CoolK: I might, still not sure about killing people off, I might end up getting attached to the side characters too.

TheSBRDude: It is scary how accurate you are sometimes.

Kosaku Valentine: I wanted to give her a genuine reason. She's a human being, she has a reason to be a shitty person. Is she right? No, she's delusional, and a danger to others. The loss of her child broke her, and there will be a reason as to why she blames Johnny coming in a later chapter.

AshenOne: Thank you! As for your stand...I may or may not use it VERY soon.

Tengoku21: You know, I've been thinking of giving those two love interests, but I just don't have a clue as to who it would be. Anasui is a bit of a creep, and he's the only member of the Stone Ocean gang that actually committed a serious crime. I think if he did show up, he would probably be the comedic relief.

As for Midnight, she's ten years younger than Jotaro. While they are both adults, I'm not sure a relationship between the two would work out, but if someone disagrees feel free to let me know!

All in all, I'm not to sure what to do with those two yet. I think Jotaro should definitely get a second chance at love, if anyone has an idea feel free to comment!

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Gyro scowled, holding a piece of paper in his hands, trying to decide whether to read it or not.

To: Gyro Zeppeli

From: Gregorio Zeppeli

He didn't want to read it. Why would he? It would just be a 4-page essay on how Gyro was making a bad life decision, and how he was failing him. It would only serve to piss him off.

Gyro left his room, passing by his massive stuffed bear and patting it on the head, and made his way down to the common room. He needed something to drink.

"Good morning Gyro, is something wrong?"

Gyro turned his head to see Momo in the kitchen area with a concerned look on her face. "I'm that obvious, huh?"

"You're sulking, you never sulk."

Gyro chuckled and shook his head. "Letter from my father...put me in a bad mood."

"Oh...what did it say?"

"I didn't read it. I already knew what was inside."

Momo nodded towards the paper in his hand. "Then, can I?"

Gyro blinked. "Why would you want to read a letter from my father? It would just be a scolding."

Momo shook her head. "As the vice president, but also as your friend, it is my job to make sure my classmates are in good spirits. Since you told me about your father during the interrogation excercise, I know how much this bothers you. So...I guess I just want to see if for myself, if you don't mind of course."

Gyro sighed and handed Momo the letter, and she began to skim through it. Her eyes narrowed as she continued to read, Gyro could've sworn she was picking apart every paragraph. Then, her face turned to one of confusion.

"Julius...?"

Gyro's eyes went wide in a panic. "SHHHHHHHHHH! Don't say that out loud!"

Momo turned to her friend. "Is that...is that your name? I thought Gyro was-."

"I...I had it changed because I hated the original. That stupid old man still calls me that though, he just can't accept that I'm not going to be the man he wants me to be. Listen, that's a pretty big secret of mine, the only other person who knows is Johnny, could yo-"

"Of course, Gyro. I respect your privacy, besides...I like Gyro much better than Julius."

"Thank you Yaomomo, you're the best."

Momo smiled, and then took the letter to the kitchen. She pulled out the blender and stuck it in.

"Uh, what are you doing?"

"Destroying the evidence, we wouldn't want your secret name getting out would we? Besides..."

She turned to him with a surprisingly sly look.

"There was nothing important in there anyway."

Gyro could only stare in awe as the vice president ground his father's words to bits. There was only one thought going through his mind:

Marry me.

...

Kyoka groaned as someone banged on her door.

"WAKE UP SLEEPYHEAD! TODAY'S A BIG DAY!"

Kyoka groggily made her way to the door and opened it giving Gyro a droopy glare. "Is this how you wake people up in Italy? Because if that's the case, I don't think I'll ever go there."

Gyro grinned. "No, I just like annoying you. Anyway, today is the start of the Hero Work Studies, and I believe that you and Johnny have to meet up with Josuke in..." Gyro checked his watch. "An hour."

Kyoka was snapped out of her stupor in an instant. "AN HOUR?! SHIT!"

Gyro chuckled as Kyoka slammed her door, he could hear her rustling around in there, undoubtedly getting her hero costume on. Gyro put on his hat and fastened his cape as he made his way to the common area, he was on his way to meet Joseph.

Kyoka threw open the door, dressed in her punk-like attire. The first thing Gyro noticed were the new hand speakers. Kyoka followed Gyro's gaze and held them up. They each had a diamond embroidened on the side

"Since the original ones were destroyed during the license exam, I had new ones made. The diamond is...well it's for Mr. Josuke, since he's my mentor and all."

"I like them! You should probably get going though, I think Johnny is waiting for you."

Kyoka sighed and made her way to the common room, where Johnny was indeed waiting for her. Well, less waiting, and more sleeping. Kyoka stared at Johnny for a moment, before stepping on his foot.

"OW! Careful, I just got those back!" Johnny said as he pulled himself from the couch. Kyoka sighed as she reached up and began straightening his hat. "You got ready too fast doofus, now your hat is all crooked. Seriously, where would you be without me?"

"Dead."

"Stop being so depressing, Mr. Josuke wants us at our best."

"I need caffeine first."

"If we leave early and stop for coffee, would you lighten up?"

"Possibly, depends on how much existential dread I want to feel today."

"Dude, you've met Jesus, you already know what's on the other side."

"Yeah, but I think that a halo is a terrible fashion choice. And what if I'm afraid of heights?"

Kyoka punched him in the shoulder. "You are not!"

"Are we getting coffee or what?"

Gyro snorted at the interaction taking place. He was thoroughly convinced that those two were meant for each other, and he would bet his life on it. "Well, I have an appointment, have a good time you two!"

"See you later Gyro."

"Hopefully."

"STOP IT!"

...

"OH NOOOOOOO!"

Joseph dropped the camera on the floor, and it cracked into pieces. He was trying to show Gyro his stand's spirit photography, but his mechanical hand began to malfunction.

"Well, that's unfortunate." Gyro remarked.

Joseph's hand was spinning around in circles, the fingers twitching and moving around. "What's happening?! It's never done this before!" Joseph used his regular hand to hold the artificial one in place. Suddenly, the hand shot off and hit the eldest Joestar in the face.

"Nyo ho ho! Talk about technical difficulties!"

"Hey! This is a one time thing!"

"Sure...what are we doing today?"

Joseph scratched his beard. "Well, the Zeppeli family has a history of taking the Joestars under their wing, I was thinking I would finally be the one to return the favor. You're a master of the Spin, and I was trained by one of the best Hamon masters in history. So, why don't we teach each other? You teach me how to use these things," Joseph pulled out the steel balls that used to belong to Wekapipo, "and I'll teach you some old fashioned Hamon techniques."

Gyro raised an eyebrow. "Well, nothing beats old school I suppose, sure, I'll teach you. However, I should warn you, I'm a tough teacher."

"I know, Johnny's told me all about your...cryptic...teaching methods, but I can assure you, I've been through much worse."

"Like what?"

"Climbing a giant pillar slathered in oil for multiple days, Loggins beating the hell out me, wearing a mask that I could only take off for meals, oh, and fighting a Pillar Man on a lot full of spikes. That was all training."

Gyro opened his mouth, and then closed it. "Damn...compared to that I look like that one substitute that lets you fool around. What kind of maniac would do that to their student?"

"My mother."

"Oh...okay."

Joseph chuckled. "Luckily, Caesar was right there suffering alongside me, so it wasn't the worst experience I've ever had. Besides, I wouldn't have stood a chance against the Pillar Men if she didn't go hard on me."

"Well, at least you didn't have to fight the multiverse."

"Heh, yeah...is Valentine still following you guys around?"

"Yeah, I still don't trust him, I don't think I ever will after everything he's put us through...the bastard wrote on the bathroom mirror when I was taking a shower, scared the crap out of Sero...now the poor guy thinks that the dorms are haunted."

"Well...they are. He's probably going around doing spooky stuff."

"I don't think writing, 'I know you pissed in my coffee' on a foggy mirror is very spooky Mr. Joestar."

Joseph smirked. "You...took a piss in his coffee?"

"Of course I did, he left his travel mug out. It was on I-Island."

"Good man."

Gyro and Joseph shared a much needed laugh. It was nice, having quiet moments like this. Gyro was already beginning to make a connection with the old man. Joseph Joestar was the man that convinced him to follow his dreams, the man that told him of the true Zeppeli legacy.

I guess, in a way, I'm like Johnny...

I have a legacy to protect too.

That's when Gyro noticed that Joseph's hand was gone. "Uh, I think someone swiped your, uh...robot hand."

Joseph looked at the table where his hand was. "Son of bitch! Someone did!"

Gyro looked down at his belt, and to his horror, his steel balls were gone. "Somebody swiped my balls!"

"WHAT?!"

"Not those balls Mr. Joestar, my steel balls! Someone is stealing our shit!"

"Gyro...your hat!"

Gyro gasped as he felt his bare head. "Those bastards, they took my hat! My badass hat!"

"We've got a thief on our hands Gyro, but luckily, I have Hermit Purple!"

Joseph turned toward the camera and brought out his stand, ready to bring his hand down on the somewhat broken camera.

Only for the camera to move slightly to the left, and Joseph smashed his hand into the table.

"GYAAAAAAH, SHITBRICKS!" Joseph fell back and rolled around on the floor, biting down on his one hand to cope with the pain.

"THIS is the great Joseph Joestar? Come on, there's no way!"

Gyro and Joseph turned to see a man slowly walking up to them. His blue hair fell over his left eye, while his right had a red eyepiece with a flaming symbol on the front. He was wearing a white jacket and he had a pistol on his belt.

He was also currently juggling Gyro's steel balls, and Joseph's hand. Another guy stepped out, wearing Gyro's hat.

"Hey! Give us our shit, or I'll thrash you!"

"And how would you do that without these?" The blue-haired guy held up a steel ball. "My stand, Heavydirtysoul, allows me to spot my opponents weaknesses, and use them against them. I had my partner take Mr. Joestar's hand after my stand told me it was artificial. And without your steel balls, you can't activate Ball Breaker, can you?"

Shit, this guy really does know our weaknesses, he basically crippled Mr. Joestar...what the hell do we do?

"Yo Reggie, take care of them already."

The guy wearing Gyro's hat stepped forward and cracked his knuckles, a cocky smile on his face. "I think I'll keep your hat as a trophy, along with the ten million Lord Santana promised me."

"It doesn't look good on you, cowboy doesn't mix with emo bitch."

Reggie's face fell, and turned back into a smile, but his eyes indicated a new level of hostility. "You won't be throwing insults after Big Package is finished with you."

"Big...package?"

"My stand, it's what I've been using to steal your things."

A tiny little stand zoomed in front of Gyro's eyes. "Your stand isn't a big package, it's a flea. That's false advertising."

"It may be small, but it gets the job done."

"I don't know, it isn't very impressive. Mine is at least somewhat bigger than yours."

"IT'S CALLED BIG PACKAGE, OKAY?! GOD DAMMIT!" Reggie's smirk was gone, now he was seething.

"Uh oh, Gyro I think you might have pushed a few buttons." Joseph snickered.

"I'm just saying, he's clearly compensating for his miniscule stand with a big ego. He's sensitive about it."

"I. AM. NOT. COMPENSATING. FOR ANYTHING!"

"You have a pretty tiny stand Reggie, it's a miracle you can do anything with it all." Joseph responded with a sly grin. They had found the enemy's weakness: he's sensitive about the size of his di-stand.

"ENOUGH!" The guy with the eyepiece yelled to his partner. "We can poke fun at your insecurity later, Lord Santana gave us a job to do."

"They made fun of my stand Hoka, it's not that small, it's not!"

"Of course it isn't." Hoka put his hand to Reggie's face. "I like your stand just the way it is."

"Really?"

"Really."

"W-what do you like about it?"

Gyro and Joseph stared at the two in disbelief, before they turned their attention to the alley way across the street.

"Reggie, you are making this much more awkward than it needs to be."

"I wanna know."

Hoka sighed. "If you must know, it is exceptionally well at getting the job done. Big Package moves so fast, you could blink and you'd miss it. Do you know how many times I have admired you when you caught people off guard?"

"No...you...admire it?"

"Of course, I love it when you whip it out and just start hitting people with it, it's truly a sight to behold! They never see it coming, and with my Heavydirtysoul, you can easily hit them where it hurts. We're a team, you and I, so let's finish these bastards off."

"Yeah, let-"

Gyro and Joseph were gone.

"GOD DAMMIT!"

...

"Okay! Now what?" Gyro said as he followed his mentor through the busy streets.

"I have a plan, but we need a few things first. Here, I wrote down a list!"

Joseph handed Gyro a piece of paper, and the Italian's eyes skimmed through it intently. "I think I can find these."

"Good! We'll split up and search for them, meet me in the park when you have everything!"

"Yes sir!"

The two split apart.

...

Reggie growled as he focused his sights on Gyro.

He's going to pay for making fun of my stand.

I have a big stand, I'm a big man! The biggest! Who does this foreigner think he is?

Hoka's voice came through his earpiece. "They've split up, I've got eyes on Joestar...Heavydirtysoul says that he's worried about Zeppeli, let's hit Super Mario first, then we can use him to draw Old and Baggy out."

"You got it Hoka." Reggie summoned Big Package and sent it after Gyro. He could feel the excitement from punching a microscopic hole straight through the Italian's heart.

Then, his whole body felt like it was on fire.

Gyro had a can of bug spray, and was viciously spraying it on everyone and everything, including his stand. Reggie screamed as he fell to the ground.

Gyro looked down as he heard tiny screams coming from the ground, and he saw Big Package laying there in the dirt. "Huh, that was short, I really expected you to last a lot longer."

That's when a man angrily pushed past Gyro. "Get out of the road asshole!"

"WAIT, DON'T STEP-"

*CRUNCH.*

Gyro looked down at the squashed bug in disgust, knowing full well what happened to it's user. Then he saw his stuff fall from the top of a building, and he quickly rushed over, putting his hat back on with a huff.

"Buon Dolore..."

...

Hoka put a hand to his earpiece. "Hey, Reggie, did you get him or what?"

Silence.

"Reggie...?"

Then Hoka saw a red puddle on one of the old buildings, and his stand quickly scanned it.

Name: Reggie Jackson

Stand: Big Package

Weakness: Dead, he's dead.

Completely obliterated.

Seriously, he's dead, why are you making me scan this? The answer is obvious.

Hoka clenched his teeth and put his head in his hands, mourning the death of his partner. He and Reggie had done numerous jobs together, and while he was sick and tired of the guy complaining about his small stand, he couldn't say that he didn't enjoy Reggie's company.

Then he felt the barrel of a large gun press into the back of his head.

Joseph Joestar stood behind him, Tommy gun at the ready. "If you keep focusing on weaknesses, you'll never learn how to beat our strengths. That mechanical hand of mine has a tracking device you know, I knew where you were the whole time."

"Then you were just running around to draw Reggie away from me...I was your real target."

"Bingo."

Hoka's lips curled into a grin, before he whirled around and kicked Joseph in the right knee. Joseph tumbled over in surprise and pain as Hoka got on top of him with a knife.

"Heavydirtysoul said that you injured your knee a long time ago, and that it was still somewhat weak. Something about being burned by a guy named Kars?"

"Heh, the past really does come back to bite me in the ass. Your next line is: I can read you like a book Joestar!"

"I can read you like a book Joestar! HUH?!"

Gyro threw a steel ball directly into Hoka's side, and Ball Breaker came out and began pummeling him. Gyro then knocked Hoka skyward with a devastating uppercut.

"Hermit Purple!" Joseph shouted as he sent his stand upwards, wrapping it around the enemy stand user and slamming him back down to the ground.

Joseph got up and reattached his artificial hand, and brushed himself off. "Well, that was eventful...hungry?" He asked, stepping over a twitching Hoka.

"Always."

Joseph laughed and put an arm around Gyro's shoulders. "Come on, there's a burger joint down the road, my treat."

"Alright!"

...

Gyro reentered the common area, yawning. He stopped at the couch, where Johnny and Kyoka were sitting rather...close to each other.

"So...how did your day go?"

"Could've gone better." Johnny mumbled, while Kyoka was as red as a tomato.

"Did something happen."

Kyoka angled her body so that it would face her Italian friend, and Gyro took a step back.

There was a chain connecting her chest with Johnny's, they were literally stuck together.

"Let's just say...we have a bit of a situation."

...

Credit for Heavydirtysoul goes to AshenOne. Thank you for the stand idea! It was great!

Credit for the future stand goes to CoolK!

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So...Johnny and Kyoka have been linked together by a mysterious chain. I've got a question for you guys:

What kinds of situations should I put these two in while they're like that? Please keep it PG-13.