Omake 3: My Bizarre Stalker...1?

Original Idea from: Dyliokhan (SB)

Waking up with this dreadful headache sure was starting to put me in a bad mood this early in the morning.

There was silence and yet the sickness was still there to put me in a state of major distraction, enough to make me slow down in my efforts of getting up.

As my stretched arms slowly sunk back to the mattress, I felt something oddly soft standing beside me and covered by the sheets.

The open palm of my left hand was pressing on it, but not squeezing it as I was aware that until I was sure about what was going on, it was best to not trifle with fate itself.

I could recognize the texture of skin beyond the feeble fabric, enough to put me in quite the alarmed state.

Panic rushed right into my mind as I considered the circumstance, my brain picking the various possibilities that might have happened to me.

I had eaten normally like usual yesterday by dinnertime and the Hamon training with Muddiburi hadn’t left me overly-drained as the first times.

I had been drugged and… someone was sleeping beside me.

A woman, if the clue of this discovery was actually what I think it was, and that dreadfully brought me some scenarios that weren’t even close to good.

There were servants in the mansion, young women that were stuck in the social ladder and that were possibly endeared by the possibility of engaging in some romantic relationships with young lords with high chances of having a more than comfortable life.

I gulped nervously, my lips twitching in grand displeasure as I seriously hoped that I hadn’t been taken advantage about as that would have been… a horrible development for me, Dio, to actually consider.

But it couldn’t be possible, it just couldn’t!

In Canon, Dio and Jonathan never had to face this kind of issue, nor I expected George to not keep a mindful watch over any leeches trying to worm their way in his family’s home.

Yet, while these trail of thoughts were meant to reassure me that nothing fool was afoot, the more I dismissed these theories, the more I felt like I was starting to be left with no actual clue about what was going on here.

Just as I planned to make a quick rush towards the door, hoping to alert the owner of the mansion about this situation, I felt the warm body beside me stir a little.

A soft hum, one born from some happy sleeping, was the prelude for a the stranger to finally move out of the covers and reveal her identity.

A dark-haired head slowly pushed out of the warmth of the fabric, bright blue eyes starting to calmly open and stare right into my face.

There was a smile, her lips twitching in quiet amusement as she greeted with a small sigh.

“Good morning, brother.”

WHAT?!

No, there was no way that- she has the same length of hair as JoJo and- but he- she- Oh God!

The one I was staring at was what many could consider the genderbent version of someone I knew about, someone that wasn’t meant to be in my bed right now and… not as a girl at least.

I sweated cold, as the dread that had until now waited for the omen to unfold was already grasping over my panic and squeezing me for a reaction.

I, Dio, was starting to feel a little bit confused but immensely horrified by this discovery.

“Oh?” She hummed in minor surprise, her eyes landing right at my still hand as it was cupping not-so conspicuously part of her chest.

I forgot to move the hand. Now this is going to end poorly for me, with me either getting killed, exiled or maybe tortured by the Joestar Patriarch.

She blinked, her smile still there now increasing its intensity.

“Oh… my~.”

Did she just ‘Ara Ara’ in English?

N-No, I can’t just let this happen! I need to move before something else can happen in there.

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“I didn’t mean to-”

“It’s alright,” JoJo mumbled giddily. “I trust you, big brother. I know you didn’t mean to sully my innocent flesh.”

The emphasis was more than enough to put me on the edge, urging me to release my hold over her and retract my hand away from doing more harm.

What is going on? Some attack from one of my enemies? Was this the result of Wang Chan’s dark magic?

My mind was incredibly riddled by the frightened state I was, but the young woman beside me merely yawned cutely and snuggled closer.

“J-Jojo, you shouldn’t be-”

“Hmm, but it’s alright for siblings to share the bed,” She interjected with a huff, glancing up with a pouty look. “Plus, I proved you wrong about what you were saying about you liking more sleeping alone.”

...What?

“I mean, I had to dose your cup yesterday with something Papa is using with his sleeping problems and-”

“J-Jojo.”

The girl blinked, but she accepted the interruption with a stride. “Yes, brother?”

“Was this something perhaps called… Barbiturate, or Chloral hydrate?”

There weren’t many sleeping drugs/hypnotics that were available in this era and the ones that were there… I was sure couldn’t be used to induce sleep.

Both were deadly, with the latter having been rejected as a proper medical to use in any circumstance.

I was seriously hoping that it was the former since it didn’t have the same rate of deadliness as the latter.

“I… I think it was some herbs dad brought from some store in India,” She replied with a hint of uncertainty. “The shopkeeper said that it was fine to make use of those to reduce sleep problems, but that it had to be taken with some moderation. This is why I decided to use very little to merely have you sleep better… with me.”

So I was subjected to some mysterious drug that got me to sleep deeply enough for the girl to enter my room and get inside my bed.

I was starting to slowly calm down at the fact that I was still clothed in my sleepwear and that everything was there on me… but then I realized something I should have noticed way before this.

“Jojo… why are you wearing nothing?”

A little blush spread on her cheeks, as she still smiled giddily at the newest discovery I made.

“There was so much warmth and… I decided to merely remove some of my clothes so I could stay close to you… big brother.”

For as much as she was trying to make it sound like a normal thing, I was fairly sure, especially for this century’s standard, that what she was doing could be considered incredibly scandalous to deal with and…

I almost forgot that JoJo wasn’t much of a rule-follower of the 19th century’s etiquette.

Shit.

“JoJo, there is a limit to the affection a brother and a sister can have,” I tried to bring some sense to this insanity. “While you are correct that some siblings, at least until they are younger at the age of 10, can share the bed, it’s improper for a boy and a girl of our age to consider such an endeavor.”

There was a pause, her face now sporting a blank look and her eyes almost glowing with a strong hint of… something close to… anger?

Yet she didn’t speak, nor she tried to do anything in this pause, merely staring me intensively right at my face and… finally she smiled.

“I-I see,” JoJo admitted with a calm sigh. “I understand what you are trying to say.”

...Why she was still smiling so mischievously when- UH?!

I tensed up as she suddenly wrapped her arms around my neck and brought my face closer to hers.

“Then I guess… we will have to be much more than siblings~.”

I flushed red, my brain blanking out for a moment as the closeness was just too much to me at this point.

My hamon crackled, coating my body in new energy as I felt my tiredness I had been experiencing until now draining to nothing and soon I was left with a more attentive mind-

And then I woke up back in my room, alone and without any major noises rupturing the quiet of the place.

I blinked as I noticed the little sweat on my face, the blush on my face and… the lack of a certain gender-bent woman trying to do some stuff that are best keep unsaid.

Moments passed, I stared up at the ceiling in an effort to calm down and…

I sighed.

“I guess I should be more careful with Hamon Training… maybe something did happen there,” I whispered to myself as I started to prepare myself for what was going to be a long day… like usual.

Hopefully, I wasn’t going to face this kind of nightmares again…

I, Dio, wasn’t going to deal with that kind of developments. Especially not with a female version of Jonathan.