A/N: For those who are not caught up with Jojo's Bizarre Adventure or RWBY and are worried about spoilers, you should know that the story assumes that you are finished with part 4 in Jojo's and we plan on introducing characters from RWBY season 3 very early. BUT of course that can change as the story goes on. We do not own anything and if we did it wouldn't be fanfiction. Thank you so much for checking out the story, this was co-written by me and my friend.

Jonathan Joestar had been studying Archeology for almost a year after his sixteenth birthday. The many trinkets and oddities that decorated the Joestar family estate often had long, winding histories that entranced his younger self. Jonathan had devoured their stories and found the tales much more to his liking than the fanciful adventures one found in the pages of fiction. After all, nothing he knew added to the daring drama of heroes quite like knowing it had all been true. Which is why one odd item in particular had occupied his childhood imagination well into his adolescence. The Stone Mask.

The Mask had been obtained by his father in Jonathan's youth, and despite years of (admittedly half hearted) inquisition, George Joestar never had any answers when his son asked after the morbid visage of that Mask. The child would not be discouraged. After all, the mask was real. It sat before him as surely as his chair sat beneath him at dinner, so it had to have a history. It must have been SOMEONE'S mask. Perhaps the well-worn shroud of a vigilante, or master thief! Of course, the speculations of a child were things that often proved inaccurate. So, when Jonathan was made to grow up and consider his future, he found that his fascination masked an underlying frustration: Jonathan Joestar simply could not stand for lost history.

Nothing had quite prepared him for the amount of work that went into become a professional archeologist, but Jonathan had soldiered on. Stressful, sleepless nights gave him no pause. He began to worry, however, when the hallucinations began.

Jonathan was a man of reason, he liked to believe, and so the massive swirling cloud of red gas could only be explained by overworking himself. Jonathan had never experienced hallucinations before, but he was reasonably confident they were supposed to appear real to whoever observed them. Knowing something and experiencing it yourself was often drastically different. Jonathan was almost certain he could smell the noxious cloud in his room. His skin tickled at the phantom touch of bloody vapor, all while the logical mind he had been devoting his life to blooming for the past year raged against the notion that any of this was really happening.

It was silenced when the figure of a human being took shape in the mist. Legs, arms, and a head became distinct before further defining into the shape of a woman. Once she had completely solidified, Jonathan could only marvel at the strange perversions of his inner psyche. The violent red of her garments blended near perfectly into the mist she had been born from. The fabric folded across her breast in a manner than faintly recalled some of clothing of the Eastern countries. Japan?, his scholarly mind offered, but the rest of him was in no state to verify. The skirt of a dress hung directly from her waist and offered little protection against Jonathan's observation. The majority of her legs were covered, but her thighs were left bare.

While Jonathan considered himself a gentleman above base perversions, he could not stop the warm flush of his cheeks. Thankfully for his dignity, any further illicit consideration was tarnished by the mask. Even the Stone Mask could not compare to the broken madness of the design. Stark white bone-like structures inclosed her entire head while red lines crossed their breadth. Trailing behind the grim thing was a collection of black feathers, perhaps plucked from a raven or a crow of considerable size. If this was the sort of woman Jonathan's mind conjured from its depths, perhaps he should heed the advice of his university friends and enjoy the company of real gentlewomen more frequently.

"Who are you?" The question burst from Jonathan's lips before he could help it. As if his madness was not apparent enough, now he could not help himself but speak to the phantom. The woman's head tilted in a considering fashion before her low voice hummed beneath the mask, "Someone who needs your help." Had he not been considerably frightened at this point, Jonathan would have scoffed. "And how might I help you, good lady?" he asked.

Offering no answer, she lunged for Jonathan. Before his reflexes could offer any resistance, she was behind him. Her size betrayed her strength, and she shoved Jonathan's considerable mass forward into the mist.

Well, that sucked. The grass beneath him was pleasant, at least. Not too wet with morning dew to hurt his clothes. Or his hair. Sitting up, Jojo took stock of what he could see and what he knew. A woman in red had appeared before him and pushed him into a red cloud. Now he was sitting… In a field. He didn't recognize anything, so it was unlikely he was anywhere close by. Shit. He had to get back home. He didn't even want to think about how much school he was going to miss. Sighing, Jojo's thoughts turned to school. Specifically, his friends. Wait a minute…

"OKUYASU?!" Josuke's partner-in-crime had been right by his side when the woman appeared. If she had used her weird portal Stand to attack him, then Okuyasu was on his own against a hostile Stand user. Sure, his friend was tough, but tough didn't win Stand battles! He had to get back before-

"Ooh… My head… Stop screaming, Josuke…" Okuyasu sat up, revealing himself from the tall grass that hid him from view. Well, one crisis averted, Josuke thought, now we have to deal with another one.

"Okuyasu, get up!" ordered Josuke. "If we're both here, that means she thinks she can take us on together, which means her Stand's tough." Okuyasu nodded in understanding and the two friends summoned their respective Stands. Even under the watchful eyes of Crazy Diamond and The Hand, neither delinquent relaxed. Stand users were notoriously crafty, even the ones who had no idea what the hell a "Stand" was, and because of the wide range of powers available to the ghostly manifestations of a soul, you never knew what to expect. Tough didn't win Stand battles, smart did. Even so, Josuke had never heard of Stands capable of using a power so far from the user. It took him a minute to realize, but they had to be almost the entire globe away. It was winter in Morioh, but here the bite of cold was nowhere to be felt.

"Okuyasu, something's not right." His scarred friend risked sending him a questioning glance.

"What do you mean?"

Josuke frowned. "It was one of the first things Jotaro taught me about Stands: Power and Range don't go together. If you have a strong Stand, it can't do anything too far from you, while a weak Stand could get as far as fifty meters away. So a Stand capable of teleporting a couple of nearly full grown teenagers should only be able to move us a couple meters."

Okuyasu blinked at the reminder. "So…" he began, "She's not here?" Josuke's frown deepened and he shook his head. "That's not what I meant. Even if she came with us, it wouldn't increase her range. The only explanation I can think of is that whatever that was… It wasn't a Stand."

The idea disturbed them both. If it wasn't a Stand, that meant they didn't know the rules of this fight. Even someone like me knows you gotta know what you're fighting, Okuyasu thought to himself. He would be the first to admit that he had trouble keeping up with complicated stuff, so he was always quick to ask smart guys like Josuke, "So, what do we do?"

"First, we make sure she's really not here." The two continued to watch the landscape around them. Anything, even a blade of grass, could give away a hidden opponent. Something odd caught Josuke's eye, and he grabbed Okuyasu's shoulder. "I see it."

The field they were in had long, uncut grass that swayed in the summer wind. All the grass should have been swaying in waves, but one patch couldn't bend as far. Either it was shorter than the grass around it, or it was being partially pinned to the ground.

Josuke and Okuyasu approached the grass from opposite sides. Once they were both as close as they dared to get, Okuyasu's Stand scraped away the grass, ready.

"Josuke, I don't think this is who we're looking for."

Jonathan's head throbbed with pain. His landing had been far less than pleasant, and he had managed to catch the side of a tree with his skull. After making sure he was not concussed (to the best of his ability; he was no doctor, and would be sure to seek a professional soon), he took stock of his surroundings. The woods were alive with the sounds of small animals and insect chittering away at each other. A vibrant green filter of light shown through the tree canopy. It was beautiful, Jonathan had to admit.

Admiring the view wouldn't get him to a doctor, however, so he set off further into the woods. At first, every tree seemed exactly as the last, every rock seemed familiar. Once he had adapted to the forest environment, he began to notice subtle details that marked his progress. Elms with nests, oaks with holes, and other trees with hidden additions marked Jonathan's path as unique at least, though they could not help him find his way to civilization. His stumbling jaunt came to an end once he found himself in a wide field, with grass that tickled past his knees. Taking a deep breath, he savored the crisp clean air around him.

He didn't get to enjoy it very long before the same red mist manifested in the center of the field. Two young men flew forth from the cloud and hid themselves within the grass. Jonathan, wasting no time, threw himself to the ground. His blood deafened him as it rushed through the veins of his ears, and for a moment he was certain his pounding heart would toss him bodily into the air. If that woman had servants, then it felt fair for him to assume she was a woman of some status. The Joestar family hadn't had to deal with many rivals during Jonathan's life, but his father hadn't been shy about telling stories of kidnapped young Joestars held to ransom. He heard the murmuring of voices. One, strong and confident, another, slow and questioning. The cadence of their conversation carried tones of worry and uncertainty. Jonathan wasn't sure exactly how a kidnapper should sound, but he was certain they never should show hesitation in their dark deeds.

Perhaps, then, he had misjudged these two lads? It may even happen that the two were victims of that witch as he was! If such a thing were true, he could find them valuable allies. A question in his heart held his tongue from crying out for them: What if he was wrong?

He did not have long to question himself before the grass which was his only defense brushed itself away, as if by an invisible hand, and he was left staring into the scarred face of a young man. His intimidating features of gnarled skin and a harsh jawline were betrayed by his eyes. Wide, questioning, and even when the young man's harsh brow twisted in confusion, they shone with a childish light.

His partner was similarly roguish, with hair that defied physics as Jonathan knew them in a delightfully irreverent manner. His lazy expression could not mask the tenseness of his muscles, and while his gaze drifted wherever he may allow it, the delinquent was clearly ready for Jonathan to attack his friend. This was a man who carried himself in complete confidence that he would die for his fellow man, if ever they needed so of him.

Jonathan knew in his heart that these were kind, good men.

"Josuke, I don't think this is who we're looking for."

Josuke eyed the stranger with caution. He looked just as surprised as they were. He also was obviously not the one who had attacked them, but that didn't count for much. Underlings were pretty easy to buy. On the other hand, he was also young, maybe even Josuke's age. The woman who dragged them out here was older, it'd be too weird for her to meet this guy in public and order him around.

He also wasn't wearing a mask. The woman wanted not to be recognized under that weird bird face, but Josuke was sure he'd be able to pick this guy out in a police lineup. His face was very distinct. Wait, Josuke thought, he's not that distinctive. Why am I so sure I'd recognize him?

"Hey, Josuke, he kinda looks like you!"

Okuyasu was right. The same dark hair, the same shape of the eye, and the same strong-yet-pointed jawline was present on both men's faces. For a fraction of a second, their expressions of surprise were mirrored as well before Josuke's hardened.

"That doesn't matter. If anything, that makes him more suspicious. Stand up," he ordered the prone man. Jonathan followed the instructions carefully and slowly, his hands open in what he hoped to be a pacifying gesture. "I can assure you gentlemen," he began, "that I am not your enemy." Before he could continue, he was interrupted by Josuke's harsh tone.

"Then who are you?"

Once again, the conversation was interrupted, but not by a voice. This interruption came in the form of a chorus of growls, accompanied by one lone celebratory howl.

Massive wolf-like creatures with fur as black as tar and masks of bone circled the three. Their jaws snapped in anticipation of crunching human bone.

Jonathan had never seen a wolf in person before, but he knew enough to know that those who encountered a pack rarely survived. These creatures were much more vicious than any wolf he had ever read about, and the gathering was more like an army than a pack. At least fifty of the gruesome beasts dotted the spaces between the trees, with undoubtedly more at their backs. He was certain that this was his doom.

"Josuke, what the hell are these things?" asked Okuyasu.

Josuke took a moment to observe them before answering, "Well, they don't look like Stands. Keep this guy where he is, Okuyasu, and don't let any of them near him!"

With Crazy Diamond at Josuke's back and The Hand at Okuyasu's, the two friends stood to protect the visibly frightened man they had just been interrogating.

A wolf creature lunged for Josuke's throat, but had its neck snapped by the invisible hands of a giant. The next dove for his legs, but met a wall of pain shaped like a leg. One after another, the wolves sought to overpower Josuke. He could dispatch individuals with ease, by the sheer amount of them was beginning to make him sweat. That's when one brave wolf dove straight for Josuke's head. He managed to lean away from the attack, but felt a quick tension that ended with a sharp pluck.

The wolf had managed to tangle a few of Josuke's hairs in his teeth. Josuke didn't like to hurt animals, but he could no longer let any of these monsters leave unbroken.

"DORARARARA!"

Crazy Diamond howled in a rage to echo its master's inner fury. Josuke ran headfirst into the wolves, allowing diamond hard fists to plow through the masses.

Meanwhile, Okuyasu maintained his position beside Jonathan. The Hand scraped away any wolf who got close and pull in any who would not. Both the Stand and the user were eerily quiet in the heat of battle. Okuyasu was focused entirely on the fight in front of him.

Once the two Stand users had settled into a rhythm, the wolves began falling in greater numbers. Some had their left and right arms fused together as the space between them disappeared, and other found themselves trapped in tree trunks and rocks that formed around them. It would have been a bloody and carnal scene if the wolves didn't fade away after death.

When the last of the wolves turned to dust, Jonathan finally felt enough strength in him to ask the obvious question, "What is God's name did you two do?"

Josuke once again regarded his double. He didn't see them? he asked himself. It was possible. If this was an act, it was a very convincing one. Josuke could think of only one way to be completely sure.

Crazy Diamond flew from Josuke's body, a pink fist cocked back to deliver a punishing blow. Jonathan didn't blink. Crazy Diamond leaned forward, its nose nearly touching Jonathan's. This time, he did blink, but not in concern. His eyes kept looking forward. Josuke ground his teeth together. He had more success with this trick when he had tried it with the alien. His next idea was a last resort, but he couldn't risk this stranger being a hostile Stand user, especially when they were stranded who-knows-where.

"DORA!" Crazy Diamond howled as he drove a fist into Jonathan's chest. His skin split, his ribs snapped inwards, and any organs that could not be pushed aside were flung out onto the forest floor.

Crazy Diamond withdrew its fist, and Jonathan rapidly knitted back together under the influence of Josuke's power.

Jonathan shivered for a moment and sat down in the grass. "Forgive me, gentlemen. I feel a sudden faintness from all the excitement." Okuyasu eyes bulged at the implication. He didn't even realize what happened? Josuke's scarier than I thought. Even Tonio's food doesn't work so fast that you can't feel it.

Josuke finally allowed himself to relax. Only users with incredible control could contain their Stands in life threatening situations, and if this guy was that good, then Josuke and Okuyasu were probably going to die no matter how ready they were.

Josuke offered an apologetic smile and said, "Hey, sorry about earlier. We thought you were working with someone who… pranked us." Jonathan was immediately suspicious of the explanation.

"Must have been quite the prank to have you so rattled. Perhaps you could explain your embarrassment to me, and allow me to understand why I was treated so harshly when I was discovered?" Josuke's face flushed with embarrassment. He had been really tough on the guy.

"Look, I really am sorry about that," he offered, "The truth is, me and my friends have all been on edge lately. A couple weeks ago, we had a run in with some crazy guy. We thought you might have been one of the people helping him for a second."

Jonathan's expression softened as he spoke, "Well, I can hardly blame a man for being cautious after such an ordeal." He offered Josuke a small but warm smile before his face bunched up in confusion. "You say the man had help? What sort of help could a madman solicit?"

Josuke barked in laughter before coughing into his fist. He couldn't hide his smile as he said, "You wouldn't believe me if I told you, but I'll try anyway." He counted them off on his fingers as he listed, "Let's see, there was a rock star, a rat, a ghost, a biker, a plant, a…" He paused for a moment to think of a description, "I guess that one was a normal guy, but he really liked scaring people."

Jonathan didn't show any signs of confusion. It helped that he hadn't understood a few of Josuke's descriptions. Internally, Jonathan was now sure he was dealing with two of the mentally incompetent. Honestly, ghosts and plants conspiring against them? Still, no matter how nonsensical the supposed assistants were, it would have been rude to stare slack jawed as if Josuke were some kind of mad man. In the interest of polite conversation, Jonathan merely commented, "It sounds as if you've had quite the ordeal."

Josuke was momentarily stunned by how calm he seemed, but adapted quickly. "Oh, yeah, things got kinda bizarre for a few months. Oh, wait, I forgot the most important one!" Josuke punctuated the exclamation with a slap to his own forehead. "There was also this crazy lady with a freaky bird mask! We just saw her."

Jonathan felt his vision swim and his stomach tighten into knots. No… That's impossible, there's no way they mean the same woman…

Okuyasu jumped in with a grin, "Yeah, she just walked out of some red cloud and disappeared! She was too scared to even fight us!" The idea that one of their many enemies would run scared was not a very funny one, but nonetheless, Josuke and Okuyasu began howling with laughter at the thought.

As the two laughed at the mystery woman's expense, Jonathan felt the pit fall out of his stomach. That confirms it… I wasn't seeing things, I was really kidnapped! And so were these two! Why would someone kidnapped three men and drop them in the forest? There must be some sort of connection between us.

Jonathan coughed to get his new companions attention. He offered a handshake as he introduced himself, "My name is Jonathan Joestar. It's a pleasure to meet you both."

Okuyasu and Josuke stopped laughing. Both had broken out into a sweat, and were looking at Jonathan as if he'd been a ghost walking the Earth. Josuke was the first to recover.

"D-did you say 'Joestar'?" he asked.

"I did," Jonathan confirmed with a nod. "I assume you're both familiar with my family?"

Josuke finally shook the offered hand while he talked, "I'm Josuke Higashikata, and this is my pal, Okuyasu. My father's a guy named 'Joseph Joestar'."

Jonathan took in the other man's features again. "Well, that explains our resemblance. I must confess, however, that I've not had the pleasure of meeting Joseph myself, Mr. He-, uh, Hega…"

"Just call me Josuke."

"Of course, Josuke." Jonathan gave an apologetic smile.

"The thing is, I only recently learned I was related to the Joestar family. The Joestars only found out I existed when they learned Joseph had an affair with my mother." said Josuke

"I see. I'm sorry to hear that." said Jonathan.

Strange. I've never heard anything about this. Well, Josuke seems about as old as I am. If Joseph was the kind of man to have affairs, it's hardly surprising father would distance him from our side of the family before I was born.

Noticing the mood was growing sour quickly, Josuke interjected, "Hey, don't get the wrong idea. Everything sort of worked out - in a weird way. Me and the Joestars are cool now. I'm just saying, I have no clue how closely me and you are related." said Josuke.

"Eh, you guys are probably cousins or something." Okuyasu suggested with a shrug. Josuke shrugged along with him,

"Yeah, that could be it. Either way, we're all stuck in this situation, so let's find a way out of here together. Starting with how we all got here."

Jonathan grew serious and nodded. "Of course."

Jonathan's original suspicions had returned with a vengeance. If this woman had kidnapped two Joestars, there could be no other explanation. Of course, that still left the two most current and pressing problems: Where were they, and how did they get here? And, added a small part of Jonathan's mind that had been forgotten in the face of progress, how they managed to kill those wolf creatures.

Dammit! The situation was worse than Josuke thought. It was already bad enough knowing that woman was able to teleport both of them to some field in the middle of nowhere, but she picked up someone from the other side of the world, too?

Jonathan, with no Stands to blame events on, was at a total loss. "Do either of you suspect she may have been some sort of witch?" It was ridiculous superstition, but then again, superstition couldn't target his family.

"To be honest, I have no clue what she is. It is weird that she asked you for help, but obviously it was some sort of trick. She wanted us to be here, and why would she pick right here if it weren't for those monsters?" asked Josuke.

"Perhaps she is after the Joestar family fortune?" Jonathan offered.

"If that's true, why the hell did I have to be dragged into all of this? Unless…" Okuyasu paused for a moment, then quickly grabbed Josuke.

"Josuke! She knows!" yelled Okuyasu, shaking Josuke by his shoulders hard enough to give lesser men whiplash.

"Hey, calm down! What are you talking about?!" asked Josuke.

"The lottery! She's after the money! She wants our cut of the five million yen!" Okuyasu teeth were clenched beneath his bulging eyes.

Josuke let out a sigh and said, "Okuyasu, what does killing us in the middle of nowhere have anything to do with our money? It's not like she's in our will. And even if she were, two thirds of five million yen's nothing compared to the Joestar's money." He felt a twinge of guilt pointing that out to Okuyasu. It felt a little too much like holding that over him. He didn't feel too bad, though. After all, he had turned that money down.

"I think Mr. Okuyasu does bring up a good point though. Why just us? We aren't the only members of the Joestar family," said Jonathan, eager to get back on track.

The moment Jonathan asked the question he began to worry. If he was here, what was happening back at home? Was his father okay? What about Dio?

Jonathan struggled to maintain his expression. He would never forget what it was like when they first met. Even though the past couple years with his adopted brother seemed peaceful, he never had forgotten what Dio had done that first year. Jonathan truly wanted to believe Dio was his brother, but the idea of leaving his father alone with him wasn't the comforting thought it should have been.

"Yeah, that is true. I hope Joseph and Jotaro haven't ran into her." said Josuke

"We can figure all this out later!" shouted Jonathan. He winced at his cracked composure and took a moment to calm down before continuing, "We need to find civilization and get our bearings. I'm sure you'd both agree it's best we do so together."

Josuke and Okuyasu shared a skeptical look at Jonathan's outburst, but agreed.

"Right! Let's get the hell out of this forest. As soon as we find a somewhere safer, I'll call Jotaro to send someone to take us home." said Josuke.

"Let's get something to eat before they get here, I'm starving!" said Okuyasu.

A/N: Since more than one person has addressed the issues with Jonathan, i'd like to clarify. The point Jonathan is at (as in before he learns Hamon/Ripple, Dio turns into a vampire, meets speedwagon, ect.) is intentional. We hope to keep you in suspense on how he will be any help in his current state.