Omake 11: Bizarre Displacement (Stardust Crusader)

Idea from: Dylstion (FFN)

I was confused by what had just happened.

My body was still shivering as the adrenaline continued to flood my veins. The battle had concluded, with me as a the glorious victor of what had been a redo of something I had already done in the past, and yet my mind was drowning in utter dread at the sight before me.

Fighting Part 3 DIO proved to be as difficult as it had been back then, but now? Things felt much easier over the fact that this ended up becoming a simple redo.

DIO wasn’t conscious of what I had used against his copy, nor he seemed willing to spare more attention over my gloating early in that encounter.

What truly brought me to a confusing instance were the world he had offered before we engaged in that quick-paced brawl.

“A mockery of myself? To think that the Joestars would employ such a foolish tactic,” The older blonde had said with a curious tone. “But I guess my estimations that Polnareff would’ve been the one to seek revenge were slightly off in the timing.”

I hadn’t thought much about it, switching quickly at the taunting instead of pondering over why this ‘dream’ had felt so realistic compared to last time.

My attacks felt truer, and the small moments of soreness that I was experiencing now that the fight was over just… made me doubt that I was actually in a dream.

But how- or why!

Why was I here in…

…

Oh no.

Before I had the chance of crouching down to burn what was left of this doppelganger with my Hamon, destroying any chances that the vampiric bits survived the little Ripple infusion, I heard loud footsteps approaching.

The doors of the bedroom were slammed open in a powerful display and I felt my heart plummet to the endless pit of fear when I looked at four familiar characters.

Joseph Joestar, Noriaki Kakyoin, Jean Pierre Polnareff, and… Jotaro Kujo.

…

I, Dio, am so dead right now if I don’t get out of this place at once.

The close space easily put me in a massive disadvantage despite the already horrible ordeal I was supposed to face.

They looked pissed- well, Jotaro looked ready to punch the hell out of me while the rest was scanning over the place for any tricks or traps.

“DIO.”

“Is dead,” I blurted quickly enough. “I’m not the effeminate blond vampire you’re hunting for.”

Kakyoin snorted at this, his sunglasses covering his eyes but his lips were well expressing his amusement over the matter.

Polnareff was less receptive of the sarcastic response. I guess that losing two of his closest friends, getting some of his fingers, toes and part of his leg forcibly removed would leave him quite exhaust of comedic stances.

“You’re- you’re short.”

I narrowed my eyes at Joseph. “And you’re a cheater.”

That did seem to get him tense, and it was also enough to get Jotaro to snap a confused look to his grandfather.

“What?”

A little bit of chaos that happened well away from me was much appreciated, especially when I was getting spared by some unholy beating.

I knew that Stand-wise I didn’t have the means to counter even ｢Hierophant Green｣ alone in physical combat.

And I really, really didn’t want to be turned in a punchbag for Jotaro’s ｢Star Platinum｣ to use at his own amusement.

“He’s DIO,” Polnareff exclaimed with insistence. “He’s trying to get us to fight each other while he plot for a way to kill us.”

“Polnareff, I’m quite sure that you got a proper look of DIO’s appearance. Do I really look like a buff bastard with an obsession in macabre manipulation?”

He gritted his teeth, trying and failing to come up with a smart way to denounce my own words.

Kind of futile and-

“So I was incorrect to assume that this inferior copy was affiliated with the Joestars?”

I tensed up, my eyes widening in shock as I turned around and found DIO standing right behind me and… glancing at me with intense curiosity.

Before I had the chance to bring up ｢ACT 1｣ I gasped as two of his fingers pierced me in the shoulder.

“And your blood is akin mine-!!”

He had to move away from me as I quickly tapped into the Ripple. The energy flocked at my command, quickly burning at the fingers.

“Hamon?!” Joseph exclaimed as he took notice of the familiar light coming from me. “What is going on?”

“I’m not a foe,” I muttered dryly, allowing the Hamon to fix up my wound and speed up the recovery. “The only thing I can say for sure right now is that the bastard is my opponent, just like he is to you four.”

“Why should we trust you, brat?” Jotaro inquired rudely, and I sighed.

“You either do or do not,” I replied with a nod. “Also… good grief, ‘Evil Spirit’, really?”

He seemed irritated by that callback to the first episode and the use of his trademark words.

Still, that was enough to get him to stay quiet as DIO finally recovered from what had just happened.

“Fascinating. You might be from another dimension and… I wonder how differently things went for you to have developed a Stand so early on,” He mused with an intrigued voice. “I shall study you more once I’m done with this farce. None of you can match my ｢The World｣ in a fight.”

“I recall you saying that becoming a vampire made you invincible. Then Jonathan trashed you properly,” I rebuked smugly. “But I guess that’s how you actually live. You trash-talk over a minor power, then you get stomped because you’re the classic villain with an obsession for monologues.”

He narrowed my eyes once more at me. “I will enjoy destroying you, mockery of the Divine.”

“Come hither, you flamboyant vampire stripper!”

And so he rushed forward with the greatest of rages, and I was quick to bring up ｢ACT 1｣ for the clash that ensued.

“MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA-!!”

“WRYYYyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!!!”

Our Stands exchanged rapid attacks, with mine slowly starting to lose before the stronger and faster blows coming our way.

But I already knew that a direct confrontation wouldn’t have done justice to this match, and that making winning it the main priority would’ve been foolish for my part.

Despite the fact my knuckles were slowly getting chipped because of the damage ｢ACT 1｣ was sustaining, I still continued to spin one of the metallic orbs I had kept in my jacket’s pocket.

Once the process was complete, I dispelled my Stand and quickly launched the Spin against the unsuspecting DIO.

The ball rushed at him quickly… only to be deflected away with a punch from ｢The World｣.

“USELESS! Such a cheap trick will never work on me, foolish version of mine. My Stand is the strongest and-”

KA-BLAM!

The ball exploded on the wall nearby, tearing it apart and revealing the sun right as it approached towards dusk. I was blessed with a proper remembrance of the day’s time, and I knew that I could yet make use of the sunlight to attack the vampire.

DIO looked horrified as his legs caught on fire at the sudden development. The pain was enough to spring him away from the range of the sunlight… but right into ｢Hierophant Green｣’s Emerald Splash.

The attack was mostly ineffective against the bulkier Stand, but its main function was to distract ｢The World｣ from the sneaking of ｢Hermit Purple｣‘s vines approaching DIO’s neck.

The Vampire gasped for air as Hamon started to coat his body in pure energy, frying over his head thanks to Joseph’s intervention.

The combo was then concluded when Polnareff proceeded to cut at DIO’s tendons with ｢Silver Chariot｣, limiting his capacity to move before Jotaro moved in for the grand finale.

｢Star Platinum｣ roared furiously as he unleashed a beating worth of seven pages.

I was perplexed by the unpleasant emotion I was getting by seeing a look-alike getting obliterated through the OraOra treatment, but I was glad that I wasn’t the one getting that kind of punishment.

DIO’s body was shattered, with ｢The World｣ suffering through the entire assault until its entirety was destroyed.

It was quite brutal, swift and-

“Impressive,”

I blinked in surprise at the whispered comment, the voice feeling familiar… but also not.

I swung around to see who was talking about.

“Not yet.”

The entire world crumbled like glass and I felt plummeting into the nothingness as-

I gasped for air as I woke up back in my bed.

A dream?

Surely that couldn’t have been a dream despite the fact I wished it had been.

My lungs felt tired, my throat welt dry and… my knuckles-

I stared down, panic intensified over the fact that something was trailing down at my aching hands.

Blood. My knuckles were still bleeding… and I was holding what looked to be a large golden ring.

And in that very moment, I, Dio, felt like something was watching me from afar and beyond this dimension. Something familiar, something malicious. And something wrong.