PhantomKnightPercival: Johnny and Kyoka aren't as good at hiding their relationship as they think, and Izuku may or may not have a problem. As for Viola, she pretty much is, especially since Kyoka just ruined her face.

Bearticguy7: You are just a fountain of good ideas! I can't wait to use these!

AshenOne: I wanted them to have a very stable and meaningful relationship, one that would last. Truthfully, I dislike pairings that have no meaning to them, like: "Oh, they're cute, guess I'm hopelessly devoted to them now!" People often have a reason for loving someone, and I really wanted to build them up over time rather than rushing things.

Fun Fact: I actually based KyoJo off of Trevor and Sypha from Castlevania, since they have a very stable and loving relationship, and it isn't a stretch to think that they work well together. Kyoka teases Johnny just as Sypha teases Trevor, and Johnny is definitely cynical enough to be similar to our favorite Belmont.

Now that I think about it...the Joestars and the Belmonts are really similar, aren't they?

Shizuka is in America studying to be a realtor just like her father. She will show up eventually!

As for the Civil War idea, I like it! I actually had Setsuna be a rival for Kyoka to set up their conflict during the Joint Training Arc, where things would get slightly more personal than they are in MHA canon.

FinchFlyingAce: Hey! I'm glad you've been enjoying it so far! Sorry about Beru, I wanted her death to show that Shigaraki is past redemption, how her love would always be unrequited, even if she lived. She was a tragic character, and she met a tragic end, still believing that this monster could change.


Valentine frowned and held his head, before finding himself back in the middle of a seedy alleyway. The dead body of some random crook was lying in the middle of it, and Valentine stepped over it, surveying the area. "Why am I here?"

"You have taken your first steps, Funny Valentine, now it is time to learn your purpose."

"...I see. You brought me here." Valentine said, turning to find the faint outline of Jesus Christ standing before him. "Am I to finally learn the reason as to why I didn't go straight to hell?"

"You were always meant for more than that. You may have sinned, but...he will tell you what you need to know." Jesus pointed towards a bar with boarded up windows, and Valentine reluctantly went inside.

His focus was immediately on a figure sitting in a dark corner, wrapped in bandages and wearing a cowboy hat.

"Tomb...stone?"

Valentine was familiar with the vigilante. Back when he was still a senator, he had allied himself with the undead gunslinger in order to find the Corpse. Valentine had said that the Corpse could hopefully give him the release from Drink with the Living Dead that he desired, but Tombstone quickly found out that it wasn't likely going to happen, and tried to kill him for the perceived treachery. Luckily, Valentine used D4C to flee, and he never saw the vigilante again.

Until now.

BANG!

Valentine paused as a bullet went right through him, and Tombstone's green eyes flared up, before he began to laugh, a dry, hoarse laugh. "Well I'll be damned! You really ARE dead! Some lucky bastard finally did you in, huh?"

"What if I WAS alive?"

"Well, that would be even better, since I would've killed you myself. Then again, you had a habit of surviving shit like that...well? What do you want?"

"I...would like to know why you are here."

"Drinkin'." Tombstone responded, adjusting the wrappings on his head to put a bottle in his mouth, taking a swig of liquor. "What about you? Still ruining lives?"

"I understand that you are bitter-"

"BITTER?! HA! Biggest understatement of the decade! I DESPISE you with every fiber of my being. You used me as a damn hired gun, manipulated me into thinking I was doing the right thing, all for some dead guy. Just another one of your pawns."

"Why are you here Tombstone?"

"I already told you, I'm drinkin'!" Tombstone snapped.

"I meant Japan, why are you in this country out of all places?"

Tombstone's hat covered his eyes. "Why would you want to know that? What are you going to gain from it?"

"It's VERY important. I understand that I am the last person you would ever think of trusting...but the future depends on your answer." Valentine said, lowering his head. "There was a time when I thought my methods didn't matter, as long as I achieved the result...that is no longer the case."

"Bullshit."

"I'm serious."

"You know, your name is quite accurate, you are funny!" Tombstone said. "Now fuck off, I'm trying to drink myself to death."

"GODDAMN IT, TALK TO ME!" Valentine snapped. "I have made mistakes, BIG ones, and I'm trying to make up for them, but I can't do that if you're being an...an...an ASSHOLE!"

Tombstone blinked. " I think you might just mean it. The whole time I was working for you, I have NEVER seen you lose your cool. Still, maybe I don't really feel like it, considering our history."

"Please."

"Hm?"

"I'm serious, I need to know your reasons for being here, innocent lives might be on the line."

Tombstone scratched under his hat, before sighing. "If...if I tell you, will you promise to use this information in a just way? This is the one thing that you CAN'T take for yourself."

"I will."

Tombstone searched Valentine's eyes. "I just want one thing from you in return."

"Which is?"

"Tell me what it's like to die..."

"I can do that."

Tombstone sighed and sat back down, snapping his fingers. The bartender rushed over, handing the vigilante another bottle, and Tombstone proceeded to throw the empty one against the wall. "I can't believe I'm trusting you...but here goes..."

"Is causing a mess necessary?"

"This bar is my new home turf. It used to be run by a gang, but...well they can't complain anymore. I can do what I want here. Anyway...you know how you're obsessed with that Corpse, right?"

"Was, past tense."

"Whatever. The Holy Corpse...what if I told you that it has an...opposite, like, a nemesis of sorts?"

"An object that is an opposite to the Corpse...a dark to it's light..."

"Yeah...it's a book, they call it the Necronomicon, apparently H.P Lovecraft wrote about it. It's drawn to evil, all of the most evil people in history have read from it's pages. I found out about it while you were making me search for that damn Corpse, some guy has it now, he's calling himself the Necromancer. He destroyed an entire small town in Kansas...that's why I'm here, to rip his guts out."

"An entire small town..." Valentine breathed. "Any survivors?"

Tombstone shook his head. "This thing is just as powerful as that damn Corpse. It gave him some sort of ability...judging by his name, I think it has something to do with the dead. I've been tracking him, and I've found that he is currently playing both sides of the villain conflict. He's working for both Santana and Shigaraki, he's trying to start a war...thousands could die."

"Why?!"

"Here's the thing: I thought he was YOU."

"WHAT?! Why on Earth would I cause a war, when I've always advocated for unity?"

"Because he's doing the exact same thing. He's blabbing about a New World Order and rallying people to both sides. Well, you disappeared around the same time this guy popped up, so...considering your history, could you blame me?"

"Thousands of people at risk...I would NEVER go that far."

"You would if that book was corrupting you. Whoever this guy is, he's a fan, meaning he truly believes in your ideals, and he is willing to murder every single man, woman, and child in order to make them a reality. The difference is that he's advocating for a less...democratic government."

"What I don't understand is, how can a book be the equivalent of a Corpse?"

"The book IS a Corpse. That cover isn't made out of the usual type of leather...if you know what I mean. Some Satanist was murdered hundreds of years ago, and he was...well his remains are now the book...that maniac...he's a monster YOU created. After you died, clearly that man was inspired to continue your work."

Valentine fell silent. I see now...the Demon that you warned me of wasn't Santana...it was THIS monster...my dark successor. This man who has twisted my need for a better world into an excuse for mass murder. Someone who shares my ideals...

He is my final test.

Valentine finally understood the purpose behind his restoration, why Christ was so insistent upon his redemption. He needed to kill the Necromancer, and destroy the Necronomicon. He needed to destroy the equivalent of the Corpse, despite the power of would give him, he would have to resist temptation.

"I see...thank you Tombstone, you have been of great help."

"If you even THINK about using that book..."

"I won't...I hope."

Valentine got up, and sighed. "Do you still want to know what it is like to die?"

"Yes..."

"The way I went out was...painful...but then it all went away. It was oddly peaceful...but I had some unfinished business, so I came back to this world."

Tombstone nodded, his eyes dimming a bit. "You know...when you said the Corpse could free me...I had hope. After two whole centuries of torture...I finally had hope...and then you crushed it."

"I...I have no excuse for my actions...I had no idea what the Corpse's true capabilities were, and I should have told you that. It was a guess, but I made it seem like a fact. I can only offer you a sincere apology, and know that I expect no forgiveness."

"Good, cause you aren't getting any. The only reason I told you any of this is because you could be telling the truth, and if you aren't, well...you're dead. Make no mistake, when you are done with that unfinished business of yours...I hope you end up in hell."

"And I hope you finally get the end you desire."

"Trying to be the bigger man?"

"Trying to be a better one." Valentine left Tombstone to his own devices, stepping out into the street. The outline of Jesus was waiting for him.

"I understand what I have to do."

"Do you have the strength to do it?"

"I'm not sure just yet..."

"I have been granting you some of your powers back, preparing you for the moment when you would have to use them. There will come a time where the world will need Funny Valentine...and they will need him ALIVE."

"You WANT me to use D4C in such a manner? Wh-"

But Jesus was gone, and Valentine was now back at the UA dorms. Well, that was eventful...

Valentine looked at his hands, and slowly leaned forward. "How can I be sure that I won't give in to temptation? I don't trust myself anymore...I don't want to be that man again..."

"What are you talking about?"

Valentine looked up to see Johnny carrying Kyoka in a piggyback, she was fast asleep. Johnny looked down. "She stayed up last night, fighting another stand user...I was just carrying her to her room when I heard you muttering to yourself...are we in danger again?"

Valentine sighed. "No...take her to her room, I'll tell you after."

Johnny raised an eyebrow, but nodded and turned around the corner. Valentine watched him go, taking note of the girl's comfort.


"That's...terrifying." Johnny said, rubbing his head.

"I know. Whoever this Necromancer is...I will have to face him, and the result of that fight will be my judgement. The thing is...I don't trust myself, I can imagine myself taking the Necronomicon and using it...or maybe that's just the old me...I'm not really sure what I'm going to do."

Johnny frowned. "You know...I never thought I would be discussing morals with you, but...the fact that you are actually worried about making the wrong decision shows that you've made some progress. I...I believe in second chances, and while I'm still finding it hard to trust you...God I can't believe I'm saying this..."

"What?"

"I...I uh...I'm going to do something that Tombstone didn't..."

"Are you okay? You're a getting a bit red."

"I'm fine...just stop making this so hard."

"Why is it hard? Is it so-"

"I'M FORGIVING YOU YOU IDIOT!" Johnny snapped, and Valentine's eyes widened in disbelief. "You're...WHAT?!"

"I...I forgive you, Valentine. Don't get me wrong, I'm not saying it's water under the bridge or anything...but...I'm willing to give you a chance. You've been a big help...and..."

Johnny looked back towards Kyoka's room.

"You're not the only one who's gotten a bit softer..."

"Why? I hunted you and Gyro down, I chased you across an entire country, and-"

"I'm not saying that those things weren't horribly traumatizing, or that they should be ignored. I'm saying that I'm tired of being bitter and pretending that you aren't an ally. If we have any hope that we are going to win this...we need to work together, fully. I still have grievances with you, but for the sake of everything I love and care for...I'm willing to put them aside."

Valentine followed Johnny's gaze and sighed. "I don't deserve your forgivness, although I...I am happy that you decided to. I will have to earn it."

"Yeah... just don't fuck up, or I'll just have to use the Infinite Rotation again." Johnny warned. "I've always been curious if it would work on a ghost..."

"I get it." Valentine raised his hands. "I've got a lot of work to do...but I won't waste the chance you have given me...you know, she might be a good influence on you."

"If I could kill you twice..."

Valentine chuckled and offered his hand. "Allies, then?"

Johnny looked down at the gloved hand and smirked, taking it and giving it a firm shake. "Allies."


Gyro got up from his desk, feeling confident.

The Cultural Festival was only a few days away, and Jotaro had decided to test how his students would react when they are preoccupied with such an event, surprising them with a pop quiz.

Gyro was pretty sure he aced it.

"Hey Gyro, mind if we walk back together?" Momo asked sweetly, and Gyro gave her his ten million watt grin. "Of course not!"

They were still playing their little game, pretending that they weren't crazy about each other. It was obvious to the whole class, and to themselves, that they were smitten with one another, and some of their classmates have even started making bets on who is going to crack first.

Kyoka actually joined in...and betted against him. Johnny and Izuku, being good friends, decided to just let nature take it's course. Of course, he knew that Kyoka was only teasing him, but he wasn't going to let her get away with it.

When the two of them got outside, they noticed it was raining. Before Gyro could do anything, Momo had created an umbrella. "Don't worry, I had a good breakfast, so creating this wasn't too much of a drain..."

They both got under the umbrella and began walking back towards the dorms. "You know my hat is weather resistant right? It's like an umbrella of it's own."

"Then why were you so eager to share one with me?" Momo asked.

Oh...you clever, clever girl.

"You offered, and since you were doing it out of the kindness of your heart, I couldn't refuse." Gyro said.

My turn.

"You know, that's one of the things I really like about you."

"What?"

"You're kind. Most people who come from a wealthy background are arrogant douchebags who think they own the world, but you? You don't let money rule your life, and you always look out for others. Honestly, it's admirable."

Momo's cheeks turned a light shade of pink. "O-oh, well, it has to do with how I was raised. My parents always said that money was just a luxury, and that having a moral compass was what really makes a person. I've...I've always wanted to help people. That's why I hope the Cutural Festival goes well, especially with all the effort Kyoka has been putting into it."

"She's REAL determined to make that little girl smile. Honestly, I hope she does, for both her and Eri's sake."

"Did you see her new gear? She's...well she's basically Batman now."

"Batjack?"

Momo giggled. "Yeah, she has grappling hooks and all sorts of little gadgets. I think she's just as determined to keep up with you guys. Not to mention she's incorporated the sword your father left...how...is that going exactly?"

Gyro frowned. "I think he's still in Japan, although I'm not sure. I think he's hiding from me, I haven't talked to him since our argument...I know he hasn't been the most affectionate father...but he was never CRUEL. As much as I wish I actually had a meaningful relationship with him, Mr. Joestar is more of a father to me. I still want to settle things with the old man though. "

"I understand."

Meanwhile, unbeknownst to the two of them, Joseph Joestar was going out for a walk to clear his head, and overheard the whole thing. As the rain poured down around him, he began to smile for the first time since the Alessi incident.

"Me too Gyro...me too."

Then he stepped in a puddle.

"...son of a bitch."


"Oi, Green Bean."

"Yeah Jiro?"

"Can I look at one of your notebooks?"

Izuku suddenly became energetic. "Oh! Is there a hero you need to know about? BecauseI'vegotthirteenvolumesofthisstuffsoifyoureallywantitI'dbemorethanhappytohelpand-"

"Dude, breathe!" Kyoka said, Izuku's face was starting to turn blue. Izuku sucked in air, and Kyoka chuckled. "I knew you were a hero nerd, but jeez...no, I want to see how you take notes. You're much better at organizing them than I am, so..."

"Oh, sure!" Izuku said brightly as he handed Kyoka his notebook. She skimmed through the pages, and paused. "You did one on me?"

"Well, I-I've h-had a-alot of opportunities to w-work with you, so..."

"Midoriya...this is so...I'm legitimately touched. I didn't think you thought so highly of me."

"You're one of my best friends, I think the world of you! You're a really cool hero, although I'll have to update it so I can draw your new costume, but...yeah! I-I'm g-glad you like it!"

That's when he was surprised with a hug. "Dude...I'm serious, as a girl who had confidence issues...seeing this page filled with nothing but praise is...it's great."

Izuku returned the hug, smiling. "I'm happy to help, Jiro."

"Kyoka."

"H-huh?"

"Come on man, we've been hanging out for how long? I'm already on a first name basis with practically everyone in the group but you. I understand you're being polite...but you don't need to, just call me Kyoka, alright Izuku?"

"I-I've never been on a first name basis with a girl before."

"...we need to work on getting you out more." Kyoka sighed. "Well, I appreciate that you let me take a look at these...is there any reason why the front is burned?"

"Kaachan."

"Oh...what a dick."

"It was a while ago, besides, he's more of a rival than a bully now."

"From what I've seen, I think he still cares about you and Johnny, he's just too damn proud to say it out loud."

"Why do you think I still consider him a friend? Kaachan is...complicated, but I think he's a good person deep down, he just needs to learn that he doesn't have to be the strongest all the time."

"Well, if it were up to me, I would've given up on him long ago...guess I'm just not as optimistic as you are."

"You're plenty optimistic Ji-Kyoka." Izuku said. "You never seem to give up hope, even when JoJo and Gyro seemed to have the whole world against them, you didn't give up on them, not one bit."

"Oh, so you and Gyro are on a first name basis, huh? That's sexist."

"W-w-w-w-w-"

"Joking Izuku, I'm joking."

"Don't do that!"

"Hey, you're friends with me, you better get used to it." Kyoka said, grinning. "By the way...don't forget Uraraka is your friend too, if you want to socialize a bit more."

Izuku blushed and looked away. "I know."


"Do you think he will actually destroy the book?" Jonathan Joestar asked, and Jesus scratched his beard.

"It could go either way, my friend. Unfortunately, this is a threat that your family could not handle on it's own. I have guided him towards redemption...but his path is ultimately one of his own choosing."

"His stand is the only thing that can destroy it?"

"The Holy Corpse is only native to this dimension, but the Necronomicon is native to two. One where my body keeps it's evil at bay...and one where it was left to cause as much havoc as it desired. Only by retrieving the Necronomicon from the doomed dimension can we hope to destroy it in ours, and Valentine is the only man who can do that."

"If he chooses evil...what will happen?"

"The Apocalypse, humanity will be doomed, just as it is in the Evil World."

"Everything depends on Valentine then..."

Jesus nodded. "Everything..."


So that's it! I'm considering adding more urban legends and myths into this story, what would you guys think of that?

Also, if you love Funny Valentine, and you love Overlord, I would highly recommend reading Bunker Hill by my friend Kosaku Valentine! Spread the love!