Jotaro's unflinching gaze bored holes into me, but I was unfazed.
"No." He said to my demand, refusing to kowtow. I couldn't blame him, so I shrugged and spun around to take my leave. Several seconds passed as I walked, until he called out, "Wait!"
I stopped and looked behind me. Josuke and Okuyasu were helping each other stand while Koichi still sat on the ground, his eyes flitting from person to person trying to deduce what happened while he was unconscious.
"Who are you?" Jotaro questioned, his tone like stone that left no room to disagree.
But I couldn't just say my name was Alan. That was so boring and plain, like eating a slice of white bread with nothing on it, not even toasting it.
So I channeled the power of CHEAP-K3, and time ground to a halt, giving me plenty of time to think up a new designation. Not that I affected a cosmic force just for that, of course; I also wanted to see how long it would last, and what it felt like. Important testing!
As I took in the still sight of the four former stand users, the trees paused mid sway, even a fly floating in the air down the street, I knew exactly what it felt like:
Omnipotence.
Well, maybe not that extreme, but it was still a heady feeling. I took a step forward, stopped, then stepped back to my initial position. Then I shook my head and walked forward; it would definitely be cooler if I introduced myself with a flare of power, and what power was better than stopping time?
Many, I supposed, but it was still a very useful ability. And, of course, only Jotaro would know that I stopped time, but he was who I was introducing myself to...
Who am I though? I hadn't ever thought about it; I'd always been ol' Alan, but now? I didn't feel like Alan, I felt like something more, becoming even greater. So forget who I am and who I was, who will I become? Wasn't that most important? What I would become was harder to figure out than what I currently was, especially considering all the possibilities my expanded future had, but it wasn't impossible.
I wanted power, and I had the means to get it, through stealing capabilities and traveling the multiverse, although that hurt my brain to really think about; any universe was incomprehensibly vast, and the multiverse, or omniverse, was like... Infinite universes. I couldn't quite wrap my head around it.
So what would I end up becoming, with all that potential? A god of some sort, I was counting on that at least, but that was more a matter of power level than anything else. I wanted to be powerful, but more than that, I wanted freedom. Freedom from rules, freedom from reality, death, life... Everything.
But power and freedom went hand in hand; freedom required power, and what purpose was power without the freedom to use it? So I needed a name that was, what, powerful?
I pulled at my hair with both hands and groaned in frustration. It must have been at least a couple minutes if I had to guess; I, of course, didn't know the exact subjective time that had passed, because I couldn't count while trying to think so hard, and a watch obviously wouldn't work. When I had paused time, I expected myself to think of a name in a matter of seconds. I was glad that, at the very least, CHEAP-K3's time stopping abilities were vastly superior to Jotaro's, or even Dio's...
But Dio would have eventually been able to stop time forever, right? Was I already at that point, with my boosted resistance and stand?
I shook my head in an attempt to redirect my train of thought back to the matter at hand, disregarding the possibility that I could stop time forever; considering I had 42 resistance capabilities, and five stands, I couldn't imagine being able to stop time for more than five minutes, if even that.
Name, name, name... Power. I wanted a name that would make people go, "Oh, this guy is either really full of himself, or able to end the world. Or, even worse, both."
A world ending, apocalyptic name was what I--
Time resumed against my will, slipping out of my ironclad grip.
I had been pacing behind Jotaro; my plan was to whisper my name in his ear, have him spin around in shock while I, at the very same moment, stopped time once again and returned to where I had stood when he first asked the question.
But my slow dilly-dallying brain fucked it all up.
Jotaro took a second to look side to side, then spared a glance behind him, an unamused look on his face; I waved at him, but his expression didn't change a bit. He stared at me for a solid seven seconds, then turned around to face me.
And I had only one name that I could think of.
"You can call me Rapture."
His eyes narrowed, "You're American?"
For a moment I was confused, then realized I had spoken my name in English, which then made me realize I must have had a perfect Japanese accent when I spoke it. Fuck, he totally didn't get my name, did he? What a waste of time.
"I'm not from around here, Jotaro Kujo." I said, attempting to project cool and mysterious while subtly hinting at my outer-versal origins.
Jotaro's face went dark at the mention of his name. "You know who I am... Are you one of Dio's spawn?"
I blinked, "Well, no. I mean, I guess I'm kind of a vampire, but not one like that; I'm more of a, uh, interdimensional vampire, y'know?"
"No, I don't." He answered with a straight face. A moment of silence reigned, stretching forward into the next moment, then the next, until far too many seconds of silence had passed and Jotaro chose to speak once again, "What's your goal here, Rapture?"
Damn it, was that the best I could come up with? I mean, I didn't hate it, but it sounded so edgy when I heard it out loud. Or maybe that was just because Jotaro said it?
Pushing that to the side, I gave Jotaro a shrug. "Don't know. Actually, scratch that, I have one stop to make here, but more importantly, how long does it take to fly to Italy from here?"
He stared at me, and I wasn't sure if he was going to answer or say a single word, but he eventually relented and gave me a lackluster, "About fifteen hours..."
I tapped my chin; that was a bit long. Not my chin, the flight duration. I wondered if it wouldn't be faster to kill everyone in Morioh for their speed capability, then just run there...
"I don't like that look on your face..." Jotaro muttered, which told me I was onto something.
How fast did an average human run? Fifteen miles-per-hour? Capabilities stacked linearly it seemed, so I wouldn't even have to kill everyone in the city to outrun a plane. Maybe just one hundred? That'd be 1,500 mph, and Italy is, what, a quarter way around the globe? Circumference of Earth was ten or twenty thousand miles, so at that speed it'd take me a few hours to get to Italy.
That was fast enough for my taste.
A grin lit my face as I chuckled. "Hey, Jotaro, I know what I'm gonna do today~"
He clenched his fists, but didn't say anything.
Oh well, he'd learn about it eventually.
But first...
"Jojo, say, how old are you?"
Again with the silent treatment; he just stared at me for reasons unknown. Maybe he was trying to figure out what game I was playing? I didn't think he knew about my mind control, so he was probably just brooding.
"C'mon, Jo-jo-jo, let me guess, you're 30?"
After a beat, he made the rookie mistake of answering. "I'm--"
His face slackened as my mind control took hold.
I laughed out loud and pointed at his face. "You fool! You fell for the classic blunder! The oldest trick in the book!" My eyes looked over Josuke and Okuyasu, who stood there watching me, waiting to see if the wild Alan animal (Alanmal, if you will) was going to attack or leave them alone. To be honest, I would have expected them to try attacking me, but without their stands, and likely piecing together what happened even if they didn't know the how, it wasn't surprising that they'd just stand there.
Seeing them, however, made me think of a new idea, instead of just ordering Jotaro to walk to Rohan's home. I summoned CHEAP-K3, its mix-matched pale blue-and-pink form emerging from me, and made it lift Jotaro up in the air; to the standless, bitchless Josuke and co. it would look like Jotaro was telekinetically suspended above the ground.
I shifted my pointing from Jotaro to Josuke and demanded, grin still plastered on my visage, "Tell me where Rohan Kishibe is and I'll spare Jotaro's life."
"Go to hell!" Okuyasu barked as Josuke gritted his teeth, his fists clenched at his sides.
"Y-Yeah! Fuck off!" Koichi yelled, spurred on by Okuyasu's own expletive.
I held a hand over my heart, "Language, Koichi! I just want to know where your friend lives, to relieve him of his stand... Unless you want me to relieve Jotaro of his life?" I tilted my head and gave them a questioning look.
"I'll tell you." Josuke got out through clenched teeth. "Put him down first, and undo whatever spell you put him under, then I'll take you there myself."
I waggled a finger at him, "No, no, if I wanted to be led there I would have made Jotaro start walking. I know what it looks like, just point me in a direction and I'll disappear... And reappear instantly if you tried to trick me; I can do what Jotaro can do now, but much, much better. If I have to do that, then I'll kill Koichi." I lied as easily as I breathed.
Josuke clearly wanted to say something offensive, but he displayed an impressive amount of restraint, and caved in to my demands.
Rohan's house was just as I remembered it; a big boxy building with mostly-green roofing and white walls. Time remained frozen as I entered by having CHEAP-K3 punch Alan-shaped hole in the front door. My steps took me around the first floor, but there was no Rohan, so I made my way upstairs.
I thought for a second that he may not be home, but I soon found him in the bathroom, sitting on the toilet.
My teeth found his neck and took a bite; blood, of course, didn't spurt out. I had to suck him hard, his neck I mean, to get the faintest drop of blood. It tasted good, as usual, better than blood should taste...
But nothing happened.
I swiped my finger across my tongue and brought it to my eyes so I could inspect my fingertip just to make sure that, yep, there was indeed blood in my mouth, but no capabilities, no rush of pleasure, accompanied the red liquid. I glanced at Rohan as I considered unfreezing time then and there, but I figured it would be more polite to--
Time unfroze.
"Fucking damn it--"
"What the fuck?!" Rohan shouted, scrambling to stand up, reflexively summoning Heaven's Door as he pulled his pants up.
But the pleasure had already hit me. A thousand capabilities descended, and my heart latched onto the obvious, stand-flavored one.
I blinked a few times as I found myself back in the bathroom, Rohan staring at the spot where Heaven's Door had been like he had seen a ghost, his pants up but undone. I supposed, in a way, he had seen a ghost.
CHEAP-D3K appeared before me so I could look it over; it was much the same, but it had gained a white coat and yellow lines on its face. The coat was much like Heaven's Door, but it lacked the yellow trim and bowtie, and left my stand's front completely exposed as the garment hung open.
"Sorry, Rohan, but at least I didn't splatter your brains across the wall, right?"
His eyes darted to mine, his mouth agape as he stared at me, hands still clutching the hem of his pants.
"Uh... I'll let you finish your shit, then." I dipped my head in a polite bow before leaving, making sure to have CHEAP-D3K close the (heaven's) door behind me.
I sighed. That was quick, but as far from smooth as possible. I'd have to just go for the kill next time, instead of bothering a man mid-shit...
Now, I needed to kill a lot of people and run several thousand miles across the globe, lest I was forced to waste half a day on a flight.