the FATE which still remains

closed w/ @oceanoman

     “... Is that so?” Jotaro looks down at her, the heavy shadow of his hat hiding his eyes from plain sight. His hands were in his pockets, but his voice held a firm tone as to show he wouldn’t accept any half-assed excuses. There was no mistaking it, he’s seen it with his own eyes: that woman was draining the rabbit in the same manner DIO used with his grandfather back in Cairo. Paying close attention, he would notice a flash of overly sharp fangs among her teeth. He huffed. This could only mean...

Yes! A direct blow! Powerful enough to send Jotaro back through the window of a shop. There were many of plain buildings lined on this street, not that it particularly bothered DIO, as his mind was in a different place all together. It was just different from Cairo. DIO lets out an ecstatic laugh as The World lands a blow on Jotaro. Time resumes as contact is made and the glass from the broken window falls at the same time as the rain begins resuming. DIO can swear the punch sounded like a roaring thunderbolt. DIO approaches the shop window and picks up Jotaro’s hat that had happened to fall off during the blow. He let out a ‘tsk’ before throwing it through the broken window and too Jotaro.

     Through gritted teeth, Jotaro is unwillingly thrown across the street as time resumed. A stinging pain set in the back of his head when his body collapsed against the glass. His heart was beating faster and faster, this situation being all too familiar... and honestly, incredibly cruel. As DIO laughed, the marine biologist took the least time possible to get himself back on his feet, ignoring the mess that had startled the attendant of this shop. Taking a glance at the hat that was thrown in his direction, he then shot a glare towards the vampire. “You’ve also made a grave mistake... DIO.” A hand raised to point at him.  “You’ve approached me.”

“I’m afraid not Jotaro, you see it’ll be YOU that gets sent to the burning pits of hell. I’ll see to it personally.” DIO clenches his fist, boiling rage pumping through his veins. He can’t wait any longer, His cape gets thrown off. The vampire lunges for his prey with a burning hatred that’s now spiraled out of control, a decade, DIO’s been waiting a decade for his chance at revenge and he won’t make the same mistakes as last time. If Jotaro is pretending to be dead, he’ll rip out his still beating heart. If Jotaro is crushed under an oil tanker, then DIO will check to make sure Jotaro is a splat! More importantly-

     His enemy’s demeanor had changed. Jotaro still remembered vividly what happened in Cairo, ten years ago, but now, DIO seemed much more erratic, and downright feral in the way he spat and threw his threats. He had no idea how this was even possible, but honestly, if one lingered too much about what brought his enemy back from the dead, they would be the first one to die. When he charges forward, Jotaro set his bag aside and leaned with determination in his voice. He needed to stop time... now, now, now, no--