"End of the line, Narc." Weather said as he cornered Anasui on the bridge to the mainland.
"Why are you trying to stop me, Weather?" Anasui asked menacingly as he turned around. The two ran and parkoured for 2 miles and were absolutely not winded.
"You gone too far. You even did what you said you won't." The older man said. "I did what I had to do." Anasui spat.
"What situation calls for you to beat the fuck out of two people with a pipe?" His mentor asked.
"I only beat one." The student muttered. "You're unstable. If they caught you again, they are gonna send you to the asylum for sure." Weather drifted off before his eyes widened.
The empty bridge they were on had a eerie yellow car driving slowly. 'Why is this car so slow?'
Anasui turned to look at what Weather was looking at and saw a car "That was weird. Does this mean the match is finally over?" He asked no one.
Weather saw the silhouette of one of his peers. "Kawajiri Kosaku. I thought he already forfeited. I guess he only decided to leave now..." he muttered.
The two crossfitters/traceurs stared eachother down once more as the weird car finally got away.
"So?"
"So."
Weather took a step forward. "What are you planning to do, brother?" Anasui asked as he stepped back. "I have to take you in." Weather said.
"You can't be serious."
"I have never been more serious in my life."
Anasui gritted his teeth "That life will be very short if you come closer. I don't want to do this to you, Weather."
"Are you seriously considering on killing me too? You are my friend. What kind of a friend am I if I let you continue being a monster." Weather calmly said as he walked towards him.
"You hurt someone innocent." Weather continued.
"Nothing is innocent about that fucking bitch!" Anasui snapped. "You hurt Jolyne." Weather said in a stern tone.
Anasui's eyes widened as his mind goes full retard.
"You already killed Josie. Just for seeing HER brother. You promised me, yourself and everyone that you won't hurt the one you love again." Weather was 5 steps away as Anasui glanced to the ground. But Anasui's world became mute after that. He didn't hear his reason and assumed the worst.
The older man stopped as the psycho started laughing.
"SO YOU LIKE HER TOO, ALL THIS TIME?!"
Weather got startled "What, no."
"YOU TREACHEROUS SNAKE! YOU JUDAS!"
"You don't qualify to be as good as Jesus to have the right to call people Judas, you psycho." Weather rolled his eyes and lowered his guard.
"YOU BENEDICT ARNOLD, YOU FUCKING EPHIALTES!" Anasui grabbed his collar.
"Calm down-" Weather got punched in the face as Anasui pushed and pinned him to the railing. "I will kill you! I will kill you ALL!" Anasui continued to squash the disoriented Weather to the railing.
"The kind of evil that doesn't realize that it's evil... is the worst kind there is..!" Weather grunted before pulling the strand of Anasui's hair as they both fell off the fucking bridge.
"WOAH, WHAT THE FUCK YOU THINK YOU'RE- AAAAAAAAAHHHH! YOU'RE FUCKING INSANE!" Anasui screamed.
"That's rich coming from y-" a huge splash as they hit the water.
. . .
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3 minutes later.
"MUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDA-"
"ATATATATATATATATATATATA-"
"I guess they aren't so different." Trish muttered.
"Move aside, Guido. I'm gonna get his vital signs." Ciocolatta said as he equipped his stethoscope and BP apparatus.
Mista turned to Trish and FF before shrugging his arms to his side "Who did this?!"
Jonathan and Dio briefly stopped fighting whats left of the bed and glanced at the girls looking like rabid wild men.
Trish gulped "I-It's a long story..."
"Ughh... My head." Jolyne muttered as she was disoriented.
...
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Good thing this is the last match for the day, because Speedwagon's heart can't take much more stress. "HEAAAUGH!" He grunted as he had a mini heart attack. "OH SHIIIIIIIT! THE BITCH GOT BODIED!" Pucci exclaimed as he jumped up and down from the picture. "What are you still doing here?" William asked.
They are inside the main office as Speedwagon's Ogre Squad reported the incident.
"Mr. Tarkus English and Mr. Bruford Ford has been transported to the hospital to the mainland." Tattoo reports.
Robert fainted. "Damn, that nigga got fucked up." Pucci muttered referring to Speedwagon's unconcious body on the floor.
"Who the bloody hell could this murderer be?!" William asked before gasping. "Set me up a meeting with Passione."
...
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"That was really weird, do you think they fix the matches to Dio's favor?" Illuso asked as they walked towards the the skyscraper of a hotel.
"I don't think so. I heard the doctor is the boss' contender." Formaggio shrugged. "HE GOT PAID MORE FOR DOING THAT?! THE BOSS SHOULD HAVE JUST HIRED ME INSTEAD, I'D ATLEAST PUT UP A BETTER SHOW THAN THAT AUTIST LOOKING FUCK." Ghiaccio complained.
The squad suddenly stepped aside as a guy in a sailor outfit ran past them. "NOW WHO THE FUCK IS THAT GUY?!"
Flashback
'Josuke, be careful.' Yasuho stuttered.
'Yeah. Don't let it get public. Go home. I don't think its safe for you and the others.' Gappy replied nonchalantly.
'How do you know?' Rina asked. 'Uhh, duh. Its the hand fetish killer from like, last year." Gappy replied in a matter of fact tone.
"Well, whatever the case, I think Josuke is right." Erina sighed before leaving a message to Jonathan on her phone.
"Where are you going?" Yasuho asked her boyfriend. "I'm going to check on them." He replied. "Bye bye."
Flashback ends
Gappy halted as he saw Jonathan emerged from the clinic door unscathed.
The door is still closed but the man just walked through it like wet cardboard with a perpetually pissed expression, he walked off to nothing to calm his nerves.
"What a bastard..." Johnny muttered before spotting Gappy. "Hey. Where have you been?"
"There's a ruckus on the oh... What happened to him?" Gappy asked, referring to Giorno.
Foo Fighters groaned "I just finished telling what happened!"
"Start over, I wasn't hear to listen earlier so..." Gappy demanded.
"He got attacked by a goddamn jealous shithead because Giorno made the sin of being friends with this girl." Mista replied sulkingly and pointed to Jolyne.
"I... I'm sorry. I think it's my fault." Jolyne mumbled. "Don't blame yourself, it's Anasui's fault." Trish reassured her.
"Your fault or not, NOBODY TOUCHES ANASUI!" Dio said, finally coming back to his senses.
"Let me guess, so you can beat him up yourself?" Johnny asked as he raised an eyebrow.
"No... GIORNO HAS TO BE THE ONE TO BEAT HIS ASS." Dio proclaimed as he stood up. "KID. Take us to him!" He demanded Jolyne.
"W-What?!" Jolyne asked in shock. "Weather is already chasing him." FF said. "Who the hell is Weather?" Dio asked. "I think I saw him as one of your opponents." Mista muttered.
"PFFFT! THE CROSSFITTER?! AHAHAHA!"
Ciocolatta's phone rang, it was the boss. He wordlessly left but no one except Gappy and Johnny noticed.
Trish glanced at Giorno. 'So far, the doctor said his vital signs are stable. His pulse is beating at a normal rate and his blood pressure is fine. I just hope whatever he is making Giorno take can heal him fast enough.'
...
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The day has passed. Ciocolatta was reprimanded by the don of Passione.
William was denied of his request. "Ahahaaa! Dumbfuck." Pucci snickered.
Dio loitered around in the spot he found in the woods, staring at the city.
Jonathan was informed and opted on escorting Erina home with the girls.
Gappy has a plan to find out where the killer went before deciding its too much trouble. He went to get some ice cream.
Johnny simply stayed in the clinic with Mista, looking out for Giorno.
"I knew something bad is gonna happen..! It's the FOURTH match! Four is badluck, you know?!"
"Oh for fuck's sake."
Trish returned to her mother, who was informed of what her jackass father just did.
...
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"HAUGH!" Speedwagon had another heart attack as another piece of news entered his desk.
WEATHER "STORM" REPORT HAS BEEN DECLARED MISSING, UNAVAILABLE TO PARTICIPATE IN THE NEXT MATCH.
"Boss!" Kenpo yelled out in concern as Speedwagon slumped down the desk. He held Robert as the man was half concious "I'm alright."
"T-That's not all..." Kenpo said before gulping.
...
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"Hey... You gotta be kidding me!" Formaggio trembled as him and the squad were all leaning towards Melone's laptop. "I FUCKING KNEW IT! I FUCKING CALLED IT! HE IS..!" Ghiaccio drifted off.
"IS THIS EVEN TRUE?" Pesci asked. But before Prosciutto can scream at him, Risotto interrupted "Probable. I knew something was wrong, the moment he stepped to the arena."
"Impossible!" Polnareff gasped as he almost dropped the phone of his wheelchair. "Oi, Polnareff." Jotaro greeted at the hotel lounge.
"Jotaro! Have you seen the news?!" Polnareff fumbled before showing Jotaro his phone.
"N-Nani..!?" Jotaro gasped at the revelation.
"Jotaro-saaaan!" Josuke yelled as he waved his arm out, he was walking with Jolyne, who was with an arm sling.
...
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Yoshihiro Kira is well versed in computers, he is the one who managed to disrupt the CCTVs that allowed zero footage to be recorded from the crime scene his two sons made.
And to add a diversion to keep the attention away from Mary Queens' murder, he accessed the files and archives of Speedwagon Foundation, unbeknowst to William Zeppeli. He leaked something to the public that should not be leaked.
That Dio, is ill.
...
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The night has passed. Morning came.
And the news spread fast overnight. Like wildfire. Murmurs from the public emerged. Some respected Dio for his unwavering conviction. Some jeered him, considering this an attempt to go out in a blaze of glory as the final hurrah of a dying man. Some questioned the authenticity of the matches, specially after Ciocolatta "The Mad Doctor" Greene's decision to forfeit.
It was broadcasted around the world.
"My, oh my!" Funny Valentine chuckled as he read the newspaper. "You really are old fashioned, aren't you?" Smokey snarked as he browsed his smartphone.
Dio became aware of it. And he was silent about it. He stayed up all night, sitting next to Giorno's bed. Mista was sleeping on one of the spare beds while Johnny left.
He received the news that he won't have to weather the storm battling Weather "Storm" Report.
It was an unfortunate set of events. Dio realized that his moral compass is starting to get stronger as he hoped and prayed that the missing man is alright.
The door opened.
"I'm not up for a fucking interview, piss off." Dio stated, without even looking at the person who entered. He knew for sure it wasn't the doc because the greenet just told him he has some business to attend to, and that he should keep checking Giorno's wounds every 2 hours.
"You really are insane aren't you?"
Dio turned and saw the Pillar Men.
"Damn. What happened to him?" ACDC muttered as Wamuu ran towards the bedside. "My rival! Who could have done such vile thing?!"
"Shut the fuck up, can't you see Mista is sleeping over there?" Dio was in no mood for bullshit. His time is running out and his son just entered a coma.
"Before I put you out for good. I want to know what exactly went through your head making this decision." Kars asked the blond man.
"I've been saying it over and over again. Goddamnit." Dio dismissively waved off. "You haven't said it to us." Wamuu muttered.
"Have you gone crazy from AIDS? Didn't know it gives you brain damage." ACDC snarked.
"Well, what do you fuckheads think?" Dio asked them for a change.
"It's probably just your ego getting the best of you." Kars crossed his arms.
"Because you have nothing better to do." ACDC shrugged.
"It's because you value your honor as a man, you want to go out with a bang and inspire the people you will inevitably leave behind." Wamuu explained as Kars and ACDC looked at him like he just grew a second head.
But surprisingly, Dio said that the young man was right.
...
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"I just fell off the stairs." Jolyne said. "Clumsy idiot." Jotaro muttered under his breath, causing Jolyne's eye to twitch "THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT, DAD! IF YOU ONLY KNEW HOW TO WORD YOURSELF BETTER, IT WON'T HAVE HURT ME THIS MUCH!" The young woman snapped. "My words did not break your arm." Jotaro calmly replied.
"Woah woah, calm down people." Josuke tried to defuse the situation.
...
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"THANKS A TON, DOCTOR GREENE!" Speedwagon said. "The sedative helped you relax, hm?" Ciocolatta asked.
"YEAH! I FELT QUITE RELAXED DESPITE ALL THE SHORTCOMINGS THAT HAPPENED. WHAT WAS IN THAT SYRINGE?"
"A hybrid mixture of sativa and indica." Ciocolatta nonchalantly replied.
"H-HEH?"
"... Cannabis."
It improved Robert's mood, removed stress from his body, gave him a wider smile, and made his brain very productive and creative.
...
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3 hours later.
Kars and Dio continued to talk trash to eachother, much to ACDC's amusement while Wamuu worriedly watched his unconcious rival. 'He is supposed to get stronger, not weaker..!' He rubbed the sweat off his face.
Mista woke up and screamed at the sight of the large man.
"Know your place, scum. I am the Ultimate Buff Form." Kars boasted. "You won't be after this! Time to pay you back!" Dio grinned.
"Tch. Imbecile. I pity you, how pathetic can a man be losing to the same man twice?" Kars retorted. "I'll even up the score. Trust me. Mark my words, Kars." Dio snarled.
The intercom announced that the next match is about to start.
"You bark larger than you bite. Lets do this." Kars said as he left. "Hey, wait up." ACDC followed suit.
"Farewell. I wish you the best of luck." Wamuu said before leaving.
"Damn he is huge! Is he even human?!" Mista asked. "Yeah. And he is 16." Dio answered.
"OH MY GOD!"
...
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More people than usual attended the Requiem dome. They want to see this bizarre spectacle of a haughty bastard give his best. Some will be cheering him on, some will be watching to see him fail.
"DAAAAAAAAAAMN, SOUNDS LIKE A PLANE IS TAKING OFF WITH ALL THESE PEOPLE IN THE BUILDING! OH- OH! TARNELL! I SEE YOU, MOTHERFUCKER- EYYYY!" Pucci throwed gangsigns as he greeted someone from the crowd.
"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! THE THIRD DAY OF THE GAUNTLET HAS ARRIVED! THE END IS NEAR! FOR ANOTHER CHALLENGER HAVE WENT MISSING! BRINGING THE TOTAL NUMBER OF THEM TO 7!" Speedwagon yelled.
"3 left... And the fucker still has two lives."
"HE IS GONNA DIE, HE HAS AIDS!"
"FUCKING EGOMANIAC."
Tonpetty trembled as he saw Dio standing inside the right entrance. He wasn't angry at him anymore.
"THE NEXT MATCH IS A LITTLE BIT SPECIAL, BECAUSE THESE TWO HAD HISTORY IN THE BODYBUILDING CIRCUIT! BUT THIS IS NOT JUST ABOUT BODYBUILDING, THE IRON MAN SURVIVAL OF THE FITTEST GAUNTLET IS ABOUT STRENGTH!" Robert inhaled once more.
"HE IS A LEGEND IN THE WORLD OF WEIGHTLIFTING. HIS BODY IS AKIN TO THAT OF A GREEK GOD SCULPTURE, PERFECT STRIATIONS AND AESTHETICS! AND WITHOUT A DOUBT CAN PERFORM LIKE ONE TOO! STANDING AT 6'6 AND WEIGHING IN AT 97 KILOGRAMS... KARS "THE HASHIRA" SHAZIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEER!"
Kars Rafiki Shazir entered the arena as hype exploded from the crowd.
"SO THAT WAS HIS NAME!"
"THE MYSTERIOUS SUPERMODEL THAT ALMOST WON MR. UNIVERSE!"
"HE LOOKS PERFECT! I SAW HIM ON A BODYBUILDING MAGAZINE!"
"Fucking bastard..." Dio snarled in jealousy. With looks like Kars, he should have known he was also a supermodel. But he haven't heard of Mr. Universe because he is a pervert who only watch female pageants.
"ON THE OPPOSING CORNER! A HUGE REVELATION ABOUT HIM MIGHT HAVE CHANGED YOUR OPINION! BUT HIS CONDITION AND HIS WILLINGNESS TO GO ON IS A TESTAMENT OF HIS COURAGE!
STANDING AT 6'3 FEET AND 99 KILOGRAMS HEAVY...
DIOOOOOOO "THE LION" BRANDOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAA!"
Dio finally have his own nickname.