93Giorno watched grimly as his father continued to battle the angry snowman. He may have wanted him to win, but he hasn't completely forgiven him yet.
"LOOK AT DIO'S GRIT AND RESOLVE AS HE CONTINUED TO BATTLE."
Dio gritted his teeth as he landed a right at Ghiaccio's cheek. 'That felt good!'
Ghiaccio's blades skidded back a little.
"Don't let up! Go!" Johnny yelled.
Dio oblidged as he advanced forward. A few exchanges here and there. "TAKE IT!" Ghiaccio yelled as he punched Dio in the liver.
Dio's eyes widened but he continued his onslaught. 'Fuck! His blows are heavier than Johnny! What the fuck?!'
They exchanged some more punches.
"BACK AND FORTH AND BACK AND FORTH!" Speedwagon yelled, hyping the crowd up as the two continued to beat the everloving fuck out of eachother.
"CATCH THOSE HANDS, GHIACCIO!" Pucci yelled as he began to wear his shirt again.
. . .
'Damn, the man's posture was so damn strong!' Josuke thought as Jolyne watched intently.
. . .
"Ghiaccio's stability on the ice gave him the upperhand." Kars muttered. "His core is too stable for Dio to actually knock him down."
"THE FUCK IS UP WITH ANALYSING?! WE ARE MEN! WE USE OUR STRENGTH!" Stroheim yelled. "Quiet, you brainless toaster!" Kars snarled.
Weather steeled his face, he wondered how many pushups the hockey player can do.
"Hmph. Let's see if Dio can outsmart him." Jotaro grumbled.
"Yes! He is gaining the upperhand! This Dio might escape his fate after all." Diavolo chuckled. "Well, you should have just said that you were gonna vote for him. I could have Ghiaccio throw the fight." Doppio fiddled with his fingers. "Idiota, he is not gonna vote for Dio, he is gonna bet on him." Polpo corrected.
"And the difference is?"
"I doubt Ghiaccio is the type of man to agree on having this fight fixed against him. Killing him will raise alarms because he is a celebrity. Dio on the other hand, was a nobody." Diavolo cunningly replied.
. . .
Giorno stared at his father, he is trying his best. But for some reason, he is still pissing him off. 'I can't just let it slide. He lied to me. And it hurt.'
The young man frowned "I may have helped you continue, but that doesn't mean I forgive you." He stood up and walked away.
Trish glanced at Giorno and sighed. 'I don't have any rights to tell Giorno to forgive Mr. Dio right away. After all, I'm not exactly in good terms with my padre.'
She just hoped he cools down before anything happens to his father.
. . .
"Yes! Combinations! Grit your teeth, you son of a bitch!" Johnny cheered. "ICE CREAM! ICE CREAM!" Gappy stood om his chair to call the ice cream vendor.
"Hey, sit the fuck down, you weirdo!" The people behind him jeered.
Jonathan saw Giorno walking towards the exit. The gentleman squinted and saw the expression of sulking in Giorno's face. "What, I thought he already..." Jonathan glanced at his busy seatmates and decided to follow his nephew.
"WOO! GIVE IT YOUR ALL, MR. DIO!" Tarkus cheered proudly.
. . .
"Hehe, yeah! How do you like them apples?!" Dio grinned as he got Ghiaccio on the ropes.
"WHAT APPLE ARE YOU REFERRING TO, YOU ARE PISSING ME OFF!" Ghiaccio threw a rather peculiar right punch. Dio cussed and blocked it with his right elbow.
Normally, only Ghiaccio's fist would be broken, but Dio was too relaxed when he did the block, causing his elbow to be hyperextended.
"FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!" Both the men screamed in pain.
Giorno glanced at his father from the exit for a brief moment.
"GODDAMNIT, CAN SOMEBODY PLEASE SUCK MY COCK!" Dio yelled out in pain as him and Ghiaccio were wailing.
The crowd laughed and cheered for them anyways.
Giorno felt embarrassed and cringed.
. . .
"Dio... You are one tough fucker..!" Ghiaccio panted as he tried to pop his fingers back to place "FUCK, THAT HURT!"
Dio crouched down to cool off the swelling from his weenis to the ice floor. "Fuck, it's swelling up like a balloon! It looks like my arms have two camel lumps!"
"1!" Tonpetty counts.
"HEY, I'M NOT DOWN, YOU FAT EGG!" Dio screamed as he stood up in anger. Tonpetty smugly chuckled.
"You took my right fist out... But guess what, I still have ANOTHER!" Ghiaccio threw a shovel hook towards Dio's liver.
"SHIT!" Dio realized he can't use his right arm to block the blow and took a full powered hit to the liver.
"IT LANDED! IT MUST HAVE BEEN AWFUL!"
Dio's WORLD slowed down. Tunnel vision kicks in. Everything became blurred except from what was in front of him.
'What, the hell is happening?' Dio thought as everything became frozen. 'Did time, just stopped?'
His body was numb as he was frozen in place. 'Is this what they meant that time slows down when you are in an extreme situation?'
Ghiaccio's face was furious as hell.
'But this is bullshit, I am extreme all the time!' Dio thought bitterly. His eyes wandered around. He saw everyone else, enjoying this.
Johnny was screaming in concern as Gappy was trying to eat his ice cream.
'Holy shit, they love me. Can't blame them, who doesn't?'
He noticed that his brother was missing 'Motherfucker took a piss, how dare he miss this?! I'm being awesome!'
He inwardly gasped as he saw Giorno, looking at him in disappointment, about to exit the door.
'What, hey. Where do you think you're going?'
Time slowly begans to pick up pace.
"NGH?!" Dio winced as he fell down in slow motion. The right side of his midsection began to hurt.
It must have been a broken rib from when Tarkus squashed him.
Blood profusely flow from his mouth as time resumes.
'Giorno, wait..! Don't go!'
His son left and he landed on the cold hard ground.
'I guess I just wanted to look cool in front of you...'
"1!"
'And ended up looking pathetic.'
. . .
Giorno took a deep breath of fresh air. "I don't wanna go inside there anymore." He mumbled to himself.
He can't bear to watch this continue. Especially after finding out the truth. And the fact that they kept a secret from him.
"You should." He heard Jonathan's voice.
He glanced at the big man before sighing.
"I know he forced you to hide it from me. And you're just too nice to refuse." Giorno bluntly said.
"That is true." Jonathan said as he stood next to Giorno.
It was high noon, the Florida sun blaring all over the land.
. . .
'I think the false rib got fractured, and pierced my liver...' Dio exhaled shakily before grunting under the intense pain.
He is scared. What if he dies before accomplishing his goal? What if he fails.
Shall he sacrifice another one of his lives to avoid further injuries?
Should he play it safe? He still have two left.
The fact that his life was hanging from a thread was slowly and surely starting to concern him.
"5!"
"Stay down..." Ghiaccio panted as he supported himself on the arena's wall.
'NO! What kind of a fucking loser dies in the second stage?! Not me!' Dio slammed his left fist to the ground. He gritted his teeth as blood drops to the icy floor.
He burped before vomitting on his hands.
"EUGH!" Speedwagon cringed. "AWWWW!" The crowd sneered in disgust.
He slowly stood up, his right hand brushing through the large pool of blood.
'I need to show him... How strong I am!' He planted the blades of his boots to the ground as he slowly postured himself up.
'My fortune, my properties, they won't mean shit if he grows up spineless! What he needs is someone he can look up to! A pillar of strength and courage! That's the best thing I can leave behind for him. And it's my obligation to be that guy...'
Ghiaccio stared in horror as Dio glared at him like he was a cornered animal.
"Because... I AM HIS FATHER!"
"THE CROWD'S LAUGHTER DIED DOWN AS THEY WERE INSPIRED BY HIS UNWAVERING FIGHTING SPIRIT! CAN GHIACCIO CONTAIN IT?!"
Speedwagon yelled passionately at the mic as Dio's action brought him to tears.
"BLESSED IS HE WHO DOESN'T FALTER IN THE FACE OF FEAR!" Pucci screamed.
"I don't remember asking." Ghiaccio deadpanned. Weirded out that Dio just declared he is someone's father out of nowhere.
"THIS FATHER DOESN'T FIGHT BECAUSE HE HATES WHAT IS IN FRONT OF HIM. HE FIGHTS BECAUSE HE LOVES WHAT IS BEHIND HIM!" Speedwagon cried out. Touched by how far Dio will go for his son.
. . .
"Every minute... Every second. His life is reaching the finish line. How long are you gonna have to wait to give him your forgiveness?" Jonathan asked.
"It's not that easy. We, we were supposed to trust eachother. How can he betray me? What reason can he possibly have to continue fighting?!" Giorno raised his voice while Jonathan sadly stared at him.
"Talk to him." Jonathan blurted out. "No. I can't stare at him without feeling pissed off." Giorno answered.
"You need to let him know how you feel." His uncle calmly told him. "I don't have to. It's my choice." The nephew replied.
"He's-"
"He is exactly the man I don't want to be!"
Jonathan's eyes widened at Giorno's declaration. "You told me, uncle. That I'm at the point of my life where I turn in to the person I am gonna be for the rest of my life." Giorno stared at him fiercely.
"He is the opposite of who I wanna be."
Jonathan gritted his teeth and trembled.
"I'm going to watch him until the very end. But I'm not going to interact with him-"
*slap*
It was one of the heaviest hit Giorno took in his life. He thought he was going to get decapitated by the strength of that slap, surprised he wasn't knocked out.
Anasui's earlier assault doesn't compare to this.
"Augha!" Giorno landed on the ground. Jonathan stared at him with sorrow.
"Giorno. Once he dies, he won't be able to hear you anymore, no matter how much you cry. Talk to him, while he is still alive."
Jonathan turned his back on him. "Cherish the moment you are with him. Memories are something you can always go back to if you took a picture of it, or recorded it. But it's something you'll never experience ever again."
The gentleman hid his tears, remembering his rough relationship with his father. "I'll see you inside."
. . .
Dio with his arm down bravely advanced towards Ghiaccio.
The blue haired angry man smiled despite his busted lip.
He baited Dio to come closer before hitting him with his right elbow. "IDIOT! ONLY MY FIST WAS BROKEN! UNLIKE YOU!"
Dio's cheekbone was definitely fractured, but his eyes were alive. He threw an uppercut with his broken arm.
"ARE YOU SERIOUS?! DIO WAS PLANNING TO ATTACK GHIACCIO WITH HIS BROKEN ARM! AND THE MAN DODGE IT!"
But it wasn't what Dio was aiming for.
. . .
Jotaro's eyes widened. As Dio's once broken elbow was now back in alignment.
"That fucker..! He used centrifugal force to cock his dislocated elbow back!"
"Huh. I guess the doctor and the weird guy went home." Formaggio scratched his head as only four of them were left.
. . .
"DIO USED MOMENTUM TO GET HIS ARM BACK ON TRACK!"
"YAAAAOOOOOOOWWW, THAT IS HOOD AS FUCK!" Pucci screeched.
Dio's elbow was relocated but it was still swollen. The man spat a cloud of blood towards Ghiaccio, much to his disgust. "WHATTHEFUCK?!"
Fortunately Ghiaccio dodged it and punched Dio in the gut with his left fist.
Dio grabbed Ghiaccio and painted the wall red behind him with his right hand.
"W-WHAT COULD HE BE DOING?!"
"GET OFF ME, YOU GROSS FUCKWIT!" Ghiaccio cussed as he punched Dio's stomach.
"I have to hold on..! Once I go down, I can't get back up again!" Dio was once again on the verge of breaking down as the man continued to pummel him, but he held on and continued to apply fresh blood to the wall behind Ghiaccio.
Ghiaccio took note of it and pushed forward by kicking off the wall, but they are still in a clinch.
"Dio... I have to commend you for having this amount of guts..! But the one with the greater resolve was ME!"
The hockey player headbutted Dio, hard. Causing the blond to stumble, he is falling. But the angry man was knocked back as well to the wall of fresh blood.
"RIGHT IN THE HEAD! I WIN!"
He fell on his ass and his back got stucked as the blood froze.
"Huh?! Fucking sticky!" He grunted in confusion as he turned around to see the commotion.
Ghiaccio tsked as he was stucked but as he turned back to his foe, he gasped.
The stadium went silent.
Il vento d'oro piano.
Dio was still standing. His skating blades were stucked on the crack Jonathan's punch caused.
"WHA..." Ghiaccio stared as the mighty Dio was subtly posing tiredly.
"Padre..." they heard from the mic.
"Your resolve is shining even brighter than the sun outside..."
Everyone was speechless as Dio began to lean forward.
"And it's shining, on the path of victory that we're meant to take..!" Giorno finished his speech.
"WHAT THE HEEEEEEEEELLL?!" Ghiaccio shouted in confusion. Dio isn't down for the count because of those damn cracks and the man's son suddenly recited a poem. What the fuck.
Dio raised his foot, leaving the stucked shoe on the floor before stomping the shit out of Ghiaccio's face.
"MUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDA!"
Ghiaccio was finally knocked out.
. . .
"YES. THAT WAS SPECTACULAR!" Polpo and Diavolo applauded.
. . .
The other contenders were silent as hell. Weather smiled "He exploited the rule."
Kars turned around in annoyance "What rule?"
"You can't kick with your skating shoes on. He kicked with his foot."
"BRAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! AWESOMEEEEEEEEEEEEAH!" Stroheim cheered. "Keep it down! My ears are dying!" Formaggio whined.
"I GIVE YOU MY CONDOLENCES!"
"AGH! SHUT THE FUCK UP!"
. . .
Johnny and Gappy stared proudly as Jonathan smiled.
"Another one down..." Gappy said in satisfaction.
. . .
"YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAA! YOOOO! YOOOOOOO!" Pucci screamed his ass off.
The crowd began to cheer loudly, the stadium making it sound like thunder as Dio won again.
. . .
"Hey! Kicking wasn't allowed!" Tonpetty scolded.
"Kicking with your shoes isn't... Kicking with my foot is totally okay..." Dio panted before collapsing to the ice.
. . .
'That was crafty.' Jotaro smirked.
'First, he spat a cloud of blood to disorient Ghiaccio. Then used the blood on his hands to lay the foundation behind the man. Then he used Ghiaccio's headbutt against him by knocking him back with the momentum. It must have been a stroke of luck that he hitched his shoe on that crack on the ground. But it worked. Ghiaccio got stuck to the blood as if it were wet cement. The temperature of the arena made it very easy for the blood to dry up that's why Dio had to paint a large amount of it on the wall.'
Jotaro tugged his cap "Good freaking grief."
"What kind of an adult uses freak as a cussword?" Formaggio mumbled.
. . .
Jolyne smiled as he saw Giorno on the booth, laughing awkwardly as the priest kept apologizing to him.
"Man, you better give the nigga a break man, I'm sorry it had to be that way. But your papa loves you-"
"I know. I know." Giorno looked at his unconcious father with a smile as the stretchers carried him and Ghiaccio away.
"I GUESS THERE IS GOING TO BE NO POST BATTLE INTERVIEW FOLKS! THAT WAS INTENSE!" Speedwagon yelled.
"You know, it feels like you and your father are like Simba and Mufasa. And I'm motherfucking Rafiki!" Pucci grinned. Giorno chuckled at the reference.
"That's pretty specific." Giorno said. "Nah, here me out, you two are like lions. Look! Y'all even have long gold manes! You know what this means?" The priest asked.
"N-No? And why do I feel like I don't wanna find out?" Giorno asked unsurely as he saw Johnny from the crowd signalling him that it's time to go.
"WELL THAT IS ALL FOR TODAY FOLKS! FEEL FREE TO STAY IN OUR WIDE ARRAY OF HOTELS AND INNS AROUND THE STAR ISLAND! WE HAVE DISCOUNTS FOR-"
"IIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEE IIAMBAMBAWE!"
Pucci continued singing as the crowd went silent.
"Oh dios mio, no." Giorno sweatdropped.
"Awimbawe, awimbawe, awimbawe." Tarkus chanted whilst clapping to start a percussion as Bruford and Mary looked at him in confusion. Then soon enough they started singing.
"Awimbawe! Awimbawe!" The massive combined voices of the crowd began chanting as Pucci led the song.
It was infectious.
"IN THE JUNGLE, THE MIGHTY JUNGLE, THE LION SLEEPS TONIIIIIGHT!" Pucci smiled.
"IN THE JUNGLE, THE QUIET JUNGLE THE LION SLEEPS TONIIIIIGHT!" The audience started to reply.
William was too dumbfounded to say anything. As Speedwagon admired the unity of every human inside the dome.
Giorno sneaks out but as the song continued, Trish blocked his way. Giorno looked up at the girl, she was smiling.
She grabbed his hand as she started to control him like a puppet in an attempt to dance.
"NEAR THE VILLAGE, THE QUIET VILLAGE, THE LION SLEEPS TONIIIIIIIIIIIGHT! EVERYBODY!" Pucci screamed.
"NEAR THE VILLAGE, THE PEACEFUL VILLAGE, THE LION SLEEPS TONIIIIIIGHT!"
"OH! OH!" Pucci yelled.
"AWIEEEEEEEEEEEE HEEE HEEE WIAMBAMBAWE..." Speedwagon surprised everyone with his majestic falsetto. "Yeah boy! Take it away!" The priest clapped. "I'm going home!" William said as he stood up to leave.
Trish began laughing as Giorno smiled at her. It was fun. Very fun. They got lost in eachother's eyes as the beautiful music continued to bloom. The crowd began partying hard at the Lion King song.
"What happened to your face?" Trish asked with a grin. "I facepalmed really hard earlier." Giorno joked. "You were supposed to slap your forehead, idiota." The pinkette smiled. "I missed the target." The blond replied.
She cupped his face. "Does it hurt?"
"Err, not really."
"GIORNO!" They heard Jolyne's voice as she suddenly glomped the young man from behind.
"Oof!"
Trish's eyes widened as Giorno was pushed towards her. They effectively sandwiched the boy.
"YO GIORNO! YOUR DAD IS SO DAMN KEWL!" Josuke grinned and greeted him.
"Heh! Thanks!" Giorno laughed sheepishly. "Is he gonna be alright? Hmmmm?" Jolyne teased as she breathed on his nape. Giorno bit his lip, sweating profusely as his boner scraped Trish's thigh.
Trish felt it and was totally flusterred. 'What is it even made of?!'
"W-Wait! That reminds me! I have to go check on him!" Giorno said.
"Can we come?" Jolyne asked as she lets him go.
"No. We're going home." They heard Jotaro's voice as the man approached. Jolyne frowned. "Mr. J-J-J-Jotaro..! G-Good afternoon..!" Giorno stuttered.
"Giorno Giovanna. Giorno Brando. Giorno Joestar. You have alot of names don't you?" Jotaro smiled.
The blond didn't know how to react, he was intimidated. 'This man beat Johnny in a fight..!'
"Your father must have made you proud. You should go congratulate him." Jotaro turned around. "Let's go. We're leaving." Jotaro puts his hands on his pockets and walked away.
"Tch, you're not the boss of me..!" Jolyne snarled before turning to Giorno and booping his nose. She walked behind her father begrudgingly.
"See ya soon, Giorno!" Josuke waved as he left as well.
"Ciao, Josuke!" Giorno waved.
He turned to the pinkette "So, you wanna go?"
Trish gasped but she shook her head "No... Sorry, but I have to go meet up with my mom at the hotel. She is gonna watch your dad tomorrow and I just got here sooner than her so... Arrividerci?"
Giorno smiled and nods. "Arrividerci."
What a mess of a chapter.
