Velvet | Dio Brando x Reader

A New Home

'Mother . . . Father . . .' You thought as you held yourself, hoping to keep yourself warm. It was futile to do so; it was raining and the temperature was 35 degrees. There was simply no warmth on the streets, for they were merciless. The streets contained rapists, murders, thugs, just the worst. However, the worst was the weather, for the streets had no shelter or anything to keep the homeless safe. Absolutely nothing to protect you.

As you just sat against a wall, in a alley, you felt something else other than the rain . . Something . . Wet. It ran down your cheek and it almost tickled, but no laugh left your chapped lips. It was tears. They streamed down your cheeks as the rain ran down your dress.
You lost your parents just a week ago and the hole in your heart grew larger and larger by the day, there was no end to this sadness.

They were on their way to a party, just a few miles away, when the carriage took too sharp of a turn and flipped off of a cliff. There were no survivors, you had absolutely no family. You were alone in this merciless world.

Finally you just let loose, you looked up into the sky and just sobbed. You allowed yourself to let out loud whimpers and sobs, silently begging God to bring your parents back. Why did this happen? Your family did nothing wrong in this life to deserve this. So why would it happen?

Too focused on the raining sky, you hadn't noticed a carriage that had stopped right at the entrance of the alley. A large man with blue hair stepped out with an umbrella in his hand, letting it cover himself from the rain. Quickly he ran to your side just to crouch in front of you and take your chin into his free hand.
"(F/N), I have been looking everywhere for you. I had heard news of your parents, I'm deeply sorry for your loss."

Your (E/C) eyes slowly slid down to look at the gentleman before you. You didn't recognize this man, but it was obvious he knew you, after all he knew your name. Your eyes searched around his features to find no memories of anything . . This man was unknown, but he didn't seem dangerous, if anything he was the opposite of such, he was so gentle and seemingly kind. "I . . I'm sorry sir, but I have no recognition of you, please remind me of your name." You spoke in a gentle voice, however there was obviously sadness within that gentleness as well.

The man sighed softly as his lips displayed a frown after your response. He soon would respond, "My name is George Joestar, I was friends with your father many years ago. When I heard of the tragic news I quickly called on a search to find you . . I knew you would be left with nothing, not even a home."

"Mr. Joestar . . ?", you racked your brain, but still found no memories of him. He still at this point posed no possible threat so you decided to trust him. "Well, I know my father is probably smiling down at us right now, knowing that someone in this world still cares for me." You let out a very weak smile.

Mr. Joestar returned a smile, but it looked very relieved rather than weak. "Thank you (F/N), it truly means a lot that you think that way. Now, please stay in the Joestar manor under my hospitality." He moved his hand from your chin down to your hand to very gently lift you up. "You can stay with me for as long as you like, I will make sure you're given a room with a warm bed, and food in your stomach."

'What a very kind man . . ', You thought.
He led you to the carriage that took off towards the manor that he spoke of. The ride took about 20 minutes before you had arrived at the destination. Your eyes looked upon the manor, your eyes widening, it was huge! It was much larger than your own home, this man was rich, it was painfully obvious.

By the time you had arrived at your new home, it had stopped raining, thank god. You hated the rain, it was so sad, and whenever it rained it somewhat made you sad.
Outside the manor stood a teenager with blue hair, just like Mr. Joestar, was that his son? The teenager smiled at the sight of the carriage and waved at his father, obviously excited that he had returned home. The carriage had came to a stop and Mr. Joestar had gotten out, extending his hand to you to help you step out of the carriage. You took it and climbed out, looking at Mr. Joestar, awaiting a introduction of who this young man was.