I really enjoy JoJo and The Loud House, and I had this idea in mind for some time, I wanted to do a crossover of the two series, and This is what I came with, I really enjoyed writing it and I hope you enjoy as well!

DISCLAIMER: I do NOT own neither franchise

1968

The city of Paris slept quiet in that night. The few people still woke live their quiet life's without knowing what was happening in the very top of the Eiffel Tower.

In a platform in the top of the famous tourist attraction, two men fought what could be described as a invisible air fight.

One man had a muscular body, using a wine colored tank top with tight gloves that reached well passed his elbow, also colored the same tint as his top. He was using a conventional long pant, although the color was also wine. His matched his outfit, being long and red colored. Fish face was very mainly, but smooth enough to resemble slightly a femine face, he was using also a Wine Eye-shadow and lipstick. But all this good look was almost ruined by the red looke steains in his face and shoulders.

The other man also had a muscular frame, accentuated by the baby look shirt that revealed part of his abdomen and belly bottom, he weared rather baggy pants with suspenders. At top of that strange look, he also was using a long scarf that reached down his knees. His face had a very elegant look at it, Acide from some freckles, was rather plain looking, but what sticked out about him was his snow white hair, combed gently at the side, with just one tuft spraying up at the back of his head.

A third man laid there in the side of the platform. with a large hole in his stomach, that man had just been killed by the crimson man.

The men still up fought like this was the final confrontation they where doing, the Crimson man was trying to reach for a small object that was in the edge of the platform, nearly falling down the tower. It was a long arrow with it's head made by a golden metal that looked ancient.

The white haired man was trying to prevent his enemy to get the arrow, while also trying to reach it. But the way they both fought was the weird thing. They were barely touching each other, but still flew back and reacted like they where being hit.

After a lucky punch, the white haired man made the other one fly away, nearly flying down the tower, but he was able to grab the safety rail and started climbing back to the platform.

The White hairen man was already reaching his hand to grab the arrow. " King Kunta!" Roared the Crimson man. A red ghostly being materialized from the man and delivered a kick in the back of the other man, making the arrow, which was already at the possession of him fly through the air, and the ghostly King Kunta grabbed the arrow, delivering to the crimson man.

"Hahahaha! This is it Albert!" Spoke the crimson man, looking at the arrow and back to the white haired man, that was called Albert.

Albert slowly got back on his feet, looking at something that was in his right hand.

"It's over Albert! I have the Arrow! And I'll use it to evolve King Kunta to it's Requiem!" Bragged The crimson man waving the arrow. "My stand will be the most powerful!"

Albert slowly turned back, looking at the crimson man, still looking at his hand. "I'll won't let you Einer! I'll revenge McBride and our fallen comrade!" Spoke Albert Clenching his fist.

Einer Laughed. Don't be a fool Albert! I killed Harold, Melvin and destroyed Mercy's legs! You can't defeat me now! I have the Arrow!"

Albert smirked. "This is what you think!" Said, pointing to Einer, who shocked, looked at his hand, seeing that the arrow wasn't in his possession anymore.

"W-what!?" Muttered Einer shocked, glaring at Albert. "How? Your stand Can't do something like that!" Albert smirked again.

"Now it can! This is Smooth Criminal's New ability! Steal!" Albert spoke, as the arrow materialized in his right hand, which was dripping small droplets of blood.

"This..." Said Einer. "In that moment..." He stopped, remembering at how Albert looked at his hand. "You got pierced by the arrow!"

"Exactly!" Said Albert grinning. Einer gritted his teeth and charged, summoning King Kunta, but Without flinching, Albert summoned his Stand, a tall man using a hat and a trenchcoat, and proceeded to deliver a insane punching barrage as the stand shouted.

"ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA!" The enemy Stand floated in place, still paralyzed by the beat down, before a final blow of Smooth Criminal. "OOOOORA!"

King Kunta Flew back, Einer also backed, affected by the barrage "No... I am the great Einer!" he said, before tripping in the edge of the platform, but wasn't fortunate enough to catch the safety rail a second time.

Albert ran at his direction, trying to grab him, but Einer fell before Albert could do something.

Albert could do nothing but observe his enemy fall to his death. Before he could see him hitting the ground, Albert turned his head, don't wanting to see.

He sighed as a immense relieve filled him. "It's over..." He said, looking at the body of his fallen friend, and walking to him. "It's finally over Harold." Spoke Albert, his eyes filling with tears as he finally could grieve at the death of his friend. Albert didn't held back his tears, which fell of the metal floor of the platform. "Let's just pray that Mercy and Adani are still alive."

Harold still had the Arrow grasped securely in his hand.

2022

A old Albert woke in his bed with bangs at the door. He looked over the alarm clock at counter next to his bed.

14:36

Dang it! That useless thing never works! Thought Albert. He had that dream again. He looked to his cabinet that was next to a large box that until recently, had been in storage. The person knocked again.

"I'm coming!" Spoke Albert grumpily, getting up and making a quick change of his sleep wear I to his casual clothes. After all this years, he still used the suspenders. He now sported a great gray mustache, had his face not so smooth and after so many years, he had created a rather big belly.

"Stupid Nurse..." Muttered Albert walking to the door of the room, expecting the Nurse of the retirement home he was living.

But his grumpy expression twisted into a grin as he saw who was in the other side of the door. A boy that was nearly a mirror image of Albert in his young days, the only difference was his buck teeth, but besides that, he was a spitting image of him even down to the paper white hair.

"Lincoln!" Greeted Albert to his grandson, kneeling and opening his arms to hug Lincoln.

"Pop-pop!" Greeted Lincoln, wrapping his small arms around Albert, accepting the hug. "Happy birthday Pop-pop!" Said Lincoln.

"Ohoho, Thank you my doppelganger! But where are your sisters and your parents? Don't you say you came here all by yourself?" Asked Albert proud of his grandson.

"We prepared a party for you Pop-pop, I came here to retrieve you! But No, Lori it's outside, waiting on Vanzilla

"That's my grandson" Said Albert ruffling Lincoln's hair.

"I made you this Pop-pop!" Spoke Lincoln, handing over a small hand made cardboard box to Albert.

"Made? Oh you didn't needed to!" Said Albert, opening his present. A crude made mug. It was visibly hand made, but was good enough to be used. In it's side, had carved the words "World's 1# Pop-pop". Albert smiled at the words. "Thank you Lincoln, please, but this in that cabinet please, I need to wash my face ya know, I Just woke!" Asked Albert getting up and walking down to the bath room.

"Of course!" Said Lincoln walking to the cabinet, and placing the mug in it. Before he leave, he saw a framed picture that he never saw before.

He picked the frame and examinated it. The picture had 5 people Lincoln never saw, well, excluding one, the one right in the center, was a young man with stark white hair. "Pop-pop!" This guy is you?" Asked Lincoln. Albert, from the bathroom responded.

"Yes, it's me and some old friends from the Navy." Lincoln examinated the other people in the picture. They looked very happy and yet, determinated. "I've found that picture in that box, that I picked from my storage some days ago." Explained Albert.

Lincoln put the frame back where he found, and was about to leave when something shined in the box, catching Lincoln's attention. He looked at the box and saw something reflecting the light of the room, when he reached his hand to see what it was, he felt something prickling his point finger. Lincoln yelped, placing the finger inside his mouth.

He looked at the finger, a small cut in it. "ouch." Muttered Lincoln looking at the open box. Albert walked off the bathroom, with his face washed and hair combed.

"I'm ready to go!" Said. As he saw Lincoln looking at the box, he asked. "Everything's alright Son?"

"Yeah... Let's go Pop-pop." The two white haired walked off the room. Leaving the room and the box alone. Inside that box, had the arrow.

To be Continued