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Ōku Nomoji with Giorno Touched'byGold Giovanna.
April 16 ·
[~DIO Brando~]
[~C LO S E D R P ~]
{{ JJBA!AU! }}
Pain. Nothing but excruciating pain filled his heart, filled his soul, and spread throughout his body. Life's blood draining, body disintegrating... Burning sun...
NO! He was supposed to be immortal! He was supposed to be the King of this World! He couldn't allow himself to falter, couldn't allow himself to die, especially not after the battle that had ensued with those.. those... JOESTARS.
Suddenly, sweet, sweet shade covered his melting form, the ash slowly stopping from his disintegrating body. A savage sound escaped from the form as it slowly began to regenerate, bone and sinew forming once again as one of his forever loyal servants found him.
Sweet tent, full of darkness.. this was all he needed to continue to grow. All he needed to continue to be complete. Offerings of blood packets were sent under the tent, spilled around the 'corpse' so he could drink and regain strength, vampiric blood surging once more through veins of muscle.
Hours of the pain of regeneration continued until dark chuckles could be heard from underneath the material that protected him from certain death.. as material continued to grow that saved him from destruction. Finally, the cloth was lifted from him - it was finally dark in the Sahara Desert.
No longer in danger, the form of the other stood, clenching his fists and testing out the body of Jonathan Joestar - and now, completely DIO - seeing whether or not the form truly rejected him. A smile crossed his features as he finally realized that his goal had been obtained...
This body was now completely his!
"You have served me well, my servant," he stated, his tone turning softer with time. The charismatic devil was back, and in his hand was a grasp of a dream, of an ideal. He could not yet return to strip the Joestars of their glory; no. There were slight.. few changes to his ideals that he needed to handle first. One of which was the picture that the man that had found him had handed to him.
"So.. This is him, is it?" he asked, his voice never changing, his eyes only growing more insane as he glanced at the picture. The picture of a boy named Giorno Giovanna... The picture of a boy that, despite what others would say or think... was his son. He was only a few years old at this point; having been born in 1984, the raven-haired boy was still only a toddler.
Not really worth his time at this point. "Come along with me.. We will wait until the time is right."
----
Finally, time was summoned and changed before his eyes. After causing trouble in a small town called Morioh, he gave the Arrow that he utilized to initiate the Stand Creation Process from Enya - the old Hag - and relinquished it to a warrior he believed would be primarily perfect to the cause of their demise.
His loyal servant had unfortunately died in quite the accident one day after DIO's revival, but he had other eyes and ears all over the world that gave him information that he requested.. that offered to him the beautiful beverage of flowing blood.
His eyes narrowed at his newest information that was offered to him, a smirk crossing his features as he licked his lips. For this good news, the man would earn a quick disposal, nothing painful as a few of his earlier fellows had.
Stopping time, bending the man over a deep cauldron, DIO slashed his neck before time had even restarted, draining him of his lifeforce the second afterwards. It was wonderful, it was lively.. and it was the last drop of blood he needed to gain back full power from the final cremation he had almost gone through.
"He is in Italy instead of Japan now, is he?" he asks, swiping his tongue across his lips. "This... sounds like an ample opportunity to gather a new pawn to my side."
Dark chuckle emanating from the ancient English Castle that he had taken residence in - returning to his old roots - the entire weather seemed to turn dark and frightening, menacing, around the land he surveyed.
----
Dark night.. Finally, the private plane that he had entered was completely landed in Italy, around the area where he heard Giorno Giovanna and the so called Passione Gang remained. So his son wished to become a gangster? That was the story that was dancing around the neighborhood.
It made him smile even more. It seemed Giorno was already slowly starting to go down a dark path of murder and battle himself, and the fact he had a Stand.. he was truly his Father's son.
Exiting from the plane, he headed towards the last place he heard the golden haired boy had been residing.. Now.. DIO Brando, Vampire and Overlord of the World...
DIO Brando was going to see his son.
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Giorno Touched'byGold Giovanna
Giorno Touched'byGold Giovanna A fatherless child, unwanted and unloved by his mother trembles in fear underneath the covers at night, knowing his mother isn't home and unable to understand why. Why isn't she here, why aren't her arms around him? Where had she gone of too? What was more important to her than him? He could cry as much as he wanted, cry until his throat would go sore, until no more tears would roll down his reddened cheeks no one was there to hear his cries. It was useless to cry, all the small child could do was wrap himself in the covers and tremble as the darkness seemed to creep closer, and his mind played tricks on him. Young eyes trying to adapt to the darkness, the few objects in his room seemed to come to life at night. The shadow from the tree outside his window took the shape of a monster with long, bone-like arms and fingers. As the wind blew through the branches the arms of the monster moved, looking like they tried to get inside. Countless nights were spent alone, nights were he could only fall back asleep upon hearing his mother coming home when the first rays of light touched the world. But not even then would she check on him. Sometimes giggling could be heard, the running of feet hurrying into the room next to his.
When the boy was four the man that had repeatedly visited them married his mother, and thus did the boy become Italian like his stepfather. As much as his mother seemed to love the man he was by no means kind. The man would often beat his wife's child when she wasn't around and soon enough little Giorno Giovanna felt like he was the scum of the Earth. Unable to fully understand why people thought so badly of him. Even though his excuse for a family had a new member, Giorno was still just as lonely as before.
There were only two things he had from his real father; an old photograph and a star-shaped birthmark on the back of his neck. However, a few years after the marriage a gift that undoubtedly was inherited from his father made its first appearance. With only the pure will of wanting to aid the wounded man from he ones that wished to harm him did the power of his still slumbering Stand activate. Grass and flowers grew at an unnatural speed to cover and shield the wounded man from the eyes of his pursuers. Giorno had saved his life, the life of a member of the mafioso. In return for his life he kept an eye on the child, stopping his stepfather from beating him and the street gangs from picking on him. Life became easier to endure yet he was still alone.
The years passed and Giorno was sent away to boarding school; a quick and effective way for his parents to get rid off him. He lived alone in a very small room that had just enough room for an old bed, a desk and a drawer to keep his small collection of clothes. He was poor and never heard from his family again, which was probably for the best. He was rid off them and they off him, no longer was he at their mercy, finally he could live his life in peace. But that was easier said than done. The different gangs ruled the streets and the largest and most powerful one was Passione. They owned most buildings, restaurants and casinos. They forced people to pay for protection; Giorno was one of those people. Giorno did not have a job and earned his money from petty crimes such as stealing. Specifically luggage and passports.
Upon reaching his teenage years the power that had shown itself all those years ago manifested into a golden humanoid being. It was a bit taller than him, slender and shining like gold. Just like Giorno it had a couple of ladybug brooches and wings on its arms. Not knowing what it was but understanding that it came from him and that he could control it, it's power of turning objects into living organisms came of good use. Such a gentle and beautiful power of giving life was not only explored but also used for stealing, yet it would be a few more years until he learned of its full potential. Around the same time as the manifestation of his Stand his pitch black hair began to change. Slowly but surely it changed color into a golden blonde, matching his sapphire blue eyes; the eyes of Jonathan Joestar.
~
Night had since long fallen, the black sky was glistening from the stars and the empty streets lit up by the dim lights of the street lamps. Giorno Giovanna was now fifteen years old and not too far away from turning sixteen. A lot had happened within the span of two days. Leaky-Eye Luca was dead because of him, because he attacked the frog that had been created with the power of his Gold Experience. For the first time since he had received this ability was it used to harm another human being, and it was brutal. But not a single sign of emotion was shown from Giorno, the thug had it coming and had more or less inflicted the damage upon himself. Perhaps the ability to reflect whatever damage is done to his Stand had its roots in Giorno's past? However, Leaky-Eye Luca was not the only one to feel the power of Giorno's Stand that day, though he was the only one to perish from it. A certain Bruno Buccellati, another member of Passione, who had been sent to question Giorno about Luca's death experienced a whole different side of Gold Experience. Again Giorno's knowledge of his own Stand grew and he learned of what a punch from it could cause, and it was during that battle he learned about Stands. It was also the day his life took a drastic turn. By observing Buccellati, reading him during their battle he could quite clearly determine him being a good person and Giorno came up with an idea, a bold idea to overthrow the boss of Passione and put an end to the trafficking and drug dealing.
On the same day he had not only run into Koichi, who's luggage he stole and sold, but also joined the gang Passione under Polpo's command. There had been a battle, caused by the extinguishment of the flame, which triggered Polpo's stand. It murdered an innocent old man but with Koichi's help Giorno was able to defeat the Stand. Through Koichi, who had actually been sent to obtain a DNA sample from Giorno for Jotaro, he learned about the arrow. How being struck by it either killed you or gave you a Stand.
It was the day after. Polpo was dead because of no other than Giorno Giovanna, though he had made the fat man shoot himself with his pistol. A pistol Giorno had turned into a banana. He had met his the group he would hang around and in a few days they were to obtain Polpo's hidden treasure to have Buccellati rise through the ranks. One step closer to achieving their goal.
The dormitory area of the school was empty and it was way past the students curfew. If anybody saw him out here he would surely be in trouble. Buccellati had told him to return to his normal life for now, to attend school until they'd leave. Most of the lights in the male ward were out already, it was in the middle of the week and classes started early in the morning.
Giorno's green shoes silently echoed as he walked through the school gates and into the middle of the dormitory grounds. The blonde Italian soon came to a stop as an eerie feeling crept up his back. He could feel a presence closing in on him. It was odd and a completely new feeling almost like a ghost was haunting him. For some reason this feeling seemed to come from the star-shaped mark on his neck. Giorno turned halfway around, casting a gaze over his shoulder. A cold breeze blew through his hair. The muscle inside his chest beat rapidly and chills ran down his back. His body grew tense, his senses went on high alert, but he had new earned confidence in his Stand.
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Ōku Nomoji
Ōku Nomoji The boy was close; DIO could tell. His body was tied to Jonathan's the same as this one was to the boy's as well. It was strange, just how strong the bonds of blood truly were; how powerful and mesmerizing a bond of over 150 years could be. It was almost as though it were yesterday that he had completely stolen Jonathan's body on that fated ship crash, almost yesterday that he had been reborn from that coffin from the sea, almost yesterday that he had almost commanded all of the world... almost yesterday that Jotaro Kujo had finally defeated him, and by nothing more than a cheap trick.
Unfortunately, he could never tell exactly where a Joestar was, nor exactly whom. For all he knew, Jotaro or Old Joseph was somewhere in Italy, though that seemed to be far from the case. The last he had heard anything of those two formidable opponents, Joseph was old and decrept somewhere in America, and Jotaro was still wandering around Japan in a small town that he once had residence in - a town known as Morioh.
At least his chances of running into those two were slim; the last thing he wished for was for them to get involved with him before he was able to get the boy on his side. After all, blood was thicker than anything else. Giorno was his son; their ties would be far more impressive than the ties of the Joestar Family that he would have..
Let alone the fact that DIO was the master of Charisma! He could make even the most powerful of beings follow him, make them quake in awe, force them to believe in his own cause.. And if that wasn't enough, he had the promises of riches and gold beyond ones wildest dreams, and on top of that, he still had the wonderful ability of using his fleshbuds.
Fleshbuds, living cells of Lord DIO himself. Fleshbuds, those beautiful creatures that would drill down into the heart of one's brain, bring out even the most deadly of desires, the most extreme senses of loyalty, and the most perfect death upon extraction - or the leaving of them far too long.
The only one who seemed to have the ability to avoid the buds themselves, or extract them, was Jotaro, and that man was no where to be found. Nor was the last remaining member of the Joestar family that utilized Hamon, the one thing that could break down even the strongest of vampyric cells. In the end.. In the end, the plan was absolutely fool proof!
Even if Giorno was to decide to follow him, there was still the chance that he would go on ahead and implant a fleshbud anyway. DIO trusted no one. His most trusted advisor and comrade - the man that chopped off his own head so that DIO might be able to become whole again - had been destroyed by the sun during the final battle in Egypt over a decade ago. A decade that seemed to have lasted forever.
DIO himself couldn't believe that he had been out of the fight as long as he had been. He was one of the manipulating forces behind the events in Morioh and a few other places throughout time, but at the same time, he had never done anything specific himself to cause trouble for anyone, only biding his time to gain energy and plot out fully his next movements.
The next movements that would truly be able to gain him the soul of the world. After all, plummeting the world into darkness would be the most satisfying thing he could do. Not even the Pillarmen themselves were able to control it! Just wait until the perfect, the absolute, the wonderful DIO took over completely!
Continuing his walk towards where he felt the boy's presence grow, the vampire smirked a little more. Sundown, what a perfect time for him to have a little reunion with his blood child.
It is then that he sees him; blonde boy with a suspicious look upon his face. It seemed that he had found the new found power of being able to feel the Joestar line as well. Not stating a word, DIO will arrive to where he is, arms crossed upon his chest, eyes glowing eerily in the very night that was fast approaching.
So this.. is his child. He expected a little more, but it was his, there was no doubt about that.
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Giorno Touched'byGold Giovanna
Giorno Touched'byGold Giovanna There would have been an absolute silence if not for the young man's rapidly beating heart and shallow breathing. He held his breath for a moment, sharpening his hearing senses but whoever or whatever was coming closer wasn't making any sound. It was almost as if he's being delusional, imagining things. He may have killed Polpo not too long ago but the chances of anyone finding out it was murder and not suicide were as slim. So he wasn't being paranoid, but something was closing in. He could feel it in his blood.
Another breeze passed by, carrying the salty smell of the ocean through the air. A few fallen leaves flew past his feet. It was like his greatest fears as a child came to be reality. The fear of being all alone in the darkness with something unknown coming to get him. The mere feeling was eerie and having chills run down his back. But he was older now and stronger, and he had a stand, a means to protect himself should it be necessary.
A more distant streetlight began to flicker, the light bulb inside it was dying. It caught Giorno's attention. But not only was it oddly convenient but it also the direction the feeling was pointing to. At first it had been difficult to locate exactly from where someone was coming closer, but now he was practically looking at the direction. And within the flickering lights was where Giorno laid eyes upon him. At first it was only for a mere second, a blink of an eye that a person appeared in its light only to vanish just as quickly. Sapphire blue eyes widened and he furrowed his brows. The figure had appeared and disappeared too quickly for him to get a proper look, or perhaps it was just his mind playing tricks on him?
It happened again. The light flickered and the figure was still standing there, arms crossed over his broad chest, amber eyes that were like a flame glowed at him.
Upon another, third, look at the figure Giorno's already fair skin turned white as chalk. His blood ran cold and his eyes widened in terror. It couldn't be... The man standing under the dying light, it couldn't be /him/?
The teenager looked like he had just seen a ghost, which wasn't far from the truth. He somewhat recognized the man standing further away from him. That blonde hair, the glowing eyes... There was no doubt that it was the man from the photo. The photo in his wallet, the photo of his dead father. Giorno didn't understand, his father was supposed to be dead, he died 12 years ago. But that was all he knew about him, that and his name. Was he going crazy? Or was this a stand attack?
The blonde was sweating yet frozen in place. He couldn't move even if he wanted to. His lips parted to say something, though nothing but a puff of hot air escaped him.
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April 16 ·
[~DIO Brando~]
[~C LO S E D R P ~]
{{ JJBA!AU! }}
Pain. Nothing but excruciating pain filled his heart, filled his soul, and spread throughout his body. Life's blood draining, body disintegrating... Burning sun...
NO! He was supposed to be immortal! He was supposed to be the King of this World! He couldn't allow himself to falter, couldn't allow himself to die, especially not after the battle that had ensued with those.. those... JOESTARS.
Suddenly, sweet, sweet shade covered his melting form, the ash slowly stopping from his disintegrating body. A savage sound escaped from the form as it slowly began to regenerate, bone and sinew forming once again as one of his forever loyal servants found him.
Sweet tent, full of darkness.. this was all he needed to continue to grow. All he needed to continue to be complete. Offerings of blood packets were sent under the tent, spilled around the 'corpse' so he could drink and regain strength, vampiric blood surging once more through veins of muscle.
Hours of the pain of regeneration continued until dark chuckles could be heard from underneath the material that protected him from certain death.. as material continued to grow that saved him from destruction. Finally, the cloth was lifted from him - it was finally dark in the Sahara Desert.
No longer in danger, the form of the other stood, clenching his fists and testing out the body of Jonathan Joestar - and now, completely DIO - seeing whether or not the form truly rejected him. A smile crossed his features as he finally realized that his goal had been obtained...
This body was now completely his!
"You have served me well, my servant," he stated, his tone turning softer with time. The charismatic devil was back, and in his hand was a grasp of a dream, of an ideal. He could not yet return to strip the Joestars of their glory; no. There were slight.. few changes to his ideals that he needed to handle first. One of which was the picture that the man that had found him had handed to him.
"So.. This is him, is it?" he asked, his voice never changing, his eyes only growing more insane as he glanced at the picture. The picture of a boy named Giorno Giovanna... The picture of a boy that, despite what others would say or think... was his son. He was only a few years old at this point; having been born in 1984, the raven-haired boy was still only a toddler.
Not really worth his time at this point. "Come along with me.. We will wait until the time is right."
----
Finally, time was summoned and changed before his eyes. After causing trouble in a small town called Morioh, he gave the Arrow that he utilized to initiate the Stand Creation Process from Enya - the old Hag - and relinquished it to a warrior he believed would be primarily perfect to the cause of their demise.
His loyal servant had unfortunately died in quite the accident one day after DIO's revival, but he had other eyes and ears all over the world that gave him information that he requested.. that offered to him the beautiful beverage of flowing blood.
His eyes narrowed at his newest information that was offered to him, a smirk crossing his features as he licked his lips. For this good news, the man would earn a quick disposal, nothing painful as a few of his earlier fellows had.
Stopping time, bending the man over a deep cauldron, DIO slashed his neck before time had even restarted, draining him of his lifeforce the second afterwards. It was wonderful, it was lively.. and it was the last drop of blood he needed to gain back full power from the final cremation he had almost gone through.
"He is in Italy instead of Japan now, is he?" he asks, swiping his tongue across his lips. "This... sounds like an ample opportunity to gather a new pawn to my side."
Dark chuckle emanating from the ancient English Castle that he had taken residence in - returning to his old roots - the entire weather seemed to turn dark and frightening, menacing, around the land he surveyed.
----
Dark night.. Finally, the private plane that he had entered was completely landed in Italy, around the area where he heard Giorno Giovanna and the so called Passione Gang remained. So his son wished to become a gangster? That was the story that was dancing around the neighborhood.
It made him smile even more. It seemed Giorno was already slowly starting to go down a dark path of murder and battle himself, and the fact he had a Stand.. he was truly his Father's son.
Exiting from the plane, he headed towards the last place he heard the golden haired boy had been residing.. Now.. DIO Brando, Vampire and Overlord of the World...
DIO Brando was going to see his son.
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Giorno Touched'byGold Giovanna A fatherless child, unwanted and unloved by his mother trembles in fear underneath the covers at night, knowing his mother isn't home and unable to understand why. Why isn't she here, why aren't her arms around him? Where had she gone of too? What was more important to her than him? He could cry as much as he wanted, cry until his throat would go sore, until no more tears would roll down his reddened cheeks no one was there to hear his cries. It was useless to cry, all the small child could do was wrap himself in the covers and tremble as the darkness seemed to creep closer, and his mind played tricks on him. Young eyes trying to adapt to the darkness, the few objects in his room seemed to come to life at night. The shadow from the tree outside his window took the shape of a monster with long, bone-like arms and fingers. As the wind blew through the branches the arms of the monster moved, looking like they tried to get inside. Countless nights were spent alone, nights were he could only fall back asleep upon hearing his mother coming home when the first rays of light touched the world. But not even then would she check on him. Sometimes giggling could be heard, the running of feet hurrying into the room next to his.
When the boy was four the man that had repeatedly visited them married his mother, and thus did the boy become Italian like his stepfather. As much as his mother seemed to love the man he was by no means kind. The man would often beat his wife's child when she wasn't around and soon enough little Giorno Giovanna felt like he was the scum of the Earth. Unable to fully understand why people thought so badly of him. Even though his excuse for a family had a new member, Giorno was still just as lonely as before.
There were only two things he had from his real father; an old photograph and a star-shaped birthmark on the back of his neck. However, a few years after the marriage a gift that undoubtedly was inherited from his father made its first appearance. With only the pure will of wanting to aid the wounded man from he ones that wished to harm him did the power of his still slumbering Stand activate. Grass and flowers grew at an unnatural speed to cover and shield the wounded man from the eyes of his pursuers. Giorno had saved his life, the life of a member of the mafioso. In return for his life he kept an eye on the child, stopping his stepfather from beating him and the street gangs from picking on him. Life became easier to endure yet he was still alone.
The years passed and Giorno was sent away to boarding school; a quick and effective way for his parents to get rid off him. He lived alone in a very small room that had just enough room for an old bed, a desk and a drawer to keep his small collection of clothes. He was poor and never heard from his family again, which was probably for the best. He was rid off them and they off him, no longer was he at their mercy, finally he could live his life in peace. But that was easier said than done. The different gangs ruled the streets and the largest and most powerful one was Passione. They owned most buildings, restaurants and casinos. They forced people to pay for protection; Giorno was one of those people. Giorno did not have a job and earned his money from petty crimes such as stealing. Specifically luggage and passports.
Upon reaching his teenage years the power that had shown itself all those years ago manifested into a golden humanoid being. It was a bit taller than him, slender and shining like gold. Just like Giorno it had a couple of ladybug brooches and wings on its arms. Not knowing what it was but understanding that it came from him and that he could control it, it's power of turning objects into living organisms came of good use. Such a gentle and beautiful power of giving life was not only explored but also used for stealing, yet it would be a few more years until he learned of its full potential. Around the same time as the manifestation of his Stand his pitch black hair began to change. Slowly but surely it changed color into a golden blonde, matching his sapphire blue eyes; the eyes of Jonathan Joestar.
~
Night had since long fallen, the black sky was glistening from the stars and the empty streets lit up by the dim lights of the street lamps. Giorno Giovanna was now fifteen years old and not too far away from turning sixteen. A lot had happened within the span of two days. Leaky-Eye Luca was dead because of him, because he attacked the frog that had been created with the power of his Gold Experience. For the first time since he had received this ability was it used to harm another human being, and it was brutal. But not a single sign of emotion was shown from Giorno, the thug had it coming and had more or less inflicted the damage upon himself. Perhaps the ability to reflect whatever damage is done to his Stand had its roots in Giorno's past? However, Leaky-Eye Luca was not the only one to feel the power of Giorno's Stand that day, though he was the only one to perish from it. A certain Bruno Buccellati, another member of Passione, who had been sent to question Giorno about Luca's death experienced a whole different side of Gold Experience. Again Giorno's knowledge of his own Stand grew and he learned of what a punch from it could cause, and it was during that battle he learned about Stands. It was also the day his life took a drastic turn. By observing Buccellati, reading him during their battle he could quite clearly determine him being a good person and Giorno came up with an idea, a bold idea to overthrow the boss of Passione and put an end to the trafficking and drug dealing.
On the same day he had not only run into Koichi, who's luggage he stole and sold, but also joined the gang Passione under Polpo's command. There had been a battle, caused by the extinguishment of the flame, which triggered Polpo's stand. It murdered an innocent old man but with Koichi's help Giorno was able to defeat the Stand. Through Koichi, who had actually been sent to obtain a DNA sample from Giorno for Jotaro, he learned about the arrow. How being struck by it either killed you or gave you a Stand.
It was the day after. Polpo was dead because of no other than Giorno Giovanna, though he had made the fat man shoot himself with his pistol. A pistol Giorno had turned into a banana. He had met his the group he would hang around and in a few days they were to obtain Polpo's hidden treasure to have Buccellati rise through the ranks. One step closer to achieving their goal.
The dormitory area of the school was empty and it was way past the students curfew. If anybody saw him out here he would surely be in trouble. Buccellati had told him to return to his normal life for now, to attend school until they'd leave. Most of the lights in the male ward were out already, it was in the middle of the week and classes started early in the morning.
Giorno's green shoes silently echoed as he walked through the school gates and into the middle of the dormitory grounds. The blonde Italian soon came to a stop as an eerie feeling crept up his back. He could feel a presence closing in on him. It was odd and a completely new feeling almost like a ghost was haunting him. For some reason this feeling seemed to come from the star-shaped mark on his neck. Giorno turned halfway around, casting a gaze over his shoulder. A cold breeze blew through his hair. The muscle inside his chest beat rapidly and chills ran down his back. His body grew tense, his senses went on high alert, but he had new earned confidence in his Stand.
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Ōku Nomoji
Ōku Nomoji The boy was close; DIO could tell. His body was tied to Jonathan's the same as this one was to the boy's as well. It was strange, just how strong the bonds of blood truly were; how powerful and mesmerizing a bond of over 150 years could be. It was almost as though it were yesterday that he had completely stolen Jonathan's body on that fated ship crash, almost yesterday that he had been reborn from that coffin from the sea, almost yesterday that he had almost commanded all of the world... almost yesterday that Jotaro Kujo had finally defeated him, and by nothing more than a cheap trick.
Unfortunately, he could never tell exactly where a Joestar was, nor exactly whom. For all he knew, Jotaro or Old Joseph was somewhere in Italy, though that seemed to be far from the case. The last he had heard anything of those two formidable opponents, Joseph was old and decrept somewhere in America, and Jotaro was still wandering around Japan in a small town that he once had residence in - a town known as Morioh.
At least his chances of running into those two were slim; the last thing he wished for was for them to get involved with him before he was able to get the boy on his side. After all, blood was thicker than anything else. Giorno was his son; their ties would be far more impressive than the ties of the Joestar Family that he would have..
Let alone the fact that DIO was the master of Charisma! He could make even the most powerful of beings follow him, make them quake in awe, force them to believe in his own cause.. And if that wasn't enough, he had the promises of riches and gold beyond ones wildest dreams, and on top of that, he still had the wonderful ability of using his fleshbuds.
Fleshbuds, living cells of Lord DIO himself. Fleshbuds, those beautiful creatures that would drill down into the heart of one's brain, bring out even the most deadly of desires, the most extreme senses of loyalty, and the most perfect death upon extraction - or the leaving of them far too long.
The only one who seemed to have the ability to avoid the buds themselves, or extract them, was Jotaro, and that man was no where to be found. Nor was the last remaining member of the Joestar family that utilized Hamon, the one thing that could break down even the strongest of vampyric cells. In the end.. In the end, the plan was absolutely fool proof!
Even if Giorno was to decide to follow him, there was still the chance that he would go on ahead and implant a fleshbud anyway. DIO trusted no one. His most trusted advisor and comrade - the man that chopped off his own head so that DIO might be able to become whole again - had been destroyed by the sun during the final battle in Egypt over a decade ago. A decade that seemed to have lasted forever.
DIO himself couldn't believe that he had been out of the fight as long as he had been. He was one of the manipulating forces behind the events in Morioh and a few other places throughout time, but at the same time, he had never done anything specific himself to cause trouble for anyone, only biding his time to gain energy and plot out fully his next movements.
The next movements that would truly be able to gain him the soul of the world. After all, plummeting the world into darkness would be the most satisfying thing he could do. Not even the Pillarmen themselves were able to control it! Just wait until the perfect, the absolute, the wonderful DIO took over completely!
Continuing his walk towards where he felt the boy's presence grow, the vampire smirked a little more. Sundown, what a perfect time for him to have a little reunion with his blood child.
It is then that he sees him; blonde boy with a suspicious look upon his face. It seemed that he had found the new found power of being able to feel the Joestar line as well. Not stating a word, DIO will arrive to where he is, arms crossed upon his chest, eyes glowing eerily in the very night that was fast approaching.
So this.. is his child. He expected a little more, but it was his, there was no doubt about that.
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Giorno Touched'byGold Giovanna There would have been an absolute silence if not for the young man's rapidly beating heart and shallow breathing. He held his breath for a moment, sharpening his hearing senses but whoever or whatever was coming closer wasn't making any sound. It was almost as if he's being delusional, imagining things. He may have killed Polpo not too long ago but the chances of anyone finding out it was murder and not suicide were as slim. So he wasn't being paranoid, but something was closing in. He could feel it in his blood.
Another breeze passed by, carrying the salty smell of the ocean through the air. A few fallen leaves flew past his feet. It was like his greatest fears as a child came to be reality. The fear of being all alone in the darkness with something unknown coming to get him. The mere feeling was eerie and having chills run down his back. But he was older now and stronger, and he had a stand, a means to protect himself should it be necessary.
A more distant streetlight began to flicker, the light bulb inside it was dying. It caught Giorno's attention. But not only was it oddly convenient but it also the direction the feeling was pointing to. At first it had been difficult to locate exactly from where someone was coming closer, but now he was practically looking at the direction. And within the flickering lights was where Giorno laid eyes upon him. At first it was only for a mere second, a blink of an eye that a person appeared in its light only to vanish just as quickly. Sapphire blue eyes widened and he furrowed his brows. The figure had appeared and disappeared too quickly for him to get a proper look, or perhaps it was just his mind playing tricks on him?
It happened again. The light flickered and the figure was still standing there, arms crossed over his broad chest, amber eyes that were like a flame glowed at him.
Upon another, third, look at the figure Giorno's already fair skin turned white as chalk. His blood ran cold and his eyes widened in terror. It couldn't be... The man standing under the dying light, it couldn't be /him/?
The teenager looked like he had just seen a ghost, which wasn't far from the truth. He somewhat recognized the man standing further away from him. That blonde hair, the glowing eyes... There was no doubt that it was the man from the photo. The photo in his wallet, the photo of his dead father. Giorno didn't understand, his father was supposed to be dead, he died 12 years ago. But that was all he knew about him, that and his name. Was he going crazy? Or was this a stand attack?
The blonde was sweating yet frozen in place. He couldn't move even if he wanted to. His lips parted to say something, though nothing but a puff of hot air escaped him.
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