Part 3

I don't know how long I slept, but I woke up with a sudden shaking. Immediately after I woke up from sleep, I felt incredible discomfort compared to what it was before I fell asleep. As strange as it may sound, I just physically felt the danger. But I did not feel from the space around me that something was wrong, as if it should have been, but all this was drowned out by incredibly strong excitement.

This did not last for a very long time until the moment when I felt another even more unpleasant feeling compared to what I had, it was as if everything was squeezing me and trying to push me out of this place. And then I finally realized what was happening to me. I am born.

The moment when I found myself in this place was my rebirth, merging or incorporation into the body of an unborn baby. I hope that I was simply reborn into him, and did not take the place of the child while pushing him out of the body. Even if this conceived my death, I would not want to take on this act, even though I am not involved in it. And the sound that I heard when I appeared here was the sound of the heart of my new mother, no matter how strange it sounds. And to the sound of her heart, I fell asleep for a while before my birth.

All the time that I was thinking about this whole situation, the state around me only got worse.

I don't know how long it lasted, but after a certain time for me, a light hit my eyes and blinded me for a certain time. If you think so, then this is the first light in my new life, I don't know whether to rejoice or cry because of this. After all, if you remember, what usually happens to children is ...

"Hit"

Yes. After birth, babies are beaten on their ass so that their reflexes to pain provoke a cry, which helps them take their first breath. I don't know if it's because the doctor was a sadist or because my skin at the moment was too unusual for everything, but this blow made me terribly, which made me shamefully cry. Even though it was for a short time, it still shook my dignity.

To my shame, I did not notice how they swaddled me and carried me somewhere. I don't think that at the moment there are many places where they can carry me, this is my mother. And a second later, this assumption was fully confirmed. They took me incredibly tenderly in their arms and pulled me to them. She was a very beautiful girl with dark blue eyes and black long hair that had strange blonde strands that looked like wings. I saw her face surprisingly very clearly. This girl was strangely familiar to me and not because she was my mother and I should have felt something for her instinctively, but because I had already seen her somewhere.

Due to the fact that I was tightly wrapped up and could not turn my head normally, and if I did, there would still be nothing to see, since my vision was very weak at the moment, I could not see how to my new mother who he turned and she turned her head to him and started to say something. She took her head away from the person she was talking to and looked closely at my eyes and pulled out her hand in order to gently stroke my head.

I don't know why, but I wanted to smile and please this new, but undoubtedly very important woman for me. I could not make out exactly what was in front of my eyes, but I was sure that she smiled back at me.

- Diego. Diego Jonathan Brando. - despite my weak hearing, I heard my new name quite clearly.

Fuck. Diego Brando. A man whose parent was buried in the ground because they had no money for a child and because of the heavy rain washed him out of that grave, surprisingly alive, which made his mother jump into the water after him and save him. Survivor of the death of his mother due to the wounds that appeared due to the fact that she fed him with hot stew from his hands, who married an old woman to get her money and die under the train because you were a bad guy and had to die on the plot or to show Diego from the alternate world with [THE WORLD]. Okay, I think the hardest thing will be going through the birth and the first few years in the 1870s without modern conveniences.

First you need to come up with a plan of action so as not to die ahead of time. The moment when warm milk poured into my mouth, I prefer not to notice and take it for granted. First, I think you need to live at least fifteen years in order to acquire at least some kind of independence. I think, as not the most stupid person from the twenty-first century, I can at least think of something that would not be so disgusting, but these are the problems of the future me. Then, after I turn fifteen, I need to go to the desert to awaken the stand, purely logically it should be [THE WORLD] and then I shouldn't have any problems with Valentine and collecting a full corpse. If this is, of course, the original world in which a corpse is present.

After several hours of tense reflections, already being in a crib with a full stomach, I calmed down and realized that I was someone is in no hurry to bury it in the ground. Although my vision is still far from normal, but I am beginning to notice some points that hint that I am at least not the canon Diego. This is hinted at at least by the fact that I was born in a normal hospital, and not in some kind of shack. And the outlines of everything around does not look as ancient as it should be. I will not say that I am an expert on what happened in the 1870s, but everything around me feels much more modern and closer to the time in which I was before my rebirth.

And no matter how embarrassing it was to admit, my dignity suffered again, and because of weak, or rather not some kind of control over my body, I got my diapers dirty. Usually, children scream after this to attract attention. It will be a difficult few years. The crying of a child was heard in the ward.

Several days have passed since I appeared in this world. Not much has changed. I tried not to pay attention to the fact that I was being fed, attracted attention as needed and slept, slept a lot. The body was very weak and very tired, which made me sleep a lot.

And now the moment has come when my new mother is being discharged from the hospital. I understood why she seemed very familiar to me, she was very much like Diego's mother from the first world, unless, of course, she was the same woman.

They lifted me up and then hugged me and quietly went somewhere. I must say that now, when she changed into ordinary clothes on which the handle of a bag was hanging over her shoulder, and not a medical gown, she looked much better. Although it may be due to the fact that there was some kind of hairstyle on her head, and her face stopped showing pallor and in my blurry vision her face acquired at least some color other than white. And so we passed through the doors and a clear blue sky hit my eyes, and a light warm breeze passed over my skin, which caused an uncontrollable smile on my face. When my mother admired my reaction, she went somewhere forward. The way was not very long, and we got into a taxi, as I understand it, and for the next minute I didn't see anything but my mother's face.

And so the car in which we were traveling began to stop until it stopped completely. After giving the driver an amount of money that I did not understand and taking the bag, which she threw between her legs when getting into the car, she quietly walked to a high-rise building consisting of a huge number of floors. It was not very clear what happened after we entered the building, but I caught the moment when we entered the elevator. The elevator journey was not long, but not fast either, it felt like we had climbed twenty floors.

When the mother's heels stepped on the floor she needed, we walked a few steps before stopping in front of the door. In the corridor there was the sound of the keys turning in the lock. After opening the door, we went into a pleasant place, which had a pleasant temperature and the smell of fresh flowers. In the background, the sound of doors closing was heard. Having passed into a room that was not familiar to me at the moment, they carefully put me in a lullaby. Due to new impressions that led to fatigue, I almost immediately fell asleep as my head touched the soft bottom of the cradle.

***

After spending several months in the body of a child, you begin to appreciate those moments when you could normally go to the toilet, and indeed walk, you cannot express what you want due to the inability to speak. There are a lot of different flaws in being a child, but there are practically no good things. Except for the moment that you do not have any responsibility and you can sleep all day long.

But surprisingly, there are also positive aspects in general, and not in the fact that I am a child. My vision has practically become normal and has gained clarity, and my hearing has already become much better than at the beginning. My body had already matured normally, which allowed me to jerk my limbs weakly and turn my head normally.

Mom spends with me almost all the time, which is logical. She was always there when I woke up and until the moment when I fell asleep. She often fed me and tried to play with rattles with me, which I was not very attracted to, but for the sake of decency I tried to twitch somehow when they appeared in front of my face, often turned-on music and loved to read books to me by ear. It was clearly visible that she was not very experienced, but clearly tried to do her best for me. Because of gratitude to her, I tried to behave normally, not to wake her up at night and not to drive her back and forth trying to understand what hurts or what I need. This, of course, was the only thing I could do, somehow help my new mother.

Still, it's a little unaccustomed to call her mom, there is some embarrassment, I don't know exactly why, because I am not her son or because she is not my own moral mother. I haven't seen my father in all these months in the crib. So most likely he abandoned us or is dead, but I don't think his absence is so important, after all, I'm not an ordinary child who needs to be taught something show.

***

Several years have passed since my birth. It was a difficult time both for me and for my mother. And the time when my teeth began to be cut, it is desirable not at all when not to remember. I must say that the moment when I got to my feet and took my first step was very significant not only for my mother, who ran around me all day and wanted to arrange a holiday, but also for me. It was an incredible feeling of freedom when you can go wherever you want and when, of course, after I was allowed to walk and let me out of this cage, which some call a crib.

The first time after my legs were strong enough and I was able to walk, I examined almost the entire apartment. For me she seemed very huge, if, of course, compared with my height, then for me everything seemed huge. In fact, it turned out to be a three-room apartment with two bedrooms, one of which was a mother, consisting of a double bed, a TV and a bunch of other different things that usually occupy more of the room, like a wardrobe, an armchair in front of which there was a coffee table and several nightstands by beds.

The second bedroom was mine, well, except as a nursery it could not be called otherwise. She had wallpaper with ducklings, a small bed with teddy bears, next to which was my crib with a lattice, soft blue, which was brought here from my mother's bedroom when I grew up a little. Next to both of them was a large turquoise chair, from which I often heard my mother read books to me. On the opposite side was a wardrobe, which was practically empty so far, apart from a few pairs of my clothes. To the left of the cabinet was a table with a chair, which, like everyone else, was empty and only a few plush toys stood on it. On one side, next to the window, was a bookshelf full of children's books. Here and there were green plants.

Another room was the study, which I saw only a few times through the open door. It was a completely ordinary office, a bunch of different shelves with books, and in the middle, there was a table with a leather chair on which there was a working computer.

Almost in the center between them was a living room with a long couch and several armchairs that surrounded a large wooden table. In front of the sofa was a large TV set on a stand. On the right side of it was a large bedside table with a bunch of photographs that I could not properly see because of my height. There was also a toilet in the house, which I am still forbidden to go to, a room with a shower in which I splashed several times under the supervision of my mother. And there was a kitchen with a table for the whole family, which only the two of us entered.

***

The first word I wanted to say, of course, was "mom". When I said that, a happy smile appeared on her face, and tears of happiness came from her eyes. I must say that I was delighted to please this woman. For me it was certainly a trifle, but for her it was clearly a very important moment in her life. On that day, she walked around me with a camera trying to record my word on the camera, which I gave her of course and baked a big cake, which was in the refrigerator for several days.

All my birthdays were almost the same, only on the cake was the inscription "Happy Birthday!" and one candle was added. Like all the time before, we celebrated it together and with relatives from the mother and father, not when we did not come, which could sadden a normal child, but I fully understand that situations are different.

***

Most of the questions I had because of my full name or rather the middle name. Sometimes, when I broke or dirty something because I tried to do the usual things for myself, but my body could not cope with it, which made me often wounded, and this already led to my mother's anger, not because that she was upset about the broken plate, but because she was worried about me. At such moments, to escalate the seriousness of the moment, she said: "Diego Jonathan Brando" in such a tone that I wanted to lower my eyes to the floor and look into it until they tell me how reckless I am.

But most of all in that moment I was confused by the name "Jonathan". I did not really understand how the name of the first protagonist of the manga of the same name concerned me, while having the surname of his main enemy. And this made me confused even more, and I did not understand what moment in history I was in, or at least in what universe. Maybe I didn't touch this world at all, but ended up in a completely different world in a person with the same name.

But also, in those moments when my mother was happy for me, she called me by the affectionate name "Dio". Perhaps it was because of this that Diego from the sixth part acquired the same nickname, but the fact that this name meant much more to his mother. From the side it was clear that this is not an empty sound for her, but evokes a smile on her face associated with pleasant memories.

Okay, I think I'll figure it out with time, but now, due to a very active day, I have practically no strength left, it's better to sleep.

***

The end of the old is the beginning of the new. I think this suits my situation best. It has been four years since my death and rebirth in a new body. The first time, when I was a baby, were the hardest days of my new and most likely old life, but I think that overcoming problems makes us stronger.

While my mother was making a cake in the kitchen, I decided to spend time playing with toys in my room. I must say sometimes it's nice to just be an ordinary child, and not pretend to be him. Do what you want and the whole world seems knee-deep to you, everyone would like it.

I will not say that a lot of interesting things happen in the life of a child and there were not many moments that could be remembered.

- Dio. - A woman's voice called out from the kitchen.

- Now. - I heard my childish voice from the room.

Putting all the toys in their places, I calmly went to the kitchen. When I almost reached the kitchen, my eyes caught on a photo that was on the chest of drawers, around which there were a bunch of my and my mother's photos, it was not in a prominent place from my perspective. I really wanted to look at her.

I quickly returned to my room and grabbed a small highchair that allowed me to climb onto it. After dragging it and putting a little effort into it, I put it on the dresser. Climbing on it and standing on tiptoes, which allowed me to rise slightly above the chest of drawers.

Before my eyes there was a photograph of not the best quality. She had two people on her, one was my mother, she was five years younger than now, that is, a year before my birth, and next to her was a tall man, towering several heads above her. He had golden hair with eyes and wore a strange suit that was dominated by yellow. Dio, it was definitely him, but what is he doing in this photo.

- What are you stuck here for? I called you several ... - the woman began to speak, but immediately stopped when she saw what her son was doing.

- Mom, who is this man next to you? - I asked a very interesting question for me.

- Diego,- the woman said tenderly and went up to the child, who had already climbed down the improvised staircase and sat down on his knee in front of him. There was a gentle and soothing smile on her face. - this is your dad, Dio Brando, he died before you were born. He was not a good person, but he was not bad either, you can say that he was himself. - she gently stroked the child's hair, seeing that he was thinking about something, showing that everything is in order.

- Let's go to the kitchen. It's your birthday today, and I have prepared a very tasty and sweet cake for you. - the woman tried to distract him with his thoughts.

- Good. - the child said, thinking a little. - but just wait a couple of minutes.

The woman nodded. - but look at me, if you stay too long, then I will eat the whole cake. The woman tried to scare him.

This made the child very abruptly take the chair, which he brought here and quickly ran to his room.

Fuck. It was the only word that was spinning in my head. I am the son of Dio Brando. It was quite unexpected, but now it became clear that I was reborn in JoJo's first universe before the reboot. I don't know if this will bring me problems, I don't think that Jotaro knows about me or anyone else, and any of them will not try to kill me, they must be good guys, they will send Koichi to me to check and that's it. Could it bring me something good? Perhaps my stand will awaken, this in itself is a huge plus, who has not dreamed of it.

The biggest problem right now will be Pucci. If he can bring his plan to life, will I be whole, after all, I'm not here in a very legal way? And will I even exist after the second reboot.

So, what else happened after the third part? Josuke? I don't think I can leave home at ten. Giorno? Ha, big brother. For this it is definitely worth going to Italy and taking part in the events. Jolyne? I think these will already be the problems of the future me, but she is still cute and I want to help her.

And only now I realized that I must have a Joestar birthmark in the form of a star. Having put the chair with which I have been standing for several minutes, without moving to its rightful place. I ran to my mother's room, where the only mirror in the whole house was a growth mirror.

Opening the closet door in front of my face, oddly enough, turned out to be my face. Long golden hair reaching up to the shoulders, golden eyes shining from somewhere in the depths with a blue flame, a slightly puffy face due to baby fat, which will subside over time, and there are three moles in a row on the left ear. I don't know why it wasn't noticed by me before, but I, flying out a copy of Dio, only with a slightly different hairstyle, maybe I just didn't want to admit it?

Taking off my T-shirt and exposing my left shoulder while bending down a little, I saw a birthmark in the shape of a star on it. I must say that it looked quite stylish and cool, who would not want this star for themselves from those who know this universe.

Wait a minute. My middle name is Jonathan. Means this start to be somewhat of a JoJo.

- I've already sat down half of the cake. If you are, of course, interested. - not having time to think about how cool I am from the kitchen, the voice of a woman who has already eaten half of a large cake was heard.

- Wait for me! - putting on a T-shirt, I quickly ran to beat off the rest of the cake.

But when I came, I saw a woman with a reproachful look and a cake in which four candles were inserted. She lied. I didn't even touch it, but just wanted to hurry me up, it was understood by me. Outwitted like a child.

- Come on. Make a wish and let's eat the cake. She said with fervor in her voice.

The only thing I could do was sigh sadly and go and blow out a small amount of candles. The only wish I wanted to make was the wish for an incredible stand. With this desire I blew out the candles.