Chapter 8: Here I Go Again

(AKA Weather and Whitesnake, Part 2)

On January 17, 1989, at around 8:00 in the morning, every member of the Pucci family woke up in a cold shock. They had all experienced a nightmare which they couldn't possibly comprehend.

Marco was worried about what could have become of him, Domenico was worried about his memories (and his brother turning evil), and Perla was worried about the KKK. To be blunt, what the Pucci family had experienced that night was their literal worst nightmare. In particular, Marco had become what he hated most: pure, unadulterated evil. Over breakfast, each member of the family (who lived alone most of the time) discussed their dream.

"So," Marco took a bite out of his pancakes. "We all woke up in a cold sweat, didn't we?"

"…"

"It's okay if you don't want to tell me; I feel bad about it too."

"…"

"If this was a past life, I sure made some horrible decisions in it. For starters, Perla, I am sorry for calling the KKK on you and Domenico, who I didn't even know was my brother yet."

"…"

"I am sorry for following a murderous, narcissistic vampire and carrying out his goals to bring everyone on Earth to a twisted version of heaven." The young man was crying at this point.

"…"

"Even so, I am grateful that I found out about the 'embarrassment' myself and didn't hire a Klansman, causing my life and the lives of countless others to spiral into ruin. I'm glad that I don't have a priestly obligation to keep my mouth shut on confessions."

"It's okay, Marco." Domenico put his utensils down and reassured his brother to the best of his ability. "Everybody makes mistakes, and we can all redeem ourselves."

"You're right." The tears slowed down after a few moments. "I am going to name my Stand 'Whitesnake', because there is a song by that band about redeeming oneself. Starting today, I am going to redeem myself the right way: by making the world a better place!" The mood changed from one of sorrow to one of hope very quickly.

"I've come up with a pretty cool name for my Stand, too. Since the forecast is inaccurate whenever I use my Stand, I might as well BE the 'Weather Report!'" After Domenico (from now on referred to as "Weather") said the name, lightning struck the sea outside the mansion.

"Well then, Weather and Whitesnake. Sounds like a good combo name. But first, I have some amends to make."

Marco got up and walked over to the phone on the wall, dialing in the number 1-800-563-7827. This number was the line for Joestar Real Estate in New York.

"It's probably futile to call Joseph Joestar directly, but so be it." The dial-tone sounded, and a man on the other end picked up.

"Hello, this is Joestar Real Estate, how can I help you?"

"Could you patch me through to headquarters, please? It's about Delta India Oscar."

Unbeknownst to Marco, he was talking directly to Roses, Joseph Joestar's personal bodyguard. All calls to Joestar's company were directed not to a call center, but directly to Roses, as Joestar didn't believe in call centers, so inconvenient.

"Very well. Mr. Joestar is in Japan right now, but I'll patch you through to him."

A few seconds passed, with jazz music playing as the call was on hold.

"Hello? Who is this?"

"Do you, by any chance, know about DIO?"

The man on the other end spit onto the carpet at the Kujo household. "Yes, he's dead as dirt. How do you know him?"

"I know him too well, and I hate him as much as you do."

The man on the other end was a teenage Jotaro Kujo. "Yare yare, I thought I was going to have to deal with yet another piece of shit."

"Well, I'm sorry for being too mysterious. Listen, I need to talk to you about the plans that he had."

The two then talked about the world of Stands and users thereof, and after talking for about fifteen minutes, they formed a partnership and agreed to meet at a hotel in Calgary, Canada.

"36, 14, 28, 24, 80, 36. His plan by the numbers." Jotaro talked slowly and quietly, nursing his Tim Hortons coffee as he talked to a mild-mannered Marco in a Calgarian hotel room.

"Yes, that's basically it. You could make a password out of it and nobody would know." Marco was sitting in front of the heater (which was the closest thing that one could get to a fireplace in a hotel) also enjoying his coffee.

"So, how did you infiltrate his ranks?"

"Simple. I pretended to be nice to him, listened to him, pretended to agree with him, endured his 'tests', and I survived."

Jotaro spit out his coffee, threatening to partially burn the rug. "How on earth were you able to do that?"

Suddenly, Marco faded and was replaced by his newly named Whitesnake.

Jotaro got up to check where he was, only to find him coming out of the bathroom.

"That's simple. I'm a master of deception." he explained. "I recently discovered that my Stand could create illusions, such as the one you just saw. I needed to use the bathroom, but I wanted to be polite, so…"

"…"

"What? You can't trust me now? I'm sorry. I want everyone I meet to feel comfortable around me. Besides my enemies, of course."

Jotaro summoned Star Platinum. He didn't like people who were cryptic in their wording.

"DIO was one of the worst people I met. I hate him for breakfast, lunch, dinner, and if necessary, dessert. I want to destroy his legacy just as much as you do, so I need you to trust me." Marco was shedding tears.

"…"

"Every night, me, my brother and my sister have these…nightmares. They tell me everything about what would happen if I actually joined him and carried out his twisted goals. Because of him, I don't know if I can trust anyone that I meet ever again, but you KILLED him. You set me free, and I need your help to redeem myself once and for all"

Jotaro put away Star Platinum. "Alright, Marco. I trust you, but I need you to prove that trust with an action."

"I'll do anything. What is it?"

"Two things, actually. First, I want you to take that bone that you showed me and put it in the sunlight for one hour; That should dissolve it completely. Second, I want you to go out for a drink with me tonight at the hotel bar."

"Gladly." Things can be perfectly explained from here. DIO's final remnant, his bone, was disintegrated, and the two men had a drink that night. Until Jolyne's birth in 1992, they shared a partnership in hunting down the remaining agents of DIO.

Everyone was eating breakfast on November 11, 2011, the day after "Operation Foo Fighters" was completed. There are 131 days until the wedding of Jolyne Cujoh and Narciso Anasui. Marco was recalling the story of a fight with a cult leader named Kenzo, who practiced a "silly little technique" named Feng Shui.

"So, literally, Feng Shui means 'water and wind'. The problem for him was that Domenico manipulated both wind and water, making his Stand's predictions worthless. And that made it all the easier for me to take him out. So much for fortune-telling."

Everyone laughed. Everyone except Emporio, that is. He was eating his food slowly, with a grim expression on his face.

"What's wrong?" asked Jolyne, who was the only one that Emporio really "knew" much about. "I said that we're not dead. Even F.F. is here." She pointed to Foo Fighters, who was sitting across the table, having been medically cleared to be around humans.

"…"

"Remember when Weather turned us all into snails?"

"Yes, but I think I'm doubting myself more than ever. I need a psychiatrist."

Author's Note: I apologize for the brevity of this chapter, but I promise that I will be writing a very deep and revealing chapter soon. It is also worth noting that some of this (especially "What if Pucci was good") is inspired by JoJo's Bizarre Adventure: Glitters Like Gold on Wattpad and Amino. I highly suggest that you check it out, even if this contradicts it.