A few months ago, in the scorching sun in Chicago, I woke up in a body not my own, with a knife in my stomach and a life not my own with a name that was simultaneously mine and not mine. My memories were vague, confusing, and absolutely nonsensical for me.

I am just a simple teen…

(I am the son of the Joestars…)

...with nothing of note..

(...I have everything I could want…)

...and no reason to get into fights!

(...and they were jealous.)

Apathy and confusion warred.

My name is…

(My name is…)

[Jordan Joestar].

And this is the day that changed everything for one apathetic and ignorant young man.


The [Joestars] are a bizarre family, tracing their lineage to Britain, Japan, and many other countries where they've left their mark, not only on the land itself but on the people.

They're notorious for being a varied cast of characters more fit for a children's show than in real life. One Joestar can be known for being a thug while the next can gather a fortune of the ages only for the next to give it all away to save others.

Commonly, scions of the [Joestar] lineage have similar traits. Their pride, their short fuse, and their penchant for [bizarre] situations. But none will stand above their tree core [traits]. Their [honor], [loyalty], and above all, their [courage].

All except for the most recent [Joestar], Jordan 'Jordi' Joestar.

He's cruel, mocking, and is generally a jerk.

He was stabbed during the summer one day when he was out with his 'friends'. He was the first to run when it got bad and got stabbed for it.

When the paramedics got there, he was conscious but bleeding enough blood to kill a normal person. They were expecting either a [Parahuman] or something else.

Instead, they got a traumatized teen trying to come to grasps with what just happened.

Of course, he was a jerk, snapping at the nurses and some of the employees but would be quick to apologize. Genuine in his words and a bit lost as he was quickly forgiven.

For his previous attitude, he'd be shipped off to [Brockton Bay] to live on his own and learn responsibility with some old family friends.


In the back of a bus, a fit young man with black hair and brown eyes is tapping his finger against his forearm, headphones in his ears and arm crossed with an unreadable expression as he's learned to do so after weeks of mocking from his, or their actually but Jordan doesn't care, 'friends'.

Beside him is a backpack filled with personal items while to his left is a larger bag, filled with clothes and other personal effects.

The young man, on the other hand, wore a necklace around his neck with a cross on it, the silver standing out from his black shirt with a denim jacket over it, patches of golden stars on both shoulders with the sleeves rolled up to around elbow length, pinned down by, well, golden pins, the right one was a heart while the left was a hand. His right arm was decorated sparsely decorated, only having a simple watch that's still ticking while his left has a wristband with a star on it along with a ring on his thumb.

Reaching up, Jordan grabs the ring and spins it while biting his lip, allowing emotion to surface.

Worry painted his face as he released a breath. Jordan, in both sense of the original of the body and the soul, were similar, practically the same except for one glaring reason.

The [soul] was born from a couple who weren't in the best of situations money-wise whereas the [body] was born into a well-off family. This difference birthed two different people, the [soul] is kind and understanding while the [body] is cruel and apathetic.

With such different situations, it doesn't birth a mild person but someone who's simultaneously a jerk and a good person.

In the end, Jordan is himself and anymore thought will lead to uncomfortable situations.

He sighs, looking at the ceiling, as he taps his foot against the floor.

Then, even from the music he was listening to, he heard something as the bus came to a sudden stop, sending the people, specifically Jordan, flying forward as he managed to grab one of the poles and right himself.

"What the fuck?" Jordan cursed, stomping forward as he spotted the bus driver tilting his head. "The hell was that?"

"Um, please return to your seat sir, I...don't really know what's happening but I'll call the company." The bus driver managed as Jordan clicked his tongue, ignoring the man as he walks out.

"I'll be back." He says, ignoring the words of the bus driver, the rest of the people in the bus as he wanders out onto the green meadows, his expression relaxing as it became more placid and his stance more relaxed.

"Wake up in a new world and this is what happens? How interesting." He mumbles under his breath, the wind taking his voice away as he looks to the sky as he walks forward.

He saw something glint a distance away, his eyes trailing it as he wanders towards it. "What is it?"

It was a puddle of water, yet the water itself was strange, it seemed to glint very brightly, almost completely reflective like a mirror as Joshua squats, peering into the puddle as he nodded. "Looks good."

His face was reflected, handsome and fit as he took a moment to lighten up his mood.

He blinked and lost view for a second, the wind picking up as he loses his balance and reaches forward, his hand splashing against the puddle as he curses. "Damn it."

Taking a moment, he pushed himself back into his previous squatting position while taking a breath before flinching. "Ah!" He pulls his hand out, shaking it as he looks at the cut drops of blood falling out as he hissed. "Fuck."

He takes a moment to close his eyes, shaking his hand to get rid of the pain as he returns his gaze towards the puddle. "What the fuck?"

The puddle was gone, leaving only a few drops as more and more join with each other, making a small mirror in the form of a tiny puddle as his right eye is reflected.

He blinks and instead of his eye, another figure is shown, a one-to-one spectral image of himself with its blue skin resembling glitching pixels, the eye under a thick black visor with the words [Awaiting Connection...] in green at the bottom with two zeroes to represent eyes.

Jordan freezes as he reaches up to his cheek, the figure doing the same and revealing a hand that lacks the pixel glitches and instead has lines similar to circuits running up to the fingers. "What the…?"

The [Spectral Being] 'blinks', its zeroes becoming dashes as the being seems to perk up, the text at the bottom of the visor changing. [User Found. Connection Established].

With that, Jordan blinks, the being disappearing as he instead peers into his own eyes.

He shakes it, looking down and sitting on his ass. "Am I tweaking?"

Nothing answers and Jordan releases a sigh. But his phone does vibrate.

He frowns, before electing to ignore it, deciding instead to head back to the bus. Not much has passed but maybe something changed.

His phone continues vibrating as he clicks his tongue. Maybe it's his mother that's just as nagging as before, but instead of going after his grades its his attitude 'unbefitting of a Joestar'.

He continues to ignore it as he reaches the bus and extends an arm to knock or forcefully open the door. But as his hand touches the glass he blinks as he hears a spark.

He freezes, blinking as he looks around, wondering whether it came from the bus or something else.

In the silence, he hears a particularly long vibration as he clicks his tongue. "What no-!?" he stopped as he looked at the messages.

[No harmful substances detected].

[Compiling Information...].

[Synchronizing…].

[Synced to ******* System].

[Disruption Felt].

[User in Danger]!

"What the-. Who hacked my phone?!" He exclaims as he looks into the bus driver's seat only to blink in realization.

Where's the bus driver?

The phone vibrates and another message came in with a glitched contact.

[Stand Has No Designation. User Must Give Designation to Stand].

"[Stand]? What's that?" Jordan mutters as he tries to look into the bus. "What the hell is going on?"

His phone vibrates once more and he looks at it.

[User's Senses Obfuscated via External Source].

[Vibrations coming From Inside Bus. Rest Hand On Door].

"...This is insane." Jordan mutters, placing his hand against the door as he closes his eyes.

He feels the phone vibrate but he got a sudden feeling. A feeling of success. So the...[Stand] must have been successful.

Then he heard it. "He isn't here."

A sense of...[vibration] came from within as the [Stand] followed it, reaching for one end of the [vibration] or the man's phone, before seemingly sucked into it, going further away until it reaches a banged up car with a man groaning openly, the [Stand] noting the man's physical features as it looks through his phone, taking in all the [information] in the phone for its own as the skinhead leans back.

Following the [strings] causing [vibrations] the [Stand] returns.

Opening his eyes, Jordan looked at his phone, watching as the screen changed to an email.

[The Joestar's child is on the move.] There was no more as Joshua quirks his brow. "what the hell does this mean?"

Suddenly, the screen changed to a newspaper. The image of a familiar figure in the front with a frown and a glare. [George Joestar denounces Empire Eighty-Eight, revealing evidence of their actions in Germany and other areas].

Staring at it, Jordan couldn't help but smile. "Way to go dad."

Seems like the Empire Eighty-Eight thought the Joestars were perfect supporters for their 'activities' and only found themselves being denounced, shamed, and insulted. The entire group that attempted to do so found themselves beaten up and limping along with having a bunch of their stuff and hideouts raided.

They tried to take Jordan hostage.

Not to mention that his [Stand] is still listening into their conversation that's been silent.

Finally, his eyes widen as he heard the one in the car say, "Just kill'em, they won't be missed anyway."

He cursed as he stepped back. Rearing his leg back as he felt his [Stand] enter the first skinhead's phone. Information filtering through it as he stops Jordan, both hands up and the word [Stop] on its visor. "What?"

This time, information filtered into his phone as he looked at it and smiled. "Right."

Inside, the people are cowering, the bus driver squirming with a hole in his thigh as he tries to move away from the man. "Now, sad to say, but if the kid's not here, all of you are useless, so...say hi to God for me."

The door opened gently, all of the occupants of the bus looking back as they see Jordan walking up the steps, hands in his pockets and his eyes blazing. "...Fucker."

A she's about to step forward, the man changes his target, turning his gun to an old lady, "Hold it." Jordan froze, swallowing some spit as the skinhead smiles. "You're coming with me."

Jordan slowly brings his hand up. His eyes mocking and his smile similar. "Come and get me then."

He leans back, his back on the dash as his [Stand] travels into it.

It searched for what it was looking for, finding the right [string] in a room full of [identical] strings using vague knowledge as it finds it.

It reaches out and pulls.

The horn went off, startling everyone as the man groans while gritting his teeth, recoiling as his aim went away from the old lady.

Jordan rushed forward, jumping as he grabbed two poles and hanging off them as he released both legs into his face, leaving a mark as the man went flying back, his gun clattering to the side as he tried to scamper back.

But Jordan was on his feet and reached for him as she grabs him by the hair and punches him in the jaw with a sickening crack as he fell unconscious.

Meanwhile, the man in the beat-up truck flinches at the sound, his hand scrambling for his phone to call-in reinforcements as he curses.

Only to find nothing as instead, he sees a screen of blue, the pixels glitching as he stares in horror. A second later, it steps back, revealing a well-built form, the glitches moving as it revealed circuit-like marks on its hand, overlapping the glitches as they all direct to its head where its visor shows a few words, both the 'eyes' resembling 'x'.

[Danger to User Found].

"What the-!?" he starts, only to jump when he looks out to see a man in a red costume with racing stripes and a 'V' on his chest. He crossed his arm like a disappointed parent, shaking his head as he taps his feet against the ground.

He glances back at the phone, noting how there's a set of messages sent to an unknown number with evidence of their attempt to kidnap the Joestar scion.

He pales rapidly as he tries to move but is instead forced out of the truck. "You're under arrest, you have a right to remain silent and anything you say will and can be used against you."

Meanwhile, Jordan sits down, staring at the [Parahuman] he knocked out as his [Stand] returns to his phone. He looks at it, its experiences flowing into him as it tells a story of how after causing the car to honk by using its [ability] it used the same ability to head towards the other skinhead's truck and used his own phone to send messages to someone who could help them, 'them' being the PRT.

"You know," he mutters under his breath as he looks at the Brockton Bay hero enter the bus with a smile and a wave, "you're pretty knowledgeable."

The [Stand] directs its thanks towards Jordan as the young man hums. "But you do need a name…"

He looks at his phone. Lowering the notifications to see a familiar name, both form his old world and his new one.

Smirking, Jordan nods. "Then, how about [Knowledge Above All Nonsense] or [K.A.A.N.] for short?"

There was a second before the contact on his phone was changed to some glitch to [K.A.A.N.].

Sighing, Jordan lets [K.A.A.N.] dissipate, information filing into him as he waits for the situation to change.

In a world full of [nonsense], let it be known that [knowledge] trumps all.


A/N: So, I wrote this instead of what I'm supposed to. [K.A.A.N] , a stand that is going to be a recurring Stand, simply because I genuinely like what I came up with him so I might write more of him or he might appear in other stories crossed over with Jojos.

Now, if this is ever to become a full-length story, instead of a Corpse or Arrows, its instead water after a comet hit the ground and released something that allows for Stands. Its in the water supply basically.

Now, time to reveal some stats of a possible recurring stand!


Stand Name: [Knowledge Above All Nonsense]/[K.A.A.N.]

User: Jordan 'Jordi' Joestar

Destructive Power: -

Speed: C

Range: A

Staying Power: A

Accuracy: A

Development Potential: A

Ability: Information Manipulation

Ability Explanation: [K.A.A.N.] is a long-range Stand that has an ability that feels like being in a room with a bunch of strings, they vibrate randomly and look alike, but using what it knows, the Stand can find information easily and manipulate it or travel through certain strings that connect two electronics and sift through the information in them.

Future Possibilities: Currently, it was planned for [K.A.A.N.] to be similar to Paisley Park from Part 8, more as a support at first but after it has no way of protecting his User by manipulating the strings around him, it'll try to punch the enemy, finding it futile, it notes how it has a map of the enemy's body and connects it with the multiple hits Jordan has taken and 'punches' again and the enemy screams, finding no mark but with lingering pain, basically manipulating the information the nerves are sending to the brain.


As you can see, [K.A.A.N.] was going to be similar to Paisley Park but instead of helping its user by giving it two options to help escape, it would instead directly manipulate information to either call for help or causing distractions.

So, like usual, I hope you guys enjoyed and leave a review!