(Hi. Sorry for the really long delay in chapters, if you wondered what happened to this fic. Basically, I got really busy, then lost interest in writing. Someone close to me told me to continue writing it, so here I am. This chapter has quite a bit of content, in case you wanted a lot more.)

The election of 2000. Quite a controversial election. The debate about Gore vs. Bush is currently turning the country inside out. All because Florida couldn't count reliably. In Riverford, however, things are quite the same. Mayor Brannigan won the fifth time in a row, with absolutely no competition. It's not really winning when you're doing so good that nobody runs against you.

Mayor Brannigan takes a drive through the city of Riverford, watching his citizens pass by. He stopped by for a particular citizen, one that was important to his continued administration: A 17-year-old senior of Riverford High, Roman Stratus. The big, buff, buzz-cutted buffoon got into the car. Brannigan began to drive again.

"Report?" He asked.

"As far as I know," He said, "Four of our users have gone…" He stared at the pedestrians with a hatred, "Including my sister." He turned to the mayor in a rage, "I'm TELLING you, man, it's that FRESHMAN!"

"Calm down," The mayor ordered, "We know who's been doing this. That new guy, the one with the old van? He hasn't been subtle. He's been talking about stands in public, after all."

"Let's just ask our users," Roman begged.

"No!" The mayor yelled, "We can't do that. That would risk us losing our cover! They must not know that we know about 99 Problems!" He clenched his fist. In that moment, a purple aura permeated from him. Roman fell into a respectful silence, as his eyes glowed purple upon the activation of the powerful stand.

"Roman," The mayor said, "In the backseat, there's a blanket. Look under it."

Roman turned around slowly, and pulled back the cloth. All he needed to do was see the gold tip and a glimpse of a pattern. "The arrow," He gasped, "Am I trustworthy enough to hold it?"

"You've been a part of this since your freshman year of high school," The mayor assured him, "You're just as trustworthy as the rest of The Team."

Roman was shaking at the idea of just holding it, "What do I need to do with it?" He asked.

"That freshman you were talking about," The mayor said, "We need a new user. Someone we can keep a close eye on and make sure they're going to be a part of our team."

"Him?" Roman paused, "He doesn't have the resolve to survive the arrow! He'll die!"

"Roman," The mayor said, "I need you to do this. He may not have the resolve, sure. But if he does, then we can use him to get close to Roman, and get rid of him."

Roman grit his teeth. He grabbed the arrow, and felt its weight in his hand. "Ok," He said, "I won't let you down."

Riverford fun fact: It has its own unique species of crab that live on its beaches.

"The influence of 99 Problems has an influence I don't think we'll ever know," Melvin decreed, "But we have to try and narrow down who's responsible. More specifically, who's the user of the stand."

It was a meeting of the "We-tried-to-beat-up-Jordan club." There was Jordan, Melvin, Donny, Lars, and Goth. Jonas was also there, but he never tried to beat up Jordan.

"I think it's Victor," Lars said, "He's gotta be. You know, the popular guy at school? The captain of the varsity football team?"

"He isn't even a stand user," Donny said, "Besides, you think he'd settle with football captain? He isn't even class president."

"And the class president is a stand user," Goth added.

"The mayor?" Donny pitched.

"That geezer?" Lars scoffed, "Nah. Dude donates to charity, man."

"I think it's a good idea if we just go through every stand user we know until we find the right one," Goth said, "It's the most productive way, right?"

"Does anyone here know all the stand users in Riverford?" Jonas asked, finally pitching in.

"I know every one," Lars said, "But I don't know what all of their stands are."

"Did you know Goth was a stand user?" Melvin asked.

"Yeah."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

Lars shrugged, "I thought you knew."

Donny leaned over to Jordan, "Hey, what are your thoughts, man?"

Jordan had been zoning off for the past ten minutes. The dark room (Melvin's attic window hasn't been replaced yet) with nothing more than a light bulb to illuminate it made him feel strangely alone, despite being shoulder-to-shoulder between Goth and Donny.

He felt this way because he had been on one date with May. It went very well, considering that Jordan had never done it before. But then they just...hadn't been talking in class. He was too nervous, or something. He didn't really know what the next step was.

"Jordan!" Donny called.

"Hm?"

"What are your thoughts?"

Jordan nodded, "Yeah...I think it's a good idea."

"Well, that's great," Melvin said, "Except, you're gonna be useless for this."

"How so?" Jordan asked, secretly trying to find out what he just agreed to.

"You don't know any stand users other than us," Donny said.

Jordan scanned his mind, "That's not true," He said, "I know one." He struggled to remember the name for a moment, "Yeah. Roman. You mentioned that he has a stand, right? The dumb guy who threatened me the first day."

Then everyone looked at Goth. Jordan wasn't sure why.

"Roman is my brother," She explained, "Not only is he too dumb to be doing this, but I'd know if he was responsible for this. Trust me, he has nothing to do with 99 Problems."

Stand name: Careless Whisper

Stand User: Goth

Power: D

Speed: B

Durability: D

Precision: B

Range: A

Potential: A

Ability: Can read long-term memory, and alter short-term. Also nullifies attacks if the attacker feels guilt.

Homecoming is a topic that Jordan had never really thought of, but seeing the posters plastered around school since November first made him start thinking. It might as well be the first "party" he ever goes to. He might love it.

"Don't get your hopes up, Jojo," Said Donny, appearing behind him. "Jojo" had become a name that his friends used to mock him occasionally.

"Don't get my hopes up about what?"

"Stand users don't go to dances," Donny decreed, "Lest there be a stand fight and blow all of our cover."

"What, so a bunch of stand users get in one place, and all of a sudden, they all start fighting?" Jordan asked, accusingly. They were talking loudly for being outside with random people just walking by.

"Yes," Donny nodded, "Here's why: We never use our stands for most of our lives, and we're itchin' to use em. And then we get into a little dispute with someone who also has a stand. What happens?"

"A fight?"

"That's right," Donny patted Jordan on the shoulder, "That's why we don't really like the idea of Melvin and Goth being together. Stand users aren't supposed to date, lest the break-up start a civil war."

"I thought you didn't know about Goth and Melvin," Jordan said.

"I didn't, but I'm still afraid of the break-up," He shook his head, "Look, Jordan, point is, we don't go to school dances, ok?"

"No."

Donny stared at him, "What?"

Jordan looked back at Donny, "I refuse," He crossed his arms.

"Jordan," Donny got serious, "If you go, then every other stand user is gonna start going. I mean, Roman already goes because he's part of the football team-"

"Good," Jordan interrupted, "I want to go to school dances with my friends," And also a date, if possible, "And a lot of my friends just so happen to be stand users."

Donny seemed disturbed by this, but couldn't muster any resistance. "Ok," He grumbled, "If anything goes wrong, it's on you."

Jordan could feel something in his chest. Some pressure, like something was keeping his lungs from expanding to their full size. It made his stomach feel queasy. It made his knees weak. And it happened whenever he got within 10 feet of May.

He knew that he had to ask her out. At least once before asking her to homecoming. This was very specific advice Jonas gave him.

"You don't want to just ask her to homecoming on the second date," Jonas said, "You don't even have the privilege of saying you're 'dating' her yet." So he determined at least third date would have to be homecoming. Maybe third if she had the time. She was busier than him.

During downtime in drama class, he was sitting at the back of class on a beanbag just sort of staring at her, not doing anything. The same few possibilities replayed a thousand times in his head as he debated how he was gonna ask her out. It took a long time to get out of that beanbag.

Finally, he managed to get up and walk over to her. She didn't notice him standing there a few seconds before he said, "Ummm ...hi."

She turned around, "Oh, hi." She smiled.

Jordan nodded and paused for a moment, "Can I sit next to you?"

"Sure," She was obviously enjoying the awkwardness Jordan displayed.

Jordan sat down next to her and paused again. He spat out, "I want-I want to go out with you again."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

For a moment, they just sat in silence. May stared at him, smiling.

"Well, do you want to?"

"Yeah," She giggled.

"Oh, ok," Jordan laughed, "You could have just said that."

"I liked seeing you struggle."

Roman stuffed at least three Funyons in his mouth before throwing the bag in the nearest trash can. The store clerk that told him he has to pay for them can suck it. He could feel the arrow heavy in his belt, concealed mostly by his shirt and jacket. He's 90% sure that it looks like he's concealing a firearm. He felt the phone in his pocket vibrate.

"Hello?"

"Mom wants to know where you are, doofus," Goth says on the other line.

Roman snorts, "Shut up. Why does she want to know where I am?"

Goth scoffs, "You're supposed to meet with your counsellors."

Roman pulled the phone away for a second to curse, "Look, she can meet with them on her own. I'm busy, bitch."

"Did you just call me a-" And then Roman hung up.

He took out the map of Jordan's route home to check once again. A line went across downtown, up through a park, and to a set of suburbs. He knew that the best place would be the lightly forested areas of the park to stab him with the arrow. Then if he died (which Roman assumed he would) he could also easily dispose of the body.

He hid in a parking lot around a bend where Jordan takes a turn. After that, Roman can safely follow him. He'd been tailing Jordan for the last few days, observing his route. This is always where he started tailing Jordan.

3:13 came. That was the time Jordan usually came around that bend. But not today. 3:15 came. Pretty late, but not implausible. By 3:23, Jordan was usually home. Coming 3:20, he didn't show up. Unusual. Maybe he had something else that day.

As he was checking his watch, he heard the crunching of asphalt behind him. Roman ignored it.

"I have to ask you something, sir," Said a voice.

"Beat it," Roman grumbled.

"No." Roman felt a large hand grab his shoulder and whip him around. He looked directly into the orange irises of Jonas Johannes.

"You?" Roman backed away. The way Roman understood, he was the guy decubing every stand user in Riverford. A formidable threat, but Roman was pretty sure that he could handle Jonas.

"Me," Jonas said, "Now explain to me why you've been tailing my nephew every day."

"What?"

"That's right," Jonas said, "I know you've been tailing him. How? Because I tail him every day, to make sure no one's been tailing him."

Roman grit his teeth. Jonas saw a unique rage inside of this man. "You beat up my sister," He growled.

Jonas was unphased, "That I did. And I'm about to do the same to you."

A dark green aura tainted with specks of purple surrounded Roman, "Bring it, then. I've got a job to do."

Jonas cracked his neck.

"ROCKET MAN!"

The metal stand came out in a burst of steam, winding up a punch to Roman's face. With a booming "FLY!" It flew forward. But Roman vanished before the hit made contact. Jonas pulled his stand back into a defensive position.

"Two stands that do some weird teleporting trick," Jonas grumbled, "What a chore."

Roman pointed at Jonas, "Now listen here, old man," His stand began to appear beside him, "With the power of my stand, I could kill you with ease."

Jonas chuckled, "You have no idea."

"Now tell me," Roman demanded, "Where is Jordan Johannes?!"

"Not here," Jonas told him.

Meanwhile, Jordan was being crushed in DDR by May.

Stand User: Jonas Johannes

Stand name: Rocket Man

Power: A

Speed: D

Durability: C

Precision: A

Range: B

Potential: E

Stand ability: When Rocket Man hits a target, the effects of gravity on it will be lost.

"FLY!"

Another attack from Jonas's stand was ineffective. He turned, thinking Roman would be behind him again, but before he could attack, Roman kicked him deep in the ribs with combat boots. Then, something started to grow Jonas's throat. He felt tiny balls lodge itself in his windpipe, completely blocking his breathing. Each second, more appeared in his neck and lungs.

"I told you," Roman said, "I could kill you with ease." A lime green aura was resting around his body as Jonas clawed at his own neck. A second later, Jonas was gasping for breath as everything blocking his breathing disappeared.

"With the power of my stand, Cha Cha Slide, I can move anything anywhere I want, as long as it's not in another object," Roman explained as Jonas coughed blood onto the asphalt, "I moved some nearby pebbles into your windpipe. I could also move my pocket knife into your mouth, if you want. Depending on how much you ate, I might be able to move it into your stomach."

Jonas stood up, still shaking from the pain, "Do you mean teleport?"

"What?"

"You keep saying 'move.' Your stand doesn't move things, it teleports things," Jonas scoffed, "It's confusing, that's all."

Roman stared at him, dumbfounded. Is he serious? He thought, Is he really correcting the words I'm using? The vein in Roman's forehead pressed against his skin. He grit his teeth. "You think I'm an idiot or something?!" He yelled, "I'll fucking kill you!"

Roman went to throw a haymaker at Jonas. The fist collided into his jaw, causing Jonas's huge body to stumble backward. Jonas caught himself, wiping the blood off his chin, "You're a pretty strong dude. I didn't expect you to hurt me that much." Jonas brought out his stand once again, rushing forward for a volley of attacks. "FLY-FLY-FLY-FLY-FLY-FLY-FLY-FLY-FLY-FLY-!"

None of the attacks hit Roman, who easily moved out of the way of each of them. He mocked while dodging, "Geez, man, how is it possible you beat anyone with that stand? It's probably the slowest stand I've ever seen!"

Roman appeared behind Jonas once again, and drove his pocket knife into his shoulder. Blood stained Jonas's white jacket. Jonas tried to turn around and sock Roman, but he vanished again and stabbed him in the side. Another attempt saw Roman slashing him across the cheek.

After getting a safe distance away, Roman mocked, "God, how are you this bad at fighting?"

Jonas panted, holding the wound at his side. Rocket Man was recalled. He seemed calm, despite the situation. He said to Roman, "You're putting me in a pretty tough situation here, buddy. I don't like having to patch up this jacket. It's my favorite!"

Roman yelled back, "You're gonna have to worry about a lot more than that!" He stepped forward, readying another attack. Jonas felt his breath blocked by something again. More sharp rocks were lodged into his windpipe. Roman kept stepping forward, teleporting more and more into Jonas.

"This is it, Jonas," He said, "You die here."

Since Jonas couldn't speak, he spoke through Rocket Man, "Idiot kid," He said, "I've fought stand users far more dangerous than you. If I died to you, I'd decline my invitation to heaven out of shame."

"Tough words," Roman turned to leave, "For someone about to choke on rocks."

Jonas leaned forward, opening his mouth wide. Rocket Man reeled its fist back and sunk it into Jonas's chest. The stand touched each of the rocks. Like a shotgun, the rocks exploded in a shower of blood toward Roman, each of them hitting his body and digging into his body.

"What the fuck!" Roman yelled. He fell to the ground, holding his wounds.

Jonas coughed out a lot of blood onto the ground, and wiped it away with his sleeve. He rasped out, "That...was extremely painful. I wonder if Melvin can heal internal wounds."

"You're fucking insane!" Roman yelled. He began to lift himself up.

"Don't even bother getting up," Jonas said, his stand ready to attack, "I know how your-" He stopped. He completely froze while pointing at Roman.

Roman looked back at Jonas, "What? What are you doing?" Roman looked at his belt, and saw that the arrow was no longer concealed by his jacket. He looke at Jonas, then the arrow, then back a few times. "Oh…" He got up, "I take it you know what this is?"

"Where did you get that?" Jonas demanded.

"So you know what this is," Roman sighed, "That's really not good."

"I'm going to be taking it now," Jonas said.

"What?" Roman laughed, "how are you gonna get this with a stand as slow as yours?"

"FLY!"

All Rocket Man had to do was punch the air in front of him, and a gust of wind shot forward, hitting Roman's hand and sent the arrow into a brick wall. Jonas did this by removing the effect of gravity on the air in front of him. Roman saw what happened, and turned to run at the arrow.

"No, you don't! Rocket Man!" Jonas's stand came up from behind and punched Roman in the back, sending him flying into the air as the effects of gravity left him. Once he was quite a few feet in the air, Jonas froze him there by turning his ability on and off so fast he didn't move from that spot.

"You bastard! Let me down!" Roman yelled.

As Jonas calmly walked up to the arrow, he mocked, "Why? Just teleport yourself over here," He grabbed the arrow, "Oh wait. You can't. Your stand only moves objects if its about….10 feet away, right?"

Roman glared at him.

"Or is it shorter? I couldn't really tell, and I've been switching between the metric and imperial system so quickly that distance means nothing to me anymore." He walked right under where Roman was levitating, "Now, drop to the earth."

"Wait-wait!" Roman began to plummet back down to Jonas, and he saw Rocket Man emerge from his orange aura.

"Now it's time to get rid of those cubes in your head!"

"FLY-FLY-FLY-FLY-FLY-FLY-FLY-FLY-FLY-FLY-FLY-FLY-FLY-FLY ME TO TH-"

Jonas realized he wasn't actually hitting anything. Roman was gone! Before he could search for where he went to, Jonas felt the weight in his hand disappear. The arrow was gone too!

"Yeah, Cha Cha Slide isn't a perfect stand," Roman said from behind Jonas, "Like if something is too fast, I can't focus on it, or that it only works in a certain range," He saw Jonas turn around, ready for another flurry, "But it's biggest ability is the fact that it can teleport me wherever I want!" Roman vanished once again before Jonas's attack. He was on top of the building in front of him.

"Get back here!" Jonas yelled, "If you were gonna fight Jordan instead of me, Jordan's stand is a lot faster than mine!"

Roman squinted at Jonas, "What did you just say?"

"I said it's better to fight my stand than Jordan's!" Jonas yelled, "It's really fast!"

So Jordan Johannes already has a stand, Roman thought, that ruins our whole plan. Well, that's not saying much since meeting Jonas here already did that.

Without another word, Roman teleported away. Jonas tried to follow by jumping onto that building, but when he looked around the town, Roman was nowhere to be found.