To commemorate area 51 raid―err... Jojolion chapter 90, I decided to publish this little story I've written a few days ago.

Yes, this is basically my take on one of the most asked questions in Stone Ocean: "What happened to Josuke and Giorno in the event of Stone Ocean?" While there is a mention of Giorno might be in Florida, what about Josuke? Why didn't Giorno show up in SO? Are the other Joestars felt something when Pucci fused with the baby? What if Josuke was in SO? WHAT IF THEY TEAMED UP TOGETHER IN SO?!

Also, I consider Purple Haze Feedback canon, so this story picked up from PHF ending instead of Vento Aureo's last episode. I'm not actually serious when writing part 5 story, so please excuse the they-go-holiday cliche, hahahahaha. Actually, the part 4 one is kinda cliche too...

Sorry if there are some minor spells or confusing grammars, I'm still trying to write stories in English. Really appreciate it if anyone can point out my mistakes.

I might continue this story if some people want it, but it also can be read alone as a one-shot. I intentionally left it somehow open-ended, hope you enjoyed it.

Jojo's Bizarre Adventure © Hirohiko Araki

"I win! I know she'd choose her father over me!"

The man turned around and quickly approached the green-colored being behind the bush.

Spiral staircase…

Rhinoceros beetle…

He said as he keeps approaching the being.

A ghost town…

A pear tart…

Rhinoceros beetle…

Via Dolorosa…

Rhinoceros beetle…

Singularity point…

Giotto…

Angels…

Hydrangea…

Rhinoceros beetle…

Singularity point…

The man carefully reached out to the little being.

"The secret emperor…!"

Suddenly, the green little being turned at him and began to get up. The man stared at it with pure wonder and exciting feeling. He quickly took out a finger bone he planted inside his right palm. Then, he offered the little being the bone.

"Are you interested in me, now? Are you curious? Are you going to come to me?" While holding in the pain in his injured right hand, the man tried to keep a steady voice. "Is this going to mark the beginning of everything that is to come?!"

The little being reached out to him and chomped the bone along with the man's hand that makes it decayed until the arm. Blood splattered everywhere, tainting the tall grasses around them.

"Now I can finally enter your 'world', DIO‼"

"Hey, hey, don't cry!"

A man with a bizarre pompadour hair wearing a uniform squatted before a crying child. Beside him was a popped balloon, presumably the child's.

"B-but, Momma…" the child tried to talk between her tears. "She… don't know… where…"

"Don't worry! I'm sure your Ma is also searching for you,"

The man looked around the park without leaving his spot beside the child. Not too long until he saw a woman at the scramble with a gesture he recognizes after all these years in the police force. A gesture people tend to do when they lost something in public.

"Say, is that your Ma?" the man pointed at said woman.

The child turned her attention to his direction and nodded happily. She grabbed the man's hand and ran to her mother, forcing him to go with her.

"Momma!"

The woman turned around and saw the very thing she was searching for all this time. She quickly walked to her with open arms.

"My child!" the woman hugged her child as soon as they were close enough. The child burst into tears again. "Oh, I'm sorry, dear. I didn't realize you weren't following me. Let's hold hands next time, okay?"

The child nodded and smiled. Feeling happy at the reunion, the man could only smile and grateful that all ends well. Suddenly, he had an idea to cheer the child up more.

He reached into his pocket. "You also lost this, didn't you?"

The child confusingly stared at the man as he turned his body from them. He mumbled something along the word "diamond" and turned back with an elephant-shaped balloon. It has the same color as the one she accidentally popped earlier.

"For me, mister?"

The man reached his hand out to the child. "Of course! To congratulate your achievement at finding your Ma,"

"Our," The child accepted the balloon and touched his hair with a sweet smile. "Our achievement, mister. Thank you!"

"Thank you very much, sir." The woman bowed deeply. "Come on, say goodbye to the mister officer."

After waving goodbye to them with a smile, the man repaired his hair and walked back to his post. He met another of his co-worker on the way and kept walking to his post after thanked him for his work today.

"Um, sir? Isn't your post over there, near Kame-yu?" the previous co-worker stopped him in his tracks. "Why are you walking to the south?"

Upon realizing that, the man turned around with an embarrassed smile on his face. "Aw, dammit. Why did I go there, I wonder? Hahahahaha!"

The man just laughed and walked along with his co-worker, while still wondering why did he walk farther away from his post before.

Feeling a sudden pain, he gripped his nape. A star-shaped birthmark could be seen near it.

"Hm?" The blonde man turned his head at his companion in front of him. "Excuse me, what did you say?"

"Like I said…" His companion leaned his arms behind his head. "Maybe you should take a break after all these works for years, y'know,"

"But I feel well-rested, thanks to you and Fugo always willing to carry my orders."

"Well, of course, we are, you're our boss." Another man―Fugo―spoke up from the sofa while holding a plate of cake. "Mista probably means that you should go out once in a while, just go out without some purpose, like going to a zoo, swimming pool, or something else."

"We always go to a restaurant together for lunch and dinner, aren't we?"

"Yes, but―" Mista frustratingly scratches his head―well, definitely the head under his some kind of hat. "Argh! Seriously, dude! You need a break or you can't even understand what other people say!"

"Alright, alright. I'm just messing with you, guys." The first man―who they called 'Boss'―chuckled from his seat.

He then got up and walked towards the windows close to him. An evening breeze caressed the stiff muscles on his face after a long-day work.

… What is this odd feeling lingering in his mind, though?

"What do you have in mind for holiday?" He turned around to look at his companions.

"Huh? Um… let's see…" Fugo took a tablet on the table and browse through the internet. "How about Elba? You can rest your mind from work completely there. We can probably rent the whole island so that no one would disturb you."

"Eeeh, the island from last month's mission? It was so boring, Mistaaa!"

A little floating being yelled at Mista. Fugo looked up and see the other man's stand, "Sex Pistols" were swarming around the cake―his cake.

"Mista…"

"Sorry~ I'll pay you next time, Fugo. I forgot their lunch,"

"If I can't control my emotion, you'd be dead by my Purple Haze, Mista."

"Like I said, m'sorry! Hey, you guys, say sorry to Fugo."

"… Sorry," one of the little being with a number 3 on its forehead said half-heartedly. "But it's true, Mista! It's more fun to go to Piazza del Campo!"

"Or… we could go to Capri again?"

"Shut up, Five!"

"Waaaaah, Mistaaa...!"

"Hey, come on, guys,"

"Why don't we go overseas?"

The two gangsters looked at their boss with a confused stare. This is rare for their boss to show interest in other countries. Not that he is apathetic, but he usually only has interest and mind focus on Italy, to make it a better place.

"Well, sure… but to where?" Fugo put his tablet down and looked curiously at The Boss.

"I don't know, is there any interesting place in the southern United States?"

"That's weirdly specific, what's it with the southern States?" Mista chirped.

"… Just wondering." The Boss gripped the left side of his upper back.

"…" Fugo stared at his boss for a minute before looked back at his tablet. "There's Hot Springs National Park in Arkansas… Aquarium in Georgia… Gateway Arch in Missouri… Colonial Williamsburg in North Carolina… You can look at the rest here."

After reading the recommendation article for a couple of minutes, The Boss raised his eyebrow. It seems he found his choice of place.

"How about here?"

"Which is it?" Fugo looked over his tablet. "SeaWorld in Florida?"

Mista got up from the sofa and quickly walked over to them. He saw another interesting place to visit on the page.

"Ah! This looks fun too!" Mista pointed at one of the pictures. "Pistols will also be happy to go there,"

"Walt Disney World Resort?" Fugo read the place's name. "It's also in Florida, we can visit it along since both are in Orlando. When do you want to go?"

The Boss waved his braided blonde hair and looked over to the window. He squeezed the part of his body that embraced a star-shaped birthmark under his clothes.

"Tonight, after dinner."

A girl filled up a glass of water in the kitchen and walked fast through a large hallway. She tightly gripped the glass, not wanting the water to fall even just a drop. This is for her loved person. Her savior. The hero that willing to adopt her when she was alone and scared as a baby.

Her father.

She opened the door just to reveal a wide bedroom. On the bed, laid a frail old man coughing and tried to breathe normally. Quickly, the girl put the glass of water near the old man's hands. Realizing that he was holding the thing he needed, he gulped down the water and sighed.

Relax. Control your breath.

The old man slowly opened his eyes and found a young girl at his bedside. He smiled and patted the girl's head.

"Thank you," The old man coughed. "Shizuka."

The girl―Shizuka Joestar―looked worried at the old man. His health sure has been better since he brought her home, but old age is still a problem no one can escape from. Even his late wife, the one who always supports him until 7 years ago.

Shizuka doesn't really know Suzie Q Joestar, but she remembers well her warmth and kindness when she was still a baby. Her mother―she doesn't care if she is adopted, she has a happy life surrounded by a loving family. The Joestar family.

That is why she wants to help the family with whatever she can. She would take care of her father, replacing her mother's role. Not that she doesn't trust the maids and butlers, but she thinks the family should be the one to tend another family member.

"Are you okay, Father?" Shizuka grabbed the old man's left hand. "Should I call brother? And-and maybe ask him to bring Tonio to make food for you."

"No need, my dear," The old man smiled and breathed hard. "Let's not bother them too much."

"But, you've been like this since some days ago. This isn't a normal fever!"

The old man glanced at the portrait on the drawer beside his bed. A photograph of 5 men and a dog together in some desert. A little frown formed on his old face.

Suddenly, he felt an agonizing pain in his left shoulder. His vision blurred for some moments. With a trembling hand, he gripped the shoulder and shut his eyes.

Noticing something is wrong, Shizuka rubbed the old man's back with a confused look. She was conflicted between running out to ask for help or stay by his side.

Oh no, her feet start to fade. She is too stressed. Breathed in and out. Now is not the time to stress out, her father is the one who needs help right now.

Crash!

Her attention turned back at the old man when she heard the crashing sound. He was staring at something on the floor in fear and anxiety.

It was the photograph. The glass was shattered everywhere, leaving just the frame and the photo inside it.

A piece of glass managed to scratch his gloved hand when the old man tried to pick up the photo. He put the photo on his lap, letting Shizuka see it. After he calmed himself, he thought of something and frowned at his right palm.

I can't use Hermit Purple too often at this age...

"Father…"

"Shizuka, would you be a dear and fetch my usual notes on the shelf?"

The girl nodded and quickly walked to the shelf not too far from the window and took the one he requested. She gave him the notes with a puzzled expression, but seeing his father's serious face, she knows it must be something important.

The old man skimmed through the notes. About his first adventure 60 years ago, his second adventure with his grandson 20 years ago, his encounter with his son―and brought another child in―in Japan 10 years ago, all the research and important notes he mustn't forget no matter how he hates noting something, and stopped at the page with 'Speedwagon Foundation' written on it.

He needs to confirm something.