I couldn't resist.

I was born with a very peculiar illness; I was excessively curious. I tend to climb the highest trees, tried to dive deep into the sea, stay in the sauna longer than everyone else. There are other misdeeds I used to do and all of them for the same reason. I wanted to see what would happen afterward. The mere thought of it gave me a smile as wide as the distance between Asia and America. When I found something that appeased my curiosity, it felt like I'm grinning with the size of the distance between the sun and Pluto.

So, I couldn't help it.

It was the summer of my twelfth year of living. I recalled that I went into an abandoned western mansion near the outskirts of town. The entrance leading to the main hall was a white dilapidated door. The main hall itself was connected into several hallways and a stairway that lead to the second floor. Still in the main hall were three doors labeled in metal plates; "Kitchen", "Dining Room", and "Basement".

The place was dark. Sunlight hardly fell into the floor from the window sills on the second floor. I tried walking forward in the dark along the old and dusty blue carpet, I succeed in doing just that. I could hear the wooden floor below it creaking. The mansion was old, but this was worst than I thought. I slowly walked away from where it creaked, but just then a loud crack startled me and I panicked. I could feel my body turning light as I fell into the darkness below.

My butt smacked the stone-tiled floor.

That hurt.

I was scared when I was trapped in the basement. The floor suddenly caved in and it was dark inside. I could hear the tick-tack of spider's steps and the kree-kree of another insect I'd rather not divulge. The door leading to the upstairs was locked. Behind me was a coffin one and a half bigger than myself.

I dare not take a look at it nor what's inside it, but after it compelled me to look closer, the coffin lured me in. I slid my right hand across the wooden compartment. I spotted a plate with a name on it that read in big golden letter: DIO.

Again, I tried to open it but it wouldn't budge. I inspected how the compartment was designed and found it to be intriguing that it could only be opened from the inside. A black carcass made from ebony, plated with a strong metal made from meteoric irons. I tried knocking it once, twice, thrice, but there was no reply. The echo didn't came back right. It was as if something was inside the coffin to hinder a perfect sound echo. After circling around the coffin in the dark, I gave up.

I turned my back from the lock and slid down. I rest my head on top of the coffin as I stared to the dusty and rusted ceiling. My body relaxed as my leg slumped forward. I looked at the lock again and found how shiny the name DIO were neatly sculpted. Above it was a red jewel. A red stone with a plus sign inside it as if it was made of a dried up blood, but it was just an ordinary ruby. My mother always talked about the jewelries dad promised to buy but never could. One of them that she always wanted was a ruby. This ruby was finely cut in the shape of a sleek shield. Adorning it were a pair of silver made into the shape of a wing of a hawk. On those wings are colored pearls the size of a small round candy. It mystified me to no end. I wasn't even considering staying away from the jewel and as my thumb, index, and middle finger of my hands grabbed hold of the gem, then it happened.

Those fingers slid off of the gem and ripped the skin off of my fingers. It was stuck into the gem and instantly my mouth gaped. My eyes shot wide as I tried pulling my finger away from the gem, but it only proven to sever the skin further. My whole body started to sweat profusely as my leg began to lose strength. My breathing became a group of strained huffing as I gritted my teeth. It was painful. I once watched a documentary about workplace hazard. One of them had someone's finger being ripped of its skin when it got stuck to the liquid freezer. That made me realize that I am having a similar predicament such as him. As I felt my bundles of blood sprouted out of my body from my damaged fingers, I writhed before I looked at the nerves that went out and got stuck. The gem was connected to the lock, so if I want to set my fingers free, I need to make the coffin open itself from the inside!

I pulled my finger farther from the coffin and grabbed its edges. I placed my strength inside them and tried pulling up the lid. My damaged fingers touched the coffin and it stung. Like touching lemonade juice with a slitted skin. I clenched as my teeth gritted. Still, the coffin refused to open itself. The cold metal plate dug deeper inside my skin and I hoped that it didn't have rust.

Though I tried, it didn't work.

The coffin refused to open.

I'm stuck.

Still, I didn't give in. I tried once again with double or nothing. I don't want to be stuck here until I die, that thought gave me the needed strength. I want to see my parents again, that thought gave me the stamina to pull this stunt. Most importantly, I want to live! That thought gave birth to a hand that flung inside the coffin. I heard a clicking sound from the inside and like a sprinter reacting to the starting gunshot, I opened the coffin.

What resulted was my fingers finally freed from the gem and I tumbled onto the floor. I braced for the further bleeding but when I looked again the wound was gone. My finger was fixed perfectly. There were no sign of me struggling to cut off my own finger's skin and no sign of blood splattering everywhere. I blinked before I accepted that what I saw was just a hallucination, including that mysterious hand that went inside the coffin.

Speaking of the coffin, I looked inside to find nothing there. An empty coffin in an abandoned mansion.

Then I heard footsteps. It came from my back.

I looked through the darkness and footprints seemed to appear out of thin air to walk toward the door leading upstairs. I honestly thought that it was a ghost, but I sighed in relief when that ghost opened the door, then froze in fear when my mind began thinking that it was taunting me. What if it was a trap? What if that ghost will appear to catch me when I was halfway to the door? What if that ghost will eat me alive?

I shook my head and perished the thoughts.

I ran straight ahead and opened the door. I climbed up the stairs and I went to the first hall I started my exploration at. Scared out of my mind, I ran out of the mansion and ran as far as my home, without stopping to think. As I ran, I felt that my fingers that skin was severed began to twitch, but soon it faded. That was the strangest day of my life, yet.

Curiosity almost killed me. On that day, I realized that something had died inside of me.

I decided to live safely. I resent the thought of curiosity. As such, I was scared of something I shouldn't even be. As that experience costed some of my common sense, I realized that something was just not meant to be known. But, to tell the absolute truth, I was just scared. I hate to say it, but I was really frightened. That moment was left unadulterated inside the deepest pit of my mind and as I grew older, it frightened me even more.

I am what they call a Taphophobic.

Not from fear of being buried alive, but a fear of coffins.

The next four years of my life were somewhat catastrophic. I often avoid walking near a bathroom door because for some inexplicable reason, they would always open by itself. Anyone who was inside would then blame me for "pranking" them. I often not go into a locked shop because it would always be unlocked and the buzzer would sprang. I often not go into the snack aisles of any supermarket because for whatever reason, one bag of potato chips will pop open as if something exploded from inside the sealed bag. Even walking normally across the street would be a problem. Cars, motorcycles, anything with a tire would pop as they passed me and it will often lead to a road accident!

And I would always hallucinate about this bony hand that appeared to cause all of those problems. I consulted with myself at the time and I decided to live with it as a curse that I have accepted for my curiosity.

I deduced that I was bounded with a curse.

I am haunted by an evil spirit.

Now I'm 16 years-old. I am now used to anything strange happening around me. Even when something happened I wouldn't even bat an eye. After so many antics by the evil spirit, I soon got used to it. My middle-school years were filled with my peers calling me names. "Bad Luck Tsukune", "Blue-baller", "Cursed Boy", but they soon got used to it too. I wasn't protesting about my crime, so I knew they couldn't pin all of those to me. After a while, I forgot how much of a parasite the evil spirit was and accepted it as a part of me.

After a while, it disappeared.

Occasionally I still saw a glimpse of that bony hand, but it became so infrequent and nothing ever came out of it.

My problem was solved by itself.

Though my peaceful life have returned, a girl would change my whole life upside-down. I would be forced to use my evil spirit again, control it, and have it help me. After that, my destiny will be tied to that girl.

Forever.


Track 01: Vampire Kisses for Me

XOXO

1976.

The year was famous for the advent of the Pot Pol regime of Kampuchea, the birth of Australia Defense Force, the many recognition of Sahrawi Arabia as a nation, and the Eurovision Song Contest 1976. The last one was my own personal historical moment, but the first threes were greater than the last. As I traced the events of the past three months, I woke up to wash my face on a brand new day.

Today was the entrance ceremony of Onikakushi High School. O.H.S. for a shorter term.

I could feel it behind me as I got out of bed and into the bathroom.

I donned the school's uniform and tied a blue and white tie around the cape. I quickly styled my hair in such a way that I knew it would look overgrown and puffy. The hairstyle was acquired in a barber shop located at the heart of S-City. It took me twenty minutes by bus and I did not regret my curiosity this time. See, there was a promotion for opening day and it was the right time to get a haircut.

I walked out of the dressing room fully clothed.

I spotted my mom walking out of the living room and her eyes suddenly sparkled. She walked closer before fixing my tie. I could've sworn I tied it right, but I couldn't exactly refuse her kind gesture. After she thought that she did right, she looked up with a wide smile.

"There." Mom said. "Now you looked like a prim and proper high-schooler! I love your hair by the way."

I reached for the tip of my hair. I felt how spiky the tip was and as I went downward, it turned softer. When I looked at the mirror before I realized that it shaped somewhat akin to a crab, but I guess when Mom liked it I have been handed the free pass.

Mom was working as a fashion designer, but at home she's a homely wife. My Father was working with the worldly-renowned Speedwagon Foundation. Last time we checked, he was flying to Aswan. Egypt. A work came up there and as an eye surgeon-specialist, his presence there was needed.

A lot of time I'm proud of Father. The rest of the time was me being sad that he wasn't always there for me when I need him to be. It was when I had my teenage rebellious phase, it's just water under the bridge now.

"Thank you, Mom. So how is it going with work? Do you need some time alone today? A help from your now High-Schooler son?" I teased. I always like to quip jokes with Mom. It cheered her up whenever she wasn't at work. "If there's anything I could do, I'm happy to do it for you."

"My, such a sweet boy you are." Mom giggled. "But not today. You just have fun on your first day as a High-Schooler. Got it?"

"I got it." I walked past mom with a smile on my face. "See you later, Mom."

As I opened the door my Mom stopped me and gave me a kiss on the cheek. It has been this way since I was in first-grade, so I'm not going to complain now. "See you later, Aono."

I nodded and left the doorstep to the street of West S-City.

S-City was build to establish a theme; the home of diversity.

Even when the city was build on Japanese soils, the architecture of this city varied greatly. From the traditional home of a Japanese (with its own Zen Garden), an apartment complex that varied in height and size, to mansions owned by various people from various income coming from various nationality. The city itself felt like a giant salad bowl, in a good way.

O.H.S was strategically placed on the heart of the S-City, Central. As the name suggested, it was the central gathering of people in the city that bustled with working individuals. To get there, I have to rode a bus for twenty to thirty minutes, got off at Central Bus Terminal and walked.

As I entered the bus, I could see some of the students who will be attending the school. Three males and two females. Two out of three males were senior-students and the one was a sophomore. The females were sophomores and I wouldn't want to associate with them yet. The last thing I need was to be labeled a "Player". Rumors spread faster than fire on dry wood in S-City.

Arriving at the Central Bus Terminal, I got off to find the terminal empty of people. As I got out with the passengers, I noticed that they walked past me without so much as a glance. They went ahead and left me with a girl at the exit of the station.

The girl was a freshman. I remembered that she wasn't there when I rode the bus. She must've came a few stops after I got in. The girl was struggling with her parasol that refused to open. She kept trying to open it with her tiny hand in a graceful gesture, but it refused to be opened. I could see the problem; the umbrela's mechanism was stuck!

I approached the girl carefully and greeted her with a simple sentence, "Do you need assistance opening the umbrella?"

"Umbrella?" She eyed the umbrella in her hands. "Do you mean this parasol?"

"Yes, that." I pointed at the umbrella. "I think the mechanism got stuck at some point. I'm great with dealing that kind of problems. Let me help you."

The girl hesitated before she lent me the parasol.

"Try not to break them." She said. It almost sounded like she was ordering me.

"Got it." I smiled as I held each end of the parasol with my hands. I turned the parasol around, pretending to inspect it until the evil spirit appeared with its boney hand. I jokingly pressed the button that wil unfold the umbrella once or twice before my fingers traveled the sides of the parasol. The girl kept her smile as she stared at her parasol. It gave me the creeps somewhat, but I pushed on with my antic.

"Here we go." I smiled confidently. I was trying my best to trick the girl.

After two or three minutes of waiting, at last the boney hand appeared and went inside the umbrella. I could hear a clicking sound from inside the parasol and pressed the opening button. Presto! The parasol has been unfolded. I closed it before opening it again, confirming the girl that her parasol has been fixed. I lent it to the girl, but the girl was silent as she glared at me.

I looked back at the girl. Her pink-hued eyes complimented her light-red colored hair. Her small nose seemed to came from a foreign lineage and her small lips were tinted with red. Her confident seemed to came from where her blood originated, which I presume were of royalties. I couldn't see clearly, but it felt like her ears curved out sharply when a gust of wind uncovered them for a second.

Back to her glare, it almost like it was piercing me. I knew what she was looking and it definitely wasn't me. It was something behind me, or was beside me. Was there someone standing there now?

I turned my head around and found nothing sort of strange. I looked at the girl again, now she was a breath away from me.

Her face was sticking too close to me for my own comfort. The girl forced my body to back away as my legs steadily stepped away from her. She arched her back as she tilted her head forward. Her arms went behind her back as her hands rest on her hips. Her legs crossed with her right foot behind her touching the ground with the tip of its shoe.

"W-What are you looking at?" I stammered.

I shouldn't have stammered.

I messed up.

I began to sweat. The first one from my right cheek and the other from my forehead. I began to take another step back and I felt something from her eyes. It was a command to cease any resistant aimed at her, but for some reason my body refused to follow. As my body was stuck in a somewhat awkward posing, the girl spoke with her right palm against her right cheek.

"You... can't see that thing behind you?"

"...The thing behind me?" I shouted. It was spontaneous and loud and most importantly, it gave me away. I hastily replied, unknowing of what her purpose was, "Are there something behind me?"

"...No." She closed her eyes and fixed her posture. After she righted herself and opened her eyes, she left with the parasol over her head. "Nevermind what I said. Thank you for fixing my parasol."

I froze in silence.

"You're welcome." The reply came later than I expected. It made me sound like a fool.

That girl just now tugged on my heartstrings. Something went wrong inside me as I struggled to comprehend what just happened. That meeting lasted an instant, but eternity seemed to pass me by. My heart started to beat faster than how fast The Flash could travel around the world.

To put in a simple term, my internal organ that I used for pumping blood just went into an uninterrupted hyperdrive.

"Who was that girl?" I mumbled to myself as I began to walk. Along the way to school, the only thing I could think of is the girl's face. The illusion of the girl crawled inside my head and seemed to be infecting my train of thoughts. Was this what those documentary channel called "Puberty"?

Great goodness was it a metal sensation.

As I entered the crowded school grounds just passed the school gate, I looked left and right in search for the mysterious girl. I refused to ask people, else I would like my name to be synonymous with the word "Stalker" or something more vile. Something along the line of a "Potential Rapist", but he knew it wouldn't end just there.

I searched around my line of sights, and she was neither near or far. I lost the sight of her.

"Weird girl." I reminded myself.

The first bell rang and interrupted my silence. I walked inside the school and went for homeroom. Along the way, I passed by fellow freshman, which means I'm heading at the right direction. The hallways I passed by forked into two. I remembered the layout of the school and turned left to find my classroom. Room "1 – D" of the first floor. The sense of crowd filled my heart as it warmed itself.

Come 8:20 and the teacher came in to introduce herself. A five-feet and a half meter tall woman whose grin was like that of a cat. Her forehead was covered by her auburn hair, her ears by a bundle of unkempt-like hair, and her eyes by her silver-coated glasses. She calmly walked to the podium in-front of the class and slammed her file onto it. The classes became silent as they eyed the teacher carefully, even when the teacher wasn't doing anything harmful.

"Alright class, welcome to homeroom. My homeroom for Class 1—D. My name is Nekomiya Seiko. You may call me Seiko-sensei." She started along with writing her name on the blackboard with a piece of chalk. "One I wanted to note is that, Seiko is my nickname. It means I'm a "Holy Woman". Get it?"

The class was silent. Stares pierced through Seiko-sensei as she hurriedly changed the topic. "Well then, how about we go to orientation? For today, we'll go on an adventure to discover what sort of school O.H.S is! Isn't that fun? Now, get out of your seats and follow me. The rule here will be that, you may not interrupt me when I'm talking, alright?"

The class agreed in unison.

I got out of my seat and went for the exit along with my classmate. I figured some of my classmates are the normal every-man, but there were few that caught my interest. One of them was a blonde-haired girl that tied her hair in a ponytail. She was small, about my height of five foot six. Maybe slightly taller. She eyed every boy in the classroom, including me. It just so happened that our eyes met and I found her eyes to be out of place. I shrugged the thought and went with my group.

First we went to the cafeteria, school's gym, faculty office, and then the lines of club rooms in the first floor. After that, we traversed the second floor that consisted of senior and sophomores classroom and science labs. The third floor of the school consisted of computer labs, storage, a stairway to the rooftop, and the student council room beside the disciplinary committee's. Using the school elevator, the whole class went to the library and the pool at another building, but I stayed just before the stairway.

I met the redhead girl from before. A parasol in her hand.

She looked at me and waved with a gentle smile. I didn't flinch or waved back, but I gestured my hand to have her come with me. I pointed to the rooftop and she agreed with a nod.

Moments later, we're both at the rooftop. The sun was shrouded with cloud as if the rain will fell at any moment. We both sat side by side on a nearby wooden bench and silence was there as ambiance. I looked at her through my hair and she was staring back at me. I believed that the time was now to strike a conversation.

"My name is Aono Tsukune." I introduced myself. "I want to ask you some question. Would you mind answering them?"

"Not at all." She shook her head. "Please, do ask your question."

I nodded and pointed behind me.

"Last time at the bus terminal. What did you see behind me? I know you can see it and I need some answers."

"May I know why?" She asked. I don't mind answering, but I fear that she'll be bored if I told her my life story. My heart started beating fast from how nervous I am. I quickly rubbed the side of my neck as I looked to the side. "I have to know why, or else I can't tell you."

That was a weirdly specific set of sentence structure.

"A long time ago, this thing behind me appeared and disappeared at will. I can't see how it looked like since it is always behind me, but whenever it does something, a bony hand always appeared to mess around with locked stuff! I need to know what it is so I understand what it is and maybe, just maybe, I can control it to do something good!"

"That thing. What do you call it?"

"Isn't it obvious?" I answered truthfully. I recall something sounding naive escaped through the cracks of my mouth. "An evil spirit!"

"You're wrong. Tsukune-kun, was it?" She stood up and pointed her parasol at the evil spirit behind me. "Those aren't evil spirit. Those are your fighting spirit taking shape. Since it always stand by you and fight, we have a special name for them."

I gulped in anticipation.

"Their names are: STAND." She opened her parasol and place it over her head. "I could see them, and I could see yours. Based on what he did to my parasol, your Stand may have one of the kindest ability in history. You're one strange human, Aono Tsukune, I think I'm interested in you, but just a little bit."

She walked to me and her hand went for my left hand. She grabbed it and raised it just before her nose and smelled them. Instinctively, my hand should've retracted itself, but I couldn't focus as I was so close to her. Just now I realized that my index finger was bleeding from a cut. The bench must've some loose nails. Back to the redhead girl, she opened her mouth and licked the blood from my index finger and suddenly my brain went crazy. Emotions I never knew existed were felt. My sight spiraled and my thoughts became filled with nausea. I turned to the girl again and she went for my throat. I don't know what she's going to do, but with her left fingers tricking around on my right cheek and the parasol guarding us from view, she planted two of her teeth and pierced the side of my neck. I could feel it hitting one of my blood vein and sucked some of my blood. After a while she stopped and released me from her grasp with a satisfied look on her face. It was as if she was a kid given an ice cream.

"That felt great!" She spoke ecstatically. "Tsukune-kun. Your blood is very tasty!"

"It is?" I quietly touched the side of my neck. Two small holes were there and it slowly closed up. I stared at the girl before me and asked once more. "What are you, exactly?"

"I'm a Vampire." She stuck out her tongue childishly. "I guess I haven't told you yet? Whoops, my bad."

"...Wait, what?" I quietly stood up and confronted her. "You're a vampire? Then how could you see my evil spirit—no—my Stand, was it? It's not vampiric eyes or something like that, right?"

"There are two ways to see a Stand." She raised two fingers of her hand. "First is, your Stand could be seen by the naked eyes. In other words: Corporeal. Either you can control its visibility, or it's automatic. Second is, you have a Stand of your own. I of course, have my own Stand, but I couldn't exactly use it right now."

"Why?"

"It was sealed away." She pulled out a rosary from her blouse. "I'll let you know a secret of mine. My Stand is the strongest Stand in the world, but it was sealed inside this rosary. I advise that you do not use your Stand to open it. The result may be disastrous and I can't guarantee your safety once it is released."

I could see the bony hand approaching the Rosario, but the vampire quickly stepped back at an enough range that the hand couldn't follow. She knew her stuff and made me believe that she was telling the truth. I gestured my arm as if pulling the bony hand and it complied as it came back to me and instantly. I felt my whole body numbing. The more I knew about this Stand, the easier I could control it, but the whole feel of it were still bizarre.

Even more bizarre was when the vampire girl nonchalantly walked to me and gestured for a handshake. With a smile like that of a child, I received her kind gesture. "My name is Moka. Akashiya Moka. Nice to meet you Tsukune-kun."

I blushed as our hand shook. "Nice to meet you."

At that moment, the bony hand appeared again for another try on the rosary. I ordered the hand to pull back as Moka back-stepped away from me. Miraculously, the hands topped just before it could pull out the rosary.

"You need to stop doing that!" Moka was legitimately angry. "Control your Stand, please!"

"I'm really sorry!" I apologized. "It was not of my intention!"

Moka huffed, clearly disappointed at me. I tried to look as guilty as possible before she sighed with a smile. She knew that I didn't mean any harm. With a smile she went inside the building first before she disappeared.

I looked at my hand, and beside it was a boney hand. I move my arm around and it followed.

I could control it now.

Somewhat.


A/N: DUWANG!

Okay, since the anime of Diamond is Unbreakable is coming in April, I thought about something bigger than I could chew! Let's make a crossover between JoJo and Rosario to Vampire! I'm sure it would be great.

Turns out, it's harder to write this than I thought.

I'm sure for JoJo fans, they would recognize some of the elements I gave for the setting and for the Rosario fans, I'm using characters from the franchise! This timeline doesn't follow the SBR or the main timeline, but follows a new timeline that starred its first Joestar in the year 1976.

I wouldn't divulge who the Joestar is, but it's a key element for this fic.

For now, here's our first Stand spreadsheet:

Stand Name: ?

Stand User: Aono Tsukune

Destructive Power: ?

Speed: A

Range: C

Durability: ?

Precision: A

Developmental Potential: A

Stand Ability:

?

"The ability to open locked objects. The term is broad enough that it encompass sealed objects such as tires and bag of potato chips. This ability cannot yet be controlled by Tsukune for he doesn't know what triggers this ability and the extent of its power. Currently, this ability has no name."

Until next time!

Arrivederci!