I OWN NOTHING

Suffice to say, I do know of this anime… The only reason I really liked the show was because I wanted to see more of Scanty and Kneesocks, though. All things considered, they may want to control the human race but they won't sleep with anything that walks and has a Y chromosome or ignore you for whatever sugary treat there is nearby.

Important: I'm just going to warn you and tell you that I'm giving Brief's dad a name, Boxers. I mean, his kid's named Briefers, so I went with Boxers as the father's name.

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Among the streets of a large Daten City many things could happen. People with quirks could become either victims or monsters. There was little hope and there was much despair, and because of that there were always those that looked at life like a form of oppression. These people either had people walk over them or, in other equally dark scenario, liked to walk over people.

In an alley it could be seen with a gang of thugs in white clothes that looked straight out of a 1990s hip-hop music video tormenting a little girl and her dog. Said girl was wearing a simple summer dress and hugged a little Pomeranian close to her chest. Her large brown eyes were in tears, and she feared her small brown pigtails would be yanked while she held the dog, which was currently growling at the punks.

"Little thing still wants to fight back, huh?" laughed their leader, a very muscular teen with a white beanie and puffy white winter coat, "If he wants to bite, my bite is far worse!"

"P-Please, just stop. Rex didn't do anything." The little girl cried.

The leader smirked, "Nothing? That mangy mutt stumbled on my jeans, and as the leader of the White Snakes, I can't let my clothes get dirty. But, if you got your parents to pay for the dry cleaning, I may forgive you. Though these jeans are not cheap, and the only place that can clean them is quite expensive."

"How about I count how much she owes you?" said a new voice. The punks turned to see a plain looking boy with freckles, a slicked back red hairdo with a lone bang between blue eyes, and an odd outfit.

He was wearing a modified Japanese uniform consisting of an olive green overcoat, matching green ballooning pants, and brown shoes. The overcoat was opened to show a purple t-shirt with a black rose painted on it, and from his right hip hung a chain made of small steel roses. To finish the look was a yellow scarf that flowed behind him like a cape.

"The Hell did you come from?" the leader of the White Snakes said, his mouth showing sharp, long fangs dripping with poison.

The boy looked at the girl and her dog, "Judging by what you told me regarding your pants, she does owe you some money. However, her dog has about three broken ribs, not to mention you scared a little girl. Proper child therapy isn't cheap these days. Let us not forget a Pomeranian is a dog with needs, so to give it a proper room and the things it'd need to get better I'd say you owe her and not the other way around."

A punk grinned at him, grabbing him by the lapels, "How about we bury the dog and you, free of charge?" he sneered.

The boy smiled softly, "I wouldn't do that if I were you. My partner has a really short fuse against Ghosts like you..."

Every punk tensed, their bodies twitching, "So you know…"

A grin spread on the boy's face, "I made it my job to deal with guys like you ever since my father introduced me to my fiancées… Not an easy job, but it is fun."

The punk holding him reared back his hand, his nails growing to the shape and size of daggers, "Stop with the cocky act, you son of a-"

"Gun Roses!" the redhead shouted.

Everything seemed to freeze for everyone looking. To the naked eye it was impossible to see who, or rather what was summoned when the bushy haired teen summoned it. Energy materialized behind the redhead's back, taking shape. When it settled, it stood behind him, ready for action. It was humanoid, about six foot tall with olive green skin with the body of a bodybuilder, muscles over muscles.

Its arms and legs were covered in black steel gauntlets and greaves. Its arms were covered in pitch black vines with sharp thorns. Covering the groin was a pink cloth, like a skirt. And the most noticeable feature was its head for it was practically a red rose-shaped helmet that showed only the chin, onyx black lips, and green eyes. It had a very serious expression on its face as it cracked its knuckles.

"Derya!" it roared, shooting a fist forward.

The entire gang of punks hadn't seen a thing, they just registered how their friend sailed through the air with a fist imprinted on his face. The red haired boy turned at them, doing an odd pose by putting his right fist on his hip, his left leg bent up while his shoe rested on the ball of his foot, and his other hand aiming a single finger at them. He then spoke in a serious manner.

"Whatever you do, I can fix it. If you walk out of here without causing any trouble, I'll take care of the dog. However, if you think for a second that Gun Roses will let you harm me, it will take you out like weeds."

Their leader reared his head back, venom pooling in his mouth, "Like I care!" he spat, literally, with an acidic purple blob flying at the boy.

Gun Roses flicked its wrist at the wall, causing pillars to shoot out and stop the poisonous projectile.

"A-Amazing…" the little girl said in awe.

The redhead smiled, "I know, right? My Stand Gun Roses is the perfect gardener." He aimed his finger at the now nervous punks, "Anything it touches grows how it sees fit… It helps me to decide on new haircuts."

Having heard the last part, the thugs growled and charged the teen after he mocked them. Soon their bodies grew, muscles expanding and ripping their outfits while their legs merged together in long tails. Soon the redhead was staring at black and yellow snake humanoids with long, clawed arms.

The girl gasped, "W-What are those?!"

Sighing to himself, the redhead stepped forward, "I heard there was a gang of virgins that tried to scam girls into being with them, but died when going to a BDSM club… And here I thought my love life was crazy."

"Stop mocking us!" the snake Ghosts roared charging at him.

"I told you, didn't I?" the boy started, "Gun Roses is a gardener, and a gardener knows when to take out weeds."

As he said that, Gun Roses' fingers morphed into blades, multi-jointed sharpened claws that started from the knuckle and moved with the ability to grip. Like the boy said, his Stand knew how to cut, for in a split second every Ghost before him had been sliced to pieces. Moving faster than a speeding bullet, Gun Roses' hands turned every Ghost into minced meat in a split second.

Chunks of the monsters' bodies rained around the two while the redhead approached the little girl, "A-Amazing…"

He patted her head, "Are you ok? What about your dog? Is he really that hurt?" he tried to reach for the dog but it whimpered pathetically, "I see… Gun Roses."

"W-What are you going to do, sir?" the girl asked, terrified.

He merely put his hand over her face, closing her eyes while Gun Roses' hands turned into blades. Her dog gave a loud yelp when the large ethereal being cut through its flesh and bone, revealing that it had more than three broken ribs. Just as the guts threatened to slip out, the gardener Stand touched the dog. Bone and flesh started to grow back, realigning themselves over the broken parts.

When the girl's vision was no longer obscured her little dog was back on its feet, panting hard, "There, good as new." The boy said with a small, placid grin before getting up and looking back at the streets, "You should get going before more Ghosts start roaming around, and there's plenty of scum in this city."

"Wait, who are you?" the girl asked with a faint blush, the boy's calm demeanor in a moment of great danger being quite dashing to say the least.

He grinned widely, "Name's Brief Rock, a Ghost hunter."

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In a large office building, at the helipad on the rooftop, one man growled to himself. He was clad in a dashing white suit with a red tie and wore snow white clean velvet gloves. He stood taller than other men and was built like a boxer. His red hair was slicked back and he sported a beard on a strong chin. His blue eyes were not friendly, but stern and full of hunger for power and wealth.

Also, it would be important to mention he was surrounded by men in suits with heavy machine guns all aimed at him, "What do you think you're doing?" he asked them in a bored manner, "I have heard my son is in this city, and I have plans to find him and teach him discipline yet you appear here in a pathetic attempt to attack me with a tacky helicopter. If you'll excuse me, I'd also rather not make a mess on my building."

"Who do you think you are, old man?! Your foundation will be in the past once you die!" one of the men screamed and soon the echoing sounds of gunfire ripped through the air.

The bearded redhead merely narrowed his eyes a fraction of a millimeter, "Blue Oyster Cult!" he called out.

Energy erupted around him in thousands of small pieces which took form. At first glance they'd look like oysters. Their shells were like sapphires, shining in the light, but all similarities ended there. Unlike normal oysters, these ones floated in the air and had large mouths filled with sharp needle teeth. With a snap of the bearded man's fingers, every single mollusk flew to form a barrier around him, stopping every bullet.

The shooters gaped, "What the Hell?! Are the rumors true?! Did you sell your soul to demons?! Answer us, Boxers Rock!"

The man scoffed, "You're too loud. I have guests, important guests." He snapped his fingers again, the oysters opening their mouths, "I shall make sure my Stand doesn't leave a single particle left."

Before they could ask what he meant, one of the gunmen cried as his rifle started to disappear in thin air. Piece by piece just vanished leaving behind enormous teeth marks. Soon came his hands, but what was truly scary is that in the few seconds he lost his gun and hand, it had been the work of only one ouster. When the rest of the swarm flew at him, it was like he had just vanished, not even leaving blood behind.

"What the f-" another cried, but his head went missing from five oysters chomping it down.

Boxers gave the men a small smile, like he wanted to give them a cup of coffee, "You shouldn't underestimate a man. This is a power from my very spirit. It's a defense far harder than diamonds, which not even normal Stands could break. But it's also the perfect offense. Everything Blue Oyster Cult eats, be it one of them or the entire swarm, is forever gone. Metal, flesh, bone, it is something my Stand can easily clean."

"T-This guy is a monster! Ru-"

In less than five seconds about a dozen gunmen heavily armed had disappeared. With another snap of his fingers, Boxers had Blue Oyster Cult chomp down the helicopters they arrived in, leaving the rooftop free for his guests. Speaking of them, the sound of blades cutting the air made him smile at the sight of an expensive black chopper with yellow highlights landing before him.

"I have to hand it to you Corset, that Stand Arrow was quite something else." And what walked out of the chopper could be described as disturbing if you weren't a hardcore BSDM fanatic.

A blue if not purple skinned humanoid, wearing an extremely fine suit walked out of the chopper followed by two more figures. This first figure had a head of white hair that went up above his head, with a noticeable mouth brace disfiguring his jaw akin to something from a particularly deranged horror movie from the late 80's. Though his haircut, which made his head look like a drop of water, was as odd.

"No doubt about that, the Stand Arrow grants worthy humans a truly incredible power, does it not? But more interestingly, it did the same for your son… He's become a proficient user despite him opposing us, Scanty and Kneesocks tell me." Out from the insides of the rich looking helicopter stepped out two Demons. That's Demon with a capital D Motherbuzzer!

The first was an utterly jaw dropping green haired beauty, with rich red skin that seemed neither too bright nor too dark, instead giving off a perfect crimson hue. She had a head of flowing nay wild green hair that seemed to even swirl and disconnect at times, giving it an almost energy like appearance. Possessing a bust that was quite impressive, managing to strain even the school uniform she wore.

Her eyes were a glimmering yellow and green, yellow for the actual whites and green for the iris. Behind her wiggled a demons tail, while a pair of horns stood out above her head. To complete her classy appearance she had a small fang poke out from the corner of her mouth.

"Truly the proliferation of his actual growth is an astounding one to witness… I doubt anyone can really see where his potential ends, which is what makes him such a fascinating person to be around. Wouldn't you say, Miss Kneesocks?" Her question was poised intelligently and respectfully with a large degree of affection coloring it to her companion.

If the first was a beauty, then the second could easily be stated to be on her level but in a more subdued manner. This woman possessed the same skin tone as her companion, and a slightly less impressive bust. However, her hips and legs had a curve to them that could make a traffic accident happen were she to walk in a more suggestive manner.

Instead of green, her hair went down in an elegant ponytail along with brushed bangs covering her face slightly and was a deep blue, giving it a rich and silken appearance as she walked over to her sister, adjusting a pair of square glasses over her eyes. Instead of dual horns, she had a single pointed horn spear out from the middle of her head.

"I have to absolutely agree with you. Brief is proving to be truly incredible to watch grow and develop, even for a human his growth rate is considerable. I'd hazard that he just might surpass that curious oriental from Japan in due time, my dear sister." She spoke in a more composed and elegant manner, but her smile was just plain devious.

"To talk so highly of my bad behaved child, truly I must have done at least one thing right raising him." Boxers said with a small smile of pride, which he wiped upon continuing talking, "I'm afraid that as legal as I've made marrying you two to him, he won't let that interfere in his hunt for Ghosts. He will even attend classes like he should, but if I were to take the direct approach it'd be a disaster for both of us."

Corset grinned more, "And you can't use your Stand in battle without calling too much attention. That is why Scanty and Kneesocks here have joined the student council to help a Ghost take full control over the school. It shall be interesting to say the least how he will handle meeting the power of domination."

Speak of the devil, not the actual embodiment of all evil but our hero, he was currently making his way to classes with a look of dread on his face, "It's been years since I've been to this city. Wonder if the schools are still packed with the same old."

He opened the door and found a lot of pink, a bee motif, and the letter B displayed proudly over every inch of the school's surface. He arched a brow when he was about to step into a large carpet with a large golden B on it. He mentally wondered if he was at the wrong school or if there was some hidden camera around the corner. Instead, he found an army of cheerleaders walking to him.

Leading them, currently carried in a throne that some jocks held up, was a blonde cheerleader. She had a long majestic mane of golden hair, sharp eyes looking down on him in more ways than one, and a crown. He arched a brow at the pink football uniforms the jocks had with a yellow B at the front. Even the cheerleaders' outfits were the same, but of course made for cheerleading.

"Oh, who is this to think they can stand in the middle of our march?" the blonde questioned, purple eyes looking him up and down while her curvaceous form rested calmly on her throne.

Brief put his hands in his pants' pockets, giving a small smile at her, "Sorry, my bad. I should look where I'm going, right?"

She smiled back, "Hmph, it seems you're smarter than you let o-"

"I'm not the kind of guy to look for a fight, so I'll be blunt." Brief continued, keeping his smile, "If you're going to talk like you can walk all over me I recommend you try to be original with your next line."

Her face spelled nothing but hatred and disgust at the friendly tone he used to talk back to her face before turning around and leaving her behind, "So that's the one Kneesocks-sama and Scanty-sama are looking for… I shall make sure to properly break him for them."

By the time she figured her revenge from step one to twenty seven, she heard a screeching halt and praised being showered to someone who was not her. Even Brief turned around to see, much to the disbelief he did his best to hide, a pink car. He would have questioned who'd be either drunk or stupid enough to get their car in a school hall in the middle of the day. Drunk sounded like a good answer.

Turns out, if the driver was drunk they didn't show it. Out of the car stepped two girls with bright blue eyes, and sinful bodies covered in quite revealing modifications of the school uniform. One had a long wild mane of golden hair and was scanning every male around, particularly their groins. Her body was curvaceous but did lack some flesh on the chest that the other had. She stated she and the other were angels.

This second girl had dark blue hair down to her bubble butt, evenly cut bangs, and a gothic air around her as she carried a cat doll. As said before, she had a large bust that some male students oogled. She paid them no mind, though, unlike her sister. Maybe she really was a goth girl and acted antisocial like some stereotype because she felt that way, or the cake in her hands was more important.

Whatever the case, they did have the beauty only angels would possess and both were getting the attention Barby was not, making him chuckle… until the blonde spotted him.

"Wow, hot guy at nine." She made a bee line to him, "Hello there, handsome. Would you be interested in some private study time?"

Brief was blunt, "Not interested."

Barby actually liked him a tiny bit more, enough to take out one step of her revenge, but the blonde did not, "Hey, what in the actual shit?! A drop gorgeous girl wants quality time with you and you say no?! What are you, gay?!" she tried to reach for his scarf as he turned around but Brief easily sidestepped her.

"Tempting as it may be, I have my own problems with other girls, and I'm legally engaged." He stated calmly, "That already started a lot of bad experiences with girls."

The blonde grabbed his arm, hugging it to her chest, "Well, they don't have to know, and I will give you a good time."

He arched a brow, putting on a smile, "You really don't give up, do you?" he slithered his arm out of her grip, "The answer's still no, I still have it bad enough with my fiancées trying to kill me."

"Wait, fiancées?!" The blonde cried in shock, "You mean you got two girls all for you?!"

The bluenette spoke up in a rather condescending tone, "It's not unlike you, Panty. Who knows how many men you've slept with at once?"

"Go eat shit, Stocking!" the blonde shouted.

Brief tilted his head to the side, "I'll say this in my fiancées' favor. Sadistic as those two may be, they are at least classier than you two." He turned around, waving over his head, "Well, take care, you two. It was fun talking to two angels."

He sighed inwardly… He had heard they were angels, even if they acted nothing like it. First demons and now angels… His life had truly gotten bizarre since that fateful day years ago.

XXXXXX

"Father- No, Boxers Rock, you really are a monster beyond redemption!"

Young Briefers Rock stood in the middle of his father's large office. The man stood behind a desk, with two gorgeous girls by one side and a man in the shadows. Boxers was off his chair and looking at his son straight in the eye, a wineglass in his hand. Between the two of them was a woman, face down on the floor with her own red curly hair covering her face and back, but not the pool of blood beneath her.

Boxers spoke like the businessman he was, calm and collected, "It was not my fault your mother couldn't handle the Arrow, Briefers. I thought her to be strong if she managed to give me a son who could withstand this power. It appears I was wrong. It is a shame, devoted as she was to me and you, she could have made for a perfect Stand user to have at our side."

Brief grit his teeth, "First you used that Arrow on me as a guinea pig! I can't believe I actually wanted to believe you when you said you'd make me stronger! Why… Why did you even smile like you were proud of me?! You, the monster who isn't even shedding a tear after getting his wife killed! Answer me, Boxers Rock!"

The man narrowed his eyes, "Is it really that difficult to understand, Briefers?" his Stand came into view, the oyster swarm flying around him, and then he crushed his wineglass, "Power! It's always been power! Only men with power can make the world move forward! Right now I'm not letting this world move in a path of decadence and rebellion! I shall make sure everyone understands what discipline stands for!"

"What is power worth when you have to harm those who never want to fight?!" Brief shouted back, Gun Roses appearing behind him.

"Without sacrifices, no one deserves power. I've made one for the two of us, Briefers. Right now, you can either try to fight a losing battle, or welcome the power I worked so hard for us to achieve!"

"Derya!"

Gun Roses did the talking by trying to punch Boxers, whose own Stand formed a tight wall that halted the large green humanoid's fist, "If what you really gave me is power, I won't use it for you, Boxers Rock."

"Impertinent child! Blue Oyster Cult!" Boxers' Stand flew forward, blasting back Gun Roses and charging at Brief. In a split second, Gun Roses put up his fists and started throwing punches at lightning speeds, his arms becoming a blur as they rained a storm of strikes at the oysters, "Futile! Briefers! I thought you were better than that! If you won't use your power for the one who gave it to you, then for whom?! You?!"

"Derya! Derya! Deryaryaryaryaryaryaryarya!"

It was no use, all he could hear was Gun Roses' battle cry while his Stand tried to get to his son. Seeing that neither were budging an inch, Boxers made his Stand retreat… only to find that instead of his son and his Stand there was a pillar that had been half-eaten by his oysters. Not only that, but Gun Roses continued to shout loudly, and it sounded… closer…

"They dug through a thick floor of pure marble?!" he shouted, looking down at his feet where a crack had formed.

"Deryarya!"

Brief grinned as Gun Roses' fist connected with Boxers' chin while he and his Stand emerged from the ground. The older redhead spat some blood as his cheek was cut with his teeth. He grit his teeth as his son had his Stand continue its assault. Punches and punches just came one after another, crushing bone and smashing into flesh. With one loud, final cry, Gun Roses sent Boxers flying and crashing into his desk.

Once the large ebony piece of furniture broke, Brief allowed himself to breathe, "Sorry you three, but this meeting is over."

The creepy man behind his father's desk grinned, "Oh, I believe otherwise, young Briefers. Truly, Boxers, you were right when saying he had it in him."

Said businessman grunted in acknowledgement, "To think he'd come up with such a simple idea and execute it so well, I guess he is fit to succeed me."

"It seems we chose our future husband well, Miss Kneesocks."

"We shall teach him good manners, dear sister."

Brief spat on the ground, "Sorry, but I don't plan to cash in just yet… Briefers Rock, listen well to me. I will hunt every Ghost in this world and destroy them, and then we'll finish this. I shall make you pay for your crimes by destroying every foul monster you plan on using, and when there's no one left but you four, I shall show you what power really is for!"

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Bold words, and he planned to keep his promise.

Idly he toyed with a lighter in his hand, something his father had gotten him for a birthday present. Despite being a callous bastard, the man had good taste in presents, as along with the titanium plated lighter with a gold finish, he sent Briefs a box of high class Cuban cigars. If those didn't strike his fancy some of the most expensive cigarettes in the world with a life time subscription to them would do.

Smoking was something he did sparingly, but when pressed as this day seemed to be going with Barby's attempts to undermine his studies, he had little choice but to light up. He went outside from the school, going into the parking lot before he lit one of his cigarettes. The soothing smoke went through his mouth and out his nose as he exhaled in a manner that prevented any smoke from entering his lungs.

This was something his dad had taught him, the man at least caring enough about his son to teach him this trick. Using the muscles of his mouth and neck, he had learned how to shut his wind pipes muscle, making his mouth into something of an air pocket to trap the smoke inside. When it blew out of his nose, he only had the pleasant burn of the smoke exiting with virtually no smoke entering his lungs.

He smoked quietly while break was going on, a small bee crawled over his hand then buzzed off without doing anything, the smoke making it peaceful as well. His eyes followed its path then narrowed slightly when he saw it was a Ghost bee. Just before it left his field of vision, it was trapped between Gun Roses' thumb and index finger, and softly put on a nearby flower.

"Seems we've got ourselves a queen bee somewhere in this school... I may have to rethink the whole killing all Ghosts…" Exhaling more smoke, the teenager puffed at his cigarette until it was completely done, then dropped the stub onto the ground and put it out with a grunt. "Well, better get back to classes. I'll catch literal hell from my fiancées if I'm not perfectly following their rrrruuuru's."

"Wait there, punk." The entire football team growled at him, "You not only disrespected our queen but also dared to mock the two angels of this school. Bub, you're in for a bad time."

Brief decided to be blunt, again, "Excuse me if I don't seem intimidated by a pack of flunkies that may as well be monkeys working for bananas." He sighed tiredly, "It's your choice, though. You guys can either let me pass and we'll act like this never happened while Barby, Panty and Stocking keep using you like expendable toys… Or you get to know why I don't even consider you worth the trouble."

"Who do you think you are?! You, a random punk that just entered this school and looks down on others?! You're nothing but a fool! This school is ruled by those who have connections, talent, or true charisma! You, who just stepped in and dared to look at our queen and angels in the eye and talk back like you already owned the place, are the kind of fool we take delight in showing the cruel reality of these halls!"

"Men!" another jock said, all of them standing straight, "Crush Formation!"

In a single instant, every single jock surrounded Brief with murder in their eyes, making him chuckle, "Ok, I will take a few things back. You did have passion behind that speech. However, you forgot two important things. One, calling someone a fool when you're even more of a fool for following some status quo makes you even more foolish. And two, in a fight you should always try to know who you're up against."

"Men! Crush Tackle!" all jocks threw themselves at Brief, trying to dogpile him to start beating him up.

"What a pain…" Brief sighed, Gun Roses materializing around him, "Gun Roses, there's two minutes before we get to classes, let's end this quickly."

Faster than you could say, "Deryaryaryaryaryaryaryaryarya!" every single football player sported a large fist imprinted on their faces and chests, flying back and landing as unconscious heaps.

Brief took a moment to slick his hair back, "You can keep acting like you're knights or guards of whatever pretty girl you admire, but you should do it for the right reasons."

As soon as he was in the hall and had the door to his classroom within reach, there was another distraction.

"My, my, to think there'd be one like you here…" the smarmy tone couldn't be mistaken, it was Barby. Surprisingly, she was alone, "Smoking on school grounds? What would your fiancées say?"

"Really?" he asked flatly, "You're going to try to blackmail me with that? If so, go on. Oddly enough, those two don't really care about my bad habits so long as they follow their rrrrrrurru's."

Barby's smile fell quickly, "You really love thinking you're smarter than you are, don't you?"

"I've had my fair share of bad experiences thanks to my fiancées, you're the least of my troubles, Queen Bee." He calmly moved towards his classroom, but Gun Roses emerged at his side, "Though if you try to give me a reason to fight, you'd be making my job easier."

She sneered at him, "So you're the self-proclaimed Ghost hunter. Lady Scanty and Lady Kneesocks spoke much about you, and how happy they'd be to get to see you again."

"What do you want me to do, take you on a pity date?" he tiredly asked, "Far as I'm concerned, I'd rather go to classes than deal with you and more of your flunkies."

"I came here with a proposition." She admitted, making him stop.

"What? Sending your goons to attack me was part of the deal or are you desperate?" he was actually confused, which Barby took as her cue to cross her arms under her sizeable breasts, pushing them up to get his attention. Sadly for her, Scanty's were bigger, "Nice try, just answer the question."

"Those two angel bitches are ruining this school!" she all but shouted, "You've seen them, right?! Before they arrived, I may have been the Queen Bee this school deserved, I even made sure everyone followed the rrruuu- I mean, the rules! Everyone was still free to do as they pleased… with the exception of my most loyal subjects, though."

Hearing her admit the last part piqued his interest, "And you want Panty and Stocking out because one's sleeping with every walking set of male genitalia and the other couldn't care less about rules."

She nodded her head so hard her crown almost fell off, "More like one of them is a walking set of STDs and the other's attitude is making students lower their grades as they try to cater to her tastes! Every male is lowering this school's standards by being Panty's sex toy or Stocking's chef/servant! Even worse, girls follow them as role models! I at least made the cheerleader team work hard to get where they are!"

He shrugged, "They still sound like the lesser of two evils given that you're mind controlling the student body." She raised a finger with her mouth open, but quickly lowered it and closed her mouth shut, making him sigh, "And yet you still want my help…"

She put a genuine pleading puppy look, "I'm desperate enough to beg a Ghost hunter for help!" she got down on her knees, "I could try to fight them, but they wouldn't care whether they harm my troops or not! Please, I have a hive to look after! And my baby bee heard you speak about rethinking the whole kill all Ghosts thing!"

"And then you sent your goons after me." He said in a dead tone.

She tilted her head to the side, "I did what?"

He paused, "Dammit, then those guys were really that stupidly blind to being used…"

"Anyway…" she continued, still kneeling, "Help me kick out those two angels before they make this school an endless orgy of depravation and gluttony!"

Brief scratched his head, "What's the world come to when angels are lust and gluttony incarnate and demons and evil ghosts want order…?" he then looked at her, expression stern and voice ice cold, "You're still the one more likely being responsible for the missing students, though. Not to mention, me rethinking whether or not to hunt you down comes from whether or not I can find some relation to Ghosts in this city to something."

"Please, all I ever wanted was to be popular… and complete control over my subjects, but I just wanted to be a popular girl!" she was bawling on his feet.

Even if she were a ghost, worked for sadistic demons, and was more than likely tricking him, Brief as a man still had a weakness for girls crying, "Please don't get my shoes wet." That is, for normal girls.

Barby stood up, wiping out the fake tears, "Ugh, fine. What'll it take me to get you to realize those two are the greater evil? If you want information about your fiancées or your father, I can-"

"You're like a bad cliché." He said firmly, "Walking over everyone, ruining the life of those who you dislike… There's a reason I really dislike Ghosts: you just really like to think you're above consequences."

He finally sighed, looking up at the sky and longing more than ever to get another smoke in due to the headache he was feeling at the moment. He turned back to Barby and nodded at her, Gun Roses appearing behind him as a warning. The girl did tremble but stood her ground, preparing herself for the worst but hoping for the best…

"Alright, you're right about one thing, those angels are a pain in the ass and they're definitely messing up the school as it is… So I'll be honest with you right now, stop screwing around and act like a real queen, rule like one too, and I'll help you since having some order is better than being a bunch of degenerate perverts. If you pull the Queen Bee shit again or mess with people, I'll know and I'll be pissed off. Deal?"

He held out his hand, Barby grabbing it with a serious look. "Deal. I don't give my word for just anybody, but I'll do it since you're at least a man after my heart and one with principles too! So, let's get along then Brief."

She was about to hug him but he placed a hand on her head, Gun Roses quickly catching a bee Ghost at his side, "Don't think I'm lowering my guard just because. Kicking those two angels out isn't my priority, what I am after is to make sure they, you, and my fiancées don't mess this school. But if any of you gives me a reason to fight back…" he had his Stand crush the small Ghost to make his point.

After gulping, she nodded and fully, honestly agreed to his terms. He turned to leave and she watched him walk away with a faint blush on her face and a sneer, "Tch, Lady Scanty and Lady Kneesocks sure know how to pick them tough… But to have me agree on his terms even if I tried to backstab him shows what kind of man he is… This may be really fun."

Brief just decided to confront the angel girls, and found the classroom covered in posters of them, Barby merchandise on the garbage, and new merchandise of the two girls being sold like candy to a hungry child. And there they were, in a class about sex education, though he knew Panty wouldn't pay it much mind either way. Stocking was in her seat eating ice cream while her sister pondered who to screw next.

"Ah, finally decided to ditch those fiancées of yours?" the blonde asked.

"Still not interested." He said calmly while taking his seat, "I'm just here to warn you two, though. The more you continue to act without thinking twice, the more trouble you'll get yourselves in."

"What, are you trying to play gangster?" Stocking asked over her frozen dairy.

"I've just met someone who's not fond of you two. I just decided to at least give you a heads up. The less of a mess you guys make, the better." He leaned back on his seat while the teacher rambled, "Then again, with the way most people in this school act, it's almost like they don't even know what to think unless someone puts a leash on them or gives them an example to imitate."

"That's school for ya, I couldn't have left it sooner." Panty grumbled to herself.

Brief had the perfect chance for a cheap shot, so he used it, "It really shows."

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Some time had passed and Barby did keep her end of the bargain, students around her seemed to be more at ease. The cheerleader team trained harder than ever to get some lost popularity back. The jocks acted like they should, with a will of their own. Even some of the unpopular students were surprised that the Queen Bee stopped being condescending to them. Of course, Brief made sure she didn't try any funny stuff.

Panty and Stocking on the other hand…

"What the shitting bullshit?" the blonde asked when she and her sister arrived to school one day.

Brief stopped beside them, still clad in his green Japanese uniform, a scowl on his face, "That kind of uniform…" everyone in the school had a uniform.

Boys and girls marched like they were in the military. Every inch of the school was also spotless, even the room for the janitor's supplies looked like Panty hadn't used it with half the football team. The only ones who didn't wear the uniform were the football team and the cheerleaders, mainly because they had a uniform of their own.

"I see you made it." Barby said with a smile, "I am happy to inform you three that this school has changed for the better. No longer will acts of depravation be allowed here. Allow me to thank you, Brief. Thanks to your efforts, I've managed to regain some of my lost popularity. I feel like a queen reborn. Now I have even more subjects who love me as a compassionate ruler. So…"

"You expect me to keep my end of the bargain." He concluded, "I never said I'd help you kick these two out. I will help you stop them from being a bad influence to the school, though."

Just then, things went dark, only two spotlights shining to show two very familiar figures.

"What better way to stop bad influences than discipline, right, dear sister?"

"Indeed, Miss Kneesocks. After all, rrrurru's were meant to stop those who abuse their freedom."

Brief inhaled deeply before breathing out a tired sigh, "You two really like to complicate things, don't you?"

"Hey, who're the two skanks?" Stocking asked.

"They're Scanty and Kneesocks… the girl's I'm engaged to." The redhead replied, Gun Roses appearing at his side, "You two usually come to either monologue or fight, so what's it going to be?"

"My, my, blunt as ever, darling!" Scanty nearly sang, "If you must know, we heard from Barby how you want to bring some discipline to stop those two angel hussies from spreading their sick ways around."

"We are also pleased to hear you regarded us as highly as to say we are proper ladies, and we're more than flattered you'd stay loyal to use despite the blonde one's advances." Kneesocks' face glowed red.

"Miss Kneesocks, you're blushing quite a lot."

"S-Sorry, sister, my emotions got the best of me."

"Monologue it is, then." Brief muttered to himself, "What do you two even want?"

The two jumped and quickly grabbed a hold of each of his arms, Kneesocks on the right rubbing her cheek on his shoulder and Scanty on his left pressing herself all over his back, especially her chest.

"To spend some quality time with you!" they said in unison, making him put a face like he had licked a lemon.

In the end, though, he sighed and walked forward, Gun Roses right behind him with its arms crossed, "Fine, I got nothing better to do… However…" it had been an instant, but the twins' eyes glowed with malice as they locked with his, which shone with power, "Let's avoid any funny tricks."

"A pleasure, darling." Scanty purred.

"As you wish, honey." Kneesocks added.

Off to the side, Barby hugged her body, suppressing a shiver, "That urge to fight is so cold it made the air freeze around them… So this is the kind of man two Demon commanders chose as their husband."

Panty and Stocking for their part didn't hear her. They just turned to each other and shrugged.

After all, Brief was bizarre already, how much weirder could things be around him?

Oh, they had no idea.

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And that's my rap!

This may be the one Jojo crossover I may do more than one chapter for. I want to explore this idea since I made Brief's dad a basic Jojo villain, cruel and fabulous. Also, I do want to show why Brief at least tolerates the devil sisters while he greatly loathes his father.

And yes, Brief's Stand's name comes from the band Guns 'N Roses, but I decided to call it Gun Roses just because it sounded cooler in my mind.

Speaking of Stands, here are the stats:

-Gun Roses

Power: High speed growth of any material, be it organic or inorganic for both healing and defense, and sharp claws capable of cutting through steel.

Strength: Easily capable of lifting up to seven tons.

Speed: Beyond 300 miles per hour.

Precision: Comparable to Star Platinum's.

Range: 6 feet.

-Blue Oyster Cult

Power: The ability to "devour" literally anything.

Strength: The entire swarm can work as one to lift up to ten tons.

Speed: Each one moves around 200 miles per hour.

Precision: They don't need it.

Range: Fifty yards.

Swordslinger out!