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A boy stands in the middle of a stage, his short hair hiding his eyes. To his right, a younger boy stood, holding his hand. To his left, his mother, and his father on the other side of his mother. They were standing on a stage, and his father was talking. The boy is named Jonathan. Jonathan Joestar. Latched onto his hand for dear life is his two year old brother Joseph. Today was the grand opening of the Joestar Grand Hotel. He picks up his little brother after a moment, and the two look across the crowd. There was cameras flashing everywhere, and Jonathan just wanted it all to be over so he could get back to his dog and get his little brother to sleep. But instead, he just smiled and waved. He glances at the watch on his wrist every now and then, just to check the time. It was nearly noon, so they would be able to leave soon. His father had simply asked them to be there until then, so they did.
‘Just a few more minutes, Joseph.’ Jonathan whispers to the said boy.
“Then it’s nap time?” He whispers back, rubbing his eyes.
‘Yeah! Then you can have a nice nap!’
If they knew how much this little hotel would mean to them in the future, maybe they would’ve stayed. Would’ve seen everyone’s reaction to the boy dropped on the stage. Would’ve seen everything that was in store for them. But they didn’t, for they were two young boys, and they had no idea what was in store for them.
Jonathan, now age 20, stands in the rain, holding an umbrella. To his left, the now 12 year old Joseph. To his right, the 10 year old Jotaro. They all stood at the graves of their parents, a solemn expression on their faces. The August air felt suffocating, even as the rain poured down. Today marked the end of two lives, and the start of another. Jonathan would be taking up the family business, and running the hotel. He knew that, as the eldest, it would be on him to watch over his siblings and the hotel at the same time. He knew he would be up for the challenge, but he just hoped that it wouldn’t be too much. At the sound of footfalls behind him, Jonathan turns around. A man of about average height with long blond hair steps forward.
“Jonathan Joestar?” He asks, his eyes on the eldest boy.
‘That’s me.’ Jonathan says, stepping forward a bit. Joseph and Jotaro stick close to his sides.
“I am Robert Speedwagon. I was a good friend of your father and mother. Is your other brother here?” The man, Speedwagon, looks around for the fourth member of the Joestar family.
“He’s on a trip to Egypt!” Joseph says from behind Jonathan, his enthusiastic voice holding some obvious malice.
“Ah. So then it’s just you three?” Speedwagon asks.
‘Yes. Dio did say he had a brother, but we haven’t met him.’ Jonathan states simply.
Speedwagon looks at the three boys, and nods. He turns his attention towards the graves and takes off his hat. He bows, not caring for how the water soaked through his hair. After straightening up and putting his hat back on his head, he looks back at the three.
“I can take you back to the hotel whenever you’d like.” He says, and turns back in the direction he had come from.
The three brothers look at each other, then back at the graves. They all say their respective goodbyes, and follow after Speedwagon.