— Wake up, daddy! Wake up!
Inside the tentacles belonging to a anemone found in the deep blue sea, surrounded by a neighborhood of other coelenterates and poriferous being, breathing the fresh air belonging to the oceans going into his gills, a joyful voice belonging to a child fish, as if the cold fins belonging to his weren't enough, pretends to awaken someone else other than his, a clownfish by the name of Nemo. Son of Marlin, the everyfish who won't enjoy of his sleep once again, even with his wide eyes open as usual. Nemo couldn't tell if his father was awake or not, so he kept touching his, and speaking with his as well. How they grown up so fast...
— Today is the first school day! Wake up, daddy! Wake up!
Marlin couldn't do anything else but agree with his son, and so he woke up. Maybe he already was awaken, and his mind only found into another place, another time... A tragedy, that's what he saw, before the last egg belonging to his offspring could be found in his fins. Broken, but the shards remained on their place, so they did on Nemo's fin. A smaller one, yet neither Nemo or Marlin didn't cared for it. Being called special for some wasn't that of a great thing for Nemo, and his father had lost so much back then, except his only son, which now meant everything for his. That barracuda didn't sparred the live of his wife and those eggs, that creature was only interested to eat them all, but Marlin... he was just threw away. A worthless piece of flesh, compared to a stomach already filled in of life, which ceased to exist.
The first school day, an opportunity to make friends, to tie ammends, for those to be cut so easily... why was Nemo so stubborn? He is only a child. A child who was kidnapped, his life sparred for some reason. It had none, though Marlin. They had no reason to spare the life of Nemo. He was taken away, a bright light coming from those fins, a black fish who can breathe air... why? Marlin had been carrying on the same thing closest to his, besides the love he once shared. He had no doubt that his wife was killed back on that night, but this happened in the brightest of the days, but anything could happen inside the reef barrier. He didn't even had time to shout father, before he was taken away above the 'butt', or so those kids called by the keel belonging to that boat, whose stream not belonging to this same ocean, alike those creaturers, was able to threw away Marlin out of his son's sight. A mask, something green like an algae for Marlin, fell out of the boat with a bump. How much Marlin wanted Nemo to be out of there on a same way.
— This would have driven me tears... if I still had tears to be shed.
Marlin heard a voice not belonging to his own. It wasn't an insult, neither it was self-pitness. These things, meant to be felt, began to feel meaningless for his, a man of other times. Yet, he carried on something inside his, besides the flesh covered by an armored suit, the purple structure where he had been hid, and walking with above the soil found deep into the sea. His face couldn't be seem, even if he did wanted to show it. He can't, or else, he will drown, as it was presumed to happen a century ago. A fate worse than death, and to live with it, nobody else to help his. Was he an aged man, or the same young self from before? The mechanic voice heard by Marlin made his age unknown, and the only thing he knew was that he looked alike one of those humans who kidnapped his son. He told it so to the figure, who only stood like a statue, agreein with the fish.
The ocean as whole was nothing but a desert, other times a florest for his. He walked all throught the unwalkable earth, yet he wanted more. That man wasn't born to be an explorer, didn't lived for that. Was he mad to be seeing these things, perhaps? For a fish to share of far more of a bit of a bit of humanity than himself, and those who made him a mere underdog, tasked to kill someone and to receive some reward so he could just live? All he thinks about is death, but not before killing someone. He still remembers, even after all this time. His family, his friends, partners, bosses, wifes, sons... they are all dead, except the vendetta that lasted within his. Marlin only had lost his son for an hour, and this man couldn't answer how much time he had been underwater, living inside that same armor, the only source of light he had when gone deep into the darkness of the ocean, which became his own within time.
42 WALLABY WAY
SYDNEY, NEW SOUTH WALES
Seeing that green mask, and what was written on it, now he is able to come back to surface, thanks to Marlin and the sad news brought by the clownfish. His name... Magenta Magenta, the man who became one with his Stand. A man who had lost his humanity, if he didn't felt the need to avenge what was meant to be his death. Those who had put him inside that armor may be already gone, but what about their descendants? Not before helping the poor fish, and the only soul saw by his after all this time.