A sharp yell was made as the two opponents clashed at one another, both blocking their opponent’s attack while attempting to counter it, their breathing remaining focused and steady despite the situation. Careful, light steps to dodge and maneuver around them to strike, some would land their target and others would miss.
The movements and sly tricks were all things that Speedwagon had learned and mastered in his life as a thug, and while his wife may have been against teaching their daughter such things, he wanted to ensure her safety. He wanted to make sure she could defend herself if the situation arises. He didn’t want to take chances.
[Name] was his pride and joy, something he didn’t believe he would have in his earlier years. He wanted her to thrive with all opportunities unlike he did, he wanted her to have the life he never had, and he was never disappointed in her.
“Okay, that’s enough for now, [Name]. You’re getting very good at it.” He smiled, his tied back hair slipping out slightly but that mattered little to him. [Name] smiled up at her father, a smile that was so much like her mother’s. Many had commented how she was almost the mirror image of her mother when she was young, and he couldn’t agree more. She may have looked like her mother but the determination and strive she had was clearly from her father, which he encouraged at every chance.
The locket around his neck, often tucked and hidden behind his tie and shirt, held the photograph of them days after [Name] was born. Her sleeping in his arms while her mother smiled, sitting beside them. No matter how the years passed, he never forgot that day. Nor could he ever see her as anything but his baby girl. No matter how she grew.
“Damnit, Caesar! Will you quit messing with me?!”
“Oh yeah?! You’re the one who was in the way!”
“Will you both shut up?!” His words exactly. Joseph and Caesar were combustible while she was the neutral ground that kept them from going over the rails and nearly killing one another. A fine young lady, young but mature, and yet has enough freedom to enjoy her youth with her cousin, Joseph. The two were almost like siblings, always there for one another, ready to drop everything if something is wrong. It, in a way, reminded Speedwagon of how he and Jonathan once were.
Joestar, Speedwagon and Zeppeli. A bond that seemed to be passed down even to their descendants. Something that brought a smile to his face as the three teenagers wrestled one another on the floor. After they finally broke apart and settled down, Speedwagon smiled at his daughter. So many years seemed to pass by like a soft breeze.
“[Name], I want to speak with you alone, please.” he spoke suddenly, breaking the silence and drawing her attention. Slightly confused, she nodded and followed him into the other room.
“What’s the matter, dad?” She asked when she shut the door behind her and looked at him. Speedwagon stood there, the smile still on his lips.
“I wanted to give you something. Something I believe you deserve to have.” Slowly, he grabbed something from the side. A sledgehammer. The very same sledgehammer he used decades ago against the undead created by Dio, the same one that has kept him alive for times before that. He believed it had brought him luck. He carefully handed it to her. “I want you to have it.”
[Name] examined it closely, eyes slightly wide in awe at it, as he had told her about it and she had always loved it. “B-But this is your sledgehammer.” Finally breaking contact with the sledgehammer, she looked up at her father.
He simply smiled at her, “I know. And I want you to have it. I want you to be safe against these creatures, and I know that will protect you.” Carefully setting it aside, [Name] went over and hugged him, smiling.
“Thank you, dad. I’ll treasure it.” He returned the hug without a second thought.
Old sticom au. Old Jonathan sharing a couch with old Dio. Falls asleep and nearly crushes old Dio. Oldwagon walks in and sits down. Slowly sips his tea while old Dio struggles to wake up Old Jonathan.
