Omake 15: A name for the Gig

“Okay, I understand that you all might find the reason for this meeting quite childish, but it’s important that we do this as a team rather as a group with an absolute leader and submitted minions.”

Hannah lifted a hand up.

“Yes?”

“I don’t see a problem with that misunderstanding-”

“Hannah.”

“Apologies, Dio.”

I sighed tiredly as I addressed the rest of the group I had assembled.

“The job is simple. I need each of you to offer some suggestions to the name of this company,” I explained with a nod. “I trust you all to not give me headaches with the naming process, don’t make me regret this belief.”

They all nodded, and I allowed the first one to speak.

Jonathan looked fairly composed as he was allowed to speak. He stood up from his chair as he addressed the rest of the group.

Surely, someone as gentlemanish and polite as the youth would offer some decent suggestion about it.

“Considering that we’re all here for a noble goal while also vouching ourselves as the paladins of this change,” He started with a genuinely good build up. “How about… Divine Crusaders?”

...Is that the phone? I think Araki is preparing a lawsuit over the distasteful pun.

Despite my quick need to let out a ‘fuck no’, I merely decided with something a little less brutal.

“Jojo, while I appreciate the enthusiasm, I remind you that the organization is based on trading first, and providing for the people later. And Crusaders weren’t exactly the… brightest examples of good people.”

“What? Why not?”

My frown deepened at that confused rebuttal. “Jonathan… you know that the templars, also called the crusaders, are rumored to have eaten babies during the crusades, right?”

“WHAT?” Bhediya shouted while covering a confused Sarah’s ears from the atrocity I just sprouted.

“D-Dio, surely that is an overstatement-”

“The chronicle of Randulph of Caen is highly-debated, but I’m pretty sure Fulcher of Chartres is well-accepted as the basis of that rumor.”

It was a horrible bomb to drop, but I really didn’t want to be called a Crusader.

Good grief, spare me the horrified looks now…

“Now, I think it’s the turn of… Robert.”

The man nodded, standing up and smiling as he seemed ready to give a brilliant choice.

I was already bracing as I knew this was going to be a long and frustrating line of humiliating suggestions.

“Well, just like you have said now, Dio, I think we should aim for something simple and… humble,” The fellow blond stated. “Which is why I think ‘Brando Foundation’ might be a good and catchy candidate.”

Good, but not catchy. And by good, I mean that I would’ve to handle some PTSD at attaching the surname of the drunk bastard that was Dario Brando to the… brand.

The Brando brand. Oh no, this is not gonna fly that well…

“An interesting take, but I think we should aim for something less attached to me. I’m not that… tied to the image of the company.”

I turned to Bhediya… and the werewolf merely shrugged, causing me to frown in confusion.

“You don’t have anything?”

“It’s a little sudden, and I don’t have much to offer right now.”

Sounds… actually fair. I wasn’t exactly forcing them to do this, and I took this chance to sigh in relief at the fact I was being spared from being subjected to this too extensively.

“It’s fine,” I calmly accepted. “But if you have any suggestions after hearing the others, feel free to offer.”

The young man nodded in appreciation, and soon I was looking at… “Hannah, I suppose you have a-”

“I have an idea!”

I paused, turning at the origin of that interruption. Sarah was smiling widely and I felt ensnared by her childish cuteness to look away.

It was a trap, one that I had been lulled by being too confident of my personal ability to appear lovable.

“S-Sure. What do you… have in mind, Sarah?”

The tiny brunette opened her mouth wide open, taking in as much air she could with her lungs… and then she spoke up.

“Slaves to Fate!”

My jaws slowly dropped and my eyes widened in surprise.

“W-What?”

“Friends of Peace.”

…

“Did she say that the first time around?”

The rest of the cast nodded, giving me a confused frown before I accepted it as the truth.

Maybe the ‘game’ was starting to get to my head… like how would Sarah know about ‘that’ scary thing?

It’s not canon to begin with… and yet many things had derailed since day one.

“Well sweetie, the name is nice, but we need something that can be seen as tough. Still, I will probably keep it to be used in a proper organization I might leave to you.”

Her eyes widened in delight at the promise while her brother gave me a legitimate look at giving his younger sibling that much power once things were set for us all.

“REALLY!?”

I nodded and she celebrated in Bhediya’s arms… while I quickly turned to Hannah to put an end to this madness.

“H-Hannah, your suggestion.”

The woman nodded, appearing surprisingly modest despite the monumental task at hand.

“I’ve been thinking this properly from Jonathan’s choice to my turn, and I believe I’ve come up with the proper name for your organization, Dio.”

“Our organization,” I corrected calmly. “We are all in this together.”

“But you created it, and you lead us towards a shiny path of Justice and truth. Which is why I believe the name ‘Passion’ would fit well with our heart-driven sense of humanity.”

That’s surprisingly good. Actually, it was one of the best I could find in the rack right now.

I mean, that would end up with Diavolo having to change his gang’s name to something different… but that wouldn’t be much of a change.

But just as I was about to take it as the winner and get done with this, my eyes settled for someone I had forgotten about.

“Oh Erina, I almost forgot about you.”

The girl, which was standing right beside Hannah, giggled at the honest comment, shaking her head mirthfully before addressing the situation.

“It’s alright, Dio. I tend to be rather quiet and… easy to forget from time to time,” She admitted with a hint of sadness. “But I believe I have a name that might fit with the company… if I may offer it to you.”

I nodded. “Sure.”

“Well, like Hannah just said, I think you are still the leader of something beautiful. You lead us, it’s true, but you leave us to tend to our own duties, and to guide us in the most righteous of paths before the Lord’s way.”

...I felt interested by the take, and I nodded at her to continue.

“That’s why I believe this company seems to have been… ‘Made in Heaven’.”

My jaws almost dropped again at that, but not just by surprise at the curious coincidence… but because I deviously found the name fitting.

To name an organization meant to help humanity to prosper with the name of a Stand that was used to reject the worth of humanity as a whole just stirred my malicious bone against Pucci.

…

“Erina, forgive me if I ask you this so suddenly… but weren’t you and Jonathan planning to go to a date tomorrow morning?”

The blonde blushed at the query, but nodded despite the embarrassment. “Y-yes.”

…

“Have you two already chosen where to go?” I asked quietly, making it look like the topic had changed without any reason.

Jojo looked confused, but replied in his fiance’s stead.

“We were thinking to one of the theaters, but the tickets are expensive and-”

“Just give me a place. One of the many.”

Erina blinked and… sighed. “I would like to go at the Shakespeare’s Globe, but it’s expensive and-”

“Done.”

…

“D-Dio,” Jojo tried to rebuff, but I was smiling smugly.

“I believe Erina’s suggestion has won the argument, Jojo. And I think she deserves to be treated well by my young brother… which is why I will allow you as a gift the proper price for two tickets at the Shakespeare’s Globe.”

They both tried to counter this, but I was set about this.

The others were fine with it, except maybe for Hannah. The young woman seemed to grow compliant the moment I offered her some hugs whenever she wanted, preventing my plans of matching them closer to fall apart because of her pouting.

With that decision set, the day at ‘Made In Heaven’ resumed without any problem… except for the antics created by Hannah’s unexpected scares by jumping on me for hugs.