Glowing purple vines wound and flexed around his forearm, the old man observing them furrowing his wrinkled brow in thought. The thorny plant shimmered and faded away like a phantom, leaving him to sigh tiredly and glance out the plane window beside him.

Part of Joseph was ecstatic. He had two brand new grandkids to babysit and spoil, to watch grow up...that it was in Japan of all places was a little disheartening, but that was fine. The Joestar could brave a few discomforts for the sake of seeing them.

But the rest of his feelings were a mixture of confusion, dread and whatever else. Who were the kid's parents? How did one of them suddenly have a Stand, and what did this mean for the future?

Well, for the Stand business, it could easily be because of that ancient vampire Dio, given that Haruka and Haruno had the mark of the Joestar bloodline. Hermit Purple pulsed under Joseph's skin along with his roiling emotions. To have used his ancestor's body in such a way, to bring such turmoil-!

He forced himself to relax, sighing again. There was no point in getting all worked up about it now.

Skyscrapers and suburbs passed below them, growing with every second until the plane finally it touched down with a slight rumble. Avdol woke with a jerk, shaking his head to wake himself, and the two filed out and towards the airport.

We were all waiting inside the airport for at least an hour now, our mother anxiously pacing on the tile for a glimpse of our visitors. Meanwhile, me and Giorno sat side by side and messed with some coloring books, Jotaro leaning back beside us with his hat tilted over his face. Maybe napping, but I really couldn't tell with him

Bored, I was absentmindedly scrawling purple crayon onto a kitten picture when Holly perked up and gasped, raising her hand high and shaking it. "Daddy, over here, Daddy~!"

An old man dressed in what could only be called Indiana Jones wear turned at the sound of her voice, letting out a brief "oof!" as she rushed at him gleefully. She tackled his midsection and curled her arms around her father in a hug, and was whirled around as the two laughed.

"I can't believe you're here!" Holly squealed, pulling back slightly.

"Why wouldn't I be here for my only daughter?" Joseph chuckled. "Just give me a call, and I'll be across the globe if you need me!"

"Next time it better be both you and Mom. She would love to meet her new grandkids," the woman sighed. "If only things weren't so strange right now."

The cheery atmosphere dimmed slightly at that, but both were startled out of their embrace and reverie when Jotaro seemed to wake up with a slight grunt, drawing their attention to our little group. "Jiji."

"Jotaro. You look like a delinquent."

"And that's none of your business, old man."

I stared incredulously at the enormous old man towering over me. The anime had painted him as someone with muscles nearly as big as my head, with a body so large and thick it was like someone had given a brick wall legs. In person, he was still pretty buff, but in a physically possible sense, with powerful, yet lean limbs. Old, but still intimidating.

And then the whole image was shattered the moment his eyes trailed over to me and Giorno. Joseph's turquoise orbs lit up and he let out a soft, "Oh. My. Gosh. You two are adorable."

Holly gave a slight laugh at that, and just behind our grandfather, Muhammad Abdul snorted. Jotaro just rolled his eyes, pulling his hat back over his face.

"Oh! And I have something for them!" Joseph quickly went to his bag, fumbling with it for a bit before pulling out two presents and shoving them our mother's way. "Late birthday presents, or Christmas, if you'd prefer? I have so much lost time to make up for!"

My jaw dropped open slightly, and beside me, Giorno seemed just as overwhelmed by our grandfather's presence, shooting me a disbelieving look. I'd forgotten how goofy of a guy the old Joestar could be.

He came closer, bending down to greet us with a bright grin. "Hi there, kids! I'm your grandpa Joseph! And you must be Haruno and Haruka!"

I gaped, unsure of what to do. Joseph deflated slightly when he didn't get any better response from my brother, who wore a blank expression over his features. Whether it was from resigned tiredness towards the situation or complete apathy, I had no idea.

Maybe I should get on his page. With all the weird crap Stand users tend to get into, it couldn't hurt to learn Giorno's skill of being nearly impervious to surprises.

"What's wrong?" He mourned dramatically, collapsing to the seat next to Jotaro, who sighed and pulled his cap down even further. "Am I that unapproachable of a grandfather?'

"Daddy, they're two!" Holly admonished lightly. "They don't know English at all yet."

Lady, if you only knew.

The face fault that twisted Joseph's face at the realization was so hilarious, I had to bite my lip to keep myself from breaking down into laughter right there, struggling not to show a smile. I would not laugh at my new grandpa, nope, nope!

Thankfully, before my restrained giggles could explode, a certain Middle-Eastern man coughed politely into his fist. "Ahem. Mr. Joestar, I think you've gotten a bit carried away. I believe we were here about the, ah, 'ghost'?"

Like a switch was flipped, the old man in question sobered and stood, brushing off his brown suit and adopting a serious expression. "Ah, uh, yeah. Sorry about that, everyone. We should really take this to the house, shouldn't we?"

My heart was in my throat and leaden butterflies in my stomach all the way back, until finally, we were seated in the common room of the Kujo home. What would happen next would change everything about how our family perceived the two of us. My knuckles were stark white with how hard my hands gripped each other.

A soft hand subtly placed itself over mine, sending waves of quiet reassurance. Right. Giorno had this in the bag. He was a former mafia don, and part of that came stuff like negotiations, explanations and lying. He knew exactly what he was doing.

"We're screwed Giorno. I don't know what to do, and, and AND-!" Came my hysterical screams, arms waving frantically in the air. "They're gonna find everything out, and then they're gonna look at us like aliens! Kaa-san won't hug us anymore! Jotaro will never play with us ever again! And then- and then-!"

"Calm down."

"Calm down? CALM DOWN?!" My hands were on my brother's collar, jerking him from side to side like a ragdoll as I shrieked incoherently. "If there's any time to not be calm, this is it Giorno!"

"Nee-san, listen to me!"

"Eh?" I finally snapped out of my rant and focused on him, my grip on his shirt slackening. "Um, why?"

"For one thing, it was getting a bit hard to breathe." A blush reddened my cheeks, and I looked away sheepishly.

Giorno out his hand on my shoulder in a comforting gesture. "We're not doomed. You're overthinking things again."

"B-but what if-" I stuttered, but was quickly losing steam.

"Obviously we shouldn't spill the whole story, yes, but we still want to tell them about some of the future things, correct?"

"Oh! Oh, yeah. I don't want anybody getting donuted or eaten by an evil ice cream guy, so that's a must." My green eyes narrowed, sticking Giorno with a glare. "Fine, we're not doomed. But you better do this whole thing, Mr. Mafia Don, because my big fat mouth will just spill everything. Loose lips sink ships, and all that."

He gave a little chuckle at the expression. "Do you trust me or not?"

I gave him a weird look. "When did I ever not?"

When Joseph politely asked if he could meet their new, ghostly friend, Haruno shut his eyes, seemingly concentrating, and then with a slight shimmer in the air, the golden phantom slipped out of the boy like a hand from a glove. It looked around the room with those cold, robotic eyes, taking in the new surroundings.

A light shiver crawled up her spine as its purple eyes passed over her. No matter how many times she saw it, the thing was still incredibly creepy.

"Its name is Gold Experience," Haruno mumbled quietly. "Haruka's got one too."

The little girl perked up, then screwed her eyes shut like her brother. A tall, lithe figure faded into view, night themed colors and silver accents gleaming and star pupiled eyes blinking at the audience.

"She's Cosmic Girl!" Haruka giggled, and the phantom gave a bright grin, flashing pearly whites. At the very least, this one didn't look like a soulless machine.

Not one, but two ghosts? Holly frowned, shooting her father a weary glance. "Daddy, can you tell us exactly what these are? I think an explanation is due."

Jotaro grunted his own affirmation, looking to the old man for guidance. He was stroking his beard in thought, looking a little perplexed, then sighed.

"Alright, alright. These aren't your run of the mill ghosts the kids have got here, pumpkin," Joseph stated. "What they've developed is an ability that's really rare to see, something called a Stand. They are… basically a person's mental energies given form."

He held his forearm up for emphasis, violet thorned vines snaking up from beneath and around the limb. It had a wispy and otherworldly aura to it, similar to the other spirits in the room. "This is my own Stand, called Hermit Purple. Stands typically come with supernatural abilities, and mine possesses the power to take spirit photos of a target I have in mind, showing their location and what they look like."

Her mind went numb at the revelation. "So...my children have super powers, and you can take magical photos of people?"

This was a lot to take in at once. Holly slumped backwards into her seat. Oh heavens. It was difficult enough being a practically single mother of two kids and a rebellious teenager, but with the supernatural added into the equation…she shuddered to think of what the future would hold.

It was at times like these that she wished Sadao was home more often. Maybe a father would do the kids some good in their lives.

Wait. A father?

An idea bloomed in her mind, and before she could even think about it, Holly blurted it out. "Does that mean you can take a picture of whoever their father is?"

The room went dead quiet, and then a loud "OH MY GOSH!" sounded from Joseph as he facepalmed. He rifled through his bag at a feverish pace, throwing papers here and there until finally, he brought out an especially expensive looking camera. She absently wondered how her father was going to use it.

To her dismay, he then proceeded to smash it in with a yell and a Stand powered hand. The mechanical ruin left behind crackled and smoked, and then finally, a photo popped out the bottom of the camera. It was placed on the table, and the image gradually faded into view, revealing a blonde haired man wreathed in shadows, only the back of his body visible. A prominent scar wreathed the neck, running jagged acrossed.

But on the exposed skin of the back was a very familiar star birthmark. Joseph's eyes bulged dangerously, teeth gritting at the sight.

"Dio."

The soft voice that spoke was that of a young man, lightly accented with what Holly could faintly identify as Italian. But it came from the Stand, Gold Experience, who peered down at the picture. An almost wistful look seemed to flit across its face, but then it was gone.

"The vampire who took our true father's body, Jonathan Joestar, and will be in Cairo in late 1988. At that time, he will send assassins and Stand users in droves in an effort to destroy the Joestar bloodline for good."

A vampire? Taking the body of their ancestor? And wanting to murder her whole family in less than two years' time? Of all the revelations of today, this was the most overwhelming. Suddenly Holly felt lightheaded, like she was about to faint.

All eyes were on the Stand, Joseph's in particular narrowed at it. "A Stand that talks? And one that can see the future."

It tilted its head, gazing back at the old man intently. "You could call it that, I suppose. But in all honesty, it was truly only a one time ability, brought about by the unique connection between my user and his twin." Gold Experience's hands spread wide. "It has given us limited knowledge pertaining to a future, although it has already diverged from the current timeline because the twin of my user did not exist within it."

"But this is the only difference, and it won't change anything that body snatcher Dio does until that time?" he asked carefully.

"In all likeliness, yes." The two guests sighed in relief, glancing meaningfully at each other.

She relaxed a smidgen at the news, but her heart still beat frantically in her chest. Her head spun and felt like a balloon, floating away…Holly finally fainted on her son's lap, who was looking more and more disgruntled with each passing second.

It was frustrating being left out of the loop like this so badly. Of all the people gathered in the room, Jotaro was the only one who couldn't see whatever in the world this "Stand" was. At the very least, he could hear the voice that emanated from the point where the supernatural ability had to be, but that was a small consolation. However childish it may have been, the a small part of the teen wanted to see it. Badly.

But instead, Jotaro took that tinny little voice that whined and wailed about how unfair it was and punted it to the furthest corner of his mind, and steeled his expression and will. Let it never be said that Jotaro Kujo was petty.

Of course, that was when the Stand spouted something about a vampire wanting to kill his whole family in less than two years, sending the teen's train of thought careening off thd tracks and exploding. Suddenly, the realization that said vampire was actually one of the parents of his little siblings registered.

God existed, and it seemed he loved to screw with the Joestar bloodline in particular.

His eye twitched, lips curled, and before he knew it his mother was fainting into his lap like a startled goat.

"Yare yare," he muttered, awkwardly shifting her form so her slack face was visible. Haruka was almost instantly at his side, a worried expression marring her features.

"And there goes my little Holly again," sighed his grandfather. "Always been a little on the dramatic side, fainting like that. But she'll be fine," he reassured the little girl, making her relax a touch. "Probably just got overwhelmed."

Ah. Tension Jotaro hadn't realised he had winding up inside his muscles melted away from his shoulders.

Abdul (that was his name, right?) pulled out a notepad from somewhere and began dutifully scribbling down notes, probably for future use, and peered back up at the area that housed the Stand. "Thank you for this information. Is there anything else that we should know at this point in time?"

The reply came with a faint otherworldly echo to it, the Italian accent serving to make it sound even more mysterious. "For now, there are only a few other very important details that you two need to know."

Jotaro's eyes flattened. More world shattering revelations?

"And those are?" Joseph prodded.

"Well, for one thing, your daughter and her son are going to develop Stands around the same time Dio becomes active. They seem to have already started, if the way Holly can see and hear Stands is any indication."

Wait, what? "I'm going to have one too?" He had to ask.

The voice was pointed in his direction this time. "Yes. A very powerful one, too. But Holly, in the future we received, did not have the mental strength necessary to keep hers from slowly killing her."

That stopped the room cold, as if time had frozen. Joseph's eyes were bugging out, presumably at the very idea that his daughter was going to suffer such a fate.

"But that may have changed with the introduction of the twins into the family." It paused briefly. "They can be quite a handful sometimes, so it's not impossible to say that Holly may have become a bit more willful than before."

The icy atmosphere melted, and Joseph gave a visible sigh of relief. But there was still the possibility of that happening…No.

Jotaro forced that thought away, shoving it down into the recesses of his mind to dwell with the whiny jealousy.

"And...the other bit of information?" His grandfather hesitated, clearly afraid of what more news may hold.

"Congratulations, you're a father."

The old man froze, emotions whipping across his face with reckless abandon...and was that guilt mixed in there? Jotaro had no idea, but was currently mentally stuck on the idea that his Jiji had another child that he hadn't told anyone about.

"W-what are you talking about?" Joseph sputtered. "I didn't...I would NEVER…"

"Your son is a four year old named Josuke Higashikata, mother by the name of Tomoko Higashikata. He will begin to develop a Stand around the same time as Holly, so be sure to get into contact with them before then." The tone held a hint of a smirk. "You have a lot of time to make up for, Jiji."

Jotaro shot a glare at his grandfather, gaze full of daggers. So much for Jiji keeping his commitment to his wife. Yare yare, this meant he had an uncle that was younger than him by at least a decade…and had his 68-ish old fart of a grandfather as the kid's father.

And if the vampire Dio had stolen his great grandfather's body, then proceeded to have the twins...that meant that they were actually Jiji's aunt and uncle. Jotaro's head began to throb at the sheer magnitude of screw ups that had resulted in his family tree.

Again, God existed and the Joestar bloodline was his favorite play toy.