Hide and Seek (Yandere!Jonathan x Dio)

Chapter 10: May Mate Be Partner

i.. have no clue how this chapter will go
im sorry
this is gonna be the worst chapter
i am motivated and not motivated at the same time
so uh here we go//

" Here's the list of those who have interacted with Mr. Brando yesterday, Mr. Joestar. "

" Excellent work, Robert. I always knew I could count on you. "

Both of them shared a chuckle as Jonathan took the sheet of paper into his hand, reading the listed names as Speedwagon spoke up, " I had separated them by male and female. Including those who fawned over him. " " Where they any men who had threatened him today? " Jonathan promptly asked with his brows furrowing, eyes busy scanning the given names. Some familiar, some new. Speedwagon shook his head at the question, " No, sir. Only women giving 'im the 'oogly-googly' eyes of admiration towards him, and that's about it. " Jonathan let out a quiet sigh.

They fell silent, only the ticks of the grandfather clock in the room echoing inside, the room dimly lit with a single candle's flickering fire. He intertwined his fingers over each other, his eyes gazing afar in a dreamlike state, his breathing calm and heavy. He was lost deep in thought, deep in his fantasies of a perfect world for him and his beloved Dio. Oh, how he wanted to make that all true. But the voice of the former ruffian snapped him out of his dazed state, " And.. there's a detective 'round here. " Speedwagon got his attention.

Jonathan curiously rose a brow and he straightened his back from his slouching position, setting his hands on the desk in front. " And who is this detective thee nameth? " " Detective William A. Zeppeli. He used to handle cases in me hometown. I s'pose he's been moved here for reasons, " Speedwagon replies, and Jonathan curiously hummed. How shall he handle this detective? A man who can figure his secrets? Kill him? Yes, but how? And when? Perhaps he shall for the perfect time. He decided to dismiss for now. " Thank you for the information, Robert. " He stood up from where he cooly sat, sending a smile towards the scarred man.

" Not a problem, sir Joestar. " Speedwagon returned the smile, with small faint dimples showing that could make anyone fall for him. Jonathan merely chuckled. Oh, how naive this poor ruffian is. Or was it that Jonathan was a good actor? Maybe both. " Let us eat dinner, shall we? " He ushered him to exit his room, and Speedwagon stood and followed the Joestar. " Of course. "

When Speedwagon headed out the door, Jonathan spared a glance to an old, dusty wardrobe from the room. And for a mere moment, a sickly grin formed on his lips before having the door shut.

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Dio found it strange. Jonathan had been laxer in keeping an eye on him. He had noticed this for quite some time, and by God, he didn't want to admit it, but he's terrified. What could Jonathan have in mind to be so carefree? He knew the so-called gentleman wouldn't easily let him go like this. But it wasn't so bad to be left unbothered for a time, and he might as well take this chance before Jonathan returns to his God-forsaken-terrifying-clinginess towards him. " Master Dio? Where are you headed? " " To town, " Dio promptly replies, slipping on his dress shirt. " Don't speak to anyone of this. " " Yes, my Lord. "

He slipped on a coat and donned a nice-looking hat before stepping out of the doors of the manor. The butler sheepishly waved goodbye for a tad bit and put his hand down once he disappeared, and he turned on his heel and walked away. Then he bumped onto someone, his face hitting their chest. The butler stumbled back and saw Jonathan, immediately bowing down with an apology, " I'm so sorry, Master Jonathan! I did not see you there! " " It's alright, " Jonathan excused with a kind smile. " Sir Alfred, if you may, could you assist with Miss Bella in the kitchen? " " Of course, my Lord! "

Jonathan watched him briskly walk off to where the kitchen should be, the innocent smile he wore slightly faltering. Then came the footsteps coming down the stairs which made him look over and smile fondly. Speedwagon busied himself with the cuffs of his attire, not knowing how the hell it works. His face wore an annoyed scowl as he tried to adjust it, making Jonathan laugh as they met eyes. " JoJo! " " Robert. " He grinned and approached him once the ruffian was at the foot of the stairs. He took the ruffian's wrists and adjusted the cuffs just like the way he liked it.