Hey, here is the next and final chapter of Jojo's Bizarre Adventure: Lonely War. It was fun typing this fic and I hope you enjoyed reading it. Please tell me what you think and follow me in part two of this adventure starring John's son.

Chapter 39: Heading Home

The trio stood there, looking at the diamond statue that was once Creedence Clearwater. Blood ran from his eyes and mouth, fixed in the haunting look of confusion and fear that had permeated his final moments. Kite looked at him standing a few feet from him and then touched the stature, feeling it and looked at the others.

"He's gone, for good," Kite declared proudly. Then he collapsed to the ground in exhaustion, shortly followed by the others. Lying in the swaying grass, they all remained still for a moment, processing the memory of what they had all gone through these last few months and the friends that were no longer with them.

Suddenly the light from the setting sun washed over them, blinding them for a brief moment. When their eyes adjusted, their expressions shifted into awe at the sight of golden clouds hanging above them. In the glow, Doc was playing his guitar for them, Keith tipping his hat, and Franky running a hand through his hair. They all looked down at the tired trio with soft smiles, then faded into the heavens while the trio watched with smiles of their own. Sadness was still in their hearts, but it had somehow become easier to bear.

"Well, at least we know it's all over and they can rest in peace," John said, still looking up at the sky.

"Yeah, that's true. Now we can head ho..." Kite trailed off. The other two turned to look at him, confused at his sudden silence. "Did we ever find that Stand user that was attached to Burmingham?"

A sudden cry came from the bushes behind them. Their eyes widened, and the trio turned their heads to see the young aid looking at them in terror. John slowly stood up, rolled his shoulders, and locked eyes with the boy.

"I'm sure I could take him out without even using my Stand," John said, cracking his knuckles and walking towards the boy, who was pouring sweat at this point. His wide eyes watched John like a deer in headlights, until he was glaring down at the kid in front of him. "You have till three to release her Stand and get out of my sight."

The boy yelped and ran off. A glow surrounded Birmingham for a brief moment before fading away. The trio let out a relieved sigh, then John fell onto his ass and gazed back up at the early night sky.

"I'm glad he didn't call my bluff, I'm so tired," John said. Kite snorted and Mary smiled with them, though her focus soon wandered away. Her eyes moved along the grass until they landed on the pile of coal.

"Me too, but I need to do something first," she said, slowly making her way to the pile. She looked down at it with a sigh, then sent Burmingham to return the pile to its former state; Franky's body, exactly as they remembered it.

"We should find the other two and make sure they're ready to be sent home," Kite said, forcing himself up. With one last look at the sky, John joined them, and the three walked towards the mansion with the goal to collect their friends.

A helicopter from the Speedwagon Foundation took off from a grassy hill near the city. Kite, John, and Mary watched it carry away their friends, back to a safe place in Chicago. Once it was out of sight, Kite looked through a newspaper, furrowing his brow at yesterday's reports. Seeing that six hundred people had lost their lives throughout the city was hard for him to look at, and he hung his head in silent respect.

"Creedence, he did so much to this town and it's people," Kite said, looking from the paper to the city. A low sigh escaped his lips. "And yet, he will be seen as a hero that vanished without a trace."

"Yeah, but the Speedwagon Foundation is putting him in a vault with the remnants of something called Santana," John piped in, looking at the city that they had journeyed to find, that they had fought in to save their country.

Mary stood beside them, her heart felt heavy at the thought that the others could have remained alive, if only she hadn't asked them for help. Yet she also knew that without them, she would have been caught and Creedence would have won.

"So, what do you two plan on doing now that we have survived this quest?" she asked, turning to look at them. In turn, they glanced at each other. With some silent signal, John was the first to answer.

"I think I'll head home and join the army," John said, drawing confused looks from the two. "I feel I could do more with my Stand and experience. I'd like to stop more pain, and try to save as many soldiers as I can in that war."

"Sounds cool. I think you would help a lot," Kite said with a smile, giving John a pat on the back. "I can take you back to Chicago, since I'm heading there to make sure the others get a proper burial."

"And after that? What do you plan on doing with your life, Kite?" John asked. Kite didn't answer immediately, instead turning to look back at San Diego with a deep sigh.

"Then I'm heading to Hollywood to become a director," Kite said, looking up from the city to the sky. "I think I'll make a movie based on our quest. Then the story of Doc, Keith, and Franky will live on for people in the future to see their sacrifice."

John nodded his approval, then turned questioningly to Mary. Now the focus of the conversation, she looked away nervously, not wanting to say what she knew to be true.

"I'm staying here for now, finishing up paperwork and such. Then I'll head back to DC," Mary said with a sad smile. Kite nodded and offered her a handshake, only for John to pull the three into a farewell hug. None of them protested.

Having said their goodbyes, the duo left for the van they'd driven in throughout their journey. As they headed off towards Route 66, Mary smiled wide and waved them off, even while tears formed in her eyes. Her hands slowly fell to her stomach, but she continued watching her friends until they'd driven out of sight.

Back in Chicago, John and Kite looked at the three graves that held the fellow members of the Rabbit Hole. Doc's tombstone had a guitar carved on it, Keith's had a pair of revolvers crossing, and Franky's had a door. Each was inscribed with a special epitaph: "Here lie true heroes, fighting to the end for something they believed. They will be missed."

"These were my brothers," Kite said. John looked up at him, but his watery eyes were still fixed on the graves. "Having them around brought me happiness, more than I'd ever felt before them. They let me be myself, followed me anywhere, gave me a purpose."

"Well, I know for a fact you made them happy too," John responded, looking back at the graves for some of the only friends he'd ever had. "They showed me what being a friend means, and broke me out of this shell I'd put around myself. I was fighting for a reason, and it made me realize how much I want to help people."

"Yeah, I guess they brought out the best in both of us. More than any of their Stands, that was their real power," Kite said. The tears escaped from his eyes and began to run down his cheeks, but he still smiled with fondness.

After a few minutes, John pulled out a pack of cigarettes, opened it, and plucked two of them out.

"What are you doing?" Kite asked, watching him place the pack on Franky's tombstone.

"Having one in his honor," John said, using the lighter before offering it and the second cigarette to Kite. He smiled and accepted the offer, joining John in their special toast to their friend. Taking deep drags, the two coughed a little from lack of practice before holding out the cigarettes in front of them.

"So, when do you think you'll be leaving?" Kite asked, looking at John and taking another hit of his cigarette.

"In a few days, heading to basic training and then off to the war," John replied, taking another drag of his own. He turned to look at Kite, holding his hand. Kite smiled broadly and accepted, the two sharing a firm handshake.

"Good luck, and make sure to bring as many of them as you can back to their families. I think we've both seen enough for one lifetime."

John nodded, and together the two finished their cigarettes. They turned away from the graveyard and began to head their separate ways, each with a brighter future than ever before after the end to a long quest.

Kite went on to become a famous Scene Writer and Director with his breakout film, "The Lost Heroes." It went on to break records in the box office and receive several Oscar nominations, even winning Best Picture. After all his success, Kite still keeps a picture of himself and the others in front of the Rabbit Hole Theatre, which he eventually turned into a rec center for troubled youths. Plaques on the door commemorate the friends he's lost in the past, so that he would never allow himself to forget them.

Mary went on to become a high level member of the CIA, frequently working with the Speedwagon Foundation. She checks on the body of Creedence Clearwater once a month to make sure nothing happens to it, and has a personal mission to maintain secrecy about the events of San Diego. To that end, she took it upon herself to make a list of Stand Users in the United States, hoping to keep up with any possible threats to the nation like the one posed by Creedence Clearwater.

John went on to join the Marines after basic training. Thanks to his Stand and the experience he gained on his journey with the Rabbit Hole, he cleared hell week with ease. He went on to have nearly fifty missions throughout his two years in the force, publicly saving several fellow soldiers. Some swear that he did far more, and that the enemy could never hit them while John was around, but nobody could ever confirm it.

After retiring from the military, John headed into business and became a high end realtor living in Denver. After meeting his wife in the military, they had a son in 1968, who he named Joey Kite Jonas. His birth was the happiest moment of John's life. The family lives very comfortably, with John even working alongside Joseph Joestar's company a few times. He enjoyed being around the lively older gentleman, though they didn't become very close.

John remembers his time with the Rabbit Hole fondly, and even has a copy of the photo Kite took of them together. On the anniversary of their final battle, Kite, John, and Mary all reunite at the cemetery where they talk about times past and enjoy a few drinks. Still, the event is always tinged with the sorrow of losing the ones close to them. At the end of the night, they say their goodbyes and head back to their happy homes, armed with fresh memories of the friends they still had.

But the quiet that John enjoyed would never last. For when his son turned 16, he got into his own adventure that changed everything John knew. But that's a tale for another day.

The End.

That is it for this chapter and the last of the fic, I hope you enjoyed reading it and please tell me what you think. Part two of this saga will start next year in January. Thanks for reading .