Omake 12: Two ‘Villains’ (1?)

Warning: The Fourth Wall was sent to ICU because of this omake.

I, Dio, wasn’t completely certain of what was happening as of now but… this was sure an odd occurrence.

It easily went beyond the standard bizarre that I was expecting from the timeline, but mostly because the incredible issue came from… another dimension.

The claim was certainly absurd to make so suddenly and without a proper explanation, but let’s just say that I wasn’t raving over the instance unfolding in front of me.

A portal, one that had opened right in my office, was currently keeping open as a strange individual, one that I hadn’t expected to ever met in my hopefully long life, tripped beyond it and into the room.

Blinking, I frowned over this intrusion and, as I stood out of my chair to make way to the intruder, I paused for a moment as she stood up with a slightly pained look.

Long light-brown hair reached her lower back, with a cerulean bow tying part of those on her left side. The young woman was wearing a half-sleeved dress with a big skirt. Thin white gloves covering her hands and a pair of leather boots disrupting what should’ve been a regal appearance.

But I guess I shouldn’t have expected much of ‘regal’ from someone that hardly cared about it.

Katarina Claes, the protagonist of HameFura, finally took notice of the fact that she wasn’t alone in that new place. Her bright blue eyes reached up and stopped only to look onto my orange orbs.

There was a switch in that strange silence. Gone was the mystery in my mind as I gave her a tiny kind smile.

A tremendous mistake for sure from the way she jumped in panic at my ‘introduction’.

Gesticulating for a moment over who she was looking at, the brunette gawked as her mind tried to elaborate a reasonable answer to motivate this ‘confusing’ reaction.

“You are D- I mean, who are you?”

Wait, did the girl knew of me and… did she knew of Jojo?

My interest peaked at this possibility, and I allowed her to regain some control over the situation.

“My name is Dio Brando. And I hope you would be kind enough to introduce yourself, intruder.”

Or maybe not. Just like she was trying to avoid any sudden issue with her ‘secret’ identity, so I was doing the same to not get my cover blown by that airhead.

“I-I’m Duchess Katarina Claes, and you- I can tell you’re evil!”

Frowning at that sudden accusation, I decided to play her game a little more. I already knew what to say to subvert her little expectations.

“I’m not the one that entered an office uninvited, rudely demanded the name of the owner of said office, and then accused said owner of being ‘evil’.”

The young woman grimaced at that stern rebuttal, but I was far from over. “But I guess we’re similar in that last regard as I, Dio, feel like you’re evil yourself.”

That actually got a shocked look from her… but instead of keeping quiet as I had expected her to do with so much stacked against her, Katarina proved me wrong by giving me a suspicious look.

“You’re not Dio Brando.”

My eyes slowly widened at that sudden rebuttal. “Beg your pardon, duchess?”

The brunette backed away a little bit at my tone, but she continued undeterred. “You’re too young to be already acting against the Joestar- or to have this nice and warm office. Who are you?”

“The same I could same about you Katarina,” I remarked dryly. “Where is the arrogance that made you the main villain of ‘Fortune Lover’?”

…

“You,” She started, taking a moment to think some more about what she needed to say. “You are… like me?”

“Yes,” I replied curtly, taking notice of a strange glint coming from the girl’s eyes.

…

“Are you… the protagonist of Absolute Divinity?”

What?

“Beg your pardon?”

“Y-You know- I mean, it’s a story I’ve read a while ago. I kind of remember it because it was the only Dio Self Insert story or something like that,” The brunette explained. “I think it was in fanfict-”

“You’re trying to tell me that I, Dio, am the Main Character of a fanfiction?” I tried to elaborate my utter shock the best way possible. A self-insert? A version of myself was writing about me? How much was he bringing out and- “What kind of quality did it have?”

“It could’ve been better...”

I sagged at that sheepish remark.

“B-But don’t worry! I know that it’s troublesome to think your life might be fake and that your efforts are enforced by an external force, still I know you’re real because you’re talking to me and I’m real for sure!”

I grew more nervous at her final words, and I saw her eyes catching onto my awkward expression and… narrowing in a moment of dread.

“Tell me that I’m not-”

“You’re the main protagonist of ‘My Next Life as a Villainess’. You’ve a Light Novel, a Manga, and an Anime about yourself and your adventures.”

…

“Oh God!” Her eyes widened in shock and while I genuinely hoped to be left alone to think about this… this absurdity.

I, Dio, was actually the fruit of the fiction born from the mind of a realer version of myself?

The ramifications were dreadful, enough to get me gawking even now that I was trying to force myself in a state of calm.

How could I calm down if my life is just a-

“T-That means that all the insanity was made by someone else!? That all the worry, all the misadventures were-” Katarina paused for a moment, shivering a little bit before… she slammed into me.

Her arms wrapped around my neck and she made me trip backward before squishing her right cheek onto mine. “Waaah! This it the worst! This- This is so bad!”

Yes. Yes, it is and… your panic cuddle isn’t helping my mind to elaborate a proper explanation of what was going on.

But while I really expected for the worst to have passed, dread exploded in my mind as I saw figures rushing at the portal and over at the sight of Katarina now latching at me.

Another brunette spearheaded the big group, with her brown eyes hardening at the sight as she prepared to take charge against the possible ‘attacker of her friend (crush)’.

Mary Hunt looked absolutely murderous at that dreadful scene.

And with the main cast of Bakarina passing through, my stare was briefly taken as the door of the office was slammed open and… Hannah forsook her worried look to adopt a more furious one at the growing number of intruders. Behind her, the rest of the people in there, Jonathan included, rushed inside in what looked to be a battle in the making.

Just as I braced for the worst, I also ended up bracing more tightly at Katarina, with the girl mostly clueless of the madness unleashed in that very case.

I, Dio, knew that the one to blame was either ‘my’ author or someone else of the same caliber!