Jojo's Bizarre Adventure: Jonathan x Dio

Chapter 1 - Beginning

Dio grew up hating his father, Every breath he took, Every surge of blood rushing through his veins only reminded him of just who exactly he was. A brando. Dio Brando. The son of that wretched man.

But after his father passed and he read the letter his dying father's fingers had beeseched him, For the first time he felt a flutter of hope warm his heart.

The sheet of crinkled parchment paper whispered a promise in his ear, A possible new start. A way out.

With the little stash of coin he had saved to leave his father's abusive hands, He waited on the main street for a carriage. Once he noticed a rather downtrodden one with an old mare barely pulling it's weight, He began waving his hand in the air and shouting at the top of his lungs. Urging the driver to accommodate him.

This did the trick, The carriage pulling over toward the gutter. The elderly coachman told him to climb on back and get comfy. Dio obliged, Opening the rusted door and taking a seat on the torn cushions.

"Toward Joestar estate..." Dio grumbled, Throwing the man the last of his coin after paying for a sandwhich and scarfing it down.

The man nodded, Tipping his hat and turning to whip his mare into action. The horse did so with a whiney, Beginning to trot its course.

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A few minutes later, Jonathan Joestar was having a talk with his well groomed father.

Having just got home from a brisk jog around the estate, Jonathan was greeted by his father standing on the balcony. He looked to be waiting for an arrival. Of what or whom, jojo was looking forward to finding out.

"My darling son, How was your jog?" His father spoke, From his voice alone jojo could already tell he was buttering him up. Something that initially confused him.

Jonathan wiped his brow of sweat and stood up straight, A small beaming smile plastered on his glowing features. Small strands of blue hair sticking to his forehead.

"Splendid father!" He replied, "Though i do wish to know why you are standing on the balcony waiting for me?"

His father gave a slight chuckle in response before tensing up. Realizing he still had to inform his son of the soon to arrive brando boy.

George coughed, Clearing his mind before his eyes noticed a new set of wheels entering his home. In which he immediately recognized to be the young lads escort, As he was the only person they were expecting.

"Jonathan, A lad whom i am indebted to will be arriving here in just a moment. His father has unfortunately passed and he wishes for a fresh start. I intend to give him that. I hope you two will get along"

The end of his speech signified the arrival of the carriage, The coachmen tugged on the reigns and the exhausted mare slowed to a sudden stop. Dio swung the creaky, wooden door open and almost broke the sole step on his way down.

He landed rather gracefully, His body instantly standing upright and his mind alert. Jojo instantly thought he resembled a cat, But shook away the immature image.

Jonathan looked him up and down, As did dio him. Both boy's first impressions of one another were inherently bad.

Jojo noticed he looked rather ragged and his clothes had obviously seen better days, But he was determined to ignore his outward appearance in favour of hoping to make a new friend.

Dio on the other hand instantly hated jonathan, From his upper class clothing, To the bright, eye-burning gleam of his perfect white teeth. Every detail on his entitled little body made his blood boil with fury.