The Ludicrous Escapade

How Unfortunate

You were sitting on a couch talking with Jonathan once again. Three years have passed since you first met the young Joestar. You had only seen Speedwagon a few times since the first time after befriending Jonathan. Other then that, things continued to be pretty much the same. Except Dio. Something was wrong with him. You thought it likely it was just a facade to get you and Jonathan to trust him, but Jonathan insisted that Dio should be given another chance. That even though what he did was wrong he can still be forgiven. Which led to Dio also hanging out with you every day.

It was weird seeing the two boys being friendly with each other. The whole reason you and Jonathan met was because Dio's terrible actions towards the young Joestar. While Jonathan really believed Dio was changing, wanted to believe, perhaps. You didn't believe the blond boy was changing though. After Speedwagon told you about the Brando watching you while in town, your lack of trust in the fellow decreased ten fold. There was no way in Hell that Dio was in town buying medicine for his grandfather. You never confronted the boy on it though. You didn't want to hear any excuses.

"So what do you think, (Y/N)?"

The sound of someone's voice pulled you from your thoughts.

"What?"

Jonathan repeated his question, "Dio says red is the better color but it's obviously blue, right? What do you think?"

You had no idea when the topic of the conversation changed to colors, but answered anyways, "Well based on my calculations the best color is in fact (f/c)."

The two boys glanced at each other before Dio said, "Well, I suppose if (Y/N) says it, it must be the truth."

The two laughed together and you couldn't help but join in. You glanced at the painting on the wall to the right of you. You remembered how happy your mother was when she told you that a kind, wealthy man requested a painting from her. To find out it was Mr. Joestar, made your respect towards him all the higher.

It was getting late, now. Your mother didn't really care about when you came home, but you preferred to not wake her up from opening your creaky front door.

"Sorry guys, I should probably be going now."

Jonathan snuggled closer to you as you tried to stand up, "What, already? But it's only" He glanced at the clock on the wall, "10:37. Never mind, you probably should be heading home. I'll accompany you, just let me put my shoes on."

He began to walk towards where his shoes were stored but Dio stopped him, "Please, Jonathan. Allow me to accompany her this night. You still have some problems to finish, father wouldn't be very happy if he found out (Y/N) was distracting you from your studies."

Jonathan pouted a little, "Yes, I suppose you're right. You better not try anything funny, though."

Dio laughed and then put his hand on your lower back to lead outside to the carriage. You said a quick goodbye to Jonathan as you exited the house. Though you had to admit, the thought of being alone with Dio made you a bit uneasy.

The ride started off fairly normal. Dio didn't bother making much conversation and you offered only short answers when he did ask something. Then, while you were looking out the window you noticed smoke rising from the direction of your house.

"Hey Dio, do you see that?" You pointed out the window.

Dio looked through your window, "Yeah, it looks like smoke."

"My house is over there, you don't think that maybe..." You didn't want to finish the sentence. The thought of your house being on fire filled you with fear. Dio, understanding what you meant, told the coachman to quicken the pace.

When you got closer to your home, the leaping orange flames told you that your home was indeed on fire. You felt like you were going to faint. Then you realized your mother could still be in there.

You jumped out of the carriage and began running towards your house, you  weren't sure how you'd be able to cope if your mother died. However, before you could go into the house that was literally collapsing before your very eyes, a pair of strong arms pulled you back.

You thrashed around crazily, trying to break free from their grip, "Dio! Let go of me! My mother might be in there still! I have to get her out!"

He shook his head slowly and pointed his index finger. Looking to where he pointed you immediately stopped your thrashing. Your eyes widened and your mouth was left agape. It was your mother, but she was on the floor of the house and her body was barely recognizable. One of the house's supporting pillars had broken and fallen on her neck. Blood was oozing from the wound as the flames continued to lick at her now dead body. One of her arms were outstretched and her eyes were open, as if she never had a chance to close them. A few small explosions happened from within the house, likely from the flames reaching the oil paints.

You cried. You turned around to Dio and cried your eyes out, burying your face into his shirt. You hugged him tightly, glad that he was there. If he hadn't, you likely would have ran into the flames and joined your mother. He returned the embrace. Rubbing your back slowly, trying to comfort you as much as he could. Of course, you didn't noticed the smirk plastered on his face nor the crazed look in his eyes as he watched the flames dance around your home. You were too preoccupied with the fact your mother was dead and that your house was barely even that anymore.

Dio wasn't smiling because he was glad your mother was dead. That was only part of it. He was smiling because his plan had worked so perfectly. The money he had payed the man to burn the house down was certainly worth it. Now he'd be the kind  young man you needed and offer that you stay at the Joestar estate with him. Also, you would trust him more now that you had experienced this horrible event together.

"You should stay at the house with Jonathan and I now. It won't do you any good to stay here. When we get there I will inform Mr. Joestar so that someone will be sent to retrieve your mother and she can have a proper burial."

You sniffed and let out a shaky breath, "I'd..I'd appreciate that." He began leading you back to the carriage, "Thank you Dio...for being here for me."

"Don't worry about it (Y/N), I'll always be here for you."

Soon enough you had arrived at the Joestar household.

Jonathan looked up at Dio, "Hey Dio, did (Y/N) make it home alri-Oh my gosh! What happened (Y/N)!" Jonathan was shocked to say the least. Hearing his son shout, Mr. Joestar entered the room. Dio explained what happened. Jonathan felt guilty for not being there for you, but was glad that at least Dio had been. Mr.Joestar immediately had some people sent to where your house was located.

"Mr.Joestar, are you sure it's okay for me to stay here?"

"Of course, (Y/N). You visit so often that you've become like a daughter to me. I'd be more than happy to let you live here." Mr. Joestar spoke with a sincere heart.

Jonathan and Dio led you gently to one of the guest bedrooms.

"If you need anything, my room is across the hall and Dio's is to the left of it. Don't hesitate to ask if you need anything. I really care for you, you know?"

Dio put a hand on Jonathan's shoulder, "We really care for you."

You nodded and they slowly left the room, Jonathan glanced at you once more before leaving to be sure you were alright. You were exhausted. Never had you imagined your life would happen like this, that your mother's life would end so suddenly. At least Jonathan and Dio were there for you, and you had no doubts that Mr. Joestar would treat you as if you were his actual daughter. You closed your eyes and you began to drift off.

Yeah, at least they were there for you.