AN: From now on the series will be in an episodic pace, starting with Part 1 and on wards to Part 6. It will allow me to give and write better. However I'm glad to see the Introduction have settled some of you in. Without a further ado~
My Little Pony: Friendship is a Bizarre Adventure
Part 1: ~ Phantom Shimmer ~
Episode I: Ogre Street, A Tragedy Begins!
Dio managed to get up rather quickly despite the fall as servants came to his side, not knowing the situation at hand. He waved them off as and attempted to shrug off the pain as he looked up at JoJo, seemingly ignoring Spike who was hiding behind his leg.
"Master Dio! What happened?"
"It... was an accident, I fell off the railing."
JoJo turned and stormed into George's room.
"Father, I'm going to London for a few days, until then I only want the doctors alone to treat you. Please, don't ask why, I must leave immediately."
The head butler exclaimed his rather hurt feelings but George decided to agree with JoJo's terms.
"I trust my son. Just, be careful with whatever it is you're doing."
"Yes Father. And here, this is poison, please have analyzed so that I can find where to trace it back from."
As he exited the room after handing the poison to the doctor, he didn't hesitate for one moment, and left to don warmer clothes to brave the weather. He did however remembered his company and gave the two of the, a solemn bow upon seeing them at the doorway of the manor.
"I'm truly grateful for your help the both of you have brought, but I must ask, one small favor. I regret to ask you of anymore than what you have already given."
"Don't mention it, this was an accident to be honest but."
"We like helping people anyways! It' kinda our job."
"I truly am grateful. I'm headed to a most horrible place, a part of London known as Ogre Street. However I need a pair of eyes to watch Dio as I am gone."
"H-How bad is this place you're going to?"
"Some of history's greatest criminals in Brittan have come from there. I would put my own money that this new monster, Jack the Ripper, came from there as well. Knowing Dio as well as I hope I do, he would find the most efficient poison, nothing that can simply be traced."
"Then, I'll go with you! Two heads are better than one, right?"
"I'll stay behind and keep a close eye on Goldilocks."
"Out of the question. One such as yourself, I refuse to let you anywhere near such a place!"
"I can handle it! Me and Spike have been through things you'd see in you nightmares!"
"Yeah!"
"Anything you can handle, I can too!"
"I will repeat myself, I can't allow you to go there, it's far too dangerous."
"And being here with Dio isn't?"
"..."
"Well, Mr. JoJo?"
"For reasons, I'll let you have that one, fine. But only after you put something much warmer on. It only gets colder from here on out. I'll call a maid to give you the proper clothing."
She nodded and left with one of the maids that he had called. As she left JoJo knelt down to Spike.
"I must warn you now, if you do plan on keeping an eye on Dio, have the utmost care for yourself. Should he leave the mansion you don't have follow him out in the cold."
"What kind of person is he like? I mean aside from greedy and evil."
"He's cruel and conniving, he may notice you before you notice you've been caught."
"Oh man... W-Well I think I can handle him. We've been through worse situations."
"If what you say is true, then, I have the utmost faith in you, Sir Spike. And thank you."
Twilight returned with a coat and scarf of checkered patterns and stripped mittens.
"I think this is a bit too warm..."
"Just wait until we leave for London. We depart now!"
With that, the two left for the coach that awaited outside. Spike and the staff hand all waved goodbye, Dio thinking to himself and looked to Spike as he overheard the servants speaking of what had happened. Spike turned upon a familiar chill coming over him and glanced over his shoulder. Dio's gaze did not let up one bit.
"Boy. Is it true that JoJo, and that girl, left for Ogre Street?"
"Yeah? Why?"
"Hmph. No reason."
Dio grinned and walked away coolly, leaving Spike in a suspicious manner. He kept his word and followed Dio around, trying to look natural if not stay hidden while doing so. Dio couldn't keep himself from simply smiling.
'Those two, in Ogre Street all alone, are they mad? Of course not, simply naïve. They'll be dead within their first few steps.'
Two days had past since the duo had left. JoJo and Twilight sat in the coach, Twilight freezing up and hugging herself to gather more warmth.
"Y-You weren't kidding about t-th-the cold... It wa-w-wasn't this bad earlier! "
"That must mean we're getting close to Ogre Street. I've been hearing of a few crimes around these late hours, so I'll have you stay by me whenever it is dark out."
She nodded and looked out the frosted window. The buildings were grey and grim, the cold dead air was not helping one bit. Some buildings looked lie faces, mocking them, or even glaring at them angrily.
"How bad are the crimes in Ogre Street?"
"... Oh you're asking about Ogre Street?"
"Y-yeah?"
"Uhm, well... How do I put this?"
"Huh?"
"It's known for being the utterly worst part of all London, perhaps even Brittan."
"... How bad is that?"
"Very, very, bad. The reason it took so long to get here wasn't just to wait for the medical analysis, but also, to find a coachman brave enough to go."
"So that's why it took us so long..."
She shrunk for a moment but then remembered all the adventures she had with her friends. Then she remembered not a single one was with her at the moment. She looked down and started to have a sudden doubt weight over her the more she thought on the situation. JoJo took notice on this and sighed.
"What are you thinking about?"
"My friends. I hope they're alright wherever they are."
"I'm sure they're worrying about you too. The best thing to do is, well, hope for the best and do what you can."
"Yeah, you're right."
The coach came to a sudden halt. JoJo looked outside at the mighty blizzard and stepped out with Twilight following close behind him.
"Why have we stopped?"
"Sir Joestar, I can't go on, don't you know where we are?"
He looked ahead, the area looked horribly dilapidated, run down and in shambles. Still he carried on foot.
"I know where we are. This all I asked of you, you've been paid, sir. Twilight. Last chance to go back."
"I've made it this far, I'm not just going to turn around now."
"... Let it be known in history that I've tried."
He sighed as the coachmen rode off into the blizzard, leaving the two to brave the harsh winds, and treacherous neighborhood. As they traverse the poor street the faces on the walls are more prominent. They come across a few alleys with dead ends, but not enter one. The last one was a very short alley with something coming out from the snow. A cat jumped out, a puppy being eaten is held by the neck as it runs off.
"Even the animals here are vile!"
"Wh- I don't believe it! Why would a cat eat a puppy!?"
"Look out!"
She turned to JoJo who dashed in front of her as the sound of flesh being torn. The man with the knife cried out.
"Oi lads, check it! This dum' blight'r don' grab the blade wit' his hand!"
"JoJo!"
"All I's got's ta do is twist th' knife 'ere and they'll be picking up yer fingah's for a fortnight!"
The man was suddenly flying away from a kick, a strong one, and dropped the knife. Two men were there in front of them, one was trying to flank them from the right side. Lunging in with a kick. Twilight picked up a snowball and tossed it at the man, hitting him right in the eyes as he leapt for the kick. JoJo leaned back, keeping Twilight behind him in a protective manner, and swung a fist right across the man's jaw. He spiraled away in the air.
"I'm terribly sorry, I just want to know where to buy poison, rather a antidote for it."
"Top of the evening kids! I know it's not polite to say this, but-"
The last man, green mullet and a long clean scar on his face, tipped his hat up as blades revealed themselves from the edges.
"You've come to the wrong neighborhood mothertuckers!"
He threw the hat with odd precision. JoJo had noticed the knife he had dropped was stuck in the snow, handle facing up, and kicked with as much force as he could muster. The man dodged, but barely and his aim had been changed, still it had hit the target directly. The hat was like a buzz saw cutting into the arm that was being used to block. The man laughed.
"Hear that, old boy? That's the sound of steel cuttin' against bone that is! I bet that arm's about as useless as a-"
He stopped and realized the larger man didn't slow down, in fact he got faster, and launched him into the air with a mighty swing of the thunder calves. As he was in skybound for a few moments, he came to realize, this was no ordinary duo... No ordinary man at all. As he fell the rest of Ogre Street residents came out to play. Some coming from the snow. Many wielding unconventional weapons and throwing threats, insults, jeers of violence.
"These muthafuckah's right here!"
"Oooh~ boy ya'll done fucked it now!"
"You's better watch it-"
"Yeah! We's got Barry the Slinger!"
Everyone stop and turned in silence to the one man leaning out of the window, fearless, intimidating, outright cruel his demeanor was. He swing his sling with such prowess and guile as he eyes his prey like a hawk eyes food. Then he slipped upon climbing out the window and fell on top of a group of armed men. Then the man with the scar yelled at the top of his lungs.
"Stop! If any single one of you lay a hand on them, I'll never forgive any of you!"
They all surprisingly took a step back as he got himself up and wiped the blood away from his mouth.
"You there. You mentioned poison, but what for?"
"My father's been poisoned. Me and my friend here are looking for an antidote. Please, just help me with this, and I swear on my family name, I shall never return to bother any of you again."
"I can vouch for him! We don't come in to make trouble or cause any harm, please, stop!"
"If I'll be honest... I could've kicked you so hard your mullet would have inverted back into your cranium. But I'mnot here to beat on those who already struggle to survive. That's not the way of the Joestar Lineage!"
He looked at his two friends. They weren't just conscious, but they were just fine, save for the bruises and bloodied lip and nose. In Ogre Street those injuries were nothing more than a common splinter. He laughed and brushed the snow off of him.
"Good show, good, show! You have warmed my heart and spared my companions. Truly you are a gentleman. For doing such incredible damage to your arm-"
"Actually it doesn't hurt that much."
"I, The Incredibly Helpful Speedwagon, shall help the both of you from here on!"
"Wow, that would be incredibly helpful of you, Speedwagon!"
"Thanks!"
"I'm going to own a flying mechanism one day!"
On the other side of London, Spike had followed Dio into a port, nearby the manor. The man had been drinking straight from a bottle. He could only wonder what was going through his head. Spike would never had guessed, Dio, berating himself for falling for the same addictions of his father. He brushed shoulders with two rather dour men and kept walking. However they had a few words to say on the encounter.
"Oi! Watch were you're going! Leanin' and slurrin' about like some lost loon!"
"Hahahah! Look at tha' git up too! D'ya thin' he should take his mother out ta help him find somethin' more fittin' to wear?!"
Dio had turned with a wild snarl and smashed the bottle in the mouth of the first old coot. The second one had taken out a knife, yet Dio simply smiled and pulled the Stone Mask out.
"Dear, sir... Do you have any relatives that can read?"
"Wha-"
"Because here's some wonderful literature that I, Dio, have written."
The man went for a stab, right for the eye, but Dio had dodged seamlessly without any effort and shoved the Stone Mask into his face.
"It's called tomorrows obituary!"
With that he had disarmed the man, stabbed him in his side, and wiped the blood on the mask. As the man doubled over in pain, spikes protruded and shot from the mask, entering the skull of the man and latching on tightly. A bright light shone from it as the man reeled back. Spike had to shield his own eyes as Dio glanced away.
"Wh-What is this!?"
The light had died down and the man fell back. Spike had seen enough and turned away as Dio checked the body by kicking it once.
"Yep, he's dead. Now to- WHAT!?"
Spike turned around upon hearing Dio nearly scream and let out a yelp himself. The dead man was rising up on his own, hands out reaching for something, or someone. Dio had backed away and got ready to use the knife again as the mask fell off of the walking corpse's face. His eyes were slits and he bared fangs rather than simple canines. He grabbed Dio and threw him into a wall, the impact caused the stone itself to crumble slightly. Dio had barely managed to get up in time to dodge a swipe from the newly born monster, using his knife to cut the hand in half as he dodged. However it kept going and hit the wall. It had exploded with enough force to throw Dio a few feet near the edge of the portside, the sea and morning sky were all that kept him company, save for the purple green haired boy watching in horror. The man now made monster picked him up by the throat, and his fingers pierced the blonde's skin, he could feel it. The blood of his own body flowing out of him. The Sun began to rise at last, in what he felt were his final moments, he cursed his life hating the fact the Sun would be the last thing he would ever see. Then it happened. The light had hit the vampire, and he had began to turn to ash right then. Dio gasped and couldn't believe his luck. Neither could Spike, who began to run back to the manor. However, Dio had lived his youth in this town, and knew a much faster route than Spike had taken. He had arrived near the of dead night as a storm began to hit, a single candle in his hand as the other was in a sling from the "fight" with the vampire, as the manor was completely submerged in darkness.
"What in blazed? Where in the hell is everyone- Jonathan~!"
He had noticed his adoptive brother, lighting a candelabra at his desk. Twilight sitting next to him drinking a cup of hot chocolate.
"You're back from Ogre Street, completely and utterly alive, oh goodie..."
"That's right Dio. My new friends and I have also found proof of your actions."
His eyes widened at that, but he had planned for this. As impossible as it was, he still had thought of a plan and what luck. He didn't need to rehearse, lying was in his blood. He had begin to act dazed, tired, and racked with guilt as tears welled up inside of his eyes. He had found a chair and sat in it.
"JoJo... I, Dio, cannot ask of you to forgive me. But, please, as my brother."
"...?"
JoJo stood up and confronted his brother. He hadn't seem him shed tears in years. Dio looked up at him, pitiful and even weak.
"Allow me to do this one act of good in my life, an let me turn myself in!"
"Don't listen to him Mr. Joestar!"
Speedwagon had emerged from the shadows as Dio snapped his head over to this stranger.
"Ah, I see introductions are needed, I am the Interfering Speedwagon! Mr. Joestar, Ms. Sparkle, I have lived my life to an extreme, exploring the world and it's many wonders, coming from a slum like Ogre Street I've developed a keen sense of telling people apart by many varieties! But this man... I only caught a small whiff of him, and my nose singes at his scent, never in my life would I thought it possible, but this is no mere man. This man was born evil!"
"You would believe a common crook, no, a filthy mongrel from that dirt stain of the world!? Over your own brother, JoJo!?"
"As a matter of fact Dio... I would. We have this man who confessed to selling you the poison, and the antidote to said poison"
The curtains to the windows had been pulled, dim light creeped in as police were finally visible and armed, as well as the Chinese man who had sold him the poison. Even George was there, worry and disappointment, painted on his face like a tragic piece of solemn art.
"Dio... I feel this is my own fault at hand. Where I had nurtured the both of you, you had seemingly grasped the concept of being gentleman beforehand. Now I see I was playing favorites. Please, forgive me for my failure, the both of you. But before you go Dio, I must ask, How do you like your steak?"
"M-Medium Rare?"
"Too bad, cause all you're getting is pork! Haha~! Zinged ya. O-Ooh it still hurts to laugh."
JoJo had taken the cuffs from one of the officers.
"Because of our bond Dio, I requested to arrest you myself, I'm sorry it had to end this way."
Dio didn't hesitate, nor did he show any resentment. Twilight didn't like this and neither did Speedwagon. Spike was almost there after hitching a rid on a random coach, and ran as fast as he could to warn the others. Dio smiled, tears still streaming down his face. George had looked over at the Chinese man. He had said something that unnerved him.
"He won't lose, not here, his birthmark on his ear determines such."
Dio had lifted his hands and sighed.
"Ah, it's alright JoJo, you're only doing what's right. However, I, Dio, must confess my own testament, a teaching I, Dio, have learned. As humans, we are only capable of so much, as humans we are limited to what our own feeble bodies alone can do. Limited to our own mortality, by our humanity. To do the things above such limitations, we must go above and beyond..."
"Dio, what are you saying?"
The door had burst open, Spike was drenched by rain outside but screamed.
"EVERYONE IT'S A TRAP-"
"JoJo. I Reject My Humanity!"
He had pulled the Stone Mask from the sling and tore it with his fully functioning arm, that held a curved dagger aimed for JoJo's chest.
"Help me shed this mortal skin, JOJO!"
It had echoed. That sick sound. That awful, painful, sound of a fresh deep wound being made. Everyone was at shock. JoJo was the first to look down, at his father using his own body to protect him.
"F-FATHER!"
Dio laughed, and placed the Mask on his own face, the blood on his hands wiping it against the surface as the Mask. The spikes shooting out as before, as Dio pointed and laughed away. The police fired away, emptying their guns into the demented man as he fell out of the window. Spike couldn't help but tear up. He was too late. Twilight was utterly shocked at the display of events. Speedwagon couldn't believe what had happened. But of all, JoJo, was the one in the most pain. He grabbed George's hand and began to cry.
"Father, please, hold on! The doctors! They'll have you feeling better in-"
"Jonathan..."
"..."
"Listen to me, please. I have failed the both of you as a father... I favored Dio, over my own son, for the past seven years of his life... What kind of a man does that? But look at you, I'm so, so proud of you. You've made friends so quickly, and accomplished so much..."
He looked over to Dio's body and coughed.
"I want him to be buried with his father. Hopefully they can reconcile in the next life... JoJo. What have I told you about tears."
"Water under the bridge, not under the eyes, Father."
The man chuckled as his grasp weakened and his words faded. But he had just enough strength to give one final message.
"It's not so bad... Dying in the hands of your son..."
At that moment. His body had gone limp. JoJo couldn't stop himself, the tears fell. An inspector was there and wept as well.
"This can't be. Master Joestar... Has died..."
"That's not true!"
Speedwagon had exclaimed, eyes wide as he pointed to JoJo.
"He lives on his son! That's not the face of a man of loss, that's the face of unity and peace! Damn that Dio, but if one good thing came out of this, we'll be able to rest from here on-"
A sickening ripping noise was heard. Everyone was too focused on the death of George Joestar, and finally noticed the disappearance of the corpse of Dio Brando, as the top half of the inspectors head fell to the center of the room. An arm could be seen taking the body from above the window and throwing it outside... A low, cold, hiss echoed through the hearts and ran the blood of everyone cold as the figure dropped form his cover and stood in the window. Eyes slit, fangs bared, and the feeling of death creeping into every mind. Dio was never dead. Dio Brando, had been reborn.
"Urrreyy~"
" Y. O. U. R. M. O. V. E. "
Princess Celestia couldn't help but stare in slight horror. Her prized student and close friend, in such a situation without any magic to help her. She was conflicted and began to feel shaky. Then the pair of eyes spoke.
"You. You didn't tell her the rules at all! Fine, I'll tell them, it's been near eons but I still remember. Miss, you can give your energy to a chess piece! Only one! This way they don't get as much as they are eating away at you. You'll have less, but your own chances of winning and regaining strength will increase. Should you win this battle, should these two pieces survive this encounter, they will give the energy stolen and used back! They'll actually do it!"
"..."
She had to think. Both on the game if survival, and the mystery of these two beings.
'There has to be more than this. It's not so simple, even then this is too mysterious, what's really happening here... I want to give Twilight my energy, but can she really fight against something like that? Then again, he did say, any chest piece...'
She withheld herself and set the Jonathan piece ahead, at the Dio piece, their battle would begin.