ACT 1: STAND PROUD

Chapter 1: The Girl With the Guardian Spirit

CRASH!

Clouds of dust and rubble kicked up from ground where she made landfall, tumbling across the street until finally coming to a stop. She coughed, her chest aching and blood flying from her mouth. She struggled to get back to her feet, glaring defiantly up at her enemy.

"Hahaha! You're still standing, are you?" The Monster declared, his fangs glinting in the moonlight. "My, you're almost as stubborn as the Joestars." He kept his distance from her, arms crossed and looking at her with a condescending sneer.

She took a few breaths to steady herself, and a phantasmal warrior formed at her back. "I...I won't ever stop as long as I breathe, you monster…" She declared, spitting out some more blood that had pooled.

"What do you honestly expect to do?" He mocked, gesturing with his arms. "You know your stand is no match for my own. You can't risk getting within my Stand's Range again either." A sadistic grin crossed his face as he noticed her legs shaking, barely able to support her weight. "You're probably expecting to keep me busy while the others regroup."

She gritted her teeth, and was forced to admit to herself that he was absolutely right. She had no chance to beat him. All she could do was buy time, and hope for the best. She had played her part, and it was up to the survivors now. "Do your worst, you bastard…"

His response was to cackle maniacally, almost gleefully. "You know, you don't have to die here like a dog." He sneered. "Why not join me? Take my gift of eternal life, and serve me." In response, she commanded her Stand to thrust its sword at him. He merely shifted his stance to dodge the attack, and retaliated with a stomach punch from his own Stand, causing her to buckle over. "I suppose I have my answer then. Very well, if you're so impatient to die, than I'll grant your request!" His Stand formed at his side and he held his hands out. "Behold, the end of your Bloodline. Kneel before the might of my Stand, The World!"

As he vanished from her sight, she closed her eyes and braced for the inevitable...her thoughts drifted back to how this all began…

Two Months Ago…

On the outside, 17 Year Old Adora Akiratsuki seemed like your average High School girl. She was born in Tokyo, though she was only half Japanese. Her mother, Angella Grey, was born and raised in England, having migrated to Japan after marrying her father, Micah Akiratsuki. This made Adora somewhat stand out from her classmates. Her hair was naturally long, and a Golden blonde color, though she often wore it up in a ponytail. She stood at about 5'11", taller than a few of her classmates. And while she was currently in her school uniform, she much preferred a less feminine ensemble. Her usual clothes consisted of a Red, short-sleeved jacket over a shirt, Grey jogging pants, and her Red running shoes. For certain, everything about Adora seemed normal. But Adora was far from a normal girl. She had a special power almost nobody even noticed.

As she walked home, she overheard a commotion in a nearby alley, and looked inside. There, she saw a young boy being bullied, and threatened by a group of Delinquents. "Oh, here we go…" She sighed, walking down the alley. "Hey!"

The leader of the Delinquent gang, who had just finished kicking the terrified boy, turned to see her. "Get lost… This is none of your business, babe." He sneered.

"I'm making it my business." Adora told him. "Leave that kid alone."

"Oh, looks like we got a hero." Another of the gang said, as the three began to slowly approach her, trying to intimidate her. Adora, however, barely even blinked. She just glared at them angrily.

"Someone thinks she's brave." The last of the delinquents taunted, pulling out a switchblade. One of the other gang members rested a bat on his shoulder.

"Look, guys...you don't want this." Adora warned them, pulling her hands out of her pockets and making them into fists. "Seriously, you really don't want this. You pick this fight, and you guys are not getting out of this unscathed."

"There's three of us, and one of you." The leader said. Getting right in Adora's face.

"Last chance, this is gonna get nasty." Adora, again, warned them, looking fed up with the situation. The three soon surrounded her and Adora sighed. "Alright then, don't say I didn't warn you." The young boy that the delinquents had been victimizing closed his eyes, worried for Adora. But despite the sounds of combat, not one of the pained voices was her. When he opened his eyes next, the three were beaten down, unconscious and slumped against the wall, and Adora didn't have a scratch on her. She was kneeling down in front of him. "Hey, are you alright, kid?"

"Wha...you beat them all." The boy said, stunned. Adora gave him a look over, and noticed a few of the scrapes and bruises he'd been given. She placed her hand on his shoulder, and he felt the pain begin to melt away. Within moments, he saw all of his injuries were gone! "W-whoa, how did you do that?"

"It's a secret." Adora said, playfully making a shushing gesture. "Run on home kid. These guys will be alright in an hour or so." The boy thanked her, and quickly ran off toward home. Adora smiled as he left. What the boy, and the delinquents, couldn't see was just what exactly beat them so badly, and healed the boy himself. The female spirit floating behind Adora. The figure resembled a female knight wearing a White, sleeveless top, as well as white pants that also covered her feet, trimmed with gold around the knees. A large golden chest plate and shoulder-pads covered the top of the figure's torso. A Red cape flowed behind it, and its skin was radiant gold, just like the hair flowing from its head. Its right hand rested atop a brilliant golden sword, attached to its hip, and its eyes glowed a beautiful white.

Adora did not know the being's name, nor what exactly it was, but she knew what it could do. To her, it was a guardian spirit, which helped her fight, and also possessed the ability to cure anyone it made contact with. It also appeared to be completely invisible to the average person. Whatever it was, while she was initially scared of it, she began to see the benefits of the mysterious Guardian spirit. She soon exited the alleyway and resumed her trip home.

Stand Name:?

User: Adora Akiratsuki

Power – B

Range – C

Precision – A

Speed – B

Duration – A

Potential – B

Adora managed to make it home in a reasonable time. As she opened the door, she was greeted by her younger sister, Glimmer. Glimmer was a fairly short kid, only about 7 years old. She had been born with bright pink hair, and her father's skin tone. She was also an excitable ball of energy. "Welcome home big sis!" Glimmer cheered, immediately hugging her.

"Hey Glim!" Adora replied cheerily, ruffling her sister's hair.

"Welcome home." Angela said, coming into the room. She then raised an eyebrow, looking over Adora. "You got into another fight, didn't you."

Adora blinked, "Wait, how did you-?"

"You've got blood on your face." Angela replied, deadpan, pointing to Adora's cheek.

Adora looked into a small pocket mirror when Glimmer let her go and her eyes widened. "Oh hell! Thanks mom." She said, quickly wiping it away. As she then noticed her mother's disapproving glare, she quickly tried to explain what happened. "I saw some punks beating up a kid. I couldn't just walk away."

"I bet you got em good!" Glimmer cheered.

"Probably a few broken bones… I healed the kid up just fine though." She continued to explain and her mother simply sighed.

"I was worried enough when that spirit manifested. Now you're acting like a local superhero." She groaned. Adora's family were among the few that could see the spirit. Though it was not a very clear image for them, they only saw a blurry outline. The reason for this was strange, yet somewhat simple...the Grey family had a history with the Supernatural. One Hundred years ago, Adora's Great Grandmother, Mara, was a member of an order that fought with a mystical martial art known as 'Hamon.' Mara had traveled with another Englishman named Jonathon Joestar, though the full details of that adventure were never made clear to Adora. All she knew, from what her mother told her, was that Mara was never truly the same afterward. Angela had told Adora how Mara had become a rather grim figure by the time she was in her teenage years, and she had made certain her family had learned Hamon, to protect themselves from the Supernatural threats that hid in the shadows of their world. She died in her bed peacefully, but the specter of whatever occurred on that Journey with Mr. Joestar still haunted her to her final day.

Angela, however, didn't wish such a life on Adora, and refused to instruct her daughter in the ways of Hamon. She'd hoped to keep Adora out of trouble, but that ended up being all for naught when Adora came down with a mysterious fever a few months ago. By the time she recovered, she and her family began to notice the strange spirit hovering around her. While at first afraid, Adora began to realize that the spirit obeyed her every command, and could heal injuries up to a certain point. So she began practicing with the Spirit, discovering all it could do, including the mundane such as helping her clean up her room.

As for the Joestar family, the Akiratsuki family still kept in contact with them. Angela had become good friends with a woman named Holly Kujo, who lived not too far away on the Kujo estate. Adora had never visited it, or Holly, herself, but she did know about Holly's son Jotaro. She'd often see him at school, followed by his legion of adoring fans. Jotaro, or JoJo as people often called him, was a cold, stern delinquent. He was often seen getting in fights, and tended to insult the people around him when he did talk. Despite all that, this giant of a teenager was fawned over by nearly every girl at their school. Though he would always send them off with an angry 'Shut up' or 'You're annoying me.' or even 'Get lost you annoying bitch!' So Adora decided to keep her distance.

As the family was sitting down for dinner, Adora used her Spirit to help set the table. Micah was busy at work as usual, so the three of them were the only ones home. "So, mom. Weren't you supposed to meet Holly today?" She asked.

Angela let out a long sigh. "I was… but she had to deal with Jotaro today." She said, looking rather unhappy.

"What happened?" Glimmer asked, looking up from her seat.

"Jotaro got in a fight. He's in prison." Angela explained, much to Adora's shock.

"How bad was it?" Adora asked, curiously.

"From what I hear he roughed the punks up really bad." Angela replied. "But apparently, Holly says he was refusing to even leave his cell…"

"Jotaro. It's your grandfather. Get out of that cell."

Jotaro looked up from the bed he was laying on, to meet the gaze of his Grandfather Joseph. It had been quite a long time since he last saw his grandfather. 'Of course she called him for help.' He thought to himself, giving an annoyed grunt and approaching the cell bars. "Look, I already said, I'm not coming out. Sorry you had to come all the way from New York for this." He told Joseph, before holding up what the spirit possessing him had retrieved. Joseph's eyes widened as he realized Jotaro had managed to grab the pinky off of his prosthetic hand. "You see what my Evil spirit can do? It's safer for everyone if I stay here." He tossed the finger back to Joseph and laid back down on the bed.

Joseph decided that he needed to prove to Jotaro exactly what he had, so he snapped his fingers. "This is my friend, I met three years ago in Egypt. Avdol." The dark skinned man next to him approached the cells. "Get my grandson to leave this cell."

"Don't even try it." Jotaro grumbled. "You think I'd let someone chase me out of this cell because you told them to do it? In that case I'll just be even more stubborn and want to leave less.

Avdol looked over to Joseph. "I may need to get Violent." Avdol explained to Joseph and Holly, who was very worried for her son's safety. "But soon, he'll be so addled with pain he will be begging to be let out of the cell."

"That's fine." Joseph admitted. When the guards tried to stop them, eh merely told them to shut up. Avdol pressed his fit into one of his palms, and suddenly a spirit of his own manifested. It was a large humanoid figure with an avian head, wreathed in flames.

"What...He's-" Jotaro stammered out.

"Indeed, you see, Avdol has an 'evil spirit' of his own as well!" Joseph declared. "A spirit he can freely control as he desires, and that spirit's name is… Magician's Red!"

Magician's Red unleashed its fire and bound Jotaro against the wall of the cell, increasing the temperature slowly. Jotaro began to feel as if his entire body was on fire, and was completely unable to move. In his rage, he suddenly summoned out his own Spriit, which emerged from his back and gave a war cry, breaking the bonds around his body. It resembled a tall, well-built man of similar proportions to Jotaro, if not more muscular. Its skin varied in hue between purple, blue, green, and small bits of gold. Its face and body also varied in colour. It had long, flowing hair with a darker shade above its eyes and on the bridge of its nose. It was dressed in a loincloth, with gold, rounded shoulder pads, a circular scarf, and an ornate headdress. It also wore black, fingerless gloves, studded along the back.

"There! It has revealed itself!" Joseph stated. "And the fact it is so clearly formed shows it is truly powerful." The Spirit lashed out and grabbed Magician's red by the throat, causing Avdol to feel as though he had been choked.

"I can't believe he's able to manifest it this clearly!" Avdol said in disbelief.

"I'm surprised you have an evil spirit too." Jotaro said, glaring over at his Grandfather. "And Grandfather, the identity of the Evil Spirit?"

"I know it, yes."

Avdol looked over at Joseph. "Mr. Joestar, you asked me to get your grandson out of the cell. I was planning on holding back, but considering its unexpected power, one misstep and we'll be in danger. Shall I stop?" He asked, waiting to see what Joseph wanted to do. "If you insist that I let him out, I'll have to get violent enough to send your grandson to the hospital."

"That's fine. Give it a shot." Joseph replied. As Holly tried to protest, Joseph calmed her down. Avdol quickly used another attack to slam Jotaro against the prison bars, binding him in place. Within seconds, Jotaro found it hard to breathe.

"If the heat is restricting your breathing, your evil spirit will weaken. I shall reveal its identity!" Joseph declared, his eyes never leaving Jotaro. "It may seem like an evil spirit, but it is not. Jotaro! What you believed to be an evil spirit is a powerful vision, created from your own life energy. Because it appears next to you, that vision is called… a Stand!"

Stand Name: Magician's Red

User: Mohammad Avdol

Power – B

Range – C

Precision – C

Speed – B

Duration – B

Potential – C

Later that day, Adora was getting ready for bed. Angela had gotten good news from Holly that her son was out of prison, and even that Holly's father Joseph had come to help. Micah had scolded Adora over the fight earlier, but still commended her for standing up for the boy. She had just turned out the lights and drifted off to a deep sleep.

In her dreams, she found herself in a strange garden. Looking around, she caught sight of a figure in the distance. As she approached the figure, she slowly stopped and tilted her head in confusion. The woman before her resembled old paintings of her great grandmother! "G-great-granny Mara?" Adora stammered in shock.

Mara slowly turned to her and greeted her with a nod. "Adora, my descendant. I am so very sorry...but your life is about to become far more perilous." She told her, ominously.

"What do you mean?" Adora questioned, reaching out for her.

"There is a great evil stirring somewhere in the world. Your stand has awakened in response." Mara told her. "The very evil I fought alongside Jonathon Joestar. A Devil wearing the skin of a man." Adora was about to respond, but Mara continued. "DIO. A nigh immortal, vampiric fiend. He has survived his last battle with Jonathon, by stealing his body."

"This is all insane…" Adora said, sitting down in the flowers. "This is the weirdest dream…"

"This is no ordinary dream, Adora." Mara told her firmly. "My spirit has come to you in your sleep to deliver this warning. Tomorrow, you will encounter one who serves DIO at your school. What you do next...is your own choice." The area around her began to fade into a white light. "Find Jotaro Kujo...things will become clear then."

BEEP BEEP BEEP

Adora sprung up quickly from her sleep, drenched in a cold sweat. She looked around, realizing morning had come. She slowly climbed out of her bed and stumbled to the mirror, looking at herself. Was it all a dream? Why could she remember Mara's warning so well. As her Spirit, her 'Stand' as Mara had called it, appeared behind her, she rubbed her eyes and decided to get ready for school. She'd see how the day played out. If this DIO did indeed make a move, then she'd decide where to go from there. She prayed in her heart it was only a dream...but something about the name, DIO, caused a chill to run down her spine. Something about it made her blood run cold.

It was as though deep down in her blood...she knew the terror that came with that name, and that her bloodline was tied to it...

- To Be Continued

Now that I have finally finished Stardust Crusaders, I can finally post this weird idea I've been kicking around with help from GunnofSpades!

This will be a strange one for sure, but I have high hopes for this story and hope you all enjoy. This was partially inspired by the fangame "The seventh Stand User" and my own slowly growing love for Jojo. Adora's last name is a very rough translation of "Bright Moon," very rough because I'm not japanese. As for names, I'll be mostly using the original stand and character names, but there will be a few translated names, mostly Avdol rather than Abdul.

Not much else to say, feel free to let me know how you all feel about this idea. this will also be one of my darker stories due to the content of the source material.

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