Figured I'd come back to this one and give it a bit of tweaking here and there, iron out some mistakes and such.

As I've said before, I've seen a few crossovers where people suddenly gain Stands, 'He Who Inherits The World' being a prime example, however most of these tend to be set during the Canon series and, for the most part, follow the canon story-arc.

With this work, I went for an 'Alternate Universe' based off the one Shippuden ending where the Naruto cast were all High-Schoolers, with Naruto being the stereotypical 'Yankee' Badass Transfer Student. This world is set in the 'JoJo-verse', and is set some time after Season 4 'Diamond is Unbreakable' but before Season 5 'Auro Vento/Golden Wind) of JoJo's Bizarre Adventure.

For those of you unfamiliar with JoJo's Bizarre Adventure, Watch Antfish's Abridged series for a (hilarious) summary of Season 3, Stardust Crusaders, or better yet, look the series up online, it's well worth the read, and believe it or not was the inspiration for Shaman King and quite possibly the Persona series.

True, I've no actual basis to back this claim up, but considering Season 3 (Stardust Crusaders), which introduced the concept of Stands, was first released in 1989, and the Persona Series wasn't released until 1996, I think it's a safe assumption to make. And if not, who cares? They're both are brilliant series that have cultivated their own respective fan-bases.

As such, please do not confuse this for a Persona Crossover. I've only ever played Persona 3, and while I admit it was a good game in the SMT library, it has had little to no influence on the plot of this fic.

So without further ado, lets get this show on the road!

Naruto no Kimyōna Bōken

Shippuden

Chapter 1: Welcome to Konoha.

Konoha, a small, unremarkable town with an exceptionally well-known hospital. Many aspiring medical pioneers venture here each year in search of new, more efficient methods of saving peoples lives. It is also the home of one of the most highly valued nature reserves, a massive forest which lies to the back of the back of the city, carefully walled off to prevent any damage to the local Flora & Fauna.

Many people would question the sense in leaving such prime potential real estate unused, but the government had found little way to purchase it, since it was all owned by a highly respected group of individuals within the city itself, and they'd be damned if they were selling it. In fact, the last government lackey sent to offer them a deal returned with his briefcase around his neck and several important files shoved in a very uncomfortable place.

As mentioned, being a hothouse for medical entrepreneurs, most of the city makes good use of the influx of medical students by selling, and purchasing, necessary goods, such as pharmaceuticals, vehicles, and the like.

The city is divided into four areas, and each has their own points of interest. North Konoha, inhabited by the so-called upper class, boasts the finest schools and connections, most of the families having their hands in various parts of the city. South Konoha has the medical university, which most aspiring doctors' aim towards. West Konoha, otherwise known as the 'tourist trap' is the location of the shopping arcades and various malls which keep the youth's happy and preoccupied.

And as for East Konoha? Well, that's where our story begins.

East Konoha...

Nara Shikamaru sighed as he slumped against the window frame of the old abandoned warehouse, looking up at the sky lethargically.

"Man, those clouds got it lucky," he muttered, eyeing the fluffy white shapes float past, "No school, no parents, no damn responsibilities." He sighed again as the sounds of violence below picked up, cries of pain and sickening crunches echoing within the rusted walls of the structure. Taking a peek at his watch, he raised an eyebrow.

"Mendokuse…" he tapped his knuckle against the wall, before looking down at the chaos below, "Oi…we keep this up and we're gonna be late."

A shriek of pain heralded a Yakuza member falling to the ground holding his bleeding nuts, a panting blonde twirling the steel pipe having done the deed.

"Yare-yare-tebayo," said blonde muttered, wiping sweat and blood out of his eyes with his free hand, "You'd think these bastards would learn not to do this shit here." He smirked and kicked the prone yakuza in the side, earning a whimper of pain, "I catch you dealing drugs in this neighborhood again I'll bust the other one, y'hear?" He asked, earning another whimper from the man, "Glad we understand each other."

And with that, he kicked the thug in the head, sending him into the blissful waters of unconsciousness.

"You really oughta lay off the gangs y'know?" Shikamaru warned his blonde compatriot, "Keep this up and you'll have a bounty on your head." A tap on his shoulder caused him to turn to the third member of their party, a large teen who was stuffing a handful of potato chips in his mouth.

"Too late for that." a voice called out, the Nara turning his head to find his best friend, Akimichi Chouji, munching on a rice ball as he flicked through a mobile phone he'd no-doubt swiped from another thug "The guy in the corner had orders to take him out, no pictures though."

"Terrific," Shikamaru moaned, covering his face in exasperation, "Not even out of high school and already the gangs are after you." He glared over at his blonde compatriot, who was going through the wallets of the unconscious thugs, "Oi, you hearing me, Naruto?"

The tall blonde stood up, turning his sunlight yellow hair to his friends and smirked, a childish 'what me worry' expression that was the bane of many an instructor's existence.

"So we're famous?" he asked, counting his plunder gleefully, "Cool!"

Shikamaru sighed and reached into his pocket for the packet of aspirin he always carried with him, Chouji patting him sympathetically on the shoulder.

Elsewhere...

A bowl haired youth finished gargling out his mouth, checked his teeth one last time before bolting out of the bathroom. Pulling on a uniform shirt over his vest, he grabbed a book bag and dashed through the kitchen. "Gai-sensei! I'll see you at school!" he yelled, grabbing an energy drink from the counter on his way out.

The youth's name is Rock Lee, a senior at East Konoha Gakuen. Due to his parent's untimely deaths, he was currently living with his foster father, Maito Gai, the gym teacher at his High School and owner of a private dojo. His grades were standard and with the exception of his looks, and his habit of always wearing his green tracksuit, he didn't really stand out in class academically. However, his open personality and respectful attitude made him popular with the staff, and his position as the star of the school track and Karate teams almost guaranteed him a scholarship upon graduation.

Finishing off his drink with a sigh before tossing it into a nearby trashcan with the ease of long practice, the bowl-cut teen was about to resume his leisurely jog when he glanced down at his watch, eyes widening in alarm at just how late he was, only to stumble as the earth trembled.

"I'M LATE!" a voice yelled, Lee looking up in surprise even as civilians leapt for cover, the teen's eyes widening as a blonde blur rushed past him, almost toppling him over were it not for his quick reflexes.

"Naruto-Kun? Shikamaru-kun? Chouji-Kun" he wondered, recognizing the younger trio despite the impressive speeds they were moving at, his eyes widening as he spotted the blonde's wallet lying on the ground "Ah! Naruto-kun!" he called out, scooping the wallet up in his free hand "Hold up!"

That was the last thing people around him heard before the teen tore down the street like a bat out of hell, leaving a veritable dust cloud in his wake.

With Naruto...

"God dammit Shikamaru!" Naruto yelled, his knees and elbows working like pistons as he tried to set a new land-speed record for getting to school on time from the other side of town "Why the hell didn't you tell me we were so late!"

Shikamaru refused to answer, since he was focusing all his power into getting to the school gate before it shut, though he did shoot a few mental barbs at his thickheaded friend. Behind the two, the massive frame of Akimichi Chouji lumbered along, attempting to keep up with his smaller friends.

"Naruto-kun!" a voice called out, a flash of green passing the panting Nara, who blinked at the sudden arrival of Rock Lee, the track star appearing at Naruto's Elbow, keeping pace with the blonde quite easily much to Shikamaru's disbelief.

"Lee-senpai?" Naruto wondered, the blonde hellion blinking at the sight of the older teen, though he didn't slow down for a second "You late too? What happened, you spend too long warming up this morning?"

"I got a little carried away, yes." Lee admitted, not even looking winded as he matched the younger teen's ridiculous pace with ease that would have made Shikamaru roll his eyes in disgust if it weren't such a bother "But that isn't important." he continued, holding up the blonde's wallet "You dropped this when you bumped into me!"

"OH crap!" Naruto yelped, grabbing the wallet as he leapt over a fire hydrant "Thank's senpai, my lunch money's in there!" He turned the corner to face the school, only for his eyes to bulge out of their sockets, "SHIT! The gate's shutting!"

Sure enough, the heavy iron gate was rolling shut, a rather bored looking silver-haired teacher pushing it along, though if you looked close enough you'd see the sick gleam in his eyes as he espied the tardy students.

"Aw Shit! Mizuki's at the gate!" Naruto swore, the group somehow managing to move up a gear in their desperation to clear the gate, only for the man to deliberately speed up, his smirk growing all the while "Dammit, he's gonna shut us out on purpose!"

With Mizuki...

Mizuki grinned to himself as he espied the stragglers desperately trying to clear the gate. Being a teacher at a low level school like this had few perks, but being a complete ass with your authority was one of them. Even Naruto, the number one delinquent of the area, couldn't do anything if he was locked out, and if there was one thing the silver haired prick loved, it was lording his authority over those who had no chance of doing anything about it.

Just as he was reveling at the idea of having the so called 'Hurricane King' at his mercy, something rolled between the gates, causing the sadistic instructor to pause briefly in his surprise.

'Wha-LEE?'

Sure enough, Rock Lee, in a mad burst of speed, had somehow managed to dive through the narrowing gap in the barricade and, with the ease of long practice, perform a perfect forward roll, allowing him to land without much harm.

'So one of the little brats made it.' Mizuki muttered, his mocking grin returning as he eyed the stragglers 'That doesn't mean the others will!'

With that said, he pushed on the gate, determined to shut the little horrors out and lord it over them for the rest of the week, only to choke as the gate came to an abrupt halt, causing him to slam into the edge gut first, driving all the wind out of his lungs.

'What the hell-?' the instructor gasped, holding his gut as he collapsed onto his knees, his eyes widening as they landed on the hand-brake for the gate, which had apparently moved into position, thus preventing the gate from moving 'When did...how did that-?'

"SAFE!" a jubilant voice called out, Mizuki raising his head from the treacherous brake to see that Naruto had made it through, the the blond hooligan's fists raised in the air as he crouched on the ground like a Striker that had just scored the winning goal "We made it! No detention!"

"Mendokuse…" Shikamaru gasped, the lazy good-for-nothing, as Mizuki liked to think of him, standing doubled over nearby, his hands gripping his knees to steady them as he tried to catch his breath "That was WAY too close."

"Tell me about it..." Chouji wheezed, the porker, as Mizuki so eloquently put it, lying on the ground like a beached whale, gasping for breath as he gazed at the sky "Man…I hate running..." He complained between gasps "it always makes me hungry."

"Breathing makes you hungry!" Naruto teased, a sentiment that Mizuki agreed with all too well, the blonde turning his attention over to Lee as the older teen got to his feet at last "You okay senpai? That was a pretty boss stunt you pulled back there!"

"I'm fine, Naruto-Kun." Lee assured the teen, Mizuki glaring spitefully at the track star as he dusted off his uniform, looking none the worse for his tumble "But Naruto-kun, won't you get in trouble for wearing that coat?"

Naruto blinked, before looking down at the unbuttoned School uniform coat. It was in an old style one, designed to represent some outdated military tradition, and so swept down to the ankles, however the sleeves had been rolled up, and the blonde preferred to leave the buttons undone, even in the rain.

"Meh, I get enough crap for wearing a headband." he muttered, tapping the aforementioned piece of cloth with a smirk "And there ain't no-one gonna separate me from this!"

"Hey tough-guy." Shikamaru called out, the Nara having already gone ahead with a still recovering Chouji while the other two were chatting "Hurry up or you're bailing your own ass outta the fire."

Naruto yelped and dashed to catch up with his classmates, waving over his shoulder at Lee as he went. "See you at the dojo senpai!" he called out, before disappearing into the school doors, leaving Lee standing with Mizuki, who glared after the blonde even as he held his bruised chest.

"Do you need some assistance, Mizuki-sensei?" Lee called out, the track star kneeling next to him, looking concerned "Shall I take you to the nurses office?"

Mizuki feebly nodded a yes, allowing the track star to pull him to his feet and help him hobble to the infirmary, wincing every time one of his abused ribs popped from the movement.

So caught up was he with his own pain, that he failed to notice when a bandage unraveled itself from the brake handle, retreating back up Lee's sleeve like a serpent.

Later...

Umino Iruka was, by all accounts, a fairly decent man.

He lived alone in a bachelor apartment, was openly friendly and got along with just about everyone. He helped out around the apartment block, was willing to lend an ear towards some of his more unfortunate students, and even managed to put up with the random acts of violence people had come to expect in the east side.

However, if there ever was a bane to Iruka's nigh-saintly patience, it was the blonde haired youth sleeping with his feet up on the desk in the back row.

"NARUTO!" the long-suffering educator roared, rearing back and hurling a chalk duster at the teen, sending him sprawling off his chair with a yelp amidst the raucous laughter of the class "PAY ATTENTION IN CLASS!"

"Friggen' OW…" Naruto swore, spitting out chalk dust as he rubbed his forehead where the eraser had hit, glaring sleepily at Iruka with one eye shut "I thought it was against school rules for Teachers to lay a hand on their students?"

"Maybe if you actually LEARNED something you could call yourself a student." Iruka muttered, earning a snicker from the surrounding classmates, "Besides, I never touched you with my hands. Now take your seat and pay attention, this WILL be on the exam."

Naruto sighed and took his seat, ignoring the snickers from his peers as he listened half-heartedly to Iruka's lecture.

It wasn't that he had something against the man; if anything he and Iruka were the best of friends, seeing as the man went out of his way to keep an eye on the blonde since his parents passed away when he was only a year old, presumably due to the many, many gang wars that erupted from time to time on the east side whenever members of the numerous Yakuza gangs that frequented the area looked at each other funny.

Since nobody had come forward to claim Naruto, Iruka, who had lived just down the hall and was on good terms with the boys parents, had opted to care for the boy, the two of them living together quite happily until he hit his teens, after which their relationship became decidedly more rocky.

It wasn't that Naruto hated Iruka. Far from it, even before his parent's death the man had been like an older brother to him. He'd never struck him or hit him, well, no more than often, and even as a child Naruto knew he'd done something to deserve the occasional bop across the bonce.

No, the reason things had gotten rocky between the two was because the fact that raising a child was expensive, and after becoming old enough to realize just how expensive it was, Naruto refused to have Iruka, who was living on a teacher's salary, pressure himself anymore when the blonde could beat down street-punks for cash, something Iruka frowned upon heavily, as he didn't want Naruto growing up into the same kind of scum that had killed his parents.

Naruto really didn't see what the problem was. Sure, he knew he was the furthest thing from a saint, he'd sent enough people to the hospital to prove that, but all of them had been the kind of scum that would beat up old ladies for their dentures or try to get grade-schoolers to buy drugs even the most crazed addict would steer clear from, if only because they knew the assholes didn't know how to make it properly.

Sure he'd gotten hurt a few times, make that a LOT of times, but the experience had made him tougher, smarter, and more resourceful than any amount of book-earning could ever hope to accomplish. It also served the added bonus of cleaning up the streets of the east side of what few stragglers remained following the recent reforms the Police Department were enforcing.

Still, for all Iruka's nagging and Naruto's trash talk, the two cared for each other in a manner similar to father and son, though it would take a trained interrogation specialist to get Naruto to admit this out loud. He had a reputation to maintain after all.

"Na-Ru-To..." Iruka's voice called out, snapping the Blonde's attention back to the teacher, only to sweat-drop at the look on the man's face, his features twitching with irritation as a vein twitching madly over his eye, "Care to repeat what I just said?"

"Uh..." Naruto stammered, having missed every word of Iruka's explanation during his walk down memory lane, the blonde struggling to think of a way out if this mess without being yelled at only to sag with relief as the bell to sounded, announcing the arrival of lunch. "Catch ya later Sensei!" he yelled, leaping from his seat and making a mad dash for the door, almost bumping into Chouji as the larger teen somehow crossed the distance between his desk and the door even faster than the blonde in his desire to chow down.

"NARUTO!" Iruka roared, the rest of his class choosing to quietly sneak out behind him as he followed the pair out into the hallway, steam seething from his head as he glared after them in annoyance "GET BACK HERE!"

"Problems in paradise?" a voice called out, Iruka turning with a frown to spot the amused features of Mitarashi Anko, the girls' P.E instructor as she sidled up beside him, drawing admiring looks from the male, and some female, students thanks to her figure "Lemme guess, everyone's favorite blonde hell-raiser strikes again?"

"He's not that bad." Iruka sighed, shrugging his shoulders helplessly even as he massaged the bridge of his nose to suppress the now-routine headache that seemed to follow in the wake of anything Naruto did "I just wish he'd calm down a little and focus on his schoolwork instead of messing around."

"Messing around?" Anko snorted, learning against the wall with her arms crossed beneath her breasts "Is that what they call having a rap sheet a mile long for fighting with various known members of the local gangs?" She smirked at Iruka's flinch "Still, it's not like he didn't learn it from somewhere, Right,

"You really shouldn't be going through the personnel files, Anko-san." Iruka muttered, unable to help chuckling slightly as he scratched the scar across his nose, a memento from his own tussles with gangsters in his youth "They're private for a reason you know."

"Please, we've know each other since we were kids, I didn't have to read SHIT." Anko countered, smirking at her scarred colleague "And how many times I gotta tell you to drop the 'San'? It makes me sound old."

"I can't help that I was brought up with manners." Iruka countered, grunting slightly as she punched him in the arm "And it's BECAUSE I know what the gangs are like that I want Naruto to calm down." he muttered, making for the staff room "So far he's limited himself to small-fry, but those small fry work for someone, and at this rate he's going to end up making a name for himself as a trouble maker."

"Like father like son I guess." Anko mused, earning an embarrassed look from Iruka before he made his way towards the staff-room, the P.E Instructor shaking her head in amusement as she made to follow him "Still, it's a bit late for worries, after all, at this stage I doubt there's anyone who HASN'T heard of the 'Hurricane King'...'"

East Konoha Gakuen Roof...

"Man, Iruka-Sensei really needs to get laid." Naruto muttered, popping a hole in the bottom of a can of soda with his pen-knife, before opening the top and downing the contents, hurling the empty can off the school roof with a belch "I mean seriously, it's probably why he's so damn uptight all the time."

"You think that's uptight you should see my mom" Shikamaru muttered between bites of his sandwich "She's always on my case, never cuts me any slack no matter what I do, and if my grades drop by one point…" he shivered at the memory "Mendokuse."

"You shouldn't rag on your mom like that." Naruto chastised, a shadow flitting briefly across his features as he eyed the reclining Nara pointedly "You're lucky to have her."

Shikamaru said nothing, but turned his gaze heavenward, resuming his cloud watching from where he'd left off, ignoring the sound of Chouji put away a soba-bread in two bites, the larger teen opening a packet of melon bread before he'd finished swallowing.

"How in the hell can you eat so much of that stuff?" Naruto muttered, looking a little queasy as he watched the food disappear down his friend's throat like a black hole "I mean you're not even chewing! Don't you get sick?"

"Drop it Naruto." Shikamaru muttered, smirking to himself at the blonde's discomfort "Chouji once ate an entire shelf of sweets for a bet. You know better than anyone that when it comes to food, there's no stopping him."

'Tell me about it...' the blonde muttered, sweatdropping as he recalled the one time he'd gotten into a fight with the teen at the local Yakiniku restaurant over the last piece of meat 'Took me a week to recover from that one...' he muttered, shaking his head as Chouji downed the melon bread in one go.

"HEY!, Uzumaki!" a coarse voice called out, Naruto's brow twitching as his patented 'Asshole Detector' went off, the blonde hellion turning to scowl at the door to the roof, which had just opened to reveal one of the East Konoha Gakuen's other, less lovable, delinquents.

"Oshima." He muttered, eyeing the bleached punk as if he wasn't worth the time and effort it took to speak his name, which he certainly wasn't, even as said punk sauntered across the rood towards him "The hell do you want now?"

Oshima was known as one of those typical losers who was all into 'rebelling' provided he could beat the tripe out of whomever he wanted. The guy was as ugly as sin and lacked the I.Q. of a suicidal lemming, in that he never seemed to learn no matter how hard he was smacked down. Rumour had it he transferred to East Konoha high after some other guy at his old school put him in hospital.

"When ya gonna quit copying me and dye that piss colored hair of yours black?" Oshima demanded, bending over to look Naruto in the eyes whilst pointing at his own bleached locks, his lackey half-heartedly nodding behind him, "Y'think yer cool copying me, huh?"

"How many times I gotta tell you?" Naruto muttered, restraining himself from crushing the can, "This is my NATURAL color " He shot the teen a look of disgust, "And just who the hell are you accusing of copying? If I looked anything like you I'd hang myself." He turned back to his lunch, waving his hand dismissively as he downed another soda "Piss of drag queen, I'm in no mood for you."

Oshima's lackey turned an interesting shade of red as he tried to hold in his laughter, whilst Oshima himself turned an interesting shade of magenta. "Y-YOU"RE DEAD!" the punk yelled, reaching his hand into his jacket pocket, only for his face to crumple in confusion.

"Oi, Oshima," Naruto called out, a smirk on his face as he continued to chug down his soda "If you're looking for those brass knuckles you're so proud of, they're in your back pocket." he smirked as Oshima blinked and patted his back pocket, the thugs eyes widening as he felt the familiar weapon through the fabric. "You're next line will be: 'How'd you know about my brass knuckles you bastard'."

"How'd you know about my brass knuckles you bastard?" Oshima yelled, rounding on the blonde in anger, only for his mouth to gape open as Naruto' words registered across his brain "Wait, how'd you-?"

"I've fought enough yakuza grunts to recognize the marks brass knuckles leave on a persons hand." Naruto explained with a smirk, "And anyone with half a brain can tell from the stains on your shirt you've been using them recently, I doubt that's YOUR blood." He pointed at the punk's leather jacket, "Also, you normally carry them in your jacket, but you took it off to fight, since there isn't any blood on it, but once the fight was over you just put them in you back pocket."

Shikamaru snorted as he eyed the two out the corner of his eyes, recognizing Naruto's patented breakdown technique. The reason no-one had ever managed to beat the blonde in a one on one fight was because Naruto had mastered every single dirty trick in the book, and was a master of pulling the wool over some-ones eyes.

'Poor fuck's walking right into it.' He muttered, eyeing Oshima almost pityingly as Chouji moved out of the way in order to watch the proceedings from a better angle, offering a chip to Shikamaru, who accepted it, munching down as they watched the performance unfold 'Still, he was asking for it, dissing Naruto's hair like that.'

"Your next line," Naruto taunted, the blonde crushing his can and tossing it to the side as he got to his feet, pointing at the punk with a smirk "is: 'What's your point you little shit'."

"WHAT'S YOUR POINT YOU LITTLE SHIT?" Oshima yelled, lunging his fist towards the blonde's face with devastating force, Naruto's head snapping backwards as the fence behind him rattled from the impact. "Got you!" Oshima cackled, sweat dripping down his face, "That's what you get fer acting so damn cool!"

"Where the hell are you punching?" Naruto muttered, looking at the punk in disgust, completely unharmed, "You really think you can pull one over ME with that slow-ass brain of yours?" He smirked and tilted his head down, allowing a horrified Oshima to see what he'd been punching. "You weren't punching me," Naruto mocked, "You were punching the fence behind me!"

Oshima shrieked and pulled his hand back as jagged bits of metal jabbed into his hand, tearing through muscle and skin causing him to fall to the floor in a shivering mess.

"Keh, Bakayaro." Naruto snorted, smirking down at the now whimpering punk, "You still wanna piss around with me?"

Oshima scuttled away from the blonde, making a mad scramble for the door, assisted by his crony, who looked white with fear, and a little green from the sight of Oshima's hand. "I-I'll remember this-!" he half yelled, half whimpered, hobbling off to the infirmary with his injured hand clutched tightly in his other.

"Does he even listen to himself?" Shikamaru muttered, the Nara shaking his head in exasperation as the door slammed behind the drama-queen reject"Who the hell talks like that nowadays?"

"Probably watched too many Super Sentai and Kamen Rider shows as a kid." Chouji deduced, shaking a bag of crisps he'd recently emptied to search for survivors, before turning his attention to another packet, earning a snort from Naruto the blonde leaning against the fence with a sigh, looking up at the clouds with a bored expression.

'There isn't any challenge here anymore.' he thought to himself, 'Just the same old brawls with the same old gangs and dickheads that think they own the place.'

He sighed again and closed his eyes, letting the breeze rustle his golden locks.

'Where's the freaking adventure?'

Meanwhile...

Hyuuga Hiashi looked over the contract again, before nodding his head and pulling out a pen from his suit pocket. "Everything seems to be in order." He deduced, signing his name onto the piece of paper before handing it to the man across from him "I certainly expect great things from you, now that you're part of Hyuuga industries."

"But of course, Hyuuga-sama." The older man offered, bowing to the Hyuuga head, a tired yet relieved smile adorning his features "Once again, thank you for your patronage. I was beginning to think I'd have to close down the business if aid didn't come soon."

"Think nothing of it." Hiashi stated crisply as he got to his feet "I shall expect good news at the next meeting." He turned his head slightly to the girl sitting in the chair beside him, "Let's go."

The girl sat up, obviously startled at being addressed, before stuttering out a brief affirmation and getting to her feet. A young man in a school uniform, standing by the door holding the door open for the pair, his long black hair hanging down to his back as he bowed slightly.

"Your children?" the old man asked, eyeing the two carefully, earning a brief nod from the Hyuuga head as the teen escorted the girl out into the hallway, holding the door open for the elder Hyuuga.

"My eldest daughter and nephew," Hiashi responded, fixing his tie even as he nodded towards the boy, who took this as his call to go on ahead "I believe it's time they see just how the family business is run."

"Keeping it within the family." The old man nodded approvingly, glancing towards his desk, where a photo depicting his own family lay framed "If only MY offspring were as dutiful as your own."

"Would that were true for ALL progeny." Hiashi responded, before bowing respectfully and going out the door. In the hallway, he nodded to the bodyguards assembled and looked to his daughter. "I am heading back to the manor." He stated, causing her to flinch, "Are you coming or do you wish to look around?"

Hyuuga Hinata nodded, earning a sigh from her father who turned to her elder cousin. "Watch over her, Neji." He ordered, his tone brooking no arguments "I expect both of you back at the mansion before curfew."

"But of course, Hiashi-sama." Neji replied with a bow, watching as the man departed with half the bodyguards before turning to his cousin "Hinata-sama, shall we go?" he asked, his tone civil, though devoid of warmth, a fact that was not missed by Hinata, who flinched as he placed a hand on her shoulder, allowing him to lead her out the door and into the sunlight. "I don't see the reasoning in wanting to stay in a place like this." Neji muttered, eyeing the streets with a form of contempt, "It doesn't even have any decent points of interest."

"B-but…" Hinata began, stuttering nervously as she tried to avoid meeting her elder cousin's eyes, clutching her schoolbag to her chest "it's a change from s-staying in the m-manor all the t-time." she stammered, only to flinch as Neji turned to look her in the eye.

"Pitiful." he muttered, mild annoyance lining his tone even as he maintained his calm facade "Can't you even look someone in the eye without flinching? You're next in line to lead the Hyuuga family, get your act together!"

Hinata flinched, averting her eyes from her cousin's unforgiving stare, the tightening of her grip on her bag the only warning Neji and the bodyguards had before the distraught girl took off, racing down the street and out of sight before anyone could think to stop her.

"Hinata-sama" Neji called out, wondering if, just maybe, he'd pushed too hard, only to swear as the bodyguards continued to stand around like idiots "What are you waiting for?" he demanded, slapping one upside the head "Don't just stand there gawping! After her!"

East Konoha Gakuen...

"Wanna hit the arcade on the way home?" Naruto asked, book bag held over his shoulder and hand in his coat pocket as he walked out the school gate alongside Shikamaru and Chouji, classes having finished for the day.

"Can't." Shikamaru muttered, sighing as he slouched along like he was half-asleep "My mom's expecting me back at the shop, if I'm late by so much as a second she'll start nagging again." He sighed and shook his head "Mendokuse…why do I have to do this?"

"Me too." Chouji muttered between bites of BBQ flavor crisps, patting the lazy teen on the shoulder comfortingly, knowing how bad Mrs. Nara could be when it came to Shikamaru's procrastinating "Dad's expecting me to help out at the store."

"Man, if they weren't your parents I'd say you guys were whipped!" Naruto cackled, grinning like a fox as he dodged the lazy swipe Shikamaru took at him, though he needn't have bothered, as the Nara didn't really put much effort into it "Too slow! You'll never catch-oomph!"

Shikamaru blinked, actually straightening somewhat as a blue-haired blur rammed into Naruto, sending the blonde sprawling across the sidewalk in a tangle of limbs and curses "A truck would have been more satisfying." he remarked snidely, before turning to get a better look at whatever had run Naruto over, knowing that he'd have to step in to keep the poor sucker from being beaten to a pulp, only to quirk a brow at the sight of the girl currently straddling his friend's lap.

'Whoa, that's a rare beauty there.' he muttered, taking in her long black hair and the pearl-white skin, a faint blush adorning his features as he averted his eyes from her shapely hips, evident from her skirt, and ample bosom, which was oh so apparent despite the best efforts of her School jersey, the Nara's eyes narrowing as he espied the crest adorning her collar 'Wait a minute, isn't that a North Konoha Gakuen uniform? What's an uptown girl doing here?"

Naruto's POV...

"Friggin' OW-!" Naruto hissed, the blonde trying to push himself up of the ground, only to find himself incapable of moving as a result of someone sitting on him, something the blonde intended to rectify all too soon the moment he could see straight "Alright, who the…hell?" he trailed off as he realised two things.

One: His assaulted was a Girl. And as much as Naruto admitted to being a punk, even reveled in it, even HE drew the line at hitting girls unless they hit first.

Two: This girl was quite possibly the cutest he'd ever seen.

Blue eyes gazed into pearl white, seconds seemingly giving way to minutes, Naruto was even willing to bet he heard that stereotypical 'first meeting' music that most anime reserved for moments like this playing in the background, only to blink as he realised it was coming from the girl's bag, reality snapping back as the two of them blushed, the full extent of the compromising situation they were currently in finally dawning in their minds.

"I...I'M SO SORRY!" the girl stammered, scrambling to her feet in a hurry, dusting herself down and bowing to the blonde, Naruto quickly following suit as she ducked down to scoop up her bag.

"Eh, no…my bad." Naruto muttered, the blonde scratching his head awkwardly, looking round desperately to make sure no one saw what happened, deciding it wasn't worth the effort to murder Choji, Shikamaru and that blasted cat Tora from down the street, only to blink as the girl pulled a cell-phone out of her bag, her eyes widening in alarm as she read the text message she'd received "Um…are you alright miss?"

"Hinata-sama!" an annoyed voice yelled out, Naruto looking up to see a long-haired teen in a North Konoha Gakuen Boy's School uniform racing towards them, his features, which the blonde noticed bore a marked resemblance to the girls, especially the eyes, lined with anger "Hold it right there!"

Hinata's POV...

Hinata paled at the sound of her cousin's irate voice, her earlier embarrassment replaced with fear as she cursed herself for not turning off her phone, knowing all too well that her bodyguards were more than capable of using it to keep track of her. Stammering out a quick apology to the, admittedly cute, boy she'd inadvertently run over during her escape, the Hyuuga heiress promptly hugged her bag to her chest and dashed across the street, wanting to put as much distance between her and her cousin as possibly, not out of fear for the older teen, for despite his cold words Neji had never raised a hand to her, but out of a desire to maintain this limited window of freedom she'd gained by giving him the slip.

So intent was the girl in avoiding her entourage, however, that she failed to notice the looks of alarm on her cousin's face as she raced across the street, the honking of a car's horn drawing her attention to the road, her eyes widening as she realised the lights were green, a speeding convertible racing right towards her the driver drinking from a bottle with his head back.

'I'm going to die...' she realised, her eyes closing as she braced for the inevitable impact that would end her short life 'I'm sorry...Hanabi-chan...'

Something rammed into her side, Hinata letting out a gasp as she was sent sprawling across the ground, the convertible screeching past her like a force of nature, a sickening thud followed by the sound of screeching brakes sounding behind as she lay on the ground, winded but alive.

"I'm...Alive...?" she realised, fighting down the pain in her side as she pushed herself up onto her knees, opening her eyes in time to see the driver of the convertible hop back into his car with a panicked expression, driving off despite people's attempts to stop him "en her eyes, it was to see a car careening away, people yelling at it to stop "What happened?" she wondered, looking around in confusion "How did I-?"

She trailed off as something caught her eyes, something that made her heart skip a beat and her blood run cold, both hands coming up to cover her mouth even as Neji ran up beside her, his voice distant, as if coming from the end of a tunnel.

"No…"

Shikamaru's POV...

"Mendokuse..." Shikamaru swore as he pulled himself to his feet, having been tossed aside by some muscled suit & sunglasses bodyguard "The hell's the fire?" he demanded, wincing as his body protested the rough treatment only to blink as he espied a crowd gathering nearby "There been an accident?" he wondered, pushing through the crowd using his elbows and shins to make a path, Chouji following in his wake "Yo Naruto," he called out, trying to spot the blonde hellion in the crowd "Where are you man?"

He finally reached the road, and the sight that lay before him made him stop in his tracks.

There was a massive bloodstain on the road, and tire tracks showing how the speeding car had simply tore off after the accident. Several suited heavies were handling crowd control, not letting the public get to close as someone got the license plate of the car and another called the authorities.

The girl from earlier was kneeling next to a prone form that was lying face up in the growing pool of blood, a look of hysterical fear on her face as she tried to make the victim respond.

"It can't be…" Shikamaru whispered, falling to his knees in shock, "No way…it can't be!"

The wind picked up, causing the victims bloodied, golden locks to rustle, the once bright blue eyes dull and empty as they gazed up at the sky.

"NARUTO!"

Okay, first chapter redone.

Just to be clear. I am still off the Naruto bandwagon. Until the story finishes, or Kishimoto waves some magic pixie dust to fix what's wrong with the series currently, I will most likely NEVER be back on it.

However, as this one is set in the JoJo-Verse, it can technically be counted as a JoJo fic, and so I will be re-editting it to include certain characters and events that have sprung up.

Again, for those unfamiliar with the JoJo's Bizarre Adventure Series, look it up, I guarantee you'll like, if not love it, especially all you Persona fans out there, who I once again remind that JoJo came first.

Some things I've changed this Chapter:

1. Naruto is still living with Iruka, rather than living by himself. This may have flown in Canon Konoha, where Naruto was ostracised by just about everyone from childhood, but here, it's based in the 'Real World', and kids are not allowed to live on their own for any reason.

2. Iruka used to be a punk. In canon, Iruka admits that, as a child growing up, he was a lot like Naruto, always acting the idiot in order to get attention. In this one, Iruka was a street punk who lived in the same apartment building as the Uzumaki/Namikaze family, and pulled his act together after adopting Naruto in order to set a good example. However, his 'ball-buster' days often make a reappearance, namely whenever Naruto pisses him off.

3. Anko knowing Iruka from childhood. This one may actually be canon given some of ObiTobi's (Really?) flashbacks, though I won't say anything more on the matter.

So yeah, little editing, but things still aren't looking too good for Naruto right now. Only into the first chapter and he's looking death in the eye-sockets.

I won't bother asking of the Story will continue, because you've no doubt seen the Next button below.

However, I'm currently re-opening the naming competition for Naruto's Stand. It's appearance and powers will remain the same, but the Name is certainly going to change.

Let me know what you think would be a good name in a review!