A/N: I recently rewatched a playthrough of Mad Father and... I'm feeling ship feels for Aya x Dio and also feeling kindaaa sick and twisted. So here's my take on Older!Aya in the True Ending with an Aya x Dio twist.Trigger warning: Gore. Possibly horror.
"You have very pretty eyes, you know..." Aya hummed lightly, feeling her breath hit the surgical mask – she was a doctor. She will save them. – as she peered into those emerald greens.
"Oh...!" Her patient – She will help her. She's a doctor. – blushed a little.
The sharp needle pricked the flawless skin painlessly –No pain. Never. – and she smiled behind her surgical mask. "So beautiful..." She breathed. Eyes. "I can't stop looking at them."
Those rosy lips parted and trembled. They moved. Aya heard nothing. Her eyes. "Nervous, huh? It's fine..." Her hands motioned to pat her shoulders. "Just relax your shoulders..." Too stiff. Too rigid.
The patient was good. The patient was obedient. She asked if she'll make her better. Of course. She never fails. She was a doctor.
She will make her perfect.
"You'll never have to suffer again."
She'll become part of a masterpiece.
Aya's masterpiece.
xxx
"Mistress," Maria murmured. Too haggard. Not perfect. But useful, very useful.
She smiled nonetheless. Maria is helpful.Very helpful. The assistant pushed open the basement door.
"Come with me, Maria. I finally found the one."
Swish. Swish. Splash. That was the sound of art. Sound of beauty. The sound of a lone green gem swimming in the ocean.
The beauty of a promise.
xxx
A lone lamp hung over the lone operating table in the basement. Masterpiece. Her masterpiece.
She stood next to it. Her voice sang as she held out the gem to it. "Look what I brought!"
It turned to her silently. New bandages over the eyes revealed itself from under the golden curls. She laughed. "I'm sorry. I forgot!"
"A... ya..." It whispered. Don't worry. She'll complete it. She never leaves her work unfinished. Especially her masterpiece.
She promised, after all.
xxx
Her lips tugged upwards. "You're... Beautiful."
The gem swivelled in the socket and landed on her, finally. Complete. Finally complete.
"Mistress..." Maria's voice trembled.
"What's wrong?"
Nothing's wrong. Nothing can ever be wrong. She's a doctor. She's a doctor like Father. She's a doctor like her mad father. She'll save them. She'll save them all.
The gem kept swivelling. It stopped. It looked at her. Then it went again. Round and round. Round and round.
Why does it look like that. Why like that. Why does it swivel. It look so wrong?
Aya tore her way upstairs. Her book. The red book. It'll tell her. It always does.
What's wrong? What is wrong? TELL ME.
xxx
Green. It's green. A beautiful green. But was his eye green? Why now why did she think of it now? Why, when she was so close?
"What colour... was it..."
"Mistress, I cannot recall."
"Wrong," She murmured. She walked to the lone table, pushing Maria aside. She dropped the red book into Maria's open hands. She moved it back down onto the table. Round and round. Rooooound and roooooound.
"Mistress-"
She laughed. Her nails met soft flesh. She continued, digging in further. The gem. She will retrieve the gem. The gem in the wrong holder. Wrong. The hands clawed at her sleeves weakly. (A... ya... Aya... A...) pushed it back down. Nothing will stop her. Nothing has stopped her before. No one. Not even her father could. Not even Father. "Wrong!"
He screamed. It screamed, cause it was not him. Not yet. "Wrong! Wrong! Wrong!"
xxx
She'll never stop.
Not until she made it perfect. So that it'll be him.
"I will never forget. Remember?
I promised, Dio."
A/N: ... Well. I'm not sure if I got everything right from canon source material. I just took the sick disturbed feeling I got from watching Mad Father again and ran with it. What do you think?