'five o'clock on the dot, I'm on schedule as usual.

' Yoshikage walked his normal route

home, he always made an effort to be on time and on schedule, what is a quiet life
without routine.
A quiet life, that's what Yoshikage has craved ever since his youth, but with them, it
seemed to be growing difficult. Though he only has himself to blame, he was the one to
talk to Innis first back in high school, back when he started his hunts. He adored Innis’s
gloved hands, he was sure they were beautiful underneath the white gloves that hid
them from sight.
'I almost forgot, I need to plan my day with him tomorrow, which means I should find my
next darling before then. How troublesome…'
Yoshikage turned the corner as per usual, but noticed movement in a nearby alleyway.
In Morioh, alleyways are abundant, you see them on almost every street. But something
felt off to Yoshikage, so he decided to take a look, just for a second. But what he saw
was something he could've never imagined.
There, kneeling in the alley, was his best friend, crouching in front of someone, gripping
their jaw, "Hmmmmm your eyes are very pretty, deep blue with emerald hints."
Yoshikage watched as a deep blush painted his friend's cheeks, "It's too bad that they
were wasted on someone like you. But then again, they'll never measure up to his.
They’re such a pretty violet, and the golden hints drive me crazy," He could hear Innis
almost moan at the thought of his eyes, "Your's aren't even close.” a sneer formed on
his face, “They're such a pretty blue though, so I think I'll keep them for a bit." And with
a sadistic smile, she took off her gloves and killed them, the person's body melting with
a scream of pain before Yoshikage's very eyes.
After concealing the untouched eyes in a small vial, Innis turned around, meeting
Yoshikage's gaze, "Oh dear, you weren't supposed to see that at all." Yoshikage
faltered as Innis crept closer, a shudder crawling up his spine.
He couldn't tell why, but warmth flooded his face, a pale blush painting his cheeks.
Innis continued to creep closer, his now bare hand cupping Yoshikage's face, "But I can
trust my best friend to keep quiet can't I?" arousal dripped from his smooth voice,
“you’ve said it before, anything for a friend right Yoshikage?
And for a reason, not even Yoshikage himself knew, he nodded, "Yea, a-anything for a
friend."

“Did you see where they went Josuke?” you could hear the voices of your friends from
where you and Koichi hid in a small alleyway.
You loved your friends, you truly did, they meant the world to you. But if you had to
listen to them tease you about being single one more time, you were going to reign
hellfire on their asses, with or without a stand.
“Let’s look this way, they might have tried to hide at Tonio’s,” Josuke’s voice, and the
footsteps of your friends quickly faded away, meaning you finally had escaped them.
“Sorry for bringing you into this Koichi, but if I had to hear Okuyasu say one more thing
about me being single, I was going to strangle him,” you apologized to your smaller
friend, and he just laughed.
The two of you left the alleyway, “Don’t worry about it, I get to escape Yukako for a little
bit, so I see this as a win-win situation,” he was right. He didn’t have to put up with his
stalker’s harassment for a bit.
Sadly, this bliss didn’t last long when you heard a certain Higashikata scream your
names, calling for his best friend to follow him.
So you took Koichi’s hand in yours, and bolted, using your stand [la Vida Loca] to
enhance your speed, helping you to outrun the two teens chasing you.
That was your entire afternoon, hiding in alleyways with your best friend, and running,
every time you thought you were safe. You didn’t even question how they were able to
keep up with you. But somehow, you and Koichi still had fun, laughing as you ran
through the streets of your hometown until the sun started to set.

Hearing the jingle of the doorbell, you finished putting pastries in the display case to turn
to the door with a smile, “Welcome, I can help you up here when you’re ready to order.”
after speaking you turned to make sure the coffee machines were full and that
everything was set up for the day.
The pink-haired man only stayed quiet, reading off the menu quietly. You noticed his
pinstripe suit and the serious expression on his face and assumed he was a mafioso.
This wouldn’t be your first experience with the mafia, nor would it be your last, you just
had to make a mental note to put extra care into his order so you didn't somehow make
him upset.
That was only what you’d noticed initially, when you glanced over at him again, you
noticed his bright green eyes that almost looked *too* green, and his long pink hair and
how it flowed down his back and shoulders.
The sound of the man clearing his throat brought you back to attention, and you realized
you had been staring right at him. Flustered, you straightened your apron before
smiling, “Ready to order?”
“A large espresso and a torrone to go,” he simply stated, his expression staying stoic.
Though he looked and acted calm and serious, he couldn’t be more ecstatic on the
inside. Diavolo had been keeping an eye on you and your small cafe for a while. He
thought your simple way of living was cute and quaint. But the mafioso also knew he
had to keep to himself, lest people who’re against him come for you.
“Alright, that would be 6 euros all together sir,” your voice snapped him out of his
thoughts, as he pulled some money out of his wallet, placing it on the counter in front of
him, “Thank you, come again.”
He seemingly ignored your statement as he left the cafe, but you soon saw him almost
every morning. You smiled and greeted him, by name once he told you, every time he
entered, and he always responded with a nod. He always left a good tip, and he always
ordered the same thing, a large espresso and a torrone.
What you didn’t know, was that he always left with a small smile on his face, and that he
always looked forward to seeing you, no matter how shitty of a day he was having.
Too bad you already had a boyfriend. It was also too bad when your boyfriend was
found dead in an alleyway, truly unfortunate.
He was the one who offered words of comfort, suggesting you go on a short vacation to
grieve. Maybe if you hadn’t gone on that late-night walk you wouldn’t be where you were
now. Maybe if you hadn’t given him hope that you liked him you wouldn’t be stuck.
Maybe you should’ve stayed in bed that day you first met him.
But maybe couldn’t get you out of the guarded safe house he kept you in. Maybe
couldn’t get you out of acting like his little housewife.
Maybe couldn’t save you now.

A loud *bang* rang through the air as Johnny summoned his stand, failing to notice the
red pooling on the ground where he lay on his side. Funny Valentine let out a laugh as he
stumbled his way to the corpse parts, but his voice didn’t reach Gyro’s ears. He only
watched as his friend’s eyes became dull, the usually bright blue, once filled with stars
matching the ones that adorned his hands, now pale and glazed over.
The blonde dragged his tired and heavy body to where the body of his friend lay, in a
growing red puddle, “Johhny? Johnny c’mon. We can’t let him win like this,” tears blurred
his vision and he lightly shook Johnny's still body, “Please. Please, just wake up, I can’t
finish this without you.” tears rolled down his cheeks, “I can’t finish this god-forsaken
race without you.” he turned his head to face the President, still holding Johnny’s body
to his chest, “You- you *killed* him. You killed him over a stupid flipping corpse!”
The man in pink only gave the blonde a crooked smile, a laugh bubbling up his throat,
“You should’ve known that this fight was useless. You said it yourself, I’m too strong for
you, no matter how many times you hit me that that pathetic excuse of an ability.” He
laughed, “I’ve won.”
Gyro desperately wanted to chase after the man as he left the scene, fleeing on
horseback, but his body refused to move, cradling the body of his best friend, hoping he
would wake up. Hoping he would open his eyes, but he knew better.
He knew that he would *never* wake up.

“Good job Narancia, “Bruno gently patted Narancia’s shoulder, “You did great for your
first mission, go take a shower and rest, ill come get you when the food gets here.”
Bruno’s warm smile seemed ironic to the younger boy. How could he be so.. Ok, with
what just happened? They took the lives of people who didn’t know better, people who
were just trying to get by with what little money they could make.
He had been in their place at one point, selling drugs so that he could eat. But, he was
tricked by the same kind of people, sent to juvenile detention for a crime he didn’t
commit. So why did he feel guilty? Why was he shaking?
Trudging up the stairs of the current base, Narancia quietly found the bathroom. And
when he turned to the mirror, he only saw a scared child. A kid, whose hands were still
red from the person he had killed just moments before.
Not bothering to strip himself of his tattered and torn clothing, he turned the shower on
and stood under the warm stream of water. Narancia watched as the water moving
towards the drain grew red, the sight quickly becoming nauseating, so he closed his
eyes. But that too became too much, the sight of the life leaving a person’s eyes
replaying in his head.
It was all too much, sliding down the shower wall, his hands gripped at his own hair, the
scream and voices of those who died screaming in his ears, replaying constantly.
“Why won’t you shut up,” Narancia’s voice was weak, not being much more than a
whisper, “shut up. Shut up,” his voice grew louder, and soon he was yelling, “JUST SHUT
UP.” his voice grew quiet again, as the noise in his head cleared, “Please..”

“-ey, sh-’s w-king up guys!” A vaguely familiar voice slowly cleared up as you woke up,
“Morning sleepy head, we totally almost lost you for a second,” you were met with a
blurry image of a silver-haired man. You remembered him from somewhere, but you
couldn't put your finger on it… Oh yea, now you remembered.
You had been drawn in by DIO’s charm when he had fleshbudded you. You were given the task
of taking out the Joestar group before they reached Cario. You were doing well, you scared them
into splitting up, but Polnareff had been able to use his stand to pin you to a wall before you
could use「Everyday Normal Guy」to escape the fight. He might have knocked you out, or
maybe it was Jotaro, you couldn't remember.
“How do you feel? The fleshbud DIO put in you was a big one.” The Frenchman tried to
joke around as you sat up and looked around. From what you could tell, you were still in
Singapore.
With some help, you stood, turning to the oldest Joestar to apologize, but he had quickly
beaten you to it, “There’s no need to apologize, you clearly weren’t doing it on purpose.
All I ask is you join us to defeat DIO, the more manpower the better.”
And from that moment on you had become a part of the group. You got along with
everyone, even Iggy when he joined your party. You even put up with Polnareff's
constant pickup lines and date proposals.
Y/n!" The familiar accent of a certain crusader snapped you out of your thoughts, "We're
almost to the hotel, two people have to share a room, how about you and I sha-"
Polnareff was cut off by iggy snapping at the Frenchman for waking him up from his
nap on your lap.
"As long as you promise not to try anything I'm fine with sharing a room. But I get the
first shower, " you responded, petting Iggy, the dog falling back asleep.
"Deal!"

“Nng- slow down Jojo,” Akihiko’s voice was muffled through the door where Joseph
stood, “gods, slow down! it hurts-”
“It wouldn’t hurt if you stayed still,” Jotaro’s rough voice responded, “Here, move your
legs to the side. Stop being a baby,” soft rustling was heard through the door before
Jotaro spoke again, “Better?”
“It’s about fucking time you listened, that area is still sensitive from earlier-” Akihiko was
cut off by another groan leaving his mouth.
Joseph had heard enough, “JOTARO, AKI! WHAT IN THE HELL-” He burst through the
door, expecting to catch the two teens doing something unspeakable, only to see his
grandson with a roll of bandages in his hand, leaning over Akihiko's injured form.
“Good grief old man, I’m only patching this dumbass up,” the Joestar covered his eyes
with his hat, a light blush dusting his cheeks from his grandfather's insinuation.
“Oh, I’m the dumbass? I wasn't the one who stabbed himself with a sword, that was
*also* a stand.” the pink-haired teen fired back at his friend.
“So you two weren’t… you know..?” The older Joestar speaks, clearly embarrassed.
“Gods, of course we aren't Mister Joestar,” Aki laughed, Jotaro chuckling a bit from
underneath his hat.

“C’mon Kira, all I need is the answers to the Chemistry quiz, I’m begging you!” Innis
shoved her friend playfully, “I would do anything for the answers.”
“Anything you say?” Kira pretends to think about it, “How about you study then. I’ll let
you look at my notes, but there’s no way I’m giving you the answers to this quiz.”
“You’re such an asshole!” she shoves him again, “This is the one thing I’m asking of
you!!”
“I’m an asshole? you're the one who wants my answers,” the blonde shoves his friend
back, accidentally sending Innis off the edge of the bed. The brunette quickly grabs onto
his friend, sending him off the bed as well.
The two land with a crash, “Ah shit- Sorry Innis I didn't mean to-” but he's cut off by loud
laughter from the teen beneath him. And soon the both of them are laughing loudly.
It was over. Avdol, Iggy, Kakyoin, Polnareff, Joseph, gone. Dead. No matter how hard
Jotaro tried to restart his grandfather's heart, he wouldn't wake up. It couldn't end this
way, Jotaro *wouldn’t* let it end this way, his mother's life depended on it.
“Why so sad, Jotaro?” DIO’s voice cut through the silence, “You should be grateful I let
you live.” His voice was strong, laced with false concern, “They kept you from reaching
your full potential. They were weak.”
“They- We-” the teen’s voice grew weak and hoarse, “I only wanted to save mom. I just
wanted her to *live*.” He stayed frozen, kneeling by his grandfather's limp body, as DIO
approached, “I wanted my family to be safe, I wanted to protect *her*.” his hands
gripped his grandfather's bloodied shirt as tears threatened to spill.
“Caring for people as you do Jojo, is weakness. It does nothing but give your enemies
leverage against you.” The blonde’s voice was sothing, yet firm, “But I can forgive you,
Jojo, you didn't know better.” his voice was gentle, almost caring, “I can make you
stronger. I can give you the world if you stand by my side.” He placed a clawed hand on
the other’s shoulder with false comfort, “I can make the pain go away, Jojo, all you have
to do is come with me.”
And for some reason, Jotaro turned to face the blonde. Maybe it was his need for
comfort, maybe the sight of his grandfather's corpse had become too much, but he
turned to face the Blond, hoping for comfort. But it was a grave mistake, DIO attacked,
placing his source of control quickly, his fanged, sadistic smile the last thing Jotaro saw
before the time became a blur. A blur of the world burning at DIO’s feet, Jotaro standing
at his side.

“This is home base,” the house, if you could even call it that, was broken down, “It
doesn't look good from the outside, but there’s plenty of space inside.” your new Capo
opened the door to your new home, revealing absolute chaos. Two men were arguing
over god knows what, one was shouting directions at another while playing a racing
game, one was smoking and blowing the smoke out of an open window, and one was
admiring himself in a mirror.
“Are they usually like this?” you ask setting down one of the bags you were carrying,
“and does my room have a door that locks?”
“Yes they’re usually like this, and yes your door locks, I made sure of it when I saw a
woman was joining.” at least he was thoughtful.
You pick your bags up and step into the house, they haven't noticed you yet, and you're
glad because the blue one seemed like he was close to killing someone, and the blonde
one with the bodysuit looked like he was going to enjoy being roughed up a bit. You hear
Risotto clear his throat, grabbing the attention of the others as they drop what they were
doing in favor of listening to their leader.
“This is y/n, they’ve been assigned to us. This comes straight from the boss, so be on
your best behavior,” the tall mafioso looked one of the blonde’s in the eyes as he
finished his announcement, “they can introduce themself wherever they feel like it.” and
with that, Risotto takes the new member to her room.
It was on the small side, but it was spacious enough to store all of your stuff, maybe
even a minifridge if you saved up for one. Setting your stuff down, you flopped down
onto the bed. Being assigned to Unità Speciale almost directly after showing off your
stand wasn't expected, you didn't expect to be assigned to a group until a week or two
after your… meeting? interview? The group was interesting to say the least. But then
again, there were nine men living under one roof, so you couldn't exactly blame them for
being a bit odd.