If there's one thing I can relate to in regards to Rohan, it's his desire to see his work read by others. With that said, enjoy.

Koichi was walking through town when he suddenly spotted Hazamada along his route. "Oh hey," he called out. Hazamada turned to look at him. "Hey, it's you. Koichi, right?" "You look like you more or less recovered," Koichi said. Hazamada shrugged. "Kinda. I got discharged two days ago, but I still have some soreness in my throat." 'Gee I wonder why?,' Koichi snarked in his head, remembering that Fluttershy had slightly choked Hazamada with her vines.

"So, where are Pinkie and Josuke?," Hazamada asked, "Aren't they usually with you?" Koichi shrugged. "Not today. Besides, they're helping with the invisible baby we found." Hazamada looked surprised. "'Invisible baby? Is that some kind of Stand user?" Koichi nodded. "Yeah, but her power seems to be under control now. Though she only seems to trust Josuke's father, Mister Joestar. If he's not around, she starts crying and making everything around her invisible."

"So does that mean Mister Joestar and the other out-of-towners will be staying for a while?," Hazamada asked. "Looks that way," Koichi said, "I mean, until we find the baby's mother there's no one else who can care for her. Plus there's still some cleanup to do after retrieving the arrow." Hazamada shrugged. "Well, that's got nothing to do with me. Hey, do you like manga?" "That's out of nowhere," Koichi noted, "But yeah." "Well," Hazamada said, "I heard a rumor that the artist for Pink Dark Boy, Rohan Kishibe, lives right here in Morioh."

"What? Are you serious!?," Koichi said excitedly, "That's my favorite manga! Come to think of it, it's also Pinkie's. But where did you hear he was living here?" "I overheard a real estate agent talking about it," Hazamada explained, "He mentioned the address. Let's see if we can get his autograph." Koichi nodded, and the two were off to where Rohan was supposed to be living, little knowing the mess they were about to get into.

The duo soon reached the address, which was pretty isolated from Morioh. "This is it," Hazamada said, "The guy lives alone, no family or significant other. Hard to believe he's twenty now." "Twenty!?," Koichi said in surprise. Hazamada nodded. "Yeah, he got his first big start at the age of sixteen, that's right around our age. But looking at this house, his success even at his age is obvious. Well, we can't go sneaking around. Go and ring the bell." "Me?," Koichi said, "Why can't you do it?"

"Hey now, that's an order from an upper classman," Hazamada said. "An upper classman who's butt I can kick," Koichi pointed out, "Last I checked you have nothing to use your Stand with, while mine evolved recently." Their argument was cut short when the door opened anyway. Standing in the door was a young man who dressed like a typical author and had a headband that made his hair stand out. "That's him!," Hazamada said, "Rohan Kishibe! I saw his picture in the New Year Special Issue!"

"This had better not be some sort of prank," Rohan warned. "No, no of course not!," Hazamada assured him, "We're students at Grape Hill High, and we're big fans of your work!" "Ah, so you know my work," Rohan said, "I guess that means my address got leaked somehow." "Actually, Hazamada here just overheard the address," Koichi pointed out, "We just stopped by to ask for an autograph."

Rohan smiled. "Why not? If that's all your asking for, then come on in. I've finished my work for the day, so please feel free to explore my work area." The two students were surprised at this, as well as how clean the upstairs work area looked. "This is just amazing!," Koichi said, "But if I may ask, when did you come to live out here?" "Just three months ago," Rohan explained, "My hometown is in S City, so I actually grew up in the area. Tokyo is convenient for finding work as a mangaka, but it can get overcrowded at times. I find it easier to work in a relaxing place, and Morioh is just perfect for my purposes."

"But doesn't it take longer to get out your new works from here?," Hazamada asked. "Not at all," Rohan replied, "The latest technologies in copy and fax machines means I can have a system in place to send perfect copies of my manuscript from Morioh to Tokyo in less than four hours. So there's no real reason to live in Tokyo anymore." "But you live alone out here, right?," Hazamada asked, "What about assistants and other staff members?" "I don't have any," Rohan explained, "I do all the work alone."

Koichi and Hazamada were amazed. "All by yourself!?," Koichi remarked, "But that's nineteen pages each week! And that's including screentones and white corrections!" Rohan smirked. "Yeah, I can get it all done in four days. Five if its a color scan. I don't really like dealing with people, so I prefer to work alone. It would actually be more difficult with assistants." He then picked a spider up off Hazamada. "Interesting," he said as he held the arachnid under a magnifying glass.

He got out an encyclopedia. "An areneus ventricosus, or devil spider. An orb-weaving spider found across Japan. I'll let you two in on a secret. The way I make my manga more interesting... Is by making them seem more realistic! Reality is the lifeblood that makes a work pulse with energy! Imagination and fantasy can make a gripping story, but reality is needed to make gripping visuals! To create my works, I write something interesting I've seen, done, or experienced!"

He held up the spider again. "Take this, for instance. Your average city-dweller would simply see it as gross and would crush to death without a second thought. But for a manga artist like me, in order to perfectly capture what makes this spider interesting, I need to examine where its eyes are. How it moves its legs. The difference between male and female. Hence all the reference books." He then took out a pen nib and plunged it into the spider's abdomen, shocking the two boys.

"But there are other things you can't get from a reference book," Rohan noted, "Like what happens when the spider's thread is exposed to air, where the thread is extruded from, or how its internal organs are arranged. That you must see for yourself. Also, how much they squirm before they die. And also..." He pulled out the pen nib and stuck out his tongue. "What their taste is." Hazamada nearly gagged. 'This guy might be really dangerous,' Koichi thought, 'We should get outta here.'

Rohan finished licking the spider, then threw away the corpse as he looked at Hazamada. "Ah... That's the feeling I'm looking for. I needed a reference for a good puking face. Don't bother holding it. I don't work with fakes and I've already memorized the expression." The duo looked on in amazement as Rohan sketched Hazamada's face as he gagged perfectly. "There... Now then, I believe I agreed to some autographs. I'll go grab a marker from the kitchen. And some tea while I'm at it. As long as you're in my home I may as well treat you like guests."

Once he left, Hazamada was in awe. "Wow... No wonder Pink Dark Boy is so gripping. I never knew he went to such lengths." "It kinda freaks me out," Koichi admitted, "Maybe we should leave soon. He seems extremely dangerous." "You don't think he's a Stand user, do you?," Hazamada asked. "I dunno," Koichi replied, "He hasn't shown anything like that. But I just got a creepy vibe as he was cutting into that spider. But if he is a Stand user, it'd confirm your theory." "Huh?" Hazamada said.

"You said it yourself," Koichi reminded him, "Stand users are drawn to each other somehow." "Oh yeah," Hazamada remembered, "Well, if he is, that'd be awesome. It would mean we have something in common. But I guess you got a point. But before we leave..." He pointed to the desk where a manila envelope filled with papers was lying next to the drawing table. "I've been curious about that since we got here." "Ah," Koichi said, "I can barely make out some illustrations. Is that what I think it is?"

Hazamada nodded with a grin. "Rohan did say his work was done for the day. This could be his next manuscript for Pink Dark Boy! And no one else has seen this yet!" He picked up the envelope. "Wait, Hazamada," Koichi said, "Shouldn't we ask Rohan first?" Hazamada scoffed. "There's no way he'd let us peek at it. When stuff like this is ready for print it's considered a trade secret, only meant for the eyes of the mangaka and his editors. I'm just gonna look it over real quick then put it back."

What neither of them knew was that Rohan was just outside the door, as if waiting for the to pull the manuscript out. He grinned when Hazamada pulled out the illustrations. Once Hazamada and Koichi looked at the drawings, they suddenly glowed brightly, surprising the boys. "Incredible!," Hazamada said, "Pink Dark Boy usually has a foreboding thrill to it! But this is on a whole new level! Is this the power of a hand-drawn manuscript!? Just reading it gives me goosebumps!"

"It's amazing!," Koichi said, "Just look at the design! Keep flipping through it, Hazamada!" Rohan smiled as he stepped into the room. "Looks like my manuscript is compatible with you two. I thought as much." Koichi and Hazamada freaked when they heard him. "And now that you've seen it," Rohan said, "I can start getting more experience for my manga." Koichi gasped as his hand, his face, even his fingers started peeling away to reveal written pages, like he was suddenly a living book.

"Those who see my manuscript have their hearts opened," Rohan explained, "That's the power of my special ability... Heaven's Door!" Hazamada gasped as Koichi fell on his back, his body opening to reveal pages with stories and pictures. "This power I have can let me peek into a person's memory," Rohan explained, "Everything they ever experienced, written as their own life story, written on them as if they were a book. With Heaven's Door, I can read that book."

Hazamada reacted in shock as the same thing happened to him too. "W-What are you going to do to us?," Koichi demanded. "There's no need to worry," Rohan assured him, "The effects are not harmful. I only plan on reading through your experiences to obtain the reality I need to perfect my work. I can't count on interviews, because there's always the chance that the information I get may be false, either accidentally or deliberately. Now, let's see here."

He started flipping through the pages on Koichi's face. "Koichi Hirose. Born at the Red Cross Hospital in S City on March 28, 1984 at 6:27 AM. Born prematurely weighing in at only 2325 grams and kept in intensive care for seven days. No wonder you're so short. Lives in a family of four with an older sister named Ayana. Early life seems typical, but nothing I can't work with." His eyes then widened. "Wait... What's this? Shot by an arrow... Healed and gained a Stand... Named Echoes... So there are others with special abilities like me!?"

He turned to Hazamada. "And he has one too!" Hazamada freaked out. Rohan flipped through the pages. "These others... Josuke Higashikata... Diane "Pinkie Pie" Hanasakura... Jotaro Kujo... Himari "Fluttershy" Kujo... Okuyasu Nijimura... Noriaki Kakyoin... Yukako Yamagishi... All these names! So many others! And this power is called a Stand! All of this starting from April of 1999!" He chuckled. "This is perfect! Just the inspiration I needed for my manga!"

He started reading through the information regarding each person's Stand. "Amazing... All these varied powers. It's like real-life psychics. Now I just need to borrow these memories for a little while. They'll become my new inspiration." He then saw Echoes Act 2 out of the corner of his eye. "Ah, so that's your Stand. According to your file, in this state it can create sound effects that cause events based on what the sound is. Hmm... Your personality is interesting. I can definitely use you."

Echoes tried to attack, but the shot missed. "Ah, one other thing I should mention...," Rohan said, "I can actually make my own additions to your character. Only one at a time, but that's enough to put a safety lock on your Stand. As I was looking through your memories about Stands, I put a little something in the margins." He pointed it out. Koichi could just barely see the writing, which read, "I cannot attack the mangaka Rohan Kishibe".

Rohan smirked. "So long as my Stand's power remains active, you won't be able to harm me no matter what you do. But as I said, I can only add one command at a time. If I write too many it turns your character into a fake, so as a safety precaution whenever I need to write a new command, the old one get erased." He quickly sketched Koichi and Echoes. "Now, onto you Hazamada." He looked through the pages on Hazamada's face and grimaced.

"Occasionally enjoys kicking creatures weaker than him?," he asked, "Once tried to rape a senior girl he liked, but was a coward and chickened out? Thinks the thrill from not knowing if anyone's watching while he adjusts his sweaty balls in class in the greatest? There's no way my readers would like a character like you!" Hazamada wept when he heard that. "Why are you even doing this?," Koichi demanded, "You're already a successful and wealthy mangaka."

"It's not about the money," Rohan explained, "It's about the desire to have my work read. That sensation when I get my manuscript completed and sent, ready for numerous manga fans... To me that's worth more than my entire capital. But it's a sensation that never lasts long. I sometimes hit a point where I feel like no one's reading my latest issues, so I lose my motivation for drawing. That feeling has been going on since my debut four years ago. Then, three months ago, I was shot with some kind of arrow. That's when Heaven's Door manifested."

"That must have been Keicho Nijimura," Hazamada realized. "Yes, I thought it was the same arrow," Rohan said, "I saw it in your memories. And now with this new knowledge..." He tore out a page from Koichi's face along a serrated line. "I have inspiration and reality that can keep my manga going for months!" He sent the two students off with their autographs, and missing their memories of the incident. 'I hope neither of them is in the habit of weighing themselves. Or they'll find something off from the loss of these pages.'

Things were getting weird for Koichi the next day. Not only did his weight have him at twenty kilograms lighter than he should be, but his body still felt heavy, and he found himself somehow walking to Rohan's house instead of school. This didn't go unnoticed by Yukako, who immediately told Pinkie, Josuke, and Okuyasu about it. "Now why would he be coming out here?," Josuke wondered. "Maybe it's a girl," Okuyasu said, only to get smacked in the back of the head by Love Deluxe. "Or maybe not!," he quickly corrected himself.

"Come to think about it," Pinkie said, "I caught Hazamada the other day. Somehow he had an autograph from Rohan Kishibe. When I asked where he got it from, he said it came from this house." She called out her Stand and had it hand her a telescope. "'Spy-scope'?," Yukako asked, reading the label on the side. "Patent pending," Pinkie said as she stretched out the scope to look in the windows, coming face to face with Rohan as he looked out a second floor window.

"Look who knows we're here," Pinkie said, "And it seems Rohan's a Stand user." "He is?," Josuke said in shock. "No other reason I can think of for why Koichi is lying on the ground with his face making a good impression of a book," Pinkie said, using a regular mallet she pulled out to stun Yukako and keep her from rushing in there. Inside, Rohan was sighing. "I'd nearly forgotten about Yukako's obsession with you. That must be how they noticed you coming here. I guess it would seem strange, since you don't normally skip school."

He looked at the telescope as it returned to Pinkie. "And now they know I'm also a Stand user. Well, I already know all about their Stands, and they don't know a thing about mine except for its effect." He turned back to his work and got a completed page as Okuyasu showed up in the second floor window. "Okuyasu!," Koichi said, "You guys came! I saw Pinkie's Stand just now!" "Okuyasu Nijimura," Rohan said, "Thanks to Koichi I know quite a bit about you and your Stand."

"For all the good it'll do ya," Okuyasu said as he had The Hand move to punch him. Rohan smirked as he grabbed a page from his manuscript at amazing speed, showing it to Okuyasu. Okuyasu gasped as The Hand started to crumble into paper scraps. "I wasn't planning on using you for my work," Rohan said, "I already learned about you from Koichi, but I suppose a bit of supplementary material won't hurt. But you weren't really planning on attacking, were you? You needed to know how my Stand works. Which means the other three are right outside."

"Actually, the other two," came Pinkie's voice from outside the door, "I left Yukako outside because otherwise she'd likely hurt us in the process of trying to get to you." "Ah, probably for the best," Rohan admitted, "I've read that her Stand Love Deluxe has enough power to crush a house when she gets really mad, and I personally like my home as is. Then again... You probably gave her permission to do that if you don't come out with Koichi within a certain timeframe, I'm guessing."

He then saw Pinkie was poking a mirror through the doorway. "I already saw you do it," Pinkie said, "You were fast about it, but I saw. You wrote that Okuyasu would immolate himself to death if we inconvenienced you. Take it off if you don't want your house destroyed." Rohan scoffed. "Please, I wrote that down to avoid it." "And it'll cause it if you don't remove it," Pinkie clarified, "Think about it. What's the power of my Stand?" Rohan blinked. "It creates a toon world parallel to the real one, doesn't it?"

"Good answer," Pinkie said, "And within that world, anyone I want can act like a cartoon character. So if Okuyasu lights up, not only will he survive, your house will get comically burnt to a frame of ashes." "Impossible!," Rohan retorted, "Your Stand can't override mine! I wrote that he'd commit suicide with this action! You'd need to be able to override other Stands, and as far as Koichi is concerned... You can't!" Pinkie grinned. "Hey, Koichi. We never told you the full story about the invisible baby, did we?" Koichi gasped, as did Rohan.

"Your knowledge is based off Koichi's memories," Josuke reminded him, "So if he doesn't know something about us, then neither do you. The truth is... Pinkie can override other Stand powers using her ability! So remove the command, then we'll fight." Rohan considered it. "You know what, I don't think I'll have to. If we're going to fight, then assuming you win it'll be moot whether or not I remove it, and if I win... Well that speaks for itself." Pinkie and Josuke shrugged at each other, then closed their eyes as they entered.

"Really pains me to do this," Pinkie said, "I'm a fan of your work too. But I have a plan in place should you try to use that fact against me." "You've already used Smile to remove your eyes harmlessly," Rohan surmised, "Still, it's an effective tactic. The question is... Did you do that with Josuke too? Let's find out." He threw a few pen nibs at Josuke, but they just impacted around him in a silhouette as he dashed forward. Rohan sighed. "Right, forgot about the toon world. But, I had a Plan B regardless."

He smirked as he held up the memory page from Koichi. "It says here Josuke flies off the handle whenever someone insults his hair." He grinned. "Hey Josuke, that hairstyle of yours is hilarious! It looks like something someone in the eighties or seventies would have! Way too out of style!" Pinkie facepalmed. 'The idiot... He doesn't even realize what a bad plan this is. Sure it may get him to open his eyes, but that's about it...' Josuke opened his eyes. "What did you say... Asshole!?"

"Oh you want me to say it again?," Rohan said, "Then let me make it clear." He got up and walked over. "That hairstyle just plain sucks. There's nothing cool about it at all, it just makes you look like an asshole. In fact, it looks like a dirty bird crawled up in their and died." Josuke fist clenched, and Crazy Diamond moved to attack. Rohan smirked as he whipped out his manuscript page and put it in front of his eyes. "I've won. Heaven's Door!" He got a big surprised when, instead of crumbling the way The Hand did, Crazy Diamond decked him in the face hard, and just kept punching.

"DORARARARARARARARARARARARARARARARARARARARARARARARARARARARARARARARARARARARARARARA!" Rohan went flying into his desk and shelf. He wound up buried under his furniture, his face now a mess. "Impossible...," Rohan said, "I put the manuscript in your eyes... You should have seen it... Why didn't you fall to Heaven's Door...?" Josuke was too busy trashing the room, not seeing where Rohan had landed. "Nah, he didn't see it at all," Okuyasu noted, he and Koichi having changed back to normal, "In fact, I'm pretty sure he can't see anything right now."

"Yep," Pinkie said, "Josuke's the sort of guy who goes into a blind rage if you blatantly make fun of his hair, rather than simply giving it disrespect." "Unreal," Koichi said, "I never knew he could get this mad." "It doesn't happen often," Pinkie clarified, "Most people stop after one rude remark when they see Josuke start to get angry. Rohan should have quit while he was ahead with the first few remarks, then he could've won. But he took it too far, and this is result."

The memory page from Koichi had fallen to the floor, and now flew back into his face, restoring him to normal. "Something not even Koichi knew...," Rohan realized, "That's why it wasn't in the file! But why would he fly off the handle so much over a hairstyle!? There must be a deeper reason..." "You really wanna know?," Pinkie said, "I guess I can tell you. This happened about eleven years ago. Josuke was four at the time, and had contracted a mysterious fever that left him between life and death for fifty days."

"Yeah," Koichi said, "The fever was caused by his Stand being forced to manifest when he wasn't ready for it, because of his Joestar blood and the existence of DIO." Pinkie nodded. "Of course we only learned that part after the fact, and it's not relevant to the reason regardless. During this time, Josuke's mom was trying to get him to a hospital, but Morioh was caught in a terrible snowstorm at the time, and her car was stuck. This was eleven years ago, so the town was still underdeveloped, meaning Tomoko couldn't call for an ambulance."

Her eyes closed. "That's when he showed up. In the dark and cold, he looked like a young man, but he was actually closer to middle-age. His name was Sanji Matsumoto, but we only met him for real recently. He was in the middle of a battle with a Stand user, the same one who created the blizzard. Sanji took off his uniform, and I'll never know for the life of me why Tomoko thought it was a school uniform, and told her to keep driving while he pushed the car. Josuke saw all this, and the one thing that stood out was Sanji's hair. It was the same hairstyle he would later adopt."

She folded her arms. "Sanji may not have saved Josuke's life, but he certainly helped him and his mother. From that day forward Josuke used the hairstyle in his honor, idolizing him for his actions and choosing to live by them. To this day, he can never forgive anyone who insults his hair, because its as good as insulting Sanji, the man he came to look up to." "I remember hearing that story," Koichi said, "But I never took it seriously." He then spotted Rohan with a pen in his hand. "Bastard!," Okuyasu said, "You still wanna fight!"

"No...," Rohan clarified, "I just need to write this story down before I pass out..." He laughed. "It's so moving... I'm so glad I came to this town..." "Jeez, no wonder he's a top-notch mangaka," Pinkie said. "At this point you kinda have to admire his attitude," Koichi admitted. At that point, Josuke appeared in front of Rohan, a menacing look on his face. "There you are, asshole!" Rohan freaked out. "You gotta admire Josuke too," Okuyasu noted. After that day, Rohan switched to a monthly schedule.