Apparently, he was an artist like his mother, who wanted more people than just the ones who came to his mother's gallery to see the art he created. I guess I should probably take a look at what he's done, Rohan mused. Even if it was just to satisfy his own curiosity, before he sent the boy away with instructions not to bother him again.

Opening the portfolio, however, revealed a rather beautiful rendering of a lake; Rohan almost found himself expecting to be able to reach down into the shining, painted water of the first page he was looking at. The feel of hardwood under his fingers, when he actually did find himself instinctively reaching down for one of the painted rocks at the bottom of the lake, came as a rather startling surprise. Naturally, someone who could capture reality this well so young had to have something worthy of reading in their memories.

Making his way back over to the chair where he'd sat the little boy down, Rohan began paging through the memories that Heaven's Door had revealed to him. Apparently, the boy had inherited his artistic temperament from his mother, who sounded as though she was a rather interesting person, as well. However, the main point that stood out to him was the new knowledge that he was being presented with.

Apparently, the ability he had been granted some time ago was known as a Stand to those who studied them, and there apparently were those who studied Stands. An organization that Tenmei-kun's father Noriaki worked for: the Speedwagon Foundation. Paging through the rest of Tenmei-kun's recent memories – Rohan was hardly going to hurry, since he was going to have easy access to Tenmei-kun and his memories for a long time to come – Rohan Kishibe found himself more inspired than he had been in quite some time.

He knew just what kind of gift he was going to give Tenmei-kun.

Making his way back over to his desk, Rohan picked up a pen and made his way back over to where Tenmei-kun had been settled down while he'd been reading the memories Heaven's Door granted him access to.

"All right, Tenmei-kun, you can be my assistant," he said, smiling softly as he put his pen to the paper that Heaven's Door had revealed for him.

First, of course, was the rule that all proper manga-ka abided by: I am prepared to give my life for Pink Dark Boy. The second was just to be certain, since he'd never really worked with anyone else: I will listen to and obey the manga-ka Rohan Kishibe, like a good assistant. The third was the present he'd intended to give the boy, once he'd found out just how much inspiration he was going to have, now that Tenmei-kun was going to be working for him: I will manifest a Stand just like my father's Hierophant Green.

Given how excited Tenmei-kun had been, the first time he'd been able to catch a glimpse of even the slightest outline of his father's Stand, Rohan was certain that he'd be pleased with the present that he'd been given. It must have been so frustrating for him, only being able to see a distortion in the air – and later, what his memories had elegantly described as a figure made of what looked like the finest, clearest glass – but also being told about the kinds of things that his mother and father were capable of with their own Stands.

Tenmei-kun was clearly more interested in his father's Stand than his mother's, so he'd be all the more pleased to have a Stand like his.

Closing up the book that Heaven's Door had allowed him to open, Rohan watched with interest as Tenmei-kun's eyes flashed a dull, greenish-white, the Stand that he'd given his assistant bursting free from his body as Tenmei-kun threw his head back in what seemed to be some strange sort of reflex. The Stand that rose from his body was as green as its name seemed to suggest, but what struck him was the body structure of the Stand.

Nothing about how it appeared seemed to give the slightest hint as to what it was capable of; Rohan wondered if that held true for every Stand, and he also looked forward to finding out.

=DiU=

After sending out a small reconnaissance force from Bad Company, Keicho found himself once again with more free time than he suspected the school staff would appreciate. Still, he'd already completed his work, as meticulously as he ever had, and now he found himself facing a rather annoying development. It seemed as though one of his helicopters had been spotted. True, such a thing did signify the presence of another Stand user in close proximity to the school – if not inside it as a fellow student – but the simple fact that he'd been unaware of such a development beforehand was troublesome.

If there was anything Keicho truly detested, it was not being in possession of the full facts of any situation.

Narrowing his eyes as he tracked down the source of his current frustration, Keicho back-traced the path of Bad Company's helicopter to one of his fellow students. It seemed as though the Stand user was indeed one of his fellow students; one with a rather distinctive hairstyle, he noted. Signaling for his helicopter to return to his position, Keicho narrowed his eyes as he watched the unknown student – who turned out to be Josuke Higashikata, someone he hadn't had that many interactions with – turn and follow his helicopter.

Folding his arms loosely behind his back, Keicho made his way over to one of the benches so that he could sit down while he and Josuke spoke to each other. Settling down on a nearby bench, Keicho waited for Josuke to make his own way over to where he was seated.

"Higashikata-san," he said, as his classmate made his way over to the bench.

=DiU=

Making his way into the room that he'd given to Tenmei-kun while his new assistant stayed with him, Rohan found himself frowning thoughtfully as he watched the boy going about his work.

"Tenmei-kun, I read in your file that you were ambidextrous, so why aren't you using both of your arms for this?" he asked, making his way over to put his right hand on top of Tenmei-kun's head.

"I've kind of gotten out of the habit of that, since there isn't that much furniture around here that's designed for left-handed people," Tenmei-kun said, and Rohan found himself rather annoyed.

This time with himself, since he hadn't bothered to think about the implications of what Tenmei-kun was actually capable of. Looking over the table where Tenmei-kun was sitting, Rohan made a note on the pad that he carried for whenever he had ideas when he was outside of his own home, Rohan turned and left Tenmei-kun's room. Before he could order Tenmei-kun to use the other arm that he would otherwise lose the comparatively rare talent of being able to use while he worked, Rohan could clearly see that he would need to pick up some new furniture.

It was more than a little annoying, but he supposed that this was the price of having someone else working for him.

=DiU=

Looking back at all of the people, going about their lives in the park where he'd stopped to people-watch for a bit, Noriaki found himself more than a little curious about just what kind of Stand users lived in this place. Morioh seemed to be the most normal kind of place, which was more than a little funny considering how many Stand users were reputed to live in the town, but then again Stand users were just as human as everyone else. For the most part, anyway, since Noriaki had met a few Stand users who weren't actually human.

Alice Brando, her brother Dio, Iggy, and Dio's pet bird Pet Shop were the first of those who came to mind, of course.

Turning his attention back to the report that he was composing, Noriaki looked up and smiled as Jotaro settled himself down at the table as well, his old friend carrying a coffee and a cherry soda.

"Kind of a boring place," Jotaro said, looking around at the little park just off from the cute café that the both of them had found during their trip through the little town.

"I guess," he said, chuckling softly. "Still, maybe these people don't have much of an appetite for the kind of excitement that you like so much," he said, feeling more than a little amused.

Really, Jotaro Kujo was honestly the most contradictory sort of person that Noriaki had ever met in his life; passionate about a job that had required so many years of intense study, but with a need for excitement that had driven him to volunteer as a freelance agent for the Speedwagon Foundation, with the caveat that he be on the front-lines whenever one of their field agents ran into an enemy Stand user. Which, given that Stand users all had the same variability as anyone else in the world, was indeed something that came up every once in awhile.

Something he knew Jotaro could hardly have been more pleased by.

"The hell're you?" Jotaro demanded, and Noriaki almost found himself palming his face by pure reflex.

More than a few times, he'd found himself wondering if Jotaro's abrasive personality was a direct contributor to the number of battles that the pair of them had participated in; somehow, he had the feeling that that kind of thing would end up being more true than he'd have ever wanted it to be.

"Good afternoon," he said, turning to look over at whoever it was who had just come up to their table to talk.

"Yeah, hi," said a boy who seemed to be on the shorter side, with what seemed to be nearly the same hairstyle as Josuke-kun. "Uh- Well," the boy said, eyes darting over to Jotaro; Noriaki could practically feel his old friend's glare boring into the newcomer. "Y'see, my name is Tamami Kobayashi, and I was wonderin'-"

"No," Jotaro cut in, before Kobayashi-san could say anything else. "Now fuck off."

"Jotaro," he groaned, palming his face as Jotaro stood up from their table, glaring down at Kobayashi-san like a human monolith. "I'm sorry about this, Kobayashi-san," Noriaki said, reaching out so he could help the young man up from where he'd fallen when he'd found himself the target of Jotaro and his terrifying glare.

"Yeah, hangin' out with such a scary guy," Kobayashi-san said, turning to him with a distinctly uncomfortable expression on his face. "Don't you feel bad about that?"

Noriaki found himself laughing softly. "Well, that's just how Jotaro is," he said, rubbing the back of his head; really, the awkward situations he got into when he and Jotaro found themselves working together was one thing he could have easily done without. "I've known him for so long, I've pretty much gotten used to this kind of thing."

"Oi, bastard, what the hell are you trying to do with your Stand?" he heard Jotaro demand.

"He's a Stand user?" Noriaki asked, turning back to Jotaro, and then looking back over at Kobayashi-san.

"Uh, well, that is-"

Given the sheer discomfort on Kobayashi-san's face, Noriaki was almost expecting it when the young man tried to run from them; he was also fully expecting it when Jotaro sent out Star Platinum to fetch him.

"All right, all right!" Kobayashi-san exclaimed, as soon as Star Platinum had dropped him by the side of their table. "I'm sorry, boss! I didn't know you were such a great guy! Really! I really respect ya!"

Holding his napkin up to his mouth, Noriaki tried to keep himself from bursting into outright laughter.

=DiU=

After having spoken to Higashikata-san, Keicho found himself getting more of a feel for the guy than he would have if he'd just been chatting casually with his classmate; he'd never been one for small talk, anyway.

"So, that's why you had your Stand out," Higashikata-san said, looking over at him with a rather interested expression on his face. "You're looking for a babysitter for your little brother? Why didn't you take out a classified ad, or something?"

He scoffed. "Classified ads wouldn't tell me who I could really trust. Only another Stand user would be able to handle this job."

"So, what, is your little brother a Stand user too, or something?" Higashikata-san asked, turning to him with an incredulous expression on his face.

"Yes. Unfortunately, Okuyasu is too naïve to really survive on his own; he really is just like a little kid," he said, turning so that he could determine if anyone else was approaching their position while at the same time determining just how Higashikata-san would react to what he was saying.

"So, you want me to come over to your house to meet him, or something?" Higashikata-san asked, seeming as though he was actually prepared to do what he was suggesting.

"First, I would like to know what your own Stand is capable of," he said, turning to face Higashikata-san.

This would be the deciding factor; not only would finding out the nature of Higashikata-san's Stand help him to determine something of his classmate's character, he would also find out just where it was that Higashikata-san would fit into the plans that he was making. Whether he would be best suited looking after a naïve fool like Okuyasu, or if he should tell his classmate about his plans to join Blackwatch and thus bring him in, as well. After all, he'd found out something of the nature of Blackwatch's structure from his conversations with Harper-san.

Blackwatch agents operated out of cells, with their handlers being their only connection to Brando International; if they themselves didn't choose to join up with the company.

=DiU=

"Wow, Uncle Ryohei, you've really been everywhere in this town?"

Laughing softly at the cheerful little boy who'd wanted to come with him on patrol, Ryohei Higashikata reached down to ruffle the boy's hair as the pair of them continued on their way through the town. "Well, this place isn't such a big town, so it's probably not as impressive as that would've been, but I have been pretty much everywhere in Morioh, Ichigo-chan."

Ichigo-chan – Ichigo Kakyoin, who he'd met back when his son was introducing the parts of their family that Ryohei had found himself wondering about nearly ever since Josuke had been born – was really the most adorable little boy that he'd had the chance to meet in quite some time. Not that Jolyne-chan wasn't just as cute in her own way, but living with someone like Jotaro – Josuke's nephew, which was just as strange to think about as it had been the first time that he'd heard it – seemed to have caused her to grow up a lot faster than most people her age usually did. Or maybe it was just that Jolyne-chan was just naturally grown up.

Either way, it was just that much more fun spending time with Ichigo-chan.

Once he'd finished with his patrol for the day and was able to head back home, Ryohei found himself thinking back on what he'd learned about the man who'd been so negligent that he'd not only failed to take responsibility for the son he'd had with Tomoko-chan, he'd also cheated on the woman who'd already been married to him. Still, it wasn't as though he could blame Jotaro-san for anything, since not only was Jotaro-san fairly unimpressed with his grandfather in general, he'd also been fairly understanding of Ryohei's feelings on the matter.

Being a father himself, it was clear just why Jotaro felt that way.

Smiling as he made his way back into the house, Ryohei caught sight of Noriaki-san setting the table for dinner. Once he was close enough to see Noriaki-san's face, however, he saw that there was something clearly troubling him.

"What's wrong, Kakyoin-san?" he asked, once he'd made his way over to the table and Noriaki-san had finished setting the table for the meal that they were all about to have for the evening.

"I think Tenmei-chan managed to make contact with that manga-ka he was so interested in working with, but I haven't heard from him since he left," Noriaki-san said, sighing softly as he sat down at the table, looking up briefly at Ryohei as he slumped down in the nearest available chair.

"Ah, so that's it," he said, settling himself down in the chair next to Noriaki-san, so that he could be there for the other man.

Having three fathers in the same house, each of them having brought their own children to stay with them, was an experience that Ryohei hadn't ever expected to have. And, even given the clear friendship that existed between Noriaki-san and Jotaro-san, it didn't seem as though Jotaro-san was the kind of person to share much besides an unspoken closeness with those he cared about. So, as he, his daughter, and all of their guests settled down to have dinner together, Ryohei kept an eye on how Noriaki-san was doing.

If Tomoko-chan had slipped out of contact with him, he'd have been just as worried about her as Noriaki-san was about his son, and Tomoko-chan was a grown woman, not a little boy the way that Tenmei-kun was.

=DiU=

"All right, Tenmei-kun, time for dinner," he said, pausing in the doorway for a moment to observe Tenmei-kun at work, before making his way into Tenmei-kun's room so that he could deliver the food he'd prepared for his loyal assistant. "Eat it and clean up, before you go back to work."

"Yes, boss," Tenmei-kun said, nodding as he got up to take the tray with him over to the chair and table that he'd set up for just that kind of an occasion, once it'd become clear that he and Tenmei-kun would be working together. "Thank you very much."

"Come to my office when you're finished eating," he said, after a moment of consideration.

There wouldn't be much of a point in keeping Tenmei-kun around, if he wasn't going to make use of the memories that Heaven's Door had allowed him to gain access to, after all.

After he'd gotten Tenmei-kun's promise to come to his office, Rohan made his way back to where his own meal was waiting for him. Finishing his food as quickly as he could, so that he would be able to gather his notebook and his pens in order to record the memories that he'd been given access to before Tenmei-kun was finished with his own meal. Smiling as his assistant made his way into his office for the second time that day, Rohan directed him to sit down on the other swivel-chair that he'd brought over to stand beside his desk for just the occasion.

"You're very prompt, Tenmei-kun," he said, knowing from his research he'd done that the boy responded well to compliments.

"Thank you, boss," Tenmei-kun said, as he settled down in the chair, taking the manuscript that Rohan had just finished work on and began reading it.

Opening the book that Heaven's Door revealed to him once more, Rohan carefully set aside the manuscript, grabbed his notebook, and began meticulously reading the memories that Tenmei-kun had offered to share with him in return for the opportunity to demonstrate his skills as an artist. And, even though Tenmei-kun's art was more suited for putting in art books or hanging in galleries – a great deal like his mother's, in fact – his memories would give Rohan everything he needed to improve Pink Dark Boy all the more.

=DiU=

Following Nijimura-san back to his house, Josuke found that the guy really did live in his neighborhood. It wasn't quite something he'd paid much attention to, considering the fact that he'd figured neither of them really had anything in common. Still, given that the both of them were Stand users, he figured that that was at least one thing that the both of them could talk about. Right now, though, he was going to see about this babysitting job that Nijimura-san had asked him to look into.

"Come on, let's go meet this little brother of yours," he said, as Nijimura-san paused for a moment in front of his door.

"Of course," Nijimura-san said, nodding. "Dad should be out, if not at work than at the bar with his coworkers; he won't be home until Okuyasu and I are basically in bed."

The pair of them made their way up the stairs and though the front door, and Josuke found himself wondering if basically never getting to see their Dad was why Nijimura-san was so cold to pretty much everyone. He also wondered just what Nijimura-san's little brother was going to be like, and how much he was going to have to do to take care of the kid. He hoped Nijimura-chan wouldn't end up being some little toddler, or a baby or something, since he wasn't that good with little kids.

"Okuyasu, I've brought someone to meet you," Nijimura-san said, as the pair of them made their way deeper into the house, up the staircase, and over to a pair of doors on the left-hand side of the hallway. "Okuyasu!"

"Bro, it's good ta see ya again!"

The hell-?! "This guy is my age," he snapped, turning his attention to Nijimura-san, feeling more than a little annoyed to have been called to potentially babysit a guy as old as he was. "I thought you said you needed a babysitter."

"You can think of it as being his companion, if you like," Nijimura-san said, turning to him with the same, annoyed look that he'd seen so many times before while the pair of them had been speaking. "But, Okuyasu is basically a little kid; he's too naïve to survive in the world as it is, so he needs someone to look after him while I work."

"Yeah!" Okuyasu exclaimed, grinning widely in a way that almost did make him look like a little kid. "Bro's trying to join up with Blackwatch! He's even managed-"

"Okuyasu!" Nijimura-san snapped.

Josuke was starting to understand why Nijimura-san had compared his younger brother to a little kid, but there were just some things that he couldn't leave alone; not once he'd heard about it, anyway.

"The hell is Blackwatch?" he asked, folding his arms and turning to Nijimura-san again, feeling both curious and more than a little annoyed.

Of course, judging by the look on Nijimura-san's face, he got the feeling that he wasn't nearly as annoyed with him as Nijimura-san was with his younger brother.

"They're under the command of Jack Harper, and their purpose is to safeguard society from the shadows," Nijimura-san said, after a scathing glare at his little brother, who backed up a few steps under the sheer force of it. "I'd been hoping to form a cell of my own, so that I would be able to join them, but you can see why I need someone to look after Okuyasu."

"Yeah, but I don't see why you told me you needed a babysitter," he grumbled, frowning at Nijimura-san, as the pair of them continued their conversation.

"I suppose," Nijimura-san said, turning to look out the window. "Still, it's getting late; you should probably head back to your house before Dad comes back."

"Yeah. I'll talk to you later," he said, turning to make his way out of the Nijimura household. "Have a nice night."

There was still the question of just what in the hell Blackwatch really was, since the explanation that Nijimura-san had given him had been the barest of bare-bones explanations. Still, the thought of protecting people – even if it was from the shadows like these Blackwatch guys were doing – was a pretty great one. Those were the kinds of thoughts that'd been steadily pushing him towards joining Mom's Gramps in the police.

Still, whenever he'd hear Gramps complaining about all the paperwork and bureaucracy, he'd find himself wishing there was another option for him.