Hello, and welcome to the JJBA project I've been dying to write it ever since I saw that there are not many JJBA X JJK crossovers around, which for me is a crime against humanity.
Without further delay, let's jump right in.
Chapter 1: A Cursed Landing
How many cycles have passed?
That's the last thing Higashikata Josuke thought as his mind and body drifted into the vacuum of nothingness. His body fell into the endless abyss of darkness.
Kawajiri Hayato managed to uncover the identity of the serial killer Yoshikage Kira successfully, by stroking the serial killer's ego to the point that it made him reveal his identity on his own and thus bypassing the effect of [Bites the Dust]. It was a golden opportunity for Josuke to finally defeat the serial killer and finally have peace in Morioh.
And yet, Jotaro was only late by one second, only one single second that sealed their fate.
Kira pressed the switch and trapped everyone in an endless loop until he found a way to kill all of them. And there was nothing Josuke could do.
So why does he remember this exact loop? Did Bites the Dust failed to activate? No, it couldn't have been something as convenient as that, there's no way the power of a Stand malfunctioned like a computer glitch and crashed.
So what could have—
His eyes widened, something different did happen! Fuzzy memories inside his head emerged from inside of his mind.
"I DID IT" Kira laughed maniacally as the Stand's power entered Josuke's eye once again. Josuke knew this, for this wasn't the first time it had happened.
But this time, he had an ace up his sleeve, one that if he could help it, he would rather have Jotaro use it.
"You might think that you've won, Kira, but you couldn't be more wrong," Josuke muttered as he placed his hand in his pocket. "After all, I still can't believe a paranoid asshole like you could forget this!"
Kira's smile instantly dropped and Josuke revealed a bright, golden object. One that has caused way too much trouble in Morioh recently.
And right now, while he wanted to destroy it, he found himself in need of its power.
"H-How did you—"
"You know what this, eh?!" Josuke said as he placed the arrow near his throat. A cocky grin appeared on his face. "You always leave your home for work at 8:30 A.M, just right before Hayato goes to school which gave me plenty of time to search the house. By the way, about Hayato, he was eager to open the door for me and let me through your personal stuff and it got me thinking about how agonizing it would be to live with a dickwad of a dad like you."
The serial killer's ego got hurt hard enough that his face turned bright red, and his Stand Killer Queen materialized right beside him, "CURSE YOU, HIGASHIKATA JOSUKE— BITES THE DUST WILL ACTIVATE NOW!"
[Killer Queen] lowered its thumb and was about to activate its ability.
"TOO LATE, I'M GETTING OUT OF YOUR STUPID LOOP RIGHT NOW!"
He drove the arrow deep inside his neck and his vision went black.
Josuke's blue eyes shot open as he felt his body land on a soft fabric. He clutched his head, feeling the incoming migraine.
"What just happened…"
He glanced to his side and immediately felt disgusted as he saw his hand in grime, slime, and worms. Disgusting.
He blinked as he began to scan his surroundings. The harsh sunlight on top of his head meant that it had to be at least midday, so he wasn't back in the morning like he was used to with every loop.
He… didn't recognize this alleyway, then again, it's hard to remember every single alleyway that it's in Morioh.
Did he win?
[Crazy Diamond], the Stand that can heal anything manifested on his side, and didn't look much different as it did before, its appearance was just the same as before. What did it do when he was struck with the arrow that he couldn't even remember what happened?
'Where am I?' He thought as he walked out of the alleyway and laid eyes upon the outside. The harsh sunlight made him hard to see at first, but when his vision finally cleared, he couldn't help but gawk at the sight.
People were crowding the streets as if it was some sort of parade, but instead of cosplayers, it was just normal civilians going with their day. It was odd, Morioh never had to deal with this many people before, as its population never got past the three digits. Moreover, there were tall buildings surrounding the area which made it look more metropolitan than the suburban area where he used to live.
He could even see a lot of cars passing by, and they looked nothing like the cars he used to see in Morioh.
In fact, he swore that the cars around here seemed a little too futuristic! Was Japan always this advanced?
Now that he thought about it, he didn't recognize this area at all.
He glanced to a nearby post to see if he could get a gist of his current location. He squinted as he tried to see what the sign said.
Tochigi City...
His face blanched as he recognized where he was now.
'TOKYO?!'
Why was he so far away from home?!
'This is bad, very, very bad, my mom is going to kill me!'
He needed to get in contact with her quickly. His head swung like a swivel as he tried to find a nearby payphone and instinctively placed his hand in his pocket and noticed something odd.
His wallet got stolen.
Oh hell no, his remaining cash and all his credentials were right there!
He was stranded far away from home and he was out of cash.
This was the worst-case scenario.
He began to sweat and his anxiety rose. It was lucky that at least he could speak the language!
'Okay, calm down, what would Jotaro-san do in this situation?'
His mind drifted to the usually calm crusader who always seemed to do what to do even in the most unbelievable of situations… unless he fought against a gun-wielding rat. Yeah, he doesn't like to talk about that.
Jotaro usually had the Speedwagon Foundation resources on his side, so he could just—
Josuke's eyes brightened, that's right, the Speedwagon Foundation! If he can just call them and ask them to return him home and use his heritage as a proxy, then maybe they will help him.
He just needed to find a payphone…
'Wait, I have no cash…'
Josuke facepalmed at his own stupidity and began to think of another way to get in contact with the Foundation.
He let his annoyance show, he just had to go with the other option then, as unlikely as it may be. He needed to ask someone to lend him their phone, and hope that they were rich enough to pay for the hefty costs of the phone line.
It was still bizarre for him to be in Tokyo of all places, what could have happened in his last battle against Kira that propelled him so far away from home?
He walked down the streets and laid eyes on the first middle-aged woman. He got close to her and bowed politely, startling the lady. "E-excuse me Miss, but can I borrow your phone for one second, please?"
The woman blinked before letting out a sweet smile at the pompadour teen. "Oh, what a polite young man, here you go!"
Josuke blinked slowly… that was easy. This woman probably had a big enough bank account, or she was just kind. Either way, this was great for him, now he had an actual opportunity to get back home!
Josuke grabbed the woman's phone and—
"Uh…"
The lady tilted her head, confused. "Is something wrong?"
Where are the keys?
No, seriously, why does this phone have no keys?!
How is he even going to turn it—
The screen turned on on its own.
He panicked and nearly dropped the device, 'WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?!'
The woman got increasingly worried and tapped Josuke's shoulder, "A-Are you okay, is my phone not working?"
This thing is a phone?!
"Uhm, no, it's fine…" Josuke muttered after pursing his lips and scratching the back of his head. "Excuse me, but what kind of phone is this?"
The lady blinked owlishly at him, "…A smartphone?"
A what now?
Josuke lowered his gaze to the phone screen and his expression went completely blank. He couldn't believe what he was seeing right now, because just below the time, he saw a haunting detail that made his eyes widen like saucers.
He prayed this was just a malfunction from this kind of device.
May 23rd, 2018.
That is completely false.
"I-I'm sorry, I have to leave now," Josuke said hastily as he threw the woman's phone back at her.
She caught it with wobbly hands, "Woah, wait!"
But the pompadour teen already ran off anxiously, his mind in denial of such a possibility. He let out a mirthless chuckle; he was sure that he was in July 1999, there's no way something like time traveling was possible. That sounds like a joke with basically no punchline!
He ran to find another civilian who hopefully didn't have a strange malfunctioning phone and hoped that he could call the Speedwagon Foundation with it. He stopped in his tracks and he couldn't help but let out a horrified expression.
He saw a billboard that had the same date that was on the woman's phone.
May 23rd, 2018.
Josuke gulped and started to wheeze, 'Okay, I'm calm. I'm calm now…'
He wasn't calm at all.
He gritted his teeth and punched a wall with [Crazy Diamond], leaving a large hole in it. A small tear escaped from his eye.
'Mom, Koichi, Okuyasu, Jotaro-san…'
Just when he was about to save them from their fates, the world decided to screw with him once more.
He knew there were consequences of using the arrow, but time-traveling 19 years into the future?! He was basically stranded in an unfamiliar land and time, some asshole stole his belongings, and all he had now was his Stand and the arrow.
His eyes widened, 'Wait, I could use that!'
If he did win his battle against Kira, then that meant that the arrow should have been with him. If stabbing himself with the arrow caused him to travel forward in time, then maybe he could stab himself again.
Morbid logic aside, he didn't know how exactly the arrow propelled to this time, but if he could reverse that process, then the possibility of returning to his time was possible. So he calmed himself down and searched his pocket.
A lot of bizarre things had happened in his life, and while being fast-forwarded in time was the most ridiculous that might have happened to him, if he could just return by stabbing his Stand with the arrow, maybe he could still go back.
If he could just find it.
It may be just around his pocket… the same pocket that his wallet just got stolen from.
A pretty golden arrow wouldn't have caught that thief's attention, right?
"Oh no…" Josuke muttered in broken English.
That arrow might just well be his only ticket back home, and not only that, he knows very well what happens if it falls into the wrong hands!
If the thief uses the arrow to make Stand users, then it's just a matter of time until another Kira Yoshikage emerges and harms even more people.
He definitely cannot let that happen.
If it managed to create chaos in Morioh, he wouldn't want to imagine what it would do to a city big enough like Tokyo.
And he knows exactly how to find it.
It might just look like a regular piece of paper to the thief, but for Josuke, it might be the key to recovering the arrow.
[Crazy Diamond] manifested to his side. The pink humanoid Stand lowered its arms and touched the piece of paper with its arms and the piece levitated with a yellow-white aura around its borders, it then began to move by itself.
It worked because it was part of a picture of his mom that he kept inside his wallet.
He planned to give that picture to Joseph Joestar and use Crazy Diamond's ability to get some cash out of him. The old man had spent every single dime of his savings while being rich, the least he could do was pay back that plus the years of missing child support!
For once, he was glad that his wallet got stolen because he needed to get the fuck out of this place.
His mom, Koichi, Okuyasu, and Jotaro were waiting for him.
Josuke steeled his resolve and vowed to get back home as soon as possible.
'One, two, three, four, five…'
A blonde man was seen sitting on a leather couch, his magenta eyes almost popped out of their sockets at the sight before him. The brunette 'woman' with star-shaped eyes dropped stacks of yen and kept piling them up endlessly.
Hakari Kinji's girlfriend Hoshi Kirara came back with two duffel bags filled to the brim, with some cash even falling off from the sides. His smile widened as he counted the stacks of cash… this is nearly 50 million yen!
"My god… I can safely say that I can pay three college carriers with this." Hakari muttered as he drooled while looking at the mountains of yen.
The leader of the Underground Fighting Club in the Tochigi Prefecture was rarely surprised when it comes to insane earnings. He earned five thousand yen in one sitting, and he even had some moments when he had gotten a jackpot of five hundred thousand yen… only to lose it in his next bet in the pachinko parlor. He always knows that he will win the next one.
But 50 million yen? That's nearly half a million US dollars!
Did Kirara sell their soul to Lucifer to get rich or some devious shit like that?
"So much money…" Kirara's breath hitched as they placed the last stack of yen on the table. "Kin-chan, you could easily pay the debt you owe to Jujutsu High with this!"
Hakari hummed as he narrowed his eyes. "Or maybe, I can invest this money in the machines…. then I will have enough money and I don't have to return to that shitty school ever again!"
Kirara nodded vigorously. "Smart thinking, I wholeheartedly agree!"
"Seriously Kirara, where did you even get this kind of money?" Hakari said as he picked up one loaf. "I'm sure that not even a Split Soul Katana costs this much!"
Kirara shrugged as they pulled out a wallet from their pocket. "I stole a Special Grade tool from a poor kid that I found unconscious in an alleyway…. alongside this."
They threw the wallet to Hakari, meaning that they wanted him to see it. He immediately became suspicious, there was something important inside there and he must see it now.
He opened the wallet and began to check its contents. He pulled some expired McDonald's coupons that looked… relatively new, they even felt like they were just taken out from the store.
Really old coupons from the 90's… must be hoarders. His mouth twitched in disgust, Hakari despised hoarders. He began to check more thoroughly and what he pulled out left him flabbergasted enough that the next words of his mouth came out on their own.
"What the actual fuck?"
A fucking rent order for a movie, printed, on paper. For the first Matrix movie.
Okay, this guy is just plain weird.
He needed to see this guy's ID, because no way this person was a normal citizen. Apart that nobody uses a printer these days, the fact of the matter is that no one really rented movies anymore, hell, those types of stores don't even exist anymore!
He then pulled out what he was looking for. And he couldn't help but feel even more weirded out by the picture. It was a kid with blue eyes and a really odd dressing style that if he wasn't a student, he could pass as a fashion designer for the way he dressed. However, what stood out the most about him was the pompadour-style hair that the famous singer used to wear back in the 60's.
Hakari would have admitted that this hairstyle was outdated… but he had to admit that this kid looked really fucking cool in it!
He narrowed his eyes as he began to read the ID, and his eyes couldn't believe what he saw.
"Higashikata Josuke… born in Morioh? 1983?! What is this blatantly false ID for? I'm sure that there's no place called like that in Japan, and he would have been a 35-year-old man by now." Hakari chuckled as he wiggled the ID playfully. "Did he look like this when you found him?"
Kirara nodded, "Yeah, he looked just exactly like he was in his ID… even with that odd hairstyle."
Hakari's playful attitude instantly dropped and was instead replaced with suspicion. Even more inconsistencies arose surrounding this nobody.
"So it's a false ID, but why?" Hakari asked curiously, then a thought hit him, and leaned forward at the implication. "You think he's a spy from Jujutsu High trying to track me down? Maybe he wanted to enter the fight club with a fake ID?"
Kirara cupped their chin. "Maybe but… there's no age restriction to enter the fight club." they placed a hand on their hip, "If he was a spy, then the higher-ups should have sent a better spy and protected their Cursed Tools better because this is just embarrassin'"
Hakari clicked his tongue, nothing about this Josuke kid made a lick of sense. He grew more annoyed as he kept reading the ID. "I thought that he could just be a kid that wanted to use a fake ID to enter restricted places but come on, LOOK AT THIS!"
He pointed at one particular detail, right at his age, which caused Kirara to snicker.
Age: 16 years old.
"It's like he ain't even tryin'!"
"Yeah, you're right, this doesn't add up." Kirara glowered as they placed her hand on their arm… and unusual behavior from them. "That Cursed Tool of his— it was an arrow; but something from it just screamed… wrong, the energy that emanated from it was— foreign and my gut my screaming to me NOT to grab it, but I was too entranced to let that opportunity pass."
Hakari raised his eyebrow, "It wasn't Curse Energy?"
Kirara shook their head, "It was… but it felt odd, foreign, like it wasn't even supposed to exist in the first place. It took all my willpower to not stab myself with it."
Creepy.
If it was a foreign Cursed Object, it wouldn't be out of place to think that its curse can force you to kill yourself. There had been cases of unfortunate victims who had come across these objects and it was why Jujutsu Sorcerers were forced to step in and seize these objects. The problem with these foreign objects is that Japanese Sorcerers don't have any intel regarding them, so it can catch them off guard and cause havoc in their territory.
What kind of power did that arrow have that it even gave Kirara of all people the creeps?
Hakari may never know now.
Goddamit he was having a headache thinking about all this stuff, it made his blood run cold.
He sighed, "…So there's this weird kid who appeared out of nowhere with a one-of-a-kind Cursed Tool and had a fake ID of a place I've never heard before. It's like he wants people to believe that he's a dimensional traveler or some weird shit like that."
A devious smile crept into his face. Well, the best he could do to this spy was to max out his credit card, he could only hope that Josuke didn't block it.
"Kin-chan, look at this~"
Hakari took out the purple credit card and looked at it quizzically. "Morioh Bank…? Seriously? Is everything fake here?"
"Not that, THAT!"
Kirara's panicked tone snapped Hakari out of his stupor as they pointed toward a flying piece of paper that entered the room.
Hakari furrowed his eyebrows, what kind of Cursed Technique is that?! Was he getting attacked?
The wallet moved on its own, which startled the gambler and caused him to drop it instantly. Another piece of paper flew out of the wallet and attached itself to the other piece like glue. The object stayed standstill in the air for a few more seconds before dropping to the ground, as the energy surrounding that object disappeared.
Hakari and Kirara carefully trailed around the piece of paper. Once they made sure that it was completely safe, the gambler grabbed the object and looked at it with suspicion.
It was a picture of Josuke with a goofy smile, alongside a—
Holy shit.
THIS LADY IS HOT!
She looked pretty similar to Josuke with the same hair color, so this might be the kid's sister or cousin.
Hakari felt a harsh elbow to his side and saw Kirara pouting angrily at him. He had the decency to look ashamed and flipped the photo to the other side.
Womp womp, not allowed to have fun.
There was a note on the other side of the photo.
Higashikata Tomoko, you're the best mom of all time.
Harsh, but real.
Strict, yet kind.
I'll always be with you no matter what.
~ Josuke.
Hakari blinked at the message as his mind could only register one thing in his mind.
This lady was the kid's MOM?!
She looked like she was in her mid-thirties at best!
That wasn't the important issue though, because this begged the question of who Higashikata Josuke really was. Because all the information he has gotten so far painted him as the best and worst spy he has ever seen.
Before Hakari could continue pondering, he heard a knock on his door.
"Come in."
The door opened and one of his underlings poked his head on the door. He seemed unusually agitated. "Boss, there's a kid outside looking for you!"
"Who is it?"
"I don't know, it's a kid with a weird hairstyle, and while he looks harmless… our unconscious personnel say otherwise."
Hakari frowned as everything came crashing down, that picture wasn't just a Curse Technique meant to attach a picture back together… it was a tracker.
A part of him wanted to let Josuke in, he seemed like an interesting character, but on the other hand, he was most likely a spy from Jujutsu High so it would be best to dispose of him.
Hakari clicked his tongue in annoyance. "Tell him to fuck off, there's nothing for him here, and if he tries something, shoot him."
The underling nodded a little bit unsure and closed the door.
Kirara took a tablet from a nearby storage and opened the app off the cameras, showing the pompadour teen standing just outside of this very room waiting impatiently. Hakari leaned in to watch, he wanted to get to know more about this Josuke character before he kicked him out.
"Sorry kid, you're out of luck, boss doesn't wanna see you." The underling said as he pulled out his Glock to intimidate him.
Josuke panicked as he placed his hands upward in surrender. "Whoa hey, just hear me out on this one. I know your boss doesn't wanna see me, but he stole something very important for me, and I need it back ASAP, so please, can you back and tell him that? I promise that I will not cause him any trouble."
…This kid was awfully polite for someone who just beat up half of his staff.
And honestly, his porn acting was cold.
What a waste of his time, he thought that he was gonna see a promising badass on the rise but he turned out to be a wimpy kid.
The underling cocked his gun and pointed it at Josuke's head. "And I'm telling you that the boss doesn't wanna see your face! So either get the fuck out of here, or I'm gonna smear that stupid pompadour with your brain!"
The atmosphere immediately turned cold.
Josuke didn't say a word, as his eyes were darkened by his hair. Hakari leaned in, interested in the sudden change of demeanor from the kid.
Then all of a sudden, the gun disappeared from the underling's hands, startling him. He was so fast that even Hakari had trouble keeping up.
But in that brief moment, he saw it. A pink humanoid figure with teal-shaped accessories around it emerged from within Josuke and grabbed the gun before his opponent had a chance to react. His minion then threw the gun to the side and grabbed the underling by the shirt.
"O-Oi, how are you even grabbing me?" he said, not even comprehending what was happening. Did he not see the pink humanoid weirdo manhandling him?!
DORA!
And with a punch to the face, he shattered the underling's jaw. Blood splattered from his mouth as he coughed a set of teeth. That thing packs a mean punch.
But what surprised him the most was that the underling's disfigured jaw started to move itself and reattach back together.
'Reverse Cursed Technique?!'
His set of teeth which once looked normal, now looked disfigured as instead of being placed in a straight line, they were instead looked curved and ugly, like a hobo who hasn't had dental care for once in his life.
Reverse Cursed Technique allows the user to heal himself from any form of damage, it's a highly advanced technique that most Grade 1 Sorcerers are not capable of doing. Hakari can only do it if he opens his domain, and even then he doesn't even understand how he does it. Outputting that technique was even more ridiculous, as the only Sorcerers capable of such a feat were Okkotsu Yuta and Ieri Shoko.
Who was he?
"Kirara, it seems that you've angered quite the character…"
His girlfriend nodded, equally impressed and worried, "Scary~ especially that spirit... it was like a cute pink Kamen Rider just manifested on his side!"
Josuke glared at the underling with unmeasurable rage. His gritted teeth and bloodshot eyes were a far cry from the polite kid from before.
Now Hakari knew how half of his staff were beaten up.
"You earned yourself a new set of teeth for that dickhead, now go inside there and kindly tell your boss that he has a visitor waiting outside, understood?" Josuke snarled with barely contained rage as his minion almost tore the underling's shirt off.
Kirara couldn't help but sweat, worried about their wellbeing. "S-Scary…"
What set this kid's badass side off? Maybe it was because he was held at gunpoint and was being kicked off may be the reason for his anger.
Now Hakari was fired up, he may have struck gold with this kid!
He should get him to work for him, he could make a killing with this kid on his side. If only Kirara hadn't stolen his most prized Cursed Tool and sold it to a random vendor, then maybe he could reason with him…
Oh shit.
The door of his office opened, revealing the underling with the disfigured teeth "B-Boss, that kid is a freak, what should we—"
"Let him in."
The underling blinked, not understanding what Hakari meant, "W-What?!"
Kirara glared at Hakari in panic, "Kin-chan?! What the fuck are you doing, that kid's gonna KILL ME!"
Hakari ignored his girlfriend's warnings are glared at the underling with annoyance. "I said that you should go out and tell him to come in! What do I even pay you for, eh?! Get your ass out there!"
The underling whimpered at the reprimand and nodded.
"Y-Yes!"
As he walked off, Kirara couldn't help but be anxious and looked at Hakari with worry.
"…Are you sure about this?"
"I don't know what is that I get from him, but I see FEVER in those eyes!" Hakari said as he cracked his knuckles and grinned eagerly. "If he's really from Jujutsu High, then I beat him up and we get out of here."
"And if he's not?"
Hakari shrugged, "I'll beat him up for lying to me and ask him again."
"So you'll beat him up," Kirara said as they rolled their eyes at his antics and then smiled in resignation. "Well, whatever, it's not like anyone can stop you when you're heating up."
"If he has high enough fever… then I can get him some work for him, kid seems broke," Hakari said as he took a seat on his couch and leaned backward.
And then, the man of the night made his entrance.
Higashikata Josuke opened the door and entered the room with a menacing aura surrounding him. Hakari kept his composure, his eyes locked on the pompadour teen like a hawk, trying to scan every single move he's going to do.
Kirara was tense, backing up cautiously as Josuke passed beside them.
"You must be the boss of this place… I believe that you stole something from me." He said neutrally as he scanned the room.
Hakari motioned him to take a seat, which he did without complaint.
"Here, you're so broke that I feel bad about taking your cash," Hakari said as he threw the wallet at him, which Josuke caught smoothly. "Name's Hakari Kinji."
"Nice to meet you Hakari-san… I'm sorry for barging into your property without announcement." He said as he bowed his head, causing Hakari to raise an eyebrow.
This kid was… incredibly polite to a scary degree.
"Higashikata Josuke… I think I will call you 'Jojo' from now on, how's that?" Hakari said mockingly, causing Josuke to look at him quizzically.
"Uh, sure, I guess that's okay."
Hakari sent a suspicious look to Josuke. It was unnerving how could he change from a short-fused maniac to a polite kid with adequate manners in a flash. There are some really serious unchecked anger issues inside there.
He stood up from his seat and walked towards a nearby cabinet where he took out a bottle of brandy and placed it on the table alongside two glasses with ice. Josuke noticed and placed his hands upwards.
"Sorry— can't, I'm 16."
Hakari snorted at what he said, he really did look like a 16-year-old. So most likely, the ID had a fake date in it.
That begged the question, what's the point of that fake ID in the first place?
"Your choice, then," Hakari said as he poured himself a drink and chugged it without hesitation. The burning feeling in his throat and the strong flavor managed to clear any fuzzy thoughts from his head.
"So, Jojo…" Hakari started, his magenta eyes locking in with Josuke's. "I'll get straight to the point, you're looking for the arrow that Kirara stole from you, right?"
Josuke sent a sharp look at Kirara, which made them uncomfortable as she fidgeted awkwardly. "...Yeah, the sooner I get it back, the sooner I can get outta here."
Hakari raised a finger in warning, "See there's an issue with that, I can't just let you leave, because I need you to answer one question from me." He leaned in dangerously. "Are you willing to bet for it?"
That question seemingly caught Josuke as he tilted his head in confusion. "I'm afraid I don't follow."
"It's simple really, all you have to do is answer one question from me truthfully, and if I believe you, I'll give you what you want," Hakari said calmly as he shrugged, his eyes never leaving Josuke.
The pompadour teen blinked slowly. "…Okay? I don't have much to give you though."
Oh no no, he is VERY wrong. This guy just barges in with what could be considered the pinnacle of jujutsu and he says that he doesn't have a lot to give?
What a load of bullshit.
"That can be arranged… there's a lot that can be done with your abilities, so all I ask you is to work for me."
Josuke narrowed his eyes at the mention of his abilities and leaned at Hakari's eye level, his eyes filled with fiery determination.
"Deal, shoot the question."
A heartfelt chuckle came out from Hakari, this kid was willing to gamble his freedom to get his prized arrow back? Was he that determined?
Now that is HOT!
It was time to drop the bomb."Are you part of Jujutsu High?"
He blinked innocently before responding, "No? What kind of question is that even?"
Hakari's heat immediately died down. Was he dumb? How would someone who uses their Cursed Technique so publicly claim to not be a sorcerer?
If it was a Curse User, he should've been captured by now.
Hakari scoffed, "Come on Jojo, don't lie to me. That ID of yours is totally fake— who you're tryin' to be, McLovin?"
Josuke's eye twitched in irritation, "Who the fuck is McLovin?!"
Of course, he wouldn't know… he plays the part of a spy well. Too well actually, and first years are usually not that experienced in spying.
…He cannot be an interdimensional traveler, right?
"Never mind that…" Hakari shook his head, "Even if that's your real name, there's no place in Japan called Morioh. It doesn't even exist."
Josuke chuckled awkwardly, "Yeah, I wouldn't be surprised if you haven't heard of the town, it's a pretty obscure place."
Hakari scowled, not believing the bullshit Josuke's spouting.
"I don't think you get it, the town Morioh literally doesn't exist… and I know my towns very well I tell you."
Josuke's eyes widened and his face went blank. He seemed so surprised that beads of sweat came down his forehead.
"It's worse than I thought…" he eventually said as he slammed his fist on his knee. "Damn it all!"
He eventually sighed and looked back at Hakari, who watched the whole play under scrutiny.
"Listen, Hakari-san, I don't think you will believe me but I'm a—"
"Interdimensional traveler?"
Josuke stopped as his shoulders eased, seemingly relieved at Hakari's quick response, "Yeah, I am actually… so you'll believe me now?"
Kirara snickered at Josuke's words as Hakari poured himself another glass of brandy and chugged it in one go.
"That's the thing…"
He took the empty glass of brandy and smashed it on his forehead with a manic grin. "YOU'LL HAVE TO DO A BETTER JOB TO MAKE IT BELIEVABLE!"
Josuke flinched from the sudden action and Hakari felt his Curse Energy flare up. He lunged at the teen with a powerful haymaker which was instantly blocked by the pink avatar's arm, but the force of the punch was so strong that it launched Josuke very far away, as his body crashed out of the office and went through several walls.
Hakari quickly rushed towards him to where he landed, and let out a quick laugh as he saw the teen lying on the floor with only a few bruises on his face.
He was right where he wanted to be, right at the center of the fighting stage.
Hakari jumped down to the ring and walked right to Josuke, his Curse Energy and Technique already ready to go once more.
Josuke clicked his tongue as he got up from the hit.
"What was that for?! I thought that were going to talk this over!" he shouted desperately as he tried to plead with him.
"We were, but I'm feeling cold with your lying!" Hakari grinned menacingly as he cracked his knuckles, "I was hopin' Gojo would have sent me a better Sorcerer but instead I got a wimp with an outdated hairstyle!"
As soon as Hakari said that, his grin died down and he tensed as Josuke's gaze darkened. Pink aura oozed around him as his pink humanoid avatar manifested to his side, with a livid expression on its face.
"What the fuck did you say about my hair?!" Josuke snapped as he clenched both of his fists, ready to unleash hell upon him.
So his suspicions were correct, his hair was the trigger!
And he didn't even mean to insult it, it was just a critic. Nobody uses this kind of hairstyle anymore, heck, it even looks good on Josuke.
But as long as he can get him to fight, Hakari is happy.
Hakari cracked his neck and let out a challenging grin, "What are you gonna do about it, huh?!"
Josuke barred his teeth at him before grinning back as he placed a hand on his hip and straightened his back in an unusual posture, "I'm gonna kick your ass, take my arrow, and then kick your ass again. How's that sound?"
"Hoho, then feel free to do so," Hakari said as he placed both hands on his pants and planted his feet forward. He didn't know why, but he couldn't help but pose before springing into action.
Both fighters walked forward, staring at each other eyes without even blinking, their focus never wavering. They stopped once they were just a few meters off each other, each of them not moving a muscle as they waited for who would strike first.
DORA!
Hakari immediately raised both of his arms to block the punch of the humanoid avatar and immediately grunted as the fist connected, which forcibly slid him backward as Josuke pressed further.
Holy shit, he didn't want to admit, but this power and speed is ridiculous!
Now he was heating up!
Hakari chuckled as he grabbed the pink avatar's arm and didn't let him go. He then used his free arm and delivered a clean punch into the avatar's solar plexus, knocking the air from Josuke himself.
'Ah, so that's how it is.' He thought as he realized how his power worked. It's not a separate minion that fights for him, but rather an extension of his soul, so it means that any damage gets reflected back at the user.
Hakari wasted no time as he delivered a haymaker right to the face, followed right by an uppercut. He then threw Josuke right into the ground with a crack and was about to cave his face with his fist to finish him off.
Until suddenly, the avatar raised its finger and touched Hakari's forehead, surprising him.
Hakari's face had shards of glass that littered from when he smashed the glass of whisky with his forehead, and those same shards began to move on their own reattaching themselves to the very same whisky glass he used to drink from, right into Josuke's avatar free arm.
DORA!
The avatar then smashed the whisky glass right into Hakari's face. He felt a sharp pain as the shards dug into his skin and blood poured out from his face, causing him to stumble backward.
DORARA!
Another right to his jaw. Hakari leaped backward to avoid the flurry of hits that he was about to receive.
Josuke stood from the floor as he panted, the hits he received from earlier took a toll on him.
Hakari spat out blood from his mouth, as Josuke nearly broke his jaw. A flurry of hits would probably break every bone in his body and force him to use his technique.
"That Cursed Technique is of yours, it's nothing like I've ever seen. It doesn't heal, but rather, it restores, right?" Hakari asked, prompting Josuke to look at him in confusion.
"…You mean my Stand, right? Crazy Diamond?"
Hakari grimaced, he's still with the acting bullshit? What the hell is a Stand even?
Scratch that, the fact that he still wanted to keep acting despite them already fighting was even weirder. Unless he's that loyal to Jujutsu High, there's no way he would keep his façade now.
And Gojo's recruits were NEVER loyal to the higher-ups. So the possibility of Josuke telling the truth is high.
Even if it's true, it would be the most bizarre situation he has ever encountered in his career as a Sorcerer. Not only that, he may just have ripped off the opportunity for this kid to return back home to his friends and family. He doesn't want that in his conscience.
So he will test him once again.
Hakari shouted, "KIRARA, BLAST THE SPEAKERS!"
Josuke narrowed his eyes as Kirara's footsteps were heard and they made their appearance. They jumped towards the DJ stand on the spectator's seat and placed their hands on the machine. Then the music started playing.
Hakari began moving his hips as he heard the rhythm and drowned himself in the music. He has been liking this new genre a lot recently.
Brazilian Phonk.
Hakari ripped off his shirt and let out a feral smile. "LET'S GET HIGH ON MY FEVER, JOJO, WE WILL HIT EACH OTHER ONE OF US FINALLY COLLAPSES!"
Josuke flinched as Hakari lunged towards him suddenly with a flurry of punches.
Haymaker to the left cheek followed right into quick jabs. Hakari heard satisfying cracks as his punches damaged the pompadour teen considerably. He then performed a judo throw and threw the teen towards a pillar with the speakers, shattering everything on impact.
Smoke emerged from the rubble as Josuke stood up, wincing from the pain.
It seemed that his Stand didn't allow him to heal himself; rather, he could heal everything around him. It was a very exploitable weakness.
If that was the case, then this fight was as good as over.
That was until he saw Josuke dust himself off with a stoic expression, shrugging off the beating he just taken.
"That all you've got? Cause there's someone that hits even harder than you, and compared to him—" he said mockingly as a pillar around him regenerated, but before it could reattach itself to the ground, [Crazy Diamond] grabbed the huge pillar with its bear arms. "Your hits are nothing!"
DORA!
And hurled it towards Hakari at great speeds. The gambler's eyes widened as he saw the stone pillar already crashing by his torso, not having any time to dodge. He coughed blood as he felt a sharp pain in his ribs that he decided to promptly ignore as Josuke closed the distance, his Stand already preparing to attack.
DORA! DORA! The Stand roared as it launched a barrage of punches and kicks that Hakari had barely dodged.
He clicked his tongue, he was getting annoyed by this bastard, he should wrap this up. Hakari grabbed both arms of the Stand, pinning its movement. Josuke's eyes widened as he felt that he couldn't get away from Hakari's strong grip.
"Gotcha!" the gambler said eagerly as he leaned his head backward and bashed the Stand's head with his own. He felt a sharp pain on his forehead as the Stand's hard head hurt him. Blood poured out from his forehead, but he was still laughing like a maniac. "You think I will lose while MY music is playing?!"
He then grabbed the Stand by the throat, which caused Josuke himself to lift in the air.
"And with this…" Hakari chuckled darkly as he clenched his fist so much that the veins of his muscles popped. "I WIN!"
ORA! With a devastating hit on the torso, he sent Josuke flying right to Kirara's location, crashing into DJ Stand, stopping the music, and shattering every single component there.
…That's a million yen in damage, but who cares right now? He's rich!
Kirara had to jump away from the stand as the pompadour teen crash-landed there. They let an annoyed sight for the damage done but shrugged it off, knowing how often Hakari broke pricy stuff during his career as a Sorcerer.
Hakari closed the distance and inspected the downed Sorcerer. He was about to claim victory until he saw Josuke stand up with wobbly legs and a bloodied face, still eyeing Hakari with a stoic expression.
"Still defiant?" Hakari shook his head in disappointment. He admired his tenacity, but this was sad, he was getting thrashed on throughout the entirety of the fight and though Josuke had done considerable damage to him, it wasn't enough to beat him. "You should know by now that it's over, Jojo. Give up and work for me."
He didn't say a word, he merely tucked a hand in his pocket and pulled out a white towel as he cleaned himself from all the blood and sweat he had over his body. Hakari raised his eyebrow, what was he trying to do? Was he going to 'fix' the towel and use his blood to blind him? Does that trick really work?
"Hakari-san… it's no good for you to sweat so much." Josuke muttered as he threw the towel to the side. His stoic façade broke as the whole DJ Stand began to fix itself. "Especially around electronics!"
Hakari felt his blood run cold as he looked around himself and saw that the live wiring began to wrap around his arms and immediately felt the electricity coursing through his body.
He walked right into Josuke's trap.
Sweaty skin means less resistance against electricity.
"FUUUUUUUUCK!"He screamed as he felt a sharp pain as his body lit up in light. The sound of his blood boiling and skin burning was unbearable, it felt as if he was stabbed multiple times with tiny knives from all angles.
He could take the pain, he has survived worse situations, but the fact that his body remained immobile was a fatal mistake. And that's what Higashikata Josuke was waiting for.
The pompadour teen stood right at his face, glaring at him with cold anger.
"The bet was that you're willing to share the information with me if I beat you, and I agreed with it," Josuke said as his eyes were darkened by his hair. "You didn't say that it had to be fair."
Hakari gritted his teeth as he saw the fists of [Crazy Diamond] lowering towards him.
DORARARARARARARARARARARARARARARARARARARARARARA!
Punch after punch, Hakari felt every single bone in his body shatter like glass as the flurry of fists of the Stand dug through his body.
DORA!
And with a final blow to his chin, he was sent flying away and crashed on the floor.
His body smoked from his charred skin as he convulsed from the pain. Hakari felt unimaginable pain from his whole body, as it had multiple lacerations and bruises.
Anyone could say that Hakari lost the bet, and he would be in need of immediate medical attention, but Josuke committed a fatal mistake because he didn't cut off his hands. It let him able to activate his trump card to become immortal.
Josuke closed the distance with him, seemingly ready to deliver the final blow and claim victory.
Hakari chuckled weakly, now it's time to gamble and kick this fool's—
Before he could do anything, Hakari felt the pain of his broken bones ceasing and saw his skin regaining color as he was enveloped in a warm energy. All of his previous injuries simply vanished in sight.
To say that he was baffled would be an understatement, he was flabbergasted. He looked at his body again with a dumbfounded expression and moved his arms and shoulder smoothly as if they weren't even broken in the first place.
He didn't activate his domain… so this wasn't his own healing.
That was [Crazy Diamond] healing him out of all things… did he do that on purpose or did he fuck up?
No, it cannot be the latter, he seemed too competent of a fighter to screw up like that. He healed him of his volition.
"…Why'd you do that?"
Josuke let out a sigh, "There's no reason for us to keep going, I didn't want to fight you in the first place, I just want the arrow back. Plus, you don't really seem like a bad dude, you just like to get high on your… fever."
Hakari nodded in approval, that would be an apt description of him.
"And why do you want this arrow?"
"...You won't believe me if I told you."
He narrowed his eyes, now he's more curious than ever.
"Try me, I wanna feel how hot your answer is."
Josuke didn't know it, but he managed to accomplish something that few Sorcerers had managed to do. He managed to make Hakari listen.
The pompadour teen seemed to think about his answer for a few seconds before he closed his eyes. "That arrow contains the power to create a Stand… and possibly grant something much more dangerous to that same Stand user."
Hakari hummed as he processed the information. Stands seem to be those humanoid avatars that appear next to their user to fight for them, like being a minion from a Summoner class in an RPG game.
Instead of being a minion though, the user materializes their own soul to fight for them.
"You still haven't told me why you want this arrow."
Josuke sat up on his knees and didn't speak, carefully thinking about his answer. His gaze hardened and he looked right at Hakari's eyes.
"If the arrow threw me into this world, then it can damn well get me back… it'd better. I have to go back to my friends and family… they're probably worried sick about me. And also, I can't let the arrow fall into the wrong hands… or else Tokyo is gonna have to deal with what happened to my town, and I'll be damned if I let that happen."
Those eyes… he can see it, the fever.
His whole answer sounds completely ridiculous from a normal standpoint. Why does he specifically need the arrow to return home? Can't he just contact his family by conventional means?
But if he had to guess, the events that happened today led him to believe that he was indeed a dimensional traveler.
The unnamed Cursed Tool, his Stand, his ignorance towards modern times, and the fact that he convinced even Hakari himself to believe that he lived in a fictional town named Morioh. He seemed way too good to be a spy from Jujutsu High.
Higashikata Josuke's existence was a whole mystery.
Even with this, he's just… a normal teenage kid who wants to do the right thing. A true man with a heart of gold.
Hakari reached his conclusion. He got up and dusted himself off. "Simple answers come from very simple men with simple goals—"
"You said simple three times—"
"And yet, those simple men are usually those that burn the hottest. Your explanation might be ridiculous, but your goal is simple." Hakari said with his arms crossed. "And sometimes, simplicity is hot enough."
He then looked at Josuke dead in the eyes. "Jojo…"
Josuke frowned and backed at the serious stare he received from Hakari. The possibility of the fight escalating didn't leave his mind, which was understandable, he just met him after all.
Luckily for him, Hakari already made his decision.
Hakari let out a grin and extended his arm. "You're cool."
Josuke's serious expression broke as he stared at him with wide eyes, not expecting the guy who fought him to the death moments ago to act friendly all of a sudden.
Hakari didn't know it, but Josuke had that effect on people, as most of his friends in Morioh were usually hard beaten by him before coming around. A truly bizarre way of making friends.
"Uh, thanks?" Josuke said unsurely as he shook hands with Hakari's. His expression then turned serious as he seemed to remember why he came here in the first place.
"Hakari-san, please give me back the arrow, if that thing falls into the wrong hands, people will seriously get hurt."
Hakari pursed his lips as he remembered the beautiful golden arrow that Josuke had in his pocket.
He would gladly give it back to him… if he had it.
"About that—" Hakari scratched his cheek as he laughed awkwardly. "Kirara sold it."
Josuke's mouth gaped before looking at Kirara with, who stood near Hakari, with a mix of anger and frustration.
"YOU DID WHAT?!"
Kirara had the decency of looking ashamed as they twiddled her thumbs. "I might've sold it to some fashionista named Star Reggie for a hefty sum…"
And it was a really hefty sum, no one can deny that. Hakari might lessen his suspension with Jujutsu High with that kind of cash…
Josuke was on the verge of panic as he gritted his teeth and began to sweat profusely. "Now what am I going to do… that's my only ticket home!"
Hakari snorted, that was a tame reaction, he expected him to scream at the thought of not being able to return home now that the arrow was out of his reach. Josuke seemed like the type of guy who would keep his cool even in the most ridiculous situations.
Which is an incredible trait in a world filled with curses.
'He has potential…' he thought as a cheeky grin appeared on his face.
A light bulb lit up on top of his head.
"I can get in contact with the vendor and arrange a meeting with him, I'll give you a heads up on the date," Hakari said, causing Josuke to snap out of his stupor.
"You would do that?"
Hakari nodded, it was the least he could do to help this kid to return home.
Josuke sent a blank look at Hakari and let out a relaxed sigh. "…That's better than nothing I guess, but what am I supposed to do in the meantime? I'm broke!"
Kirara beamed and snapped their fingers, seemingly having the same idea as Hakari. "You're strong, Jo-chan, so I think that you will be perfect for one particular job. Right, Kin-chan~?"
Hakari's let out a knowing smile as he picked up what they were saying. "That's right!"
Kirara threw Hakari's phone, which he caught smoothly and he began dialing a number. 'He will surely know what to do with him.'
And on the screen, the name Gojo Satoru could be seen.
"Jojo, welcome to the world of Jujutsu."
And we are donezo! Jojo and Jujutsu Kaisen are my favorite series, so I hope I gave both series the respect they deserve.
I'd like to shout out a story from a good friend of mine. It's a crossover between RWBY and JJK by TheCongo: Remnant's Cursebreaker.
I've been writing a RWBY x JJK crossover called Recipe for Chaos if you want to check it out. I will update that next.
Also, one more shoutout to this story: FateShadows by MegaDumbo. The premise of this story is Megumi Fushiguro as a protagonist in Fate, so give that a read if y'all are interested.
Until next!