Take my hand (Okuyasu x Reader ) Book 1

The aftermath

"He... Ran..." (Y/N) said, currently traped in her mind space, her father's asking what happened.

"What do you mean princess?" DIO asked, sitting next to her, pulling the girl into his lap. And action he had done many times throughout her life, they had all at one point done this, holding her close to their hearts, holding her while she silently broke down.

"H-he must hate me now...but I don't k ow why." (Y/N) whispers, face buried in DIO's shoulder, tears streaming quietly down her face, him feeling them run down his exposed skin, arms tightening around her.

The other two sat around, forming their normal three person circle, their hearts tugging at the sight of their daughter, so beautiful, so strong, reduced to a quietly sobbing mess. With her abrupt appearance, they had already known something had set her off and a sedative had been administered, her shoulders shake as a silent sob washes over her body, her burying her face deeper into the chest of her dad, her horn almost piercing his neck, he didn't care though, his little girl more important to him than the cut that would Mar his skin for a few moments.

He reaches up and begins running his fingers through her blond locks, a trait she had gotten from DIO himself. He remembers how his mother had done this all those centuries ago when he had been crying, out of fear or pain. It never mattered what was wrong, the second her fingers began to glide through his hair, much as he mimicked now on his own child, calm would wash over him, the same effect worked wonders on (Y/N), her silent sobs becoming small sniffles after a few short muinets of DIO repeating this. Eventually, (Y/N) had cried all of her tears out and leaned back, a noticeable wet mark left on DIO's yellow jacket.

"I'm sorry daddy. I-i don't know what came over me." (Y/N) says, rubbing her eye, horn retracting partially.

DIO pats (Y/N) head lovingly. Caesar handing him a handkerchief to wipe her face. (Y/N) allowing this babying for once. Wamuu's eyes are closed in deep thought.

"Tell me a story?" She asked to no one in particular, craving the lulling familiarity of one of the there's voices.

The looked at each other silently asking each other whose turn it was, finally Wamuu's brown eyes open, seemingly a warm reddish brown.

"It is my turn." Wammu's deep voice replies, reaching to take the girl from her dad's hands. DIO easily picking her up and passing her to the taller male, albeit begrudgingly. Wammu grasps the young blonde gently and positions her as DIO had, arms wrapped around her, her head supported by his shoulder. He thought for a muinet, his large hand lightly rubbing her back, yet another relaxation technique, this time passed down by the giant himself (then again, there all whole giants).

The other two men listen in, as Wammu's stories seemed to be some of the best most times, especially when he spoke of his life with kars. (Y/N)'s horn retracts further, soothed by the comfort her father provided. She leans Into his strange warmth and lightly closes her eyes, feeling them slightly sting from the sheer force of her crying she had recently done.

"When Santana and I were growing up, we thought of kars and Esidesi as our parents and each other as brothers. I remember when we were fairly young, around winter. We would flock to Esidesi, asking him to use his blood boiling abilities to warm us up. One day, the three of had fallen asleep while master kars had left to do something, apperantly upon his return he saw esidesi and having been out in the cold, he lifted the blanket that had been covering Santana and I, upon seeing us I was told he smiled lightly and climbed in, he had once told me that the moment he replaced the blanket, I had grasped onto him, much like you do to me, minus bellator."(little warrior in Latin) He began his brown eyes gazing warmly down on (Y/N)'s form, a small smile gracing his chiseled face, softening and seemingly making him glow. (Y/N) opens her eyes at her father's nickname for her, smiling up at him and giggling.