Chapter One.

Cairo, Egypt.

'Where am I?'
The body - or what was left of it - was moving. Shuddering with the force of exterior movements. The mind hurt. Synapsis fired, processing pain. 'My body. W-what has happened.'
'This is Speedwagon car number 2.'
'Speedwagon?' The mind worked to answer the question.
A man from Ogre Street. Robert E.O. Speedwagon. Friend and ally of Jonathen Joestar. Enemy and hindrance to the body and mind.
'We're heading along…'
The voice continued on. Unimportant. The mind and body worked. The body was numb. The mind was dumb.
'Body… retrieved.' Words washed over the body, falling black on the mind in places.
'Exposed to sunlight.' More words. A threat to the body and mind.
'Sunlight. Why is the sunlight a threat?' Then, with pain, the mind remembered. It was a vampire. The sun would end him as surely a bullet to the head would a mortal.
'Noriaki is dead.,' continued the voices.
Noriaki, another face, another name. But different. The mind evidenced this Noriaki. Kakyoin. A Stand User. The mind envisioned the stand. Hierophant Green. It remembered when it and the body had controlled Kakyoin. Together, the mind and body had killed Kakyoin. How they had… What had they done?
The mind hit a wall. What had the mind and body done?
'Polnareff is unconscious.' Polnareff. Stand User. Silver Chariot. His mind told him the head hurt. Or that it had previously. Then another name. Vanilla Ice. Vampire and Stand User. Dead. Killed by Polnareff. But so were others. Ice had killed for the mind and body.
Avdol, Stand User of Magician's Red. Iggy the mutt, Stand User of The Fool. Both dead. Vanilla Ice. Dead.
'Joseph Joestar's bodies in the…'
Joseph Joestar!
The mind screamed. The body was urged to move but could not, it was ruined.
Joseph Joestar. Grandson of Jonathan Joestar. Hamon and Stand User. Hermit Purple. Useless. And, and something else. Family?
'No!' The mind screamed. The mind and body had no family, they were dead. Both father's dead by his hand, one by blade the other poison. Mother? What became of the mother?
'This isn't over,' said another voice. Young and Strong. Jotaro Kujo. Grandson of Joseph, Stand User. Enemy and killer. The mind gave into hatred. A carnal desire pulsed into the body. The desire for blood and murder. For revenge.
More words, more sound.
Then, the body was prodded. Hoses and tubes pierced its flesh. They dug deep. The body grew weak. Blood was drained from the body, but where was it going. The body cried out, mirrored by the mind.
Then an extra heartbeat, then, a new voice, yet another. 'Jotaro, you fool. I live again thanks to you.'
As the new voice cut in, the draining of the body came to a halt.
'W-wait, Jotaro! I'm kidding! Kidding!' The voice kept talking. About music and of tarzan. The mind felt hatred. It felt belittled.
Then more words.
Joseph Joestar lived!
The mind out. But then, with its strength taken, the body fell silent.
For a time unknown to the mind, it was left crying and screaming. Thoughts flashed out. People, places, powers. George, Jonathen and Joseph followed by Jotaro. Enyava and Pucci, followed by other lesser beings like Vanilla Ice and Hol Horst. Ogre Street and Cairo. But another threatened to form. The mind did not understand its significance then the pain came.
True pain. Flame. Incineration. Ash.
The body went before the mind. Long enough to form the last word. Two words. A name.
'My name.'
Dio Brando.

Unknown, Unknown.

Flames greeted him as his eyes opened. The flames and smoke surrounded him. Screams echoed about him as he rose.
'W-where am I?'
The voice was weak and high, that of a childs. 'W-what is this.'
Before an answer could come, the child voiced individual fell to his hands and knees. Broken masonry surrounded him. Staures. Why was he around statues and flames. Had he been attacked? No. Ice or Pet Shop would have alerted him. So what was this, then he looked around.
'This is not-' before he could finish, an explosion rocked the floor, sending more screams to the roof.
They were a mix of screams, men and women, old and young, weak and strong.
'Idiots,' the voice muttered. A figure came through the smoke.
It was a giant. Its skin was the grey-white of a sharks underbelly. Fitting, given its hands and feet took the forms of a shark's fins. Its head was that of a hammerhead. A Stand perhaps. However, the child voiced individual could not remember having seen such a real looking Stand before.
Then the shark-creature marched over to him and raised him up. That caused fear in the individual. He remembered how large he had been. Just over half a dozen feet tall, he had been a monster of a man. Then he wondered, why was his voice so weak and high, why was the shark-creature so large.
'Nobody comes near me,' it said in a voice ruined by flame. 'Or the kid gets it!'
The individual's eyes widened. 'Kid! How dare this thing call me a kid! Why I should end you now. If that is to be the case-' Then, as suddenly as he had started the inner monologue. 'English, I am not speaking english.'
A strange laugh boomed out from the flames. 'Never fear! For I am here!' A figure broke out from the flames, he was enormous. He also looked a fool with his hair that formed two tufts. Though he seemed to be in good health given his well defined physique. 'All Might!' Cried out voices in jubilation.
'All Might, what kind of name is that?'
'Detroit Smash!'
The shark-creature was hit in the chest. Falling to the ruined ground beneath with the child individual in hand, then All Might reached out. 'Never fear, child, for All Might is here,' he said, catching him. 'Now then. Where are your parents.'

'Hello, I am Inspector Suzarin.' The child individual looked up. Inspector Suzarin was a small man, his skin drawn tight with age. Compared to the majority of people in the police station, Suzarin looked normal. The only deviancy evident was a small line a scales around his wrists leading up to his arm.
'Can you tell me your name.' Inspector Suzarine sat next to the individual. Even for his aged height, he was taller than the child voiced individual.
'Dio Brando.' The individual, Dio said.
'Well Dio, do you mind coming with me?'
'Not at all, Inspector Suzarin.' The Inspector seemed taken aback by how well Dio spoke, if that was because of the well-spoken Japanese or by his visible age, Dio didn't know.
'The please follow me.'
Suzarin led Dio to a small side room. It was a simple, if overly childish room. A small desk with four chairs, a low-down mirror and a camera. Dio caught himself in the mirror. Not for the first time, he was taken aback by himself. He looked young. Maybe four. The scar around his neck was as bad as it had been when he had merged with Jonathen. His body was still Jonathen's but his face and mind was still his.
'Please, Dio, have a seat.' Suzarin pulled out a chair in which Dio sat. 'Now, Dio, is it alright if I asked you a few simple questions?'
'Yes, Inspector.'
'Tell me Dio, where were you born?'
'London, Inspector. All my life.'
'London. Do you know where in London?'
Dio shook his head.
'Alright. And your last name is spelt as Brando, correct?' Suzarin asked, spelling the word out in his best english. Seemingly being kind to the boy.
'Yes, Inspector.'
'Your family. Can you tell me your parents' names?'
'Dario Brandon, and my mother is named…' Dio paused, a coldness sweeping over him/
'M-my mother. Why can I not name my own mother? Oh yes, I can name that worm, that snake that pushed her to an early grave, but yet I can not name her? What is wrong with me? I am immortal and control… No. This is exactly how that brat Jotaro bested me.'
'I-i can't remember my mother's name.' Dio said, tears rolling down his face.
Suzarin came to sit beside Dio, wiping his tears away with a handkerchief. 'Don't cry now son, I'm sure you'll remember in time.'
'Now, do you remember the phone number of anyone?'
'Phone number? A yes, those contraptions that people use. At least in this part I need not act.'
'No, Inspector.'
'That's ok. Now, are you here in Japan with your parents?'
'Of course he would ask such a question.' Dio turned. 'Yes, Inspector. My father said we would be visiting, but I can't remember why.'
'Thank you Dio. I won't ask you any more questions for the time being.'
'Someone will come along shortly to collect you…'
Suzarin trailed off. Talking about being under the care of the government. How it would be resolved shortly.
But Dio knew it wouldn't be.

'Suzarin,' called over a voice. The person with the voice, one officer named Tokoyami, walked over to him. 'That the caucassian kid sent off?'
Suzarin nodded. 'Yes. It's strange. He seems to speak excellent Japanese, but not read any. His english is also rather excellent from what I have been told. He named his father, but not his mother.' Suzarin took a pair of glasses from his pocket and put them on his face. 'And that ugly scar. I don't know the story behind it, but it can;t have been pleasant.'
'Well, you have heard about the case in Britain. Since he said he comes from London... '
The Inspector nodded. 'Your right. It seems unreasonable, but I've heard things are being resolved there. But let's not dwell on that. Are the British saying anything.'
Tokoyami looked down. 'No. They don't have any Dario or Dio Brando listed. We also haven't found any footage of him,, or any people looking like his parents, before the incident with that villain.'
'Well nothing can be done about that,' Suzarin said. 'His accomplishments seemed to be able to loop camera footage in certain places with his quirk.'
Tokoyami nodded. 'Lets just hope we have something to help that kid.'
Suzarin nodded, 'We can only hope.'

One year later, Japan.

'Now doctor,' Dio said. 'What is my quirk?'
Dio sat in the office alone with Doctor Moroto, an aged fossil. 'As you have instructed me, it is listed as a minor strength-endurance quirk. But in truth,' the doctor spoke, eyes glazed under the power of Dio, a set of finger imprints in her neck. 'You have no quirk.'
'Thank you doctor. Now,' he pulled his fingers from the neck, no blood covering them. 'Forget this and your commands. Make sure the evidence of my supposed quirk and lake of a real one is fully hidden.'

Ten years later, Japan.

'At times like these, I find it prudent to remind myself of my discoveries. I died, plain and simple. I seem to have been reborn in a world of super-powered individuals, using these powers, named quirks in their daily lives. These include heroes and villains, as well as construction crew and even washing machines. Four-fifths of people have quirks, I do not.
'Though there are hidden advantages to this. I have retained my vampiric abilities, and my Stand, The World. The downside is that whilst the sun does not kill me, it weakens me and my stand. In the day, my vampiric strength, mind control and such are severely weakened, maybe to as little as a fifth of their strength, though I believe that with enough blood, this can be ignored. With the moon, my powers reach their peak. The World seems unaffected on the matter of strength. But for its time stopping. At best, I have managed one point five seconds at night, with a tenth of a second in the day.
'Whilst poultry to my past record on nine seconds, this is indeed an advancement. As the scar around my neck heals, my time stopping power returns. I believe that within a half dozen years, my record will be re achieved. My body also returns to its vampiric form as well. Jonathen's body is fading, mine is blooming. Yet the mark of the Joestars persists.
fear that the mark alone will remain. A reminder of my past failures.'
Reaching the top of the hill, Dio looked forward to his future.
'To achieve my end goal, that which I had as a mortal, I shall become a hero. From this point on, my goal shall finally fall into sight.'

Ok, I know, this chapter is terrible. So i'm not new to fics, but to JoJo and Academia ficsI am, if that makes sense. So, this is basically a setup chapter. Meaning, in my opinion, its terrible. It is exposition and little more.
Also, the Italics are going to be Dio's thoughts (That's why last part so big) and probably how we hea the Time Stop stuff and maybe The World roaring or what not. Will deviate in places from Academia proper, but I'll try to keep on track.
So, take care and enjoy.