared me was my power. My second self. No one could see her, not even my mother. Doctors summed it up as an imaginary friend or split personality. No one at school saw her either, but she could do all of these things that were real! She could pick up books, look at others' tests, and even skip stones! Everyone just claimed it was a party trick or joked that I was a witch. On top of that, others made fun of me and harassed me for killing that man. While many news reports said I was a hero, I still didn't think I was. Ever since then, I view my Stand exactly like I do with guns. If either had never shown up in my life . . . I'd be able to live normally. My mother would still love me. I wouldn't get bullied. And I wouldn't have this stupid fear of guns!"

Her tablemates sat in silence, listening to Shino's tale, after Fugo translated it for them. "I'm sorry that you went through with so much," Fugo claimed. "And most people wouldn't be able to relate to you. But . . . I think I can."

Shino looked up in confusion. "My parents always had high expectations for me," Fugo said. "They forced me into strict education and never found anything I did worthwhile, even when I made it up to a university at a young age. Even with this one time . . . no, nevermind. I won't touch on it. To summarize, I was kicked out of the school for a violent act and my parents forced me out of their household. I only found my true family later on, and it continues to grow with these guys."

"Aw shucks, you're making me blush, Fugo!" Sheila claimed.

"You should start talking to me like that all the time," Cannolo remarked.

"Don't get your hopes up," Fugo said. "But back to what I was saying. I wasn't born with my Stand right away, but like you, I didn't want to face it. Not just because I hated it, but because of how dangerous it is. Yet, thanks to my friends, I was able to overcome its power and fully control it. I embraced that part of me. And you should too."

Shino listened to his words, understanding that Fugo, and the others most likely, had gone through the same thing. For the first time, she was able to connect with people like her! Never in her wildest dreams did she expect to meet others who understood her struggles and had similar ones to share.

"So please, do you mind bringing out your Stand?" Fugo asked.

With a heavy heart, Shino nodded, and the group watched as Shino revealed it. It was a humanoid Stand with the figure of a woman, colored in a light blue and white striped pattern, with lines running across its entire body. Blue, rose-like vines wrapped around its arms and legs, with an actual blue rose on its left shoulder and knees. It had an armor piece around its waist, with crosses around the armor and its hands had blue circular pieces on its knuckles. Across its body, it also had several red jewels, specifically marked around its right abdomen, its right shoulder, and between its eyes. Four other blue jewels were on its face as well, on its forehead, on either side of above its eyes, and on its chin. Her eyes were covered by a red visor, which stretched around her head, but a faint glow of blue shone underneath the device.

"I call her Rocket Queen," Shino stated. "What about yours?"

"Mine is Purple Haze," Fugo stated, looking up at his own Stand.

"This guy here is Voodoo Child," Sheila claimed.

"All Along Watchtower," Cannolo said. It was then the man received a call from his phone. After taking it, Cannolo murmured some things unheard by the others. "Fugo. The boss called. It's time to go."

Fugo nodded and took out his phone. "Let's exchange our numbers. When I have free time, we can meet up and I can show you how to control your Stand."

"Th-thank you," Shino stated, breathing a sigh of relief. She quickly got rid of Rocket Queen from her view, as she exchanged numbers with everyone at the table. Afterwards, the group got up and paid for their meals as they waved goodbye to Shino.

"And just letting you know," Sheila whispered to Shino. "Fugo's mine, so don't go and try stealing him from me. Got it?" Shino flustered up a bit, but nodded in understanding. Sheila smirked and ran after her friends, wondering what was taking her so long.

"Asada!" Shino looked behind her as she waved goodbye to the collection of Stand Users. A boy was running up to greet her. He had long, brown hair that reached to his ears and covered his head like a helmet. He wore a yellowish-brown jacket and dark brown pants. The boy was relieved to see Shino. "I was looking everywhere for you! I thought Endou and her goons got you!"

"I'm ok, Shinkawa," Shino confirmed. "I was just . . . meeting up with some new friends."

"Oh?" Shinkawa looked over her shoulder to see the strange group of people walking away. The boy pouted a little bit when he saw Fugo, believing Shino had left him for another guy. "What were you guys talking about?"

"Nothing much," Shino claimed. "They had similar issues like mine and were planning on helping me with my problems."

"Oh! That's it! Of course!" Shinkawa remarked, relieved to know it was only that. "By the way, Asada, the Bullet of Bullets Tournament is coming up soon! You should go register while you have the chance!"

"That's right! Thanks for reminding me, Shinkawa!" Shino remarked, heading back towards her home.

"Um, Asada?" Shinkawa piped up, stopping Shino momentarily. "Endou and her goons still may be out there. Do you . . . want me to walk you home?"

"Um . . ." Shino was surprised, but shook the idea off. "Sorry! To be honest, those guys already took care of Endou for me! I'll be ok! Thanks anyways, Shinkawa!"

"N-no problem," he murmured, as he watched Shino go out of his view. He sighed, wondering if he should have been more direct about it. "One day . . ." he thought, stuffing his hands into his pocket and walking off.

. . .

"You found her by chance, huh?"

Fugo, Sheila, and Cannolo had met up at the apartment they would be staying at for quite some time. It was a very spacious room, with couches and loveseats being able to fit everyone, and a large patio to look over the entire city. Cannolo sat in a chair, watching his Stand perform tricks like making themselves into a tower. Sheila was playing an older video game with Doppio, trying to encourage him into gaining some self confidence. Mista was cleaning his gun and checking his ammo, while his Stand messed around with Cannolo's. And Giorno was sitting with Fugo, talking about their recent encounter.

"Yes. And by the looks of it, she has a Stand too. She's gone through a lot already as well," Fugo claimed.

"No hostility?" Giorno asked.

"None," Fugo confirmed.

"Best if we report this to Jotaro and the others then," Giorno claimed, looking over his shoulder. "And Mista! You and Doppio better hurry! You're meeting with Kirigaya and the others at the hospital soon!"

"That's right! Come on, kid! Let's go already!" Mista claimed.

"Don't call me a kid!" Doppio complained. "I'm older than you!"

As the two left the room, Giorno pushed himself out of his seat. "I wonder what effect that girl will have on us," Giorno considered, grabbing a telephone and dialing a number.

"Jotaro, is that you? We've met another one."

To Be Continued . . .

Why the hell is Asada Shino afraid of a finger gun? It looks nothing like a real gun, you idiot!

So yeah, I forgot to mention that I'm skipping Episode 2! Everything in that fight happened pretty much the same, so I decided it was best to forget about it, as you all have seen it before. Just leave out that stupid part where Sinon thinks that smiling in a video game means strength. That's the stupidest bullshit I've heard in a while.

And yeah, Sinon has a Stand! I tried to visualize it as best as I could! Hope some fanart in the future would do it justice! But what is its true power? Find out soon!

Also, I would say that this is the part where I say #FugoDeservedBetter, but I'm not! To those of you who don't know, there's actually a separate story that happens in Part 5 that wasn't animated, with Fugo as the star! Some of you may have heard of it as Purple Haze Feedback, a light novel detailing what happened to everyone 6 months after Giorno defeated Diavolo! It's pretty good and wraps up a lot of things we wanted to see after Part 5! And yes, Sheila E and Cannolo Murolo are from the light novel! It's very good and I do suggest finding it or reading it for those of you who loved Part 5! And don't tell me for a second that this isn't canon!

I'll paint a quick picture of what happens. After Giorno becomes the Mafia Leader, he finds Fugo again and recruits him to show his loyalty to the new Passione boss. He teams up with Sheila and Cannolo on a mission to defeat Passione's Narcotic Team, who was responsible for supplying Passione with those drugs in the first place! Interested yet? I'm telling you, it's a good ending for Part 5 and wraps up Fugo's character! They even reference it in Eyes of Heaven! So I thought it was best if I included this newly changed Fugo into this story!

Overall, I hope everyone is excited for the next chapter! We'll be diving into GGO next time! See you then!

DID YOU KNOW: Purple Haze Feedback is set 6 months after Part 5, meaning that it takes place in October. To those of you who have read it, you should get why I titled this chapter "Meeting Distortion." We need to get this thing animated!