Chapter 183 - My SI Stash #83 - Absolute Divinity by SocialistBukharin (JoJo’sBizarreAdventure) (1/2)
-A recently published JJBA fic, it's surprisingly the first Dio SI & it isn't even Yaoi. Nuff' said! ヽ(´▽｀)/
Sypnosis: When you're given the chance to bring prosperity to the entire world, would you deny it because of the horrible person you are now taking over?
”It takes a fool to underestimate true justice. The Heavens have Spoken, for I am the bringer of peace for this world!”
A look in a somewhat less-malicious SI!Dio's tale of deception, family and some bizarre stuff. No Yaoi.
Rated: T
Words: 18K
Posted on: m.fanfiction.net/s/13500691/1/Absolute-Divinity (SocialistBukharin)
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Capitolo Primo: Giovinezza (1)
When I blinked myself out of the coat of shadows that had welcomed my mind during this slumber, I wouldn't have thought to find myself dealing with quite the absurd predicament.
'Bizarre' would fit too, especially if some considered the circ_u_mstances that saw my sudden insertion within the strangest of times and worlds.
My eyes had to squint and blink for some time, growing more and more accustomed with the dim light giving a b_a_r_e display of my current setting, my previously-slumbering mind forced quickly out of its usual recovery and right on the panic-inducing predicament I was being part of.
This wasn't my room, nor was I sitting by my bed.
The rumbling, the noises of horses, the voice of a man directing the animals right through the muddy path before him and…
I was in a moving carriage directed Gods know where.
It was a very old model, something I instantly picked up by the lack of proper comfy pillows as my buttock was starting to grow sore at merely relaxing upon that sturdy piece of cloth.
There were Victorian decorations placed all over its inner wall, those were possibly there to try and give its interior some 'elegance', failing short as the stinging scent of the nature all around the vehicle, which managed to enter thanks to the small openings offered by the windows near the little door to the outside, diluted if not shattered the illusion of a pleasant trip into the unknown.
Once I got a complete look of the setting, I found myself exploring something that shouldn't have changed with this curious awakening and… yet it had.
I was shorter, tinier and… younger.
I glanced down, ignoring for just a moment the prim and proper dress that was known to many rich children back in the nineteenth century, my pair of eyes widening in slight confusion and nervousness as I saw how small my hands were compared to the previous day.
Blinking at the hint that my body had somehow changed overnight, I was quickly rummaging at the little brown baggage set near to my seat, my main task trying to find a specific object that, possibly, was there to assist me in validate my new concerns.
I found a little circular mirror, it was pretty small and quite ruined as its screen was filled with some dust and some mold, causing me to frown as… why would I be carrying something moldy in such an expensive vehicle.
The answer to that silent query was presented when I finally glimpsed at the reflective texture of the tiny thing and… my mind suddenly brought an end to this mystery.
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A pair of orange orbs showed the same amount as my inner surprise, my sight scanning frantically and almost furiously at the mostly unfamiliar face as this couldn't be reality.
This had to be a dream, a pesky and perverted derivation of my delirious state of mind during a feverish night.
There couldn't be alternatives but… I brought my hand to my chin, the youthful figure on the other side of the mirror following my action and proceeding to copy my brief chin-scratching as I mourned the lack of my goatee.
My face lacked any facial hair excluding my hair, something that even more confirmed that I was looking at my reflection.
This young blond boy, this confused and so terrible individual…
Why was I looking at Dio Brando?
An ever-present threat within the Jojo series, the man that tried to become invincible before succ_u_mbing to a religious euphoria that drove him to seek the Heavens.
A megalomaniac, but a resourceful and dangerous one with the intriguing mind that his narcissistic sanity had attached too.
A monstrous individual, someone that came so close to achieve true victory even while rotting in hell thanks to the aide of his closest friend.
And I was stuck in his youngest form known. I- I was Dio Brando!
Everything came crashing down onto my poor soul, from the crime already committed by the murder of Dario Brando to the main objective the young 'Invader' had planned to go through by trying to 'steal' the Joestar's riches.
I was stuck in the mortal coils of the greatest antagonist in this universe, devoid of any of its true power and unleashed potentiality.
There was no vampire-related abilities, nor I had a Stand capable like ｢The World｣ to fight off any menace that persisted to end my very existence.
Time was essential for those that sought true dominance over the planet, in fact it was the prime element that reigned over everything and everyone.
And I, a mere human with mere knowledge, was granted the chance of achieving the final reward of a glorious plan and much more if I was careful to take the proper decisions and actions to assure it all.
I could do so much given proper peace and no distractions.
I could create a better world to control and lead, to bring world-peace and prosperity without facing any threatening opposition… if I was careful enough to not warrant any of my future 'fateful enemies' to come and hunt me.
It was all about carefulness and planning out the proper path to follow so that I could achieve the maximum reward with the minimum effort.
It was a golden opportunity, truly a divine intervention that granted me the chance of bring forth a new era to this world!
Just as I concluded those musings, I felt the carriage slowing down its pace and then… it came to a pause.
I didn't need to create issues with the one waiting just outside the vehicle, I didn't certainly need to spark the Dio-Joestars rivalry that would see me failing horribly and painfully.
I was too attached to life to consider falling onto the overly-childish attitude displayed by the younger Dio and his self-destructive anger toward rich people.
But I couldn't certainly behave too 'kindly' with the fellow, I needed to keep myself polite and 'friendly' before the gullible young man that was Jonathan Joestar.
So I slowly stood up from my seat, ignoring my aching legs as I took hold of my baggage with both of my hands, and I moved to leave the limited place.
The door opened calmly, part of my giddy self almost demanding to try and pull off the same dramatic stunt the blond achieved in Canon… but I wasn't in the general mood to fail epicly thanks to my uncoordinated sense of mind-body.
While my body had changed, my mind had remained untouched and… still prone to commit quite the awkward physical reactions when given the unique opportunities.
Descending from the small height between the carriage's room and the floor, I closed the door behind me and… I turned to see the approaching young man, blinking in minor surprise at how similar he was to the animated version.
The only difference I could perceive was that his hair was much more darker than outright dark-blue, which was convenient considering that this period of time had yet to experience the full bizarre style that Araki is known for.
”You are Dio Brando, right?” The young Joestar inquired in quite the blunt manner, slightly nervous but still showing some emotion over the need of portraying etiquette.
Newspapers and textbooks about the Victorian Age displayed the strictness in which some wealthy family were living, far from the easy-going pace that many of the modern nobles were known for.