The Golden Wind gang basically react to themselves. Then, they react to the entirety of JoJo's Bizarre Adventure! But for now it will only be Vento Aureo!

Jojo's Bizarre Adventure it is not my property.

Chapter 1: Introduction

It was dark. Why was it so dark?

Giorno groaned, but then stopped short, realizing the situation, and his heart began beating quickly. What happened? Taking deep breaths, he mentally retraced his steps. He was coming back from fighting Ghiaccio, when he suddenly felt tired. Okay, normal enough, because the fight took a lot out of him. Except he remembered feeling so tired that it was unbearable, and decided that a little nap couldn't hurt, right? So he fell forward onto the ground and closed his eyes, despite knowing it was a horrible idea.

And now he was here, and he didn't feel tired in the slightest. Was it a Stand attack? One that made people feel tired, and then they took them somewhere? Or perhaps this was the Stand, similar to Coco Jumbo?

Giorno let Gold Experience out, silently checking for any signs of life forms, hoping that he would have time to recover and find the others, and also be able to ambush whoever took him, but something was… off? Suddenly, Giorno heard several groans, breaking him out of his thoughts.

"Ah, shit, what the hell?" A familiar voice groaned.

"Mista? Mista, is that you?"

"Holy shit, Giorno? What are you doing here? Where are we?"

"Can you two please shut the fuck up? I'm trying to think."

"Oh, can it, Abbacchio. My questions make sense, so quit being such an old man and let me ask my questions."

"Oi-"

"You two, please, quit arguing. We're in an unknown area, take this seriously. Fugo, Narancia, Trish, are you three here as well? I apologize, it's rather dark."

"Yeah, Bucciarati, I'm here!"

"I'm here as well."

And suddenly, there was light. The room was washed into a gentle glow, and the group let out several sighs of relief. Each of them looked around, taking in the room's surroundings. Only to see that it looked…

"This looks like the inside of a small house, or apartment." Fugo pointed out. "Look, there's a small kitchen, a bathroom. The room we're standing in is what would be the living room, due to the couches and that TV- What kind of Stand attack is this…?"

Bucciarati shook his head. "I'm not certain. Narancia, Giorno, can you check for anyone that may be nearby? Trish doesn't seem to be here. That's not good, I'm sure you know this. We can't have anything happen to her."

"On it!"

Giorno frowned as Narancia got out his Stand, Aerosmith. "That's the thing, Bucciarati." He said. Bucciarati raised an eyebrow as everyone else checked the other rooms. "I got here a little bit before all of you. I checked for life forms as soon as I realized. But…"

"But what? Giorno, what's wrong?"

"B-Bucciarati? Yeah, Giorno's right, something's really weird!" Narancia said, checking the radar on Aerosmith. "There isn't any sign of life whatsoever! No bugs, no small animals, no people other than us. There's… nothing outside of this room."

Bucciarati frowned. Abbacchio, Mista, and Fugo came back, shaking their heads. So there was truly nothing, then? How?

"Woah, what?"

Everybody turned their heads towards the voice, summoning their Stands. But everyone collectively relaxed when they saw it was only Trish, holding Coco Jumbo.

Said girl immediately whipped her head around to look at everyone. "So that's where you guys went? Well? Where are we?"

Bucciarati shook his head. "We're not sure. It's a Stand attack, that we're certain of. But we can't locate the Stand user. We can't even find a way to get out of here."

"I can assure you, I have no reason to attack you."

Giorno's gaze hardened. "Are you the user?"

"This so-called 'ability' I possess is not that of a Stand. This is just me."

"Yeah, right." Abbacchio said, rolling his eyes. "And I just have the ability to rewind stuff. Who the hell are you?"

"That is something I cannot say. Though you may call me your host."

Bucciarati chewed on his lower lip, a little frustrated and annoyed. "Then what can you tell us, Host?"

"I can say that I am, technically, on your side. What I am doing right now is going to be extremely useful for you. Your knowledge on Stands will become immense, your trust for each other will grow, and you will be able to prepare for events that are supposed to occur in the near future. I will be showing the near past, present, and near future to you because…"

"Because…?" Fugo questioned.

"If I'm being completely honest, this is for my own entertainment."

Mista shook his head. "This is fishy as hell."

Fugo nodded with him. "That kind of power seems too great for even a Stand user. Alright Host," Fugo addressed the headless voice. "How are you going to show us… all of that?"

"In a form that I think you will find most enjoyable. A television show."

Abbacchio snorted, and Narancia lit up a little. "Wait, what? Oh, sweet! We get to watch TV shows!"

Fugo smacked him on the back of his head. "Are you an idiot? This is still an unknown person, with an unknown ability."

Giorno nodded. "I have to agree. How do we know you are telling the truth? We have to get back as soon as possible, you must know this."

"Once I am done showing you everything, you will return to the exact point in time I took you from. Time will not have passed for you. But you will have enough knowledge to defeat all of your enemies. You will have enough knowledge… to, well, win. The time is nearing when a lot begins to go downhill, sorry to say."

Noticing the extreme disbelief among the gang, the Host continued. "I know you do not trust me, and I don't blame you. But you have to. Please. Just trust me, know that what I am doing is going to help you all."

The gang, including Trish, was silent. Nobody knew what to do. The idea did indeed sound extremely helpful. But this was a stranger with extreme abilities.

"Alright." Bucciarati finally stated. Heads turned in his direction, both in surprise and indignation.

"Are you serious, Bucciarati?!" Fugo yelled, surprised.

"You can't actually trust this!" Abbacchio yelled as well in disbelief.

"Bucciarati, with all due respect, I think you're fucking insane."

Bucciarati gave Mista a small smile, and then turned to look at Fugo and Abbacchio, who were still confused and enraged.

"Fugo, Abbacchio, and Mista as well- everyone, think more about this. How many times are we going to get this chance? To know what will happen in the future? To have more knowledge about what happened in the past? To know how to take down our enemies in what will perhaps be seconds, or minutes? Or at the very least know what to expect?"

They both slowly began to lose their enraged expressions, and Bucciarati continued.

"I do not feel as though they are lying. In fact, I'm certain that every single word out of their mouth is true. So that means that this is truly harmless, and we do not need to worry about losing time. I say we take advantage of this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity."

Fugo and Abbacchio finally both lost their edge, though Abbacchio crossed his arms and turned away. Fugo reluctantly nodded. In the background, however, Mista and Narancia cheered.

"Hell yeah! That means that we can just chill and watch TV shows!"

Fugo grit his teeth. "Were you not listening? These aren't just any old regular TV shows. This is supposed to be real."

"It is in fact real." The voice said, making Fugo jump. He had sort of thought that it had left. "There will be several moments that I think you might enjoy. But Fugo is right, this is all real. In the world of Stands, there will be several shed tears and plenty of blood spilled. As you see, this world is not as kind."

Narancia and Mista seemed to wilt a bit at that. The voice seemed to take on a bit of sympathy. "I apologize, again, but I still think you will still enjoy a lot of it. After all, the protagonist, even, is in your group."

Narancia and Mista immediately lit up, and even the rest of the gang seemed to perk up in curiosity.

"Woah, really?!" Narancia exclaimed in excitement. "Who is it?!"

"I won't tell. That will be a surprise. Though you'll be able to find out almost right away."

"Aww…" Narancia whined. Mista whined beside him.

"Can we at least have the name of the show? Please?"

"Sorry, another no. Although it may take a bit, there are some geniuses in here that would figure out the main character quickly. Just know that you are all, in a sense, main characters."

Narancia and Mista pumped their fists in the air. "Sweet! We're main characters!"

Fugo frowned, trying to think of who the main character might be, judging by the nature of his teammates. Perhaps it was Bucciarati? It could really be any one of them, considering their backstories.

"I ask that you all take a seat. I have one more thing I need to tell you."

The gang took a seat on the couches, though a few were rather reluctant. Narancia, Fugo, and Giorno were all on one couch. Bucciarati, Abbacchio, and Mista were on a different couch, and Trish opted to sit on a small chair that was farther away from the group, though next to Giorno and the other two. She continued to hold Coco Jumbo.

"Alright. Thank you. I will be giving the remote to one of you, feel free to pause when you need. I ask that you do not do it excessively. Also, I will be giving you anything you ask for. You will not die here, but you can still grow hungry or thirsty, among a few other things, and I understand that it is annoying. If you would like to ask for any item or food, you may. There are any drinks you would like in the fridge in the kitchen. And, um… one last thing…"

"What is it?"

The voice sighed. "The way I'm showing this to you is actually going to be… extremely off. To the point where you might not even take it seriously, or you may even question its reality. But I can assure you all of this does, in fact, happen. Some things are, of course, exaggerated for cinematic purposes. But this all happened."

Bucciarati smiled. "We all have seen some rather crazy things. I'm sure it won't be too bad, though I thank you for the warning."

"...right. Sure. Whatever you say. Anyways, I hope you all enjoy it. I'll be asking you a few questions when the episodes are over, as just a bit of review. And, also, I'll be starting with your part. Although it's out of order, I'd assume you'd want to see your part first."

And with that final message, the screen of the extremely large, and what looked to be extremely advanced, TV suddenly turned on. And a logo popped up:

JoJo's Bizarre Adventure, Part Five: Golden Wind!

This is going to take forever, this is going to be a major pain in my backside, but it's worth it. I will not abandon this. Even if this gets put off for a month, I WILL finish this, because it is summer and these kind of fics are AWESOME!