A ginger, long haired cat stands in the middle of a messy room, it lets out an annoyed meow from its hunger.”

“One second cat, I’m kinda busy at the moment.” A tall, slender man gestures to his bare chest as he puts on a shirt. He pulls the piece of clothing over his head and sees that a certain black figure wearing a mechanical looking helmet was feeding Queen already.

“Oh hey, thanks Smooth Criminal. Just so y'know, we got some walking to do today. I gotta help some of the city folk clean up after the storm from last night.” The now clothed man yells to the ghostly figure.

“That’s no problem for me, as long as I don’t have to do much. It is my day off after all.”

Smooth Criminal was a special type of Stand, they aren’t normally meant to talk, or have their own thoughts and feelings. It was like a portable friend that could never leave your side.

“Yo, Jokaku! Your cab’s here!” A cab driver outside the window was waving up to Jokaku’s room with a beer can in hand trying to get his attention. The sun was high up in the sky, it had to be around 10am. The wind was still blowing violently from the storm. A truck from the construction site next to the apartment had fallen over, and some of the supplies were wrecked too. Jokaku was hired to replace the supplies within the given budget. Some other parts of the town were damaged as well, so Jokaku was going to help some of the residents of the city repair the damage to their homes and shops.

“So JoJo, where are we headed? Do ya’ gotta go somewhere specific?”

“Downtown, near the main shopping district is fine.”

“Alright, sounds good to me,” The taxi driver pulled out an old handkerchief, then a pack of gum from his pocket before placing them into the glove box, and shifting the cab into drive. “What are ya’ up to today, eh’ JoJo? Helping people tidy up or something?”

“Mainly that yeah, I was gonna grab a new suit too. This jacket is heavy and my back ain’t been feeling too good lately.”

“Do you have pure metal padding on your shoulders? I thought they were just patches of fabric.” The cab driver questioned Jokaku’s odd choice of apparel.

“It’s specially tailored, my uncle got it for me for my birthday some 5 or 6 years ago,” Jokaku pulled out a photo of his uncle Joshua, one of the only in the world because of his paranoia. “It’s gained some holes so I need to get it fixed actually. Don’t need this thing getting lost or destroyed ya’ know?”

“Oh I completely understand. Gifts aren’t something you ever wanna lose. It’s quite disrespectful to do that if you ask me. Some of the stuff I got from my family is still with me. For example, this hat of mine, almost 30 years I’ve had this. Got it on my 20th birthday from me Ma. Never wanna lose this. Ahh, my Ma was a good one...” The cab driver started to sound sad but then righted his hat and set off for the shopping district.

“Hey dude, did I upset you there? If so I’m sorry, didn’t mean for it to get there.” Jokaku sounded a bit sad for the guy, Jokaku wasn’t really one to get sad and break the tough guy facade but this really got him.

“Eh, it’s all good JoJo, I’m just a little emotional since I’m drunk, I’l-”

“Did you say drunk?” Jokaku is now getting worried, he is in the car of a drunk driver who isn’t even looking at the road.

“Yeah, why?” His hands were now off the wheel, one scratching his head, one resting on the back of his seat.

There were then screams coming from the side of the road as the car veered towards the building next to them.

Smooth criminal appeared outside of the car and calmly tapped all of the tires of the car and popped them off with his intangibility ability; it is capable of making any object that Jokaku would be able to lift intangible. It can also make tangible things like water or air into a solid object. The tires turned intangible and the frame of the car fell to the ground, scraping the paint and making a terrible noise as it screeched to a stop, just barely tapping the building that it was moving towards.

“Uh, this was near my stop anyways. How much do I have to pay you?” Jokaku stepped out of the car and leaned over to be eye level with the now startled cab driver.

“Just.. Just don’t worry about paying.” The cab driver just barely said over his huffs and puffs as he tried to catch his breath.

“Here’s a 20, I’m not gonna not pay you,” Jokaku put the $20 note on the hat of the taxi driver and walked away after pilling the tires that fell off the car.

“So Jo, what are we doing?”

“1. Drop off the jacket 2. Buy new suit 3. Old man Mike needs help getting a tree off his car and 4. The supplies for the construction site. I might stop by the library too to see how they are going.” Jokaku was saying hi and taking pictures for the tourists that stopped by, this time of the year is amazing for the people that don’t live in River’s edge. Apart from the storm last night that caused lots of damage, the horizon and the statue of Robert. E. O. Speedwagon, the founder of this humble town, still looks as amazing as ever.

The tailor saw Jokaku through the window of his shop as he took a photo for one person and he got up from his chair at the dusty counter and walked past the clothes on their stands and opened the door.

“H-hey Jokaku, is the jacket n-needing some maintenance again…. Have you gotten in trouble lately? Any fights?” He was stumbling on his words from something but he found them.

“Yeah, it does, but are you alright? Sound like you saw a ghost.” Jokaku reached his hand around the door frame and walked into the store with the tailor behind him. “Ah, this place must have taken a beating last night.” He was looking at the dust on the floor and the cracks in the walls, like the building got bopped with a really big hammer from the top.

“It’s nothing really Jokaku, just needs some plastering and some sweeping. I just woke up not too long ago so I couldn’t sweep, I stayed up late last night. That storm; I’ll tell ya’, it was extremely loud, no rain drops though, just the wind. Might’ve been a tornado judging by the damages.” The tailor yawned, his mouth then slammed shut and he covered it with his hands in a panic. “Uh, sorry Jokaku, can’t work today, busy busy busy! You know? Yes? Good. Now please leave. Sorry for the inconvenience.”

Jokaku after being forcefully exited from the store walked to the clothes store, his hands felt cold so he put on his bike gloves and snapped them on.

“Smooth criminal, I don’t have enough money for the suit I wanted, I just realised that. Could you wake up Speed demon? Same business as normal.” Jokaku’s eyebrows furrowed and he looked a lot more serious than his regular carefree mood that he normally has.

First he entered the store and dropped the cameras with Smooth criminal’s ability. Second he grabbed the suit and hat and dropped the theft prevention tag.

Finally he entered Speed demon’s bubble, everything inside the bubble is seen as a shadow on the floor to people not inside the bubble. The bubble is also able to move at incredible speed, reaching sports car level. Jokaku doesn’t like using Speed demon all too much, it reminds him of home and his old life. He’s moved on, he’s better than that, he’s doing alright now and he’s got no regrets. He is now the person to pass through his problems like they are nothing, as if they are intangible. After successfully obtaining the Suit and Hat, Jokaku left them in Speed demon for a safe keeping and didn’t look at Speed demon for the rest of the walk to the library.

“No-one say anything! No-one move! And no-one attempt anything! If I see anything that doesn’t go to my plan I’m dropping this grenade!” It was a girl, white hair, empty eyes, suggestive clothing, it's like she’s got nothing to lose or something deadly up her torn sleeves. A kid in the crowd started crying and fell to the ground with a stream of tears, the tears soon turned to blood and the kid’s mother screamed. A hole was in the back of the kid’s neck and the kid’s body fat was drained, this isn’t normal.

Think JoJo, think! Hasn’t grandpa experienced something like this in his stories?

The girl on the steps that had the grenade shook her head and a box dropped from the roof of the library, she kicked the box and smoke escaped from it. An ear shattering bag went off behind the smoke and the whole crowd but Jokaku was engulfed in the smoke. There was coughing then there were multiple thuds as most likely the bodies of the people fell to the ground. Jokaku jumped back and saw a little girl in a dress running away on top of the rooftops. Jokaku jumped onto a seemingly invisible floor but it was just air that Smooth criminal made tangible. He used the air like steps and got the roof and ran as fast as he could. Once the girl noticed Jokaku running at her with an expression stronger than anger, she screamed. With the scream something flew into the direct side of Jokaku, it broke a rib and sprained his ankle as he landed back on the roof. The thing that hit him was going too fast for him to make it out with the damage it did to him. His vision was blurred and his body ached. Eventually he fell into a deep sleep. He woke up to police sirens and yelling. A police officer was yelling at him, he couldn’t make out his words and couldn’t find out where he was. Eventually he was slapped and he shook his head, his vision was getting back and he saw a gun in his right hand and the police officer pointing one at his head.

“Get up now! We know it was you, same gun, same bullet in the kid’s head.” The officer was furious, eventually Jokaku realised he thought that HE shot the kid.

“No-” Jokaku spat out blood when he tried to defend himself and he fell back into unconsciousness.

He woke up in a cell, handcuffs around his wrists and an old blanket over him. A tapping noise was coming from around the corner and there was no sun outside the window, only the light glow from the moon and the street lamps.

“Could you stop the tapping please? My headache is killing me.”

“Sorry JoJo,” a familiar voice came from around the corner. “Want anything?” The one person that JoJo didn’t want to see right now was there, Paloma Kijoma rounded the corner in her stupid hat and dress. “Uh, grandpa is here too… I don’t think you really wanna see me right now, I can grab your phone for you if you want…”

“I already have my phone, I grabbed it while you were talking, I don’t need your help but I’d gladly talk to gramps right about now.”

“How did you grab your phone? Tell me now, I’m gonna write it down so I know what you can do.” Paloma’s eyebrows furrowed and she grabbed a pen out from behind her ear and pointed it straight at Jokaku.

“I’ll take that thanks.” Smooth criminal appeared in front of Paloma and took the pen from her hands, she didn’t see him because she didn’t notice his presence until he grabbed the pen and threw it at Jokaku who caught it.

“EEEK! How did you do that?!!” Paloma jumped backwards and her angry expression turned to a scared and confused look.

“Is that what I think I heard?” Josuke slowly rounded the corner and his eyes filled with excitement. “My grandson has a stand!” He tried to open the door but just fell through it and was caught by Smooth criminal who smiled. “Not exactly dashing and I think I can see the exact time and date that I will die in its eyes but nonetheless, my grandson has a stand!” Smooth criminal got upset and dropped Josuke and scoffed.

“Rude.”

Later on, Paloma was mumbling and writing frantically in her note book that Smooth criminal then teased her with as Jokaku laughed and Josuke yelled at Jokaku for

Chapter end.