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DIO BRANDO X READER ;

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Today was nothing great as usual. There you were, quietly sitting by your mother's grave as you silently read and talked to her about everything and nothing; ever since you were young, you were never fond of the man your mother re-married, nor was he fond of you either. Ever since you 'reformed' a nice new family, your stepfather wasn't the kindest out there. 

At first, he seemed trustworthy and acted more of your biological father, although soon enough that little act of his soon came crumbling down as your mother and he had celebrated their 1st year together as a married couple with a so-called, happy, and complete life. From that moment on, he began egging his own wife to do more work as he sat to gamble his heart out, giving away all the well-earned money you had.

You kindly helped your mother around and despised the man she intertwined with. He was cruel, and arrogant, a fake. You saw all through that but you never intended to hurt your own mother, so you watched from the distance. As long as he never harmed your beloved mother everything was fine.

But it wasn't. It wasn't fine.

Every night he comes home to knock out drunk and filled with resentment towards your mother and yourself. So much so, your mother passed on before you, leaving for you to care for your spiteful father. So, there you were, peacefully sitting by your mother's tomb, reading to her about her favorite book as you talked nonsense about your stressful life. 

As you were, you saw a tall boy with blonde hair, looking to be just your age standing in front of his own loved one's grave you assume as you silently watch him as he seems to have radiated a hateful feeling to where he stood, discreetly seeing him spit on the grave he stood on, seeing him turn away from disgust.

He sighed, as he made eye contact with you. As curious as you were, you learned that it was rude to stare and question other people's business, so you instantly hid away in your book, pretending you never made contact. This made the one who looked at you click his tongue and roll his eyes on you, silently making his way to where you were.

 
You were anxious, to say the least, but you kept skimming through the pages of your book, pretending as if you were flipping over to an interesting part of your story until the boy you saw earlier caught you as he swiftly brought the book down with his arm to reveal your flustered face and hear a small yelp.

The boy had a cold yet seemingly negative expression on his face as he stared down at your pretty figure, he sighed and gave you a glare. "Excuse me, but don't you think it's rude to stare at someone as if they know something about them? Tell me, do you even know who I am and what my business is around here?" he said, trying not to get angrier than he already was as he stared at the fragile girl holding her book to her lap. 

"I- I'm sorry, I didn't mean to stare, really! I just saw you on someone's grave who I could only assume would be your loved one and I thought-"

Not a moment passes, the boy forcefully grabbed your arm and pulled you towards him. "Loved one? What an assumption, you nosy little girl. Do you really think I came here to mourn over someone I know? Ridiculous!" he snarled, venom clearly heard from his voice, you looked at him as you trembled, not knowing how intrigued you were by his looks.

 You frantically shook your head, "I- I'm sorry, I didn't mean to assume that either! You're right, I shouldn't have made assumptions right away. But you know it's very rude to confront someone you don't even know!" you stutter at your sentences at first, but ended it with a reasonable reply. The boy was shocked and gave you an amusing smirk as he chuckled silently, letting go of your arm as you yank it back to yourself, closing the book on your lap.

"My name is Dio Brando," he replied tilting his head showing you the tomb he stood on not too long ago. "That insulting burial over there is where my drunkard old man was thrown to rest. Not the greatest idea really, I would have had him out here to feed for the crows for all I care. He can burn wherever in Hell as long as he suffers." he spat, as you looked at him, troubled. "And what's your purpose of visit here?" he added, looking at you as you see him soften up, slightly. You sighed and gave your mother's tomb a small tap and gave a soft smile.

"My name is Y/N. This is my mother. I lost her because of her own husband's neglect and lack of love. I knew that man was nothing but sugar coating. I never saw what my mother saw in him, She deserved so much more than that wretched git." you explained, heavily emphasizing your stepfather, you then looked up to Dio once more,

"H-He's not my true father though! He's... My step-father. I care for him more than he cares for me really, he comes home and makes quite the ruckus so I occasionally have to pick up after him. The burden of a man. I wish to run away someday." you mumbled as you looked down. Without a word, Dio sat down with you, knowing you both felt the same emotion as you shared the same feelings for your family mishap.

"Huh, living an unfortunate life to I see...? My father worked my mother to death as well. A fool he was honestly, my mother too didn't deserve what she went through. Unfortunately, she passed on, leaving me with that foul madman you see buried there now. He didn't deserve mercy after what he did. So I left him to die." he smirked and chuckled, you looked at him concerned, feeling sorry for him as you took a hold of his hand without knowing. He flinched at the sudden action, but as soon as he was about to yank it back he looked at you and silently admired your unknowing beauty.

"Family can be tough, but that doesn't mean you should use spite as your automatic solution. Yes, he deserved to perish more painfully than your mother but... If your mother did love him... in a way, then your mother wouldn't have been happy to have known what you've done, no?" you replied softly as you gripped onto his hand tighter, tears starting I'm well up as one dropped down on the hand the held Dio's, as you began to sob quietly.

 "And.. That's the reason why my step-father still lives. If my mother truly did love him, then I must not interject and just let him live his life until he rots in his own ego." You breathily said.

Dio seeing you like this somehow moved his cold heart. Without hesitation, he took a hold of your head and brought it to his chest as he rested his own to your soft H/C hair, taking your hand in his, as he caressed you with his other, in an attempt to comfort you. To be frank, he was upset about how you saw it. He didn't think your point of view was valid. 

"You are such a pure girl. I've never heard someone say such a preposterous defense. Honestly, your mother raised you well and innocent, I am sure she is proud. But if I were to interject, if I were in your shoes, I'll do whatever it takes so they never hurt you. If you'd like, I'd like for you to run away with me somewhere. Since you and I share somewhat the same resentment, I'll let you in on my ulterior motives and have you by my side till we part. Wouldn't that sound nice?" he smiled with sinister eyes as he let you sob and cry your heart out.

"Yes," you said, as you tried to steady your breathing after you cried, still resting in his arms. And with that, till death did you part, you both were now bound and so you shared the world with each other.

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