Hey, it has been a while huh? Sorry, life got hectic the last 2 months, and coupled that with writers block and I couldnt continue this story with the same pride like I used to... Fuck, Happy April Fools btw, this isn't a joke chapter but it is to me, the quality of my writing went to shit early on in the chapter, so if it seems rushed, I know, I am sorry, but I hope to come back to work on this more often in the future. Btw, I am a Senior in High School, so fat chance of that happening for a while. Just know that I love you all, and thank you for sticking by me this entire time. We are now half way done with this story, and without further a do: A Clockwork Pink

Half-life begins, now.

Killer Queen: A Clockwork Pink

Chapter 10: ROA and Tejas

Risotto Nero walked through the door of the Killing Floor hideout, still trying to get used to entering the large room without the interference of Bridges to Babylon, it seems much more boring that the black and red void that Risotto would like to walk through to clear his mind for the short while he knew Macabre, it truly fit his gothic esthetic. He would often get a snide remark from the Frenchie, something along the lines of:

"If you like this place so much, you should get those eye tattoos that makes your sclera black!"

Risotto was thinking about it, similar to the fat capo he pledged loyalty to, Polpo, however, Risotto never had the time to get it, too busy whacking, no, poor expression, murdering targets given to him by Polpo, sometimes even direct orders from the boss.

Risotto looked around the office, all seats are vacant, he was the first person to enter, or so he thought. He heard a distinct voice, a low hum of one of the few American Songs that Risotto was familiar with, Cherry Bomb by The Runaways.

"Hello daddy… [unintelligible due to how quiet it was] I'm your… Ch- ch- ch- ch-" Risotto nearly choked on his spit when he saw who was humming the tune.

Sitting in a particularly bright corner of the dreary room hiding behind an abandoned laundromat, sat Martin K. Ultra, sitting cross legged on a stool, with an easel placed in front of him, a pallet in his right hand and a paintbrush in his left. He was carefully dabbing the brush on his pallet, lacing it with a dark red color before turning back to his easel and dabbing the dark red on it.

"You can keep standing there like kids looking at a fire, Risotto, or you can come here." M. K. Ultra said in a low, but soft voice, never taking his eyes off his easel, but knowing about silver haired man's presence.

"Where is everyone?" Risotto questioned Martin, who had his tongue slightly sticking out in concentration.

"They aren't here yet. But I heard that Zarzuela and Saxxy are going to clean up the mess that Macabre made against fucking Kira. So, are you still going to stand there or what?"

Slowly but surely the Italian uncomfortably made his way to Martin, still happily humming to himself. Martin's tone, his mannerisms are completely different from his normal self, so upbeat and pleasant, like a kid. Each movement and each hushed whisper from Martin reminded Risotto of some American Painter that he saw on TV in his younger years.

What was his name? Rob- no, Bob… Bob R- Oh! Bob Ross! Risotto recalled as he inches himself closer to the American at an excruciatingly slow pace. But… How come M. K. Ultra reminded me of Bob Ross? Sure, he's painting now, but he is the defacto leader and most respected member of The Killing Floor. If you can get unwavering respect from a group of serial killers, terrorists, and assassins, you have to be much crueler that every single one of them combined. So how can he be comparable to a peaceful hippie painter, I have no ide- Oh my fucking God that's dark.

A shiver ran down the silver haired man's spine as Martin turned the easel to face him, showing the contents of which the American Painted. The background was dark, pitch black with faint traces of red streaking down, but the main focus on the painting was the large, naked, white bearded man, hunched in the crouch position, with a shadow covering his genitals. The man's eyes were crazed, as if they were close to popping out as he bit down on the left arm of a headless naked man, who also had his right arm cut, or bitten off, with the stumps leaking out crimson blood.

"I recognize this…" Risotto said, pointing at the painting. "Isn't this 'Saturn Devouring His Son?'"

Martin smirked a bit before turning to his easel. "Yup! This is my rendition of Francisco Goya's most famous Black Painting, 'Saturno devorando a su hijo.' It inspires me. One of my favorite pieces of art."

Risotto looked at the painting closer and realized that the smells of the chemicals that made the paint was trying to cover up a distinct, light copper scent. Looking closer at the headless stump of the child who Saturn was so viciously devouring, squinting a bit as he saw a faint blue aura coming from it, from the red paint that Risotto used to color the blood.

No… It couldn't be… Suddenly the Italian Gangster recoiled a bit as he felt his heart jump up to his throat, recoiling away, his pale skin turning impossibly white at what he was seeing. METALLICA? THEN THAT MEAN?

"He's… painting with human blood…" Risotto mouthed as every single one of his damn nerve fibers exploded, telling him to RUN AWAY!

"Whoa, Risotto, you okay? I know this painting can seem a little disturbing, but you seem like you're about to vomit! Aren't you a hardcore gangster? I thought you shouldn't be phased by anything." The American's voice didn't have a hint of mockery in it, only polite and… concern…

Why is he acting so polite? He's painting with fucking human blood, and he's speaking in a soft tone, like Bob Ross? What is it with his duality? What as he done to get that blood? What has he done to get the respect, or rather, the fear of the rest of The Killing Floor? He recalled back to the moment when the Killing Floor revealed to Martin about Macabre's death. The moment of dread that washed over all of them when they thought he was going to explode in fury. Only for him to not explode in a violent fury, he reacted more in disappointment, despite the cursing and white-hot insults thrown by him.

They all felt the dread, except Risotto, now he was feeling it, all too well. Now he is beginning to understand the kind of "respect" M. K. Ultra had.

Drip, drip, drip.

Risotto's nose was bleeding, and quite profusely too. He touched his blood-soaked chin, and realized it was his own blood. He glanced at Martin, who had his back turn away from him, trying to put some finishing touches to the painting, the Italian didn't want to stay there any longer, he walked out the door, looking for the closest bathroom to clean up his face. Martin heard the footsteps get softer and distance, his soft expression dropped the second Risotto.

I told you, Risotto. I said you that you wouldn't even realize I punched you.

You may be confused by this, maybe you felt like you accidentally skipped a line while reading. You probably haven't, you most likely did in fact read where Martin punched Risotto in the face, because Martin did punch Risotto in the face. You might of just… forgotten… about reading it, that's all.

Kira sat by a café, sipping at his tea. It was a workday for Kira, however he decided to take the day off from work to try and relax from the stresses of the Cold War that the Killing Floor declared on him for no apparent reason. If he did get into the next stand battle with a member of the multinational group, he didn't want to do with the possibility of injuring his coworkers.

There was another reason for being at this café. He scheduled a meeting with Jotaro Kujo, who eyed Kira with mistrust during every interaction between the two. Kira was not too fond of Jotaro, although he ignored the suspicious gazes from the tall man during the Red Hot Chili Pepper fight, he did still noticed them, it bothered him. He hasn't- wouldn't do anything to harm those who don't deserved to be harmed. Keicho Nijimura? Shot Hayato with the stand arrow. Macabre? Busted into his home and tried to kill him. Akira Otoishi? Threatened to kill Joseph Joestar, so he assisted Josuke and Koichi at protecting the old man. However, despite still being alive and well, Kira had not actually won a Stand Battle, rather… he only survived.

Against Keicho Nijimura, had it not been for the manifestation and intervention of Hayato's Fortunate Son, he wouldn't have survived the onslaught by Bad Company. Against Macabre, had it not been for Hayato shooting Macabre to death, he would have surely been staked through the heart like a vampire. Against Akira Otoishi, Red Hot Chili Pepper would have killed everyone had it not been for Josuke's ingenuity. Now, that Kira was about to meet the most powerful Stand user, he needed to approach every word he says with absolute caution as to not anger Jotaro. He was uneasy, but at least the day was nice.

It was a particularly warm day, the sun slowly heating up Kira's arms as he wore a thin pink short sleeved shirt, along with some nice black slacks and back laced running shoes. He also wore a pair of pink tinted aviators that Shinobu gifted to him one day, saying "Oh! It matches your shirt!"

This made Kira start thinking about his wardrobe, so many pinks and purples and the occasional red. He started drifting to those specific color as a teenager, in a silent rebellion against his overbearingly strict mother, as she often said she despised the colors. It was a miracle that she never beat Kira's head in with the upside of her hand when he did wear it. Now it seemed like that little personal fad of his had evolved and fully encompassed his wardrobe as an adult. Wait, where was I going with this train of thought? Oh right, Shinobu, pink tinted glasses.

Kira was hesitant at first when he tried on the pair of glasses, they were specifically designed for females, but as he put them on, and looking through the pink tint of the glasses, he saw Shinobu smiling in wonder at his face, her cheeks were burning hot, causing Kira's to heat up as well. He absolutely loved it when Shinobu looked at him like he was the only love in her life made him feel some sort of way, now they were his most prized possessions.

"Oi…" A voice said, snapping Kira out his trance, causing him to jump a little.

Kira looked up and noticed Jotaro looming over him, his massive body blocking the sun. He was wearing a different hat this time, with what looked to a dirty gold sun and dolphin pin. Of course, he still retained his ironed-on frown. Kira took a second to straighten himself in his chair, moving a lock of hair that flowed in front of his eyes before gesturing to Jotaro to sit down.

"Ah, Mr. Kujo. Please. Sit down." Kira said as the taller man turned to sit down.

The first thing Jotaro did after sitting down was pull a box of Marlboro Cigarettes from the breast pocket from inside his coat, taking one out before gesturing the box to Kira who put a hand up in immediate refusal.

"N- No thanks. I don't smoke."

Jotaro put the cigarette in his mouth, rising his eyebrows slightly in resigned acceptance, one more similar to "your loss then, buddy" than anything else. Kira watched as Jotaro lit up his cigarette before puffing out some smoke. Kira tapped his index finger on the metal table before starting.

"So… did you ask Otoshi about the existence about The Killing Floor?" Kira finally asked.

Jotaro eyed a bit before looking straight, another rush of cigarette smoke puffing out of his mouth. "I did…"

Kira jerked his head slightly stooping down a bit to look at Jotaro without the pink tint with an inquisitive look on his face, clearly trying to pry out more information from the tall Japanese Man. Jotaro glanced over, doing a double take as he finally processed what Kira wanted from him, more information.

"He said that he has no idea what that is… We searched him and his wallet, there was no business card similar to the one you found on the man who attacked you in your home."

Kira sighed snapping his fingers loudly in frustration. FUCK! My only potential lead on The Killing Floor turned out to be unaffiliated with the secret organization! I should have expected this though, if he were affiliated with them, I highly doubt that he would allow himself to be taken alive.

"Do you think Otoshi will break out of jail." Kira asked unconsciously.

"Heh, I wish he would… But he won't…" Jotaro chuckled dryly, the most emotion Kira has seen from the man. "I told him I'd hunt him down to the end of the Earths if he tried to escape."

Kira shifted uncomfortably in his seat. "And if you caught him?"

Jotaro only gave a "wouldn't you like to know, David Bowie?" look at Kira's direction, indicating that he wouldn't be revealing that information with Kira. It was sensitive information; Jotaro most likely would beat the Purple Haired rock star so bad that he'll wish that the devil would be dealing out punishment in place of Jotaro. It is a good thing it's midday and the streets were quiet, so there is no one in an ear shot of them.

Awkward silence descended upon the duo. Jotaro was indulging himself in the fine art of smoking while Kira sipped on what remained of his tea. Kira watched as Jotaro blew smoke rings into the air. Kira disliked smoking, the concept the smoking alone was enough to confuse the life out of Kira, and it also brought upon bad memories for the blonde stand user. After getting his two senses from his mother (if he had 2 cents for every time he was called a failure by his mother for the most mundane of things he would be a millionaire by now) he would always watch his bystander father smoking if he wasn't unconsciously drawing the outline of a cat face in the air. Oh… So that's the reason he got cancer. It must have originated in the lungs from all that smoking.

His mother despised smoking, often glaring at his father for him to stop smoking, to little avail.

"You seem to know smoking tricks; how long have you been smoking for?" Kira asked trying to break the deadlock.

"Since I was 17…" Jotaro answered flatly, finally realizing small talk is much more appealing than being in a dry meeting.

"Good God! And how old are you now? 35? 40?"

Jotaro said nothing for a second, only squinting a bit before tapping his cigarette, dropping the ash into the ashtray. "I'm only 28…"

Hrk. Ko- KOFF, KOFF, KOFF. Kira hacked violently as his discovery of Jotaro's true age… Despite his rugged, time worn appearance, all accompanied with profuse eyebags and wrinkles, the ma that sat before him was a full 5 years younger than the blonde man. Jotaro only frowned at the prospect. Brining the brim of his hat down and muttering. "Good Greif."

Silence resumed as Kira was still trying to process the fact that Jotaro was younger than him before another question hit him. He wasn't one to start meetings, rarely did he go to meetings at work, and it was even rarely for him to speak in said meetings. But now that this meeting was a matter of life and death, he felt obligated… no, he was required to talk.

"Do you think that the Killing Floor is a legitimate force to be reckoned with?" Kira asked.

Jotaro stayed quiet for a moment, careful to choose his words. "The only person with the answer that question is dead now…" Jotaro responded bluntly, with a hint of a judgmental tone.

"Hey, I wasn't the one who pulled the trigger. Hayato did… literally." Kira glanced up to give Jotaro a solemn look, only to notice that Jotaro was staring at him judgmentally, as per usual. Kira had done nothing to antagonize Jotaro, but he still glared at him with blatant and unapologetic mistrust.

Kira tried his best to ignore the glare, but he shifted uncomfortably in his seat. "So, what does your stand do then?" Jotaro asked.

Kira was hesitant to answer. Killer Queen was a product of the stand user and Kira's Murderous intent when he was a teenager, and his powers reflected this, allowing him to destroy the bodies of his victims had he ever killed. There were only two instances of this being the case, Macabre being one of them. And the other being… Mr. Kunimido.

"Okay, what the hell has gotten into you. Each time that I meet you, you stare at me with mistrust. You did it in front of my now girlfriend, and I know you did it during the Chili Pepper fight. Despite me nearly dying in that second instance you look at me like I'm some serial killer. Why? What can I do to prove myself to you?"

Kira was getting angry, and rationally so.

"It is really hard to trust people now a days. And I am the last person you should try to get pissy with." Jotaro calmly responded as he snuffed out his cigarette on the ashtray.

It was true. It wouldn't be wise for Kira, who was actively trying to gain the trust of the tall Japanese man, to get angry at him over such a thing. And Jotaro, being the most powerful stand user in the world would be a hard battle to survive, let alone win. But something about Jotaro made Kira irrationally angry. With his hand still pressed on the top of the cold, wire table he slowly stood up, a pink aura surrounding him. Jotaro did the same, close to summoning Star Platinum in order to deck Kira into oblivion before the blonde-haired stand user can make his first move.

They were in a standoff.

On top of the tallest building of Morioh stood two figures, one man and one woman.

The Woman looked taller, but she was slim built, with red irises and red and jet-black cascading hair. The shorter man had golden blonde hair, which was slicked backwards, he didn't seem too buff or too skinny, but he seemed bland, with an ever so stoic expression. The took in the scenery, watching as the big yellow sun beamed down on the city, from the angle they were looking down on the city, the streets below seemed to glow in iridescence.

Saxxy, the short blonde man, remained stoic, but his pupils betrayed him as Zarzuela could see the fear in his eyes. He hated using his stand, it was so painful to maintain, a balance to its ultra-destructive nature. His breathing was steady, trying to ready himself for the agony of using his stand. Zarzuela stooped lower to get to eve level with him, cupping his cheek.

"I know you're scared; I know how painful using Rock of Ages is, but we need to end this. Because if we fail, I don't know what M. K. Ultra will do to us. If- no, no. When we succeed, we will retire and finally get married like we've always wanted to." Zarzuela whispered into his ear before giving him a long kiss on the cheek.

Saxxy only blinked at that, before sighing. Walking closer at the edge of the building. Looking into the distance with his abnormally great eyesight, he saw a blonde-haired man talking to a taller man with a white hat and trench coat. The conversation they seem to be having was tense, but he didn't care about that now. He inhaled sharply as he raised both of his arms, making his hands into fists. He hit the bottoms of his fists together, twice with each other.

"Rock…"

He then crossed his arms, raising the index and pinkie fingers of both of his fists into the rock out hand gesture.

"… of…"

He suddenly uncrossed his arms launching his hands to his sides, extending them and opening the palms of his hands, unleashing a blue shockwave in front of him that extended all the way to Kira and Jotaro who were still glaring at each other.

"… AGES!"

Killer Queen was creeping up behind Kira was Jotaro's stand does the same. Kira knows he doesn't want to fight the taller Japanese man, but if Jotaro cannot stand to reason, it is better to fight for his trust rather than using words. Suddenly, he felt a breeze strong enough to only ruffle his hair a bit before dispersing immediately. Wait, did I see a blue glow along with that breeze? Kira pondered as Killer Queen's red piercing eye manifested to try and intimidate the undeterred Jotaro.

I feel like… Someone else is looking at me. As he finished that thought he noticed that his now empty teacup was floating inconspicuously, glowing a brighter and brighter blue as it floated higher and higher. Jotaro also ceased his glare to look at the teacup as it glowed brighter and brighter. Both of them looked at each other before looking back at the teacup before they both generated the same conclusion. Stand Attack.

"My stand blows stuff up after touching it, yours?" Kira asked quickly, obviously in a panic.

"Mine can stop time." Jotaro immediately responded at the same speed; both have set aside their differences, and the tension between them instantly dissipated.

"Cool, we should start running, right?"

"Yup."

Jotaro and Kira suddenly jumped backwards as the teacup's glow reached critical mass, slamming back onto the table they sat by, exploding in a surprisingly powerful shockwave, which sent both stand users tumbling. Kira got up and looked around; small rocks began to glow and float, glowing brighter as the floated higher and higher. The ones that glowed the brightest smashed back down to earth, unleashing shockwave after shockwave. Jotaro was as observant as Kira noticing this too, but he was quicker in figuring out the true nature of the glowing rocks.

"Kira! The higher the rocks float the more explosive energy it builds up-"

"OH SHIT!" Kira yelled out as an extremely bright rock floated tauntingly right in front of him, threatening to explode at any given moment.

"STAR PLATINUM, THE WORLD!"

The Purple, long haired warrior Stand manifested before a large wave of time stopping energy blasted out of him. Quickly Jotaro rushed to knock the rock out of the way and tackle Kira as an added precaution. Time quickly resumed and both Jotaro and Kira careened away from the exploding rock as t slammed down, sending another shockwave that unconsciously flipped the taller Japanese man with the sheer power of the explosion.

"Shit, this is bad, we are surrounded. ON YOUR FEET KUJO, WE ARE LEAVING!" Kira screamed as he somehow hauled Jotaro onto his feet. Both Kira and Jotaro ran down the street trying their best to dodge miscellaneous floating objects. Small rocks, crumpled pieces of paper, discarded soda cans were all subject to be affected by whatever stand power was hunting them down. It was a miracle that the streets seemed so barren at this time, otherwise there would be mass hysteria.

While Kira was busy trying to not die, Jotaro was watching every floating item he came across. He then noticed an empty water bottle floating up, until it went higher than a tree before it came slamming down on the edge of a leaf before the shockwave blasted through the tree itself. And by through, I mean through, not even a leaf was ruffled. There was no damage done to the tree.

Jotaro skidded to a halt, prompting Kira to do the same.

"What are you doing? We can't stay here!" Kira yelled at Jotaro, unaware at what the tall man was looking at.

"I'm going back to the table; I need to see something!" Jotaro responded, calmly, before running back to the direction they were trying to escape.

"What are you… Shit!" Kira didn't know what Jotaro was thinking at all. All that he knew was that the area he was standing in was still too dangerous to stay in, running down a random street corner.

Jotaro hopped around, graciously avoiding the exploding objects as they slam back down to the ground sending shockwaves. Even if he just barley avoids the epicenter of the shockwave, even if he stood at the very edge of the shockwave's ring, he felt like he was being punched by-

"Star Platinum, THE WORLD!" He screamed out to avoid getting fatally wounded by a falling explosive piece of tin foil. God! I hate doing that! He internally cursed himself as he had to stop time once again.

Despite it being almost 11 years since his war with DIO, Jotaro still couldn't use The World without having horrific flashbacks to that one night in Cairo. Him getting stabbed multiple times by DIO, getting a steam roller dropped on him, having to stop his own heart. Joseph getting stabbed in the throat, getting his blood drained, Polnareff getting mortally wounded. Kakyoin, Avdol, Iggy… He felt like using The World was an insult to their legacy, using the powers of the same man he swore to destroy. But the time is now, and he is in a life-or-death situation.

He finally found himself back at square one, the table where Kira's teacup indicated the use of the stand that was affecting the small debris around him. He looked at the table where he and Kira had his… meeting, and notice that the table, despite the teapot slamming into it and exploding with a powerful shockwave, was completely unharmed, not even a scratch. This confused Jotaro, but it gave him an idea. From the inside breast pocket of his coat, he pulled out a cigarette and tossed it into the air, watching as it began floating in the air and glowing, similar to the debris around him. Then it suddenly slammed back to the ground, making Jotaro realize that he threw it too far from the table, he threw it just behind it. The shockwave did come, knocking Jotaro on his ass, but as he did, he saw something.

The dust kicked up by the shockwave went around the table's volume, leaving a gap of unaffected space just under the table, just like it went around the tree, not even ruffling a single leaf. As he scrambled to get up, he looked at the table stand, noting that the legs that formed the base of the round table were bolted onto the floor. The shockwaves weren't affecting anything that were fixed to the ground, instead going around its volume completely. He could hide under the table, or under a tree, or inside a buil- Uh- OH FUCK!

Jotaro watched in slow motion as a bright glowing rock passed in front of his face, millimeters from the ground, microseconds from exploding. He was too close, too late. Not even The World can save him now. What a way for him to go out.

"SHIBO!" A black gloved hand punched the rock before it could touch the floor, sending it flying before a shockwave rang out, knocking the wind out of Jotaro and severely damaging the black gloved hand.

"ARGH!" Kira cried out, gripping his left hand as it bent and bled.

Jotaro took a second to regain his breath and turned to see Kira kneeling down, gripping his broken hand. He came back to save Jotaro after he thought that the blonde stand user was going to abandon him to save himself.

"Heh… I- really hope this will make you trust me. Because I didn't almost lose my arm for you to retain your mistrust." Kira chuckled as blood poured from his broken left hand.

Jotaro had his mouth agape, before something in the corner of his eye captured his attention. Quickly he turned and noticed that the steel chair Kira once sat on also started to glow… and float. Oh no… If a small rock can obliterate Kira's hand, what would a chair do? Jotaro didn't want to find out as he grabbed Kira by the collar, jumping while hauling Kira under a tree.

Kira slams face first into the trunk of the tree, his face exploded in pain and his hand immediately reached for the bridge of his nose as red crimson quickly gushed out like a waterfall. Broken, why wouldn't it be? Suddenly a massive amount of wind almost knocked is already broken nose back into the tree trunk. He looked back to see the chair on the ground, undamaged, but they both knew.

"That shockwave was much bigger than the previous ones. Looks like bigger objects produce bigger shockwaves…" Jotaro muttered, as he pulled out another cigarette from the packet of his inside pocket.

Kira ignored the pain coming from his face and he asked in a very snotty accent as he could no longer breath through his nose. "So, what do we do now?"

"Well, we are going to sit here and wait out the onslaught until the Stand User shows themself. That what they always fucking do…" Jotaro lit up his cigarette and took a long drag, he was half tempted to give a stick to Kira, only to remember the blonde man doesn't smoke.

"Well, that shouldn't… be too much of a problem. They are over there." Kira points at a seemingly random direction with his unbroken hand.

A confused Jotaro tilted his head in confusion but turned to face where the blonde stand user was pointing at. Lo and behold, standing on top of a building looking over the entire neighborhood block stood two figures. One was short and plump, while the other seemed taller, slimmer.

"Either that guy is about to kill himself, or we just found who is attacking us. But we won't know for sure from all the way over here. Thankfully I brought my bi- OH SHIT!" He yelled out as he noticed a slim arm whose fingers were each individually looked like a barrel of a gun.

He launched himself backwards, getting out of the protective sphere as 2-gun shots ring out. Kira looked beside him, noticing that Jotaro was gone and now the Handgun was pointed at him.

"Aw-" Kira basically groaned in annoyance as he jumped out of the way.

Landing hard beside Jotaro, he realized that the taller man's white pant leg was now a cryptic shade of red as both of the shots fired landed a clean hit on his right thigh. He groaned in pain as the blood squirted out. Both Japanese Men turn back to the tree that they hid under temporarily, seeing as, from out of the shadow, the hand with the finger guns ascended from out of the ground. It was certainly a stand, it's head was oval like a normal human, but completely white, and where it's face should be was replaced with many red dots spread out and varying in size. It torso was slim, like a woman's but it's shoulders were broad and the fingers especially resembled the barrel of a pistol.

"The Leader of The Killing Floor requested that we take you out-" The Female sounding stand with a mildly seductive voice began, however neither Kira or Jotaro didn't listen to what it had to say, as they already got up and began running (or in Jotaro's case, limping) to the direction of the building, greatly enraging the long-ranged stand. "CABRONES, NO MATTER HOW FAR YOU RUN, YOU WILL NEVER ESCAPE ROCK OF AGES, AND NO MATTER WHERE YOU HIDE, YOU'LL NEVER ESCAPE MY STAND, TEJAS!"

"Did you hear anything it said, Jotaro?" Kira asked as he ran down the street.

"I couldn't hear what it- ah goddamn it… said." Jotaro tried to put pressure on the wounds of his thigh but doing that and sprinting at the same time was not to good of an idea if you were trying to avoid falling, exploding objects.

A few hours have passed by since Risotto had last spoken to Martin.

Risotto somehow musters the courage to walk back into The Killing Floor Hideout. Looking around he doesn't see the American serial killer anywhere, nor his painting set up, or his horrific painting. Risotto looked greener than his usual, sick to the stomach at the thought of Martin using someone's blood as a paint, he was supposed to be used to this, now there is nothing that can actually scare him now, Martin really did put the fear of God into the Gothic Italian.

He glanced at the table and noticed that everyone either left or hadn't arrived. The only ones who were sitting at the table was the Dutch boy, Sweetlick, a lollipop stick in his mouth as he scribbled furiously at the paper in front of him. Risotto hated studying the Dutch language on his way to Japan, it was a good thing that he was an incredibly fast learner otherwise he might have used Metallica to turn all the blood in his brain into razors because the all of the words looked like someone slammed their face into a keyboard or typewriter and called it a "language." However, as he passed by the kid as he made his way to his seat, he realized he was writing in Italian. Interesting.

Risotto sat down next to the only other person present in the room, Dies Irae. She still had her hood over her head, looking down at a German book, Die Verwandlung, The Metamorphosis by Franz Kafka. A story about a salesman who inexplicably turned into a giant cockroach and lived in eternal suffering until he died of starvation. Risotto himself never read the book but he overheard Melone and Prosciutto discuss about the book but he never really cared for it.

But now wasn't the time for Risotto to reminisce about books, he had a problem and he needed to figure it out fast. Risotto looked at the school aged kid writing with a horrific twisted scowl on his face and quickly decided that the kid shouldn't be trusted, it's the inconspicuousness of his aura that made the Italian man question the kid's trustworthiness, no, instead the Italian turned to the more mysterious of the two. The German.

"Uh, Dies Irae… Was it?" Risotto whispered.

The German Chemist's hood shifted a bit, possibly signaling that she turned a bit to face the pale Italian gangster.

"Yes," she responded just above a whisper, but her tone was soft, delicate, much more innocent than the heinous war crimes she committed on unsuspecting people, The Ingolstadt Incident comes to mind, an entire fucking city. "What is it?"

"How long have you been in the Killing Floor?" Risotto carefully asked.

"Interesting question from someone who barely joined, but I'll bite, 3 years why?" The German Woman responded.

"Do you know what M. K. Ultra's stand is?" Risotto whispered.

Suddenly the German woman's hood lifted a bit to show 2 black eyes with what seemed to be an inverted cross in her irises, eyes wide open in fear and rage as she slammed her open palm over his mouth to silence him, but the force and speed she delivered it caused both of them and teeter into each other, slamming themselves on the floor, Dies Irae's hand still over Risotto's mouth.

"You know…" Sweetlick began, eyes staring a hole into a table as he refused to look at the direction of Risotto and Dies Irae. "If you two are going to have sex, be more civilized than Saxxy and Zarzuela and actually do it in private."

Risotto sighed to himself, almost feeling a pang of guilt for this kid. Almost. There's still the fact that he is an assassin like himself, so there should really be no sympathy shared between the two of them.

"You know…" Sweetlick started, not looking away from the piece of paper in front of him, or rather, refusing to. "If you guys are going to have sex, can you be so kind and do it outside the building. I'm so tired of hearing Saxxy and Zarzuela moaning in the storage closet."

Dies Irae glared back at Sweetlick flustered and enraged at the concept of it. (But if Risotto had to be honest, he really didn't mind, but right now there was more pressing matters at the moment.) Dies Irae stood up, trying hard not to blush and summon her stand. She got off of Risotto and grabbed him by his chest strap, hauling him off the floor without any trouble with a pair of surprisingly strong hands.

"We'll… discuss this outside…" Dies Irae muttered before walking out.

Risotto glanced at Sweetlick one more time, only to be met with an empty stare from the Dutch Kid. Risotto said nothing, acknowledged nothing, he only followed the Germany lady out the door. Sweetlick watched as the door closed behind the pale Italian man. The Dutch Kid frowned before popping a lollipop in his mouth, looking down at the paper in front of him.

"No Boss, he does not know how fucked his team is…" He whispered to no one present in the room.

In front of him, his response to a particularly large order of formalin from the boss of Passione.

"SHIBOBOB"

"ORA"

"KILLER QUEEN!"

"STAR PLATIUM, THE WORLD!"

Jotaro and Kira down the suspiciously empty streets of Morioh-cho, dodging explosive objects falling at them with massive yield, as they bled the streets would soon turn red from their own scarlet rainfall, only taking a second of solace by hiding under a tree or under the hood of a bus stop, and running away from the safe havens as Tejas decided to attempt to shoot the pair of stand users with her (literal) finger guns.

The fatigue, the heat of the summer sun beating down on the tired, dehydrated, and the to the blood loss, all cumulated into the world's colors beginning to distort in themselves and blend together, as each step they take becomes a feat of strength comparable to carrying the souls of all those who have dies on their backs, but somehow, they were mere meters from the building where the 2 stand users are attacking from.

Nearing the building the building, both run into a troubling predicament.

"How are we supposed to get up there?" Kira asked Jotaro as he staggered a dodge.

"We-" ORA "Can't go inside, otherwise the finger gun stand will get to us!"

"Can't we just punch it?"

"You don't think I fucking tried? Star Platinum's fists punch at near-" he suddenly teleported away from an explosion using The World, reappearing a bit farther up the road. "- near light speed, but even then, it finds a way to dodge it!"

Kira's mind spun, not from the anemia, I swear; it spun as it searched for answers to their predicament.

"Throw me!" Kira blurted out suddenly, his mouth working faster than his brain.

"Wha-" Jotaro almost choked on his own blood laced spit at Kira's request.

Ah, fuck it. "Do it! It is the fastest way!" Kira doubled down on his outlandish, and near suicidal request.

"WHAT IF THE STAND POWER TAKES EFFECT AND KILLS YOU?" Jotaro cried out.

"We won't know until we tried. NOW!"

"STAR PLATINUM!" Jotaro's warriors stand blitzes out from behind Jotaro, grabbing Kira by the collar and pants, before spinning and throwing Kira up at least 30 stories.

The world around him seemed to slow down as Kira flew up, ignoring the blue glow from Rock of Age's stand power brightening on his chest, signifying that he'll be slammed down at ridiculously high speeds and most likely explode, resulting in his abrupt and incredibly painful end. Great.

But right nowhe wasn't thinking about that, right now he was thinking about taking out this stand user by any means necessary. Rising up to the edge of the building Kira put on his most monstrous scowl as he rose, looking into the eyes of a bewildered and scared Saxxy. Kira clentched his teeth as his ascension began to grind to a halt, as he raised his arms to let out a killing blow.

Now is not the time for failure, now is not the time to hesitate, there can be no room for mistakes… Either I end this now, or I die, and I will never see Shinobu and Hayato ever again. Today… I win… Kira chanted to himself in an act of defiant resolve in the face of his would-be killer.

"AHHHHH" Kira roared out like a wild animal before Killer Queen manifested behind him, striking Saxxy so hard in the chest with his hand that it ended up penetrating through him, causing blood to explode everywhere.

"NO!" Zarzuela screamed in agony.

"Zar… zuela?" Saxxy choked out the best he could despite Killer Queen's arm protruding through his entire chest.

"Killer Queen: First Bomb!" The hand that gored through the short blonde man balled its fist up, smashing the thumb down, clicking audibly.

Saxxy expands slightly before exploding in a fiery blaze, ripping him apart atom by atom. In seconds the Belgian Terrorist was incinerated, in seconds, Kira smashed chest down on the warm concrete of the building's roof, the blue glow that built up in his chest dissipating, signaling the end of his stand affects, the end of his stand, the end of his life.

Saxxy's Rock of Ages Status: Deceased, annihilated by Yoshikage Kira.

Kira's blood seeped through the pores of the concrete as he remained laying on the floor to attempt to catch his breath, trying to not choke on his own, metallic tasting saliva. The smell of copper and ash assaulted his nose, but to him it remained a minor inconvenience compared to the excruciating pain circulating throughout his entire body.

His vision began to blur, so he stood up to prevent himself from passing out, looking up to be met by the muzzle of a 12-gauge shotgun.

"Oh, you have got to be kidding me…" Kira mumbled weakly, today couldn't get any worse…

Zarzuela was shaking in rage, in grief, and in hatred. She hated Kira, for killing Saxxy right in front of her. She hated M. K. Ultra for sending them on this suicide mission, as she was more afraid of Martin than anything else at that moment. She hated Macabre for getting himself killed by Kira, resulting in M. K. Ultra ordering the assassination of Kira. But most importantly, she hated herself for not marrying Saxxy when she had a chance to run away with him.

"Are you Yoshikage Kira?" The tall woman asked, miraculously without her voice cracking. The blonde Japanese man said nothing, only staring into Zarzuela's cold, dead eyes. "You look nothing like your father…"

"My father? How… the hell do you know about my- WAIT!" It was too late as Zarzuela stuck the muzzle of the shotgun into her mouth, and using her toe to pull the trigger, spraying blood, brain matter and her raven hair. Making the roof of the building a canvas, as it turned into a demented Jackson Pollock painting.

Zarzuela's Tejas Status: Deceased, shotgun suicide.

Kira only stared at the woman's headless body, blood pooling around her stump. Kira's ears were ringing from the sound of the shotgun blast, tinnitus really has been his favorite customer. He decided to sit down and just stare at nothing in particular, only letting his thoughts run wilde.

She knew my dad? He didn't have a lot of friends before he died, except for "The American" as my mom called him. The French guy who attacked me earlier was also hinting at an "Old Geezer…" Could that be my dad? My dad knew about my stand? No, but the Frenchman spoke as if they talked recently, but my dad has been dead for over a decade…

A big metal door opening broke Kira out of his trace. Looking over he saw a bloody Jotaro panting, looking around for an enemy stand user, his eyes finally resting upon Kira and the headless body before him.

"Did you… kill them?" Jotaro heaved.

"I killed one of them… she-" Kira pointed at Zarzuela's corpse, "- killed herself…"

"Did they tell you anything of value?"

Kira paused, thinking about what Zarzuela said before taking her own life, disguising the pause as a moment to swallow the bloodied saliva in his mouth, he shook his head. "No."

He had purposely left it out.

Jotaro stagged up to Kira, sitting down beside him, taking on deep breath of relief, and clutching his side from the pain. He reached into his inside breast pocket and retrieved his pack of cigarettes, lighting it up with a match, he was about to take a puff before Kira swiped it out of his hands and took a puff of his own. This caused Jotaro to quirk an eyebrow.

"I thought you didn't smoke…"

Kira stared at the brown and white cigarette in his hand, realizing what he had done, he wanted to throw it away but there was something about it so… soothing.

"I… I don't…" Kira responded meekly, before taking another puff.

Jotaro didn't ask any further questions, he took out another cigarette, lighting it up before taking his smoke. Deciding to rest under the warm Morioh sun, by a dead body, only natural in this bizarre town.

They were exhausted.

"Martin…"

There was no response from the American.

"Martin? I know you hear me…"

Once again, the American stayed silent, stoic.

"Martin. Keenan. Ultra."

The American rolled his eyes, turning around to face the photographic ghost of Yoshihiro Kira. He raised his eyebrows to comical legnths, extending his arms out and leaning in a sense of mockery to his friend.

"Nandate?" The American finally responds.

"You almost killed him…" Yoshihiro spat in rage.

"You have to be more specific than that, I almost kill everyone who I pass by in the street…" M. K. had his finger in his ear, rotating it to clear out any clogging, and to annoy Yoshihiro further.

"Don't act fucking stupid, you almost liked my Yoshikage by sending your subordinates? Cohorts? Whatever they are to you, you sent them after him. And he almost died."

Martin had both of his index fingers extended, pointing at the photographic ghost. "But did he?"

"I- uhp wh- mm- OF COURSE HE DIDN'T." Yoshihiro sputtered in confusion and fury.

"Then… there is nothing to worry about!" Martin spun around to watch the sun set behind the city. "I sent two of my more… insubordinate of the Killing Floor after Kira, because I knew that Kira would edge out on them and… well, kill them. Everything I do is planned; every step I take is calculated… Every frame a painting."

"Why?"

"Because I have ears everywhere, and the Killing Floor is starting to question my authority. Also, I want to test Kira…"

"For what?"

"To see if he is capable enough to join The Killing Floor. And so far, he's passing my test with flying colors!"

Yoshihiro stayed silent, looking at Martin with a bit of admiration and hatred. Kira will be safer if he did join The Killing Floor. He would be safer with me… with Martin.

"Are you done doing what you're doing?" Yoshihiro finally asked.

"Uh. Yeah, I got… artist's block on this one… Let's go!"

Martin walked and Yoshihiro floated off, leaving behind on the roof the mutilated corpse of a man, with his ribcage opened like a mouth running vertically down his chest, all organs remained intact except for the intestines, as it was taken out and weaved throughout all cavities in the head, going in one ear, snaking through a nostril and out the mouth, working its way out the other ear.

The only watermark left to show who was responsible for this atrocious artwork was a blood smear graffiti on the hard concrete below.

"MSQ, 1999"

End of Episode 10

Stand Name: Rock of Ages
Stats:
Power – C
Speed – D
Range – A
Stamina – B
Precision - E
Potential - C
Abilities: A formless stand that is able to lift loose, miscellaneous items from the ground, slowly raising them and building up explosive energy, slamming it back down to the ground which releases a potent shockwave, only able to damage anything that is not specifically fused or unattached to the ground. The size of the object effected starts small, but eventually builds up to effecting objects the size of cars. However, this stand is incredibly painful to use as it places tons of pressure on the user's body.

Stand Name: Tejas
Stats:
Power – C
Speed – A
Range – B
Stamina – B
Precision - B
Potential – E
Abilities: Only able to appear under some sort of cover, a tree, a balcony, a roof, and is able to fire off bullets the size of .45 ACP from the tips of each finger.