A little list of things I made up down below.

1.) Completely made-up scenario of "what if"

Bewm. Have fun reading.

*SPOILER ALERT* Finish season 2, at least.


This battle was nothing short of fun. It had been exhilarating, fast-paced and even draining. His thirst for battle was reawakened as he recalled the countless people he had battled who were unworthy. Countless people who used hamon, and countless more who thought they could beat him.

Here he stood now, as a winner of a bloody battle that had festered from the hate and regret of a hamon-user. This user stood in front of him, like a wall of feathers, that could be blown over with a simple breath on his cheek. Wamuu could see Caesar's face. There was no regret in his eyes, but only the pain of the wounds he managed to sustain from being unable to avoid the warrior's mighty Divine Sandstorm.

Caesar Zeppeli was nearly dead. In fact, he was dying. The smell of blood that filtered the vampire's nose was enough for him to know that Caesar was still heavily bleeding. As he watched Caesar, he began to think, looking over his bloody, fatigued form that was trying so hard to stand now.

What do I do with him? Caesar would have been called an 'it' but he was worthy of being something to Wamuu. He was worthy of being called a wonderful opponent in battle. Seeing the blond stumble around like a drunkard made his gut faintly churn. How often did he get a battle like this? Where his own wounds stung and screamed at him to recover and mend. To throw himself into the shadows and huddle into himself to heal.

Green eyes widened as the hamon-user began to slip backwards, his own blood having puddled around his shoes.

Wamuu had decided that this opponent was not meant to die just yet. A thick hand grasped the trembling arm of Caesar Zeppeli just before the stairs were able to furthermore break every bone in his body. The male's eyes widened, and he was quick to try and struggle even more so against the muscled beast. Wamuu didn't speak about it as he merely picked the broken hamon user into his arms, as though he was a fainted damsel.

"Stop fighting me, Zeppeli." Strong, fierce words exited the vampire's mouth, causing Caesar to flinch. He couldn't help it when he was at the mercy of this...this inhumane beast! As Wamuu turned to walk up the stairs, feeling his own wounds hiss, he squeezed Caesar's shoulder harshly as he felt him struggle again.

"I said to stop that. The more you do that, the more I will be tempted to simply drain you of your blood and toss you down the stairs towards your first doom." The questions in Caesar's eyes made him pause for a moment before he spoke again, keeping his own eyes on the stairs before moving towards a dark hallway. "...I'm not doing this because I pity you. I'm doing this because I can use you against Jojo."

Caesar choked on air and his blood before trying to hit Wamuu in the chest. It did nothing. "Put...me down! You...you won't-!"

"I can. And I will. For Lord Kars, and to avenge Master Esidisi."

The doors opened, and Caesar watched in horror as the doors shut behind them both. A voice called for him just as they clicked.

"CAESAAAAAAR!"