Book after book, Lusong looked for an up-to-date map of London. In the end, he had to get help from JoJo.

"This one looks good." He cracked it open and observed the atlas inside. "It says here that there's a hotel with its own storage department. Your statue can be preserved while you stay."

"Cool beans." Lusong said.

"Mr. Lusong," JoJo said, "If you would indulge me, I must ask what the plan is. What do you see yourself doing with the statue in the end? Will you donate it to a museum?"

"Not going to hold, I'm afraid." Lusong said. "You see, there's only a small handful of people who even heard of the Lost World. If I try to give it to a museum, most of them won't take it seriously. Some archaeologists aren't as bewildered of culture as you are, Double-Jo."

"I suppose there's some truth to that." JoJo said. "But they can't be any worse than Dio, pardon my behavior."

"What's up with Dio anyway?" Lusong asked. "I noticed there was some tension between the two of you."

"It's… It's nothing, really." JoJo said nervously.

Lusong noticed his hesitation. "Buddy, I know when something's wrong… and something's wrong. Now, what's wrong?"

JoJo sighed. "All right. The truth is, Dio is a scoundrel. For the past seven years, he's been making my life insufferable. He's turned most of my friends against me. He ruined my chance at love. He… He killed my dog." Lusong could see the sorrow on his face. "My father has no idea because it was baseless. He loves Dio too much to just take my word for it."

"Sorry to hear that." Lusong said. "I… I want to help, but I can't really do much. I do have this joke to make you feel better if you want."

JoJo looked back at his friend. "All right."

Lusong cleared his throat. "Two hats were hanging on a hat rack. One says to another 'You stay here. I'll go on a head.'"

JoJo reacted quickly with a slight laugh. "Good one."

"Wokka, wokka. Am I right?" Lusong said placing back a book he was reading earlier. He wasn't looking, so he didn't realized until he had already bumped a small, golden box off the shelf. "Oops. My bad."

"I'll handle it." JoJo said as he approached the spilled papers that came out of the box.

"Okay." Lusong got back on the ground and left the library. When he entered the hallway, he was unfortunate enough to approach Dio Brando holding a silver pallet with a glass of water and a folded paper of medicine. "Dang." Lusong continued. "I knew I should've stayed to look for comics."

"I don't know what you're babbling about, but get out of my way." Dio demanded. "I've got to deliver this to my ill father."

"Wow. Surprised you have a heart." Lusong said. "Look, let's just say I protect people. If you threaten anyone in front of me, I'll introduce you to a bit of… dark humor."

Dio just scoffed. "What kind of fool do you take me for?"

"What are my options?" Lusong looked at the ruby charm sticking out of Dio's pocket like a pocketwatch. He stared at the radiant gem in curiosity. "Hey, where'd you get that?"

"What, this?" Dio asked. "It's the only thing I have left to remember my mother."

"It's just that it seems familiar somehow." Lusong said rubbing his chin. "I could swear I've seen it somewhere before."

"DIO!"

The yell startled the both of them. They turned and saw Jonathan Joestar standing on front of the library door. He had an upset look on his face and he was clutching a piece of paper in his hand.

"Jonathan, what do you want?" Dio asked. "I'm in the middle of a job."

"I found this!" JoJo shouted holding up a piece of paper. "This is the letter from your birth father, Dario Brando, to mine! When he wrote this, he was feeling ill!"

Dio widened his eyes with worry and a growing sense of anger. "What's your point?"

"This passage your father wrote before he trusted you into our care. He specifically states, 'This illness of mine is getting worse. My chest hurts. My fingers keep twitching. I'm having a hard time breathing.' These are the same symptoms that father is having!"

"Well, that's a coinkidink." Lusong said. "Unless…" He turned his eyes to Dio.

"Tell me the truth, Dio!" JoJo demanded. "Did you poison your father, and are you attempting to poison mine!"

"JoJo, you're talking nonsense." Dio denied. "You're accusing me of patricide based on a sickness that both our fathers are unfortunate enough to catch."

"Well, there's an easy way to know for sure." Lusong said. He reached toward the pallet for the medicine. "We'll just take this little thing to the hospital and see if it is for the sick."

Dio reacted quickly by taking a tight grip on Lusong's wrist.

"JoJo, you've been letting this stranger cloud your mind." Dio said. "If you value our friendship, forget everything that went on for the past minute."

"We won't forget this, big guy." Lusong said. He used his other hand to wrap his fingers around Dio's clutching hand. When it made contact, Dio felt a sudden shock that made him let go. Lusong grabbed the medicine and ran to JoJo's side. In his hand, he hid an electric joy buzzer. "Always gives the party a charge." After gripping his hand once and letting go, the toy disappeared.

"Dio, if you are innocent, then swear to me." JoJo said. "Swear on your father's honor."

Dio was about to speak, but he stopped himself. His entire mind flashed back to his entire childhood of abuse at the hands of his old man. In the present, Dio gritted his teeth in anger.

"My father's honor? Don't be daft. THAT MAN HAD NO SENSE OF HONOR AT ALL! IT'S BECAUSE OF HIM THAT MY MOTHER DIED! HE GOT WHAT HE DESERVED!" He swung his fist that made contact with JoJo's face, but the gentleman didn't move much to Dio and Lusong's surprise.

"Dio, you just erased my doubts." JoJo said with the fist pressed on his face. Dio tried to stick his thumb in his eye, but JoJo was too fast for him. JoJo swung Dio overhead and threw him off of the balcony and down to the floor.

"Ooooooh!" Lusong taunted. "Blondie just got dropped!"

"Lusong, I'm taking this so-called 'medicine' to London to see what it's truly for." JoJo said. "I need you to look after my father and don't allow him to take any medication unless it's personally given by his doctor."

"Aye, aye, captain." Lusong saluted as his friend put on his jacket and left the door.

Dio slowly rose from the ground grunting in pain and frustration. He looked above him to the visitor. Lusong looked down at Dio and lowered his eyelid while sticking his tongue out. It angered Dio even more.

Lusong whistled in the bathroom while washing his hands. The window beside him opened for him to have fresh air.

"I continue my good work and save a family. I'm having a good week."

"Too bad it's your last, meddler!"

Lusong was taken by surprise by his assailant. The very second he turned his head, Dio had shoved his dagger firmly forward. Lusong didn't have time to dodge. The blade quickly dug itself into his chest. Dio removed it and stabbed again.

"You're the only one who saw my argument with Jonathan." Dio said. "I'm afraid I can't let you live."

And on top of the many stabbings, Dio pushed Lusong through the open window letting him fall out. Dio looked below to see Lusong hit the bushes and chuckled.

"That takes care of him." Dio said. "Now for Jonathan." He turned away to grab the Stone Mask from JoJo's desk.

Lusong struggled with breathing. Blood slowly flowed out of his wound along with the raindrops that hit his body. Within a few seconds, Lusong's eyes slowly closed…

…Into unconsciousness. While he was knocked out, his stab wounds began to glow yellow and seal back up. After a few hours, a cheerful, British voice helped him wake back up.

"Oy. Are you all right, good sir?"

Lusong groaned back into the world of the living while sitting back up rubbing his chest. He looked at the British man before him. The stranger had a stripped suit with a top hat.

"I'm going to need a truckload of aspirin when this is over. Who are you?"

"The name's Speedwagon. What are you doing behind Jonathan's home?"

"Me?" Lusong asked standing back up. "What about you? I don't think I've seen your mug among the staff."

"Well, I've met Jonathan during his trip into the city. We've had a bit of a row, but it turns out he's too innocent to hurt. Instead, I've decided to help him solve the mystery of this Dio character. I thought I'd follow him to make sure he makes it home alright."

"Dio?" Lusong's memories started flooding back to him. "Oh, that tool! He tried to kill me! He threw me out the window!"

"Really?" Speedwagon asked. "That's quite a fall. How'd you survive?"

"Let's just say it's going to take a lot more than a fall to do me in. But one thing's for sure, he's not above killing people. JoJo might be in trouble."

"Then let's expose the scoundrel and bring him to justice!"

Author's Note: Sorry it's been a while since I uploaded any of my stories. I've been very busy and I was having technical difficulties. But the important thing now is that I'm back. Any and all comments are welcome.