Omake 1: Where the Spin goes Bizarre

Original Idea from: Legendar-NOT (Space Battles)

It was late at night, just an hour after dinner, and I was enjoying some rest by lying over my bed.

I was feeling particularly tired after a day spent training the Hamon by the local river, my entire body feeling sore and in need of some sleep after this long day.

A yawn left my lips, but my mind was far from tired enough to contemplate some early slumber, my brain still active after such the lack of interesting things to do.

Humming quietly, I glanced by my bedside and noticed with a certain interest the steel balls I’ve started to accumulate in the last few days, the need of having those perfectly-shaped spheres for the usage of the Spin giving me a certain addiction.

It wasn’t anything bad to my body, my health or even something that was dangerous in general.

I took one in my fingers and, without thinking too much about it, started to apply some spinning to it.

The familiar energy started to flow, the curious hue coming from it lulling me in a state of peace and relax.

I yawned again, my eyes moving away from the spinning ball and up to the ceiling as I started to slowly lose myself in my thoughts.

I started to think about earlier that morning, right by the beginning of breakfast.

We were all enjoying our own peace and quiet, once or twice the patriarch of the Joestar family giving some words about his current state of things, maybe while also putting pressure on his son about my achievements and urging some more efforts from him, to which Jonathan couldn’t help but just nod at.

I was carefully drinking some tea, thinking about how I should have trained for the planned Hamon session, when I glanced right at George and… noticed the curious shape of his mustache.

I had realized since the first day that the man was used to drop some milk in his tea, maybe as a mean to wake up quicker instead of having more than one cup considering how sweet and warm the milk was.

This morning, much to my immense surprise and hidden amusement, after just taking a long sip from his cup, the nobleman had been blissfully unaware that the milk that had remained on top of the liquid had somehow managed to reach his mustache, tainting it with white and… making is fluffy at the same time.

JoJo realized what was going on with his father moments later but, differently than how I reacted to it, he didn’t spare himself from chuckling at the scene much to the confused look coming from the older Joestar.

George looked immensely confused about it all and remained so until one of the older butlers decided to point out the issue in question while also providing him some mirror to look at himself.

The man blinked twice before snorting himself and shaking his head in minor mirthfulness.

“I just look like Santa.”

“T-That’s what I was thinking about, father,” Jonathan added with an entertained tone before being forced to lift his hands to his mouth to keep himself from laughing at the scene, much to his father’s growing embarrassment.

In that very moment, the old man turned his attention to me and blinked.

“What do you think of this, Dio?”

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The query was partly-expected and I was ready to say that he did indeed look like Santa but just as I opened my lips to say this… I found my brain giving me another picture of someone that now seemed fairly similar in terms of beards.

Nigerundayo!

N-No, I refuse to accept that there can be this stark resemblance between George and Joseph.

Double no!

“I-It looks like Santa- I’m sorry if-”

“No, no, it’s alright.”

The scene ended before it could turn awkward, the day ensued in a smooth and uneventful manner, concluding with me lying on my bed and thinking about beards.

I had some before being inserted here. Something left untouched as it was fairly short and I didn’t have any reason to style it in any specific versions.

I could also remember scratching at the bit below my chin as a relaxing action while thinking deeply about something and… I guess I was starting to miss it after just some time without those.

I sighed tiredly, leaning deeper in my pillow while trying to move my hands away-

While forgetting that I had the Spin still ongoing during my brief trail of thoughts.

The accumulated energy didn’t dissipate by the moment I removed my hands away from it, the sudden development causing the pent-up stress to imbue into the sphere before exploding in numerous shards that seemed to shatter the window nearby.

I almost gave out a frightened whimper at the sudden loud noise and the destruction of the window, my hands rushing to my face to see if any of the metal splinters had reached there, maybe cutting somewhere without me noticing.

Instead of feeling any cut, I felt my lower face rather… fluffy compared to how I had left it just mere hours ago.

I glanced down, my orange eyes noticing in dread the noticeable amount of blond hair appearing right near my mouth-

Oh NO!

Before I could have thought more about it, I felt footsteps rapidly approaching the door of the room and then… this happened.

“Dio! What’s wrong? I’ve heard a loud noise and-” Jonathan stopped, his entire posture tensing up in shock at the sight he was presented with.

I don’t know if it was the golden beard, or maybe because I looked fairly shell-shocked myself, but the boy blinked and… looked happy.

“Y-You are Santa!”

NO, I’M NOT!

“Jonathan,” I said with my most stern of voices, catching the young man from continuing with this madness as I was already regretting having taken this stupid addiction. “You will now return to your room, get yourself a good rest and this has never happened.”

Not dangerous my new beard!

“B-But what about-”

“If you don’t want to have coal for next Christmas, you better be behaving well, young man-”

The door slammed shut at that as the boy rushed out in a fearful state, a muffled I’m Sorry still reaching my ears while I prepared some more Spin energy to fix this madness.

I, Dio, reject the aspect of a beard for the Greater God!