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Wake up.

“... !!”

They are awake! Thank you for waking them, Mister President.

“Mm...~”

Scratching behind their head, they suddenly unveil (wow! ooh! ahhh! wow!) an envelope from seemingly nowhere. Extending it out towards Valentine, they’ve become a little too busy with rubbing the sleep out of their eyes with their free hand. A muffled yawn escapes.

Oh NO! Mr. PRESIDENT???

Quick, act casual!

Snatching a nearby fan that had been lying within reach, a flick of a wrist snapped open the thin sheet and held it to cover the lower half of his face. Batting his eyelashes, confidence ran thick that he surely couldn’t be recognized after all this work put into his disguise. That didn’t mean he couldn’t play up the part a bit, forcing a giggle in that same falsetto voice.

Who knew the white house decorated for Christmas? Then again, it wasn’t like Diego was allowed in anywhere as important as this place. He still hadn’t earn the chance to see the Queen after all. 

Though since the house decorated for Christmas, Diego had quietly put up some mistletoe under the doorway, noticing the other was likely distracted and busy with last minute festivities. 

Pulling the man by his own shirt, lips crash against his. It didn’t matter if he was mid-speech to say he didn’t have time for a kiss, he was going to get his kiss if the president was going to be so rude as to not gift him Manhattan once again. 

|| Fleetwood Mac Starters  | @usfv​ asked: “Everybody’s trying to say I’m wrong.”

   “Are you really though?”

 Her eyes narrow on the public figure, keeping a good distance between them for her own safety. She’d heard little of him in terms of the his involvement in the race, but it was enough to know she needed to be cautious despite the praise Roosevelt had given of Valentine in their letters recent letters. She had a bad feeling about this.

Damn that Dio. Just when he thought he had gotten rid of him for good, it seemed that fate would have a different idea for him. Not even a full week after he had defeated Dio and burned his notebook, the world had been ripped asunder. This was done by none other than the very man he had only just defeated. The catch was that the Dio that they were facing off against now seemed to be from another world. A different dimension, one that had ran parallel to the one that he occupied. The Dio from that world had achieved the maximum power of his stand. He had been able to ascend to a high level of existence so to speak, just as the journal Jotaro had read spoke about. Using the power of his stand to achieve something that nobody could ever imagine. A power beyond any stand that existed, even Star Platinum: The World. Dio had managed to convert his stand into a power that could rewrite time and override events that had already happened. Slowly rearranging the world to his will. He was sure that it could probably do more than just that. If it could rewrite history itself and alter the world around him, he was positive that he could probably even rewrite an individual’s history and erase them from the world as well. Maybe even erase them from any existing world. That fact left them at a stale mate. How the hell was he supposed to combat against a stand with a power like that? The power of creation and destruction? Dio had called it The World: Over Heaven. It seemed to be a fitting title after everything he had taken from his journal. He’d been obsessed with this concept.

An aggravated sigh left Jotaro. Taking a moment to fumble in his pockets, he needed something to take the edge off the stress that hanging over his head right now. After locating the cigarettes, he kept on his person, he placed on between his lips and lit it. It would hardly help, but at least the rush from the nicotine would be enough to clear his mind while he tried to think of what their next move was. After their last attempt to face Dio he had taken from them the one thing that he thought might give them an edge in the fight. Jotaro wasn’t sure he still understood what kind of power it would have, only that he just knew it could help them. The parts of this mysterious Holy Corpse that he and his grandfather had discovered. Whenever this version of Dio had appeared in their world, he had brought with him the existence of this corpse. Perhaps it was because of the clashing timelines and worlds that it had surfaced. He couldn’t really say for sure. There was still a lot of uncertainty that surrounded the whole situation. The teen took a long drag from the cigarette he had placed between his lips, inhaling deeply before releasing a small cloud of smoke into the air around him. There was only one thing that they had on Dio right now and that was that he hadn’t completed the corpse. Because Jotaro still had the heart in his possession. And although these parts were drawn together—making so chasing them down wouldn’t be an issue, there was the fact that their foes weren’t just followers of Dio. They were their own comrades, even the ones that had fallen in their respective timelines had been brought back from the dead to fight for the evil bastard.

“Yare yare daze,” He muttered to another cloud of smoke that left his lungs. This was only getting more and more complicated. He didn’t suppose his life could go back to normal though, could it? Probably not.

Replacing the burning tobacco stick back in his mouth, he took a glance around him. Since leaving whatever dimension Dio had pulled them into, he hadn’t really taken into account where he had ended up. For the moment it looked like he was alone. That was probably Dio’s doing, he was sure. Scattering them across worlds and timelines would be easy for him to do and it might even be better for him as well. If their enemies were their comrades, it would be easier to face them if they weren’t fighting as a collective team anymore. Picking them off one by one always seemed to be the ultimate strategy. He was beginning to wonder if their enemies would ever come up with an original plan. Nothing had succeeded yet. Only the problem with being separated from the others, with Jotaro being the sole carrier of the Corpse part, it meant that he would be the only one that would be able to enter the rifts and travel between worlds. That left it up to him alone to try and gather what parts he could and find the other members of the Joestar family. What a pain in the ass this was turning out to be. If it wasn’t one thing, it seemed to be another. And Dio was only growing more powerful by the minute. If he couldn’t find and complete the corpse, he probably wouldn’t have a chance in hell at defeating him. It was going to take a miracle to defeat Dio and his power with how advanced it had gotten now. Sometimes he really wished that he could have just gone with a normal life. But this was the fate of the Joestar family line it seemed. Maybe this time he could really end Dio once and for all and break out of this seemingly never-ending cycle.

Taking a look around, he realized where he was finally. The buildings that rose up all around him and the warm air that had settled over him. He knew this place because it wasn’t that long ago that he was here. This was the very city where he had found and defeated Dio or the Dio from his world anyway. Only now the streets were quiet, there didn’t seem to be any life around him. Not because he had been transported to Cairo in the middle of the night, but because it just seemed to lack human life other than himself. It was possible that this was a version of Cairo that wasn’t his or maybe the people here had simply just been written out of the timeline. He couldn’t be sure which one it was. But it didn’t really matter to him. If he had been transported here, he was betting there was a reason for it. The Corpse parts were drawn together the same way that stand users were drawn to each other naturally. Although being back in Cairo, he wasn’t sure what or who he would end up facing against. Killing their foes wasn’t an option anymore. Not that he had ever really killed someone to begin with, but even beating them to a pulp as he had a tendency to do would be difficult. Especially if he ended up having to face off against Kakyoin or Avdol again. At this point he wouldn’t have felt right even fighting against Iggy. He might not have a choice though if they had what he needed in order to find the others. It seemed he really wasn’t going to make this easier on them. Then there was always the thought: what if they couldn’t defeat him even with the corpse completed? With Dio’s power… this power. They might actually be in over their heads this time.