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The world had been reset far more times than it was planned, once the fight had come to an end and the World Over Heaven had been stopped, but the reality had been altered beyond repair, there was no place for them now. Now, as the last remaining pieces of the world he used to know fade away making space for the new world, he could just look at his son, a son he didn't know he had until all the mess with the time began, in his shoulder the characteristic family mark. He knew what to do, quickly he gathered things that were "important" or that he knew would be useful, gathered them over what used to be his student jacket, tied it sloppily and tied them to the baby's shirt. He had to move quickly, the window of opportunity was closing with each passing second, but, when he was about to toss the baby through the rift to the new world he stopped in doubt 'Was it the right thing to do?' Before his mind could spiral down his daughter, another pleasant surprise the time mess had brought him, took the baby, her little brother, gave him a soft kiss in the forehead and using her strings she sent the baby through the rift. Father and daughter shared a last knowing look, they knew the last member of the family line would be fine, after all, Joestar luck was something not even fate could beat.
[The new world]
Irene Joestar was a young woman living in New York City, science young she had been traveling due to her father's work, she had lived in various countries like Japan, England, Italy, Egypt and now the United States where she finally had decided to settle down. But she wasn't living alone, about three years prior moving to New York she had lived in Port St. Lucie, Florida, where she met Narciso Anakiss, a man four years older than her, at first Narciso seemed like an odd fellow but with time she began to warm up to him. After one year of friendship they began to date, two years later they decided to move to New York.
As she was always so caring with children, Irene had decided to get a bachelor of social work, while Narciso, taking advantage of his unnaturally beautiful body decided to take a career in modeling, he had tried to convince Irene to also take a job in modeling but she had always refused, knowing that her heart was in giving children a good life like the one she had.
One day, as Irene was getting ready to go about her day, yes they had a house in the center of Queens, having family money sure was a blessing for the couple, a knock came from the front door, Irene quickly went to open the door, but once she opened it there was nobody there, she was about to close it when the cry of a baby stopped her, looking down she was met with the sight of a little baby, maybe about a year old or younger, he had the faintest traces of dark blue hair in his almost bald head, his skin was a shade of light brown, almost wheat, tied to his shirt was an improvised bag made from a torn jacket. Due to the crying noise Narciso approached the door, looking down he found himself just as surprised as Irene.
“Irene... What is this?...” Narciso broke the stillness between them, his voice made Irene react, she slowly bent down and took the baby in her arms.
“I... I don't know... There was a knock on the door and he was just here...” She noticed a little tag tied to the baby's right arm. “Johnathan Josefumi Joestar.” She read out loud.
“Joestar? Is he related to you?” Narciso asked softly while carefully untying the bag from the shirt.
“I... I don't think so...” Finally the baby had stopped crying and now was looking at Irene with curious eyes, there was when she noted how curious his eyes were, half of them were blue and the other half bluish green, both irises divided exactly in half.
“Jotaro Kujo...” Narciso had retrieved an old diary from the bag and read the name inscribed on the cover. “Jotaro... Isn't that your dad's...”
“Name? Yes, it is... At least the first name...” All of this was really strange, a random baby appeared on her doorstep on a random day, also that baby had her last name and was accompanied by a diary of some man that had her father's first name.
“What should we do?” Narciso asked trying to make sense of what was happening.
“At the risk of sounding repetitive, I don't know...”
That day was a turning point for the couple, at first they tried to find if the baby had any relatives, when the search turned out useless they turned to the next logical step: adopting him. They skipped over the idea of going to child services for two main reasons, first, as Irene was part of the system she knew fully well how it worked and, to her demise, how dangerous it could be, and second, they had been planning on having a kid anyway, though it seemed that for some reason they couldn't bring life to the world on their own. Fortunately working within the child care system and having a wealthy family made all the bureaucratic processes faster and easier, effectively making a process that could last between one and a half to two and a half years, last only six weeks, weeks that weren't wasted as the couple thoroughly looked through the things that were stored in the handmade bag that came with the baby, inside, aside from the diary, were just a few things, two pendant of different sets, two metal pins, one of a peace sign and the other of a dollar sign, another diary, this one belonging to a Koichi Hirose, a golden key with a red gemstone, a set of two steel balls, and finally a small box tightly covered in bandages.
They first read the diaries, both of them told a fantastic story about humans with a power the writers called "stand", while the diary of Jotaro Kujo seemed more of an catalog book, talking thoroughly about the stands, the diary of Koichi Hirose talk more about his adventures in the city of Morio and in Italy, the couple just catalogue them as some kind of fantasy book written so that it appeared as a real story. Finally they opened the package, inside they found a golden arrowhead, it was by far the most enigmatic thing as it was described in Jotaro's and Koichi's diaries as the source of the "stands" saying that if a human was pierced with the arrow head they would awaken a stand of die, that piece of information just reaffirm their theory about the diaries as they had cut themselves with the arrow head while handling it and nothing had happened to them. Finally, they just stored those things away in a box hiding in a closet of their house.
Taking care of Johnathan, or "Jojo" as they affectionately called him, was a demanding but at the same time rewarding task. The kid was hyperactive, always running on endless energy and curiosity, always asking a million questions about everything, always running towards anything he found interesting, even though in some situations it could put at rust his wellbeing. Thankfully for Irene, Narciso found out that Jojo and himself shared a hobby, taking apart to study and then reassembling things, that way both his energy and curiosity could be satisfied at the same time.
As a kid Johnathan had a fairly normal life, well, as normal as having a super model dad and, even though his nuclear family wasn't filthy rich, his mother's family was one of the most powerful families in the whole world as one of her ancestors had found petrol in the US when it began to be popular for the industry, but that ancestor was smart and knew that having a powerful company tied to his last name would only bring trouble to his descendants, so he founded his company under a alias, and so nowadays the Speedwagon Corporation was one of the most important companies in the whole world having at least a product in every branch of the market, only keeping itself out of arm manufacturing and military contracts.
Of course he went to a private school during his elementary school days, but once he turned 14 and it was time to go to highschool he practically begged his parents to let him go to a public school, wanting to know how it felt to be a "normal" kid. Irene and Narciso were at first against the idea, but the incessant begging from Jojo finally managed to change their mind and so, they sent him to a nearby public high school, Midtown High School, where he befriended a socially awkward kid named Peter Parker. During that time Jojo developed a love for cooking and the culinary arts.
Then, the day that Jojo turned fifteen, the most bizarre day came to the Anakiss-Joestar family, that day, as Irene and Narciso quietly went to the room of their son to surprise them they were the surprised ones as they heard Jojo speaking to someone that didn't answer, intrigued the couple slowly opened Jojo's bedroom door and saw him sitting on his bed, talking to what seemed to be five humanoid creatures and one four legged one with a torso on its top part. One of the humanoid creatures was blue and pink with what appeared to be rabbit ears, another one was red with a gray diamond pattern, other one was pink and had two protuberances on its head that seemed like cat ears, other one seemed like a bug with golden skin and the last one was blue and purple with what appeared to be scuba tanks on its back. Also Jojo was holding something in his hand, it appeared to be some kind of tomato that had a zucchini coming from its top. Of course both parents had a normal reaction, storming the room and demanding answers of what was happening, Jojo told them he was surprised that they could see them and so began to explain. The seven creatures had appeared when he was six and after a terrible fever he had had, since then they followed him everywhere, but only him was able to see them.
Recalling where she read something like what happened to her son, Irene ran towards that closet and retrieved what her husband and her had stored there. That day the couple told the truth of his adoption to Jojo, also giving him what was "rightfully" his, the content of the improvised bag. Of course Jojo never held anger or grudge against his adoptive parents, he was happy and grateful they had wanted and taken care of him, so he didn't care much about being adopted, and so, life went on.
Through the diaries Jojo learned that the creatures that accompanied him were called stands, a manifestation of his soul, though Jotaro's diary said that a person could only have one stand Jojo rationalized that maybe he was an exception. He also learned that every stand had a unique ability and it was up to him to find them out, or so he thought. Lastly he learned that he wasn't the first user of some of the stands he possessed, as Jotaro's diary also served as an almanac of the stand the man had seen Jojo noted some similarities between some stands that Jotaro had written about and his own 'Must be another exception' he thought, the only stand that wasn't catalogued was the four legged one. With the new information Jojo felt conflicted, in this world were kids dreamed to be superheroes like Ironman, Captain America or Thor, Jojo's dream was to open a restaurant and live a normal life like his parents, maybe these stands would make that impossible 'Or' He thought. 'Maybe the stands are the way of securing the kind of life I want.' Finally a small smile formed on his face, this was the first day of the rest of his life.