by Tari Gwaemir
Joseph's childhood in England.
Joseph Joestar first discovered the ripple at the tender age of nine, when he came across an older boy beating a puppy with a stick. The puppy yipped weakly but was too hurt to move; behind the boy, a girl sobbed as she pleaded with him to stop.
"Hey, what's going on here?" he demanded.
The boy smirked and prodded the puppy on the ground with the end of his stick. "What does it look like?"
"Stop it, Reggie, haven't you done enough already?" The girl gave a loud sniffle and looked up hopefully at the newcomer.
Joesph rolled his eyes. "My grandma Erina says real men shouldn't beat up animals or make girls cry." With that, he grabbed the other end of the stick and pushed. He felt his breath hitch into a different rhythm, as a strange sort of energy seemed to fill his arm--
The boy fell on the ground, howling and clutching his broken wrist. The girl clasped her hands together and looked up at him with starstruck eyes. "Thank you, brave stranger, for saving my poor Twinklebell!"
Joseph scowled as he carefully scooped up the injured puppy. "The name's Jojo. And I didn't do it for you, ugly."
The girl's eyes filled again with tears. "But--"
He cut her off, "Weren't you a useless crybaby, standing by and doing nothing while your 'Twinklebell' nearly died." He stuck out his tongue at her and walked off with the dog in his arms.