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Vultro Meets Shizuka Joestar (story)

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Vultro Meets Shizuka Joestar! is a currently unwritten story detailing the meeting between Shizuka Joestar and Vultro the Fox, as well as bringing a sample of the Stand virus into the Vultroverse.

Story

There aren't many days I can feel so terrified that even my invisibility can't make me feel safe. Even now, walking home from my own father's funeral, it feels as though if I went invisible maybe it would all just go away.

I still remember the last thing he said to me. At first he had made some crude joke about his old enemies finally getting what they wanted. He of course mentioned DIO, and those Aztec creeps, the stories I had heard a hundred times. "They played the long con on me," he said. "Can't run any more, I suppose." I chuckled and gave him a big smile. But in an unusual moment for my father, he then turned to me looking quite serious. "Shizuka..." he said with an alarming weakness. I knelt down by his side. "You are living proof that all Joestars have a pure heart." He paused. "Don't... don't ever forget it." It looked like he tried to smile, but it came across as a pained grimace.

It seemed like he wanted to say more, but there was just no more energy left for him to speak. Yet, he somehow had the energy to point to the camera we had left at his bedside. I knew just as well as him what purpose that camera served. I placed the camera gently onto his bed and stepped back. With all of his might, he blurted out two final words: "Hermit Purple!" He thrusted his frail hand into the camera, sending the thorny purple vines into it. The camera spat a small photo onto the floor before disintegrating. Jotaro scooped it off the floor before I could look at it, but I was too upset to even care. Joseph Joestar lay there in his hospital bed, frozen. I had to leave.

Even thinking about it now is making it hard to keep my composure in public. First my mom was taken from me, now my dad? An eighteen year old without parents? It wouldn't be the first time I was left alone, of course. I mean, I wasn't truly alone. My adoptive brother Josuke has been in town ever since things started to get bad-- and Jotaro came once we were sure dad wasn't going to make it.

I had never really talked much to what I liked to call the "extended" Joestar family. Jotaro would occasionally visit on account of his daughter living in the US-- but a lot of his time was spent abroad studying his marine biology, or whatever. Josuke I would see even less. He lived in Japan in the small town where I was once discovered by my father. I'm supposed to be meeting him today to discuss my father's business, a move pressured by some grumpy board members.

"Hey sis!" Josuke said with the most cheerful tone he could manage. "Hi," I said as I came through the door and sat at the table. "How are you holding up?" I thought about how honest I should be in my answer. "Not great," I said with a nervous chuckle. Josuke silently nodded as he sat down next to her. "I'm sorry we have to do this today, of all days." He tapped his fingers on the table. "The Speedwagon Foundation pushed back hard on it." He nodded to himself. "They always have our best interest at heart. But... the board members insisted." I returned his silent nod as a stared down at the table.

...

5 years later, WIP

Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed a strange band of colors leaking through the window. I looked over to it, puzzled, and Josuke quickly took notice too. Without warning, the entire room became bathed in a bright yellow light, as the rainbow bands of colors began to wash over and warp the objects in the room. As if a glitch in a video game, objects in the room began to pop in and out as the walls re-textured themselves.

"Crazy Diamond!!" Josuke yelled as he stumbled to his feet. But it was far too late-- the room was now dead quiet. We were now in what appeared to be a living room, the cold corporate white walls replaced with a warm orange.