Hello, King Spike Rules here and here is the next chapter to Lonely Wars. Here we have a fight I'm really excited to do because I've been planning this one out for a few weeks.

Chapter 17: Grand Voyage Part 1.

The next three days went by slowly. Despite all their fears, nothing happened to the group while they were driving down Route 66, getting closer and closer to the Illinois-Missouri border. They were nearing St Louis when the group decided to take a rest stop, pulling into a small gas station and diner on the side of the road. As soon as the car stopped, Kite hopped out of the van and scanned the area around them to make sure nothing out of the ordinary was around.

"Alright, coast looks clear," he said, turning around and offering Mary a hand to help her out, which she took and hopped out with the other two in the back hopping out with them. "Okay, Mary, Doc, and Keith, head to the diner and get us a booth please." They all nodded and headed towards the diner, while Kite turned to Franky, who was climbing out of the driver's seat. "Franky, you and John get gas before joining us." Even as Kite spoke, Franky was in the middle of lighting a cigarette, and slowly deadpanned as he looked at Kite. He slowly turned to see he was next to the gas pump and then looked back at them with his lighter still lit. "Alright. John, you do gas," Kite said with a sigh, walking on to the diner. This left them alone as Franky finished lighting his cigarette.

"Hey," he said to John, who turned from his spot by the gas pump. After taking a long drag of his cigarette, Franky asked, "Do you think Kite thinks less of me? Less than he thinks of you, or any of the others?"

"Why would you say that?" John asked him, shocked at Franky's sudden and surprising question.

"Not sure," he responded, leaning against the van and taking more hits from his cigarette before continuing. "It's just...since we started this trip, everyone else has stepped up. But just look at me. I couldn't even defend Mary against that Brett guy for more than a few seconds before getting my ass handed to me."

"Don't beat yourself up," John said, reaching out his hand and placing it on Franky's shoulder with a reassuring smile. He made sure Franky was looking at him before continuing, "You are valuable. We need you for this quest. Don't ever doubt yourself over that." Franky offered him a smile, though he didn't seem wholly convinced.

Suddenly, Franky felt a sharp pain on his hand, slapping at it and looked down to see what it was. "Damn mosquito!" he said, looking at his hand and checking for a bite while John looked over his shoulder. Strangely, neither of them saw any bite marks on his hand. As they were looking at his hand, two figures were watching them from near the building.

"Step one is done, Allan," one said to the other as a mosquito flew over to the duo. The insect landed on his arm, making no attempt to bite him.

"Yes, Jackson, next is step two." Allan said to him smiling with a few pebbles in his hand and holding them tightly. John and Franky stood next to the van, waiting for it to fill up when they heard movement only a few feet away.

"What was that?" John asked, looking to where the sound came from and scanning the area for anyone near them. Yet he didn't see anything out of the ordinary. Just a few pebbles, lying near the car. "Huh, must be my imagination." John turned back to Franky with a shrug, but there was nobody there. "Franky?" John called out, looking around frantically until he saw his friend standing on the opposite side of the van with a smile on his face.

"Sorry, dropped my cigarette." he said, holding it up. John let out an exasperated sigh, though he perked up when he saw that the gas had been filled.

"Yes! Come on, let's get some breakfast," John said, putting the pump up before walking eagerly towards the diner. Franky followed close behind him, smiling as they left.


"JOHN!" Franky cried out, waving his hands in a failed attempt to get his friend's attention, even jumping up and down to add to the spectacle. Yet it was all in vain as he watched the now giant John leave with someone who looked just like Franky himself. Franky was left confused, standing there next to the van and wondering what could have happened to him.

"I'm glad you finally stopped that, little fool. There really wasn't any point," a voice boomed from above Franky. He looked up to see another massive figure, looking down at him with disturbing pink eyes and a wide smile across his face. He had tan skin, and was wearing a purple vest over a pink dress shirt, with matching pants and shoes. His pink hair was done in a bowl cut, filled with darker pink highlights. He looked down at Franky, who was confused at what he was talking about, so the man continued, "You were bit by my Stand, Itty Bitty, you see. Not much you can do to stop 'Franky', now is there? And with his Stand, Her Man, my partner will get Mary right from under their noses."

"I won't let you get away with this," Franky yelled out, clenching his fists tightly as the guy put his hand on his ear. A mocking grin was plastered on his face.

"Sorry, could you please speak up? Then again, I suppose I shouldn't expect so much from an insect. That's all you are really; a tiny, insignificant bug. And do you know where bugs belong?" he asked, smirking at an increasingly angry Franky, who was about to yell out again when the guy's shoe, easily three times his size, appeared over his head.

"Underfoot," the man finished, bringing his foot down on Franky. He dug his foot into the ground with a satisfied smile, glad that the red wouldn't even be visible on his pink shoes. "Alright, time for step three."


Inside the diner, John and "Franky" both walked in to see their group sitting in a booth, waiting for them. Kite was the first to see the two, waving them on to the booth.

"Hey, anything happen out there?" he asked them as they arrived. Franky sat next to Mary on the left end of the booth.

"Nothing, everything seems to be cleared out there," John said, with Franky nodding in agreement and tilting his head back. He seemed to be relaxing, though from that angle, he saw when his friend walked in. They smiled at each other, the guy walking over to the counter and sitting down at one of the stools. He smiled at the waiter before innocently looking at his menu, the mosquito emerging from behind it. The waiter didn't have time to ask for an order before suddenly vanishing from sight. With practiced ease, the guy hopped over the counter, swiftly putting on the apron before heading to the group.

"Good morning, what will it be?" he asked them, smiling as they looked at him. After a bit of discussion and looking at the menu, they each gave him their order. He made a show of keeping up the smile and writing down their orders, with the feeling of someone who's already won.

Unbeknownst to him, however, a small door appeared on the top of his shoe. With a labored gasp, Franky pulled himself up through it. He was covered in sweat and a few of his hairs fell into his eyes as he panted heavily.

"M-man, that was close," Franky said, looking around at his new location. He tilted his head up to see the guy taking the orders of his friends. 'I need to get their attention and tell them they have a fake Franky...ugh, but how?' Franky thought to himself, racking his brain for a plan. Looking up at the guy's leg, an idea popped into his head. Franky smiled, cracked his knuckles. "Let's go, Graceful Door," he whispered, smiling as his now-tiny Stand came out and began to punch the guy's pant leg, forming stairs that Franky began to climb up. With each step, Graceful Door would punch again, and they slowly made their way up.

Not noticing the tiny weight on his pants, the man took their orders and smiled as he began to head back to over the counter, giving the order to the cook who was too focused on cooking to notice the different waiter and set to work on their meals. Meanwhile, the "waiter" worked on the coffee that had been ordered by Kite.

"This is so easy," he said, smirking and pouring the coffee while Franky was holding on for dear life, barely able to keep his grip as the guy walked around. When the guy turned to face the counter again, Franky thought he was close enough. Using Graceful Door to make footholds for him, Franky jumped from the pants and grabbed the doorknobs, smiling as he worked his way up. After nearly a minute of climbing, he was able to pull himself over the edge to the top of the counter.

Franky laid on the counter for a moment, exhausted and sore, only to see the guy finishing up the coffee for Kite. "And now, for the final ingredient," the guy said, taking a package from his pocket and pouring the contents into the cup.

'I can't let him give that to the guys,' Franky thought, running over to the cup and using Graceful Door to punch the cup. A door formed on the side of the cup, which Franky pulled open, barely jumping out of the way in time to avoid the coffee pouring out onto the counter.

"Oh, shit," the guy said, looking at the coffee cup. He studied it for a moment, wondering, "Did it break or something?" Spotting the small hole on the bottom, his eyes widened. He turned his attention to the counter, where he saw Franky, who'd been trying to stay still and avoid notice. 'How the fuck did he survive being stepped on.' The guy thought, though he quickly realized this wouldn't be too much of a problem. Lifting his hand up with a vicious smirk, he slammed it down on the counter, forcing Franky to jump away. Continuing to swat at Franky, he said mockingly, "I didn't know you were part cockroach."

"Crap, how am I going to tell them about the enemy." Franky said, looking back up just in time to see a massive hand sweeping towards him. Franky panicked as it approached, quickly summoning Graceful Door to unleash an onslaught of punches at the hand. Many doors opened, Franky darting through one and leaving the rest to act as papercuts.

"Damn it!" the guy yelled out, holding his hand as blood ran down from the small doors. He glared down at Franky, ready to kill.

"Is everything alright over there?" Kite's voice rang out. The guy looked at him like a deer in headlights. Sweat dripped down his face as he saw the whole booth looking at him. The fake Franky had a worried look on his face, though he was trying to hide it from the others.

"Yes, everything is fine, just cut my hand." he called to them with a smile. Slowly, the patrons turned back around to their booths. The guy wrapped a cloth around his hand to stop the bleeding as he hissed at Franky, "You think this is over, ya little pest?" With a snap of his fingers, the mosquito appeared around them once again. Only then could Franky finally see the Stand's true appearance. To most people, it must have looked like a normal mosquito, but up close, it had a human head with six hands and a very pointy nose. And it was looking right at him.

"That's your Stand?" Franky said, sweat running down his face as he looked at the disturbing Stand flying over him.

"Sure is. Its name is Itty Bitty, and it's going to take you out so me and Jackson can take care of you all," he said, smirking down at Franky as Itty Bitty swooped down to attack, aiming straight for his chest.

TBC.


Well, that is it for this chapter and I hope you enjoyed it. Please leave a review and tell me how it is, because I was really excited for this one. Anyway, I have two votes saying yes to a series with the line of the Jonas arc. It will be up for three more chapters.