This is just Part 1 Dio, no Part 3 this time. In this story, it's dark themed and language that I detest will be used because this is the 1800s and it was probably used a lot.

But, yes, this story is influenced by the song, Rewrite The Stars from The Greatest Showman soundtrack. I will be listening to the song on repeat as I write this story.

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The summary of your early life is your family escaped to England from America, the Confederate States, while your mother was still pregnant with you. You were born in London the same year as Dio was born and your family was looked down upon the rich members of society, except for the Joestar family. The Joestar family took your family in, and in return, all of you had to maid and butler in the mansion. Your family was taken in like you guys were related to them.

Then, Dio Brando is adopted by George Joestar I and he starts to ruin your childhood friend, Jonathan Joestar's quiet life.

This is your story.

First POV

Everything was fine until Dio came along. I mean...Dio is handsome, yes, but...it's a bit complicated. I'm...b-black and he's white...I hate saying that especially in front of the family during their dinners.

My job today is simple, and it's only simple once a month. I have to wake up, take a bath in the nice and relaxing warm water, get dressed into my short maid's outfit with comfortable size fitting black flats, clean the bathrooms and bedrooms, serve the family dinner, tend to Dio's bathtime, and maybe, just maybe, go straight to bed.

I've done most of that list. Right now, I'm just about ready to get their plates and serve them. Mom's cooking their dinner and I can say that she is amazing at cooking. She told me that back in America, she had to cook for the plantation owner after he had rapidly beaten his old cook for almost ruining his kitchen. But it turned out that the owner's 16 year old son had messed with the food when the cook had his back turned towards the stove. When she cooked, she was treated a bit more fairly because they both said it was fantastic and that they would love to see her as head chef. But, the next day, she got moved to a different plantation where she met Dad and the mean owner that almost made Dad whip Mom to death. Sometimes, I still see their whip marks on their backs but I always see Mom's whip marks on the back of her legs.

Timothy, the head of the kitchens, taste tests the food each time to see that she isn't poisoning the food, which I know Mom won't. He nods his head and Mom starts to dish out the food onto three silver platters, putting them on the tray in front of me. Tim, that's what everyone calls him anyways, stands behind me as I grab the plates and try not to look him in the eyes.

His eyes can stare into your soul and you can feel the words scream into your ears...I heard him call my dad the N word and the whip in his hand smack his face, but Tim only does that outside and in private. Mom's had her fair share of the whip but he never used it on me. Tim's a cruel man that sounds like he was from America and in the states where slavery was legal. He has that same Southern accent that my parents have so he must have been a slave owner, which worries me greatly. His blonde hair is always combed back and his face is clean shaven every Sunday. I know it because I'm the one that does the shaving. Each time I make a mistake, he makes me do it all over again or he plants my face in toilet water for a minute, one time it was several minutes and I felt like he was about to kill me but, thanks to Dio, he stopped and quickly cleaned my face. George hates having his Butler's and maids, especially us, being punished like slaves. Tim still does it behind his back and everyone is afraid to tell on him because they fear being killed or buried alive, which I'm fearful of that too.

I go out of the room carefully and start to walk to the dining room when I feel something creep up under my skirt, which I know is probably his hand. I can feel my spine shiver as I feel his hand go up my waist. I try not to close my eyes and scream but I do grit my teeth, wishing that he could stop but he still thinks he can "own" me...he doesn't.

I face the brown wooden double doors in front of me with glass doorknobs that curve up at the end. I breathe shakily when his face creeps up to my neck and plants a kiss on my collarbone. I clench one of the plates and close my eyes tightly, wanting to just go in. All of a sudden, I gasp loudly and almost jump up but instead my eyes open wide and from the corner of my eye, I can see his malevolent smirk as I feel his hand go under my panties. His fingertips touch the place where he shouldn't touch as he whispers into my ear with a growl included.

"You're 17 now, [Y/N]. You've done this ever since you were 4 and you haven't messed up yet. But if you do, that pretty little thing in between your legs won't be all that independent anymore. Do your job right...n___."

(I hate this word so much that I'm basically censoring it)

I start to feel tears go down my face but he slowly wipes them away with his thumb. I whimper when he kisses my cheek, pulling his hand away. I sniffle before he opens the door and I put on my normal look, which is somewhat confident. Jonathan and Dio were probably having a conversation with their father because as soon as the door opened, they turned back down to the empty spot where the plates will be.

I go over to the table and slowly put their plates in front of them. Jonathan and George say thank you to me and before I can give my plate to Dio, Tim, on purpose, tripped me and I fell forward with Dio's plate clashing to the floor and his food spills on the carpet. I look up at Dio with a fearful look but all he does is goes out of his seat, helps me up, and sits back in his seat. George asks Tim to get another plate for Dio and Tim goes away after nodding his head.

I quickly crouch down to pick everything up and I rush out of the room and to the kitchen where I toss the food in the trash and put the plate in the sink. I rush over to my bedroom, which is just a cot and a tiny crouched up place where my uniform is always at, letting go of my emotions, one by one. I sobbed. I screamed. I sighed. I felt vulnerable. He did it on purpose...he did it so he could have me...so he could take away my innocence...so he can finally have someway to punish me more than just toilet water.

When it comes time for Dio's bath, I go over to the bathroom with my hair tied up in a bun and my face covered in makeup, trying to hide my puffy eyes from all the crying I did earlier. I grab his pjs that I folded yesterday from the cabinet beside the sink and put them on the endtable beside his bathtub. I start the bath and put my hand under the water, adjusting the temperature until it gets to a comfortable one for him.

Dio comes into the room (he wears the outfit that's basically the outfit in all four images), goes over to the bathtub, and starts to strip off his clothes slowly. I stand up and clean my hand with a towel then help him take off his clothes. Once he's naked, I blush slightly and put his clothes in the basket beside the door. He goes into the bath when I'm not looking and leans back, relaxing in the warm water. He puts his arms on the sides of the bath and closes his eyes, a small sigh escaping his lips.

I go over to him and crouch down, starting to wet his hair by cupping the water into my hands and letting it fall slowly in his golden, blonde locks. I can hear him hum slightly in reaction to what I'm doing then before I can grab his shampoo, he grips my hand gently and opens his eyes, his beautiful ruby red eyes, to look straight into my [Y/E/C] eyes.

"Get undressed."
This makes me look at him wide eyed and I start to stutter.
"W-What?"
"Get in the bath."
"But I just took one this morning-"
"Just do it."
I slowly nod my head and stand up, starting to take off my own clothes.

I love him, I really do...but I'm also self conscious. We're different races, different kinds of class...I can only imagine him kiss me and holding me tight, but that can never happen...he's suppose to marry a white woman...I'm suppose to marry whoever I'm sent off to...maybe marry a black man. We're worlds apart, that can never combine together because then life itself falls apart.

You know I want you
It's not a secret I try to hide
But I can't have you
We're bound to break and my hands are tied

I finish getting off my clothes and just let them go on the floor. He looks up at my face, his look hasn't changed, but he is sitting up in the bath now. I put one foot in the bath, and then my other and slowly sit down, looking at him with a slight frown.

"Now you can continue, [Y/N]."
"Yes, sir."
I reply quickly, grabbing his shampoo again.

I put some in my hand and slowly put my hands in his hair, massaging his scalp which he hums loudly at, his eyes closed. After I finish washing his hair, I clean my hands off and I feel a hand go on my cheek. I look up to see Dio giving me a frown as he caresses my cheek.

"I know what he did. I won't let him get to you. I caught him whipping some innocent maid in the backyard from my bedroom window. I've been catching him doing things that's been illegal since years ago and even Jonathan and his father know."
"Then why haven't you taken him to jail?"
I whisper to him, putting my hands on my kneecaps. He sighs and kisses my forehead.
"Because they still don't believe me when I explain what he's done. They have to see it with their own eyes. What happened an hour ago, they believed me. All of us saw him put his foot forward to trip you. He's being punished severely as we talk right now."
"He told me that he was going to...to..."
"I won't let him do anything else to you. You're very precious and gorgeous and you don't deserve to be treated like you do. When I first saw you, I just want to be with you. You gave me a smile that ruined all of my plans I had that day. I can't get you off my mind, [Y/N]."
"But we can't be together, Dio. I also can't get you off my mind but-"
"Then let's show them that they're wrong. That two different races and classes can be happy together. You and I taking on the world together."
"Dio-"

Before I can say anything else, his lips press to mine and I can feel my heart beat rapidly, my eyes starting to close. We start to kiss each other, our hands touching each other's cheeks, my hand touching his wet hair and his hand taking off my hairtie. I can feel him pull me close to his chest and his kiss getting deeper while mine stays the same. He pulls out of the kiss to hug me tightly and to have his face nuzzled into my soft [Y/H/C] hair. He smells the tangerine scent it gives off, which makes me blush but I soon pull away and grow scared, looking into his eyes.

"We can't. We really can't, Dio. It's not right."
"I know you want me like I want you, [Y/N]. It's clearly seen. I know we can do this. You just have to trust me. Please..."
He holds my hands gently, rubbing my knuckles with his thumbs.
"Don't doubt yourself. It's up to us to decide not them."
"But it is...they'll put you in prison...they'll-"
"They will not. If they do, I'll break out. They can go fuck themselves."
He grips my hands and kisses them, sighing gently.
"I was meant to find you...and I did. You're here with me now and nothing can change that."
"The police-"
"Fuck the police. Just...shut the hell up."

He presses his lips to mine again, holding me tight in his arms. I kiss him back again and for the rest of the bath, we wash each other's bodies and he cuddles with me until the water starts to turn cold. He lets the bath drain all the water out and gets up along with me to dry off and put on his pjs.

He tells me to wait in the bathroom as he goes out. In a moment, he comes back with another pair of pjs and puts them on me and carries me to his bedroom, lying me down on his fancy double bed with all these white cotton duvets covering the blue sheet that covers the mattress.

That night, it was so comfortable being in his arms that I fell asleep with my head on his chest. In a dream I had, Dio and I got married and had four kids (Yes you had Giorno), we lived happily in Italy due to our son being the boss of the Italian Mafia, and it ended with Dio telling me that we showed the world that a white man and a black woman can live happily together and that no one judged us, especially now that we're both upperclassmen.

But...I wish that were true in real life...but we'll never know until we make it happen.

How do we rewrite the stars?
Say you were made to be mine?
Nothing can keep us apart
'Cause you are the one I was meant to find
It's up to you
And it's up to me
No one can say what we get to be
And why don't we rewrite the stars?
Changing the world to be ours

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When I reread this story, I cried because of the thought I had before I made it to this. I changed it for the best but it still makes me cry sometimes.

But yes, that dream actually does come true soooo Giorno and his gang are your special babies.

2,600 words.