A/N: now, time for responses.
Trueopulence: You're right. Well, I guess nothing changes aside from Lala being more mature and a few other things, like some of the to-love ru characters having Stands.
And that's it. Please review. Also, enjoy!
[Joestar], that name is important to Joshua. But Joshua himself can't explain why. Now the term [Stand] is completely unfamiliar to him. If anything it's a great curiosity.
So, as he follows after Mista, he looks around the house as he began to notice a few things, it was weirdly empty, only the barest of personnel and with most of it being house care. There were armed guards but it didn't seem like they were there to guard something.
He also saw the occasional patch of dust but didn't point it out and refused to touch it. He is, after all, in a crime boss' lair or house, who knows how expensive all of this is.
Soon, the two stopped in front of a door as Mista jerked his head. Signaling for him to enter first.
Doing so, he enters a lavish room with a window behind the a desk where Giorno was seated on, a glass of wine beside him and a dove in his hand. In front of the desk is a coffee table with two couches on either side and one right in front. Beside Giorno is a woman with pink hair and green eyes, her eyes narrowed as Joshua entered before relaxing slightly.
She began to walk around the entire lounging area as Joshua took a seat, keeping her eyes on him as she hummed silently before standing by Mista, whispering, "You know, I kinda see the resemblance."
"I do too." Mista notes as Joshua sighs.
The thought of resembling a Capone is a bit...worrying.
"You seem to be better than you were a few minutes ago." Giorno notes while placing the dove to the side, causing the two to quiet down as they turn to Giorno who is leaning forward. "That's good. Though my [Stand] can heal, the process tends to be painful. Now, I believe you have a few burning questions."
"Yeah," Joshua admits with a nod, "more than a few, like what's a [Stand] and what does the name [Joestar] mean?"
Giorno nods, "In order, a [Stand] is the manifestation of an individual's [soul], their abilities and shapes vary, but at their core they reflect their user, think of it as a guardian spirit." Joshua nods, leaning forward as Giorno spoke. He couldn't help but note that Giorno has a calming voice. "The [Joestar] bloodline on the other hand is a bit harder to explain." Looking away, Giorno holds a hand to his chin, "To my knowledge, the [Joestars] are all marked with a [birthmark] resembling a [star]. That is all, generally, everyone of the [Joestar] bloodline carries the potential to manifest a [Stand]."
Looking to his side, he raises his hand and with a bit of prodding began to secrete [Paint]. "...I really don't like how this is a manifestation of my [soul]. Still, the explanation was a bit underwhelming."
Giorno shakes his head, "Because that's the literal and simplest explanation. To be a [Joestar] is to be tied to the fate of the [world] more often than not. It's inexplicable and [bizarre]."
Johua doesn't add anything, simply taking it all in as he exhales. "That...seems very worrying."
Giorno simply nods. "I already had my own little [adventure] but it seems like yours is barely starting.
Joshua just nods. Looking at the ground as he takes in all of this information. "Wait, what about that weird [arrow]."
"This one?" He asks as he reveals the arrowhead in his hands with the same beetle-like marking. "That's not a subject for the uninvolved. Sorry."
"It's fine. You can keep it, made my own [ability] act weird." He says while shivering.
"Though it's not what I was getting at, thanks." Giorno nods, putting away the arrowhead as he continues. "Then, is there anything else?"
"Well...no, nothing really comes to mind. For the moment anyway." He adds as Giorno nods.
"Then, would you mind answering a few questions of my own?" Giorno asks as Joshua nods.
"Sure, go ahead." He shrugs, raising both arms. "Though there isn't much to say on my end."
"Then, might I ask why you're [birthmark] is [faded]?" He asks, tilting his head as Joshua blinks.
"Wait, is it?" He asks, looking over his shoulder to where his [birthmark] is located on.
"Here," Giorno says, as the dove flies to the coffee table, a second later, the dove seems to change, becoming something else as it seems to unfold as if it was origami, revealing a set of papers with the word [Confidential] on it, "look at them and take a picture of your own."
Joshua turns to Mista, passing him his phone, "Sorry for asking."
"It's no problem." Mista says, his collar moved before the sound of a shutter rang out. A second later, the phone was placed on the table, revealing a photo of Joshua's shoulder with the [birthmark] on it. Reaching for the papers, he opens them to see a series of papers with names blacked out.
"Though you can't see the information, those are people of the [Joestar] bloodline. Mine included." He adds, "The pictures of their own birthmarks is on the lower-left corner."
Joshua nods as he looks at the first one as he gulped. The first one was of a blonde, a gnarly scar across his neck as if it was chopped off and sewed back on, his hands sporting long and sharp nails and the shadows seemed to attempt to hide any other defining features. On his shoulder was the image of a [star].
His own [star] seemed dull in comparison.
He continued to put aside the individual papers face-down as he compared his birthmark to the images. Males, females, muscular, slightly skinnier, all of them had the same [birthmark] in the same spot with the same luster. Compared to all of them, his own star seemed [faded].
Once all the pages were in a messy pile, he idly picked them up and lined them up, gently tapping the bottom of the papers on the coffee table to make sure they're lined up before placing them on the coffee table in a neat pile.
Joshua leaned back, his back hitting the backrest as he looks to the ceiling.
Why is his [birthmark] slightly faded?
"Wish I could tell you," Joshua starts, leaning forward, "but it's always been like that ever since I remember."
"Didn't your foster parents try to regain them?" Mista asks, leaning on the backrest beside Joshua. "Seems kinda irresponsible."
"They did." Joshua admits. "MRI scans and all that but nothing really worked. It's like the memories never existed to begin with. Which is weird since I [know] for a fact that some of them are still there. Just as vague images. But they seem to be before I got sick, which would make less sense."
"At what age did you get sick?" Giorno asks.
"Seven." Joshua answers.
"Was that around the time you got your [Stand]?" Giorno continues.
"A year or two after, why?" Joshua confirms before asking as he looks at them.
"Well, at first we thought it was your own [Stand] but it doesn't match." Giorno explains. "So, maybe it could've been an enemy [Stand]?"
Joshua just shrugs. "Honestly, we could talk all we want but none of it will really lead to anything. Now, ugh…" Joshua says, scratching the back of his head as his face flushes in shame as he looks away. Giorno simply waits as he knows where this is going. "Look, I despise asking this and would rather die than actually say anything, but I really want to find out the [truth], so…"
He bit his lip, the others waiting as he continues slowly. "Is...there a way we could make enough money quickly to but a pair of tickets to America?"
Giorno looks at him and holds a hand to his chin. "What about the plane being made by the young lady downstairs."
"The first time I met her, she was in an escape pod transformed into a ship that she admitted aren't up to standards. I'll trust her when she starts making things that are semi-safe." Joshua admits as he leans back, shifting uncomfortably.
"What about simply asking for a flight over?" Giorno adds as Joshua reeled.
"Would you?" Joshua asked with a raised brow.
"No."
"That's what I thought." Joshua said with a sigh. "So, here we are."
Before he could stop himself, a yawn comes from his mouth, exhaling heavily as he covers it up with his hand, keeping it there for a long moment before finally closing it as his blush was obvious. "Sorry." He mutters.
"Jetlag?" Giorno asks as Joshua nods.
"I feel like I stayed up until midnight." Joshua admits. Nodding as Giorno sighs.
"Mista will guide you to an empty room." Mista stands up while Giorno turns to the pink-haired lady. "While Trish will lead Miss Lala to another room."
Memorizing the name, Joshua nods to Trish as she does the same, "I'll go check up on her, you guys might have something to talk about."
He stands up, walking around the couch and stepping out as the three remaining occupants wait for him to leave a certain range.
"So, what're your thoughts?" Giorno asks towards his allies.
"Seems like a good kid, though a bit lost." Mista notes as Trish nods.
"He reminded a bit of myself when we first met." Trish adds.
Giorno holds a hand to his chin. "I got the same feel. He's trustworthy. If not a bit desperate and prideful."
"You think we should tell him about the [Speedwagon Foundation]?" Mista asks, familiar with the group and their ties to the [Joestar] bloodline.
"No, I don't believe they'll move for something like this." Giorno notes before reaching for a phone. "But I do know someone who'd be interested in this information."
"Dr. Kujo?" Mista and Trish ask simultaneously as Giorno nods.
"I'll give him a call and look through anything that needs to be done." Giorno says as he begins tapping at the phone number as the other two nod. "You two show them to their rooms."
As the two left, Giorno was wondering about something else. "That [Stand]."
Giorno was there when Joshua approached the [Stand Arrow], he saw how his [Stand] reacted. "Why isn't it showing itself?" He wondered out loud.
Giorno's own [Stand] only appeared after his run-in with the mafioso he helped when he was younger. When they had their first conversation when Giorno first felt a [cool breeze] in his heart. Could this be similar?
Regardless, Giorno picked up a phone, dialing in a number as he waited for a person to pick up. "Giorno." His voice was gravelly and serious, it seemed to belong to what could have been a veteran and even that'd be understating what the man behind the phone went through.
"Jotaro," Giorno answered with a slight smile as he thought up how to break the news to the marine biologist, "I think the family tree might need a bit of fixing."
There was silence before Jotaro released a long sigh. "Tell me everything."
Meanwhile, Joshua watched as Lala continued working on the dismantled car. "Hey Lala, how you feeling?"
Lala stops, turning as she blinks, a bit of oil on the bridge of her nose as she rolled up the sleeves of her shirt, the same from this morning unlike Joshua who had to change because of blood and a rip on the shirt. Though he was wearing the exact same thing.
"Me? I'm fine~! How was the talk with the owner?" She asks as she stands up, wiping away the oil on her hands. She looked very attractive in Joshua's eyes.
"Well, Mr. Giovanna is letting us sleep here for tonight and we might be able to take a plane to America tomorrow if we're lucky." Joshua says as Lala smiles.
"Yay~." She cheers before looking to her creation. "But, what are we gonna do about Fly Bird-kun."
Joshua stood there before reaching up both of his hands to the bridge of his nose, covering his mouth as he says, "Lala, I am your friend, so believe me when I say it is a pleasure to have you around." Lala blushed slightly at the words before Joshua continued. "But I'd rather die than to get into something you made with a bunch of scraps lying around, much less its name!"
"Ehhh~? What's wrong with the name?" Lala asks as she tilts her head.
"It's just… not cool!" Joshua insists. "And while I can live with having something cool [look] this lame be associated with me, I'd rather die than be associated with something so lame-sounding. I have a reputation to keep."
"It's not lame! It's cute." Lala retorts while glaring at Joshua.
"And I'm not getting on it unless you change the name." Joshua says as she pouts.
"Well, what name would you give it?" She asks.
"I don't know, [Free Bird] or [Flyday Chinatown]!" Joshua lists off. "Both of those are cool!"
"No~!" She pouts and looks away. "They're not cute."
"It's not meant to be cute, Lala. I'm willing to deal with how silly it looks and the chance of how it might explod-."
"It won't!" Lala retorts, glaring back at Joshua who reeled back a step. "It will fly and it will fly well!"
"Lala, I know that, but will it?" Joshua asks as he continues. "Look into your heart, your mind, and tell me that this will fly?"
"It. Can. Fly." Lala insists.
"Alright…" He relents, taking a deep breath to cool down before turning to her with a bow, "Sorry for doubting you."
Lala looks at him, her frown turning into a small smile as she nods. "Hmph~. Alright." She couldn't help but wonder if this is what it feels like to win an argument concerning her inventions.
"I'm still not getting on it."
"Why~!?" She asks in shock.
"The name is stupid and I won't have my name and reputation be connected with something called the [Fly Bird-kun]. Shit, it's not even the name, it's the little '-kun' afterwards." Joshua says as Lala looks almost offended.
"But, that's what makes it cute!" Lala retorts as Joshua rolls his eyes and Lala crosses her arms while pouting.
"Alright, break it up lovebirds." Mista said, followed by Trish walking behind him, "Both of you are tired so Giorno told us to escort you to your rooms."
"Eh~?" Lala whined as she tilted her head. "But I'm not done."
Joshua simply leaned on the side of the car and said, "You can finish it tomorrow, I'm exhausted."
"Fine~." She said, wiping her hands on her pants as she turned to the other female in the garage before freezing. "Wow~, your hair is so pretty!"
"Thanks, you're Lala right, a...alien?" She asked, looking over the young girl with a critical eye, spotting the tail as she hummed. "Okay~. Come on, I'll show you to the showers, you probably don't want to sleep looking like that."
"Alright, thanks~!" She said, bounding after Trish as a feeling pokes at Joshua as he frowns. Mista notices and he grunts. "What, sad you won't be able to join your girlfriend in the baths?"
"She's not my-." Before he could deny, Lala piped up.
"Ooh, is Joshua going to join us later?" She asks with enough innocence to sound almost like a child.
Everyone froze as Joshua's face quickly flushes in embarrassment, Mista gives him a suspicious look of suspicion while Trish seems to blink in disbelief.
"Lala, please, explain what you said to Trish. I'd rather there not be any misunderstandings." Joshua said while blushing.
"Huh~, really?" Lala asks as Joshua nods while covering his face as she turns to Trish and begins explaining.
An alien princess. Mista and Trish look to each other as they start seeing a few parallels to their own journey with Giorno. "So, I'm used to having a bunch of servants around, it's a bit uncomfortable when I don't."
Joshua simply pointed to Lala as if to say 'see?'. "But I was really happy when Jojo joined me last time."
"Last time?" Trish asked.
"JoJo?" Mista noted as Lala turned to him.
"Yeah, isn't his name Joshua Joestar? So, Jojo." Lala said as if pointing out something obvious.
"Lala, my name is still Joshua Yuuki, so just Joshua is fine." He sighed before turning to Trish. "And I waited outside the bathroom and talked with her for a bit."
Trish looked at him for a second before nodding, "Okay." Turning to Lala, she jerks her head. "Come on."
"Wait, hold up." Before they could continue, Mista stopped them, his eyes serious as he noted Lala's naivete and came to a drastic conclusion. "Lala, do you...know how babies are made?"
Trish scoffs, about to go off on Mista for bringing that up since even she, a Mafia heiress, knew how children are made despite being hidden away for years. "Of course~." She said with confidence that would not be there if she actually knew. "The stork brings them!"
A silence came over the garage as everyone stared at her incredulously. Joshua slowly turned to Mista. "So, you have any other baths?"
"Sure, follow me." Mista responded as the two made a quick escape.
"Wai-Hey!" Trish yelled as the two retreated, leaving her with Lala as she tilted her head.
"Did I say something wrong?" She asked, a bit worried at their reaction while Trish began to stress.
She either could or wouldn't, and she really did not want to. "W-were you never taught how babies are made?"
"No, I never really cared and Mama and Papa were always too busy." Lala answers as she blinks. "Am I wrong? Then, can you tell me how babies are made?"
Trish was being cornered, and she had no real way out of it. She recognized the insistence in Lala's eyes and knew that she'd just be insistent to someone else later.
Not to mention…
"Also," Mista said, popping out from around the corner and waving with a smug grin, "I invoke that bet I won." He disappeared a second later as Trish tilted her head in confusion.
"What be-oh! No~!" She whined at the memory, falling to her knees as she comes to grips for what she's going to be doing. She knew she shouldn't have accepted that bet to get on as many rides as she could before getting sick.
"Is something wrong?" Lala asks as Trish sighs. Turning to Lala, Trish nods, her lips set into a resolved frown.
"No, I-I'll tell you how babies are made." Trish says, slumped over as she walks towards the baths with the severity of a man on death row. Whereas Lala cheered and followed after her.
A few minutes later, the two pink-haired women were inside a thermae, seated beside each other as Lala was flushed red and holding onto the edge of her towel, pulling it to keep her breasts covered while squirming uncomfortably. Meanwhile, Trish was wearing a bathing suit and was paradoxically pale and flush.
After explaining the basics to her, she only continued to ask more questions, each one more uncomfortable than the other. "So… that's what I heard…" Lala mumbled under her breath as an exhausted Trish nods.
The two sit there as Lala turns to Trish and bows. "I'm so sorry, it must have been really embarrassing."
"It was." Trish made no effort to hide how she felt. "It really was." Sighing, she sat up and turned to Lala, her bright green eyes and pink hair reflecting her own even the slight flush as her eyes became unfocused and her blush only seemed to increase.
A small laugh escaped her before she began to release a steady stream of chuckles. Lala was definitely not appreciative of it. "Hey~."
"I-I'm sorry, but did you see how Mista and Joshua reacted? They couldn't get out of there any quicker!" Trish said in between her laughter. "They looked so scared!"
Lala thinks on it and couldn't help but begin to giggle along with Trish, her laughter infectious before her giggles became laughter as Trish pointed at her. "See? It was hilarious!"
Lala nodded as she wiped away a few tears. "Hmm!"
Finally, the two calmed down as a comfortable silence came over the two. "Hey Lala," Trish starts, turning to Lala as she continued, "why are you running away, and why haven't you told Joshua?"
Lala blinks and shrugs, "He never asked. And…" she said before hugging her knees, "I'm afraid he'd try to continue trying to protect me."
Trish blinks as she tries to understand, "But isn't that good?"
"For me. But not for him." Lala explained as she frowned, "He's a good person, but he'd probably get injured as well. I-I don't want that to happen." She admits before taking a deep breath, "I'm a princess, you know this, but did you know my father, the Emperor, is trying to marry me off." She admits as Trish's eyes widen before narrowing in anger. Lala quickly notices and interjects. "If it was just that I wouldn't mind, but…"
"None of them see you as you?" Trish finishes as Lala perks up and turns to see Trish doing the same. "I can't say I relate completely but I went through something similar." She says as she leans back, a fond smile on her face, "Did you know my father, the original [Ca- I mean, boss of the mafia in Italy tried to kill me the first time I met him?" This makes Lala jump as Trish chuckles. "Yeah, that's the usual reaction. But someone saved me."
She looks up and continues, "Though I was with them for a short while, they all fought, some even died, to take down my father until Giorno managed to do it. But all of them saw me as [Trish Una], not just as the daughter of the boss of [Passione]. And it hurt, it hurt so much seeing people I could see as [friends] die and get hurt."
"It was shameful. I, the daughter of the mafia boss that rules over all of Italy unable to do anything to protect those close to her. None of the pain I felt or went through could ever come close to the shame I felt at being unable to do anything as the others sacrificed so much to keep me alive." She said as her hand curled into a fist. "Even when I could, when I unlocked my [Stand: Spice Girl], they still got hurt and it hurt more than before."
Turning to Lala, Trish continued, "I say this because Joshua is your friend, right?" Lala hesitates but she nods, "Then, even if you were to tell him to mind his business he'd still leap to help you with or without your consent, and you'd do the same, right?"
Lala holds a hand to her chest as she asked herself if she would. Looking up, she nods resolutely as Trish smiles. "Then, you should tell him the truth, if he's anything like Giorno or the others, he'd probably just be angry that you didn't tell him beforehand and worry about you more later on."
Lala took a second to imagine it before laughing and nodding. "Yeah, he probably would."
While the two talked in the thermae, Mista and Joshua were finishing up their own baths. Joshua yawning as he stretched. "I feel exhausted."
"Yeah, I could imagine, you were beaten up, stabbed and proceeded to fall out of a plane in what is around twelve hours." Mista points out as Joshua grunts in agreement.
"Not to mention meeting the mafia." Joshua adds as Mista blinks.
"Ah right, we're the mafia." Mista points out while blinking as Joshua frowns.
"How do you forget you're the mafia?" Joshua asks as Mista just shrugs.
"Well, I'm Giorno's third-in-command, so I mostly just tell others what to do and punish anyone that does things they shouldn't." Mista admits as he holds a hand to his chin and looks to the ceiling. "Like selling drugs to kids and the like."
Nodding, Joshua said, "Yeah… a few years ago some fuck tried to grow weed in the middle school garden and when I found him out he made a mess that was blamed on me." His frown turned into a curl of his lips as he continued irritated, "And, all of a sudden, it was fine to beat me up? Fucking get on my case and shit, no one believed me until I beat him up and forced him to confess. He was a teacher and shit so they let it go but fired him."
"Really? A teacher? How tall were you?" Mista asks, looking at the young man up and down as they compared heights and he was fairly sure the teen was a bit shorter than he was at the moment and was around his own height when he first met Giorno.
"Eh, around five feet, I was...fifteen at the time? Amnesia so I'm not sure how old I actually am so we usually go by the day I was found, so yeah, fifteen-ish." He says as Mista blinks. "I got a growth spurt over the year."
"So, you're sixteen?" Mista asks, looking the young man up and down.
"I'm sure, though I'm probably born at a later month. Who knows." He shrugs as they continue walking.
"So, you beat him up?" Mista asks as Joshua nods. "C'mon, tell me more."
"Well, he was tall and big so it was a bit scary and punched hard but once I hit him after breathing a certain way, it just seemed easier." Joshua admits as he shrugged. "According to the others, I broke his nose with the first punch and just continued beating him up until he passed out."
"Really? Ha!" Mista laughed as he leaned against Joshua, "Did you get any attention because of it?"
Joshua slumped forward, "Yeah, a bunch of thugs. Had to save a bunch of my classmates afterward and one of them moved away because of it."
"Really?"
"Yeah, I mean, how insecure are you that you have to go beat up a middle schooler? That's some bullshit!" He ranted as Mista nodded.
"Hey, who was the one that moved?" Mista asked bored as Joshua held a hand to her chin.
"Ummm, I think her name was Haruna?" Joshua mumbled as Mista shrugged.
"Oh, here we are." Mista points out as he opens the door. "Your room for the night." Inside was a barren room with cleaned sheets. "Breakfast will be prepared tomorrow and Giorno should have something for you to do by then. I suggest you rest until." He says before leaving while closing the door behind him.
Alone, Joshua sighs and unwinds, falling onto the bed as he relaxes. "This is nice."
As he was about to fall asleep, a knock rang out. "Joshua?" It was soft, so it must've been Lala. "Are you awake?"
He sighed while burying his head into the pillow. "Yeah." He said while getting up, he heads over and opens the door leaning on the door frame. "What's up?"
Lala's eyes were bright, they always where, but they seemed a lot more solid than they did before. She looks at Joshua up and down and seems to take a deep breath. "I'm ready."
Joshua simply tilts his head. "That's...very vague. And we've only known each other for two days."
The joke seems to go over Lala's head as she tilts while Joshua just chuckled. "What do you mean?"
"Nothing." He said, leaning off the door frame and letting her in. "Just checking. Take a seat."
She nods and follows in, taking a seat on the bed as Joshua leans on the wall. "So, what's up?"
Lala began to fidget a bit, moving her shoulders a bit and revealing the fact that she is not wearing a bra before finally saying, "Do...you want to know why I ran away?"
"If you wanna tell me." Joshua shrugs. "If you don't wanna-."
"No, I-I want to." She says, taking a deep breath as she relaxed. "Alright, I ran away because Papa was trying to marry me off."
Joshua pauses, looking at her as she rubs the side of an arm as he hums, "Alright, gotcha, do they know you're here?"
"Not yet?" She says while closing an eye and Joshua relaxes.
"Good. Honestly, you should've told me beforehand. What if one of them tried to ambush you? Actually, do you think the Temrian-?" He asked but Lala shook his head.
"No," She says, cutting him off before continuing, "It's...not the marriage itself that's a problem. It's just…" She tries to find the right word while Joshua waits. "The candidates...they don't see me as [Lala] but just a woman that comes with the title of [Emperor of the Universe]. I-I love my parents and don't want to disappoint them but…I at least want to be seen as an equal or-or something. I just want to be with someone who accepts me." She finishes, her hands curled into fist and tears in her eyes.
Joshua sighed, scratching at the back of his head as he kept the anger in his chest from boiling over. "I'll admit, I can't relate to anything in this situation, but…" he bit his lip before kneeling in front of Lala to look her in the eye as he grabs her hand, "I accept you Lala. You're kind, intelligent, upbeat, even if your naming sense needs work, your attention span could be longer and you need to pay attention outside of your work."
"I do not!" She gasps, as if scandalized.
"I was shot in the foot while you were tinkering and you didn't even say anything!" Joshua points out as Lala tilts her head.
"Really?" Joshua nods and Lala hums. "I'm sure I would've heard that."
"Anyway, Lala, you can't just wait to find people you see as equals. You've gotta find them. Like how you found me." Joshua said, pointing at himself. "You might miss a few, but if you just wait you'll see your whole life pass you by. You're here, so what if you come with a little bit of trouble? I also come with trouble, as we're experiencing now, so what's it matter?"
Standing up, Joshua held his hand to her, "Like I said in the plane, let's live this life and accept the good and the bad. I swear you won't have to do anything that you don't want to as long as I'm around."
Lala looked up to him, her eyes sparkling as her heart skipped a beat, her face flushing as she smiles. "Mhmm~." She reached up and grabbed his hand before being helped up.
"Now, I wish I could say more but I'm really tired." At the prompt, Lala yawned as Joshua smirked. "I guess you are too."
"Yeah. Goodnight." Lala says as she rubs her eyes, walking out of the room and following Trish to her room.
Joshua didn't care to close the door behind Lala and simply flopped onto the bed.
He was going to have a good night's sleep.
Lala, meanwhile kept going over the conversation in her head as she slept in her own room.
She went to sleep a bit embarrassed and happy as her heart skipped a beat again. She wonders if she's having any heart problems.
Meanwhile, Jotaro Kujo was tearing his hair out. The imposing man glaring at the file he's looking at, describing one [Joshua Yuuki]. A sickness at seven that caused amnesia? That just doesn't make sense. "Could he be lying?" Jotaro spoke to himself, his glare not changing one bit as he stared at the file. "No, Giorno wouldn't be fooled and not to mention his [birthmark]."
It was faded. That was more interesting than any of it. That [birthmark] denoted someone from the [Joestar] bloodline. Despite it having gone through generations, the mark has yet to fade. Not to mention Joshua's lack of bloodwork due to a 'bizarre black liquid'.
And his [Stand], why hasn't it materialized? "Even Josuke's materialized an arm before he could summon it completely."
He continued thinking on it before sighing. His own [Stand] only came out after his fight with Avdol, not to mention his intent to save his mother and the realization of his bloodline. "He's looking for his parents? What a coincidence."
The [Speedwagon Foundation] have looked through all of the world, searching for possible descendants of the [Joestar] bloodline, whether they be from Dio or some other form, via humanitarian activities and having access to medical files. Jotaro can say with confidence that all of the known [Joestar] descendants are already on record.
No one else in a world composed of five billion people has the last name of [Joestar], much less their blood.
So, who is [Joshua Yuuki]?
Jotaro had no answer and far too many possibilities.
"What do you mean you haven't found her!" A thunderous voice spoke as three figures were kneeling by a throne, the throne hiding the person who spoke as the three took a moment to regain their bearings.
"Forgive me, Your Majesty, she hasn't been found in any of the planets that were nearby at the time." A man wearing armor with white hair spoke, "We believe she jury-rigged an escape pod into a ship and left through that."
"Damn it, where is that girl." The voice said again as it seemed to grumble further until one of the men beside the white-haired man coughed into his fist.
"We believe she is in the planet Earth, inhabited by humans." The man came forward and revealed a tablet with a bright red dot on it pointed at Earth. "It's either that or Lala left Peke in Earth since he's the one with the tracker. Considering Lala's personality, I don't believe she'd do that."
"Then go and find her! Where is she?" The Emperor asked as he seemed to peer to the tablet.
"Peke seems to be in the island nation of [Hawaii] in the island of [Honolulu]." The man spoke.
"Lala-sama!" A small white thing with wings and eyes in the form of curls yelled while being chased by dogs.
Peke knew Lala's inventions are unreliable but to land him in the middle of the jungle. The little thing continues running until it trips over someone's feet. He lays there, about to get back up until he hears someone crouch down beside him. "Oh, this is a cute doll."
He freezes as he's picked up, before being brought to eye-level by a woman with orange hair and yellow eyes wearing some fancy clothes with a gold necklace, her mouth formed into a frown. "How strange."
Before Peke could do anything in retaliation for being called 'strange', he heard the dogs' barks get closer. The woman brought the doll closer to her as she began shooing the dogs. "Scram! Away!" After a bit, the dogs ran as the woman sighed. Turning her eyes to the plushie, she looks it over and nods. "You're coming with me, Mikan might find you interesting."
Peke could only stay quiet as it tried to come to terms with what is happening before shutting down completely for the first time in two days to regain its energy.
Joshua has a certain habit that stems from his legs. Or, it's more like an event.
If his legs ache the sleep he is going to have will be wondrous.
The ache is gone.
The sun is shining down on him.
And he feels okay.
Slowly, he sits up, yawning as he stretches, smacking his lips as pops ring out as he smiles. "Right, time to get up,"
He quickly changes the clothes he's wearing, a simple short and shirt combination, before looking through his backpack for clothes.
In the end, he decides on a red shirt under his windbreaker with blue jeans. Though, he pulls the windbreaker aside to spot a cut on it with blood on it. "It's on the white side as well." He grumbles as he tightens his grip on it while pouting.
Taking it off, he stuffs it into the backpack with a regretful sigh. "Do I have enough money to buy a new one?"
He heard a knock on the door. "Hey, Joshua, c'mon, food's ready."
"Right!" Joshua says before opening the door, following after Mista as he gives him a look over. "What happened to your sweater?"
"I got stabbed on the plane yesterday so not only did it get cut, but I also got blood all over it." Joshua explains as Mista nods. "Though it's not that hot so it's not much of a problem."
"Yeah, still, you're pretty fit for a sixteen year old." Mista notes as he sees Joshua's muscles.
"Er, genetics, I think, training, and breathing exercises." Joshua says as Mista nods.
"Yeah, I think Giorno's build was somewhat similar to yours at his age." Mista notes as Joshua quirks a brow.
"Really?"
"You have a bit more meat on you than he did but yeah." Mista says as we stop by a bathroom. "Here, finish up what you have to and we'll head over."
After finishing up with brushing his teeth and such, they headed out to the patio where Lala sat with Giorno and Trish while a bunch of suited men surrounded the property. "Ah, Joshua~, morning!" Lala noticed him first.
"Buon giorno," Giorno spoke as Trish simply nodded at him, "food is prepared for both of you before you have to go to work."
"Right." Joshua said as he sat down beside Lala who was humming as she ate the delicious food. Joshua bit into the food on his plate and froze for a second. When that second was over, Joshua dug in with ferocity but not enough to be rude, chugging at the water as he froze.
Why is the water so good!?
Meanwhile, a blonde man with a chef's hat simply smiles, "What a nice sight." When he was contacted in his small restaurant in Morioh that the [Capone] of [Passione] wanted to taste his cooking he was excited, and while it is satisfying to see people enjoy his food, it's even more so when those people are very obvious about it.
Meanwhile, Giorno simply takes a sip from coffee along with Trish and Mista as they enjoy some confections with it as the group eats in silence.
Soon, everyone was full as a few servants picked up the dirty plates as Giorno leans forward. "So, now that you're full, are both of you ready?"
At this Joshua quirks a brow. "Lala too?"
"Yup! I want to help if I can." She says, upbeat as Joshua bites his lip in worry.
"Don't worry, she's just going to work with the engineers of an auto shop used to repair cars for the mafia." Giorno assured Joshua as he instead began to worry for the engineers. "You, on the other hand, have a far simpler job." Joshua turned to Giorno, his eyes showing nothing as he reached under the table. "Here, deliver this," he revealed a suitcase before placing a flip phone beside it, "to the location found on this."
Looking at the two objects, an aura seems to surround them as Joshua gulps. "That-That's it? No other instructions, just leave it where the phone says."
"That's it. Dispose of the phone afterward and return here, depending on when you return, you will either be waiting for Lala or she will be waiting." Giorno says. "Be careful." He crosses his leg as Joshua gains a glimpse into Giorno. Charisma, strength, kindness, Giorno has it all.
Ruthlessness, a sense for business, mild apathy, and a strict sense of morals.
Giorno is a man that could only be in a position above others.
Even Lala was frozen as she glimpsed into the same thing he was looking at and felt fear.
Giorno would not hesitate to use others, would not hesitate to trust those that should be trusted, and, above all, would not destroy those in his path.
He would [demolish] them until they are dead, wish for death, or the mere idea of going against Giorno is unthinkable.
Giorno is a man with a lot of [heart] and [purpose].
"Now," Giorno spoke as the two relaxed, his voice a calm breeze that seems to lighten them up, "are you ready?"
"Jesus Christ on a stick." Joshua muttered as he leaned on the wall by Lala who was also in a bit of a trance. "That man...is fucking terrifying."
They [had] to have left. Or else they might have decided to be more indebted to the [mafia] that they should.
Meanwhile, Lala was coming to terms with meeting a person that wasn't her father that [felt] like him. "A natural born leader."
The two simply took in their surroundings before Joshua began to laugh. "Pff-he...ha! Hahahaha!" He threw his head back as Lala began to giggle along with him.
Joshua could only describe the meeting as having been [eye-opening]. It was also enjoyable to the two, Giorno was a fresh air to the two, compared to their respective life.
After relaxing, Lala and Joshua turn to each other, smiling as Joshua reaches up and pinches her cheek as she groans. "Be careful, and don't, I repeat, don't add more than you need to on a car." He lets go as Lala smiles.
"You too~! I feel like there's more to the case than either of us think." Lala notes as Joshua grunts, about to turn away, Lala reaches to his shoulder, stopping him. "Wait."
In a flash, Lala was jumping up, her lips on his cheek as he blinks and is still while Lala steps back with a smile and flush face, her tail swaying excitedly as she says, "Trish told me that friends give each other kisses to the cheek when seeing each other off."
Joshua knew for a fact that it wasn't the only reason, her teasing grin was obvious but Joshua managed to regain his focus. "Um, yup. Yeah. Well, bye!"
He quickly retreated as Lala giggled as she went the other way.
Lala was quickly driven to an auto shop with a bunch of cars as she was handed a hat. Putting it on, she hopped out of the car when it stopped. Going to where a man was waiting as she hummed. "Hello~." She said to the man as he grunted.
"So, you're the temporary?" He asked as he looked her up and down. Before scoffing as Lala huffed. "Whatever, can you fix engines?"
"Yup." She nodded as she followed after him as he walked and he continued asking questions, ignoring the gazes from the other mechanics as she came across a car filled with holes.
Opening the hood, he continued, "Figure out how to fix it and if you guess it right you go on to the next one."
"Okay~!" She spoke excitedly as she walked around the car, noting the numerous bullet holes along with the popped tires. Finally, she looked into the innards of a car and she began breaking it down piece by piece.
The battery obviously holds electricity, and some pieces are reminiscent of a spaceship, so…
As she began to mentally list what's what the head mechanic looks on in suspicion.
A few minutes later, the head mechanic was in shock as Lala was using a hand to lift an entire engine while looking further into the innards of the car.
Once Lala went to report what she saw she blinked when she saw how everyone was looking at her but she ignored it. She has more cars to fix!
Joshua, meanwhile, was staring at the burner phone, suitcase in hand, waiting for something to happen as he walked around. In the end, he decided against standing up for much longer as he heads towards a corner store, buying a Gatorade to drink as he sat down on a bench in a random corner.
There was the ring of a bell, but Joshua kept his personal phone on vibrate, so it must have been the burner phone. Opening it with the flick of a wrist like in the movies while pushing down the excitement that comes with the action, Joshua sees it's a message.
[Lose the tail.]
Joshua froze for two reasons, at the thought of being tailed and the fact that the [first] instinct he had at reading that was to attempt to look behind himself to see it he has a tail.
Closing the phone, Joshua stood up, dropping the plastic cup into a trash can as he began to speedwalk away from his location.
How does he lose the guy? It's around one in the afternoon and-.
Joshua stops when he notices something. The street he was in is empty.
He quickly moved to a jog only to freeze. "Wh-What the-?"
His joints were stiff, they wouldn't move well. He slowed down and the stiffness was gone. He tested it out, slowly rolling his wrist as he took a step.
A gunshot rang out, the wind displacing behind him as he turned but found himself frozen as he moved. "Fuck! H-How-? Is this a [Stand]?"
The stiffness left him as he continued walking, taking deep, controlled breaths as [Hamon] coursed through his body.
It didn't stop the bullet from taking a chunk out of his side as he coughs, black [paint] splattering on the ground before it quickly became red from the blood as he glared. He couldn't turn or move above a certain speed or else his limbs would become stiff.
This wasn't a fight, it's a slaughter.
"Hmm, seems like he realized." An old man spoke, rolling his shoulders as he looked down the sight. Looking down at the young man struggling to get up. "My [Stand: Paso Del Gigante] only allows for people within its range to move a certain speed. If they go any higher, their joints will freeze up and if they attempt to move in that state it will lock them in that state forever."
He sighed, looking sadly though the scope, "Poor kid, probably tricked by Giorno like all the others. With luck, all I need to do is shoot off a leg before he'll be willing to give it up, along with the location of the pickup."
The old man watches as he hears a phone ring. "Yeah?" He said as the voice on the other end spoke. "No, it wasn't Mista, just some kid." The voice curses as he seems to think before continuing. "Yeah, I'll get the suitcase." He fired off one more hot and the teen rolled away at the last moment, the bullet ricocheting and instead piercing an arm, watching as a murky black material seems to fall from his arm like blood before actual blood fell a few seconds later. "Hold on, this might take a while, the kid might have a [Stand]. Though the ability to bleed ink for a few seconds before bleeding red is a bit-." He stopped when he saw the kid begin to crackle with yellow energy. If he was closer, he might have been able to hear Joshua breathe but he wasn't. "I think he can heal." He flinched, causing him to pull the trigger and instead hit a storefront as the teen that was crawling fell in shock. "Shit, gotta reload." The old man said under his breath as the man behind the call hung up
Meanwhile, Joshua breathes heavily as he drags himself behind a store as he groaned in pain. "Shit! Fuck!" His [Hamon] was already fixing what it could but to completely heal he'll need time and medical attention, two things he doesn't have.
He tries to peek and instead flinches when dust got in his eye when a bullet broke through the edge he was about to look through. "Fuck!" He rubs his eyes as he hisses at the pain from his side and arm. "Stabbed and shot all in the span of less than a day from each other. Is this the [Yuuki] luck or [Joestar] luck?"
"[Give me the case.]" A voice spoke from beside him as he reeled back away from the spectral figure standing in front of him.
The being was pseudo-human like, it had no legs and instead moved via treads. It's head was bald with a sort of goggle that had the word [Active] on it while it wore no clothes with a gray color to it as it seemed to simply stay still.
The burner phone rang and Joshua had to stop himself from quickly reaching into it and instead slowly reached into it before flipping it open.
[Don't give it to him. Hold off for ten minutes or reach this location.]
"Fucking shit." Joshua memorized the location and took a deep breath. Closing the phone and placing it in his pants as he turned to the [Stand]. It made no move and simply waited with an extended arm.
So he didn't move either. For four minutes neither side had any action, nor movement until the next hit.
A gunshot rang out and Joshua was flung forward as he bit his lips trying to keep his tears from revealing anything with a new hole on his shoulder as he curled up.
"[Give me the case.]" It spoke in a robotic voice, waiting as Joshua tried to keep his tears hidden as the black [paint] that spilled out became red to signify blood.
He was already feeling a bit delirious as he managed to stand up, the blood loss getting to his head as he tried to calculate the change in location.
Previously, the location would have been an hour walk, maybe thirty minutes if he went by bus if he could. Now, the location is a building a few minutes away.
He could wait, but that'd probably leave him worse-off, but that wasn't it. Giorno [trusted] him to deliver this. Sure, he might not have known about all of this, but Giorno wasn't someone he wanted to disappoint. So, he leaned on the wall as he thought for a bit.
Giorno… it's at the edge of his tongue, but there has to be a way out of this.
His eyes widen as he steps back, feeling ripples from the puddles of [paint] he left from his bleeding as a bullet breaks through the wall where he previously was.
His [paint]! He could control its attributes!
The old man bites his lip, the news he's getting not being very good as their group's assault on [Passione]'s groups being less than successful thanks to Mista's deviations, and if he's right, a girl's strength?
A man gulps as he looks at the pink-haired girl glaring at him, his [Stand] a flock of birds that can release a type of gas that can put humans and most animals to sleep. Except…
"Ora!" The girl yells as she throws an entire engine at a group as they scattered while she charged.
The girl couldn't have been human. That was the last thought as Lala punches his lights out.
Regardless, he has his part and he needs to succeed.
He reloads as he is about to look into the scope of his sniper but blinks when he notices a veritable river of black flowing from the teen's hiding spot as he wonders what's next.
His eyes widen, his mouth drops, and he leans forward, looking through the scope to make sure he's seeing right. "Th-The kid, he's…" He trails off as a laugh pops up from down the street as Joshua is sliding down the street, suitcase in hand. "He's [surfing] on the liquid! And he's barely moving, so [Paso Del Gigante] ability isn't working! Damn it!"
The liquid dissipates as Joshua passes it and he laughs, ignoring the pain as he simultaneously pushes and manipulates the [paint] under his feet to push him of around a curve as he surfs down the street, looking at his surroundings as he tries to find the location.
It was a housing complex a straight surf towards. Thankfully, they were in an incline so he didn't need to do much work.
Then he swallowed as he blinked, his throat...it was [dry].
It was strange, he's known he's used his [paint] for longer times and it wouldn't do anything. So what's the difference?
He looks down and sees the flood of [paint] come from his feet as it paints the street before it dissipates when he passes through.
Joshua realizes it a second later. "Do I get thirstier the more I use within a certain time?" Then another thing comes to mind, "Should I name this?"
He thinks on it, ignoring the pain as he surfs ahead. "Hmmm… Argh, nothing comes to mind, oh we-ah!?" He stops mid-sentence, his entire body jerked forward as his head pointed at the ground and his feet to the sky as he flew in the air for a second too late.
He yelps in pain as he hits the ground, landing on the die that was shot off as his breathing was interrupted and his [Hamon] dissipated. "Argh, fuck." At least he was in front of the location. He stood up, stumbling as drops of blood fell on the carpet of the empty housing complex as he stumbles into the elevator. "Is it [liquid] instead of water? Maybe focus?" The buttons begin to blur as he sways, holding onto the wall as he manages to push the right button.
Either he's out of the [Stand]'s range or he's not moving fast enough to have his joints stiffened, Joshua is thankful. "Fuck." Kind of.
Finally, he hobbles out of the elevator, suitcase in hand as a gunshot rang out. A second later, he fell to the floor. Tears falling freely as he cries and grits his teeth as [paint] no longer falls and is instead just pure blood pooling around him. "S-So, I have a li-limit of [paint] in me? Good to know."
He curls up for a second, cradling his leg befor laying his stomach on the ground as he used his singular arm and leg to drag himself forward. "I will accomplish this." He growls, a flame in his eyes as he continues dragging himself. "I will do it."
Finally, he's in front of the door as he forces himself to rise up and grab the doorknob, pushing it open as he drags himself in with a trail of blood as he looks up.
His heart sank as he saw the glint of a scope as the old man glares at Joshua through the scope. "And done. This has been a fine hunt."
Joshua glares as his consciousness begins to sink as his arm loses its strength as he tries to do something. [Paint] gathers around his face as he took a deep breath, [Hamon] coursing through it as a bubble begins to appear, energy coursing through it but it was too slow.
He could feel the ripple of the gunshot from his [paint] as he dragged himself forward, time slowing as he notices something strange.
The turtle he saw at the garage. His hand was touching it.
The bullet shot through his previous location as he felt his sense of space distort as he was absorbed into the turtle's body and fell onto a table, breaking it as he coughed when some of the splinters dug in.
"Joshua!" He heard someone yell but his eyes were only on Giorno, his hands on the carpeted floor as he forced himself up and walked towards Giorno, his eyes alight with a [Dark Determination]. Someone tried to stop him, probably Mista but he shook them off, stopping in front of Giorno as the two gazed into each other's eyes.
"Here. From-urgh!" His knees nearly gave in as he revealed the suitcase. "From Mr. Giovanna."
They stood in that position, neither one looking away from each other as Giorno accepted the suitcase with an amused smile. "Of course, give him my regards." His eyes then revealed something else. Respect.
Meanwhile, Giorno watched as the flames in his eyes died down as he closed his eyes, finally resting as Giorno couldn't stop the pang of guilt at watching someone this young this injured, though it'd be a bit hypocritical if he said it. That said, he saw something else, pride. A budding sense of pride that Giorno could tell Joshua hasn't felt much of.
Joshua was gaining an [identity] in this trip. Maybe once he figures himself out, his [Stand] will be able to materialize.
Standing up, Giorno materialized his [Stand: Golden Experience] before stepping closer. "Mista, I'll take care of this, tell Fugo he did a good job."
Meanwhile, the old man was sweating as he looks around the windows of the housing complex. "Shit, where is he!"
The old man was sure the young man's head was in the path of his bullet, but he disappeared before it hit. Yet, how? Could there be a different [Stand]?
Then he froze as he heard it. A snarl of hatred and disgust as he turns slowly. There, was a man wearing a two-piece suit with holes all over it, his eyes barely hiding the anger in them, though not like he could, his [Stand] was already revealing it all.
It was purple and white with a hat and a visor, its mouth stitched together as drool fell from its mouth as it snarled. "W-wait, wha-?"
"Your group should have picked a better time." The man said as the old man began to recognize him. "And you should have picked a better nest, imbecille!"
"F-Fugo Panacotta!" The old man yelled in shock as the [Stand] behind Fugo raised its arm.
"[Purple Haze]!" Fugo yelled as the [Stand] yelled before bringing its hand onto the wall, breaking one of the capsules on its fist as a smoke begins to pour out.
Then, six gunshots rang out along with cheering as the old man saw six figures close the window he was looking through as they stuck their tongue out, mocked him with their numbered heads. His panic rising as Fugo stepped out of the room, closing the door as Fugo held his back against it along with his [Stand]. Desperate cries and slams hit the door and wall as the old man tried to plead and escape.
Locked inside, the old man died in misery as a virus wracked his body as his [Stand] turned to dust.
Leaning out the window of the housing complex they were using, Mista clicks his tongue. "Dumbass." He muttered as he lowered his revolver and stepped into the complex and then neared the turtle as he was sucked in a second later.
On the couch was Joshua, his face scrunched up as his breathing barely changed since he left. "His [life energy], its being refined every time he breathes. It's healing him." Giorno explains as he sees crackles of energy jump from him. "So this is [Hamon]."
Mista hums, not really caring as he instead doggedly watches the young man. He turns to Giorno and smirks. "Almost like looking into a mirror."
Giorno simply rolls his eyes and sits down.
The group going after them was like any other, a bunch of [Stand] users trying to dethrone [Passione]. Though these were a lot more subtle than before, if Lala wasn't where she was or Joshua, things might have gone worse.
"Joshua!" Lala calls as she runs into the clinic. Running towards the room as Trish follows. Her heart beating a mile a minute as she reads the numbers on the doors. Her worry causing her to bite her lip as she stops in front of the door and forces it open.
There, on a bed, was Joshua, drinking a gatorade as he stops to stare at Lala. She says nothing as he lowers the drink and jerks his head upwards. "Hey Lala, how was you-why are you crying?" His normal greeting trailing off into worry as Lala's tears begin to fall, taking a moment to dry her eyes, she looks at Joshua, his expression worried as she smiles at the warm feeling in her heart.
Finally, she leapt at him, "Joshua!"
Only to swing as she was suspended in the air as a golden figure was holding her up and stopping her from getting closer. "Please, do not jump on the injured, he might be fine at the moment but he is still exhausted."
Tears still falling, Lala nods as she was put down before zooming towards Joshua and enveloping him in a hug as he grunts and chuckles while patting her back. "There, there."
While Lala hugged him, Trish jogged in. "Jeez, you're fast."
As he hugged Lala, he turned to Giorno, "So, how'd it go?"
Giorno looked away from his phone. "Well, Lala did well from what I've been told and you did your own job well considering the situation. So, here." In his hands were a pair of tickets. "These should get you to New York. The plane leaves in an hour, but we'll have someone drive you there. For now, this is goodbye, Joshua." He steps forward, extending a hand as Joshua held it in a firm handshake. "'Till we meet again."
Joshua nodded. "Same."
Lala looked up as Trish saddled up beside her. "Here," she passes Lala a piece of paper, "in case you want to talk."
Sniffling, Lala smiled, "Thanks."
"No problem." Trish said with a smile. "It's been a pleasure having you here."
With that, she waved as the others left. Leaving Lala and Joshua there as they took it all in. "God damn, this has been a trip and a half. And we're not even in America yet."
Lala simply giggles, "I'm kind of worried. This has been two days with you. I wonder how it's going to be now on?"
"I hope it goes well." Joshua sighs. "Well, I can move now, so let's get going."
"Wait." She stops him, hugging him once more. "Let me hold you like this a bit longer." She says, blushing as Joshua coughs, trying to hide his own embarrassment.
Meanwhile, Lala was confused at how much she enjoyed feeling Joshua's body against hers, her talk with Trish coming to mind as her face flushes completely.
Soon, the two were on a car on their way to the airport then onto a plane.
Finally, the two were on their way to America to find the [truth].
Meanwhile, the pilots and stewardesses, from the [Speedwagon Foundation], stressed over every little thing out of fear of being in a plane crash since hearing horror stories of [Joseph Joestar] and his horrible luck with planes after hearing how the young man aboard was on one flight and that flight has crashed.
A/N: Hello! I was supposed to write the fourth chapter of Spin me(Like a record Player), but I wrote this instead.
Also, imagine how terrifying Giorno must have been to the Italian politicians at the end of Vento Aureo, like this kid just becomes a capone at sixteen and he just pops in, changing nothing except not selling drugs to kids. Also how the previous capone was constantly hidden only for Giorno to pop up like he owned the damn country.
Also, IMPORTANT, I have two polls on my account. One of them is a one-shot of another TLR and Jojo crossover but with Yuuki Rito instead while the other is for this one in case anyone wants to see Haruna here.
Anyway, we have a few additions to Joshua's abilities and a new Stand. Also a more mature Lala.
Ability: Paint
User: Joshua (Joestar) Yuuki
Joshua can secrete a black liquid that varies from anywhere in his bodies. If he releases too much within a certain span of time he'll start feeling dehydrated but aside from that he can secrete as much as he wants. There's also a certain amount of paint within his body that usually comes out instead of blood at first.
Stand: Paso Del Gigante(Giant's Step)
Musical Reference: El Paso del Gigante-Grupo Sonador
User: Old Man
Power: None
Speed: None
Range: A
Staying: A
Precision: A
Potential: C
Ability: Paso del Gigante is a Stand that follows a person and stiffens joints that go above a certain speed. If they continue to try, their muscles will lock up, trapping them forever.
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