Chapter Two.

Dio Brandon stood before U.A. High School. Immediately to his left, a sign reading "U. School Entrance Exam Location." Others, those others seeking a place amongst this prestigious school's student body, walked around him. 'This is the place in which my history begins.'
Walking past the gate and onto the school grounds, he already saw one future failure. A boy with green hair tripping over, a casual occurrence, but such an occurrence could be his undoing in the distant future. Then besides him, helping him stand up, a girl. A waste of time to help a failure.
Signs were plastard about, some maps, others simple arrows guiding the students to the exam orientation. All in kanji, none in english.
In the orientation, the hero known as Present Mic informed Dio and the others there about what they were to face. Three types of robots, each worth between one and three points. Then, one other student, designated as seven thousand one hundred and eleven, noted that there were four. Bringing to light both the zero point robot and the muttering green haired failure.
From there, Dio and the rest of Group B took a bus to their mock urban battle. Amongst his numbers were green boy, girl and seven thousand. Others stood out, such as one with webbed-arms, another with a belt of sorts and others with strange body changing quirks.
And yet again, the green boy was made a fool of by seven thousand.
Marching to the gate, Dio heard the call from Present Mic. It seemed odd to him, that those that wished to become heroes believed they would get a countdown. He had not expected one. He had not given Kakyoin the courtesy of one.
Running into the city, Dio took an immediate turn to the left, separating himself from the majority of the candidates that had followed in his wake. From there on, he saw few other students nearer the entrance save those few that had followed him left. Near a sidestreet, one of the robots broke out against him.
It was cyclopean, its neck seeming too-long for its head. Two shielded arms broke out from its chest as it rode forwards on a lone wheel. 'I'll kill you,' it rumbled.
'Useless,' Dio said. His fist came out and cut up. His fist caught it in the chest, first denting, then piercing metal. He pushed it in, grasping at its wiring and pulling. Crushing its works between his hands under his inhuman strength. 'Barely enough,' he said, dissatisfied by the sun's weakening of him.
The sides of the robot were marked by its point rating. Written in white was the number '1'.
'Pathetic.'
From then on, Dio went to the centre of the battle, where the majority of the robots were located.

Izumi Qin, user of the Quirk named Oil Gun, stood back from the fighting. He had taken the first robot out by pulling loose the lid of its fuel tank, letting it splash out as it moved erratically. He had collected its oil, turning it into a sphere that morphed becoming a lance. With that lance he had scored his first two points.
That was when the blond had appeared. Messy haired, over half a dozen feet tall, he had run into a mass of the robots. Slowly, methodically, he had cut their numbers in half.
That was when Izumi Qin knew he would leave with nothing more than two points.

Dio looked up at the commotion. The zero point robot had made an appearance. Green boy was fighting it. 'What a waste.'
Then, suddenly, he punched it.
'What!' Dio called out, finishing a two point robot, seuring his sixty-third point.
'Time up!'

Dio headed home. He walked down the hill on which U.A. was built. Walked straight across from the hill and immediately right. He continued on until reaching a run down area of musutafu. Nearing the outskirts of that area was his house.
Though in the Japanese care system for eleven years. Dio had procured himself a small, cheap home to live in.
Entering the house, Dio removed his shoes, as was the custom the Japanese had, and for the fact that the flooring near the door was shoddy and he didn't want to damage it for the time being.
The living room was occupied by a simple couch, two chairs and a low table. Though a small and unadorned place, it was better than his boyhood house. 'One day, Cairo will replace this.'
Sitting down, Dio reclined and rested.

It was a week before the U.A. gave their answer. A letter with the U.A. seal keeping it closed. The seal reminded Dio of a better, simpler age. An age when he had little to no opposition. Yet even then, in those days, he had been prevented from unleashing his zombies on England and the world. From attaining the blood of Joseph by Jotaro. But there was little pint to such remembercing. They were useless.
Opening the letter, he removed its contents and read it.
In short, it was his acceptance to U.A.
'As it should be.'

So, this chapter is possibly just half the size of the last, sorry about that. But it gives me a clear perspective on this. I think I will finally feel comfortable after writing out the USJ stuff. From then on I should have a grip on Dio, and one or two other key characters.
So, to reply to the reviews. Cat. Sadly SC made it clear others can not "see" Stands, but they can see and feel their effects/actions, such a cell door and Avdol's Red causing the heat. So I have a few plans for that minor tidbit. Wonder if the school had knives? Or if the support course has floating knives?
Secondly, Greer. Thank you very much. I will not lie, I hardly looked if anyone was doing a crossover like this. Only saw one other mentioning Dio. So I decided to do this.
Anyway, to you all, hope you enjoy and take care.