Oh how Dio hated Jonathan joestar. From the moment he trod off that backwater horse drawn carriage, He held such hatred for the joestar he would soon call his "brother".
It was almost confusing, To hate someone you had only glanced at for a second. But after being a few minutes in his presence, Dio understood exactly why his blood boiled with malicious intensity.
Jonathan was entitled above all things, His pristine clothing having not a speck of dirt or grime. His strides full of a pretentious need to impress, and above all the way he smiled so happily, Without a care in the world.
Dio wanted to break him, Wanted to see that carefree smile fade into a despairing frown. It was a want spurring to life deep within his soul.
However the brando would soon find out that it was not a want, But a need. A need so great it rivaled his scheme to steal their fortune.
Dio needed to destroy jonathan joestar, Take away every shred of enjoyment out of his life and replace it with misery. He would rob him of everything he loved and admired, Including the attention and praise of his beloved father.
That was his first goal, Of which he had already planned out and sculpted multiple possibilites. Drawing up conclusions in his head, All of them ending with his ascendancy.
Jonathan glanced over his shoulder at the brooding blonde boy, Still hoping he could amend their rocky start of a relationship. If he could even call it one.
Jojo halted in his tracks, Causing a chain reaction as the brando too halted. His golden eyes refused to acknowledge a single emotion as they stared, Unfeeling into his kind, sky-blue orbs.
"If i may-" Jonathan began nervously, Small beads of sweat rolling down his forehead and into his furrowing brow.
"I believe we got off on the wrong foot, It would be impolite of me to not ask we begin anew. I am Jonathan joestar, I wish to become your friend!" The Blue haired boy extended a hand as a kind gesture and waited for a response. The lump in his throat clicking as he swallowed.
Dio sneered, Instantly receiving the rewarding satisfaction of a frown replacing his warm, radiant smile.
"If you think i am here to befriend you joestar, You are in for a rude awakening!" Dio laughed in a smug tone, Knowing full well that he just burnt a bridge that could never be repaired.
Jonathan sighed, Thinking of a different approach that wouldn't end in instant failure. But no matter how hard he tried, He just couldn't think of a fitting solution.
Dio noticing how deep in thought the boy was, Mentally noted it as an easily exploitable weakness. Choosing to capitalize on it immediately.
He forcefully pushed past the taller male, Ignoring the strong urge to turn back an revel in the angry face he was no doubt pulling.
Jonathan irritated and frankly fed up with his behaviour, Quickly tried to reprimand him. As if it would strike a cord in him.
"Dio that's no way to treat someone you're going to be living with! A true gentleman would never barge into another and not apologize!" Jojo huffed, Trying to drill some sense into the shaggy haired blonde.
Dio smirked, Yet another weakness on full display. It was practically begging to be taken advantage of. Oh~ How he was going to enjoy crushing his trusting nature under the heel of his boot.
"You perceive yourself as a gentleman? What a pathetic man you are Jonathan" He chuckled, His messy locks framing his face. His golden eyes observing his expressions and nuances.
Jojo ground his teeth together, His knuckles going white from just how hard he was clenching them against his sides. His ocean coloured beauties narrowing on the apathetic face of his housemate.
"You take that back! I am not pathetic" Jonathan seethed, His hands trembling as adrenaline began flooding his system. For the second time today, His mind screaming for reprisal.
Dio suppressed a cocky laugh, It was far too easy to get under his skin and rile him up. Breaking his will would be easy if this was all it took to get him angry. Jonathan would be nothing and the joestar fortune would soon be claimed by his hands alone.
"You are the most pathetic man i have ever encountered, Truly a rare breed!" Dio insulted, His golden eyes looking down on the man he considered his lesser.
Jonathan no longer had any thought of restraint as he tackled dio to the ground, Socking him straight in the jaw multiple times. Falling back on the same strategy he used earlier.
Dio responded in kind with a knee to his groin and a punch in the stomach which caused the joestar to topple to the ground in pain. His gasps of shock and pain music to his eager ears. Beethoven perhaps.
The blue haired youth writhing on the floor in agony was an electric high for Dio, Who instantly seared the memory into his brain. Taking it all in with wide joyous eyes and a sadistic smile.
It was then George joestar rounded the corner, Startled by the view his eyes now roamed. His breathing suddenly harder to keep under control as he coughed madly, Alerting both the boys to his presence. He quickly got it under his control and made his anger known.
"Jonathan! Dio! Did you two get into another fight?!" He huffed, Frustrated and upset at the sight.
"Father, Dio has no respect. He even called me pathetic!" Jonathan complained, Slowly hobbling onto his feet. More than willing to throw the blond under the bus if it meant he got off scot-free.
"Dio spoke with respect mere moments ago, I fail to see him insulting you in such a way" George rationalised, His eyes flickering toward the stone faced brando who hadn't made a sound.
"But father-" Jojo tried to explain, Only for his desperate cries to fall on deaf ears. The older man simply having had enough.
"Enough! Jonathan go to your room, Dio i will see you to your quarters" George ordered, Turning and gesturing for the younger male to follow him to the other wing of the house.
Dio quickly did as told, Falling into line behind the older joestar. Looking over his shoulder to spot a teary eyed Jonathan bolting down the opposite hallway.
Dio loved it, The rush of pleasure rippling throughout his body, The gratification, The absolute satisfaction at having caused him mental anguish. All of it made his soul flutter in bliss.
Dio would make it his priority to feel such rich pleasure again.
However, He kept up apperances. Keeping George at arms length and his face emotionless. The walls he put up guarding what he felt on the inside.
The two reared around another corner, Dio compartmentalizing the layout of the hallway and numbering the rooms.
A few seconds later, George Joestar arrived at their destination. He gingerly twisted the hexagonal door knob and swung open the door, Revealing a rather lavish spare bedroom with an en-suite.
"This will be where you are living, I hope you find it comfortable. Dinner will be in an hour, I will send a butler to collect you so expect a knock" With that the joestar man pulled out a handkerchief to wipe his hands and retraced his steps back down the wide passage.
Dio surmised that the man was going to check up on his son, Out of love or compassion dio didn't really care. He just wanted to visually map out his new chamber without the man looming over him.
It didn't take him long, A few minutes at most. The room was rather simple, Only having the necessities. However he did note that the decor was rather.. nice.
Dio swung open the wooden wardrobe, Revealing that it had already been filled with an assortment of garments he would be expected to wear. Not that he cared in the slightest.
He flicked through the numerous fancy ties and formal suits. None of them catching his eye, Until he found a simple button up, cream coloured shirt. With a pair of plain black, knee height shorts to match. For added comfort and style, He grabbed the only pair of suspenders in the whole closet. Ignoring the compartment full of rolled up belts.
He stripped his old and tattered clothing, Slipping into the new fabric effortlessly. Dio then made his way over to the low hanging mirror on the wall and fixed up his collar.
He stared at his shaggy, dishelved hair and huffed, Walking over to his nightstand and roughly prying it open. He grabbed the only comb, Spotting a few other objects for future use.
Dio then shuffled back over to the mirror and caressed the scalp of his head with the hard bristles. Pulling the hair backward into a decent slicked style. A few stubborn strands falling to rest above his eyebrows. Dio again cursing his lineage and his genes even though that had little to do with it.
With that done, He decided to kill time by lying on the oversized bed that was far to big for him. Happily scheming of ways to destroy Jonathan Joestars merry life.
