DIO my friend, you are...very strange

`` = quotation marks (only used during speech)

Enrico was laying on his side, facing Dio. He didn't know what possessed him to ask DIO if he'd like to come over but he did. And ever since their chance encounter a few days ago, the experience has been...strange.

DIO whether intentionally or nor is a very sexual person. He's always making innuendoes or just straight-up propositioning for sex. Maybe, he may still be making innuendoes. Enrico hasn't figured out yet.

Either way, he wasn't really bothered. DIO may be a little sexual but he was quite knowledgable.

Apparently, from what he said, the entity that had been following around him was called a Stand, the manifestation of the soul. DIO told him that he should give it a name befitting it. And that he should do so whenever he was ready.

However, right now DIO had told him to attack him.

Enrico was puzzled, he could understand everything DIO had said up till now, but this was not something he could understand.

DIO told him that it was to get a grasp on his stand and its power.

Seeing as DIO wouldn't back down Enrico saw no other choice but to follow along.

Before he even realised DIO had already summoned his Stand and threw a punch.

A tall, yellow, muscular humanoid Stand. It wore a slanted headpiece covering its face to the end of its nose, leaving the face of an inverted triangle visible to the front.

It wears small, simple twin diving cylinders on its back, connecting via short, twin-ridged cables to the rear of its mask. The back of both its hands bears the shape of a simple clock face. Its chin, the base of its abdomen, its crotch and its knees are topped by heart shapes. Plates on its shins, its footwear bears curved, sharply-pointed toes.

Enrico's eyes widened at the sheer speed at which the attack came. His Stand was just barely keeping the attack back from his face. He could feel the strength in his own hands. If his Stand was any slower he would have surely been hit.

"And here I thought you were my friend Dio, I would have never guessed that you'd try and kill me. I mean you could have at least told me." He said half-jokingly.

A slight smile crept up on DIO's face. Enrico could tell he was enjoying it. He might not even be going all out for what he knew, DIO could be even stronger than this.

"Kill you? Please this is nothing more than sparing. I have to make sure that my best friend is in top form." DIO responded.

Enrico was shocked for a second. His concentration faltered. His Stand's grip loosened slightly. If it wasn't for DIO purposely holding back and stopping his Stand before it hit him. Enrico's face would have become completely unrecognisable.

DIO obviously picked up on it. However, he did not bring it up with Enrico. Even though Enrico seemed to be more concerned about the fact that he called him his best friend and not that he was about to get punched.

Personally, DIO didn't see what was so shocking about what he said. From his perspective, he was simply telling the truth. Enrico was the only person in his life that he could reasonably call his friend and since he was his only friend that would make him his best friend.

Of course for his heaven plan to be fulfilled he needed to make sure that that claim was true.

As the days went on and DIO trained Enrico. He also began to test him. He needed to know if he would be willing to help with attaining heaven.

It was small stuff. Innocent stuff. The smallest of challenges to test if he was the right person.

He brought over a woman to his room and after a while left them together. Enrico didn't do anything with her. Again and again, he brought increasingly more beautiful women over. And Enrico did nothing, he didn't even complain. He would just spend all of his time either reading, studying or training with his Stand.

He next tried to tempt him with money. Not directly though. Larger and larger sums of money were offered to him for increasingly good deeds. Yet he refused them all. When asked why all he said was that he had enough. He didn't need anymore and even if he did accept what would he do with it all?

All this happened over multiple weeks.

DIO's interest in Enrico would grow as he stayed with Enrico. More so in what Enrico would do when stressed. He would start to count prime numbers. DIO didn't find this in and of itself strange, but the fact that Enrico himself didn't seem to realise that he was doing it.

When DIO almost punched him he was doing it. When he was studying. When he brought over women. DIO didn't know why but he felt like it was important. That it was familiar, but he just couldn't figure out why.

One day when they were alone and DIO was building a model kit ship, Enrico asked DIO a question.

"Hey, Dio, just out of curiosity. Out of all the Stands you've seen, which one was the weakest?" He started before getting into a more comfortable position. "It can be one that you encountered while travelling around the world, or one that was recently created."

DIO paused for a second, looking away from his ship and to the young Pucci. "Which one? No matter who you are you have your strengths and weakness. All based on your character. A king has his own strengths. A chef has his unique ones as well. That's what it means to live. Stands are the same in that regard. They don't have the concept of `weak` or `strong`."

Enrico sat stunned for a second before chuckling lightly. "I see, I see. It seems that I phrased it badly. Think of it like children, arguing over which comic book superhero can beat another. Or `who's stronger Stallone or Van Damme?` Yes, let's talk on that level."

DIO thought on it a second, still looking at Pucci, before responding. "Well then, the Stand I named Survivor is the weakest. It is however quite the handful."

"Survivor aye? Sounds like a strong Stand." He responded, his interest in the Stand audibly growing.

"It was in 1982. In France's Lorraine region, a group of six went hiking, went missing, and then was found dead.

The investigation team stated that the six broke out into a fight in the mountains. That they, quite literally, fought each other to the death.

Men and women alike applied such intense force into their muscles that their bones broke. There was even a tooth that had been so forcefully knocked out that it split a rock and wedged itself into it. That, my friend, was how brutal it was.

Even the supposed victor of that little scrap was unable to descend the mountain due to his injuries.

What I learned later, was that the six had stayed in a lodge the night before they died. They had quarrelled with the lodge owner. One of the women had insulted the man for having bad body odour."

"And this lodge owner was a Stand User?" Enrico questioned.

"Precisely. But just what did the owner do to them? And why did they fight to their deaths? That is the question. And the answer to that question is...he didn't do anything. He didn't do anything to them, but there was a slight anger that surged in his mind.

And that slight anger converted into a small electric signal that travelled down his nervous system, and flowed into the ground.

That's the Stand, Survivor.

The electric current followed the ground's surface all the way to the six hikers. The ground and the hiker's shoes had to be wet, to let the electricity travel easily.

The electric current that sends signals to the brain is very small. About 0.07 volts. The stand dwells in that slight pulse of energy. Survivor's attack is completely unnoticed and it doesn't cause any harm. It does injure humans, nor can it manipulate them.

It cannot inflict pain or put someone to sleep. The stand can do none of these things. It simply awakens its victim's anger.

It stimulates the limbic system of the brain ever so slightly, awakening its fighting spirit.

Just because one woman ridiculed the lodge owner's body odour, all six were made to fight to their deaths." DIO said. The look on Enrico's face already told him of what he was thinking about.

"Interesting, earlier you said that it was quite the handful."

"A useless Stand is what it is." DIO stated. "It can't tell friend from foe. If all your subordinates started fighting each other, your organisation would collapse."

Enrico stared at DIO for a second. His mind had long since formulated ways to use it. "Could you, give it to me? That ability? If you don't plan on using it that is. I'll just take the Stand."

"Extract the ability only and store it on a disc you say?" DIO paused as he thought about it. "That may be a good idea. `To each their own`. It may just prove useful one of these days."