The sun rises over Cairo, finishing the vampire DIO once and for all (kinda).

While Jotaro and the Speedwagon Foundation see to that, however, I take this opportunity to raid DIO's mansion.

Or rather, to take something specific from his former quarters.

*Snip!*

I step out into DIO's bedroom, unwilling to explore the rest of the mansion on the off chance that he had more subordinates hanging around than Araki showed in the manga. Hanging from his wall is the only stand granting Arrow to never appear instory again. Out of all six arrows, this is the only one that won't be missed as well as the easiest to access.

As I step towards it, I feel something in my aura calling out to the weapon. The arrow starts to shake, but before it can take flight I grab hold of it firmly with all my strength.

This needs to be soaked in the sun a bit first, just incase there is still some 'DIO juice' on it.

*Snip!*

A few minutes baking the arrow in the depths of the Sahara does the trick, and I slow roast it with dragon fire afterwards just to be sure.

Hmm...I can't die, and the desert is the last place I should have to worry about vampires. Plus, I doubt there is any living creature less than a few feet under the ground for miles, so the chance of the Arrow flying off while I recover is pretty much zero.

Huh. I guess this is as good a place as any then.

I take the Arrow, and stab myself in the thigh with it.

There is a very bright light.


I wake up a few hours later, the sun just starting to dip in the sky. The Horse and Dog kept me from getting sunburnt or dying of dehydration, though I desperately need a drink. Neither is there a coin sized hole in my leg. The Arrow remains in my hand.

As for my soul…

I turn to inspect the figure standing at attention behind me. He looks like a spec-ops soldier, just with black and dark green armor plating in place of skin or cloth. His face is completely covered by a mask, the eyes appear to be two small telescopic lenses like those on night-vision goggles. He looks professional. Deadly.

Instinctively, I know his name.

"Happy Birthday, [Shoot To Thrill]."


A.N. Sorry it's so short and came out late, had a tight schedule today.