MUDA MUDA MUDA

DIO pulled on the clothes and straightened the creases. It fit his tastes quite nicely. A black undershirt that fit his new form perfectly, a yellow jacket that exposed his midriff, and a pair of loose yellow pants. He discarded any form of footwear, none of the shoes offered to him suited him.

DIO walked out of the room he was in and into the dining room of a humble family. The people looked like Slavs by the way they were dressed and the way they spoke. DIO didn't know how to speak Russian nor any Russian words so he kept the thought to himself. The man he zombified didn't show any signs of rotting like the zombies in the previous world. The man was calmly talking to his wife and son, lying about the situation about DIO. DIO, of course, was the one who fabricated the lie, he didn't want pigs who couldn't tell left from right to create an elaborate story.

DIO hid his smirk behind a shy smile as the wife sent him a sympathetic look as well as a reassuring smile. He sat by the table, making sure to not show the full-blown predator-like smile that he was holding.

This new world felt good. It was so different from the original world. DIO could, in a sense, access all the five senses of the thirteen men he zombified and read their thoughts as well. He could also influence their actions such as…

The man accidentally dropped the knife he was holding on his toe. DIO made him do that of course, he could also feel the pain of the man without actually feeling it.

The man seemed to be making an excuse like "I'm tired. I need sleep," to which the wife agreed. The son stood up and supported the father going towards the bedroom that DIO just exited.

DIO, with faux skittishness, observed the small house he was in. He didn't meet the woman's eyes, making sure to give the image of a lost girl who has no idea where she is nor what to do.

"So, my dear," the woman said in fluent English complete with a British accent, contrasting to her husband's Scandinavian accent, "Do you want another glass of warm milk?"

DIO nodded and the woman poured him one. Not that he was cold or anything, he could walk around naked in the Arctic and not feel the least bit cold. Nor did he want the taste of milk. He just wanted to get as much information out of the woman as possible without forcing her to. Although forcing her to spit out the needed information was well within DIO's power, he didn't want to cause a scene without any knowledge about his current capability as well as the world around him.

The fact that people without stands could see stands meant that this was a world different from DIO's original world, not that DIO was complaining. The feeling of the sun's warmth was something that he missed. He just needed to know the drawbacks and the advantages of the new world. Time stopped but he still had his vampiric powers. He would have to test his current limits later, both his stand and his physical conditions.

The fact that DIO was in a biological female's body was irksome. Unlike men, women's talents relied not on physical strength or speed but their physical flexibility and mental/emotional manipulation. DIO would have to work strategically, he could no longer charge at his attackers… that damned Jotaro taught him that.

DIO gritted his teeth which caught the woman's affection.

"Dear, where are you from?"

DIO snapped out of his brooding and processed the question. "I don't know," he just realized that his voice had also changed. It was no longer masculine and intimidating but feminine and fragile, exactly like the voice of a little girl.

The woman looked at DIO as if he was a thing to be pitied. Her eyes were clearly saying "you poor soul… what have you gone through?" DIO wanted to gouge out her eyes then behead her. He restrained himself from doing anything rash.

The woman had already accessed his body for any wounds but found none. She lent him her daughter's clothes when she found out that her daughter and DIO had the same body size.

DIO took a quick peek at the woman. She wasn't ugly, she did look quite beautiful. Her golden hair, although unruly at the moment, seemed to be as soft as silk. Her face had a beauty mark as well as a burn scar by her right eye, not that it did anything to blemish her beauty. She wore a light pink dress under a warm coat.

"Are you hungry? Do you want something to eat?" the woman asked.

DIO's old vampire body didn't need nourishment, but that didn't mean that this body didn't. "Yes please," DIO said. Being pitiable disgusted him.

The woman took a scoop of soup from the pot that sat by the fireplace and placed it in a bowl in front of DIO. She took a wooden spoon and set it in the bowl.

DIO took the offered meal and ate. The porridge didn't taste as bad as he thought, it was quite good too. DIO started to eat faster. Sooner rather than later, the food was gone and DIO was spooning the bottom of the bowl. "Another one please?"

It's been years since he had tasted what he considered "plain" food. Food of the poor people. The last time he had tasted food like this was when his father was still alive and kicking DIO. After that, it had been steak at the Joestar mansion, blood and flesh after he became a vampire.

The past meant nothing if not to learn from it and not to repeat the mistakes done then. Nostalgia was useless to DIO now that his situation was unknown, not that it did him any good in the past.

DIO finished the second bowl of stew before he knew it. It made him… satisfied. Something that he had lost down the road trying to become a god.

Now that his stomach was full, DIO fell into a state of contemplation. Why did he try to conquer the world again? Why did he try to bring Jonathan Joestar down to his knees? Why did he want to gain immortality again? Why did he want to destroy the Joestar line? Why did he not want to be content that he was adopted into the Joestar family? WHY? ANSWER ME DAMMIT!

Without thinking, DIO had snapped the thick wooden spoon that he held in his hand. A shocked look came upon the woman's face when the spoon's head flew towards the door of the house, a good 5 meters away from the dining table, and broke through the wood. DIO himself had a shocked look, he tried to cool himself and acted like a scared, little girl that had no idea what just happened.

DIO shrieked.

The woman came out of her shock and jumped into action and did the only thing she thought would work, pulling DIO into a warm, motherly hug. DIO wanted to draw back, unused to such displays of affection. He held himself still and tried to cry only for a few pitiful whimpers to come out. He just stood still, trying to relax into the mother's embrace like any child would do in this situation.

Fine. DIO will play like this, for the time being, a weak 4-foot tall young girl who is lost and traumatized with no memories. He'll play the waiting game. After all, he waited a hundred years to be fished out of the coffin…

He could wait a hundred years more…

DIO'S WORLD

Dear readers,This took 9 months to write and release just for it to become a pitiful 1.3k words. I'll try my best to cut down my grievances next time. jk jk jk

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