4 hours later.
Formaggio "Little Feet" Queso, 27. 5'5 feet tall and 170 lbs.
He was known for his incredible stamina and endurance. He is a legend in the world of decathlon.
A decathlon is a combined event in athletics consisting of ten track and field events. The word "decathlon" was formed, in analogy to the word "pentathlon", from Greek δέκα (déka, meaning "ten") and ἄθλος (áthlos, or ἄθλον, áthlon, meaning "contest" or "prize"). Events are held over two consecutive days and the winners are determined by the combined performance in all.
But Formaggio was a decathlete in a variation called extreme decathlon, where the events are all held in two hours.
The following events are what generally goes on in an event.
100 metre dash. Average performance: 1st
Long jump. Average performance: 3rd
Shot put. Average performance: 2nd
High jump. Average performance: 2nd
400 metre dash. Average performance: 1st
110 metres hurdles. Average performance: 1st
Discus throw. Average performance: 3rd
Pole vault. Average performance: 2nd
Javelin throw. Average performance: 3rd
1500 metre dash. Average performance: 1st
Realistically, he wasn't an ace in all of these, but he always place in top 3.
Jonathan closed the dossier Speedwagon gave him and thought 'This man is no pushover. I just hope Dio recovers soon.'
"JoJo, tell me more about the wine business you are planning to start." William said as he held his goblet up. "Of course, Mr. Zeppeli."
. . .
Dio slowly opened his eyes. Grunting as he that felt his whole body was sore. Bandaged and bruised, he smiled to himself.
"I won..." he muttered.
"You are awake, huh?" He turned to his left and saw Ghiaccio lying down on another hospital bed, half of his head bandaged from the top to the nose.
"Hey." Dio greeted. The clinic was empty, it was a small room and they occupy 2 out of 7 beds.
"You did well out there." Ghiaccio grumbled. "Yeah... I think I did." Dio sighed. "You showed unreasonable amounts of resolve. Despite being ill." The hot tempered man calmly said, causing the blond to gasp.
"How did you..."
"A healthy person doesn't just simply puke a shit ton of blood." Ghiaccio countered.
"... Yeah. You pushed me to my absolute limits too. That I have to resort to trickery just to beat you." Dio humbly muttered. Ghiaccio gritted his teeth but smiled "Heh. I'D LOVE A REMATCH!"
Dio frowned "Are you serious?"
"Not right now. What I meant is, you better fucking win. YOU BETTER NOT LOSE UNTIL I BEAT YOU!" Ghiaccio yelled with a large grin.
The ill man glanced at the hockey player with awe.
"OY?! DIDN'T YOU HEAR ME?! CAUSE I'M PRETTY SURE I AM FUCKING LOUD RIGHT NOW!" Ghiaccio continued to yell as he looked around, not being able to see anything due to the bandages covering his eyes.
"I will, on the condition that YOU BETTER BE CHEERING ME TOO!" Dio coughed but he tried to yell anyway.
Ghiaccio grinned "Yeah, you better not let my support go to waste, you fucking prick."
The door opened and Ghiaccio's smile disappeared.
"YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" It was Stroheim, coming around for a visit.
GHIACCIO "THE FROSTBITE" LIDELL RETIRES IN THE SECOND ROUND.
. . .
Giorno poked his chicken nugget with his fork. "Hey. Don't worry about him, kid. He is the toughest asshole I've ever met." Johnny reasurringly said as he ate his hamburger.
He is currently sitting with Johnny while Gappy was taking a long time to return from the buffet. Jonathan was invited by Speedwagon and William to eat with them.
"I know, it's just... I feel kinda bad for... Lashing out on him." The blond young man confessed. "Don't sweat it, you more than made up for it by forgiving him." Johnny sipped his cola before resuming "I mean, your dad is piece of shit. Kinda surprised that you didn't grew up to be like him. But he is trying his best. And he has my respect for that."
Giorno finally decided to dig in.
"Well, well, well, what a surprise to see such a familiar face here."
The son of Dio gasped and choked on his food as Johnny glared at the man. "Valentine..."
"Now, now, no need for hostilities. It's been 13 years since then. You have to move on." The president smiled.
"Oh shit! Are you okay?!" Smokey gave Giorno his mango shake so the boy can save himself.
"I'll never forget how you just ignored our pleas for help. Some governor you were." Johnny spat spitefully. "This is about Zeppeli again, isn't it?" The president frowned. The beanie karateka remained silent as he glared at the fabulous president.
"You can't let yourself remain glued to the past. But if you're going to be anyways, I'll have you know that I can't bring the dead back." Funny said before turning around to walk away.
"Dojyan."
"Sheesh, you have to be more careful, kid. You could have died!" Smokey kindly scolded as he oat Giorno's back "S-Sorry, Vice President. It's just rare for me to see you and the President up close."
"Haha! I do get that alot! Anyways, enjoy your evening, gentlemen. And uh, hey, I'm terribly sorry for his behavior. He tends to be smug at times." Smokey apologized to Johnny. "Don't worry, I don't hate you." The man replied.
The vice president waved and left. Giorno glanced at the angry Johnny.
'I wonder what exactly happened between them?' He decided not to ask.
"I'm back!" Gappy said as he returned with a cart full of dishes.
"WHAT THE FUCK?!" Johnny cussed. "You're gonna eat all of that?!" Giorno asked in surprise.
. . .
"Hey, Choco! Where are you going? Are you on duty?" Mista asked. "Hmm? No, I'm just squatting around the clinic and decided to treat the two combatants. The doctor gave up however and told me I was so much better that he had to quit his job. Kinda odd." Ciocolatta pondered as he tapped his chin with his pen. "Well! May I tag along? I'm quite acquainted with Giorno's dad and its been awhile since we last saw eachother." Mista enthusiastically asked. "Sure." The doctor shrugged.
'I need to talk to Dio...' Ciocolatta thought grimly. He just hopes he is awake right now. They heard noises from inside the clinic.
"THAT WAS SO POWERFUL, LIKE, ARE YOU OF ARYAN DESCENT?!"
"Uhh, no, I'm part Italian I think."
"SUBARASHIIIIIEEEEEEEE!"
"OI, WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU SPEAKING WEEABOO, YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE GERMAN!"
The doctor and the young man entered the clinic. "Ah, I see we have a visitor." Ciocolatta smiled.
"Yo, Mr. Dio!" Mista greeted.
"Mista, it's refreshing to see you again- oh? Have you been working out?" Dio asked. "HELL YEAH! THANK YOU FOR NOTICING!" Mista grinned 'Something is odd. He seemed relatively calmer than usual. Might have something to do with getting injured.'
"I watched the fight earlier back in the suite, it was fucking awesome! I wished I stayed and watched it live!" Mista yelled. "CAN YOU KEEP IT THE FUCK DOWN?!" Ghiaccio screamed as Ciocolatta tend to his injuries.
"YOOO, YOUNG BLOOD! LOWER YOUR VOICE, THEY NEED TO RELAX AS MUCH AS THEY CAN!" Stroheim yelled. "YOU SHUT THE FUCK UP TOO!" Ghiaccio said while Ciocolatta checked his pulse rate "Mr. Ghiaccio, you were awake this whole time aren't you?" Ciocolatta asked. "YEAH. SLEEPING IS BORING." The man replied.
"Let me just give you something to help you relax, your heart rate is off the charts!" Ciocolatta said as he went to the cabinet.
"You were better off watching it in your room, I remember seeing the crowd fight their ass off." Dio dismissed. "YEAH! IT WAS WILD!" Stroheim butts in. "Oh right, but don't worry. I can take care o myself." Mista proudly flexed his muscles and posed.
Ghiaccio's eyes widened as he was injected with a sedative. "You're too stressed out." Dr. Greene said.
"WHAAAAAT THE FUUUUUUCK IS GOIIIIIING OOOOOnnnn..." the sedative worked almost immediately. "HA! AHAHA! HE PAST AWAY IN SLOW MOTION!" Stroheim exclaimed.
"Excuse me, gentlemen. I might have to ask you two to leave. I need to speak with Mr. Brando in private." Ciocolatta said. The two visitors glanced at him before complying. Dio simply observed the doctor as the man removed his glasses.
"What do you want?" Dio asked. "Lets start by introducing myself. My name is Ciocolatta Greene. I am aware that you were taking my supplements." The doctor said.
"Holy shit, it's you?! Aren't you my opponent in one of the upcoming rounds?" Dio asked. "Yes. But you see, I don't care much about winning. What I do care about is the performance of my medicine." Ciocolatta stated.
"Explain." Dio demands.
"You see, Green Day has some medical and steroid properties that may help you hold on. Considering I know what danger you are right now, it is my duty as a doctor to help you. So I am offering additional medicines that may help you even further." Cioclatta said. "Oh? And how do I know you're not sabotaging me." Dio replied.
"Like I said, I don't care about winning. What I care about is research. To evolve my creation to help the future of sports medicine and humanity in general!" He exclaimed as he walked towards his desk.
"I want you to win as much as you do. So I will do anything I can to help your health." Ciocolatta excitedly said before bringing out his laptop and opening it, leaving Dio speechless.
"You see, I've deduced that you have AIDS based on the symptoms I observed through your fights and appearance. Your yellowish eyes, your slight trembling, your muscles' involuntary twitching, EVERYTHING! And as you can see in this graph I made, You only have until tomorrow if you don't take my other sustainance that goes well with Green Day. If you weren't exerting yourself like you did earlier, you can live up to two more months until you get proper medication. I know, you know this. But for some reason, you are pushing on."
Dio's mouth fell after hearing that he was to die tomorrow if this doctor did not intervene.
"It must be a very formidable conviction or suicidal tendency, but I don't care that much as I am a very simple person." Ciocolatta said as he clicked exit.
Dio observed the doctor as he continued to explain. Dio is a lawyer. He knows psychological cues and manipulative tactics enough to know that this man isn't lying at all. He had to pick up this intuition to save himself from working with clients that will go after his head regardless of the outcome of his cases.
"Now, the Green Day tablet works really well with my recent creation. The Green Tea." Cioclatta said as he fished out his phone. "You see, I specifically invented these two to go hand in hand as a performance enchancing tablet and a powdered drink that boosts the immune system's immunity. It's far away from what I want since it's still detectable in thorough drug tests, but the concern here is raising your chances of winning." Ciocolatta showed him famous athletes from around the world that uses his product.
Dio's eyes widened "Holy fuck, I can't believe these people use this!"
Ciocolatta chuckled "Yes, the average drug testing administration can't detect them. And I sell it for a very hefty prize."
"I knew you were a criminal of some sort." Dio smirked. "Of course! I have ties with Passione. But don't worry, Polpo is backing you up." The doctor giggled.
"So what do you gain if I do win?" Dio asked. "Research. On the effects it has on a dying man." Ciocolatta said before turning back to his patients.
"I am a resident of the criminal underworld. It's normal for me to not fear death. But how about you? Weren't you scared?" The greenet asked.
Dio cockily smiled "I was. But I realized I was gonna die either way. And I ain't gonna die afraid!"
Cioclatta returned the smile "You are an interesting specimen, Mr. Brando."
. . .
Inside an elevator in the hotel.
Trish glanced at her room key but as the elevator reached a floor, it was someone she'd rather not see.
Anasui took a step inside as Trish avoided him.
"Hey." Anasui broke the ice as they stared at the doors closing in. Trish remained silent. "I know that you and me, we both like the same thing. To be with them."
"That's not true... I'm not an asshole like you..." Trish replied to the drag.
"I saw the way you stuck with him. You look at that guy the way I look at my girl." Anasui smirked. Trish gasped, so this is why he glared at her before leaving earlier.
"If we don't do something about it, those two are gonna end up together. I can't do this alone, you know." Anasui states.
"Piss off, i-if that's what Giorno wants then so be it!" Trish stuttered defiantly.
The elevator doors opened as Anasui stepped outside "Have you ever considered what you wanted?" He said without looking back at her.
The doors closed and Trish was left inside to ponder the words that continued to echo around the walls.
. . .
"Uncle JoJo." Giorno greets as he approached his uncle in the hotel lobby. "Hello, kid." Jonathan smiled.
"I've been thinking about what I said earlier and I just wanna say I'm sorry... I was selfish." Giorno scratched the back of his head, causing the big man to smile even wider "Don't sweat the small stuff! I should be the one to apologize for tapping your cheek."
'That was just a tap?!' Giorno thought grimly.
"Anyways, I already fetched you your key! Here ya go!" Jonathan tossed it to him.
"Jonathan!" They heard a feminine voice call him. "Auntie Erina!" Giorno greets.
"Oh hi, Giorno! How are you?" Erina paused to ruffle the young man's hair.
"Hey, hey, you're gonna ruin my hairdo..." Giorno weakly protested. "So fashionable as always." She smiled before turning to Jonathan.
She hugged the giant and lifted him off his feet, much to Giorno's awe.
"I'm so happy! I'm so happy, happy, happy!" Erina cheered as Jonathan got dizzy from being thrown around "H-Hey, what gives, my love?" Jonathan asked.
"Remember what we did last week?" She whispered coyly, Jonathan's face flushed.
"Giorno, come here, let me tell you a secret." She giggled as she motioned the young man to come closer. "E-Erina! Don't go in to detail!" Jonathan protested as she lets him go.
Giorno wordlessly approached her.
"YOU'RE GONNA HAVE A COUSIN!" She screamed at his ear.
. . .
Rina covered her mouth as she rubbed the sleeve of her yukata 'Haah, I'm gonna see my husband again... He is so kawaii...'
She smiled sincerely, staring at the ground as she walked through the night, Johnny told her on the phone that he was near the small forest on the west side of the dome. 'Doki doki! My heart is thumping at the thought of touching him again... Ahhh!' She giggled to herself before she finally found the person she was looking for.
"Johnny-kun..." His wife smiled sweetly as she saw him sulking near the woods area of the small island. "Hey." Johnny flatly replied without even looking at her.
"What's wrong?" Rina asked as she stood next to him. "Nothing- EH?!" Johnny squeaked as he was hugged and groped from behind.
"Omae... Tell me what's wrong." Rina said in a punkish voice. "Okay! Okay! I got pissed cause I saw Valentine! Now let go of me, we're in public!" Johnny protested. "Mmmmm, dame da ne. I want everyone to see that you're mine..." Rina grinned as she squeezed Johnny's thing.
"N-No! Why do you always do this, you pervert!" Johnny asked in fear.
. . .
Polpo and Doppio entered the clinic.
"How was he?" The gigantic capo asked. "He is doing well. Very well I might add. Not everyone can endure Green Tea, let alone a sick man." Ciocolatta glanced at the sleeping Dio.
"Ohhh..! Mr. Lidell is here too!" Doppio said as he poked the unconcious man's bandages.
"... Ow... Ow! WHAT THE HELL?! WHO GOES THERE?!" Ghiaccio asked as the excessive poking woke him up. "Hello hello! It's me." Doppio greets.
"QUIT POKING ME, I'M TRYNNA SLEEP." Ghiaccio growled before turning to his side.
"There is a reason I sell the two seperately." Ciocolatta crossed his arms. "And that reason being?" Polpo raised an eyebrow.
"Green Tea overclocks the heart to pump more blood around, and as you know, you need RBC (red blood cells) to soothe your aching muscles, bruises and swells. WBC (white blood cells) to boost your immune system, but it subtracts alot of calcium from the person's bones to produce more. An average person dies immediately if they took it both." The doctor explained.
"... I'm gonna tell the boss to just bet on Dio til the end." Polpo insists. "Vote." Doppio corrects. "Don't try to correct me, you're even more wrong!" Polpo scolds.
"Wronger, not more wrong."
"Argh!"
. . .
"Man, so it's my turn tomorrow huh?" Formaggio asked. "Yo Illuso, you think I'm gonna have to fight him too?"
Illuso turned to him with his fedora "I doubt'it. The chance o' him having all his trials to be fights, is... Cha, impossible."
"Can you stop being Michael Jackson and act normal for once?" Formaggio said, frowning.
"Ya can't tell me what to do, midget."
"Oh you fucker!"
"D'AWWWW!"
. . .
"Josuke, Josuke! I wanna go to the pool, I wanna, I wanna!" Joshu screamed as he jumped up and down. "Calm down! Sheesh, grow up, you're 19! You can't be acting like that anymore!" Gappy said as he rummaged through the duffelbag.
"Ora, just don't do anything stupid." Gappy said as he tossed the younger man's swimming trunks. "Uwaaah, what do you think I am? A moron?" Joshu frowned.
"Yes. Now get out before I change my mind." Gappy dismissed him as he turned on the TV.
"Nnn, I'll show you, I'll show you! I'm no moron! And Yasuho will choose me over you!" Joshu continued whining. Gappy rolled his eyes and said "I changed my mind!"
"AHH! I'M GOING, I'M GOING!" Joshu screamed as he darted out the hotel room.
. . .
Jolyne's feet dangled off her bed as she sent Giorno a message. Which were not seen by the boy much to her frustration.
Unknown to her, her uncle was lying on his own bed, sending Giorno a couple of messages, which were also not yet seen by the boy, much to his frustration. "Ughh... What a slow day." Josuke whined before glancing at his nephew. "Awesome as always, Mr. Jotaro."
Jotaro grunted his response as he did pushups.
With his fingers.
. . .
Alot was happening to fast for Giorno to digest, he decided to head to his room to sleep it off so he can have a fresh start in the morning. But it was so early.
"Hey, you're Dio's son, right?" He heard a gruff voice.
He turned around to see Bruford Ford.
"Name's Bruford. I believe we're gonna be facing eachother in the Juniors. Nice to meet you." The man reached out to shake his hand.
'He's as tall as uncle JoJo..!' Giorno thought before gulping "Giorno... The pleasure is mine."
Giorno's eyes widened as Bruford's grip was really firm, it was unmovable. Bruford grinned "Looking forward to face you! Seeing as your dad is a strong one! We're gonna have alot of fun!"
The larger man retreated and said his farewell "See you around!"
"Ah... Yeah." Giorno meekly replied. Just as when he thought he got stronger, that man totally outclassed him.
It made him insecure but at the same time it excites him. He glanced at his hand, closing it. "There's nowhere else to go... But forward."
He barged inside his room and immediately started doing burpees "1..! 2..! 3! Gasp. 4..!"
. . .
"What the hell is Williams doing now?" ACDC whispered at Kars as the youth was sitting down and meditating on the floor.
"He was doing an ancient ritual that prepares himself for slumber." Kars flatly replied. "What the fuc- I thought bringing him to the city finally civilized him?" ACDC whispered.
"It's not that easy. His aztec roots are deeply engraved in his blood." Kars dismissed as he crossed his arms. "And besides, he is not even human to begin with."
"WAMUU!" The large man raised his arms whilst sitting.
"W-What the hell is he doing now?!" ACDC asked, freaked out.
"AYAYAYAYYYYYYYYYYYYY! EHEHHHHEH!"
"Performing a chant to reinvigorate his fighting spirit." Kars calmly replied. 'Damn, I never knew being sane was so difficult..!' The manager facepalmed.
. . .
"BARK! BARK! BARK!" Secco barked at the desk lady, freaking her out. "Oy, oy! Secco! What the hell are you doing?! I told you to stay on your room!" Mista said as he dragged the man away.
The people in the lobby stared at the two in amazement as Mista dragged the manchild away.
"I-Is he your dog?" One of the security guards asked. "How rude! He is a human!" Mista angrily said.
. . .
"Jonathan Joestar." Lisa Lisa called out as the couple were about to open the door to their room.
Erina glared at the woman.
"Oh, hi uhh... Miss?" Jonathan asked. "Elizabeth. I believe you know me as the woman you saved that one time during that magnitude 6 earthquake when you had your bodybuilding competition in Kansas." The woman adjusted her shades.
'What kind of an asshole wears sunglasses indoors?!' Erina thought spitefully. "Oh! That was you? I am so sorry I forgot about it- heh." Jonathan sheepishly rubbed the back of his head.
"I've been looking for you ever since. I managed to track you down on your gym but you weren't there the time I visited and ended up being sexually harrassed by your adoptive brother." Lisa Lisa crossed her arms.
Flashback. Chapter 4.
"Hey, signorina."
Lisa Lisa turned around "Oh? I recognize you, Dio Joestar."
"Yes." Dio huskily replied as he combed his hair back. "Great, have you seen your brother? I want to thank him for saving me." Lisa Lisa said as she waved some files with the desire to invest on his business. Dio frowned in envy "He is engaged."
"I see. But that's not what I'm-"
"And he ain't here. Now I have a proposition for you." Dio smirked seductively as Lisa Lisa raised an eyebrow.
The blond posed fabulously and said "Sit on my face, and I will eat my way to your heart."
Lisa Lisa frowned 'What the fuck is wrong with this man...'
"And so I can make you wryyy at bed. I bet my whole fortune on that, madamoiselle." Dio huskily whispered at the unamused woman. Lisa Lisa simply pepper sprayed the annoying blond man.
"AAAGHH! You bitch!" Dio fell on his knees as the woman coolly walked away and re-adjusted her sunglasses.
Flashback ends.
"A-Ahh... I uhh, I was inside the gym that day. I guess he lied to flirt with you some more..." Jonathan chuckled embarrassed at his brother's behavior. Erina covered her mouth, trying to stop her laughter from errupting.
"I planned on investing on your gym as I mentioned before, but I have another plan to help you show my gratitude." Lisa Lisa said.
"Back off, he is engaged." Erina snarled. Lisa Lisa ignored her "I am a manager of Panzerkampfwagen Gesundheit. One of your opponents. I can tell my employee to throw the fight and give you a guaranteed wi-"
Jonathan laughed out loud, surprising the two women.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry! We don't need it. But I don't mean to underestimate your man." Jonathan said.
"Why?" Lisa Lisa asked in shock.
"It's not about me or my gym anymore. It's about the man fighting to overcome his future. And I can't disrespect him by arranging a fixed fight for him. He is my brother after all." The gentleman smiled.
"Amazing... Very well. I changed my mind. We are gonna thoroughly crush you and try our best." Lisa Lisa declared. "Yes! Don't hold back!" Jonathan smiled back.
The woman left.
After a few minutes of silence, Erina nudged Jonathan and asked "Wanna have twins?"
"It doesn't work like that, Erina!"