I Want to Be Hewitt's Dad

"No, Dawn, I mean let him live. The boss might find him useful."

Dio spoke slowly as he descended the stairs.

Dawn touched his nose, sheathed his sword, and stepped forward to check Hewitt's breathing.

"Enemies might feign death by holding their breath, Dawn. This is combat wisdom you need to learn."

Dio lectured him carefully. He kicked Hewitt, and seeing no reaction, immediately bent down and pressed his ear to the man's chest.

Just in case, Dio placed a finger on Hewitt's temple. If the man made any move, he would execute him on the spot.

"Hmm... there's still a faint heartbeat. Looks like he's not quite dead yet."

Dio turned to face the load-bearing beam, took a deep breath, and summoned his Stand, The World.

"Muda! Muda! Muda! Muda!"

The World unleashed a barrage of punches, pulled out a steel bar, and kneaded it like noodles, then firmly bound Hewitt.

"Dawn, if he wakes up and uses Ripple on me, it won't be good. So, you carry him."

Dio grabbed Hewitt like a chick and placed him on Dawn's shoulder.

Seeing this, Dawn immediately summoned the ultimate worker—Diavolo.

"King Crimson..."

Diavolo weakly summoned his Stand and lifted the unconscious Hewitt.

Having to do manual labor after a fight.

What a mess.

At this moment, Diavolo deeply understood why his subordinates had rebelled. Working was never as comfortable as being the boss.

The two men and one Stand carried Hewitt and quickly ran towards the outskirts of the city. At this time, all the vampires were distracted by the Notorious Big, and no one paid them any attention.

If things went as expected, after this night, no one would want to stay in the City of Night.

The rampaging crimson monsters had turned this place into their backyard. After finding resistance futile, the vampires would likely abandon it.

Leaving the city, Dawn and Dio quickly disappeared into the jungle, heading rapidly towards their pre-arranged meeting point.

Before long, they saw the figure of Cloud Dragon hovering in the air, and successfully found Darby and Joestar.

"Joestar, my dear friend, how unpredictable life is. Now we've both become vampires."

Dio enthusiastically stepped forward and hugged Joestar. He squeezed tightly, and Joestar's mouth twitched in pain as his ribs let out a few "crack" sounds.

"Dio, my ribs are broken."

Joestar vigorously patted Dio's broad back, the sound dull and solid, like patting old leather.

"Sorry, old friend, I was just too worried about you."

Dio laughed wildly. For some reason, Dawn felt that smile was a bit creepy.

After the two sides exchanged pleasantries, they didn't wait long. The Steel Ball Run emerged from the ground, and the fat man jumped out.

"You scared me to death! I encountered a very terrifying enemy in the sewers of the City of Night and almost didn't make it back."

Dawn leaned forward, offered him a cigarette, and asked curiously, "What enemy? Wasn't it just Hewitt?"

He said, pointing to Hewitt lying on the ground.

Weasel patted his chest, still shaken, and took the cigarette, saying with lingering fear, "I was returning to the sewers according to the original plan when I encountered a crimson monster preying on vampires. I barely escaped."

Dawn didn't know how to respond and just patted Weasel's shoulder.

"You're really lucky."

Everyone got on the Steel Ball Run and headed towards the cave where the camp was located.

The Ghost Train moved very fast, without any bumps, and smoothly passed through without any obstacles, making Dawn somewhat suspicious.

"In the vast City of Night, what were the other Stand users doing? Why didn't anyone try to stop us?"

Three hours passed in the blink of an eye.

Woo~ woo~ woo~

The Steel Ball Run slowly stopped. Dawn jumped off the vehicle, with King Crimson carrying Hewitt closely behind.

The camp had arrived.

"Dawn, bring Hewitt with you. We're going to see the boss."

Dio's tone was relaxed. This mission had been dangerous, but thanks to Dawn's Stand, they had eliminated a large number of vampires.

The two walked to the front of the stone house. Dawn and Dio exchanged glances; they could both hear footsteps pacing inside.

Dio went up and knocked on the door.

Knock knock~

Rohan Kishibe seemed to have been waiting behind the door. Hearing the knock, he immediately pulled open the wooden door.

"I'm relieved to see you all safe."

Rohan Kishibe moved aside, inviting the two inside.

"Please, have some tea."

Rohan Kishibe poured two cups of hot tea before opening his mouth to ask about the mission results.

"It went smoothly. Thanks to Dawn's Stand, we were able to rescue Joestar and take down Night City along the way."

Dawn smiled humbly and took a sip of his tea.

"Not only that, but we also brought back the time thief Hewitt. He's locked up in the dungeon right now."

Upon hearing this, Rohan Kishibe's eyes lit up, and he stood up abruptly.

"Hurry and take me there!"

The three arrived at the dungeon. Rohan Kishibe pushed the door open, then seemed to recall something and turned to look back at Dawn.

"Mr. Dawn, you come along too."

Dawn's heart stirred, and he quickly followed.

At the deepest part of the dungeon, Hewitt sat against the wall, his eyes downcast, silent.

Rohan Kishibe turned back, his eyes flickering with inquiry.

"Dawn, you know what I'm about to do. Do you have any suggestions?"

Before Dawn could answer, Hewitt, hearing the voices, looked up, his eyes bloodshot.

"A born villain, a destroyer of humanity, a demon from hell..."

Hewitt muttered to himself, his gaze filled with hatred and apprehension.

"Isn't he a gentleman?"

Dawn lit a cigarette and asked Rohan Kishibe curiously.

"Who knows? He's probably just heartbroken and can't accept it for the moment."

Rohan Kishibe replied casually, opened the iron gate, and walked towards Hewitt.

Hewitt didn't retreat. Believing his escape route was slim, he glared defiantly at Rohan Kishibe.

"Expressway!"

Hewitt gritted his teeth and summoned his Stand, attempting a final struggle.

"Heaven's Door!"

However, Rohan Kishibe was a step faster. He summoned Heaven's Door and pointed it at Hewitt's forehead.

Instantly, Hewitt's Expressway fell to the ground, lifeless, while he himself sat frozen in place, unmoving.

Hewitt's face opened like a book, filled with densely packed small characters detailing his Past Life.

Rohan Kishibe picked up his pen and began to edit, occasionally looking back to ask Dawn for advice.

Dawn's spirits lifted, and he spoke earnestly.

"My dream is to raise my offspring to be gentlemen. Regrettably, I do not yet have any offspring."

Rohan Kishibe turned back, looking at the serious Dawn, his pupils dilating in shock, the hand holding the pen trembling slightly.

"Mr. Dawn, I feel your regret, but..."

Dawn sighed.

"Is that so? What a pity. Searching for the Arrow fragments will likely be very dangerous. What if I happen to die..."

Rohan Kishibe's mouth twitched, and his pen flashed, moving so fast that only an afterimage could be seen.

Hewitt opened his eyes in confusion, his pupils reflecting Dawn's image.

"Father!"

Hewitt sprang forward and tightly clasped one of Dawn's legs, crying profusely.

"I am ashamed that I chose the wrong path, a path I followed to the bitter end. Thank you, Father, for waking me up. I will truly... never forget this."