JoJo's Bizarre Adventure: Grimm

Chapter III: The Hunts

"Mmph! Mmph!" said Ventura in a muffled voice with a sack over his head in the trunk of the car.

"Ricardo, I don't think that kidnapping my best friend and putting a sack over his head is such a good idea..." said Arthur.

Ricardo ignored him.

The car stopped in the middle of the woods in the mountains at night, and the two brought Ventura out, taking off the sack and the handkerchief in his mouth.

"Please, don't kill me desu!" shouted Ventura. "Wait, Arthur?! I should've known... Is this some kind of sick prank?! Isn't this your Dad?! Beginning to know where you get this from."

"My Dad's going to show us something, so be quiet, Vennie!" whispered Arthur, though with a loud voice.

"Even while whispering, you sound like a nuclear attack siren, JoJo!" shouted Ventura.

"It's called voice charm, you ass!" shouted JoJo back.

"You sound like an ambulance giving birth!"

"No u!"

"You two, shut up!" shouted Ricardo. "You two should know that Grimms shouldn't fight each other."

"A Gring? Grinch?"

"Grimm, dumbass!"

Ricardo is revealed standing next to an old cabin in the woods and opens it up.

"When Simoun JoJo and Elias Zeppeli, your ancestor, died a hundred years ago, Maria JoJo, his wife, traveled away from the city and into these woods in San Diego. She had this cabin built for her and her son. There, she studied with Elias Zeppeli's brother about the nature of the Grimms."

"Simoun JoJo?" asked Arthur. "The American-Filipino character from the Noli Me Tangere Duology?"

"Are you crazy? Grimms and Aswangs are just a myth!" explained Ventura.

"Well, you shouldn't be surprised, because you two are one of the last Grimms," he explained pridefully.

"What the hell is a Grimm supposed to be, Ricardo?" asked Ventura.

"That creature that attacked me earlier..." said Arthur. "He called me that: A Grimm. But he said I have the blood of their kind."

"Your ancestors were a Grimm and one of them," explained Ricardo. "But she was one of the good ones."

"Hold up, there are good ones of those evil monsters in that book?" asked Ventura. "They eat children for a living, Ricardo! And most of all, don't you have any proof of that-?!"

Arthur brings out his purple vines.

Ventura gives a surprised expression.

"That's supposed to be a Stand?" asked Ventura. "But, I don't have a Stand... How can I-?"

"You didn't think that your names being similar to the names of the characters in that book hold any significance to your current lives and friendship?" asked Ricardo. "It was fate that brought your ancestors together, and it was fate that brought you together as well."

"My older brother would have a huge kick in this," laughed Ventura. "I'm not... special... Ricardo. I'm just not that kinda guy..."

Ricardo sighed.

"Look, kid..." said Ricardo. "You're so much more than just some kid disowned by a wealthy family. And you, Arthur... you're so much more than a cowardly trickster."

"Tch-..." muttered Arthur.

Ricardo then took out a key and opened the hardwood cabin. He turned on a lamp and walked in with the other two.