"Erina, my sweet. I wish that you would come less frequently. Father is starting to get suspicious on my insistence of being inside my room for long hours."

She giggled, "You're the one who invited me to always sneak in through the back and climb up the vines."

"And I wouldn't dare to ask you to stop coming. You know how angry father is about inviting commoners into his home. However, you're different from the rest of the drabble. If only you weren't cursed to be born as a commoner would I openly tell him."

"Oh… Jojo. I wish you wouldn't be so hard on people like me. Maybe then you can truly learn what love is."

"It's right in front of me. It's you."

"You're daft as always."

….

Jonathan felt the multiple pains in his cheek as his father personally addressed his wounds.

"I'm disappointed in you Jonathan. A fight against some random thugs is completely different from a spar against the guards. If you had a problem, then get the guards. They're the ones trained to deal with rabble like those. Why did you get in a fight like that anyway?"

"They were bullying a young lady-"

"That was not a lady! That was a commoner! Know the difference before you go charging in to rescue a woman in distress!"

"Wh-"

"You have an image to keep. If you were found beaten up to protect a proper lady, then it would get you in greater graces, but protecting a commoner of all things… you're lucky no one recognized you with that drab disguise of yours."

Jonathan Joestar held his tongue, he could not risk revealing to his father his relationship with the so called commoner that he saved. A fair lady such as Erina must've had a house that's fallen out of favor with the Empire, that must be it. Otherwise he wouldn't have fallen in love with a commoner, a fair maiden such as Erina could never be a common rabble.

"I have an appointment to make with House Brando. I owe Dario more than a few favors, so be on your best behavior when I head into town. His child-"

…

Jonathan felt a fist connect right to his face. He suddenly saw that he was in a room- or rather a black void staring at...himself.

"Who do you think you are body-snatcher!? First you take my body and then you're trying to invade my memories?! If I could I would have you hanging from the highest point of Garreg Mach and shame your ilk for all those to come."

"I told you I'm not a body snatcher." The Gentleman raised his hands in defense, but the other Jonathan delivered a kick to his gut.

"Then explain all the memories you're trying to assault in my head? Who in dafts name is Speedwagon? Who names their child Speedwagon?! "

"I ask that you please refrain from insulting my friend."

"A ruffian like that? I'd rather have myself hung if I ever associate with a person like that. Nevermind that's not the point! You're trying to implant memories into my head so it confuses me, whilst you just steal the memories in my head."

"I truly do not know what is going on. I wish that you would refrain from striking me and lashing out in anger, perhaps we can settle this like gentlemen?"

'Jonathan' looked at him with disentrist, "And what do you suppose we do? Have a nice and relaxing conversation?"

"Yeah exactly that?"

"It was sarcasm you moron."

Jonathan simply smiled, "Let's take a moment to sit down and introduce ourselves."

Jonathan looked at..himself and took a seat in the black empty void. Rather he crossed his legs in the void, which somehow kept him in place. He didn't notice it at first, but they just walked around like it was just another large room.

"I hardly see the need to introduce ourselves. Especially since you've likened to stealing my name already." The other 'Jonathan' sat down anyway, betraying his skepticism.

"I am Jonathan Joestar. I am an Aristocrat in Britain and one day wish to be knighted and aspire to be a true gentleman."

"Seriously? You steal my body and can't even get my goals right? I am Jonathan Joestar of House Joestar in the Morioh Isles. I am the sole Heir to the Joestar House, and I one day wish to restore my House to its former glory."

"That's interesting Jonathan. Can you tell me anything about Morioh?" Jonathan leaned in to try and listen in better for a possible history lesson.

"Of course I can! Almost 400 years ago the Isles of Morioh were- hey you're trying to goad information out of me, aren't you? Using my own hubris against me to try and emulate me better? Is that it?"

"Sorry. I'm still trying to understand the situation we're in right now."

"I can tell you with just a few words. You. Snatched. My. Body."

"Yes, I perhaps did and I'm sorry for that, but there has to be some explanation for why I've accidentally taken control of your body, Mr. Joestar."

"You can't just expect me to believe you took my body accidentally."

"I'm truly sorry. But we need to figure out why this happened."

'Jonathan' looked away in disgust and crossed his arms, "-ou swear that you're not lying?"

"Huh?"

He stared at Jonathan, his eyes holding a small flame, "Do you swear that you're not lying?"

"I swear on it."

He stared in silence for a few moments, "We Joestars have a tendency to decipher when someone is lying. It's because our star shaped crests give us an innate ability to seek out liars. However it takes years of training and knowing when to just 'feel' your core vibrate. I was surprised to find that not once did any of my senses of a liar go off. I assumed you were just a good liar, but my instincts told me otherwise."

"Do you trust me?"

"No, but I can tell you're no liar. If you want answers we can try asking the Archibishop of Garreg Mach, but we might have to gain her trust first before you tell her about our… situation."

"I can see how no one would believe that there are two people inside of one body."

…

Jonathan simply woke up before they could continue the conversation any further than that. His head swivled from side to side as he got a better view of his surroundings. Firstly, he was in a serviceable bed with a wet towel placed atop his head. He soon began to notice that he wasn't actually in a well furnished room, rather a rundown looking one that seemed to only hold the bed and a rough curtain around said bed.

"Lord Joestar, you're awake."

His eyes landed on a large piece of armor that he thought was just decoration for a moment. The voice, while it was raspy earlier, sounded quite familiar to that of-

"Keri?"

"Lord Joestar, you won't readily believe me the pack of brigands actually helped us. I couldn't talk to them clearly before you woke up, but that's what happened."

"I believe you."

"Lord Joestar-"

"I got their cooperation when you were knocked out."

Keri lowered her head in shame, instinctively one might add, "I'm truly sorry, Lord Joestar. I've failed to protect you, no worse, I almost got you killed because I didn't bother to speak with the brigands. I can never hope to ask for forgiveness."

You're damn lucky this body-snatcher isn't an incompetent moron.

'I thought we cleared up that misconception?'

I never said you weren't a body snatcher.

"Keri, you will not be given forgiveness."

The woman stood even straighter than she was before

"Since there is nothing that needs to be forgiven."

Jonathan held a warm and radiant smile, one of which slightly unnerved Keri.

"Lord Joestar? I may not have the right to ask this, but are you feeling well?"

"What do you mean?"

"You're acting quite strange. It's like you're not your usual self."

"Not my usual self?"

He may have said that more aggressively than he thought as the woman stepped back, "I mean, don't let the words of a commoner such as myself tell you who you are. I'm sure you know yourself better than I do, Lord Joestar."

You buffon. Keri has been my personal bodyguard for three years now, of course she would notice a discrepancy.

'Should we tell her?'

Someone such as herself wouldn't believe it. Especially since someone who has been in hiding for years now tried to make as little enemies as few that were enemies were taken care of quickly.

'I understand. She won't believe that someone took over your body and less so if I just spell it out to her. What type of ruffian would reveal their plans like that? How do I approach this situation then?'

Don't say a word, let her ponder on that mistake.

Jonathan looked at the armored figure of Keri as she kept silent. She simply turned around to have a sudden interest with the door.

"Where have they gone?"

"They said they had a change of heart after encountering you, or rather they said they'd get killed if they went after more people like you. They all just scattered off, except the leader. He gave me a map and said that he owed you. It leads to town, exactly where we need to go in fact. We're inside a small village that's been abandoned for years"

"And where are we going?"

"To Garrech Mach Monastery, Lord Joestar. The town should be able to provide us a carriage. I believe you still have the invitational badge in your pocket."

Jonathan did just that and pulled out a strange silver badge encrusted with a strange pattern on it a dragon like being was in the forefront and a ovaluar symbol was in the middle of the badge.

"Garrech Mach Monastery."

Exactly where we need to go. The Archbishop, Lady Rhea, will be there. However we do need to gain her trust for her to believe us. I doubt she would believe us if we just claimed to be two people in one mind anyway.

"What are we waiting for? We should hurry along then."

"Lord Joestar, are you sure you're able to move?"

"I should be asking you that."

"Huh?"

"You were covered in stab wounds the last time I saw you. I should be asking if you're up to the task."

The woman in the armor stood her ground and bowed, "My mistake Lord Joestar. If you're ready to go, then I am as well."

"Are you truly well? I wouldn't wish for my only bodyguard to die because of weakness."

"I promise you, Lord Joestar. I am in fighting shape, I dare say I'm even in better fighting shape than I was before."

"Then we should head out immediately then."

…..

The two finally made it into town after long hours of pure walking. They didn't have much to carry as much of it was presumably sunk with the ship, so they only had the clothes on their backs. Jonathan was surprised to find the Keri could walk with no problems in her suit of armor.

They were told that any and all trips to Garrech Mach were done for the day as they would arrive long after the gates had been shut if they went by carriage. A two to three hour ride to and from the monastery. So they had to stay in town for the night.

However, as they made their way to an Inn designated for Nobles to stay the night, as it was run by the Church it was free for the Nobles, Jonathan saw a uniquely black colored hat literally fly from one alleyway to another.

"Wait here just a moment, Keri."

Now's not the time to investigate things. It doesn't matter what city it is, but criminals always appear more often at night. Don't let a lost hat bother you, they can probably just buy a new one.

"Lord Joestar?"

"Wait here, I'll be back in just a moment."

The gentleman dashed after the hat. There was only one man who could employ such a flying hat and he wished it to be true. He wasn't sure if Keri was rushing after him, but that didn't matter at the moment. He rushed around the corner and came to a grisly, yet delightful sight.

On the ground lay three men on the ground with two of them seemingly having been cut by blades. One had it in their arms, and the other had it in their back. Only one thug groaned in pain, but the assailant. Quickly stomped a foot on his head and knocked him out. From any other person's view it would seem that a merchant of all people seemed to have dealt with the thugs. Jonathan called out to the man with much joy in his voice.

"Speeeeeeeeedwagoooooon!"

The man turned around in surprise, before as smile appeared on his face.

"Mr. Joestar!"

Speedwagon ran to Jonathan as fast as he could, "Is it really you? Mr. Joestar?"

"Speedwagon, it's good to see you again."

The man stopped right in front of Jonathan and took his hand and shook it as if to check if he was real.

"Mr. Joestar it's been so long. I have many things I wish to tell you."

"Lord Joestar, what's-" Keri finally caught up to the gentleman, "You're Robert E.O. Speedwagon. Of the Speedwagon Trading and Manufacturing Company."

"Trading and Manufacturing Company?"

This is the Speedwagon I saw in the memory?

"Yes it is I, the illustrious Speedwagon."

"Are you associated with Speedwagon, Lord Joestar?"

….

Jonathan and Speedwagon sat across from each other in a small section of the Inn. Jonathan told Keri to rest, but she said she would stand guard.

"And that's about it Mr. Joestar. I lived a full life, helped your grandson out, died, then I reincarnated as a baby in Fodlan, many years later I once again created a big company, that has a lot of sway in the climate of Fodlan."

"I find it wonderful that my descendents are fighting against all manners of evil and I'm thankful that you're helping them, Speedwagon."

"I should be thanking you Mr. Joestar. After our incident on Ogre Street, you've changed my life for the better. And I'm always willing to repay you, no matter what."

It was Jonathan's turn to tell Speedwagon his side of the story, but somewhat left out that the other 'Jonathan' was in his head.

Are you sure you can trust this guy? He looks like the run of the mill thug?

"So you just arrived here Mr. Joestar? And apparently you're a Noble to boot. I guess some things never change."

"The thing is Speedwagon, I arrived here as this body. I didn't reincarnate like you, instead I just popped in this body and I have a second voice in my head."

"Seriously? You literally did just arrive here? A second voice in your head?"

"Yes the..how I say… the original Jonathan Joestar in this body. I merely stole it from him, without either of our consent."

Speedwagon placed a finger on his chin, "Interesting. So you're mind has taken over the body of the previous Joestar that inhabited this body. It seems that you have total control over the body, so you must be cooperating or you're the stronger one in the driver's seat. Amazing, that's probably why you're able to use Hamon. You're spirit is strong enough to push past limitations. You're very soul is strong enough to wield Hamon."

Did he just… accurately describe our situation?

"Explainative as always, Speedwagon."

"Correct, Mr. Joestar, or I wouldn't be the describing Speedwagon."

"How many titles do you have exactly?"

"Approximately two hundred or so."

This guy is serious. Is every person you meet this bizarre?

'I don't happen to notice all that often, to be honest.'

Just head to bed. We were supposed to arrive two days ago, but the ship was stuck before a storm and then it was subsequently sunk today, the day right after the storm.

"Goodnight, Speedwagon."

"Have a nice night, Mr. Joestar."

….

Jonathan stared out at the lush green fields that appeared during his carriage ride. He was the only one who sat in the carriage as Keri decided to ride with the driver just in case of any bandit attacks. It was a slow ride, but the inside of the carriage was supposed to be comfortable for anyone going up to Garrech Mach Monastery. Speedwagon opted to stay behind and said he had a meeting with the Archbishop in a couple of days to discuss business matters.

"Keri seems to be avoiding us." Jonthan spoke aloud, since the two upfront mostly talked and couldn't hear what's inside the carriage completely.

She's doing her job as any bodyguard would do.

"You seemed all too eager to abandon her at the beach."

That's because she's a commoner, you can always-

"Human lives aren't replaceable. Plus it would be wrong to leave an innocent behind, especially a lady."

She's not a lady, she's a commoner, know the difference. You can't just ruin my image by showing that you don't know the difference.

"I know the difference, but if you treat everyone with just a little respect, then you're image will always be smiled upon."

Let's see how far this ideal of yours can take you. Nobles must be a step above the rest, we can't show weakness by a slip up like that.

"If you call kindness a weakness, then no one would ever bother to help people."

You know what I mean. You can't ideally do what you wish to do.

"My blood flows with true passion to be a great gentleman. My heart resonates so that everyone has a chance to live. This beat of my being holds justice above all else."

What does that even mean?

….

The woman before him was the image of pristine beauty. The crown she wore glowed in the sun, her green hair naturally shone off her body. Her robes signified her importance, overall she signified that she was the one that was in charge. A gentle aura protruded from her being.

This must be Lady Rhea, she's much more beautiful than I would've ever imagined.

The man next to her wore simple blue robes and had green hair as well. He seemed to radiate an aura of authority that demanded some respect. However Jonathan frowned when he heard him speak.

"Greetings. I am Seteth and this is the Archbishop, Lady Rhea. You're Jonathan Joestar, correct?"

Jonathan could've sworn he sounded just like his adopted brother, but that couldn't be the case. He didn't let out any sort of mannerism that indicated he was like him.

"Is something the matter? Are you perhaps another one of the strong silent type?"

Seteth seemed to be getting worried with his blank stare, but the woman next to him stayed calm as ever.

"Sorry, Mr. Seteth. You just sound similar to someone I used to know."

"Ah, I don't hear that often. Usually the students say my voice is unique. However, my voice sounding similar to someone else's will have to wait. We welcome you to Garrech Mach Monastery and wish to tell you that you're safe here."

"I thank you for the welcome."

The Archbishop spoke with a soft voice, "We are welcomed to have you Jonathan Joestar. It is a tragedy what happened to you almost six years ago, but I can see that you've moved on from it and made the best of your situation. I'm sorry the local followers of Seiros could do nothing as your fortune was taken from you, but we owed your father a great debt and finding you is a blessing. Especially since you've managed to become a Sun Warrior in those years."

"Sun Warrior?"

Seteth spoke up again, "That's what the Church of Seiros calls the people that use the power of the sun to defeat evil forces just like you do. Rhea and I unfortunately can't use this power as we're not compatible for it, but the Archbishop is able to see the ones who can use it."

"Ah you mean Hamon."

"If that is what you wish to call it." Lady Rhea's smile grew, "I can see your Hamon is flowing quite well through you."

"How exactly can you see Hamon when I'm not focusing on it?"

"Hamon is quite similar to faith magic, much like how a skilled monk can detect a person's magic power, I've been able to detect the Hamon that flows through the few Sun Warriors I've met."

"I see. I wonder if I would be able to do that someday?"

"Since you're a Sun Warrior, then I imagine it would be easier for you to do so. Even though Lady Rhea makes it sound as though it was easy, it took her years to finally be able to detect the energy that flows through Sun Warriors."

"Classes are in session at the moment, Jonathan. You can introduce yourself near the end of the day, I'm sure the Black Eagle House would be delighted to meet you. In the meantime we'll have a student from the Black Eagle House lead you to your room." Lady Rhea reassured Jonathan.

"She's a good student and apparently she knows you from your days on the Morioh Isles. She can fill you in on any questions you don't have at the moment"

For some reason Jonathan tensed up, why did he get an ominous feeling from this,

No… there's only one person who could possibly know me around my age.

'Who?' Jonathan didn't know why his spine began to shiver, he only ever had that feeling when thinking about Di-

"Well it would be 「useless」to have a student who has never been here before trying to find the right room, wouldn't it? I'm sure Jojo would be delighted to see me again, right?" A voice that sounded eerily familiar to 'Jonathan' came from behind

His body seemed to naturally freeze up and goosebumps appeared on his arms. His mind instinctively recognized the voice, but he had to turn around to make sure. And he wasn't sure how, but the 'Jonathan' inside his head seemed to be breathing heavily.

"Ah, I see you're already here."

She wore what appeared to be a standard uniform for the Officer's Academy as he's seen a couple of students wearing it as he passed by to meet with the Archbishop. However it was clearly customised a bit to fit a cape with a heart stitched onto it. She also freely wore some pointed shoes that seemed to go longer towards the end than they should have.

Her blond hair was nicely combed down with a couple of green heart shaped bows to keep in her hair. And she wore a smile that Jonathan could never misidentify in his life. Her hands were at her side and her posture simply radiated that of a prim and proper noble.

ゴゴゴゴゴゴ

"Dio." Jonathan whispered.

Rhea kept her smile on her face, "Diona Brando will be your guide and show you your room, Jonathan."

That's unmistakably my ex-fiancee, Diona Brando.

'Fiancee?'

"I haven't seen you in forever, Jojo."

Her smile may have looked friendly on the outside, but both Jonathans knew better than to trust it. No matter how many people she fooled.

….

That's a wrap for now, girl Dio because I think it's cool. Was going to do Twin Dios, Diona and Dio, but decided against in favor of one Dio.

Thank you for all the comments I got in the first chapter, didn't entirely expect this to blow up the way it did, especially with Jonathan. All hands on for purest of the Jojos.

Also it was either Speedwagon now or later, so I chose the now for our favorite waifu.

Also fixed the spelling of Isles, English do be spelling words similar all the time, but this one was on my end. Might makes some Omakes in the future when something comes to mind.

Until then To Be Continued..