A New Bizarre Adventure

Chapter 1: Incognito Part 1

Alex stepped out of the bathroom, taking a nice, long stretch as Jotaro tipped the brim of his cap over his face. "Yare Yare Daze," he mumbled. "Hurry up. If what you said about Santana is true, then we don't have time to dawdle around."

The Joestar hoisted his bag over his shoulder. "Yeah, yeah, I'm coming," he responded with a sigh as he trudged toward his waiting relative. As soon as he stepped next to Jotaro, the traveler darted away at a brisk pace. It took a second for Alex to increase his pace as well. Jotaro, whisked around a corner, then another, then down a walkway. It was when the U-Turn was made that Alex had to tap Jotaro's shoulder. "Um, exactly what are you doing?" he questioned. "I thought you said we didn't have much time."

As if out of nowhere, Jotaro pulled up a chair and sat down at a cafe. Alex sat across the table from him. "Mind telling me what's going on?" he tried again. Still no response came from Jotaro's lips. Alex slouched over and propped his head up with his elbows. He looked up at the japanese traveler. "Y'know, there's something I should probably tell you," he started. "It's about my S--"

"Would you shut up?!" Jotaro hissed. "You're damn annoying."

Alex recoiled. "Ok, guess you really do have something up your bum," he commented. "Forget I said anything."

Jotaro grabbed the young Joestar by the collar and yanked him up to his eye level. "We," he stated bluntly, "are being followed. So I'd appreciate it if you'd shut the hell up and keep our location unknown to our pursuer."

Alex blinked once, unfazed, and shrugged. "That sounds like a you problem," he replied, "but if you need my help, just give a call."

Jotaro loosened his grip on the boy's collar. "Yare Yare," he muttered. "You're really some uncle, aren't you?"

The man looked around. His targets had gotten away again. He sat down and began rummaging through his bag again. He pulled out a pen and notepad. Looking up, he quickly sketched the golden bracelet on a passing woman's left arm. As soon as he finished, the bracelet started to glow. He flipped the notepad closed and pocketed it as he stood up. Now his search would be much easier.

Jotaro's eyes darted from person to person, looking at everyone like they were all Stand users. Alex stood up and pushed his chair in. "Looks like they're gone," he noted. "Let's take this chance to leave."

Jotaro nodded. "For once, that actually sounds like a good idea. We need to get to the Speedwagon Foundation's headquarters. Our flight should be leaving in about a week."

Alex's jaw dropped through the floor. "A WEEK?!" he blurted. "I THOUGHT WE HAD A CONNECTION RIGHT NOW!"

Countless heads turned to look in the direction of the two Joestars. Jotaro, quickly wrapped his arm around Alex' shoulder and ushered him toward the airport's exit. "You can never be too careful," he whispered. "We change hotels at 12:00 am and pm daily and depart two towns over from San Fransisco."

A startling noise broke the silence of the airport as all eyes shifted from Alex and Jotaro to the new attraction. "WATCH OOOOOOOOUT!" a man in a blue suit yelped as he slid toward the two Joestars. Alex quickly slung off his bag and threw it up in the air seconds before the collision. The three men toppled over as the stranger crashed into the Joestars. As they slowly got to their feet, the bag seemed to just hover in midair as Alex reached up and grabbed it.

Jotaro blinked. That seemed pretty bizarre, but he had another situation on his hands. He turned to face the man, who was already getting pelted with Alex' increased volume. He reached over and pulled the squirming boy away. "I'm sorry, sir," he tried to reconcile, "but you do need to watch where you're--"

Jotaro stared intensely at the man. Golden hair with a single streak of green down the right side, blue suit and pants with a white dress shirt, and red eyes, more pink than red. Not a natural color, but not from any disease or contact lenses. Jotaro balled up his hand into a fist. "You," he recalled. "You're the one who was listening to our conversation on the plane. You're the one who's been following us. You're--"