And we're back. Sorry for the delay, with college ending and Covid and riots and 2020 being a more confusing mess then the D4C arc, it's kind of hard to focus on writing a JoJo Fanfic about LeBron James and his kid. But now hopefully I can get back on track and write. So here's the second half of Bronny and his goof troops Bizarre trip through Italy fighting who knows what. If you, for some strange reason, are reading this without reading the previous 52 chapters, then go back and read the shit cause I don't get paid to write shit no one reads (I say this acting like I work when I don't rip.) But anyway, yeah I hope you enjoy where the story goes from here, cause if Bronny's first week in JoJo wasn't full of shit, just wait and see what happens next, enjoy.

Beginning of Arc Two

Chapter 53: Nirvana's Kiss

Two weeks later

Life for Bronny had finally become somewhat normal again. It had been just about two weeks since Hunter's death, and things had finally calmed down. With Hunter killed, the Black Dahlia Murders had come to an end, but the aftermath of it could still be felt around Naples. A proper funeral was held for Bronny's mother and the other victims of Hunter's wrath, but Bronny didn't go to it. His mind was still filled with questions. Hunter has said that he was the key to whatever his plan, or rather, the White Figures plan, but why him? What did he possess that made him so special? Bronny couldn't say why, and that question left him stumped. Bronny had barely been able to sleep. Every time he closed his eyes, he could see the faces of those he killed, all the blood he spilled, these images haunted him every night. He had to do this, right? It was kill or be killed; he didn't have a choice. Still, the experiences had left him shook, he was way more on edge and was quicker to action. You couldn't really blame him, after what he had been through. School hadn't been any better for him. All of the attention he normally got had been amplified, and he absolutely hated it. He had more fist fights then he had remembered, he just was so on edge that he couldn't seem to trust anyone.

That day at school hadn't been any better, he just tried to stay quiet and not be noticed, but being him, it was difficult. He didn't even want to eat at the cafeteria for lunch. He sat outside, watching the cars go bye. "Hey Bronny, you alright?" Bronny looked to his side, seeing Jolyne above him. Bronny shrugged his shoulders, not saying anything. "You've haven't been yourself ever since we killed Hunter," Jolyne said, "you know if you need to talk about it, I'm here for you." Jolyne sat down next to him, "it's not like you to be so quiet, I mean, I know you're a quiet guy, but not like this." Bronny sighed, "I can't just move on from it like you," he said, "it's not that easy." "I haven't moved on, it's hard for all of us," Jolyne replied, "but I'm not going to let it weigh me down, there's more important things to do." Bronny chuckled, "I wish I had that mindset, but alas, I don't." Bronny stood up, adjusting his collar, "I'll see you after class." Jolyne watched as he walked away. She sighed, rubbing her forehead in frustration.

"It doesn't make sense," Jolyne said, "he's never acted like this before, I get that he can't move on, but it can't be that hard can it?" Josuke sighed, "some people just can't move on from things, our bloodline has seen some serious shit, and I mean like, big shit." "I guess." "I mean like, a huge smelly shit." Jolyne raised an eyebrow, "I get it." "Like the type of shit were It just spews out and its-" "Alright I fucking get it!" Josuke chuckled, "I'm joking, jeez you can't take a joke." He stood up and paced around the room, "I can relate to how you feel though, I've had my fair share of battles and such, but everyone has a different way of coping with things, you can't change that, it's just how people are." Jolyne hummed to herself. "I'm going out, you wanna come with?" Jolyne shook her head. She looked to the floor, maybe what Josuke said was right, people can't move on, but was there really nothing she could do to help her friend?

Bronny looked to the night sky, his eyes glazed over the darkness. From behind him, LeBron walked into his room. "I just finished cooking if you're hungry," LeBron said. Bronny nodded, his eyes still transfixed on the sky. "Hey, you alright Bron?" Bronny nodded. LeBron sighed, he closed the door behind and walked towards Bronny, sitting beside him. "I know how you feel kid, I was the same way when after my whole ordeal," spoke LeBron, "it's never easy to move on from a journey like yours, but you're never going to get better on your own, you have some good friends, and hell, you have me as a dad, what more could you ask for?"

Bronny chuckled slightly, "I guess you have a point, but I just can't get it out of my head." LeBron slung his arm around Bronny, "talk to me kid, you don't have to hide anything." Bronny sighed, "why did it have to be me? What have I done to have this happen? I'm a good kid, I treat others well, why is it that shit like this always happens to the good guys?" LeBron shrugged, he too looked to the outside, "the world doesn't like heroes man, it doesn't respect those who have to fight for what they want," he said, "but as long as you keep fighting, then there isn't anything to worry about, cause in the end, who cares what the world thinks of you, ya know?" Bronny nodded, "yeah, fuck the world." LeBron laughed, ruffling Bronny's hair, "yeah, whatever you say kid, like I said, food is ready if you're hungry." LeBron stood and left the room. Bronny laid down on his bed and closed his eyes, thinking about what his father said.

Later that night, Bronny again had trouble sleeping. Each time he would close his eyes, he would continue to see those visions. He sat up and walked out of his room, going to the bathroom. He turned on the facet and began to wash his face. He sighed, perhaps these sleepless nights would continue to haunt him for the rest of his life. He wiped the water off his face, looking at himself in the mirror. His eyes widened, behind him in the mirror, was the White Figure. Bronny froze, the White Figure smiled, he waved at Bronny. Bronny turned quickly, his Run DMC spawning behind him, but there was nothing there.

"Nervous, aren't you?" Bronny turned, he was no longer in his bathroom, he was in an all-white space. He looked around, there was nothing for miles, just pure white. "What the hell?" Bronny muttered, "hello! Where am I?" "You're in my home." Bronny looked around, trying to find the identity of the voice, "who was that?" Bronny tried to summon his stand, but it was to no avail, it was as if something was blocking him from doing so. "I've watched you for a very long time, Bronny James, and this past week, I've been very impressed, it seems you have finally began to come into your own."

Bronny sighed, "you're that damn White Figure, aren't you?" "Correct." Bronny rubbed his neck, "what's wrong, too scared to speak with me face to face?" The White Figure laughed, it was a pained laugh, one that sent chills down Bronny's spine. "You are fascinating, truly you are, but you have not earned the respect to see me for who I truly am." The white space began to morph, red lines beginning to form around it. "I suspect you want to know, why it is you are here?" "You're goddamn right," replied Bronny, "I want to know what you want from me, and why you've attacked my family!"

Silence. The White Figure remained silent. Bronny looked around, the red lines almost resembled blood, and they were absolutely everywhere. "Somethings, Mr. James, are better left unanswered." The ground began to shake, the world crumbling around him. "Know one thing though, everything you do from this day forth, will have major consequences," spoke the White Figure, "this world, is like a novel, and you, are the author, and your next moves will write the story of the future, so think well, because you never know when everything will, disappear."

Bronny's eyes widened, he looked around, panting. He was back in his bathroom. He wiped his forehead, he was sweating profusely, was that a dream? Or was it something more? "Hey Bron, you alright in there?" Bronny took a deep breath, "yeah, I'm fine dad, I'm fine," he replied. He stood up from the ground, and looked at himself in the mirror. There was blood spread across his face. "What the hell?" Bronny muttered, he looked at his arm, blood covered it, he wiped the blood off, seeing that he had carved words into his arm. All of the words said the same thing.

Nirvana

To Be Continued