Here's part 2 of Shining like Rubies, this chapter, admittedly is just to get the story rolling. Anyway, same thing, all rights go to Araki, and all musical references are owned by their respective companies. Also, feel free to drop a song, album, or band in the comments that you want a stand to be named after.

Walking with the daughter of Joseph Joestar was surreal, every corner and every street they turned down someone new greeted Shizuka. The homeless in back allies waved hello and goodbye to her, the thugs loitering and the construction workers laying cement cat-called from afar, and every bakery seemed to give her a deal on their freshest sweets. Making Luna wonder when the yell were New Yorkers ever this nice?

"People really seem to like you," Luna noted, trying not to sound envies.

"Being Joseph's daughter has its benefits," she admitted.

Luna didn't want to admit it, but she was jealous. Not only of the fame she had inherited, but the bag of free baked goods she was carrying now at her side.

Before heading home, the pair made one more pit stop by a hot dog stand named 'Mario's'. The owner, a bald Italian guy with a mustache, kindly greeted the raven haired girl like everyone else, with a wave and even a kiss on the hand.

"Shizuka, don't you look gorgeous as always."

"Oh stop, honestly you guys flatter me." she blushed.

The two shared a laugh for a moment, like good friends catching up over dinner.

"So, what will it be?"

"Onions and Relish for me," she said, before turning to Luna, "How bout you?"

"Oh, none for me, I'm trying to watch my…. Weight." she said, bummed as she pressed her hands against her pudgy stomach.

While she wasn't obese my any means, Luna had always been on the heavier side, and never truly comfortable in her own skin. It didn't help that her size lead to her being picked on by, well, pretty Girls that are thin and as beautiful as Stacy, With Shizuka being that obvious exception. Shizuka saw this self loathing in her voice and eyes, but didn't want to comment, fearing it might make her feel worse.

"Come on, how often do you get a free hot dog huh," the owner said, plopping one in a freshly grilled bun.

"... yeah alright, mayo and cheese for me," she said, still unsure as she looked at Shizuka who smiled at her

"Thanks Frank," Shizuka said, giving him a peck on his greasy cheek.

"Aw don't mention it, least I can do, after your dad helped get me off the streets. Now I'm living the dream in a nice one bedroom apartment with my daughter, plus all the hotdogs we can eat," he laughed.

"Yeah, anyway, see you next Friday Frank," Shizuka said, clearly ignoring what he had just said about her father, waving goodbye and carrying on down the street with Luna.

Neither lady got far, or finished their hotdogs as a black limo pulled up alongside the curb, 'Speedwagon Foundation,' printed across the side in white-bold letters.

"Oh no," Shizuka groaned, realization dawning on her.

"Speedwagon?" Luna read outloud.

A worried man in Black, his blond hair curled into a cinnamon bun, stepped out of the car and ran up to her, nearly tripping over the curb.

"Miss Shizuka, my gods you had me worried sick," he said, relieved and taking Shizuka by the hand.

"I was just walking home, nothing to freak out about Widison."

"Madam with all respect, your father hired me as your personal escort, and-"

"'A lady of my caliber shouldn't be walking the streets along,' I know, I've heard it before." Shizuka groaned.

"Then if we're both in agreement, please, step inside, will be home shortly," he said, opening the limo door and gesturing inside

Shizuka didn't see a way out, as she gestured for Luna to come with.

The interior of the limo was better then the hole of Luna's motel, as she looked around in aw at the white upholstery lining the car in a full circle, and a bar filled with specifically non-alcoholic liquors and beverages resting in the middle of the vehicle.

"Have to say, you're living the dream," Luna admitted, joining Shizuka in the back seat as it sped down the street, then got caught up in traffic.

When Shizuka didn't respond, Luna got nervous, wondering what she had said to cause her to go quiet.

"It's not all it's cracked up to be," she finally admitted, sounding saddened.

Luna was actually offended by what had just come out of her mouth. This girl had everything and was seriously complaining to her right now, an only child who lives alone with a drunk father in the basement of a motel.

"You kidding," she protested, "forgetting the limo, and whatever the hell that stand thing was, for a moment. Everyone in this city loves you for christ sake, you get hellos, catcalls, free goodies-"

"Only because I'm Joseph Joestars daughter," she interrupted, "If I wasn't, and I was just another Japanese girl that immigrated to America, I'd be as invisible as my Achtung Baby." She said, satiating it as a fact.

The limo got quiet, both at a loss for words. Shizuka was the first to break the silence, grabbing a bottle and popping the cork of, pouring her and Luna a glass of clear champagne.

"I love my dad, more than the world, and I appreciate all that he's done for me, but, it's just hard living up to his legacy sometimes. I want to make a name for myself in this city, that isn't just being Joseph Joestar's adopted charity case. You know?"

For the first time since they had met, that was something Luna actually found she had in common with this girl.

"Yeah I know how you feel," she said, sincerely, grabbing and opening up her book bag, before taking out a few of her smashed up paintings. "For as long as we can remember, my family has been struggling financially. I'm hoping, praying at this point, to actually get us out of debt with some of this art."

Handing her a few pieces she had worked on, Shizuka examined it all thoroughly with interest.

"I think that's a wonderful ambition, smashed up drawings or not, you do it," she said, sweet and sincere as she handed them back.

"You think so?"

"I know so," she said, razing up her glass, "let's toast, and promise ourselves that will make our own legacy's one day."

Luna cheered for that, tapping her glass with her new best friends.

Widison saw this in his rearview mirror, but didn't say anything, not wanting to ruin the moment.

"Well, on a less serious note," Luna asked, wishing to lighten the mood a bit, "Why the schoolgirl outfit? No offense but it's a little out of place here."

"What, this old thing," she laughed, pulling on it, "Oh its nothing its just… just.."

Shizuka trailed off, much to Luna's confusion

"Its just what?"

Shizuka shushed her, putting her ear to the limo door like a kid listening in on her parents at night.

"What, what is it?" Luna asked again, only to be shushed again.

"Do you hear that?"

"Hear what?" Luna was starting to get restless.

Shizuka rolled down her window, letting the sound of police sirens, that ringed off in the distance, enter the limo.

"That!"

Luna jumped up and went to Shizuka's side, both girls peeking their heads outside. Though neither could see past the line of cars that had built up in the street. The sirens, growing louder, as red and blue lights came into view, flashed above the top of the roofs of the vehicles.

"Widison, open the sunroof," Shizuka ordered, pulling her head back in, "Now."

The limo driver looked out his own window, then back at her, nervous as he stood his ground and replied, "Um with all do respect Ms Shizuka, it would be safer if it remained closed."

Luna continued to listen as the sirens got louder, the sound of gunfire washing them out as it began to rattle through air. Looking behind them, she spotted several boys in black leather on bikes, weaving their ways between the cars, large bags of money strapped to their backs. She recognized one of them, Church Collymore, their leader, and a boy, strong and with piercings in his face. Long-green hair that had been weaved together, flapping behind him, with a silver dollar symbol spray painted across the front of his black military vest. Reeving his bike with his strong, beefy muscles.

"I said open the sunroof," Shizuka ordered, more demanding.

Wisdom stood his ground, Luna stepped back in and grabbed her friend by the shoulder.

"Maybe he's right, wouldn't want anything bad to happen to Joseph's daughter am I right," she laughed nervously.

Shizuka glared at her.

"That's Church Collymore," Luna explained, panic in her voice. "You know the kid who burned down his house and killed his parents when he was ten. He's kind of a local psychopath."

"So?"

"So, he's coming this way, let's not draw his attention by, peaking our heads though the sunroof," she worried, "right Shizuka?"

"Raze hell boys!" the two girls heard, Churches voice shouting over all the sirens and gunfire

"Get down!" Shizuka shouted, thinking fast and tackling Luna to the floor as bullets shattered through the windows of the limo above. Church and the rest of his motorcycle gang zooming past them in a flash.

"How, how did you know," Luna asked, shaking with fear, "How did you know that was going to happen?"

She watched as Shizuka got to her feet. Like before with the cheerleader, the colors around her changed as she summoned Achtung Baby by her side, a pink aura surrounding both of them.

"Never trust a Joestar's luck in any vehicle," she said, her tone filled with determination, as her Stand began to unravel.

Luna watched as the Stand's bandages began to wrap themselves around Shizuka's upper body, its leather pants sliding up her legs and the boots and gloves strapping themselves to her hands and feet. Shizuka filling the previously hollow space inside the Stand. Finishing the transformation, Shizuka put on the helmet her vision now tinted in pink.

"Stay here," Shizuak ordered, before shooting up her leg up with enough force to kick off the sun roof, "I need to clean up my streets."

She then jumped out, and landed on top of the limo in an instant. Spotting Church and his gang a mile away as they continued to blast at cars with firearms, civilians ducking for cover on the sidewalks as the police were in hot pursuit, but it was clear they were out-gunned and out crazed.

"Achtung Baby!" Shizuka shouted, her Stand vanishing, along with her in an instant.

Now hidden from the public eye, she began sprinting and jumping along the top of cars, her eyes set on Churches head.

Church and his cronies ducked and weaved in between cars on the streets that fled away from them, letting loose with their weapon as they unloaded their magazines. Rattling the police cars with bullets that fallowed behind them, causing them to crash into one another, totalling the vehicles.

"These cops just keep coming for more, so let's give them second boys," Church announced, his gang cheering.

Church and the rest turned around and drove straight at the police, continuing to shoot at their helpless targets, who ducked for cover behind there useless vehicles, that were beginning to resemble swiss cheese. Church stopped just a few feet away from them, grabbing a grenade from around his belt before and pulling the pin out with his teeth and throwing it into one of the police mens newly shattered windows. He laughed, watching as the cops scattered like cockroaches before the car blew up into a massive ball of fire. His cronies followed suit, grabbing and throwing the grenades from off their belts, blowing the cops up to hell and back, explosions rattling through the city, over the screams of the innocent caught in the chaos.

"Eat shit assholes," Church yelled shaking his head and throwing up the finger, before revving up his motorcycle and riding off with his gang.

Church and his posse made it out of the big apple and into the suburbs of New York.

"Are they tailing us," One guy, a skinhead with triangle shaped sunglasses asked.

"Please, they have too much collateral to take care of to worry about us anymore," Church reassured, laughing, "Besides, even if they are, we have plenty of more bullets to share with them."

His gang shared in the sick joke as they broke out in laughter. The moment of triumph ruined, when the guy bringing up the rear, Chuck, suddenly fell off his bike, hitting and sliding along the hard street, his arm shattering in two.

"That dumbass fell off his bike again." Skinhead commented

"Should we help him?" Another asked.

"Forget him," Church said, without a shred of sympathy or grief, "he doesn't deserve to ride with us, not if he falls off his bike like a preschooler without training wheels."

Obeying his orders the group didn't turn back, leaving him behind.

Chuck had felt it, we didn't know what it was, but he had felt it. In the split second before he had hit the pavement, an invisible force had grabbed hold of his handlebars and turned the front wheel 90 degrees the other direction, causing him to face plant.

"Damn, I was planning on them coming back for you," a voice whispered in his ear.

Chuck got to his feet, grabbing and shooting his gun into the air randomly in a panic.

"Ghost, Ghost!" He shrieked.

His gun was suddenly yanked from his hands and held suspended in the empty air, before being snapped in two. Chuck then had an invisible force pull up on the collar of his jacket, lifting him up and slamming him down into the ground, an immense amount of weight then put onto his neck, pinning him down.

"Yes, I am a ghost," Shizuka lied, "And unless you want me to haunt you for the rest of your pathetic dumbass life, you're gonna tell me we're there heading."