On a rather cold and windy day, Rarity had stayed after school to help JoJo get better at speaking. She didn't know why he asked her but she accepted anyways. That was two days ago, yesterday being the day an imposter stole his identity, who made several uncomfortable advances on her. Today she waited for her new student to arrive in the library and started to feel tired, and somewhat sickly. She noticed other students around began coughing as well, some even sneezing loudly. JoJo arrived blowing his nose into a napkin, looking absolutely dreadful. He sat down with a groan but smiling nonetheless.

"Hey! You uh, ready for th- ACHOO! The lesson?"

"Actually, JoJo, I don't feel too good myself. Could we postpone this?"

"Sure, I wish I could cure illness, but that doesn't count as being broken."

"Ugh, seriously? I wonder what's got everyone so sick..."

"I'unno, hope it wasn't me."

"No, I remember seeing some having it before first period today. Must be a passing cold. I'm sure it'll just blow over."

"Well, I hate to have wasted your time here, maybe I can walk ya home as an apology?"

"Hm, I would suppose that wouldn't be too bad... You are the real JoJo, yes?"

"You know anyone else with an amazingly Great hairstyle and awesome friends names Josuke?"

"Just making sure."

As they left they noticed the strange atmosphere. Green and sickly. As they made their way into town, they could hear several coughs and groans. Even traffic had been held to a halt. Rarity couldn't help but slow down as she wondered what was happening. Even JoJo tensed up as he eyed the area.

"I'm starting to think it's more than a pandemic..."

People passed out, spots and boils, pimples and open sores. Rarity felt her own face in reflex and used her phone to see her reflection. No spots on her skin but her eyes were bloodshot, and JoJo had began getting spots on his neck. Then in moments, both were experiencing odd wounds on their bodies.

"O-Oh My! What is this?!"

"Oi, Rarity. You'll have to find another way home."

"What?"

She followed his gaze straight ahead. A car that pulled onto the sidewalk. Upon opening, a white gloved hand grabbed the door as a white dress shoe stepped outside. The figure wore a surgical mask and was dressed in a doctors jacket with rubber gloves and violet goggles. They had no hair and walked with a limp, slowly and dragging a foot. They were above average height and held their hands out as if reaching for the two teens. One hand had a camera.

"..."

"Are you the one who's been causing all this?"

"Height. One hundred and eighty five centimeters. Weight. Eighty two kilograms. Blood type, B. Age. Sixteen. Name. Josuke Higashikata. Legally changed to Josuke Higashikata Joestar."

"Wh-Whoa, whoa, who are you?!"

The masked man looked to Rarity, and spoke the same strange facts about her. Both of them took a step back. JoJo looked down to Rarity and pushed her behind him.

"Look. I bet I got an idea what this is about. Just target me alone. She has nothing to do with this."

"You misunderstand the situation, Mr. Joestar."

He took off the surgical mask and goggles. His face horribly blemished and wandering eyes, never did they aligned. Both JoJo and Rarity took another step back as he kept marching forward.

"I too am a victim of my ability. But unlike man, who fear for their death, I see the beauty of release. It is my duty before I go, to record as many deaths, beautiful and drawn out deaths. Many as stars, I must record."

"Dude you need a real hobby, like bird watchin-"

A small flock of pigeons fell from the sky, slowly molting. Rarity pulled on JoJo's arm.

"JoJo, darling, I-I believe this is one of those moments where we run to fight another day?"

"Yeah I'm starting to think so too! Let's get outta-"

JoJo turned to the street as another door opened up. A woman was crying holding her son who was barely breathing. She was calling out for help, barely able to breathe herself. Rarity was heartbroken but pulled away at JoJo. She needed to find a way to cure all of this and she was sure her friends could help. However she found herself stuck and looked back JoJo. She's seen him mad before, but yesterday paled in comparison of this moment, and it didn't help the doctor had been cooing as he recorded the woman in her despair.

"Such anguish, such wondrous pain, ooooh how her cries ease my suffering sou-"

The doctor couldn't see out of one of his eyes. JoJo not only punched him, but the camera had been shoved into his eye. He leaned back moaning lowly, as JoJo snarled.

"Who the Hell do you think are!? Do you think just because you've got something special you can abuse it?! I'M SICK OF GUYS LIKE YOU!"

"JoJo, your arm!"

He glanced down at the hand he used to punch the man, it began to break out horribly, even the skin began to shrivel slightly. He tore the sleeve off to see it stop spreading right below the shoulder. The doctor looked over and clapped in joy.

"Yes, YES! Gooood!~ Excellent! Such greatness! The camera is still recording as well, this is perfect!"

JoJo turned as he heard Rarity scream. She had her hand to her eye before he felt a sharp agonizing pain in his own eye. The doctor chortled jovially.

"HOHOHOHOHOHAAHOHAOHAOOA! You fool!~ This is what I can do! Any harm to me , my suffering, is shared with those of a grand radius! You harm me, and you and all of them shall feel my pain!"

"Wait... So, it's not sickness? It's your injuries too?"

"But of course! I have a several illnesses, as well as these are untreated wounds that I regularly re-open and allow to fester! That arm injury was from skidding onto the pavement from that blow from earlier, the shriveling of the skin now showing on all of the surrounding patients arms! Please, give me more, share with me suffering!"

"... And what's with the camera. Is that your hobby?"

"It's how I capture the suffering, how I am able to maintain myself, to-"

"So it gives you, your power, right?"

"As long as I have a window to my soul and the world, all shall share my misery! This And Any Camera Are The Gateways to My Soul!"

"... Great."

JoJo grabbed the doctor by the hand and throat, and swung him over head. The back meeting the ground as JoJo raised a foot and look to Rarity.

"Hey, Rarity. I'll fix everyone up in a second."

"Wait, JoJo what're you-"

Her eyes widen as she saw the foot coming down on the elbow and closed her eyes waiting for the pain. The doctor's arm was just fine, in fact he pulled JoJo down and slammed his head to the pavement. His hair ruined as the doctor sprang up and recorded the groaning teen.

"How articulate. That struggle to survive, monumentous! But you see dear boy, do you really think that is all? With each person that suffers, their health, their life gives me strength!"

The doctor kicked him a few times before he stomped down as a knife shot from the tip of the shoe. He began to kick him once more as JoJo snarled, but did nothing. If he hit him, everyone around him would feel that pain. If he didn't he'll be in a world of pain. The doctor was having the time of his life and Rarity took the opportunity. She didn't grab his hands, but the glove itself, pulling away and taking the camera with the glove. She caught it in the air and threw it to the ground, smashing it. The doctor grabbed her by the throat and began to strangle her.

"You scandalous, butterfingered, pasty white, ugly hag of a wench! Do you realize what you've done!?"

"Yeah. She did a Great job."

The doctor turned to see a most terrifying sight. In his eyes, the largest fist in the world was coming down at him at speeds unknown to man. Lifted into the air and denting a car door. Everything began to recover on their own. The air became cleaner, sores and boils, wounds on the drivers and bystanders were healing as they looked around confused. JoJo himself shed his coat and gave to the ill boy, still having trouble breathing. He learned the family was struggling, as it was only the mother and the boy. He smiled and even gave his three gold chains.

"If your AC don't work lady, have this, you can get some money with those. You can keep the jacket too. Have a Great day."

She looked around for the doctor but couldn't find him. Then she noticed in his place was a confused yet beautifully effeminate man with short shaved head, save for his sickly pale skin and strange spots on his neck. JoJo loomed over him and picked him up before elbowing him lightly.

"Hey man, I don't know why you did all that, but you should seek some help. You like to record stuff right? So try recording more positive stuff man, you'd be surprised what you might feel."

"... Y-You heal and send me on my way? After all I did?"

"Bro, I don't just beat up people I don't like, that'd make me some kind of violent brute, or something. Some things you've gotta fix with a good talk. That and, honestly I don't like hitting people. Great talk man, Great talk."

He patted the doctor's back and helped Rarity up with a sheepish grin.

"S-So, sorry about, the whole event. I, uh, bet you just want to go home."

He started to walk past her but she grabbed his arm with a sigh.

"Yes. And I'd like a bodyguard on the way, you got me into this, you're getting me out my dear."

"Uh- I mean! Yes ma'am."

He gave a salute as she held her head high, both making their way to Rarity's home, this time with nothing jumping out at them. However they did not go in silence.

"JoJo, may I ask a question?"

"Yeah, what's up?"

"How often do you deal with people like, that? This has been the second time within the week!"

"Oh. Well, I'unno how to answer that actually. But really it was you who dealt with him. Smashing that camera was Great call."

"How did you know that would work?"

"Didn't. But, I couldn't let you and those people just, suffer. That doctor guy was pretty smart. If he wanted to, he could have done a lot worse than he did."

"But, he did do quite a bit."

"That's why I didn't apologize about punching him. But it's also why I didn't just beat him down. I mean, I'd like to think everyone has a second chance to be good, y'know? He sounded... Lonely."

"Are you sure he wasn't just mad?"

"Oh he's got more screws loose than a wooden rollercoaster, now you're making think I shoulda beat him down or something."

"Maybe what you did was right, we can't know until time tells. This is my stop... Your English isn't so bad, did you really need any tutorship with that?"

"Nah, but you're real nice to hang around. Hey! I was wondering, if you could help me make a few accessories."

"Ooh?~ What for?"

"That's my little secret for the moment. You interested?"

"Only if we don't have to deal with a villain of the day schedule, I'll think about it."

He waved and chuckled as he left. Neither of the two noticing the pair of eyes watching them from afar. The figure holding a small paper bag held close to his face.

"We'll go to our picnic soon. We can hold each other there, I'll be sure to take care of you."

He looked into the bag and sneered before closing it again. Truly he loved meeting new women.