By the time they sat down somewhere to eat, they were in an Italian restaurant. They were seated by what seemed like a teenage kid. Looks like he takes pride in his work. Dio sat down with the rest of the kids and stands and just merely thought to himself and what The World told him.

We share the same mind, so I already know what you're going to say.

He kept on letting that line repeat in his head, thinking it thoroughly. If he knew what he was going to say then-

"Excuse me, Mister? Would you care for some white wine?"

The teenage boy looked at Dio with a cup of white wine in hand already. Dio looks at him, looking puzzled.

"I..didn't order anything?"

"Yes but this place works in a different manner. You don't order anything, we already know what you desire by the time you come through those doors. Take the white wine. It'll do you good."

The boy puts the white wine down on the table and walks away. As Dio stares at the wine. He sighs, knowing that he prefers red over anything else, but might as well. White wine won't kill him now. He took a sip of it and raised an eyebrow. He didn't know it would taste so...good. He continued to drink it until it was empty. He put the glass down. He continued to think to himself. Yet, now his thought process..was clear. It's like his mind was clouded before. But he understood, the whole situation and why World won't give him a shred of respect.

He believes that I just need him for his power, and he developed feelings for me in the process, the only question is do I feel the same way?

He thought to himself while he watching over the kids, watching them eat whatever the boy brought over for them. Thankfully, Dio brought his wallet or they would've been screwed doing dish duty. Or, well..at least him. He glances at the World, knowing that words can't express his own feelings. As if words matter anyway, if he knows what he is feeling right now then he doesn't need words. He looks at The World, putting a hand over his. The World was interrupted with that touch. He looks at Dio, ready to tell him off. Yet, when he looked into Dio's eyes. He didn't see harsh eyes, he didn't see those cold steel eyes. For once, they seem...soft. They seem caring. It caught The World off guard as it is, looking at Dio. Dio knew what he had to do, he had to answer that simple question. And does he? After all, he never really held love for anyone else aside from himself and his mother. But..what about Johnathan? Surely he held some love for him. Something for the man who always forgave him to the bitter end, granted Dio's plans were trying to bring the Joestar down and gain it all but, surely he held some love for him, well..maybe love is a stretch of a word but maybe some respect? At least respect for the man.

Dio was just simply staring into his own stand as The World gazed into his. It's like those two are the only people. Nobody else to ruin the moment, and The World understood exactly the thought process of his. The World always understood the plan of his. But this time, this time, he didn't really know what was going on inside his mind. What his intentions are. What he wanted from his life, or even between them.

Dio looks at him, saying only two words.

"I'm Sorry."

The World stayed quiet, listening to him.

"..World, no matter how many times I say it. I know you won't forgive me. I know it won't excuse my actions but..I'm asking you for a second chance. I don't ask often. But..I believe..I..understand now."

The World smiles, looking at him.

"..Mu..Muda muda muda?" (Translation:..So..what's the answer?)

"..I..never truly seen anyone as a romantic way. But I'm willing to give it a shot."

The World smiles, as he holds his hand gently, kissing him softly without a second thought. It did catch Dio off guard. He didn't know either to return the kiss or not, but sure enough he did. He returned it with everything he had. The teenage boy walks up to the table, placing the bill down, looking at Dio.

"Romantic, isn't it? Hope to see you again Mister"

Now that line alone caught Dio off guard. He saw the stand? That explains why he said the things he said. He wonders what kind of stand it is but ah, whatever. He placed the money down and started to walk out of the restaurant with the kids and their stands, as Dio and The World walked hand in hand. He walked Josuke, Okuyasu and Koichi back to Josuke's house. Dio looks at them, smiling a bit.

"Well..you kids better behave yourselves okay?"

Josuke looks at him, tilting his head

"Where are you going mister?"

"...I have to go on business but you three are something, giving a man like me some small memories."

Okuyasu ran up to Dio, grabbing his pant leg, looking at him

"Are you coming back?"

"..That I'm unsure of. If I do, I'll come to visit you three. That's a promise"

Koichi looks at him, having a disposable camera in hand.

"Can we take a picture? So that we can remember you?"

Dio sighs and chuckles, looking at them and their stands plus his own.

"Sure."

He went down to their level and gotten in together as much as they could, taking the picture. Dio gotten back up, looking at the three. Smiling fully for once, looking at The World, then back at the kids.

"Hold me to the promise I made, I'll hold you three to the promise that you'll never forget me."

Josuke and the others nodded their head, smiling.

"Bye Mister! Wait whats your name? We never gotten it."

"...Dio. Dio Brando."

"Bye bye Dio!"

Dio waves bye to them as he walks away with The World, hand in hand with him. Not knowing it's the last time he saw those kids, but Josuke will have one hell of a story to tell his nephew that he befriended his enemy when he was a little kid.

That's a bizarre story isn't it?