He held the head high in his hands. Fear had no place to linger. It had no place anywhere near the head he held. The lifeless face fazed him no longer. Was it because this was the moment?

The moment Jonathan would be attached to the body?

The moment Jonathan would breathe again?

The racing possibilities brought a strange comfort to Dio, knowing Jojo would be by his side.

He placed the head atop the body he'd made. Why should he care of what could be anymore? When it would all come true. And all it would take now was delicate fingers and the blasted machine to work.

But Dio had nimble fingers. His needle work was far above average as the impeccable seems lined the limbs like fabric.

The head was just above the neckline on the operating table. It was surreal to even believe he'd gotten this far. So much research, countless pages turned, notes littering his stony confines. And all he had to do was attach the head.

Dio pulled the tendons carefully along with the skin to join with the fresh corresponding parts of the body together. The multi-coloured muted sections of skin covered limbs almost caught Dio off guard. Almost breaking his concentration. Almost, as if he couldn't help but admire his handy work. Such a perfect body indeed; both in shape and size.

Stitch by careful stitch, he made sure to not rip the tender neck skin or break any intricate connections. Vital connections. Though, Dio had no time, nor the interest, to see. To see such a well preserved, even pristine one may say, head being attached to such a loathsome body. But he didn't pay any mind to any unravelling horrors that lay before him.

His "brother" would breathe again. See again. See him. Live with him. And though Dio didn't expect Jonathan, by any means, to help destroy the rest of the Joestars; he did expect him to love him. After all he'd been forgiven? Right?

And having someone so breathless be given a second chance at life; it would only be natural he'd want to start a fresh, brand-new relationship. To forget the burning past of tragedy. To forget hate fuelled flames and scorched souls of enemies.

Dio's hands had ceased. Finally finishing his master piece. He cut the remaining thread, making sure not to let the scissors make their mark, and lay the battered tools to rest.

Dio caressed Jonathan's dulled blue hair. His grin grew wider. Unsettling. Insanity. Only a mad man could smile and obsess so vigorously. So wickedly.

He sat up from leaning so much over his beloved toy. He gave one last stroke to the tender skin covering years' work of decay. He turned to the leaver on the wall. It hung mercilessly as the chime of the clock rang through the desolate halls.

1am

Ice and Pucci couldn't contain such curiosity. They watched from the opened door in the darkened hallway. Only lit by the remaining light coming from the procedure. Their faces forming only horror.

He actually did it.

Dio gripped the handle with such firmness you could almost say he could snap it off if given just a bit more excitement. He turned to the corpse he called "Jojo".

And his manic laughter drowned in the light show that followed.

The electricity flashed the room violently like a raging thunderstorm at sea. Sparks flickered between their conductors. They raced to the metal rods on the body. Striking him. His nerves, veins, arteries, it all began to whir as decade old body parts found their lease on life again.

And as soon as the leaver had but pulled, it was over.

The leaver flipped up; Dio's hand still grasping intently as it rose. His eyes widened.

Through the cloud of smoke, he made out that the body...

It was lifeless.

Dio stared intently; breaking his gaze would equate to giving up: admitting failure. Something he could never do.

The chest began to rise.

And fall.

And rise and fall.

Taking breath.

Dio's grip lightened and slipped off the handle as the smoke revealed the news. His eyes constantly wide with awe and insanity as he stumbled over to the creature. His smile grew with manic teeth. He bent over to the corpse. That lived.

Pucci and Ice's horror could only grow. They dug deeper into the fear they had been victim to.

Dio didn't need to check for some silly pulse to prove it was alive. His hands twitched. So did Dio's. He intertwined them. The stitched hand gently felt the bony fingers.

"Jojo?" The vampire hissed with delight.

That face, that had been motionless for more than 100 years, moved to face the noise. His eyes opened slowly but surely. Dio lost breath. His beloved Jojo, his one true Jojo, is alive.

But those eyes, they were dull. Almost greyed out. No shining blues and greens had come to meet Dio. The hair still dulled blues and greys in amongst Dio's fingers.

It looked at Dio with such a pleasant smile. A smile he was unsure of where it came from. Dio had no choice. He helped the creature sit up.

And cradled him like a mother with her child. Tears rolled down his angered face.

"We will fix you. No! I, DIO, shall fix you! No matter. How long. It takes!"

But the poor man in his embrace understood nothing of his words. Like a new born almost. He sensed whatever scraps of warmth Dio had and wrapped his arms around him. Trying to copy his mew found protector.

Dio caressed his hair with harsh strokes. This thing had Jojo's smile. But not his eyes. Those eyes he longed to look into again. He didn't have the vibrant blue hair. Nor knowledge of really anything. Dio's madness had blinded his previous grounded and reasonable expectations.

Why did he think Jojo would be just like he was? Why was he such a fool to believe Jojo would wake up as if it was another day back in the mansion? Why did he let his sense of grounded reality go? For the thrill? What a shitty mistake to make.

But it was done. And now he had to find a way to get the Jojo he wanted out of this husk of a corpse he cuddled with nostalgic fondness.

"You will remember. And look at me with those eyes again." Dio's anger seeped through his already grinding teeth. "Even if you hate me for the creature of sin I, Dio, have made you. I want you to know that-"

But the creature, Jojo, began to think and process the vast world around him. Dio's words blurred as his mind wandered around reality.

'Know?' 'Creature?' He thought.

"Dio?"