Authors Note

Hello and welcome to another bizarre adventure starring everyone's favorite, or hated, basketball player, LeBron Raymone James Sr (yes, Raymone is his middle name, look it up nerd). If you are just discovering this and don't get how any of this makes sense in terms of JoJo cannon, I recommend you read this first one so you understand whats happening. To make a long story short, this story takes place in an extremely alternate AU where everything happens normally but it happens in modern times. I know, it sounds stupid but shut up. Phantom Baskets takes place in 2019, two years after Part 5/Golden Wind (again, shut up.) In this AU, all of the part 5 main never die because Gold Experience Requiem brings them back to life after the soul swapping thing that Silver Chariot Requiem does, or some shit like that. This takes place ten years later and basically retcons the entirety of part six, which now will never happen, which is good because part six sucks ass (that was sarcasm). If you thought the first book was something, this shit is gonna be crazy. At the end of the day, it's a JoJo fanfic starring LeBron's kid, take it as you will, but i hope you enjoy it. Make sure to leave a like and a review telling me what you like and what i can do to make it better, feedback is apparently good for writers. Enjoy.

Prologue: The Fate of the Arrow

Dio is dead. After a week-long journey in which death and betrayal plagued our heroes, LeBron James, NBA megastar and global icon, along with the late Jotaro Kujo, Josuke Higashikata, and Passione boss Giorno Giovanna, defeated and killed Dio, ending the Joestar's most dangerous foe. The battle did result in loss, as Jotaro lost his life fighting against the foul Dio, he was later buried at sea by the coast of Sardinia, where he would rest besides his life's passion. One week after his funeral, a meeting was held by Passione, gathering all of our friends to their headquarters in Naples.

Giorno Giovanna looked to the outside of his mansion. It was an especially sunny day out, it glistened on the many pine trees in his yard. Giorno looked down to his hands, the Requiem Arrow shone in the sunlight, he sighed, the sight of the Arrow giving him flashbacks to their fight with Dio, his father. Behind him, the doors opened, Bucciarti walked through them, leading the group behind him. "Giorno," Bucciarti said, "they have arrived." Giorno nodded and turned, "thank you for coming, I apologize for bothering you so suddenly, but this is a very important meeting." Through the group walked LeBron James, his arm still in a cast from the fight with Dio, "you do not need to apologize for this Giorno," he said, "we don't mind at all, do we Josuke?" Josuke nodded, "yeah, it's not like I had booked a tour or anything, wink." Giorno chuckled and put the Arrow down on his desk, "you can all sit now," he said. The group all took their seats, "please tell me this isn't going to take long," Narancia complained, "some people got places to be!" "Why do you always complain, you're so goddamn annoying!" Mista scolded, "can you two can it," Shelby said, "you two are like four-year old's." Narancia pouted and crossed his arms, "whatever," he muttered. Giorno sighed and brushed his hair, "anyway, this will not take long Narancia, I promise you," he said, taking a seat at his desk.

"The Dio situation is officially cleaned up, as you all know," Giorno began, "but something like that cannot happen again, and I believe that in order to do that, we need to get rid of the one thing this whole event centered around." Giorno picked up the Arrow, "we must destroy the Arrow!" The group looked at each other in surprise, they certainly didn't expect this. "Destroy the Arrow?" LeBron asked, "can you even do that? What would happen if you even destroyed it?" "I thought about as well LeBron," Giorno replied, "but regardless of that, I know that this is the right thing to do, which is why I have another plan, I propose splitting them up, breaking the Arrow into twelve different pieces, one for each person in this room." "And what should we do with these pieces?" Asked Fugo, "that, is your decision," Giorno said, "what you do with it falls on your shoulders, you should do what you think is right, I will be keeping my piece, but I suggest that you get rid of them, hide them, sell them, pawn them off, spread them across the whole of Italy, in order to keep them from ever falling into the wrong hands again!"

Giorno held the Arrow high into the air, a golden aura formed around him, his Stand, Gold Experience, spawned behind him. It readied its fist, and struck the Arrow, "MUDA!" Giorno yelled, Gold Experience's fist struck the Arrow, it immediately cracked and shattered, twelve of its pieces scattered across the room, each being caught be a member of the group. "The Arrow is now destroyed!" Giorno announced, "I now count on you to protect its secrets and never allow it to fall into the hands of evil!"

The group left the mansion and went their separate ways, "so LeBron, what are you gonna do with your piece?" Asked Josuke, LeBron shrugged, putting the piece in his pocket, "I don't know really, probably might keep it, it would be nice souvenir next my MVP trophies." Josuke rolled his eyes at the response, "oook LeBron," he replied, "you know, it would probably be safer if you gave it away, you wouldn't want any unnecessary attention, not that you don't get that already." LeBron stopped Josuke, putting a hand on his shoulder, "hold up, are you saying I can't handle keeping this safe?" he asked, "I'm not saying that, I'm just saying that it's safer to not have it on you." LeBron crossed his arms and thought about it, "I understand what you're saying Josuke," LeBron said, "but I think it will safer in my possession, better me than someone else."

LeBron and Josuke had hailed a cab to take them home, LeBron fiddled the Arrow piece in between his fingers, Giorno had given them a huge responsibility in protecting it, LeBron only wondered if everything would be ok in the long run. The car stopped, and the driver turned to the back, "here you are, I'll put it on your card," the driver said, LeBron nodded and exited the car, "I'll see you later Josuke," spoke LeBron, Josuke waved back, "you too." The car sped away as LeBron turned to his apartment. Once he entered, he plopped down on his couch, he sighed, "this place is a mess, I better clean it up." LeBron got up and plugged his phone in to his speaker, Gangsters Paradise by Coolio began to play, LeBron chuckled, "now that's ironic." He began to clean up, bopping to the beat of the song. While he was dusting his shelves, he picked up one of the pictures, it was of his family. He chuckled, he was a lot younger in that photo, so was his son, Bronny, the sight of them made him sad, he hadn't seen them a long time, but his wife said that they would be moving in later that month, "I'll see you guys soon," LeBron said, "don't you worry."

"Thank you again, have a good day!" Josuke waved to the taxi as it drove away, he turned heel and moved towards his own apartment. Once he got to his door, he reached inside his pocket, and gasped, "h-hey, where are my keys!?" He whined, he fumbled through his pockets, trying to find his keys, when the door opened suddenly, a little girl peaked her head from behind the door, "uncle Josuke?" The girl said, Josuke stopped and looked at the girl, "ah, Jolyne! Thanks, I seem to have…" "Lost your keys," Jolyne said, she held the keys in her hand, "you left them here," Josuke starred at the keys and scratched the back of his head, "ah ha-ha, oh, I guess I did." Josuke moved past Jolyne and entered the apartment, "where's the old man?" Josuke asked, Jolyne pointed towards one of the doors, "he's sleeping," she said, "but he said that when you got home to wake him up." Josuke nodded and patted Jolyne's head, "alright, let me go wake that old fart up," he said, Jolyne giggled as Josuke walked to the door and opened it slowly.

"Old man?" Josuke whispered, the old man, Joseph Joestar, turned over in his bed, "ah, Josuke, you're home late," he said. "Late? It's only 5:42," Josuke replied, Joseph rolled his eyes and slowly sat up, "you said you would be here by three, so you are late." Josuke scratched his neck and moved to the bed, "yeah, sorry about that, I had an important meeting to attend to." Joseph nodded, his old eyes glazing drowsily at Josuke, "and what was this meeting about?" Josuke pulled out the Arrow piece from his pocket, "Giorno destroyed the Arrow," Josuke said, "he has split the twelve pieces between us all, I have to guard this one." Joseph peered at the Arrow piece, "hmm, what will you do son?" Joseph asked, "I may have an idea of where to place it," Josuke replied, "but for now, I'll just keep it on me at all times, just for safe keepings." Joseph nodded, "yes, you will do what you do best, it's what Jotaro would want, don't you agree?" Josuke frowned and looked to the floor, "yeah, he would." Joseph smiled and put a hand on Josuke's shoulder, "don't worry Josuke, I'm sure everything will be fine," Joseph said, "now beat it! I need my sleep." Josuke rolled his eyes and left the room, closing the door quietly.

"I can never catch a break, can I?" Josuke said to himself, Jolyne sat on the couch, watching cartoons. She looked at Josuke, seeing he was upset, "hey uncle Josuke," she said, "do you want to see a magic trick?" Josuke smiled and moved towards Jolyne, "sure, what's the trick this time?" Josuke asked, Jolyne took her stuffed whale and held it up, a blue hand suddenly emerged from behind her and slammed the whale together with its hands. Once unfolding it, the whale had turned into a web of string, the string was re-arranged into a beautiful design, Josuke clapped his hands, "very nice Jolyne, I can see your magic tricks are still as good as ever!" Jolyne did a slight bow and made the whale back to its original state, "uncle Josuke, can you make me some food, I'm hungry," Jolyne asked, Josuke smiled and rubbed her head, "yeah, no problem."

Giorno placed the Arrow piece inside of his mini safe, locking it tightly inside. "Trish, could you hand me the shovel?" He spoke, Trish nodded and gave Giorno the shovel, "this is the best place to put it," Giorno said, "no one will think to check underground, especially this deep." Giorno began to shovel the dirt into the hole, "are you sure this was a good idea?" Trish asked, "yes, burying it will provide…" "I wasn't talking about that," Trish interrupted, "I'm talking about destroying the Arrow, are you sure it was what's best?" Giorno put the shovel down and looked at Trish, "yes, it was," Giorno replied, "this whole ordeal has shown that the power of the Arrow was too dangerous, destroying it will make sure nothing bad ever happens again." Trish's eyebrows furred as she crossed her arms, "we can only hope," she said, "but in the case something serious does happen, that power could be helpful." Giorno looked at Trish, and chuckled, "you certainly don't make me feel good about this," he said, "sorry," apologized Trish, "its ok," replied Giorno, he stood to meet her, "not every decision we make can be the best, but it's what we do because of that decision that determines if it is good or bad." He stroked Trish's cheek, causing her to blush immediately, "I-I should, s-start making food," she shakily said, "I-I'll c-call when its ready." She quickly turned heel and moved towards the mansion, Giorno smiled at her embarrassment and continued to shovel the dirt.

With the destruction of the Requiem Arrow by Giorno Giovanna, the power of Requiem was, for the time being, gone forever. The Arrow was now split into twelve pieces, held respectively by LeBron James, Josuke Higashikata, Giorno Giovanna, Trish Una, Bruno Bucciarti, Leone Abbacchio, Guido Mista, Narancia Ghirga, Pannacotta Fugo, Jace Costello and Shelby Sparks. The remaining piece was given to the Naples police force by Giorno, in order to protect it from any harm. Each person would hide their respective piece, spreading them across Italy in twelve secret locations know only to them. Many years have passed since this event, and the world has enjoyed relative peace. However, on this fateful summer night, something went wrong, horribly wrong.

As night fell onto the police station, the officers all began to go home. "Rook, you're on night duty," the officer said, "if anything happens, you know what to do." The rookie saluted to the officer and he left. Time had passed as the rookie officer was sleeping on the job. He was suddenly awoke by a loud banging noise, he looked around, only to see a hooded figure at the entrance of the station. "What the hell?" The officer said, "hey, you should head on home, it's late outside!" The figure tilted its head, suddenly, the doors were busted open, they flew from their hinges, as the hooded figure entered. "Wha-What the fuck!" The officer yelled, he pulled his gun out and pointed at the figure, "stay away from me! I'm armed!" The figure stopped, his eyes glazing on the officer, the officer suddenly felt a hand grasp his neck. His neck was snapped violently and he fell to the floor dead. The figure moved past the body and further into the station, eventually reaching the back vault. The vault was blasted open as the figure walked in, he took his hood off, the man looked young, perhaps in his mid-twenties, he had red hair and his eyes glazed at what was in front of him. "Interesting," the man said, "could this be…" He picked up the Arrow piece, admiring it. He took out his phone and opened a photo, "yes, this is from the Arrow." As he walked out of the vault, he received a phone call. "Hello?" "Did you find it?" "Yes," the man said, "I found it." "Excellent, this is very good." "This is just one piece," the man said, "and with Giorno and his Passione Gang, finding the other pieces will be much harder." "They will be taken care of in due time, we should not rush, exposing ourselves at this point would ruin my plan, we have plenty of time, I will contact you when the time is ready, until then, keep doing what you are doing." "Of course, I will continue my work, master." The man hung up and exited the building, he put his hood back on and looked at the Arrow piece in his hand, he laughed as he put it in his pocket, "one down, eleven to go."

To Be Continued