Make sure that Johnny will not be paired with Emilia. Unlike Subaru, the ultimate simp, Johnny is quite faithful to Rina in this fanfiction. His relationship with Emilia would be that of Johnny and Gyro: a friendship that takes the form in between a mentor and mentee.
Now... I hope y'all enjoy this chapter! Hope the fight scenes are good enough! And please point out if I miscalculated a character's strength and powers. I hate being inaccurate. Ruins the whole story, you know?
Anyways... Let's get it!
As the steel ball made contact with the wooden door, the inflexible wood couldn't hold long as it completely broke into splinters of wood. But it wasn't just the door that was completely shattered. The force of the spin also took chunks out of the edges of the door too, until there was a big hole in the front of the house. Big enough for Black Parade to trot inside.
"..." Silently watching what was happening, Johnny's blazing eyes set on a beautiful woman in black. A beautiful, dangerous woman who was holding a very sharp and strange shortsword that was dripping copious amounts of blood.
'A kukri…' Thought Johnny as his mind flashed back to the Steel Ball Run where many cowboys wielded that blade during their travels.
Meanwhile, behind the woman was a large man with dark skin and he was bleeding pretty heavily. Next to the man was the little girl he had seen, and judging the way they were standing it didn't take long for Johnny to realize that this woman was about to kill a child.
Whatever this woman was, she was the calamity that Black Parade had sensed. She was dangerous.
In an enclosed space like this… fighting on Black Parade would be more disadvantageous, but so was crawling on the floor. Biting his lip, he opened his palm as the steel ball jumped back into his hand. Then… by pressing it against Black Parade, he dismounted from it and shooed the horse out of the house and away from danger.
The tense silence was broken by Johnny.
"Leave." He spoke, his voice leaving no room for arguments. "Leave the child, leave the man, and leave the insignia behind you."
"The insignia…" Trailed the woman in a sultry tone as her drowsy eyes flickered to Emilia and widened slightly when they rested on Puck. Then, her attention was back to Johnny who was holding the rotating steel ball. Then, she laughed hard.
"I'll admit that you have scary eyes, but a cripple? Really?" She taunted as she placed her fingers on her lips as her laughter turned into composed giggles.
"... You have four seconds left to make your decision." Spoke Johnny calmly.
The answer was given in less than a second as the woman's kukri nearly decapitated him. Instead, he flung his body downwards as his right arm threw the green steel ball up at the woman.
The woman dodged it easily as the steel ball struck the ceiling, causing pieces of wood to fall.
"Nice moves you got there, cripple." She spoke, licking her lips. "Unfortunately, you're too below me for me to slice open your bowels with—"
The bitch didn't get to finish her sentence as a hail of ice rained down on her. Unfortunately, none of it hit its target as the woman turned out to be slippery as an eel, as she calmly dodged every projectile.
"You're a great spirit!" Yelled Johnny as he fired two nail bullets at the woman who simply deflected it using her blade. "Can't you just… you know, vaporize this woman or something?!"
"I can't…" Spoke Puck, frustration clear behind his calm mask. "I can't stay in this form for too long… in fact… sorry Johnny, I'm leaving it up to you…"
"Eh?" Spoke Johnny as he managed to see the cat fading into specks of dust.
"Eh?" He parroted his word once again by the sheer absurdity of the situation. He charged straight in, since he had backup from the self proclaimed great spirit. Besides, he already had a taste of the spirit's aura and because of that he was confident that they could overcome the calamity! But… but… the cat just bailed out! The fuck?!
"What…? Oh come on!" Screamed Johnny as the woman slowly turned her attention to him again as her smile grew wider. "Puck! You fucker! You should've told me earlier!"
"Hoh, were you so confident because you only relied on that spirit? Truly, your despairing face is quite… wait…"
The woman frowned as she caught Johnny laughing.
"Have you finally gone senile or do you find this situation of yours to be funny? Well… in my perspective it is quite humorous, but in yours—"
"Oh no… that's not why I'm laughing." Assured Johnny as he leaned backwards, confident in his victory. "I'll admit that Puck's sudden disappearance was unexpected and caught me off guard. But I'm just laughing at my successful initial attack."
"Initial…?" Asked the woman as she tilted her head. To her, she didn't sense anything coming towards her at the moment. If this man was talking about the strange green steel ball, she didn't feel it coming to her at all. In fact, she could still hear it spinning on the ceiling, unable to come down just yet for whatever bizarre reason.
"What a silly bluff." She spoke annoyed to think that this male considered her to fall for such an obvious trap. "Trying to get my attention to the ceiling so you can shoot me with those fingernails?"
Suddenly, something strong impacted the woman's throat, sending her faltering as she froze on the spot. She couldn't speak. She couldn't breathe. All she could do was feel the pain coming from her throat…! And when she reached for it, she happened to find a rather large hole in the middle of her neck.
"『Tusk ACT II』" Spoke Johnny as he raised his fingers.
To explain what had happened, Johnny had already shot a nail bullet into the steel ball using 『Tusk ACT II』. So when the ball made impact with the ceiling, the hole that was still rotating on the surface of the ball moved up to the ceiling. And when the debris fell from above, the hole moved up to a wooden piece and that wooden piece happened to fall on the woman's back, causing the nail bullet to directly transfer into the woman's backside. Since she didn't think the wooden piece would possibly carry something that could harm her, she simply let the debris fall on her as she evaded Johnny and Puck's attacks. Then, it was only a matter of time before the nail bullet reached the woman's vitals.
Then… just to be sure, Johnny fired five nail bullets into the woman's face and breasts as all of them made contact, sending the woman flying away and crashing into a pile of boxes. The floor was now messy with splattered blood.
"Two nail bullets left… and another few are about to grow within a few seconds…" Murmured Johnny as he looked at his fingernails. Behind him, he heard Emilia shuffling her feet, making her way towards him as the steel ball came back to his hands..
"J-Johnny? Are you alright?" Whispered Emilia. "I-is she…?"
"Hey… Emilia…" Spoke Johnny, his face covered in sweat as he stared at the bloody mess. "Where I came from… the laws of a duel or an act of self defense were mostly pardoned even if a person turns out to be dead. But…"
Johnny lurched over as he began to clutch his face in pure desperation.
"Fuck! I don't know the rules and laws of this place yet! And I had to go and kill somebody! Fuck! Emilia, please don't tell me they hang those who commit murder… please tell me I'm not going to jail for what I've done!"
"Hey!" Came the voice of the thief with a warbling voice, which made Johnny and Emilia turn their heads to stare at the girl who was kneeling in front of the large man. "P-please help him! I'll give you back the insignia and go to jail and spill my guts and everything! Just… just help him!"
Emilia and Johnny glanced at each other, hesitating as they tried to read each other's mind. Then, after an understanding between them Emilia moved to heal the large man. Although Emilia acted upon her kindness to help those in need, Johnny agreed to help based on the sincerity of the thief. She was willing to hand over what she had stolen for the man's life. After all, it seems that the woman herself was after the insignia too.
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Johnny's eyes widened in surprise as he noticed the disappearance of the woman's body. It was simply not there anymore.
'What?' Thought Johnny frantically as a bead of cold sweat trickled down his brow. 'She's dead… she's dead for sure. I shot my nail bullets through her face and they penetrated through her face and out of her skull… I know the force of my nail bullets and from the distance I shot them, they should've penetrated her skull! Does this mean that there is an accomplice of that woman…? No… that wouldn't make sense! The accomplice would kill us, then retrieve the body. Why retrieve the body…?!'
Then, within a fraction of a second he saw the supposingly dead woman standing behind the thief, her kukri raised high with her face completely drenched in her sanguine blood.
Too far to help, Johnny immediately threw the steel ball at the girl. The girl, so focused on the injured man, didn't see the knife or the ball coming at her. Fortunately, Johnny's steel ball was faster as it struck the thief, knocking her sideways, narrowingly missing the blade that was about to penetrate her spine.
"Oi!" Yelled Johnny as he pointed his two remaining bullets at the woman. "Your business is with me you fucking bitch!"
He fired all of his nail bullets and the woman single handedly deflected all of them. Then, raising her arm high, she swept her blade right at Emilia.
"No!" Yelled Johnny, but he soon found out that he didn't need to worry that much.
A semi-transparent barrier suddenly appeared as the blade crashed and bounced off of it. Then, several shards of ice started to form around the silver-haired girl and began to blast towards the woman who dodged them with ease.
But even with this ability called magic, Johnny knew that they weren't going to win. Even with resolve and hunger, he knew that it would take a miracle to defeat this woman and he doubted that 『Tusk ACT IV』 would even hit the woman considering her speed and reflexes. And how did she survive the barrage of nail bullets?!
"Oi, oi, oi… Emilia, how is she still alive?" Asked Johnny once the battle came to a slight pause. "I thought I pierced her head with my projectiles… Do people in this kingdom have thicker skulls or is it magic crap?"
"I-I think I know why…" Spoke the thief, who recovered from Johnny's steel ball as she shakingly positioned herself behind Emilia and near the unconscious man. "I've only heard of her… I think… I think that's Elsa Granhiert… the Bowel Hunter…! Rumors say that she's a vampire!"
"I guess that directly translates to 'we're fucked'." Groaned Johnny as he kept his eyes on the woman. It was a good thing he left black parade outside. With his body and her speed, there was no way he could protect his new companion. And a vampire? Weren't sunlight fatal to those creatures? Then how is she standing there in the first place?
"Oh… I wouldn't use such crude language, but yes, your first assessment is correct." Suddenly, the sultry tone disappeared as a hideous(yet still beautiful) snarl made way to her face as she glared at Johnny who simply gulped at the sheer aura that was being emitted by the vampire. "Especially you, cripple. You're most certainly going to be fucked."
"I have a wife." Deadpanned Johnny as sweat dribbled down his brow. Unfortunately, his attempt at making a joke to somewhat defuse the tension had no effect whatsoever.
"Then I'll just have to deliver your gutless body directly to her before I harvest her bowels." Growled Elsa as she crouched down. But as she did, she didn't notice how Johnny's body stiffened as his eyes narrowed. Elsa Granhiert had royally pissed off Johnny Joestar.
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But even with rage, Johnny knew they couldn't beat this monster called Elsa.
"... hey, kid." Spoke Johnny as he readied his fingers as six more nails grew back as he chewed on his emergency chamomile herbs. "Get out of here."
"What?! No! I'm not leaving old-man Rom—"
"I'm not telling you to just get out of here! I'm telling you to get help! There's no way we can beat this bitch on our own, so run and get some help, or we all die!"
Sobbing, the thief picked herself up and began to run out of the broken door. Thankfully, Elsa wasn't interested in one of her prey leaving. As long as it wasn't Johnny Joestar leaving her sights along with the half-elf girl, anybody was allowed to leave. She couldn't wait to hear him choking on his own blood as she strangles him with his own intestines… then, as she promised, she would hunt this man's wife and proceed to do the same thing to her as well… How dare he… how dare he humiliate her like this? If it was a famous knight or some great being that harmed her like this, she wouldn't complain much. But to have a cripple who she had never heard of harm her like this…
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It vexed her to no end.
Unfortunately for her, Johnny was no easy prey.
Shooting bullet after bullet, the jockey made sure Elsa kept her distance away from him. Plus, with Emilia helping, Elsa was having a hard time closing in. However, Johnny wasn't confident that this neutral battle will continue forever. Someone was going to lose focus, deplete their stamina, or do something that would bring a decisive victory to either side, and for some reason he didn't believe that they would be victorious.
Johnny or Emilia needed to take the initiative or they were going to die. Thus, Johnny picked up the steel ball in his hand again and began to scheme his next move.
Within a few minutes later, the balance cracked as Emilia's magic attacks began to deteriorate as she took in gasps of air with her face drenched in sweat. Johnny's predictions were correct. Either his chamomile herbs ran out causing his fingernails to grow slower, or Emilia's inexperienced self causing them to falter, or whichever case it was, defeat was inevitable in the long run.
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"Get back!" Yelled Johnny as he grabbed the back of Emilia's clothes as he flung her back as she tumbled away from the sharp steel that nearly cleaved her stomach. Then, he fired three more nail bullets at the killer, but this time, she didn't jump back like she used to.
Knowing that the magic caster was exhausted, she took this opportunity to get closer. So, she did. She dashed forward instead of backstepping, and leisurely dodged all of Johnny's nail bullets. Without the half-elf to provide defense or offense, Elsa didn't need to be cautious anymore. Thus, she blurred right in front of the cripple, whose eyes widened, not expecting the sudden burst of speed.
With a flash, Johnny felt the woman's slender fingers clenching his neck, and forcing him up in the air with his feet dragging on the ground.
"You…" Hissed the woman with a sweet sickly smile that looked so punchable. "You've done a lot to me haven't you?"
"... damn… you!" Choked Johnny as he struggled to stay awake.
"Yes… you have indeed." Purred the woman as she stabbed Johnny in the stomach.
THUNK
"... eh?" Spoke Elsa, startled by the foreign sound. She expected the cripple to scream as the noise of squelching guts and shredding muscles gave pleasure to her ears. But… she never imagined hearing a thunking noise. Did… did he have some kind of armor? No… the sensation was not of armor, but of dense muscle. More dense than that giant over there. Then the solution was obvious. Elsa simply put more force into her blade and she smiled once again as she felt the tip of her blade entering the cripple bit by bit.
"Ah… UAHHHHH! YOU… BITCH! IT HURTS!" Screamed Johnny as he felt the blade entering his abs. Even when using the steel ball to strengthen his abs to the maximum, this bitch was pushing through! Thankfully, due to Elsa's title as the Bowel Hunter and her attack patterns, Johnny knew that she was going to aim for his guts.
"Not too smug now are you, cripple?" Sneered the bitch as the tip dug deeper and deeper. "I can't wait… I can't wait to see the look of despair in your feeble eyes as you choke on your blood! Now show me your bowels and your tears, you pathetic worm!"
Suddenly, the pressure on the kukri disappeared and the blade was pushed out of Johnny's chest as it fell to the floor along a lump of flesh and a splash of blood.
"Eh?"
Shakingly, Elsa Granhiert slowly tilted her head downwards and saw what she thought was impossible.
The midsection of her right forearm was completely severed. Although her right hand was still clutching her blade, she couldn't feel anything from her fingers. Then, with a soft thump, the blade penetrated the wooden planks of the floor along with the severed appendage.
"What…?"
"Did you seriously think my fingernails were my only option for projectiles…?" Spoke Johnny as his eyes blazed with determination. "Unfortunately, I don't know the extent of your regeneration. You may regrow your arm within a second and choke me to death, but for now… I'm positive that my nail bullets will be faster than your actions."
The Bowel Hunter's eyes grew wider as her pupils turned into slits as she stared in horror at the spinning toenails, now visible due to the tip of Johnny's boots being ripped off from the sheer force of Johnny's Stand. Then, the impact came and Elsa had barely enough time to brace herself.
Once again, the vampire was lifted into the air by the sheer force of the barrage of toenails that hit her, but since she was so close to Johnny this time, the bullets hit her with more force than before and tore out some of her flesh completely. This time, Elsa couldn't hold back her scream as dozens of nail bullets ripped through her body as she screeched in pain.
"Mada mada daze!" Yelled Johnny in Japanese, another Japanese phrase he used frequently in Japan.
Then, from his back, the steel ball that had been hardening his stomach muscles spun across his body and made its way to his open palm. Now, with the green steel ball spinning, Johnny's hips rotating, and his right arm winded up, Johnny had one more clear shot at the bitch, and he didn't hesitate.
"ORA!"
The spinning ball met Elsa's stupefied face with a sickening crunch, and the vampire lady was blown away once again by the sheer force of the steel ball. With her whole body spinning twice because of the steel ball, Johnny heard her neck breaking from the spin. Perhaps she was really a vampire with stronger durability than a human. Johnny at first expected his steel ball to rip the bitch's head off, but to only see her skin expand and her bones break… She was quite a dangerous opponent he hadn't had for a long time…
"J-Johnny…?" Came the timid voice of Emilia. Then, when she saw Johnny victorious, her concerned face immediately turned to one of joy as she let out a breath she had been holding. "Y-you won! And… you're barely hurt too! I'm glad…"
"Holy! Shit!" Came the younger voice as the thief with golden hair stared at Johnny with awe. "You've actually beaten her! You've actually beaten the Bowel Hunter!"
"Indeed he has." An unfamiliar voice came. "And with a spinning green steel ball too, how queer."
With his adrenaline still pumping, Johnny raised his fingers at the newcomer. Was this one of the thief's comrades? Were they here to retrieve the bald man who was still breathing feebly on the floor? After they did, were they going to kill him and Emilia and take away the insignia to the black market? No way of knowing what the stranger's intentions were, Johnny kept his fingers up, ready to use the bald man as a hostage if needed. But his arm dropped when he noticed the man.
He… he seemed friendly. Although his face that showed great nobility and kindness may be a farce, Johnny decided to lower his guard. His instincts were telling him that this person was somebody who was going to help, instead of harm. With his presence around, Johnny felt safe. He felt comforted. He felt… he felt…
Home.
"J-Johnny!" Came the shocked voice of Emilia as she gaped at Johnny Joestar's torso. "Y-your stomach… your stomach…!"
"Eh?"
That was when he noticed the serious wound. Even with strengthening his muscles to the maximum using the spin and the perfect sphere ball, it wasn't perfect against the vampire's kukri. A waterfall of blood gushed out of his wound, staining his already dirty white clothes with red.
"Shit…" Groaned Johnny as he started to feel lightheaded. "Lost too much blood… didn't… notice…"
With those words, he promptly fell over and landed on his back, choking on air as he tried his best to breathe.
"S-string…" Choked Johnny as he mentioned to Emilia who rushed over to Johnny, tears evident in her eyes as she furiously began to wipe some away. "I-I need some string… gotta… gotta close that wound… patch it up… Gyro's… Gyro's Zombie Horse would… it would work… it would…"
"He's losing consciousness." Came the stern voice of the red-haired man as he took the other side of Johnny, inspecting the wound. However, Johnny could only make out the silhouette of him as his eyes grew heavier by the passing second. He lost too much blood. Although he couldn't 100% confirm the death of the bitch who stabbed him, he had won for sure. But in return, he was now on the brink of death.
'So… relaxing…' Thought Johnny to himself as the world grew dark around him. 'It's like floating in the pool… I had a pool once… I had a pool in my house… my first house. It was a sunny day, so I kept Danny in a cage and dipped into the cool water with Nicholas and father… father…'
The father and son had reconciled successfully and developed a strong relationship through forgiveness and time, but George Joestar's words still haunted Johnny in his nightmares.
But with this warm feeling in his chest, there was no way he was going to have nightmares. With the voices of Emilia, the thief, and the man fading out, Johnny Joestar closed his eyes and let out a breath. And if he opened them again, maybe he'll get to see his wife and child again and realize this bizarre world was nothing but a dream. Just like Alice who dreamt of drowning in her wonderland.
(3rd Person POV)
After Johnny Joestar closed his eyes, Emilia had immediately begun to panic. Without Puck's guidance, she couldn't contain her emotions of worry as anxiety spiked up from her heart. Meanwhile, Reinhard, the red-headed knight, was looking greatly concerned too. This was quite the dilemma. The young girl behind him was pleading to heal the bald dark-skinned man, but he couldn't just leave this man to die. In fact, there was the problem with the Bowel Hunter's whereabouts. Just for a few seconds, Reinhard could feel her presence, weak but still there. Now, he grimaced, knowing that the cold-blooded killer made her escape when he rushed over to help the blond man.
But before Reinhard could decide who to help, a small voice suddenly burst out from underneath the man's wounds.
"Chyumimi ~ in!"
Reinhard blinked. Emilia blinked. The thief didn't blink for she couldn't hear it.
"Chyumimi ~ in!"
"D-did you hear that…?" Stuttered Emilia as she looked around her, unable to pinpoint where the sound was coming from. "Where is that strange sound coming from?"
"Inside his wound." Answered Reinhard, his eyes narrowing a bit as his hands rested on the hilt of his sword. Unaware of this bizarre moment, Reinhard was prepared to swing his sword if needed, and he had already located another sword on the wall if this wasn't the time to use the Dragon Sword Reid. Then, the unexpected happened.
"Chyumimi ~ in! Chyumimi ~ in! Chyumimi ~ in!"
"A spirit?" Gasped Emilia as she stared at the sudden appearance of a pink… being adorned with yellow stars on its small body. Not once in hers or in Reinhard's life did they see such a strange looking… spirit?
"Is… that a spirit?" Spoke Reinhard, his grip on his hilt loosening as he stared at the pink creature with interest as it kept on making those cute sounds. "It looks strange… foreign… Is it even a spirit at all?"
"Chyumimi ~ in! Chyumimi ~ in! Chyumimi ~ in!"
"Hey! What are you looking at! Either come and save old-man Rom or— whoa… what are those pretty lights?"
Although Felt couldn't hear or see Johnny Joestar's 『Tusk』, for she had no connections with spirits whatsoever, it wasn't hard for even for to witness the sudden surge of lesser spirits suddenly gathering around Johnny Joestar.
"How did these lesser spirits…? Did this pink creature call out to them?" Spoke Emilia as her eyes widened in wonder at the lesser spirits that crowded around Johnny's wound.
"That appears so." Agreed Reinhard, finally realizing what the pink creature had done. When Reinhard had gone to exterminate beasts and dangerous predators, he had once heard the cry a wounded beast had let out. A cry for help for its herd. A cry for help as it was backed into a corner and nearly facing death itself. This pink creature, spirit or not, had done the same thing. As this strange man was slowly bleeding to death, it crawled itself out of the man's wounds and started to beg for help. That was why there was so much desperation and sadness from its voice, and that was probably why the lesser spirits complied.
When the small lights of the lesser spirits dispersed, the pink creature was nowhere to be seen, and the deep wound that once existed in Johnny's stomach had disappeared, only replaced with pinkish skin and hard muscles.
"... gotta say that was amazing… But can you guys seriously help old-man Rom now! Please! I'll go to jail and pay for my crimes! J-just help him! Please!"
Breaking the two out of their stupor, Emilia immediately went over to the large man and started to treat him. With all the lesser spirits gone, it was easier for her to utilize her mana, and thankfully, the wounds on this man weren't that deep. The most probable case was that he was knocked out by blunt trauma, but either way it wasn't life threatening if she could heal him.
But now… she turned her attention to Johnny as the young man barely stirred in his lying position.
There were so many mysteries surrounding him. His green steel balls, how it spun so fast that it made the trunk of the tree bend in such a bizarre way, how it jumped back into his hands. And his nails too! Those blue nails of his that spun faster than anything that turned into weapons that were akin to a bladed weapon as they were shot directly out of his fingers. Then, the appearance of the weird pink creature from Johnny's wound. Did he happen to carry that creature inside his body this whole entire time? Was it a spirit, or was it more like a pet?
But whatever the truth may be, the man named Johnny Joestar had saved her, helped her in so many ways that she couldn't even know how to repay him. With Black Parade, he had tracked down her insignia. Even knowing that danger was up ahead, he entered a dangerous place for her. Emilia was grateful, and resolved herself to help Johnny any way that she can.
But first… she had to deal with the insignia problem, then she could bring Johnny to Roswaal's mansion to give him proper treatment, just in case.
(Johnny POV)
Johnny Joestar felt so cold. It was freezing to the point that it felt like he was being cooked from the inside, which boiled his blood in his veins, as every part of his body screamed in agony. But that wasn't the worst feeling. The worst feeling was his position. Unable to move, unable to scream, but only able to twitch and spasm only ever so slightly as cold bewitched hands crawled all over his body.
This was a rape. There was no denying it. As each fingertips carrassed the jockey's body, Johnny urged himself to scream in denial, but alas, his body didn't move, just like his legs.
"Stop…" Rasped Johnny as he barely made a sound. "Stop… please…"
Then, those wicked hands surged through Johnny's chest, once again grabbing his heart like a hungry lioness, and started to jerk it around, literally tugging on Johnny's heartstrings. From the sudden abuse, Johnny couldn't help but shriek out in pain and fear as blood seemed to sweep out of every orifice in his body.
"Stop… it… Stop it… Stop it… Stop it. Stop it. Stop it…! STOP IT!"
With an agonizing, beastily yell, the male Jockey sat straight up in a large bedroom. Sweating furiously, he clutched where his heart was and felt the internal organ thumping hard against his chest. Then, his hands wandered south to his wound that he sustained yesterday. Surprisingly, there wasn't even a scratch. Did someone happen to have Hot Pant's 『Cream Starter』 or had some similar ability? Well… this world had magic after all. Maybe that was why he couldn't find a scar in his abdomen.
It was then, Johnny Joestar began to analyze his surroundings. Strange crystals that seemed to work like lightbulbs hung around the place, providing enough light. Meanwhile, he was sitting up in a grand bed, large enough to fit five more people. Not even Johnny Joestar, a rather well accomplished genius jockey, ever slept in between such a luxurious bed with such a soft mattress and expensive looking sheets.
Then he noticed his attire. Instead of his white outfit, he was wearing a grey robe, like a hospital attire he had once worn for weeks when he got shot at the movie theater.
"Shit… those shitty memories…" Growled Johnny as he clenched his fists to get rid of the day he fell from his grace. "So it wasn't a dream, eh? It wasn't a dream… haha… it wasn't… it wasn't a dream…"
It took a few minutes for Johnny to gather his thoughts and calm down. Out from the window in what seemed like the guest room, the curtains fluttered, allowing a fresh gust of wind and sunshine to come into the room. Thankfully, these aspects of nature aided Johnny to calm his mind as his breathing began to become more collected. Wiping away the tears that covered his face, Johnny let his tired body fall onto the bed, allowing the warm, comfy bed to swallow him up.
This place seemed to be the residence of Emilia, the girl he had helped yesterday. With a kind heart like hers, it was most certain that she carried his frail body to this place and helped him recover from such a wound. Although he had no idea how many days had passed since his encounter with Elsa Granhiert, he wasn't in a hurry to find out. Sighing to himself, he decided to take this luxurious time to rest a bit more. Turning up in a world he had never heard of after his presumed death and departure from everything he had cared and loved left him physically and mentally fatigued. He deemed that sleep and rest was important for somebody like him. Thus, he closed his eyes and relaxed on the soft fluffy pillows.
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"Oh… oh shit… oh no… Oh shit!" Yelped Johnny as he shot up from his bed again as his body sent him jolts of tingling sensations. With PTSD kicked in again, Johnny frantically moved his body around. In the process, he slipped and fell head first to the well polished wooden floor, causing him to bleed from his head, but that wasn't important to Johnny right now. Right now, his dignity as a human being was under extreme danger, and he had no intentions of letting what had happened to him happen again. That… humiliating incident that would haunt him forever. A traumatizing experience that rivaled when he heard those heart-aching words from his father.
Crawling towards the door, with his face extremely pale, Johnny managed to force the door open using the spin with the tips of fingers as the handle swung the door open. Now, faced with what seemed like an endless corridor Johnny gasped as his eyes widened in horror.
'Should… should I call for help…?' Thought Johnny, frantically to himself as he looked around him. 'No… I'll call only when I need them… I can't allow my pride to drop lower than it already is!'
His eyes burning black with determination, he crawled to the first door beside the guest room and opened it.
What appeared in front of the male jockey was a library. So grand and spectacular, Johnny had momentarily forgotten his state of crisis as he stared at the room with his jaw hanging out. How could such a room exist…? When thinking of the guest room, there was no way this room could possibly fit… Was this a Stand… or magic…? It should be magic, for neither Emilia nor Puck knew about Stands.
Suddenly, the signal of calamity shot throughout Johnny as he clenched his teeth, as his eyes shot wide open.
"A person crawling on the floor, with his state nearly being disrobed, and bleeding from his head. You are a devious burglar or a massive pervert, I suppose?"
A small child that looked like she had just graduated from preschool happened to be sitting on a wooden step stool. Judging by her clothes, Johnny could easily guess that this was a noblewoman or at the very least, a daughter of a very rich person. And… what strange butterfly-like pupils she had. Johnny never had seen such strange pupils in his life, but somehow, it matched her looks.
But this wasn't the time to observe. It was the time to act to avoid the incoming disaster.
"Child…" Choked Johnny as he ignored the dribbling blood from his head or how nearly he was disrobed from crawling. "P-please… can you tell me… where the bathroom is?"
Yes. Johnny Joestar was on the verge of shitting his pants, and for somebody who already did that in his past life, he did not want to go through the same experience again. It was downright humiliating, disgusting, mind-breaking, and traumatizing. And there was no need to mention the absolute destruction of his reputation and human dignity.
However, this young maiden was far from being cooperative as she wrinkled her nose in disgust as she eyed Johnny as if he were a cockroach.
"P-please…" He squeaked submissively as he was on the verge of committing his disaster. "C-child, can you please tell me where the bathroom is? Please?! I'm begging you!"
"Hmph. Raising your voice is a form of begging, I suppose? Very well. Betty will tell you where the bathroom is. I can't stand you making a disgusting mess in this mansion, I suppose."
Johnny bit his lower lip hard, as the words from the girl named 'Betty' successfully destroyed a portion of his pride.
'Please… little girl… d-don't stare at me with that demeaning look…'
Swallowing his tears of shame once again, Johnny looked up, only to realize that this young girl had grown very close to him.
"But before I do, Betty needs to check if you are dangerous, I suppose. Don't you dare move, in fact."
Suddenly, Johnny felt danger. Immense danger coming from the small girl as he felt all the temperature being stolen away by this child. His years of experience against enemies were now screaming at him to take action, yet his fatherly instincts were equally screaming at him to never hold his lethal weapons at a child who was just a bit taller than him in his crouching position. Then, his mind clicked as he raised his fingers directly at the curly haired girl's face. The girl simply gave Johnny an amused look as she stopped approaching him.
"Y-you're a spirit…" Gasped Johnny as his arm shook as he recoiled from the murderous aura being emitted by the small girl. "You're a spirit. Just like… Puck."
"Ho, so you're not just any dumb human, I suppose." Spoke the girl with a cynical smile. "Now put your arm down before Betty blows you up, in fact." With those words, she was already within Johnny's personal space, and her fingertips had already touched his chest.
Within one microsecond, Johnny found himself screaming as his body was being literally torn apart. Blood spurted out from his wounds, and he could already feel several internal organs being bruised or bursted from the sudden attack by the little girl.
Without having the luxury to summon his thoughts to his mind, Johnny's mind lost consciousness again as he lost his control over his bowels.
Poor Beatrice. She would forever carry the image of Johnny being physically torn apart while shitting in her bedroom. Although she wanted to blame the blond cripple, a part that resided deep in her told her that she brought that agonizing experience upon herself.
(Beatrice POV)
After Beatrice quickly alerted Roswaal about what had happened in the Forbidden library, Lugnica's strongest wizard, along with Ram and Rem, rushed over to the 2nd floor where the human was on the verge of dying.
Fortunately for Emilia, Puck was currently accompanying her in the gardens, oblivious to the fact that Johnny had shat in his pants. Heavens knows what would've happened if she managed to catch him in such a state… her respect and admiration for Johnny Joestar would've plunged down like a loose anchor in the pacific ocean.
Thankfully, the two skillful maids had taken care of the poop and the blood from Beatrice's room, and had taken the guest to the guest room once again with Roswaal accompanying them. Beatrice tried to follow them to heal him, but for some reason Roswaal asked her to stay behind, telling her that he would take care of the man himself with a strange cynical smile that Beatrice greatly disliked.
But… if it meant staying away from the bleeding man who had pooped in his robes, Beatrice was going to take that chance right away.
With the guest left in the hands of Roswaal, Ram, and Rem, Beatrice kept her stoic face as she sat far away from where she had attempted to take the blond man's mana, fearing the smell lingered in the carpet. That was until Emilia and Puck came dashing into her room without knocking. Emilia had a panic stricken face while Puck held an unreadable expression on his cute furry little face.
If this was any other day, Beatrice would've launched herself at Bubby and cuddled with his soft her while squealing all the way. Alas, Beatrice could tell that this was no time nor place to act like that. Not when she was sensing hostility from the great spirit himself. It was the obvious conclusion to her actions, she supposed. Although she had no intentions of harming Emilia's helper, her actions had led the half-elf to be in distress, and having Emilia in distress consequently made Puck a bit mad.
Beatrice gulped.
'B-Betty hopes Bubby doesn't hate Betty or would leave Betty for harming the human…' Thought Beatrice as she internally shuddered from the memories of her four centuries of isolation. Puck's arrival had been her salvation, and even thinking of the possibility of Puck leaving her again brought despair in the spirit's heart as it ached.
"Beatrice." Spoke Puck, his voice telling Beatrice that he was serious. "Tell us what happened."
"... Betty can explain, I suppose…" Spoke Beatrice as she bit her lower lip. "When that human woke up, he immediately came into Betty's room, in fact. Then, as by procedure, Betty used mana drain on the human, in fact."
"I understand your need to do that, Beatrice." Said Emilia with a trembling tone. "But… although mana drain may make humans pass out, it doesn't rip them apart to shreds! Beatrice! What exactly happened?!"
"... his soul… I suppose…" Whispered Beatrice, her mind falling into a trance as she remembered what exactly happened. Before the human fell facedown with blood spurting all over him, Beatrice caught the sights of a small pink creature that was crawling feebly on the ground. Suddenly curious of this new being, Beatrice had tried to get a better look at it until she pulled back as she realized what the creature was. Although she was having second guesses, she decided to tell the two what she thought of.
"The human had somehow merged his soul with his mana, in fact." Spoke Beatrice, telling Puck and Emilia what she had concluded.
Obviously the two didn't take Beatrice's word easily.
"Wh-what? How is that even…?"
"Beatrice, are you sure?"
"Betty is sure!" Shouted Beatrice, surprising herself and the others at lashing out so suddenly. Then, turning meek, Beatrice bit her lower lip again. "B-Betty is sorry, I suppose… But to continue… the result of the merging between the two seemed to take hold a physical manifestation of a spirit-like being, I suppose."
"... wait… Are you talking about a bizarre pink colored spirit that has black stars covering their body?" Asked Emilia, her mind flashing back to when the small thing called for all of the lesser spirits to heal Johnny.
"Yes, the physical manifestation looked like a bizarre pink creature, I suppose. How do you know that, in fact?"
"According to Emilia, she saw that pink creature crawl out of Johnny's wounds yesterday and called in the lesser spirits to help Johnny recover… However… I don't believe the same thing happened today." Spoke Puck, crossing his arms as he floated in the air with a calculating look as he tried to think.
"Perhaps it's because… by draining the human's mana, I had unintentionally attacked his very soul, I suppose…" Spoke Beatrice in a small voice. "It seems that attacking or altering the soul in any way, affects the physical body too, I suppose… And by draining his mana, I had drained the pink creature along with it, causing the human to get hurt, I suppose…"
The trio stayed silent, as they digested the information. Never in their lives have they heard of a case of one's soul and their mana merging together to create an entire different entity. However, with Johnny's existence and Beatrice's testimony, it was clear that such a thing existed.
"Even with his bizarre abilities, I kinda like the guy." Puck spoke out, voicing his opinion as he twirled in the air as he landed on Emilia's shoulder. "At least he has no intentions of harming Emilia and to even go lengths to protect and fight against someone stronger than himself for her is an instant like for me!"
"I agree with Puck on this… I don't think Johnny is an enemy here. He might be bizarre in many ways, but none of them are in a bad way." Spoke Emilia as she stared at her toes. "Although I would be asking questions of the pink creature he has with him, and his spinning steel balls, if he doesn't wish to tell us, I'm sure he has a good reason not to."
"As long as he doesn't annoy Betty, Betty would be fine, I suppose." Huffed Beatrice as she crossed her arms. Then she pouted as Puck gave her a stern look. "F-fine! Betty will apologize when he wakes up, I suppose! B-but…"
Emilia and Puck blinked as Beatrice's cheeks became a bit rosy.
"B-before you go… can I have Bubby for today, I suppose? Please?!"
Puck only answered with a light smile as he jumped from Emilia's shoulder to Beatrice's awaiting hands, as the small spirit squealed with delight.
Just another day in Roswaal's mansion, I suppose.
(Johnny Joestar POV)
When Johnny Joestar opened his eyes, he was glad that he no longer dreamt of rape. Instead, he had a dreamless slumber that blessed him the time to rest his tortured mind.
Blinking and rubbing out the sand from his eyes, Johnny slowly stood up as he winced. Slowly flexing his muscles, he realized that what had happened with the girl that called herself 'Betty' wasn't a nightmare, but a real life experience.
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Well… Johnny hoped what had happened with her was an accident. Before passing out, he had taken a glimpse of the little spirit's horrified face as she rushed towards him. Nobody with the intention of harming him would make such a genuine face like that. Besides, if her goal was to truly kill him, he wouldn't have woken up like this.
"It seems like our esteemed guest has woken up, sister."
"Be careful, Rem. He might smell even now."
'... wait. Smell?'
Suddenly, Johnny's eyes burst wide open as he shot straight up in the bed, but falling sideways, due to the lack of balance because of his crippled legs.
"Oh dear. Sister, I believe our guest is remembering his shameful acts."
"True, true, Rem. Perhaps this good-for-nothing pants-defecate is feeling ashamed."
"Ah, but sister, he wasn't even wearing pants at that time."
Slowly raising his gaze, Johnny finally noticed the duo who had been talking to each other, while belittling him all the way.
Judging by their outfits, Johnny could easily deduce that the two were maids. And even if he wasn't able to listen to their conversation of how one addressed the other as 'sister', their identical looks proved that the two were twins, and by their striking contrast of hair color, Johnny believed that he wouldn't have trouble distinguishing the two apart from each other.
However… that wasn't the main problem at the moment.
The main problem was the two pairs of eyes that bore into Johnny. Those eyes that viewed him as a disgusting male. Those eyes that viewed him as something that was lesser than a cockroach. Johnny had seen those eyes so many times when he became a cripple… but… to be seen with such eyes again, by beautiful young girls…
"S-stop it…" Stammered Johnny as he tried to reach the two twins, who huddled against each other, their hands clasping the others in a tight embrace. It almost seemed as if they were avoiding Johnny, not out of fear for their chastity, but avoiding like how others would avoid a pile of horse shit.
"Stop… please…!" Slowly, tears began to gather in Johnny's eyes as his arms reached for the two twins who huddled further away from his outstretched fingers.
"Stop it… Stop it…! I know you can hear me damn it! Stop staring at me with those eyes!!! UAAHHHHHH!"
Inside the Court Mage's mansion, the cries of agony of the male jockey echoed throughout the halls as the two maids whispered loudly enough for the cripple to hear all the demeaning things about him.
Truly, Johnny was in the state of 'negative'. Cripple once again, and shitting his pants once again in front of a bunch of pretty girls no less, it would take a lot of therapy and lap pillows from Puck to soothe his fractured mind.
Sobbing and screaming, Johnny Joestar's life in the mansion started.
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What a beautiful duwang.
Some clarifications to be made.
Yes, when Johnny is now at the verge of death, his Stand would act instinctively in a place where there are many spirits and mana in the air, and call for help from all around. However, in order to do this, 『Tusk』 must be in a stable condition to properly call for help. In the case of Beatrice, 『Tusk』 suffered immense damage as Beatrice unknowingly tried to suck 『Tusk』 into her manapool, nearly causing Johnny to die as his Stand was physically being ripped apart.
As for Stands... Yes, in this universe, Stands are not only one's fighting spirit, but it's mainly a combination of a person's soul and their mana. As the mind resonates with the soul, we can say that one's will to fight is the driving force of the soul, which ultimately allows the Stand to function to the user's wishes.
With these two new things in this fanfiction, the story will proceed as Johnny faces off many challenges that will head towards him. And perhaps... he will achieve his happy ending.
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Hopefully.
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