You're My Mudad //boogie woogie woogie-

"Enya, the child has been silent ever since the first day, and it bothers me somehow. What's wrong with him?"

"He probably still needs time to adjust is all Lord Dio. It has only been a week, after all."

"Everyday I try to talk to him, sometimes trying get him to come out of his room, but he simply defies me! He's been stuck in there for a week, Enya, A WEEK!"

Indeed, it had been a week since Haruno stayed with Dio. Haruno still did not completely understand what's going on, but all he knows that he's been captured by some weird and oddly dressed vampire named Dio in a mansion that seems to never see sunlight, surrounded by other weird people who seem to serve Dio. 

He never once dared to step outside of his room. No, not yet. He just wanted to make sure first. He had been using Golden Experience to send out little critters to explore the mansion for him.

Haruno wasn't sure what he was so cautious abaout. He has been shown nothing but kindness to. For once in his life, he's well cared for, eating proper food, dressed in nice clothes... but he still can't shake the slight uncomfortable feeling he had. This was nothing young Haru experienced before, all of it. Why was he brought here?  Why were they all being nice to him? He was practically the lowest scum of the earth as he originally believed to be, if not for the mafia man. Who is Dio?  

More importantly, why did he call himself his "padre"?
Haruno knew he had a real padre, he saw him in a photo once. But it was definitely not him.
Actually, not that he could confirm, to be honest. The photo only showed the back of his padre, along with the only thing he left Haruno with, a star-shaped birthmark. He pulled it out of his pocket. He had been keeping it, in hopes that one day he could find him and perhaps live a better life. Was this technically it...?

The 7-year-old, head dizzy from thinking, made a small t-pose, proceeding to flop back-down onto his bed. He then rolled around, feeling the softness of the bed as his face pressed against the sheets. It was much better than that cramped crib back at home. 

Then, the door creaked open.

"Giorno?"

It was Dio.
Haruno sat up instinctively, looking at him.

"I have come to bring you dinner."

That was odd. It was usually one of Dio's followers sent to bring him food.

Haruno shifted himself off the bed, stumbling a bit before making his way to the mini table and froggy chair set at the side of the room.

"Careful, it's a little hot. But you should be able to take it." he said as Haruno brought a spoonful of warm kushari to his mouth.

Haruno's eyes lit up a bit. This was something different he had never tried before, and he quite liked it.
Dio, upon witnessing the child's reaction gave a smirk and a hum of approval.

Dio continued gazing at the sight of his son consuming his meal for a couple minutes. He had not seen someone eat let alone he himself eat in a long time. But something about seeing Haruno eat made him feel more intrigued.
Dio's eyes shifted to the rest of the room.  What was there for Haruno to do that he could be so content up here, never stepping foot out of his room? He, DIO, simply did not find it acceptable.

Then Dio spotted the photo lying on Haruno's bed. He walked over to take a look.

"Oh? Giorno, where did you find this picture of me?"

"...that is you?"

Aha! Dio had successfully made him speak. Of course, it was as he expected of himself to.

"Of course! Do you not see the resemblance?"

"but padre doesn't dress weird. and padre has a special shape on his neck, like me. do you?"

The first statement somehow shot through the prideful heart of Dio. ("Darn Joestar genes..") However, he stayed calm.

"Well, I do. Take a look, little Giorno."

"you...!"

"So do you believe that I'm your padre now, Giorno?"

"it's not a tattoo right."

"No, it is not."

"did you draw it on yourself? it looks weird"

"No...And you have the same one too, what are you talking about?!"

"how did you know I have it too ತ_ʖತ"

"Because YOU TOLD ME-"

Haruno started to giggle lightly at the sight of Dio losing his marbles.

Had Haruno tried to annoy him on purpose..?
No matter, Dio was glad he managed to have some sort of conversation with the child anyway.

"You are a tricky one, aren't you." Dio said, patting the boy's head. "However, you do have quite the guts. I, DIO, will give you that. Wryy!"

"?...weeee.."

Dio died.