OKKO3 Requiem: Don't worry, I wasn't offended. If anything, you have me a good opportunity to explain man how I was handling Jotaro.
CoolK: I'm definitely going to be using your ideas. Not only are they good, but because I just really like connecting with my audience. It makes it feel like we are creating something together. So if anyone else has stand or story ideas, feel free to give your opinions!
TheCommonCold: I might do that. It depends on the whether I like the endings or not.
Coco Jumbo: Kyoka will be popping off a LOT. She's a badass, through and through. As for Mirio, well you're in luck!
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The Detective rummaged around in a file cabinet, looking for answers.
He was currently at the Yakuza headquarters, where the woman who talked to him earlier was frequently visiting. Why a seemingly normal middle-aged woman was throwing in with one of the most powerful crime syndicates of Japan, the Detective had no idea.
But he couldn't help but feel as though it might be important.
The Detective sighed, glancing at the door before turning back to his search. Why was he worried about being caught? It wasn't like they could kill him again. Maybe he was paranoid in his past life?
No matter. The Detective's hand paused over a file named: Eri. Eri sounded like a name...The Detective pulled out the file and began to flip through the pages, before coming to a photo.
The photo was of a little girl, her hair was a bright shade of white, and she had a little horn on the right side of her head. Her red eyes had a...somber look to them, a great sadness that thawed the Detective's frozen heart. Why did the Yakuza have a file on a little girl? Why did she have the eyes of a war veteran?
The Detective was going to read into it more, when the doorknob began to rattle. Thinking quickly, he scaled the file cabinet and went into the ventilation system, Eri's file safe in his arms.
The same little girl that the Detective saw in the file ran into the room and slammed the door shut. She hid in the corner, and he could hear quiet, broken sobs coming from her small form. The Detective quickly flipped through the file, he needed context.
Test Subject: Eri
Eri possesses a quirk that can rewind things, like people. She accidentally rewound her father out of existence when her quirk manifested itself, and she's been having trouble controlling it ever since.
Her quirk could be used to erase a quirk, she could be the key to preventing quirks from becoming too powerful for humans to handle. I have begun to experiment with her body, and I think I'm close to a breakthrough...
The Detective instinctively recoiled as he found a picture of the girl getting cut open. They were tearing her apart and putting her back together again, all to make bullets that could erase quirks...
What a miserable existance.
A sharp rap on the door, and Eri shriveled deeper into the corner. "Eri? Are you in there?" A familiar, female voice said through the door. The door opened, and the woman that the Detective talked to earlier came through and approached the little girl. "Eri...listen, I know you're scared, it must hurt a lot, doesn't it?"
Eri nodded as the woman continued. "Well, we're trying to help people sweety. It may hurt now, but once we've saved everyone, it will be over! You are doing a very brave thing, going into that lab with Kai."
"B-but h-he doesn't stop. H-he just keeps cutting...S-Susan I'm scared."
The woman, Susan, knelt down and patted Eri on the head. "I know hon, I'm trying my best, but your father is the boss. Just...it's best to listen to him for now."
"Y-you want me to go back. You're only being nice to try and trick me."
SMACK!
The Detective's eyes narrowed in disbelief as Susan slapped Eri across the face, hard. "DON'T EVER ACCUSE ME OF SOMETHING LIKE THAT AGAIN YOU FU-" Susan took a deep breath as calmed down, but it was too late. The child was on the floor, heaving with heartbroken sobs as she crawled on all fours back to the corner.
"Look Eri, I'm sorry. You pushed a button and I snapped, I'm sorry I hit you."
"G-go away."
Susan's face once again contorted into fury, as she walked over and seized Eri by the shirt and lifted her over her head. "Don't be disrespectful. I'm the only person around here who actually cares about you, so you should at least be grateful for that. Now, you're going back to Kai, whether you like it or not."
"NO! PLEASE!" Susan marched out of the room with the screaming child. Eri's fingers caught on the doorframe as she desperately tried to escape. "I DON'T WANNA GO BACK! I DON'T-"
"YOU'LL DO AS YOU'RE FUCKING TOLD!" Susan yanked the child out of sight, but the Detective could still hear her screams echoing through the building.
The Detective was mortified by what he had just witnessed, what he had just discovered. He had done bad things in life, he knew that, but he was pretty sure it was never to this extent. How could humanity sink this low?
The Detective slipped the file into his coat. He had to stop this. He didn't know how, but he would. This wasn't mere murder, this was torture, the prolonging of suffering, and to a girl so young...
He couldn't do it alone, that was for sure, but he couldn't just sit back and watch. He needed allies, but who would listen to a dead man?
Either way, he had officially opened a new case.
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Susan sighed as she sat down at her new desk, overridden with guilt.
The way that little girl looked at her...it was the same way Johnny used to. The same look of betrayal, it really pissed her off.
Susan had time on her hands, a lot of it. During that time, she reevaluated herself, and came to a few conclusions:
1. She failed her son. Sure, he came out of the womb a murderer, but she could have taught him better. Maybe he would've been more regretful, more obedient, if she had taught him right from wrong. Maybe he wouldn't have turned into the villain he is today.
2. She loved him. She did. Even after all the bad blood between her and Johnny, part of her still loves him. A son is a son, and you can't change that. The thought of having to kill him brought tears to her eyes.
3. She had to put him down. He was a danger to the family, and to her daughter. It wasn't too late to save Jotaro and Jolyne, but she would have to do the hardest thing she ever thought she would have to do. But she was ready.
4. That girl, the one with the ears, the one that was defending his non-existent honor...maybe she wasn't above saving either. She was just another victim of Johnny's manipulation, suffering under the delusion that he loves her. Maybe if she exposed Johnny for what he really was, this girl could be freed.
5. She would save Eri. Eri was like Johnny, murdering her father at such a young age, but this time she would do it right. She would teach her, mentor her, Eri would become her second daughter. She would become Mrs. Jotaro Kujo again, and she would love the rest of her life in peace. Who knows? Maybe she would get to meet her grandchildren? First, she would have to get her away from Chisaki...
Either way, Johnny had to go. Not because she hated him, but because she loved him. He was like a beloved pet that got rabies, despite how much you care for them, you have to put them down for their own good. She would finally end her son's suffering, and maybe he would finally find peace.
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"And there you go Ma'am! Your new name!"
Jolyne looked down at the paper and smiled. Jolyne Kujo...it felt right. She honestly should have changed it back a long time ago, but part of her was still hoping their family could be together again.
However, with recent events taken into account, she realized that it already was. Susan wasn't a part of the family, not in the slightest. She took the paper and gave the man at the desk a smile as she made her way out of the building and to the bus stop.
Today, she was going buy Jotaro lunch and visit him at work, just to show her appreciation for him. Bless him, he was really giving this dad thing a shot, and in Jolyne's opinion he was doing great.
Sure, he tried to sabotage Johnny's reentry into U.A, but he did it out of love. And he was getting better at expressing himself, at least to family anyway.
Jolyne got into her car and fastened her seatbelt. Jotaro actually got her a car too, which is actually pretty funny considering her prior history with them. Besides, she wasn't Joseph, it wasn't like every time she got in a car, something bad would happ-
A loud thud was heard as two boot-shaped indents appeared on the top of her car. Me and my big mouth.
An upside down face appeared on her windshield, and Jolyne shuddered. A fucking clown, fantastic. One of Jolyne's most kept secrets was that she was terrified of clowns.
"Jolyne Kujo! Santana really doesn't like you!" The clown shouted out as his hand began to stretch into the car through the open window. Nope.
Jolyne bolted out of the car, kicking off the door as though it was made of butter, and whirled around to face her disturbing opponent. The clown began cackling, and his fat body rolled off of the car before coming to a stop right in front of Jolyne. "I'm Stretch the Clown! My quirk, Putty, allows me to streeeeeeeetch! Can you stretch like me? LET'S FIND OUT! "
The clown's stubby legs suddenly turned long, and soon the clown's bulbous body towered over her, while his yellow teeth grinned down at her with malicious intent.
Jolyne did what anyone else would do.
She had Stone Free punch him in the balls and ran like a little bitch.
Nope nope nope nope nope nope nope nope nope! Jolyne thought to herself as she bolted away from the clown, who was currently emitting a high-pitched squeal. The clown hunched over and folded his limbs into his fat body, and he began rolling after Jolyne as if she was Indiana Jones. OH FUCK! Jolyne thought to herself as she turned a portion of her arm into string, and shot her hand up onto a roof of a building. Jolyne began swinging from building to building, trying to outrun the giant bouncing ball that was pursuing her.
Imagine, after all the shit I went through in prison, and I die to a clown.
Jolyne swung onto a street all and turned her body mid-swing, Stone Free materializing in front of her with it's fists out in a defensive position. The ball hurtled towards her with the speed of a freight train, but Jolyne was ready.
"ORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORA!" She cried as her stand's fists smashed into the incoming projectile. Stretch squealed like a pig as he was blown away by the sheer force of the beatdown, his giant form smashing into the side of a building.
You might be scary as fuck, but I'm still stronger than you.
Then Stretch began to get up, cackling like before. He took the blood coming from his nose and painted a smile on his face with it. Creepy.
Stretch began galloping towards her on all fours, laughing the whole way there. Jolyne lept into the air, and the clown stretched after her, grabbing onto her leg. "I can also stretch my teeth." The clown said as his yellow teeth became long, disgusting fangs. He opened his mouth to take a bite out of Jolyne's calf, but she had turned it into string, so he bit down on nothing. The clown began sucking on the string as if it were a spaghetti noodle. Her whole body began to unravel as she slipped through the clown's fingers and his teeth, going right into his mouth.
Part of me is already in there...ugh, I can't believe I'm doing this.
The clown began to gag on the string, and he clutched at his throat. Jolyne had clogged his windpipe, cutting off the monstrous clown's air flow. The villain began to turn a dark shade of blue, and he began frothing at the mouth, before he finally fell to the ground.
Jolyne slowly crawled out of his mouth, and proceeded to vomit onto the street. "What...HAVE YOU BEEN EATING?!" Jolyne yelled at her defeated enemy before rolling onto her back and staring up into the sky.
"Hey, are you alright?" A voice said from behind her. Jolyne pointed to the puddle of bike she had just left. "Does it look like I'm alright? I was just eaten by a clown!" The voice laughed as a blonde man with bright blue eyes looked down at her. His hair was spiked up in the front, and he was wearing a hero costume with a red cape, and the number 1 million on his chest. The man offered a hand, and Jolyne reluctantly took it.
"I was about to intervene, but it looks like you had it under control...sort of. You're Johnny Kujo's sister, right?"
"Yeah, you know him?"
"I fought him today! I'm Mirio Togata, but my hero name is LeMillion! I'm a third-year at U.A, one of the Big Three. I was called in by Aizawa to help teach Class 1A about hero work, and he was one of the few that caught me off guard."
"Johnny's pretty clever, so that isn't very surprising to me. What happened?"
"Well..."
...
Kyoka screetched and covered her eyes as Mirio Togata's naked body hovered menacingly over her head.
"Johnny, he just exposed himself to your girl!" Gyro hissed in his friend's ear.
"I know, look at her face!" Johnny was trying to stop himself from laughing. "Why are you laughing? Kyoka just got a face-full of-"
"Relax, it's just a side effect of his quirk. He doesn't mean anything by it."
"You really aren't the territorial type, huh?"
"I'm the rational type, Gyro. He isn't doing it to be creepy, so I'm fine with it."
"I'm glad you're so understanding!" Mirio popped out of the ground beside them, and the two immediately attacked. Mirio's eyes widened slightly as Tusk's fist went through his head. They were ready to attack in an instant...almost as if they were experienced...
"ORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORA!" Johnny cried as his stand began punching through Mirio's intangible body. Gyro flanked the upperclassman, readying two steel balls as he began to rotate them in opposite directions, just as he had when fighting Chocolate DISCO. With the air flow distorted, Mirio was now seeing double.
These guys ARE experienced! They must have been out in the field, somehow.
"JoJo, why are you attacking? You can't touch him, so what's the point?!" Mineta cried from the ground, holding his stomach.
"I don't need to, grape-head. As long as I keep punching, he won't be able to become solid again, otherwise he would be beaten down."
"And even if he escapes, he won't be able to tell fact from fiction!" Gyro said. "He's seeing copies of me and Johnny as we speak! So we've decreased the chances of him hitting us!"
"I'm impressed!" Mirio said. "You two are good, really good! And here I thought I'd be fighting rookies! However..."
Mirio popped back into the ground and emerged about 50 meters behind Gyro. He quickly took out Uraraka with a swift punch to the stomach, before coming back and emerging right in front of Gyro.
"WHA-"
Mirio punched the Italian right in the jaw and swiveled around to kick Johnny in the chest, sending the two flying in opposite directions. "You guys work really well together, and distorting my vision like that was a brilliant idea, but once I went out of your range, I could see you clear as day. Still, you two are different..."
Mirio then proceeded to wreck the last of the class.
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"Yeah...so, has your brother been in the field before? Because he and Zeppeli definitely came the closest, and they had the synergy of two people who have been working together for years."
Jolyne's face saddened. "He's...been through more than most. I'm probably not allowed to tell you everything, but he has more experience than most pros."
Mirio nodded thoughtfully. "Well, I've heard a lot of good things about your family, so I guess that doesn't come as much of a surprise. Still..." Mirio looked Jolyne over. "Do you need a ride home or something? You're kind of a mess..."
Jolyne smirked. "I'm fine, like my brother, I've been through worse. Once I had to wear the dead body of a rat, and-"
Mirio looked dumbfounded, so Jolyne decided that could be a story for another time. "Sorry, I don't really have a filter...what IS my life?"
"Well, it certainly sounds interesting." Mirio responded, rubbing the back of his head. "I've got to go, Sir Nighteye wants me to come back to headquarters, but it was really nice meeting you!"
Mirio offered his hand.
"Ditto." Jolyne took it and gave it a firm shake. She watched as the U.A student phased into the ground.
Mirio Togata, huh? Interesting guy. Wierd, but interesting.
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Johnny yawned as he flipped through the channels on the T.V. There was absolutely nothing on, and he was still recovering from the ass-kicking that Mirio had given him.
"Hey JoJo." Kyoka said as she sat next to him.
"Hi."
"Are you ready for the internship with Mr. Josuke?"
Johnny snorted. "Yeah, you know you can just call him Josuke, right? He isn't exactly the most formal guy out there."
Kyoka sighed. "I know, I'm just trying to be polite, that's all. Where is Gyro going?"
"He's actually going with Gramps."
"Mr. Joestar?"
Johnny nodded. "He's flying in from America, because of...you know who...so Gyro figured that he could learn a lot from the old man."
"Makes sense...I've got another question."
"Hit me."
"So...are you busy th-"
A loud scraping sound from outside broke Kyoka's line of thought as the two went to the window and peered out. Jolyne was driving her wrecked car up to the dorms, and the back was scraping against the pavement, creating sparks.
Jolyne stopped the car and got out of the side with no door. Her signature buns were unraveled, revealing her long hair, and she was covered in dirt and grime. But most importantly, she looked pissed.
"What the hell happened to her?" Johnny wondered as his sister stomped up to the door.
"No idea, maybe she got into an accident?"
"Well, she's certainly not clowning around."