'Such lovely architecture, this distract has" these are the thoughts of one young man. In the historical distract of Vaile, was a large fountain made of stone. It was not as large as the one in his grandfather's home, but it was just as beautiful. It even had the some ducks that swim around it.

And sitting on the base of this great fountain was the one who thought this thought. He was around five foot twelve inches. He black hair that touched his shoulders are tied in a pony tail with a light blue hair ribbon with a bird feather. The tip of his pony tail was bleached blonde. This lover of buildings is wearing a dark blue silk jacket with a black turtle neck sweater and fingerless gloves of the same silk of the jacket.

In one hand, was one of his favorite romances novels, "Ninjas of love." he can't help but feel bad for the book. Everyone thinks it some junk read from some second hand adult entertainment store. But instead, I was like reading Romeo and Juliet but with a happy ending unlike the great tragedy. And in his other, was paper cup of lavender tea.

He took a sip of his tea and closed his book. Before he got up from his sitting position, The reader wanted to get one last look of the old distract. 'What secrets does this old stone hold, I wonder?' He thought to himself once again, 'what was I here again?' He closed his eye to help find his answer.

*flash back start*

Inside a small mansion's garden were three men, a cat, a chess table, and a heated battle of wits. One man was a butler in his mid fifty's who watch from the sides with his masters pet cat, a short haired gray cat name Cole who was looking from player to player. The second one was the building lover with a intense look on his face. And finally, his opponent. This man was much older the youth. He had short black curly hair and a small black mustache with lightly tanned skin. This chess rival is donning a white suit with a red vest underneath and a green bow tie. On top of his curly hair was a top hat with a black and white diamond pattern. He just simply move his knight peace forward. "Check." Is what he said with a small smile. The youth never left his eyes drift from the board. Finally, he pick up his bishop and moved it to the left. "Such a risky movement you did here Oryan. Are you sure you want to play this?" his opponent spoke. The youth, now named Oryan, looked up and met his eyes for the first time since beginning of the game. "Its called a educated guess, grandfather." He said to his opponent that is now his grandfather "one must bet something to gain his victory, or else he will not fine what he is looking for in life and he will never conquer his fear of the unknown."

His grandfather can't help but laugh at this. "you can become a great philosopher one day. But until then..." He moved his own rook in front of Oryan's bishop "Check" his grandfather said once again. Oryan just fell out of his seat and onto his hands and knees. "I can neverwin here, can I?" He said with a gloomy way. "Better luck next time, grandson." His grandfather said as he got up from his seat. Oryan finally pulled himself back together and brushed of the dirt on his legs. "But grandfather, you never called me to the garden just to play a game here, did you?" He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "Yes, I wanted to talk to you about your trip to Vale."

Damn it, grandfather...

Oryan turned his back to his grandfather."I have already packed my bags and was about to perches my ticket until you called me away." He said with in a calm but angered voice. "And you can't change my mi-" as Oryan was turning to face his grandfather, but was stop as his grandfather held a envelop in his hand. "I vary well know that, grandson." he started. "And it took me a long time to admit this, but you are a man now and you said it yourself that a man must make his own path with your own hands. So please let at least give you a proper start." He gave the envelop to Oryan, who took with a questioning look on his face.

When he opened the envelop, his face lit in both happiness and shock. For within in was a airplane ticket to Vale. "Grandfather I... wha-" Oryan was struggling on what to say he was this happy. "Thank Jonah for this." His grandfather stated. He looked up from the ticket after making that statement. "JoJo did this?" "And he wanted me to inform you that he'll be waiting for you and the others when you get there." His friends will be there as well? That might explain why his little brother is not here. But that didn't matter now, He had to get going right! "Thank you grandfather! I will never forget this!" He yelled while running to get his belongings. "Oryan!" He yelled back at him. He stop and turned around to see him with a intense look on him. "NOT. A. SINGLE. DROP." Oryan knew what he is talking about right away and nod his head before running back to grab his gear.

*flash back end*

'Ah yes, now I remember.' He thought as was walking down the street while still drinking his tea to meet JoJo at this hotel that his friend was fitting the bill. Even as Oryan walked, he knew why he had gotten the ticket from his best friend and rival. Ever since they first met they been fighting. They always try and one-up each other just for the hell of it. And now that this tournament is coming along, he can show just how much he had trained and show him his new 'technique.'

"You lost, pal?" Oryan was snapped out of his thoughts to see who called him. In his path to his friend was a man in a black suit with a red tie. He is wearing a some hat and sunglasses with red lenses to cover his eye color. He had a smudge look on his face, Like he knows something Oryan didn't. "Perhaps my 'friends can help" as this stranger said that, men emerged from the nearby allies. They all wore the same black suits and all of them are armed with melee weapons and a few had guns. The one who had called him pulled out what seemed like a SMG. Oryan turned his head around to see that he was surrounded by them. "As of matter of fact" he started in a calm matter while taking another sip of his tea, "if you gentlemen a tell me a faster route to the Havana hotel, I'd be much obliged." Some of these 'gentlemen' snickered at his problem. "pal, do you even know what is happening now?" "Can't say I do." "YOUR BEING MUGGED!" He looked over his left to see a little boy standing in the ally way.

"A mugging?" he started by terribly faking his shock "moma mia! you poor men" the thugs now have face of confusion on there faces "you all spent all you money on all that nice clothing and pretty toys, oh what shall you ever do." he finished by placing his hand on his cheek. The one with the SMG, who Oryan thinks is the leader here, got mad by his insult. "Why you mother... Don't just stand there, GET HIM!" On his command they started to close in on there new victim. "Halt!" Oryan order in a commanding tone and all stopped, with yet another confusing look upon them. Oryan walked to this little boy who was a little scared for him. he bent down to his level and handed him his tea. "Please hold on to this and don't spill it." He nodded in response. He then walked back to the center of the mob and put up a fighting stance and with a look that can kill. "You may begin"

Two of them from the back try a strike him from behind and end it quickly. But both were met with his elbow to there faces. while falling to the ground, Oryan grabbed one of there hat and throw it at the thugs in front of him. Normally, throwing a hat at ones face can never cause a broken nose much less a knocking out teeth. But this was far different. As the hat was thrown, it was glowing by some strange way non of them can understand. This man felt like a brick was thrown at him and was seeing double. With amazing speed, Oryan was already in front of his hat victim to deliver his knee into his face. Another one of them try and cleave him in half and he swing with a machete horizontally. Bur narrowly duck underneath the swing and gave one of his own and tripped him with his legs. Before he even fell to the ground, Oryan grabbed his feet and began spin with him around like top. knocking anyone away that comes near them. By the end of the spinning, he let him go and sent him fling from the fray. They are all in fear and shock, is he some kind of hunter? "RUSH HIM! HE'S ONLY ONE GUY!" And on that note, they all ran at him.

As for the one with the SMG, he can't believe his eyes. How can one man be taking out a entire gang with ease? And what the hell is that light that was coming from him? Is this some kind of dust power he have? "Look like your next." He was snapped back to reality when there 'hunted became hunter' was standing among the battered and broken gang. He was panicking, he didn't want was what serving. His gaze landed on the young lad who was holding his tea. The look on his face was astounding as he looked at the carnage Oryan had made. But he still held vast to his tea. He rushed to the boy and grabbed his shoulder and point his SMG at his head.

"S-STAY WHERE YOU ARE!" he yelled to him. He stopped but did not let his killer look falter. "I'LL BLOW THIS BRAT'S HEAD OFF YOU TRY ANYTHING!" Oryan's gaze did not left his eyes. "Look at you." He simply stated to him, while placing his hands together in front of him. "Such a mighty goon is now forced to hold a child hostage for protection, How funny." And pulled his hand apart and threw something at him and he open fire. But the most strangest thing happened. The boy flinched, but is not dead. Both are just as confused. The lad pulled from his grip and ran away, but still had his tea. The goon leader was still trying understand what just happened. He left eye contact and looked at his gun and saw that...

A bubble was covering its barrel

"What is..." was all that he can say at this point. "My special technique" Oryan clamed. He looked up to see him still standing there but with bubbles around his hands. "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU!" He hollered at him. Oryan bent his knees and crossed his arms over his chest. "My name is Oryan Zeppeli" and with a his might, He jumped what looked like a full story. "AND I WILL BE THE ONE TO DELIVER JUSTICE!" And before he knew it, Zeppeli shot his arms out and with it came a large storm of bubbles. This thug was too shocked to even moved and was hit with full force of what felt like small cannon ball to him and was lifted up from the ground and flew down the street, out like a light.

This lad jaw hung open at such a display of power that he never saw before. Before he knew it. Oryan landed right in front of him, startling him but held on to his tea like his life depended on it. For all he knows, it may vary well. But he bent down and took his tea from the shocked boy. "Thank you, young man." He said while he took a sip of his drink and began to walk away.

And not a single drop was spilt that day