Euphoria: I'm not entirely sure the Necromancer would appear, he'd throw a wrench into the plot DJH and I have planned. At most, he'd probably have a minor cameo.
Spaghetti sauce: I'm quite excited for this too! It's going to be pretty fun!
dumpstertrashfire123: Kaaaaaarl! To answer your question, DJH came up with most of the general plot, and he has added quite a bit of detail into the chapters. He also has control over how his characters are represented.
Kosaku Valentine: I miss Llamas with Hats. I'm glad you enjoy the crossover so far!
*BANG!*
*BANG!*
*BANG!*
"STOP FUCKING DODGING!" Magenta Magenta screamed in frustration, his expression one of rage and anger as he fired his pistol in a feral, beast-like rage. The bullets fired started to bounce off the ground as his accuracy continued to get worse, allowing the purplette to dodge a majority of them without even having to use her Quirk for assistance.
Those that did come near her enough for them to be considered a threat, Kyoka used a combination of her sound blasts and the grappling hook she had to stay out of his line of fire. As a result, the ill-mannered user of 20th Century Boy festered in anger, his expression continuing to twist into a feral rage.
"STOP DODGING, YOU PIECE OF SHIT!" Magenta Magenta screamed, firing another volley of bullets that Kyoka dodged with extreme ease, a smirk taking up her expression, further taunting the Stand User.
Kyoka had never felt more alive when fighting someone. Making someone as petty as Magenta Magenta as furious as this was comforting. The man-child was getting desperate, and to that extent, Kyoka couldn't help but continue making him look like an idiot
Call it bullying, but the guy almost killed her in the past, so in that regard, she deserved this. Dodging yet another volley of bullets, Kyoka continued to dodge, her smirk increasing in size as each bullet passed her.
'I guess...at the end of the day, this guy is just a cowardly bully. As soon as he loses power over you, he's a whiny little bitch. It's almost sad.' The purplette thought to herself. She let a small laugh escape her lips, though she covered her mouth in the process, which seemed to piss the man-child off even more somehow. 'How was I ever afraid of this guy?'
Gyro, upon seeing that she could more than handle herself against this opponent, decided to head back towards the others at her request. This was Kyoka's fight, after all.
Kyoka ducked into an alleyway, avoiding a volley of bullets. An angry shout came from the irate Stand User, which yet again caused her to chuckle, though this time it was only in her head. She let out a sigh before glancing at her right wrists amplifier, a small smile stretching onto her face.
It was no secret that in terms of power scaling, Stands were superior to Quirks—that much was a given. She had begun her journey believing her earphone jacks were weak and useless, over the course of her first year at U.A., she had taught herself that underestimating herself, as well as her power, would cause those who were like Magenta Magenta and Susan to trample all over her.
People like them preyed on the weak and used their victim's downfalls as an ego boost. However, while past Kyoka would've easily fallen to their manipulations and taunts, current Kyoka knew better than that.
Even so, she understood her limits.
Her Quirk, while definitely strong, was no Stand. If she was going to fight side-by-side with people like Johnny and Gyro, she would have to evolve, not literally, but metaphorically.
And that was why her wrist amplifiers did a little more than just weaponize her heartbeat. As the saying goes: The most unassuming weapons are the most deadly.
Her wrist amplifiers were painted black, with a small pink diamond in the center of them—yet another tribute to how amazing her mentor, Higashikata Josuke, is. And while the pink diamond was unassuming and looked like a simple motif, it was, in reality, a button. Kyoka pressed the diamond-like button, and a small wheel of gun barrels emerged, wrapping around her amplifier like something you'd see in a spy movie.
Kyoka levelled her arm towards a nearby building and put her thumb on a small button on the side of the amplifier. This was the trigger that allowed the guns to fire.
*pew!*
A small, easily missable projectile fired from the barrel faster than the human eye could track and embedded itself in the wall across from her. When it stuck in the desired location, Kyoka grinned as a plan began to form in her mind.
If she went with a frontal assault, he would just hide behind his 20th Century Boy like the cowardly piece of shit he was. However, Kyoka knew one thing about him that she could use against him, and he had been demonstrating that very weakness she planned to weaponize.
His anger.
The projectiles were miniature speakers that were connected to the Bluetooth feature in Kyoka's headset which allowed her to deceive others by throwing her voice out in different places.
It was the perfect way to use stealth and sabotage in combat, and it especially worked wonders with her style of fighting. With a smirk on her face, she tapped the right ear of her headphones and spoke into it, and as soon as she did, the speaker picked up the audio and projected it.
"Hey! One-eyed Willy! You mind telling me what brand of perfume you use?" Kyoka quipped from the speaker across the street. "I need to start getting more in touch with my femininity!"
At this, Magenta Magenta whipped around, looking for the direction from which the voice came from, grabbed his rifle, and aimed it at the area where the voice came from, then shouted in anger.
"FUCK YOU!" Magenta screamed, going to fire his gun, only to pause. She wasn't there? 'How the fuck did she do that?' Magenta Magenta thought, narrowing his eyes. "I thought you were over there! What the fuck are you planning?" the man-child spat, a slight tinge of confidence creeping over him.
He knew that her Quirk wasn't auditory misdirection, it was those stupid earphone jacks. However, at that realization, that panic he was feeling before crept over him once more. "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU PLANNING?!"
"Not too bright, are you?" Kyoka's voice came from above, her amused smirk evident in her tone. This only served to piss him off and confuse him more.
"WHAT?!" Magenta kneeled, activating 20th Century Boy to avoid the attack from above...only to realize that Kyoka wasn't anywhere near him.
"Pfft-Hahahahaa! And you called me a scared little mouse?! What a joke!"
Magenta Magenta growled in anger, annoyance on his face. This girl...someone who used to be nothing but an ant to him, was making a fool out of him. "You're misdirecting me with your voice, somehow..."
'How is she doing this? This isn't her quirk, this isn't her quirk at all!' The assassin thought to himself, his eye scanning the streets of Morioh, searching for a glimpse of purple to shoot at. 'How is she doing this… there has to be some trick that she's using…. Unless…? No, that's not possible, why would I think something as stupid as that?"
Magenta Magenta's one eye widened in rage when the Jeopardy theme began playing from all sides. 'SPEAKERS! SHE'S USING SPEAKERS AND USING THEM TO TAUNT ME! THAT BITCH' And as Magenta Magenta thought that, he stood up out of sheer anger.
"YOU BITCH! DID YOU FORGET WHO YOU'RE DEALING WITH?! DO YOU THINK THIS IS ALL A GAME?! I'LL KILL-"
*STOMP!*
At That moment, when he stood up, Kyoka had descended on him from above, and both of her boots slammed into her enemy's face. She performed a somersault once she hit the ground, and fired a blast from the bottom of her boots, propelling herself out of the assassin's range before he could even get up.
Magenta felt a warm substance run down his face and grimaced. That attack had reopened the scar over his busted eye.
'She already took my jacket, I refuse to let her take my dignity!' Magenta Magenta continued to think, although he had calmed himself. His one eye twitched from left to right, scanning the area around the two. 'I was an assassin for DIO Brando, and then for Funny Valentine! The President of the United States considered my talents to be worth his time... Some hero-wannabe isn't even capable of defeating a man like me, no matter how much she's grown!' After reaffirming his superiority, Magenta simply knelt, reactivating his invincibility. 'If she's going to play this game, I can outlast her. Once she gets bored and stands around, waiting for an opening and drops her guard, I'll take her out. Bitch thinks she's smart. HA! Think again little mouse. I've won!'
Several minutes went by as Magenta Magenta sat there, his 20th Century Boy active during the entire time, and from atop one of the residential buildings, Kyoka's face dropped to boredom. Just as Magenta Magenta had planned.
"So...you're just going to sit there?" Kyoka asked through one of her speakers.
"Yep."
"You're not going to attack at all?"
"Not until you do."
"You do know I was just protecting my friends, right? Now that they're gone, I could just leave."
"Didn't you want to prove yourself against me?" Magenta taunted. The man scoffed, pulling into his bag of insults and picking out the one he knew would irk her. "Well, it would only make sense, a scared little mouse like you would run away." 'That's right, now come and try and finish me off, bitch, I know you will. Insulting anyone's pride will make them angry.'
But the attack never came. And when it didn't, a cloud of confusion found itself in Magenta Magenta's thoughts. 'Huh? Did she actually…. No. She's smarter than that, I might be insulting her just to piss her off, but she's clearly changed. This version of the little mouse wouldn't actually—'
Suddenly, the ground under Magenta Magenta began to tremble, and he lost his footing, falling on his ass. Magenta tried to get back into a kneeling position, but a wave of sound washed over him, causing immense pain to his head and ears.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUGGGGHHHHHH!" Magenta tried to plug his ears, but the sheer force of the attack alone was pushing his whole body backwards. After struggling for a few more seconds, the assassin's foot slipped.
The sound of a body made of flesh and bone slamming into the concrete, and being dragged across it, was unmistakable.
Kyoka emerged from the shadows, removing a jack from her amplifier, and warily eyed the assassin, unsure if he was still conscious.
She had her answer when a bullet went straight into her side. Kyoka cried out in pain and bit her tongue. Luckily, the leather strap that held her sword had taken the bullet first, which was by design, but it had still pierced her flesh, almost cutting through her muscle. Thankfully, the leather took most of the blow.
Another shot rang out, and Kyoka lept out of the way, but the second bullet went through her shoulder, this time going straight through it, and with no leather to block the attack, she winced in pain, though bit back any urge to scream. The purplette grimaced and managed to get out of the way of the other shots, taking cover behind one of the houses.
'Ow... that fucking hurts… shit…. I'll be fine once I find Josuke, so I have to tough it out for now,' Kyoka thought as she examined her wounds. As she did, however, her earphone jacks picked up the rumbling of footsteps approaching her, quickening in a mad charge.
'Maybe I pissed him off a little too much…. Damnit.'
"Why isn't she back yet?" Johnny muttered to himself as he paced around the room, his face morphed into a worried scowl. Kyoka should've been back by now… maybe he should've stayed behind to help her with Magenta Magenta? No. This was her battle. But if push came to shove…. "If she dies on me now, I swear to God I will drag her down from Heaven and slap her."
"Ahhh, the ramblings of a worried boyfriend." Gyro mused, grinning as he sat on one of the curbs, his legs folded in a criss-cross pattern. "You really love her, huh?"
"More than anything...but I also have faith in her." Johnny sat down
"So, uh...you and Jirou...how did that happen?" Josefumi asked, the purple pompadour-haired teen taking a bite out of an apple that he got from a nearby fruit vendor. They were currently holed up at OWSON, the grocery store next to the ghost alleyway that had been abandoned for quite some time.
"It's...quite a story," Johnny replied, crossing his arms as he leaned against the wall. "We were rivals, then we became best friends. After that, went from best friends to pining for each other, and one dead mom later, she's my soulmate."
"...huh?" Josefumi said, tilting his head as confusion drew over his face. "That… has to be the most nonsensical thing I've ever heard," Josefumi said as Johnny huffed in amusement.
"As I said, it's quite a story." Johnny stopped leaning against the wall and continued to pace. Izuku, who had been sitting next to Gyro, was tired of seeing Johnny worry. The green-haired boy grabbed his childhood friend and held him steady.
"Breathe, JoJo. Kyoka's going to be fine, she's handled much worse than him. I'd actually be more worried for Magenta Magenta." The boy said, a small smile on his face as Johnny scoffed, a small smirk emerging after the fact.
"Yare yare daze..." Johnny muttered, shaking his head. "As if I would ever be worried for that pompous peacock." Johnny retorted. "I hope she makes that bastard hurt."
"Emphasis on pea'cock!'" Gyro replied, a large smirk on his face. When both Izuku and Johnny gave him a deadpanned stare, Gyro started to laugh to himself. "Get it? Cause the guy's a dick? Cock?"
"Yes Gyro, we get it," Johnny said, waving his partner off. "You're a comedic genius, a comic to put all others to shame," Johnny deadpanned.
"Nyo Ho! Thanks, Johnny!"
"Does… does he not understand sarcasm? Johnny was laying it on pretty thick there." Josefumi whispered to Izuku, who chuckled.
"I'm pretty sure he just ignores it."
Without warning, Josuke came barging into their side of OWSON and grabbed Johnny by the shoulder. "Excuse me...I need to borrow my nephew for a few seconds."
"Sure," Josefumi replied, watching as Josuke smiled, nodded, then dragged Johnny away, a bit of concern and confusion in his expression and overall demeanour.
Johnny raised an eyebrow, taking notice of Josuke's grim expression as they both moved to a different part of the store. "What's wrong? Is this about Kyoka?"
"No, she's gonna kick that purple bastard's ass. This is about Kira."
Johnny narrowed his eyes, suspicion in his expression. "Did she do something shady?"
"No...she had her pinstripe jacket off, and I got a look at her neck..." Josuke's grimace increased as he sighed. "Johnny… you're not going to believe this… I mean, I even had to rub my eyes a couple of times just to make sure I wasn't seeing things—"
"Yeah, yeah, get on with it. What is it Uncle Josuke?" Johnny asked, a bit more alarm in his voice as Josuke let out a shaky sigh.
"Kira… she's a Joestar."
There was a moment of silence between the two as Johnny's mind raced a mile a minute. 'No… that's not possible. She's…' shaking his head, he verbally responded to the older man.
"Hold up... a Joestar?! She had the birthmark?!" Johnny's green eyes went wide with shock. "H-Holy shit… a Kira with Joestar blood… how does that even make sense. Uncle, are you sure you're not mistaking it for something else, like a tattoo or something?" Johnny asked, disbelief in his tone as Josuke shook his head.
"There was no mistaking it. It was the birthmark, no doubt about it." Josuke took out his comb and began straightening out his pompadour, something he always did when he was stressed, even though his hair was often immaculate. "I don't know how the Joestar family would end up getting involved with the Kiras, but...she is a Joestar."
"I guess that would explain why I don't get any murderous vibes from her," Johnny replied, his hands on his hips. "There's something off, I can feel it, but with the blood of our ancestors running through her veins, I don't think she's like Yoshikage Kira at all."
"She has a few things in common with him, like that distant, vague way of speaking, but she isn't murderous," Josuke said, clearing his throat as he put his comb into one of his pockets.
"We should still watch her," Johnny replied, collecting himself as Josuke nodded.
"Agreed. There's still something odd about her demeanour, something unsettling." Josuke agreed. "Have you texted your father? Can he help us?" The man asked as Johnny shook his head.
"He said that he and my sister are dealing with their own set of problems. Apparently, there's a bit of a brawl going on in Musutafu."
"Damn," Josuke said, pressing his lips together in disappointment. "Jotaro would've made this ten times easier."
"Did you just say Jotaro? As in Jotaro Kujo?!" The two Joestars turned to see that Josefumi had joined them. "Sorry, I was looking for the bathroom and couldn't help but overhear that part. Jotaro Kujo is your father?!"
"Yeah."
Josefumi looked stunned. "This universe is crazy...is Jolyne Kujo still his daughter?"
"Yeah, she's my big sister," Johnny responded.
"She's my great-grandmother."
Johnny and Josefumi just stared at each other with dumbstruck expressions, while Josuke couldn't help but notice that Yoshihara was listening in on the conversation from one of the other aisles. Her eyes glanced over to him, narrowing as they did so. There was something to her that Josuke just didn't think felt right.
'I know she's probably just curious... but the way she stares at us just reminds me of him.' Josuke thought to himself. He remembered looking directly into Yoshikage's eyes all those years ago, those soulless blue orbs that held nothing but malice, nothing but the intent to kill.
And while Yoshihara's eyes didn't convey the same murderous inclination as his old nemesis did with his, they were still cold, calculating, and practically unreadable. It was almost as if… as if Yoshihara was an alternate version of Yoshikage… if he hadn't dipped his hand in Reimei's blood.
But if that had been the case, how was she a Joestar? Who in the Joestar bloodline fell in love with a Kira to have a child with one of them?
And those calculating eyes… that was something that could also be attributed to Jotaro, and he knew that beneath the UA teacher's tough and aloof demeanour there was a good man that was trying his best.
Josuke was not a judgemental person unless you gave him a reason. He didn't want to judge Yoshihara simply because she was related to his late enemy... well an alternate version of him anyway. He would only make a judgement on people based on their actions.
So far, Yoshihara had proven that she was at least a decent human being, albeit one with flaws.
'I don't like feeling suspicious like this... I want to give her the benefit of the doubt. I guess I should try and find out a little more about her, so I can put my fears to rest. After all, she has Joestar blood, so in a weird sense...she's family?'
Kyoka grunted as Magenta Magenta's fist made contact with her cheek, but had one of her jacks wrapped tightly around the assassin's gun arm.
Magenta Magenta cocked back his fist again, but Kyoka's other jack inserted itself into his hand, the pulse triggering a pressure point. His hand relaxed, and he ended up half-heartedly hitting Kyoka with the back of his palm.
Kyoka grabbed his shirt and drove her knee into his stomach, and got around him from behind to throw her arm around his neck. Magenta Magenta gagged as Kyoka began choking him out.
Hero and assassin both struggled, one to keep their grip, and the other in a vain attempt to shake it. Kyoka continued putting all of her jack's strength into restraining Magenta's gun hand, and all of her arm's into keeping him from breathing.
Her legs were positioned right behind his, her knees preventing him from kneeling. Magenta Magenta attempted to throw her over his shoulder but found it to be surprisingly difficult. This lightweight high school girl was actually going to choke him to death.
'No! There is not a fucking chance she'll kill me! She's a hero in training! They're trained not to kill!' Magenta Magenta thought panic in his eyes and thoughts.
"You...won't...kill...me..." Magenta wheezed out.
"You don't know what I'm willing to do." Came the surprisingly cold reply. "Who knows how many innocent people you've killed? You must have popped a lot of people for DIO, and you don't seem to have valued their lives, or anyone else's life for that matter... so why should I value yours?" Kyoka's eyes held nothing but contempt.
And for the first time, Magenta Magenta felt true fear.
'HOLY SHIT! SHE'S ACTUALLY GOING TO KILL ME! FUCK! OH FUCK! PLEASE, GOD, FORGIVE ME!'
"GAK!" choked out, trying to make a verbal response, but wasn't able to.
"You didn't just threaten me, but also the people I love." Kyoka spat out some blood and began to increase her grip around the bastard's throat. "You're the scum of the Earth!
"Not...very...heroic..." Magenta sputtered out, desperate.
"You're afraid, aren't you? How does it feel, being on death's door?" The purple flames in Kyoka's eyes grew even brighter. "HOW DOES IT FEEL, LOOKING DEATH IN THE FACE?! TELL ME!"
"Literal-ly...choking..."
"NOW YOU KNOW HOW I FELT! A TEENAGED GIRL WITH NO PRIOR EXPERIENCE, I WAS A FUCKING KID!" Kyoka screamed. "But you didn't care, did you? You sadistic bastard! You didn't care at all! You were enjoying the fear I felt! Well...I'm not you..."
Kyoka let Magenta's throat go but kept his arms and legs restrained. The assassin greedily sucked in the air that he was allowed to get at, his face turning to a more healthy shade of pale.
"You...you bitch..."
"You're trembling, I can feel it. All you have are insults because you don't have power over me anymore. I've grown past you." Kyoka said into Magenta's ear. "I'm not afraid of you anymore, Magenta Magenta, you are afraid of me."
"NO I'M NOT! I'LL KILL YOU!"
Magenta Magenta, using the adrenaline from both the choking and his rage, flung Kyoka over his head. Kyoka landed on her feet but was caught in a bear hug. Very slowly, the enraged assassin began forcing the gun towards her face, and Kyoka began trying to push against it with all her might.
For some reason, her mind went back to middle school...
"Awwww, is Ears sitting alone again?"
Kyoka sat silently, simply eating her lunch. A few mean-spirited comments weren't going to stop her.
The purplette wasn't exactly sure why the bullying started, nobody had a problem with her before middle school, but now it seemed as though everyone was shitting on her for no reason.
Not that it mattered, Kyoka had always been rather private. She wasn't the type of person to jump up and say, "Hi! Let's be friends!"
She simply kept to herself, and if someone wanted to spend time with her they were more than welcome. Kyoka was shy, and this was definitely one of her biggest problems. She didn't talk to people outside of class, and she kept her hobbies and goals to herself.
Until today, anyway.
Kyoka flinched as her phone was snatched out of her hand. "Hey!"
Inu Ookami was examining the phone as if it were a dinosaur fossil. The blond had wolfish features, but that wasn't due to any quirk. Her classmate was actually a stand user, and had a decently strong one to boot.
"Sorry Jiro, but my curiosity got the better of me. What makes the class loner tick?"
"Give it back! Don't make me get the dog catcher!"
"Always one for snappy retorts, huh? You...want to be a hero?"
"STOP!"
Inu Ookami began laughing, holding the phone over the shorter girl's head. "You, a hero? With that quirk? Come on, you'd be dead as soon as you met your first villain! Not to mention that most female heroes are pretty."
Kyoka felt a rising heat in her chest, both from anger and shame. Without another word, she used her jack to rip the phone out of Ookami's hands, and stomped out of the cafeteria, tears brimming in her eyes from the public humiliation.
Kyoka took a deep breath and smiled.
'What an idiot I used to be, believing her.' Kyoka thought to herself. 'I've accomplished way more than she ever could. Several stand users were beaten by my hand, a smoking hot boyfriend, and even now I'm helping save two universes. However, Magenta was the first big villain I ever faced, and I froze... Time to fix that.'
She wasn't a loner anymore, it was her friends and family that drove her to do what she did. Kyoka remembered how each and every one of them made her feel.
Then, she began to glow.
Bright yellow light washed over her entire body, as she began to regulate her breathing, thinking of the people she loved, letting them fuel her.
"What is this? WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! THIS ISN'T YOUR QUIRK!" Magenta screamed as purplette turned her head towards him and smiled.
"You're right and wrong. It enhances my quirk."
Kyoka's jack that was still wrapped around Magenta's gun arm began to glow, and it began to twist the gun away from her.
*SNAP!*
Magenta made a guttural noise, both in pain and disbelief, as Kyoka's jack broke his arm. Her elbow then dug into his ribs, and all air left his lungs. Realizing that his knees were free, he knelt.
Kyoka blinked. "Dude...my jacks are still inside your forcefield."
"So?"
"..."
"...you can still hit me, can't you?"
He got the answer to his question when an earphone jack went directly into his ear, pumping a golden sound attack into his head. Magenta screamed, his stand deactivating, and Kyoka closed the distance.
Magenta Magenta rolled out of the way as the two Hamon enhanced jacks slammed into the ground, creating two jagged cracks in the concrete.
She's too dangerous! I have to get away! Was all that Magenta could think as Kyoka ruthlessly pursued him. He switched his gun to his good hand and aimed, intending to fire as soon as he got out of Kyoka's range.
"DORA!"
*CRACK!*
A whip-like appendage soon batted the gun away, along with some of the flesh on Magenta's hand.
"NO!"
Magenta attempted to kneel, but her jacks were already too close. He had to keep running.
"NO!"
Magenta tripped on the curb of the sidewalk and fell, and began crawling away in an attempt to escape, but an earphone jack wrapped around both of his feet, tying them together, and began dragging him backwards.
"NOOOOOOOOO! PLEEEEAAAASE!"
Magenta was shrieking in terror as the purplette dragged him until he was lying at her feet. Magenta got on his hands and knees and began grovelling.
"PLEASE, I'M SORRY! I'LL NEVER DO IT AGAIN, PLEASE DON'T HURT MEEEEE! I'LL KISS YOUR FEET, AND I'LL EVEN GIVE YOU THE JACKET I HAVE ON ME RIGHT NOW! I'LL DO ANYTHING!"
"Anything?"
"Yes! Yes! Please..." Magenta said, his lip quivering.
"Get out of my sight, and don't ever come back," Kyoka said, her glare piercing through the assassin like a heated knife. "Or I won't be so nice next time."
"Yes! Of course!" Magenta offered her his top hat as a peace offering. "I'll leave! You'll never have to worry about me again!"
"Good riddance." Kyoka turned around and pulled out her phone. While her two bullet wounds weren't fatal, she had still lost a decent amount of blood. It couldn't hurt to let her mentor know she was wounded, especially since he could easily fix her.
Magenta slowly rose to his feet, his fear dissipating in an instant. 'You thought you had gotten the best of me, well, you're too soft for your own good! I'm gonna cut your ears off after I kill you, and I'll send them to Kujo in a nice little gift-wrapped box! DIE JIRO! THIS IS FOR EMBARRASSING ME!' Thought, growing contempt in his heart and eyes.
Magenta pulled out the concealed knife in his sleeve, and leapt forward with a manic look in his eye, ready to shove the knife through the back of Kyoka's throat...
Then, the only thing he could see was the end of an earphone jack, heading straight for his eye.
*squelch*
"YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGH!" Magenta squealed, rolling around as Kyoka turned to face him, smirking.
"Do you really think I'd be dumb enough to turn my back on an assassin? I knew what your plan was from the moment you started begging." Kyoka kicked the downed stand user in the stomach, causing the blinded Magenta to cry out even louder. "You should've just surrendered and meant it, then you could've avoided this."
"W-WAIT! I-I WAS K-KIDDING! I-" Magenta protested, his red and inflamed eye widened in pure terror.
Kyoka's jacks descended upon the assassin without hesitation.
"DORARARARARARARARARARARARARARARARARARARARARARARARARARARARARARARARARARARARARARARARARARARARARARARARARARARARARARARARARARARARARARARARARARARARARARARARARARARARARARARARARARARARARARARARARARARARARARARARARARARARARARARARARARARARARARARARARARARARARARARARARARARARAAAAAA!"
Magenta, covered in gashes and lash marks, sporting a broken arm and a damaged eye, tried to thrust his knife at Kyoka a final time.
"DORA!"
The final hit clubbed the assassin to the ground, and he laid still.
Kyoka grumbled as she squatted next to Magenta, poking at him with her finger. 'As much as this bastard deserves it...killing him is wrong in this scenario. I already knocked him out, and I'm sure it would have some weird butterfly effect on our timeline, so... Arresting him it is.'
The door to OWSON was flung open, and a somewhat roughed up Kyoka dragged the unconscious enemy inside. "Is there anything we can use to tie this fucker up?"
Yoshihara raised an eyebrow at Kyoka's entrance, but walked over to the janitor's closet and pulled out a rubber hose, handing it to the purplette.
"Thanks, Kira." Kyoka began binding the unconscious man with the hose.
"You seem to have experience tying people up," Yoshihara noted, curious.
"Ha! The things I've had to learn while working with the Joestars... I learned this from a class on interrogation I had from Johnny's other uncle, Giorno Giovanna. He taught us a few techniques that his people use." Kyoka rubbed her hands together and finished. "He isn't going anywhere."
"You definitely have more experience than my Jirou. I noticed it earlier, but...could you mind rolling up your sleeve?"
"My scars?" Kyoka asked, confused. There was nothing behind Yoshihara's question other than curiosity, so she just shrugged. "Got them from one of the most dangerous stand users I've ever faced."
"How dangerous?"
"Well, she had this stand that would paralyze you whenever she hurt your feelings. Seems basic, but it's really fucking scary when you can't move. It didn't help that her stand was also capable of devouring someone whole."
"I'd imagine," Yoshihara said before raising an eyebrow. "Were you shot?" Yoshihara pointed towards the blood running down Kyoka's shoulder.
"Yeah, in my gut too. They aren't serious as long as I get medical attention...speaking of which...OI, MR. JOSUKE, I'M BLEEDING OVER HERE!" Kyoka yelled into the grocery store, and a series of loud crashes and bangs followed as Josuke plowed his way to her, earning a snicker from the purplette. "Look at that, he cares."
"Of course I do, you're my favourite student," Josuke replied, using Crazy Diamond to heal the bullet wounds. Yoshihara gave the stand a passing glance and hummed in confirmation.
"That's a useful Stand, Mr. Higashikata."
Josuke was a bit taken aback by the compliment but rolled with it. "Thanks, Kira."
Kyoka tested her shoulder and sighed. "I'm kind of disappointed, he went down much easier than I anticipated. I was expecting getting some kind of big, cinematic, ceremonial blow of revenge."
"Kyoka, look at him. You beat the ever-loving shit out of this guy," Josuke said, trying to hold back a laugh
"Uuuuugh." Magenta Magenta groaned as he regained consciousness, and his watery red eye scanned the room. "You pieces of shit..."
Yoshihara wrinkled her nose upon hearing the assassin's nasally voice. "He sounds like..."
"Squidward, and looks like him too." Kyoka quipped, squatting beside her foe. "Good Morning Sunshine, welcome to your makeshift prison...soon to be a real one."
"You fucking bitch...just wait until I get out of...whatever this is..." Magenta Magenta replied, groggily. It was clear he was in quite a bit of pain. "I'll...I'll..."
Magenta noticed Yoshihara.
"Who the fuck are you?"
"None of your business."
Magenta's beady little eye zeroed in on Yoshihara's chest, and then on Kyoka's. It continued to look between the two for a whole minute.
"Wow...Jiro isn't flat," Magenta Magenta muttered as Yoshihara's eye twitched. A purple aura enveloped the blond as Magenta Magenta's eyes widened. "W-WAIT! I TAKE IT BACK! I TAKE IT BACK! PLEASE DON'T—"
"SHIBO!"
*CRACK!*
A stand emerged from Yoshihara's back and knocked the assassin out cold once more, one that Josuke immediately recognized. The pale pink colour was a dead giveaway, and its cold red eyes boreholes deep into its prey. It wore spiked gloves, and it bore a set of horns that resembled cat ears. It was missing the pendulum by the crotch skirt, and it looked noticeably thinner, but there was no mistaking it.
Killer Queen... but a different version of it
For instance, being in the same place as Yoshikage Kira's Killer Queen gave everyone around it a sense of dread... but Yoshihara's version didn't make Josuke uncomfortable in any way other than its appearance.
Just like Yoshihara and Yoshikage, similar... but different enough.
"You flinched when you saw my stand, why?"
Josuke was snapped out of his stupor by Yoshihara's question. She was gazing at him with a mixture of confusion and suspicion
"Do you...mind if we talk?" Josuke asked, pointing towards Killer Queen. "I think we both have questions we would like to ask each other."
The blond seemed to consider it for a moment and then nodded. "Sure, why not?"
"So...how did you end up a student at UA?" Josuke asked, crossing his arms as he leaned against the wall. Yoshihara blinked for a second, raising an eyebrow. "I'm just curious if that'll make you feel any better," Josuke said, easing his posture as Yoshihara sighed.
"I'll spare the details, mostly because I don't want to talk about it, and because I don't know if it's important or not for me to tell you all of that," Yoshihara said, looking at the ground dejectedly. "I... I wasn't in the best place in life, but I was taken in by a pro hero named Midnight—"
"Midnight? I know her!" Josuke interrupted, catching her attention.
"Really? How is she in this universe?" Yoshihara asked as Josuke sighed.
"Kind, caring, but a pretty big pervert. Keeps flirting with members of my family, and myself," Josuke replied, rubbing the back of his neck. "How do you know her?"
"She adopted me," Yoshihara replied as Josuke spluttered.
"She adopted you?!"
"Yes, but the reasons surrounding it don't matter," Yoshihara stated as Josuke nodded.
"Gotcha. But yeah, if you know Midnight, then you probably already knew all of that," Josuke said as Yoshihara shrugged.
"Yeah, that checks out," the blond said, crossing her arms. "Now, about your reaction to my stand..."
"Killer Queen?" Josuke immediately answered, causing Yoshihara to narrow her eyes.
'How did he know that….' Yoshihara thought. "I never told you its name..."
"It's a Stand I've encountered before. It turns anything it touches into a bomb, right?" Josuke queried.
"Well, yes, but it also generates bubble bombs as a projectile, but that does-"
"Why did you want to become a hero?" Josuke interrupted.
Yoshihara was a little pissed that Josuke had cut her off, but didn't want to be rude. "It just seemed like the best option for me, I can't exactly explain it."
"Do you feel anything when you're near Josefumi?" Josuke moved right on to the next question, and it was a bizarre one. The blond raised an eyebrow at the question.
"I'm not sure what you mean."
"Like, a connection of sorts, a pull," Josuke elaborated.
"Kind of? What does this have to do with my Stand?"
"We'll get to that later, I'm trying to confirm something," Josuke vaguely replied.
"Look." Yoshihara put her foot down, crossing her arms. "I know that you're suspicious of me, and it has something to do with my name and my stand. I just want to know why."
"Don't worry, I'll tell you, but this might be slightly more important."
The blond was starting to get annoyed, Josuke had asked about four questions, and she had not gotten a single answer as to what she was looking for. It was almost as though she was being interrogated for a crime.
"Who are your parents?"
Yoshihara blanked, anger filling her veins as the picture of that bitch came up in her mind.
"...excuse me?"
"That's what I really want to know...there's something with you and your heritage that I need to confirm...who's your father? Or a mother?"
Then, as Yoshihara's vision became blinded, a sneer came upon her face as Killer Queen summoned behind her, a twisted, angered expression on the Stand's face as Josuke summoned Crazy Diamond as a reflex.
'I think I screwed up,' Josuke thought, sweat falling down from his forehead.
Johnny was currently trying to nap away his worry when a pair of arms wrapped around him, and he felt a hand run through his hair. Johnny smirked.
"Either that's a really friendly intruder, or you're done with Willy Wonka."
"I kicked his teeth in so hard, he became his own chocolate factory," Kyoka responded and planted a kiss on his cheek. "Were you worried?"
"You already know the answer to that question."
Kyoka smiled and hugged him tighter. "Aww, you love me!"
"Unfortunately."
"Come on, lighten up Sour Puss!" Kyoka pinched Johnny's cheek.
"Ow! You're in a really good mood." Johnny noted.
"Just conquered another one of my demons... now that bastard is about as relevant as Christmas in July," Kyoka responded. "Soon, we'll send him right back to that boat and hopefully he'll sink remembering all of this."
"Unless our timeline is permanently fragmented and he's stuck in the present." Johnny retorted as Kyoka frowned.
"Must you always find a way to make things depressing?"
"Not always...I am happy to see you." Johnny said, smiling. "I could never make you depressing if I tried."
"When did you get so smooth?" Kyoka asked, smirking.
"I've always been smooth, it's part of my calm and rational personality," Johnny replied, smirking.
"I thought I was the smooth one." Gyro entered the conversation, sitting next to the couple
"Pfft, you? Smooth? Yeah, about as smooth as sandpaper." Kyoka teased, poking Gyro in the side of his head with a jack. "So...any luck on finding the kid while I was gone?"
"We believe he might be holed up in the Morioh Grand Hotel, there have been sightings of supernatural activity over there...but right now it's only a guess," Johnny replied, and Gyro nodded.
"Well...it's something." Kyoka frowned, concerned. "We need to talk this kid down before our whole reality goes to shit..."
"If only I hadn't scared him off with Tusk," Johnny muttered, looking down as he let go of Kyoka.
Gyro smacked the back of Johnny's head, earning a grunt of annoyance from his partner. "Johnny, how many times do I have to tell you to stop blaming yourself for shit? Someone his age isn't capable of rational, adult thought. This whole fiasco is proof of that."
Johnny sighed. "Still, perhaps Izuku should've gone with you guys, and I should've stayed with Kira. He's better with kids."
"That's because he looks like one," Kyoka said with a snicker.
"I HEARD THAT!" Izuku called out from the other side of the store.
"Come on, I've been his friend for how long now? He should know that I wouldn't have said it if he couldn't."
*THUMP!
Kyoka was about to tease further when the sound of a brief scuffle caught her attention, and she looked over to the entrance to find her mentor with a bloody nose, and a pissed Yoshihara Kira putting away Killer Queen.
Josefumi had rushed to her side and appeared to be calming her down.
"Whoa! Hey!" Johnny called out as he, Gyro, and Kyoka all stood up, all three of them ready to pounce if given the all-clear.
Josuke raised a hand towards the trio, indicating that there was no fight to break up, and bowed apologetically. Yoshihara's face slowly softened, although it didn't quite lose its anger. The blond sighed, and said: "I'm sorry, too," and walked away, stewing.
Josuke wiped the blood off of his nose and walked over to the group of three, of which Johnny had been the most irate, watching Yosihara like a hawk as she walked to the back of the store.
"Why the hell did she hit you?!" Johnny demanded, angry, but Josuke shook his head.
"I messed up, it wasn't her fault at all," Josuke clarified, causing Johnny to narrow his eyes, expecting an answer. "We were just asking each other questions...and my paranoia got the better of me. I asked about her parents..."
Johnny frowned and backed away. "Bad ones?" There was a hint of understanding in his voice. That was unfortunately a pain he knew all too well.
"I'm guessing. I was more or less trying to figure out how she ended up with Joestar blood, but it became a bit of an interrogation. I... I think I crossed a line back there." Josuke clearly felt a bit guilty from the previous exchange. "Luckily, I think she knew I didn't mean to... she might be even worse off than you were Johnny."
The brunette glanced back to Yoshihara, who seemingly wasn't paying attention to the conversation, but was rather walking up to the counter and buying a bud-light energy drink.
'Worse off than I was? Hmm….' Johnny thought, tunning back into the conversation.
"Did you tell her about Yoshikage Kira? How he was your enemy?" Kyoka asked. "I think she at the very least deserves an explanation for our suspicion."
"Not yet."
Yoshihara sat outside with her arms crossed, somewhat embarrassed by what had happened in the store. She didn't mean to use Killer Queen on Josuke, but even so, he should've known not to ask personal questions like that.
Or perhaps not. They didn't know about what that bitch did to her, or what came afterward, so maybe she had jumped the gun. But then again, how else was she supposed to respond. Just tell him what he wanted? Absolutely not.
However, that didn't mean that attacking him was right. And she knew that.
'That was stupid of me. If these people are going to be my allies, I can't just go attacking them. The way Higashikata brought up my parents... I had hit him before I even realized what had happened.'
She knew Josuke didn't mean any harm, even if he was a bit aggressive in his questioning. The look on his face after she punched him told her all she needed to know. However, the mere mention of her past had caused her to snap.
She would have to lay out some guidelines.
Obviously, don't ask about her past unless she's willing to share would be a big one.
"Hey, are you okay?"
Yoshihara glanced upwards to see Izuku giving her a concerned look. Even in this universe, he's always looking out for others.
Some things never change.
"I'm fine, don't worry about it," Yoshihara responded, taking a sip out of the energy drink, recoiling from the bitterness.
"Okay, just checking..." Izuku said, looking down at the floor. There was an awkward air around the two, and after a minute, Izuku was about to leave. However, she had some questions from the green-haired boy, so she spoke up.
"Midoriya."
Izuku stopped and turned around. "Yes?"
"What happened to you? You seem a lot more mature than the version I'm familiar with, but it sounds that you have roughly the same past...that means you had different experiences."
Izuku walked over and sat beside her. "Well...it started when JoJo was shot...he was targeted by one of his dad's old enemies, and he was seemingly crippled for life. Then Kyoka stepped in and became my friend, and she was a pretty good influence on me, she helped me with my confidence issues. JoJo came back...and brought Gyro along with him, and I guess I thought that life would start getting better."
"And I'm guessing it didn't?"
"It did...in a way, but our enemies only grew, and I found myself at a bit of a crisis. I had grown up believing that heroes were good, and villains were evil. To be a hero, I had to be pure, to be nothing but good. However, my friends had to occasionally kill an opponent, or do something that they weren't proud of. Things that were morally ambiguous... and yet they never seemed like they were in the wrong."
"We all have done things we aren't proud of," Yoshihara muttered, looking down at the floor as she fidgeted. 'Never again… never, never again…'
"Back then, I would've disagreed. Now... I know that the world isn't as simple as good and evil, black and white...it's all different shades of grey."
Yoshihara could only stare at him. It was strangely endearing to hear that from Midoriya of all people. 'This version of Midoriya might actually understand me…' Yoshihara thought, grimacing mentally. 'No… don't get your hopes up. That would be a bad idea. You remember the last time that happened, so don't let it happen again.' Yoshihara shook her head, a weak smile coming to her face. "My version of you still stutters, and here you are, giving me a speech about morality."
"I'm sorry, I'm probably throwing you for a loop." Izuku rubbed the back of his head, grinning.
Yoshihara's face went back to its normal, no-smile expression before asking another question. "Why are you out here anyway? You barely know me,"
"But you know me, kind of... both of our universes are at stake, so it's best if we work together. I was probably the only person you'd let get close to you." Izuku responded as Yoshihara pressed her lips together, contemplating his words.
"I suppose you're right."
"Don't worry, JoJo isn't exactly comfortable with new people either," Izuku assured the blond. "They'll all warm up to you eventually, I guarantee it!"
"To be honest Midoriya, I just want to go home. Just being in this town is stressful enough," Yoshihara said with a grimace.
"What's wrong with Morioh?"
'Shit, I said too much.' Yoshihara grimaced. "That's something I'd rather not talk about."
"I understand," the greenette replied, crossing his arms.
Yoshihara watched the sunset over the horizon, soon to blanket her least favourite town in darkness. Izuku gave her one last nod, before heading back inside to set up a place to sleep with his friends.
'I suppose I should get some rest too... I might have to deal with more bullshit tomorrow.'
"I don't get it. They don't like each other... so they want to kill me to remove my Turn Back Time?!" Karl asked the ominous figure sitting to his left.
"They're afraid of you, and what you can do." The man replied, pacing through the darkness. "The fact that they're currently hiding away in a grocery store is proof of that."
"B-b-but I'm n-not a villain!"
"Aren't you? Why would Kujo have tried to kill you if you weren't?"
"I-I d-don't..." Karl sat on the ground, holding his head. "They're g-gonna treat me l-like S-Susan, or the Necromancer...a-am I r-really just a-another bad guy to them?"
"You stutter a lot when you're afraid. Don't worry kid, you saved me from my fate...protecting you is the least I could do," the mysterious voice said, a hint of genuine care in his voice, though it was masked by unknown malice towards someone else entirely.
"You really mean it?" Karl asked, tilting his head.
"Yeah...besides...I have a score to settle with Higashikata..."
The man chuckled as he picked up a muffin and began licking it, almost seductively, much to Karl's disgust.
"It's time for a rematch."