Bring It On!

Chapter 37

"What the hell did you just call (Y/n)?!", Polnareff demanded, the "Butler" ignored Polnareff's hunting in favor of introducing himself, "You may call me D'Arby". "D'Arby huh?", Jotaro observed as you all carefully observed this "D'Arby", "Yes I am the younger D'Arby, it might interest you to know that the D'Arby you defeated upon your arrival was my older brother", he revealed causing you all to make noises of surprise.

"So there isn't just one in the D'Arby family!", Polnareff shouts.

"So I take it that you're here to avenge your brother's defeat", Avdol interrogates.

This D'Arby only smiled as he moved aside, "No, not at all, such a thing is beneath me, I would've assumed that my brother would share his motto with you "Its the deceived, not the deceiver that holds the blame", I too live by this adage, mu brother lost so he's the wrongdoer, I harbor no ill will toward any of you, mu brother is my brother and I am me, twp different individuals", he smiles as he began to explain. "You see my brother and I were born 10 years apart, while I did look up to him to a certain extent he and I are of different generations, my brother tried to win via old fashioned deception but this method is useful for those outdated and experienced, Master DIO realized this sad truth as well which is why he kept me by his side as his personal Butler, hm? Forgive me is something the matter?", he asked as you all were taken aback by how, dismissive, he regarded his brother.

"You and the others talk too much doll boy", a very cold and awfully familiar voice spoke, you shivered knowing who the newcomer was, very personally.

The young D'Arby merely smiled as he floated aside and revealed the wicked hag, the familiar four clawed diagonal scars covered the majority of her face, and she now dawned an eyepatch, she still wore her white lab coat, along with her old attire that consisted of ; gray -almost black- slacks, with heeled boots and a white button-up shirt. Strands of graying hair fell from her uptight bun as he let her hands remain behind her as she coldly regarded everyone until her remaining steel eye landed on you, she curtly nods at you as she spoke.

"Subject Pillar 09, it's wonderful to see you again, I heard the news of you awakening your ancient blood, congratulations, you exceeded my expectations as per usual number 9", she hums.

You glared at her, a growl leaving your chest, "(Y/n)! That's the doctor!?", Polnareff gaped at the older woman who ignored him in favor of keeping her eyes on you, but she spoke to them without taking her eyes off you.

"If you gentlemen are curious as to why subject 9 is referred to as Lord DIO's bride, he doesn't mean it in a sense that she'll live", she began, shocking the men in your group.

"That's enough doctor!", the young D'Arby scowls.

"Shut it doll boy, your senior speaks", she huffs before straitening her posture, "Subject 9 shares alarmingly similar features with a relative Lord DIO knew during his mortal life, he plans on me resurrecting her by sacrificing subject 9, what is that saying again? A life for a life? No matter, come number 9, we have much work to do", she says, she was alarmingly casual about it as you stood there speechless.

"There is no way in hell (Y/n) is going with you", Jotaro scowls.

"You'd have to go through us first", Kakyoin glares as the doctor rose a brow at the men before sighing.

"Who says I have to go through you to get subject 9?", she questions making you all back up before you felt a sudden sharp pain pierce through your right leg, you gasped as you stumbled to the side trying to catch your balance.

Looking down you saw needles, needles mimicking the size of large knitting needles embedded into your leg, your scream was stuck in your throat as the others called out to you. "FUCKEN SHIT! AHHA HA! FUCK!", you curse as you yank out one of the needles.