It's good to be back.

Welcome to the sequel I was sure I would never write. But with the airing of part five's animation, and inspiration from some readers, I have decided to ruin a happy ending and expand on things.

But seriously, thank you all again for the positive reception. Try to be a bit more critical this time around, if you don't mind.

Enjoy!

Chapter One:

Visions and Memories

Darkness enveloped him and the sound of screams echoed all around as a malevolent atmosphere tried to trickle its way into his mind, the raspy cold breath of the presence tickling his neck.

With a slow exhale, he denied it access as he began to focus again. Something was there. Something that wanted to be found. Something that seemed to beg for his attention.

He tried to wade through the darkness, his vision becoming somewhat clearer as he took in a slow breath. His body seemed to become a beacon of light as the area around him revealed itself, showing the dull grey of the concrete he stood on and the wall he found himself staring at. He looked up, the absence of a ceiling letting him know he was outside.

However, what was supposed to be a sky looked like a void of darkness. His breath became vapor upon hitting the suddenly chilly air, making him look around curiously.

"Don't turn around…"

A voice. No not just one, a conglomerate of voices that seemed to all be speaking at once.

"Hello?" he called out, squinting hard to try and make out anything in the darkness above "Where are you?"

"Help us…"

Just as he was about to inquire again, a loud, warped sounding scream came from behind him. He whirled around, coming face to face with what appeared to be young man who looked no older than sixteen.

Their eyes met.

Then everything went black.

Jonathan opened his eyes, the light of the sun shining down upon him nearly blinding him as he came face to face with a familiar spiked arena. He sighed as he flexed his somewhat numb fingers on his knees, his mind still foggy after his vision.

"Strange," he muttered as the sea salt lined breeze blew past his nostrils "That's the second time I've seen that young man in my visions."

Jonathan had gotten accustomed to seeing visions during his meditation sessions, but it was still bizarre at times. The warning of these visions occurring by Lisa Lisa, his second Hamon teacher, had eased his initial shock somewhat, but he found it strange that she had not experienced these visions as well. He would have to remember to ask her about it once again over his afternoon tea, which would be shortly given the position of the nearby observation towers shadow. But then again, she might not be letting him on everything on purpose as a teacher.

The blue haired gentleman let his eyes dwell to the balcony entrance of the tower, the sun not revealing much of the interior from where he was looking. But he did not need to see what lay within to feel a gaze meeting his own, causing him to nod in its direction. He felt his hand move to his chest, pressing down on his sleeveless, dark blue tank top to feel the scar across his chest. Ever since a sparring session ten years ago, Jonathan had noticed Wamuu's growing isolation, spending most of his days meditating and training, rarely venturing from his tower. During the daylight it was understandable, but Jonathan had grown to miss their philosophical discussions of honor and the like during their fight free nights.

Another matter he would settle after his cup of Earl Grey.

Jonathan leapt to his feet and began to walk around the spiked arena toward the concrete walkway that connected the small arena to the rest of Air Supplena Island, the churning waves of the sea crashing against the stone as he approached the door that lead inside his master's mansion. He twisted the gold colored knob and pushed, revealing the red carpeted interior that was currently lit by the late morning sun from the nearby windows. He made his way down the hall and neared the stairs that led to his master's chambers.

"Good afternoon, sir Jonathan."

With a smile, Jonathan nodded toward the newest butler who was currently making his way down the stairs, a covered silver dish in hand. The man looked no older than forty, given the slight presence of grey in his hair.

"Hello there, Fredrick. Is Master in her room?" He prodded, earning a nod from Fredrick.

"She is indeed, currently meditating I believe." It was then that Fredrick unveiled what lay beneath the lid of the platter, showing off a steaming cup of tea "I thought you might be done soon, so I got your tea ready ahead of time."

Pleasantly surprised, Jonathan eagerly took the piping hot cup and took a small sip, sighing dreamily afterward.

"Thank you, Fredrick, wonderful as always."

"It is no trouble, sir Jonathan." The man said with a smile, making his way down the hall opposite the buff gentleman. With another sip, Jonathan started his way up the stairs, his mind wandering to two certain men. Two certain men who had been slacking somewhat on their training.

Joseph had never been one for training, Jonathan knew, seeing the training Lisa Lisa put them through as something he had to do to live. Despite this, he did keep it up for about ten years after the fact before he found work as a real estate agent, a job placement Caesar had found amusing but left Jonathan confused. Now Joseph only came to the island twice a year to visit, bringing his lovely wife Suzie Q, his beautiful great granddaughter Holly Kujo and her son, Jotaro Kujo.

Holly was a kind, gentle soul who was always delighted to see Jonathan. Her son Jotaro, over the years, grew more distant and cold. It was odd, he had to admit, seeing the boy flat out insult his mother who just took it like a good natured joke. The boy was strong though but refused every offer Jonathan made to teach him Hamon, calling it "a waste of time".

He also found it odd how he had never met Holly's husband once, who always seemed to be away on tour as a jazz musician.

Caesar Zeppeli was more of a mystery. Like Joseph, he had kept up his training after the battle with Wamuu, quitting about ten years after Joseph did. He still kept in touch via letters, saying that he was pursuing something of interest with the Speedwagon Foundation, working as sort of an agent for them.

Speedwagon…

Jonathan had reached the top of the stairs, pausing as his eyes lowered from the shut door down the marble floor, his hand reaching up to grasp the locket dangling from a silver chain around his neck. He sighed, his eyes shut as he opened the silver locket with his free thumb.

His eyes opened once again to see the last photo he had taken with his best friend, his eternal supporter. They were standing in front of a memorial, placed exactly where the Joestar manor had burned down all those years ago.

But they were not the only two there. Standing next to them, arms wrapped around Jonathan's waist was his beautiful wife, Erina Pendleton. The thing that stung the most when he saw the photo was his smiling face. His flawless, wrinkleless face next to theirs.

He sighed through his nostrils, closing the locket along with his eyes. Now he was the only one left from that bygone age. But they were in a better place, along with his father and William Zeppeli. Maybe Dio was there too?

Lost in his thoughts, Jonathan did not realize he was already raising his hand to knock on his master's door.

"Come in, Jonathan." Lisa Lisa called to him, making him jump slightly before chuckling as he opened the door.

"No matter how many times that happens, I never get used to it Master."

She laughed as well, rising from her sitting position near the rear balcony. With the wonderous power of Hamon, Lisa Lisa had maintained a youthful appearance for quite a while, aided in her continuous practice of the art of Sendo. However, even Hamon has its limitations when it comes to aging. Her once pure black hair was now highlighted by grey, her once flawless skin now touched with wrinkles, yet her eyes retained their bright sapphire color. While it may have been rude of him to assume, he guessed Lisa Lisa was eighty-six years old.

Which made him one hundred-eighteen years old. And he currently looked like he was in his mid-fifties, with his blue hair being touched by grey and a few wrinkles on his face.

"I assume your meditation session is done?" she asked, earning a nod from the tea sipping gentleman.

"Yes, I finished not too long ago." He paused before sitting his tea on the table next to the bathtub his master had in the center of the room "And I had another vision of that young man in what appeared to be the same alleyway."

His master hummed, putting a finger to her chin as she stared out of the balcony.

"Interesting." She said idly, silent for a moment before she gestured over her shoulder "Come here, Jonathan. I need to show you something."

Obeying, the gentleman stepped past the bathtub that took center stage in Lisa Lisa's room, sitting his tea on the nearby table as he made his way over.

"Look out there, what do you see?"

Jonathan turned his head to gaze over what he could see from the balcony. He could partially see the Hell Climb Pillar, along with the other training grounds for Hamon users in the courtyard, both appearing quite barren as the sound of waves took over in the absence of their voices.

"It's rather empty, isn't it?" She observed, sighing afterward "We haven't seen a new student in twenty years. I fear that Sendo is a dying art."

"That can't be." Jonathan gasped "What of the sector that Tonpetty developed, the one that taught Baron Zeppeli?"

She shook her head.

"After Straizo became a vampire, that sector faded after they failed to find a replacement teacher. I tried to get in contact with the past users, but nothing came of it."

Lisa Lisa unfolded her crossed arms and looked to the slightly cloudy sky.

"I have seen visions, Jonathan."

The gentleman froze. So, he was correct "Of what, Master?"

"A greater power is taking hold of the world. Something greater than Hamon, something that anyone can possess. Already, there exist individuals with this power" She chuckled humorlessly "I suppose that is the greatest weakness of Hamon, the fact that only one in ten thousand can use it. The potential is limitless, but only for those who are truly worthy."

"What is this power?" Jonathan asked, slightly hurt by his master's pessimism.

"I don't know." She started, turning now to face her student "But I believe it may have something to do with the Speedwagon Foundation's recent investigation into a strange artifact."

Jonathan briefly recalled the letters they had received from Caesar, figuring this may have been what he had been alluding to.

"I got a letter this morning from Caesar," she said, pulling a slip of paper from her side pocket and handing it to Jonathan "He wants you to join him on an excavation at Egypt tomorrow, saying something about how you need to put your degree to good use. He will be here in about two hours by plane."

Jonathan took the letter and read it over, looking back to Lisa Lisa.

"But Master, Wamuu and my training-"

"Jonathan, I think you have reached your peak in potential for Hamon." She said as she withdrew a cigarette from her pocket and lit it up, taking a slow draw "Besides, missing a few days of training will not hurt you."

Jonathan closed his eyes, staying quiet for a moment before he looked in the direction of the tower where Wamuu stayed.

"I can't forgo my promise to Wamuu. I have to keep training, if not to improve then to simply stay on top of my game."

His master smiled, shaking her head as she turned back toward the window, blowing smoke out of her nostrils.

"Ever since that night ten years ago, he hasn't fought you as frequently. Have you wondered why?"

He looked to the ground, turning the question over in his mind. He had indeed thought about it, but every conclusion he came to was wildly different than the last.

"I think," she began "It is because he no longer wishes to fight you. After sparing and talking with you for over forty years now, he may no longer see you as an opponent." She turned her head back to Jonathan "Maybe a companion?"

"Maybe." He said, a smile threatening to creep into the corner of his mouth. A quiet took over the room, Jonathan's eyes going back down to the letter in his hand, his mind finally settling on the issue as he folded the letter and placed it in his left pocket "It has been a while since I have been to a dig site, not since my days in university I believe."

"You'll do fine, you always do." Lisa Lisa said with a smile, stomping out her spent cigarette as she placed her hands on the balcony, staring out at the ocean "We're the last of a generation, Jonathan. The world is moving on without us, it seems."

The blue haired gentleman did not answer, looking down at the locket on his neck. He grasped it in his hand, looking back to his forlorn master.

"I promise you, Master Lisa Lisa, I will keep the art of Hamon alive. I will train a new generation, somehow." He turned and began to walk out, stopping for but a moment to finish off his cup of tea before he was out the door.

She chuckled at that, keeping her gaze to the roaring blue sea.

"I am certain you will, Jonathan Joestar. I am certain you will."

The sound of Jonathan's boots hitting the stone steps echoed through the tower, his eyes forward as he climbed and his mind fermenting in a stew of questions, all of which he was trying his best to organize as he neared the top.

The dark room was illuminated by the stream of sunlight coming in from the balcony, Jonathan not wasting any time as he walked to the table that sit in the darkest corner of the room. Not a second passed before the chair across from him moved silently, the almost statue like form of Wamuu coming into view from his invisible state as several pipe shaped bones sunk back into his skin.

"Why do you come here, Jonathan Joestar?" Wamuu's voice boomed, his tone that of annoyance. Jonathan guessed he had interrupted the Pillar Man's meditation.

"I am sorry, Wamuu. I simply wished to talk."

The Pillar Man's face did not shift, remaining stone like as he shifted in his chair.

"About what?"

Jonathan swallowed. That was a good question, he had yet to fully sift through the murky stew that was his mind to find a decent starting point. After a moment of tense silence took hold, he finally found one.

"It's been a while since we last fought. Why is that?"

Wamuu remained silent, his eyes seeming to dig into Jonathan's. The gentleman did not waver, however, and met his gaze with his own.

And the something strange happened.

Wamuu chuckled.

Then he laughed. He laughed for about a minute, Jonathan caught completely off guard by this bizarre event as the usually composed and stoic Pillar Man kneeled over the table with laughter.

"It took you ten years to ask that question." Wamuu said, ending his laugh as he met the gentleman's eyes once more "It's amazing how thick-headed you humans can be."

Jonathan allowed himself a nervous laugh, rubbing his shoulder idly

"Um, yes. But why haven't you?"

Wamuu's expression grew firm once again.

"Because you have peaked, Jonathan Joestar." He began, "You are a great fighter, but the fact I was able to give you that scar," he said pointing to Jonathan's chest "Proves that you are getting weaker."

Jonathan put his hand over his chest, feeling the scar for a moment before shaking his head.

"That's not true, I can learn new techniques. My Hamon may not get stronger, but my body will never give in, I promise you!" Jonathan shouted, rising to his feet as he felt his passion run through him. Wamuu let a chuckle rumble from deep in his throat.

"Well then, if that is what you believe, then we shall fight at midnight on the first day of the next month." Wamuu rose from his seat, his expression turning grim "This shall be our final battle, Jonathan Joestar. Either you will kill me, or I will kill you."

Wamuu began to walk away toward the stairs, Jonathan barely fighting the urge to give chase as he clenched his fist.

"That's the same thing you said over forty years ago, you know that right?" Jonathan said, his eyes almost seeming to be trying to tunnel through the stone table.

Wamuu finally answered after about a minute of silence.

"I do."

With that, Wamuu left Jonathan alone in the darkness, his soul in a desperate conflict over what had just occurred. The blue haired Hamon user unfurled his fist, looking down at his hands in grief.

"What have I done?"

Originally, this was going to take place from Kira's point of view and how he would behave and get his stand in this universe. But then I realized how much I missed writing for Jonathan, the righteous gentleman, so I decided to give a true sequel rather than a spin off.

But if demand is high enough, I will indeed post that as well. It may not be too soon, since I want to focus my attention on this, but it will indeed happen.

Also, updates for future chapters will always be on my profile, so be sure to keep an eye on that for updates.