Is anyone still out there? I haven't heard any reactions to my recent chapters...

Oh well, here's the chapter with the two brothers.

From where the group met and defeated N'Doul, they decided to head for Aswan, just north of the Tropic of Capricorn. While they were taking their jeep there, a curious thing was happening at a nearby bus stop at the foot of one of Egypt's many great tombs. A young boy was staring at his comic book, "Oingo Boingo Brothers Adventures" on the cover. A young Japanese man approached the boy. "Oh wow, I've never seen anything like that. I guess even Egypt has comics."

He offered the boy his box of mini donuts, which the boy eagerly dug into and started eating. "So," the man said, "Can I take a look at that comic? I'm a traveling mangaka looking to get inspiration, and I like rare comics. Heck, I had so many rare comics in my old home my house is titled to one side." He offered the boy his binoculars in exchange, which the boy accepted and started scanning the horizon, while the mangaka looked through the pages.

"Wow, this is well drawn," he noted, "A little surreal but easy to make out. I can't find the author's name though." He started reading the pages. "A long time ago there was a pair of brothers who very close, Oingo the older brother and Boingo the younger brother. Boingo is very shy. When his brother is not around he can't do anything. He's always alone too. One day day when Oingo went off for a while, Boingo met a friendly traveler who offered him candy and toys, making Boingo very happy. Sadly it would be their only meeting, as the traveler died just after Ten-Thirty AM, his throat stuck on the hook of a utility pole."

The mangaka was weirded out by the pictures, especially since part of it sounded like his interactions with the young boy. And the traveler in the comic was wearing his clothes. He continued flipping through the pages, but the rest of them were all blank. "This is an unusual comic book," the mangaka noted, "Hey, can I buy this book off you?" "It's not for sale," came a much deeper voice behind him. The mangaka whirled around to see a larger man standing there. "My brother's book," the man said, "It's not for sale. Now get out of here." The mangaka just nodded and returned the book, checking his watch before heading for the bus.

He didn't know that these two brothers were the same ones he reading about. "Boingo," Oingo said, "How many times have I told you to watch out for strangers? There are a lot of bad people in the world." A bus attendant called out, "The bus to Aswan is ready to depart. The next bus will arrive in four hours." Oingo lifted Boingo onto his shoulder. "That's us. We know the Joestars will be taking their injured friends to a hospital in Aswan. Let's get going."

"Not a good idea," Boingo said, "Take a look at this." He showed Oingo the comic, opened to the page the mangaka was reading earlier. Oingo gasped when he saw what was written. "I see... Well, it can't be helped. It'll give the Joestars a head start and time to tend to their injured, but we'll just have to wait for the next bus." Just a bit later, the Kujo group was driving to Aswan, when Polnareff noticed something. "Oh wow," he said, "Looks like a bus wrecked."

"From the looks of it, it collided with a truck," Joseph said. "It's probably got nothing to with us," Fluttershy said, "These kinds of accidents happen on the road all the time, so I doubt a Stand user was involved." "It does have all the hallmarks of a natural accident," Joseph admitted, "I think it's safe to just move on. Besides, we need to get Kakyoin and Avdol to a hospital." "It looks bad regardless," Hol Horse noted, "Some people were thrown from the bus. I think I even see one poor shmuck that got impaled high up on a utility pole." Said poor shmuck was the mangaka that spoke with Boingo, having died just as the comic said, and at the appropriate time too.

Four hours later, the two brothers were on the next bus, having also passed the wreck. "As you predicted," Oingo said, "Good thing we didn't get on the earlier bus." Boingo nodded as he looked through his comic. "Ah, there are new pages appearing." He began to read. "The brothers were able to avoid the accident by taking a later bus, and soon arrived in Aswan for new adventures. Soon enough, they encountered the terrible enemies. The enemies were talking about their injured friends."

"It looks like the pages depict Jotaro, Joseph, Polnareff, and Hol Horse," Oingo noted. He then looked out the window. "Ah, and there they are. As predicted." Boingo started laughing. "Brother, I know how we're going to win. The pages depict the four of them sitting down and drinking poison tea!" He handed Oingo the comic, and the older brother smiled. "Perfect. So I just have to poison their tea." The two brothers got off at the bus stop. "The two of us are an invincible duo," Oingo declared, "Your Stand, Thoth, predicts the future. While my Stand, Khnum, lets me change my face. Working together, there is no one that can beat us! For we are the Oingo Boingo brothers!"

Later at one of the cafes, the two brothers took out the normal staff, Oingo finishing the job by whacking the server over the head with a frying pan. Boingo finished the job of dragging the man into the kitchen, then looked through Thoth. "This is the right cafe," Boingo said. "And there's where they're going to sit," Oingo replied, looking at one of the tables, the decorations matching the panel in the comic Stand. Boingo started laughing again. "Thoth's predictions always come true! There's no way the Joestars can escape this fate!" As he continued to laugh manically, Oingo got a little worried about his brother's mental health.

Meanwhile the four men were walking through the streets of Aswan. "Luckily Avdol's injuries weren't too serious," Joseph said, "N'Doul's attack missed all his major arteries. The doctors say he should be released by tomorrow." "The real trouble is Kakyoin," Hol Horse noted, "Poor boy nearly got his eyes torn out. As it is, there's the possibility he could lose his sight." "He's lucky to be alive," Polnareff said, "But still, I'm worried. This is the second time we've had a comrade taken out of commission for a long period, and this time we may have to leave him behind altogether."

Jotaro nodded. "Well, since we have to stay in Aswan for the time being, what do you want to do?" Polnareff looked around. "There's a lot of cafes around here. Let's get a drink for right now, then look around the city." Joseph nodded. "That sounds alright. Which one did you have in mind?" Polnareff took out his cigarette and flicked it into the air. It landed pointing at one of the cafes, right next to some paper trash. "And the cigarette has spoken," Polnareff declared.

As the four men sat down, Oingo, dressed as a server, greeted them. "Welcome. What'll it be gentlemen?" "A black tea for me," Polnareff said. "Same here," Jotaro agreed. Hol Horse also nodded. Oingo grinned. "Very well, coming right up." "Hold it," Joseph said, "We can't have tea or coffee. This is enemy territory, which means an enemy could be coming at us from anywhere. From now on, we'll drink from bottles and cans. Waiter, get us four unopened colas. We'll open them ourselves. And make it the third, fourth, fifth, and sixth from the right, just in case."

Oingo freaked out, but didn't show it and went for the drink fridge. 'Damn it, that's way too thorough! My brother's predictions are never wrong, but at this rate that poison tea won't even touch their lips. Okay... Calm down Oingo. Just remember to trust in Boingo. I'm sure fate will find a way to make the prediction come true.' "Hey!," another customer called out, "This cola isn't cold! What kind of establishment are you running here!?" Joseph turned to Oingo. "Wait, the drinks aren't cold?" "Yeah, the fridge is busted," Oingo explained. He had accidentally broken the piping to the fridge while they were clearing out the cafe of its normal staff.

"Come on Mister Joestar," Polnareff said, "Even if this guy wanted to poison our drinks, how would he even know we were coming? We chose this place at random out of a number of nearby cafes." Hol Horse shrugged. "You never know with Stands. While there are rules that govern their statistics, as far as actual powers are concerned there are no rules. Maybe there's a Stand out there that can predict the future." It took everything Oingo had not to chuckle at that, knowing Hol Horse had stumbled onto the truth.

Polnareff considered it. "Very well, let's relocate to the one across the street, just in case." But it turned out the other cafe had been set on fire, due to Polnareff cigarette igniting the trash it was near, which blew into the cafe while still lit. Joseph sighed in resignation. "You know what, we'll take those four teas after all." From the kitchen, Boingo grinned. "Got 'em. Just as fate predicted." However, just as they were drinking the tea, a woman screamed. "Hey! That dog ate my cake!" The four men immediately spit out their tea, removing any chance of ingesting the poison within it.

The dog turned out to be Iggy, whom Joseph immediately grabbed and took out of the cafe, apologizing to the woman as he did. "Iggy, what's the big idea!? Eating someone else's desert! If you wanted some cake, you should have asked and we'd have bought you some!" "That was just to get your attention," Iggy argued, "I smelled blood coming from that cafe, and something bad in the tea you guys were drinking. But how weird would it be if I just waltzed right in and started talking to you with everyone else able to hear me?" Joseph blinked. "Blood? And something bad in the tea?"

Back in the cafe, Oingo pounded the table. "Damn it! The prediction came true alright, but we were so sure of victory we forget that it never said they'd actually swallow the tea they drank. Dumb dog! Boingo, does Thoth say what to do next?" "Not yet," Boingo replied, "Thoth can only predict the near future." Oingo nodded. "Alright. We'll wait for the next prediction, and kill them then. Our trust in each other is the only way we'll win."

They kept walking, as another prediction appeared in Thoth. Boingo started reading. "Unfortunately, the enemies' dog was able to prevent them from getting poisoned. But the brothers were not discouraged, and kept after the bad guys. Along the way, they ran into a man who had nothing to do with them or their enemies, but his looks pissed them off. It was the sort of face they always hated. So, despite the fact that he had done nothing wrong, the brothers beat him up. He then ran away, leaving his wallet full of money behind."

Sure enough, a man who looked and dressed just like the one in comic showed up. Oingo growled. "Yeah, that face does piss me off, and I'm in a bad mood as well." Without another thought, Oingo punched man out. Sure enough, the man ran away screaming, leaving his wallet behind. "Hey," Oingo said as he picked it up, "There's more money in here than we thought." Boingo chuckled. "We're rich, Brother!" He then saw another page coming in. "And look, there's another prediction coming in."

He started reading. "The brothers continued after their enemies, who were taking a car to visit their friends in the hospital. While they stopped, Oingo placed a bomb shaped like an orange in the car. The bomb went off, splitting Jotaro's face in half, and incapacitating him!" "Take a look at how clear this prediction is!," Oingo said excitedly, "There's no way we can fail now!" It seemed foolproof, but their arrogance would soon be their downfall.

Oingo soon spotted the car and covertly broke open the door with a wrench, ditching it beneath the car afterward. He then got out a small bomb concealed in an orange peel. Nearby, Boingo was laughing at the prediction in his Stand. "Thoth can only see the near future, which most would consider a weakness. But the trade-off is that the predictions are one-hundred percent absolute, with no way to change them. Big Brother's bomb will go off three seconds after Jotaro sticks his finger into the peel. This is his ultimate fate!"

Oingo finished gluing the top of the peel to the rest of it, concealing the bomb completely. As he finished placing the bomb among the real oranges, he heard Polnareff call out, "Hey! There's someone in our car!" He looked up and realized Joseph, Polnareff, and Hol Horse were approaching. "That's not Jotaro?," Joseph asked. "He met up with Fluttershy as she finished shopping," Hol Horse pointed out, "Then they headed straight for the hospital." Oingo freaked out for a second, then remembered his own Stand and started molding his face.

He poked his head out, now looking like Jotaro. 'Khnum's power let's me change my appearance, so long as I stick to anything human. It can also let me alter my height, weight, voice, and even my smell to trick that dog. I can't alter my clothes, so I had to change my hair to mimic Jotaro's hat.' "Oh, it's just you Jotaro," Joseph said. "I thought you were going to the hospital," Polnareff said, "And where's Fluttershy?"

Oingo hesitated as he tried to come up with an answer, then responded, "I left my wallet in the car. Fluttershy went ahead without me." "It's not like they're joined at the hip Polnareff," Joseph pointed out, "Remember how Fluttershy helped me out against Empress?" Polnareff nodded. "But what about your school uniform?," Hol Horse asked. "My what?," Oingo asked. "You know," Hol Horse said, "That jacket you're always wearing?" 'That's a school uniform!?,' Oingo said internally. Luckily he already thought of that answer ahead of time.

"Well, I left it at the dry cleaners, but didn't have enough money," he said, "Fluttershy bought these other clothes for me, so I thought it was a good time to try them." "That doesn't look like Fluttershy's normal fashion sense," Polnareff said, "I guess she's starting to slip. Oh well, since you're here you might as well drive with us." Oingo freaked out, and so did Boingo. 'That's not good! Right now Big Brother is wearing Jotaro's face! If he gets in that car with the bomb, he'll be the one to blow up as the prediction dictated!' He watched in horror as his brother's attempts to talk his way out of getting in the car were met with futility, and the group drove off. "No... Brother!"

Inside the car, Oingo was just as terrified. 'This is bad! If I don't drop my disguise I'll be the one who blows up! But I can't do it in here or they'll recognize me as an enemy!' He then looked at the bomb and got a brainstorm. 'Wait, that's it. I'll simply toss the bomb out the window, then plant a new bomb later at the hospital.' He covertly took the bomb and tossed it out the open window. 'Safe...' "Hey look," Polnareff said, "Here comes Iggy. He's got an orange in his mouth."

Oingo freaked out when he saw Iggy clinging to the side of the open window. "Iggy, did you steal that from somewhere?," Joseph asked. "No way!," Iggy said, "I saw it get thrown out of your car for some reason and thought I'd bring it back to ya. Though I gotta say, for some reason it smells like glue and gunpowder." Oingo gasped in shock. 'Fluttershy must have used her Stand on the dog to make it talk! But this may be a blessing in disguise. If they think it's full of gunpowder, they'll surely throw it away.'

"Well, all kinds of things litter the ground in this country," Polnareff said, "Give it here. It's only the rind that got dirty after all." Iggy dropped the bomb into Polnareff's hand. "NO!," Oingo called out. He then realized all four of them were looking at him. "That's an odd reaction," Hol Horse noted, "Are we sure this is Jotaro?" "Smells like him," Iggy said, "But that was an unusual reaction coming from him." Oingo started to sweat, then noticed a cow being led down the road. "I actually said, 'Moo'. Because I saw that cow over there."

The group raised their eyebrows. "Are we positive this is the real Jotaro?," Polnareff asked, "I mean, there may be a disguise Stand that can even fool Iggy's sense of smell." Oingo tried to regain his composure. "Gimme a break... What are the odds such a Stand user would want to disguise themselves as me?" The group considered it, but seemed to drop the issue. Iggy yawned as he fell asleep between Oingo and Hol Horse as they continued to the hospital. "Hey Jotaro," Polnareff said, "How about you show me that trick again?" Oingo looked confused. "Trick? What trick?"

Polnareff demonstrated by flipping his cigarette into his mouth, the smoke coming out of his nose. "That one. I wanna see you do it again." Oingo mentally sighed in relief. 'I thought it'd be something more complicated, but I know how to do that trick. It's a little dangerous but I can pull it off easy.' "Sure, no problem," he said. "Nah, can't stop at just one cigarette," Hol Horse said, "Jotaro's such a badass, so how about we up the ante to five." "Good idea," Polnareff agreed. Oingo started freaking out again, but the sight of Polnareff with the bomb in his hand reminded him of what was at stake.

He gulped 'Damn it, I had no idea Jotaro had so many weird talents. I swear, if they start getting into his sex life with Fluttershy...' He breathed to regain his composure. "Alright, gimme the five." He held the five cigarettes in his mouth and lit them, then carefully started trying to flip them all into his mouth. It was tricky, especially getting the ones at the ends past his teeth, but he managed to pull it off. 'Yes, I did it! People can do anything when their life is on the line!'

"Good job!," Polnareff said, impressed, "Now for the finisher you have to drink this juice without extinguishing the cigarettes." Oingo was now sweating bullets, the cigarette smoke coming out of his mouth and nostrils. Because of his nerves, he bombed big time, but the others were more disappointed than suspicious. 'Damn it, this is nerve-wracking! But Boingo's predictions can't be changed, so my only way out is to somehow get out of the car and change my face back to normal. Then the real Jotaro can get blown up.'

"Hey Jotaro, are you feeling alright?," Polnareff asked, "You've been acting a bit strange." "I'm just not feeling well," Oingo said. 'This is terrible. They're getting more suspicious by the minute. They'll probably kill me if I drop my disguise here, but if I don't then the bomb will blow me up instead!' He clasped his hands in thought. 'Come to think of it, I am starting to feel sick from accidentally ingesting those cigarettes. That might be my way out. I'll just ask to leave the car to throw up!'

"Hey Jotaro," Polnareff said, glaring, "I noticed your hands were clasped in such a way that your left thumb was on top." Oingo looked as saw he was right. 'Oh crap! Does Jotaro always clasp his hands with the right thumb on top! How would anyone even notice that!?' But Polnareff just started laughing. "That means you were a woman in a past life!" "Wait, seriously?," Joseph asked, "But I clasp my hands the same way." "So do I," Hol Horse said, "Are you making a jab at our manhoods, Polnareff?" The three of them just kept talking and laughing.

'Good grief,' Oingo thought, 'At this rate I won't have to worry about their Stands or the bomb. Just their attitude will kill me.' He then saw Polnareff starting to dig into the bomb's skin. "Hey Jotaro, let's see who can eat an orange faster." "Don't you idiot!," Oingo called out, causing the others to look at him and waking Iggy up. "I mean," Oingo said nervously, "That's the one Iggy had in his mouth. It's probably unhygienic." "Hey, Fluttershy insures my mouth and teeth are perfectly healthy," Iggy said indignantly.

Oingo decided this was as good a time as any. "Anyway, you need to stop the car right now! I really need to use the bathroom! My stomach hurts real bad!" Joseph looked at him, but shrugged and stopped the car to let Oingo out. As Oingo made a break for it, Polnareff said, "Hold on a second!" Oingo stopped, wondering if they were on to him. But Polnareff just tossed him a roll of toilet paper. "Don't forget this."

Oingo took the roll and gleefully went running. 'Yes! I made it! Now I just have to use Khnum to undo the disguise and Jotaro is history!' As the group drove off, Polnareff looked at the orange. "Glue and gunpowder, huh? Perhaps this is really a bomb someone planted?" "Maybe," Joseph admitted, "I've heard of bombs small enough to hide in fruit skins. Better throw it out just to be safe." Polnareff nodded and tossed the bomb out the window.

Meanwhile, Oingo was still running to hide behind a rock and undo his disguise. However, he didn't get far before he felt something squish beneath his feet. He looked down and gasped as it turned out he had stepped on the bomb, breaking the peel as he did. "Are you kidding me!?," he called out as the bomb went off. The explosion could be heard from the car. "Oh wow," Polnareff said, "It really was a bomb. I feel sorry for the poor sod that accidentally set it off. We'll have to find them and make it up to them."

Meanwhile Boingo had finally caught up to Oingo. Oingo's face had been split just like the book predicted, and Oingo had been knocked out long enough for his Stand to wear off. "Oh no...," Boingo said, "Brother are you okay?" Oingo opened his eyes. "I'm alive somehow...," he muttered, "But we lost... They beat us without even trying." Boingo clenched his fists. "No! Not yet! They still haven't beaten me and my Thoth! I'll kill them all on my own!"

Oingo saw the look in his brother's eyes, a look of confidence he had never seen. "Boingo, it's too dangerous," he said, "These guy's aren't normal. If they find you..." "I've made up my mind, Oingo!," Boingo said, "With the power of my Stand, I know I can do it!" Oingo smiled and he teared up. "You're starting to mature so much. I'm proud of you, Little Brother." "Now let's see," Boingo said, "What does the next prediction say?" But just then, a nasally voice called out, "There they are!"

The two brothers turned to see the same guy from earlier, a bunch of burlier men with him. "Those two are the ones who beat me up and robbed me," the man said, "Make sure to beat them to a pulp in turn, and I'll pay you handsomely!" The two brothers hugged each other for dear life. "It's that guy from before!," Oingo said in fear. "I'm scared, Brother!," Boingo said. On the ground, Thoth's new prediction read as such. "The guy who dropped his wallet came back with friends, offering to pay them to take revenge on the brothers. It looked like Boingo's revenge would have to wait, as he and his brother Oingo were in for a long stay at the hospital."

The car soon pulled up to the hospital, where Jotaro and Fluttershy were just arriving. "Ah, there you are Jotaro," Polnareff said, "We had a weird encounter with someone how looked like you." "A possible enemy?," Jotaro asked. "Maybe," Joseph replied, "Not that he did much." An ambulance then started driving by, it's siren blaring. "Looks like someone's been injured," Fluttershy said, "How terrible." Jotaro then saw the bag of oranges Polnareff. "Ah perfect, I was just getting thirsty. Mind if I take one?" Polnareff held out the bag as Jotaro grabbed one of the oranges and opened the peel. Naturally it was an actual orange, as the bomb had already gone off.

The doors of the ambulance opened to reveal Oingo and Boingo, now looking seriously beaten up, in addition to the injuries Oingo suffered from the bomb. "Oh wow," Jotaro said, "That guy's face looks split it half." "His clothes looks familiar," Polnareff noted, "I think he's that guy from before." "I've smelled those two before at the cafe," Iggy said, "Think they're two of the Ten Glory Gods?" Hol Horse shrugged. "Maybe. If they are we took them down rather easily. But I doubt they'll all be that easy."