Omake 8: My Bizarre Stalker… 2?

Original Idea from: Dyliokhan (SB)

When I imagine a monster that I would genuinely be afraid of encountering in my dreams… I would think about Freddy Krueger.

The crass and insane killer was something that I had developed a temporary fear when I had decided to ‘test my bravery’ and watch Nightmare on Elm Street when I was a little older than ten.

A being capable of becoming your worst fear and kill you with it? Truly terrifying for a child to be even thinking about. But the truest fright didn’t come from the creativity of the disfigured murderer. No, it came from his capacity to deny one the chances of leaving the dreamworld and actively avoid getting killed by the limited bastard.

Now, the issue here as to why I’m referencing to this seemingly unrelated topic is… the nightmare I was currently trying to run away from. Sure, a female and cute Jonathan Joestar might appear endearing and lovely to a clueless spectator’s eye, but there were two things that made her adorable disposition vanish at those bestowed with a peculiar sight.

The first one… was the immense plant-like creature that was her Stand, which quickly reminded me of the overly-absurd and thankfully non-canon ability that the ‘first’ Joestar was capable of mustering thanks to the Arrow.

The second things was-

“Dio~! This isn’t the proper time for a fun chase~,” The girl shrieked in the middle of her giggles, sending numerous shivers down my spine. “I got the priest, Papa has accepted after some persuasion, and now we can proceed and become more than mere brother and sister~!!”

I was running, paying no attention of the madness unfolding behind me as Hamon continued to pump through my legs as to bolster my speed to inhuman level. I wasn’t even paying attention to the people nearby, knowing that nothing could save them from the monstrosity giving chase.

Too big, too strong- I knew that nothing in my current arsenal of impressive abilities could’ve disabled ｢Ultimate Hermit Purple｣ from continuing with its pursuit. The degree of destruction coming close behind me was enough to prompt me to intensify with my efforts to get away from that fucking thing!

I was already starting to freak out at the fact that I was supposed to find a way out of that maddening rush. The monstrous Stand and its crazy user weren’t relenting, and nothing here in London could technically damage such a humongous threat.

Note for the future: get some artillery pieces as soon as my economic and social capacity allows me to. Big cannons at that.

Just as I mused over this last detail, I saw a large green tendril slam into the building by my right side. The construction exploded in smoke and falling bricks which forced me to make a leap forward while holding my arms close and protecting my face and head.

The cloud of gray covered the sight the girl had over me, giving me the chance to take a sharp turn to the nearby alley and bolt as quickly as possible. The place was just too tight to accommodate that Stand and I was hoping that Yandere JoJo hadn’t noticed where I had gone after that attempt.

Silence was interrupted only by my steps as I made my way through the shadows and the puddles of dirty water. My heartbeat rumbled by my ears and throat as I finally slowed down at the lack of massive trashing happening close behind me.

It took me a while to actually trust the fact I had managed to shake off the crazy girl off my back. I paused, bending down to stare at the ground as I tried my best to recover from that insane marathon.

But just as I felt safe and away from danger, my panic swelled again the moment a soft hand reached me from behind, effectively shutting me from yelling at the situation, while another individual joined to bring me away from the alley and inside a building through the nearby backdoor.

Soon I was released, but not before I was pushed inside the large room there. The dim light forced me to adapt to the new situation, but my guard didn’t lower… until I noticed Hannah’s smiling face.

I blinked, my tension failing to lessen at the mere idea that there could’ve been more people with the same disposition as my former pursuer. “Hannah-” I addressed curtly, turning quickly to grace the second individual. Only to stop at the familiar/unfamiliar face I was bestowed with.

Her clothes- those almost made me blurt out a ‘Speedwagon’ at how closely those seemed to be the trustworthy blond gentleman’s… but the slimmer figure, the petite face and the skirt replacing his pants…

…

…

The scar was precise to an absurd degree.

…

“Speedwagon?”

Her brown eyes lit at the address. “Yes, Dio?”

Oh fuck. This- This makes things a lot more… interesting.

I, Dio, felt that the world was trying to balance Jojo’s crazy yandere tendencies with a Genderbent Speedwagon.

“W-What’s the situation?” I finally asked, drawing both women’s attention on me.

“Well, the city is being destroyed by some plant-like monster led by a girl wanting you for… something,” Hannah summarized as curtly as possible. “Actually, why is she trying to capture you, Lor- Dio?”

Strange, I wouldn’t have expected the dream version of my second second-in-command could’ve been so faithful for the real individual. Still, I didn’t linger further on that topic as I knew that there was something a little more important than this detail.

“She is my step-sister and… she’s trying to force me into marriage.” I dropped the revelation quickly, letting them experience some surprise for a little amount of time as I wasn’t done talking. “This is why, one way or another, we need to stop her.”

The girls recovered shortly after, with Speedwaif-Speedwagon taking the lead over the current state of orders. “What do we need to do? Surely, you’ve a plan to deal with her.”

The urgency of her tone was met with a nod as I pondered over what I was supposed to do to defeat something like ｢Ultimate Hermit Purple｣ in a normal situation. Fire was the first thing that came to mind, but there wasn’t a mean to produce that much fire in a short amount of fire.

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Heck, even boosting the process through the Spin and Hamon would still take too much time to build up the flames, and I didn’t have the means to keep the girl and her Stand still enough for that long.

The next idea was… actually sound.

Considering the streets I’ve been forced to run thorough, I knew that we were close to the Thames. The river had a few bridges connecting parts of London together and… some bridges were older than others, which meant that those weren’t capable of holding well against a powerful blast.

“Do we have some explosives?” I asked quietly and half-distractedly.

Speedwagon nodded. “I think we have something there,” She stated resolutely. “Any reason why?”

I merely smiled, explaining what my ambitious plan to take down the vine monster was.

Two hours later and an immense amount of dread forming at the fact I had to be the bait for this time-sensible plan, I found myself standing in front of the bridge.

Then the earth started to shake as from the other side of the river, a kilometer away from where I was, I could see something big, crazy and murderously in need to dispense some loving making its way toward me.

I tensed up a little bit, my orange eyes widening as I started to see the small speck that was JoJo rushing quickly and relentlessly.

I couldn’t hear much through that massive noise, but by the time I could see her lips and the strange repeated word being uttered by the Yandere.

‘Mine.’

I shivered again, but I felt a sliver of confidence form as I saw Hannah waving in my direction and alerting me that the preparations were done. The bridge was primed to explode quite soon. It was now a matter of luck and dumb dream variables.

This was a dream, or rather a nightmare. Everything was now pointing at that and, hoping to be correct over this matter, I braced for an eventual failure in case my hopes had been misplaced on this plan.

Still, Jojo didn’t seem to notice anything. In fact, the moment my frame became more visible to her, her speed picked up in an absurd manner.

I wanted to really run at this point, but considering the situation I was betting on, I couldn’t afford to leave my trusted and loyal followers behind like this. I would need to cover for their escape if things went south really hard.

Surprise exploded within me the same way the bridge did as the mad Stand User was half-way to cross the bridge. Blue eyes widened in shock at the sudden conflagration tearing apart the ground below her feet. She ‘eeped’, but the smoke covered for her fall as I started to approach, knowing that things weren’t going to be over with that mere fall on the river.

As cold as the Thames was, Jojo should be now capable of swimming and thus avoid drowning at this fall. Speedwagon and Hannah were already on the scene of the ‘crime’, prepared to subdue the girl in case she was still hanging somewhere in there.

Once I was there, I got sight over the situation and… frowned. Jojo was… bawling. Her arms were tied close to her waist thanks to a rope employed by the blonde, trying to shake the stronger woman off from her body. It looked like a hug from the distance, but it seemed more of a forceful grasp to keep the younger female from mustering her Stand once again.

“D-Dio! Get her off! She is groping me- pervert- crazy pervert!”

I could easily see that it wasn’t the case. Speedwagon’s hands were perfectly meeting by Jojo’s upper shoulder, and the only thing I could barely consider as ‘groping’ was the fact the blonde was forced to keep herself close to the struggling woman.

Despite the fact the accusations were false, the former gang leader couldn’t help but blush as she gave me a serious but embarrassed look.

“T-This is false! D-Dio, I’m not-”

“I’m aware that you’re not molesting her, Speedwagon,” I interjected calmly, while my brain was putting utmost care to suppress the need to groan at both girls’ cute expressions. Jojo was easier considering the rampage she had just executed through London, the blonde was a little more difficult to think less about.

“Still, I think it’s time to address the disappointing thing you just did here, Jojo,” I muttered dryly, gaining the blue-haired teen’s attention.

“W-What disappointment? I did nothing-”

“Look around, dammit!” I exclaimed with barely-veiled fury, aiming my open palm over the destruction left on her wake. “Don’t you see the kind of damage you’ve done in the capital? The lives lost? The fact you did things to your father- and I don’t even want to know how you convinced a sane priest to wed two underage individuals-”

“I-I think he knew about you- Kind of strange since he started to muse loudly about you-”

“As I’ve said, I don’t care,” I rebuked irritated, unwilling to even accept the fact that a certain priest was actually on the loose now of all times. I don’t need to deal with Pucci after the bullshit I had to go through. “You’ve still hurt people, Jojo. You said you wanted to be a gentlelady, and yet you can’t help but try to accuse someone like Speedwagon of such heinous claims.”

The yandere flinched, while the blonde blushed again, this time at the implicit compliment thrown her way.

“J-Just, don’t try anything now,” I concluded with a resolute tone. “I will think about your proper punishment-” While also planning out my way out of this nightmare.

I sighed, unwilling to be influenced by the downtrodden state the blue-haired girl appeared to be as I looked away from her and… right at a nervous-looking Hannah.

“Is everything alright, Hannah?” I inquired quietly, still draining the fury that was bubbling in my chest.

“Just a little… shaken by the explosion,” The young woman confessed softly, and now I noticed that she was trembling a little bit. “I’m fine.”

…

“Do you need a hug? You seem paler and-”

“I don’t want to ask that much. It wouldn’t be right for me to ask that since… this happened,” She indicated the depressed-looking Jojo.

“You wouldn’t be asking for too much. We’re friends and… You need to hold on something,” I pressed on with legitimate concerns. This was the first time she had seen this big of an explosion and perhaps an embrace would also help me find a balance through that anger inside my body.

She didn’t protest any further, but just as I felt her arms wrap around my neck while I had mine around her waist- I felt the world twisting as London disappeared from my sight.

I blinked awake and I, Dio, found myself staring at the familiar ceiling of my room.

I stared at it for a while, getting my entire mind collected and stabilized now that the crazy dream was done for. I felt my body tense and sweaty… but also, I could feel that there was some pressure down below my waist and… within my pants.

I frowned, then face-palmed.

I, Dio, refused to call that madness a convoluted wet dream just to experience a simple hug from Hannah.