Author Notes: This is another prequel to Part 9: Stairway To Heaven, but this time focused on the first Star of the World, John Joburwock Joestar, and how he got to this position. The first chapter focuses on the two major forces of the tournament- Motley and Jo-Jo-Jo, who will eventually oppose one antoehr.
Chapter 1: Two Suns
Newham, London
A tall, bespectacled man was walking down a busy, war-torn street with several people trying to flee or fight. There were flying car prototypes driven by wealthy families in the skies and prototype teleportation platforms that had replaced the metro trains a short while ago. And there were individuals in the crowd with translucent entities accompanying them, unbeknownst to the majority of the crowds.
He had dark, short hair with three large hair fringes that pointed right. The hair had subtle magenta highlights. He wore a blue hoodie with a lighter blue hood, a light blue tie with a purple star in the center, emblems of the shoulder with light blue stars with the words JoJo in purple font, a light-blue belt with a purple star-shaped buckle, dull-colored pants, and dull-colored tennis shoes.
He turned to see an alley, a homeless man being harassed by a biker gang utilizing entities invisible to people like the homeless man, but visible to himself- Stands. Stands as far as current public research on the subject was concerned, was experimental at best due to the newness of the subject in the public eye over the past few decades. As far as most people could tell, they were manifestations of one's will and their abilities manifested into unorthodox powers that reflected the personality of the user.
These bikers, The Wheels of Steel, a gang that rose in prominence with the rise of the dual edible plants- Eden's Fruit and Forbidden Legume, dressed in futuristic fashion based on 80s films, were accompanied by helmeted, goggle-wearing, ghoul-faced, gray humanoids in spiked black leather jackets with their lower torsos being motorcycles. These were the Stands, Motorcycle Man.
One of the members drew out a laser chainsaw and slowly inched it towards the homeless man.
"This bloke's organs will sell nicely on the black market.," said this member until he noticed a pebble suddenly zoomed to a nearby trash can, which caused it to roll into the gang and knock them off their feet.
One of the members looked up to see this dark-haired man coming to the aid of the homeless man.
"Bloody hell. The crime rate escalation makes it harder to go to and from classes. I'm graduating in a month and getting a job. This is a bothersome dilemma.," he said to himself as he helped the man up.
The man had folded rock skin on his cheeks, which caused the young man's glasses to obscure his eyes.
"There's a clinic nearby that will cure that. It's called the Rock Disease. It's run by a couple who believe in mixing the use of Eden's Fruit and Forbidden Legume.," said the bespectacled man to the homeless fellow.
He glared at the man, causing the latter to quiver in fear.
"I-I'll do it! I-I'll Do it!" he said as the bespectacled man handed him a note for the directions to the clinic.
He scampered away as the bespectacled man faced the bikers. He remained calm and collected in the face of the group pulling out laser batons.
"Don't you know how things are run now? We Stand users are above the powerless masses. We can-," said another member before noticing the bespectacled man looking at his watch.
"Whatever you're planning to happen, it won't-," he said as his Stand caused the ground to become metallic before suddenly the bikers were bombarded by a rain of something oddly furry hitting them.
Another member noticed the body structure of the furry entity and realized-
"Lemmings!," he screamed as the men rode on the backs of their Stands, fleeing from the rodents that had somehow fallen from the sky.
The bespectacled man sighed in relief, none of them had died from impacting the ground from the high altitudes that they had carried from by strong winds from their original location. It was hinted his own powers had something to do with it.
"I guess that arm thrust paid off a few weeks earlier than expected.," he noted as he prepared large titanium, round containers to place the lemmings in. There were about twenty in total. He carried them on his strong arms- hinting at his herculean strength.
He then walked along the street and gave the container to a group of lonely orphans left on the street who was looking longingly at them.
"What's your name Mister?" asked one of the youths.
"John Joburwock Joestar. Call Me Jo-Jo-Jo.," he said as he turned to look at the children with his blue iris eyes before going about his way. A short gust of wind pushed his hood to reveal the star birthmark on the region of the back of the left shoulder.
This has to change. The leadership is not dealing with the rising problems as they currently stand. Someone has to create a new order to make things peaceful. I'll find a way to talk with public officials on this matter., thought the bespectacled man.
Docklands, London
The biker gang stood in front of a man surrounded by unusual individuals at a dock surrounded by vacant ships and water.
The leader in the middle of the group, was a moderately tall, average-Caucasian tone skinned man with slicked-back blond hair, a red jacket with furred trims worn over a white t-shirt with an emblem of a dagger with a dark-winged crossguard, skull on its pommel with a green snake coiling the blade, denim jeans, and dark shoes. His eyes had blood-red yellow irises and blue pupils.
The others were far more openly unusual, especially with some of the members.
A short pink rounded nose jester with a cap-n-bells hat that went off in two 90 degree directions opposite to each other, with a long frilled color, dark pants, light gloved hands curved shoes, and a body entirely composed of playing cards for its chest, arms, and legs.
A tall dark-robed, hooded, skeletal being with bony wings, an exposed ribcage over its chest area on its robe, and a vulture skull head with yellow lights indicating eyes within its empty eyeholes, with the skull having a neck leading into a fuzzy-feathered collar. Combined with the scythe it was wielding, it gave the general appearance of a grim reaper with a vulture head.
An imposing silver humanoid with a faucet head with a mouth of exposed white teeth with faucets on its shoulders, middle of its chest, protruding from the middle of its lower arms/back of the palm, shins/lower legs, and feet.
A huge humanoid made of red bricks with two Rook-like towers protruding from its shoulders, and its lower half being a lower kilt covering the legs.
A muscular humanoid composed of starry dark matter with a sun in the middle of its head indicating a single eye, two planetary rings crossing around the chest in an X position, and a ring of moons surrounding its waist. Hovering above it was a small earth-like planet that was shaped like a donut, small magenta Saturn like a planet with indigo rings, a pitch-black planet with red rings, and a small dark-gold planet with yellow clouds.
A short, stubby, purple-furred, golden jaguar spotted humanoid with exposed pale skin, downward curved golden horns on the sides off its large head, a purplish-blue large nose, a prominent lower lip with visible tusks, and kaleidoscope eyes.
An average-sized humanoid dressed in a fine blue business suit with a bomb-shaped head with a purple section with a red question mark in the middle- indicating an eye, dynamite-like fingers, and golden clocks on its shoulders.
A towering, monstrous humanoid made of a shadowy material covered in blue flames with a red singular eye in the center of its head, and a purple gem in the center of its chest. The spiked tendril-like points were either spikes, horns, or tendrils due to the eldritch nature of the form.
A green naga with golden cobra motif, Greek armor with pauldrons with tassels, a gladiator helmet, a pale-green mask with four yellow, curved eyeholes, golden mirrors on the lower arms, a waistband of golden cobra heads, a rattle at the end of its tail, and four cobra head hairs emerging perpendicularly from the head.
A huge, obese, bald, purple-skinned humanoid with muscled arms. It had no visible face but had empty black eye-sockets, a series of grinning mouths covering the base of the neck to the end of the stomach, and four blue eyes placed perpendicularly on the lower arms/legs. It wore a purple, sleeveless, overcoat with a golden, segmented collar, and brass armguards/leg guards.
A short brown humanoid with a gray neck/arms/hands, a brown box-like head with yellow eyes on the hinges where the mouth opens, a rounded brown chest, brown pants, and dark brown shoes.
An average-sized humanoid with three light-blue eyes- one in the center of the forehead, with the rest of the body being sectioned off in constantly altering patterns going from checkerboard, plaid, striped, polka-dotted, spotted, zigzag, etc from one body part to the next,
An average-sized black street sign figure-like entity covered in various street sign symbols including stop do not, yield, etc.
And lastly, a tall entity comprised of fast food, with a hotdog head with a yellow mustard nose/eyes/mouth, ketchup eyebrows, a hamburger chest, pizza shoulders, soda cup hands with straw fingers, a french fry lower torso designed like a kilt with tassels, and chicken nugget feet.
"What's with the costumes?" asked a short member of the motorcycle gang.
The purple-skinned fat man grabbed this member and began to devour the member to the horror of the others.
They decided not to pester them out of fear of being the next victm.
"These fellas are Stands that don't got no owners. They're Stands that are their own bosses dig?," answered the slick-backed blonde.
"Why are ya havin' them around? Ya got us! Chief!," said another of the bikers.
"Yer not getting the big picture. We can bully others as much as we want, but the head-honchos ultimately decide the big scenario on how society is run. So there needs to be a big change. Like me, Motley Cruel, in charge.," said the blonde.
"How are ya gonna do that?," asked another of the bikers.
"Don't know. If an opportunity starts a-knockin' we take full advantage- Dig?," replied the blonde.
He then laughed maniacally.
Next Chapter: Deciding One's Path
