Chapter 1: Joestar-Summers.
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From the very start of his life, Jonathan Joestar-Summers knew, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that he was special. Not because he was born in the lap of luxury. Not because his mother had died when he was young, and his father had remarried a spirited young woman that had once been married to a scientist, but had left him on the day of his death, and now published novels under an alias. Not in the manner that he and everyone else on the planet were, supposedly, in their own ways, special, even those that clearly were not.
He was special in the sense that he could do things others could not. He knew things others did not. He could do things others could not. He saw the beauty in things others did not. And while much of this spirit inside him came from his mother and her musings on the world, far more of it came from his own awakening.
Where many of the youths his age were content to play aimlessly in the mud, he would spend his time reading.
If you asked the average idiot what his goal in life was, he would answer with an outlandishly stupid thing society simply told him to want. An idiot would say he wanted to be famous, or to play in some sports team, or to know the touches of a thousand women aboard a pleasure boat made of gold.
Jonathan Joestar-Summers knew better. His goals were far grander, far more beautiful, and far more likely... For he intended to achieve those goals in his lifetime, and that made all the difference.
The boy had his whole life planned out, from day one to day one billion, and it would all go exactly according to plan.
He would not waste his life and money away like his father, and he would not hide in the shadows while slaving away at a typewriter for the entertainment of fools, like his mother. No, he would bask in the sun, and lead humanity into a better and brighter future, for his life's goal was to become a scientist. Like Prometheus stealing fire from the gods, only better, because he wouldn't end up tortured for eternity. If he had his way, any gods responsible for such a cruel and unjust world would be the ones tortured for eternity, for eternity would be his.
Jonathan Joestar-Summers was distracted from his musings on his own brilliance by the sound of some idiots chanting something. “Erina's a crybaby, Erina's a crybaby!”
He looked around, and saw two idiots harassing some girl, a doll in their hands.
Sighing, the boy put his book on advanced calculus down on his picnic cloth, walking down the grassy hill and leaving its tree's shade. Being a gentleman was such a pain... He hopped up onto a wall for dramatic effect.
“I wasn't aware that you two so deeply enjoyed playing with girl's toys.” Jonathan said, smirking.
“Shit, it's Jojo.” One boy muttered.
“What do you want, idiot?” The one with the doll asked stupidly, causing the first to turn to him in horror.
An icy-hot fury overtook the boy, and he breathed in. “What the devil did you just say about my intelligence?!” He shouted, charging ahead and punching him in the solar plexus.
The boy doubled over and went flying, as if a battering ram pushed by twenty men had crashed into him, and he flew through the air like a ragdoll before landing on the ground. His friend screamed and ran away, abandoning him on the spot.
Jonathan Joestar-Summers glared at the boy on the ground, walking toward him. “You've just seen what I can do, but you don't yet know what I'm capable of. Those stories about me, what did those stories say?”
“Th-that you're inhumanly strong, and you show no mercy to anyone that wrongs you, and you like magic tricks, and-”
“And?” Jonathan asked, grabbing the boy by his shirt and effortlessly holding him in the air. “What else did they say?”
“That you're the smartest human in the world!” He said fearfully.
Jonathan dropped the boy. “Good, now give the girl her doll back.”
The boy gave the doll to the girl, shivering and sweating.
The second the doll left his hand, his back bent back, like somebody invisible was holding him and trying to break his back.
“Oh? And what do you have to say to me?” Jonathan wondered, putting a hand near his ear.
“I'm sorry!” He yelled fearfully, starting to cry.
“For what?” Jonathan asked smugly.
“For stealing Erina's doll and calling you stupid!” He sobbed.
The boy felt his back bend backwards against his will, stretching where it shouldn't have been possible, the top of his head touching his rear, the two merging together like a non-newtonian fluid.
“For making an ass of yourself.” Jonathan clarified with a smirk.
The boy breathed in twice, taking in what had happened, and he screamed, running away and tripping every five paces as he struggled to keep his balance.
“Such a pitiful creature...” Jonathan said, running a hand through his hair, smirking in a way that made her heart race.
“How did you do that?” The girl asked in wonder.
“Now, now, what kind of magician gives away his secrets?” Jonathan Joestar-Summers asked smugly. “What's the matter, aren't you scared?”
“No, I... I always loved magic tricks.”
“Oh, really?” Jonathan wondered, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a perfect red rose that wouldn't have fit in there at all. “How about this one?” He asked, embedding it in her hair.
“It's beautiful.” She said, smiling up at it, and blushing. “But did you really need to be so rough with those brutes?”
“The more traumatic I make the experience, the less likely they are to do anything like this again. That ass trick will wear off tomorrow morning, and he and everyone that sees him will have been successfully scared straight. It's simple logic, really.”
“My name's Pendleton. Erina Pendleton. Who are you?” Erina asked.
Jonathan smiled at her. “My name is Jonathan Joestar-Summers.”
Chapter 2: Dio.
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It was another normal day of reading a book on trigonometry while throwing a ball for his dog over and over, until it wasn't.
A carriage appeared, and from it sprung a blonde boy in a blue suit. His eyes were cold and hard, despite his young age.
“What a stylish entrance.” Jonathan remarked. “You'd be Dio Brando, yes?”
Dio's smile was fake, and barely concealed any of his inner smugness. “And you must be Jonathan Joestar.”
“Jonathan Joestar-Summers. People call me Jojo.” Jonathan said, extending his arm for a friendly shake.
His dog barked as he ran to his owner. “Danny!” Jonathan said happily. “This is my dog, Danny. Don't worry, he doesn't bite.”
Dio's leg struck Jonathan's dog in the face, and Jonathan's jaw dropped.
An invisible hand grabbed Dio's head and forced it into the fist of Jonathan Joestar-Summers, breaking his nose with his own normal, human strength. Dio stumbled back, and a series of invisible punches at his stomach smashed rib after rib before he hit the ground when Jonathan's invisible ally threw him head-first into the dirt.
“Get up.” Jonathan demanded, and the wounds slowly vanished from the boy. Confused, Dio got up, unharmed, and looked at Jonathan in fear. “What are you doing?” He demanded.
“Isn't it obvious? I have friends in high places.” Jonathan Joestar-Summers said, smirking. Out of the corner of his eye, the bloodied nose of Danny healed itself.
Dio's left leg was snapped to the side with a kick from Jonathan's invisible ally, and Dio fell to the ground again. The boundary between his legs flashed with a gold light and vanished, his legs and pants merging together as he screamed. One invisible hand covered the boy's mouth, and one held the boy's head up for Jonathan to glare down at him. “I know my father wants you to live with me. And I don't want my studies disturbed.” Jonathan said coldly. ”So I'll make this clear: You won't fuck with my world, and I won't fuck with your world.”
To his surprise, the boy began to cry. “Why... How could you do this to me?” He sobbed.
Jonathan rolled his eyes, and the boy's wounds were erased. “What a loser.” He commented, pointing at the boy's legs. They split apart once again, unharmed. “Unless you want me to erase you and leave no trace behind, you'll behave yourself and refrain from doing anything quite as stupid as kicking my own dog in front of me.”
“What's going on here?” George asked, leaving his house.
“I slipped.” Dio answered, rubbing his eyes, then eyeing the boy warily and getting up. He felt an invisible hand condescendingly pat him on the head, and he seethed silently with anger.
The two went inside. “Welcome, Dio.” George said warmly, eyeing his servants. “From now on, you're part of our family. Men, this is the son of the man that saved my life. Treat him as you would Jojo. Dio, feel free to live as Jojo does.”
“Yes, please do.” Jonathan said with a smirk.
“I'm incredibly grateful, Mister Joestar.” Dio said, bowing.
“Jojo's mother also passed away, and you're both around the same age. He was raised by myself and my new wife, Karen Joestar-Summers. I hope you two can become good friends.”
“Where is she now?” Dio asked.
“In her study, reading. She prefers not to be disturbed during her reading time.” George explained.
“She chooses when she wants to leave her room and talk to people.” Jonathan added. “Don't ever interrupt her, or she'll tan your hide herself.”
“I'll keep that in mind.” Dio muttered, and the two began to walk up the stairs.
“I'll get your bag.” Jonathan said, grabbing his bag, and Dio grabbed his arm.
“What are you doing? Did I say you could touch my bag?” Dio asked, tightening his grip.
Jonathan glared at Dio, and his grip slowly loosened. “What's this? Having second thoughts, are we?” Jonathan asked smugly.
“Of course not!” Dio growled, trying to tighten his grip, yet the boy's arm felt as hard as diamond, and it seemed to slowly expand, despite how it looked normal and unchanging to his eyes.
“You're trying to assert your dominance, like a scared little dog barking and barking and barking. Oh, if there's one redeeming quality to you idiotic commoners, it's that some things are just beyond your comprehension.” Jonathan said, and an invisible arm grabbed Dio's arm. Another arm grabbed his head, and forced Dio to stick his thumb in his own eye. “Now, apologize.”
“I'm... Sorry... Jojo.” Dio said, crying quietly.
“Only my friends can call me Jojo. Call me Jonathan Joestar-Summers.” He ordered.
“I'm... Sorry... Jonathan Joestar-Summers.” Dio said, crying quietly.
Dio's wounds healed, and he was shoved away. Jonathan threw the bag at him, and Dio caught it. It opened the second it touched his hands, spilling out its contents.
“Remember, Dio. I beat you for kicking my dog, and it took no effort on my part. I have strange and impossible abilities no simple magic trick could replicate. Ask yourself if you want to get on my good side, or if you want to irritate me until you become a nuisance to be erased.”
Dio scowled at Jonathan, and an invisible leg kicked the air out of his stomach. “Are you always so ugly? Come on, can't you show me a smile?” Jonathan taunted.
Pained, Dio looked up and showed Jonathan a weak smile.
“Pitiful.” Jonathan said, erasing his wounds and wandering off. He leaned against the wall, and suddenly had his book in his hands again. He resumed reading.
“Are you coming, Dio?” George asked.
“Yes, Mister Joestar.” Dio said, and ascended the stairs.
Nervix709 on Chapter 2 Tue 05 Feb 2019 06:03AM UTC
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usernamesnapsintwo on Chapter 2 Thu 06 Feb 2020 05:51AM UTC
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