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Entry tags:
amorphous, amorous, amoral
Title: amorphous, amorous, amoral
Fandom: JoJo's Bizarre Adventure: Vento Aureo
Character(s): Doppio, Diavolo
Pairing(s): Diavolo/Doppio
Genre: General
Word Count: 1,055
Rating: PG
Warnings: Mentioned character death
Summary: Doppio meets an A.I. version of his dead boss.
Notes: This is like a Tales of the Borderlands AU except it was written by someone with only the barest notion of Tales of the Borderlands, most of which comes from shipfic. So consider it a more general cyberpunk thing I guess.
Doppio has been lying low for years now, but he’s never quite managed to turn off his sense of curiosity, and that gets him into more trouble than he’s looking for.
He should know better. He used to be number two under the boss - Passione’s previous boss - and that means he has a lot of enemies if he ever pops back up on the organized crime scene again, or even just runs into the wrong people. Nowadays he just runs a repair shop - he’d done some tinkering before getting involved in Passione. He fixes people’s broken phones, and the highlight of his work is when someone brings something a little more complicated in. Even if he doesn’t know how to fix it immediately, he can usually scan it and see what the problem is.
Technology is pretty great these days. Doppio’s been living with an eye scanner for so long that he hardly remembers what it was like to live without it. The only real downside is that it looks kind of weird to people who aren’t used to seeing someone with fragmented pupils.
One of his contacts gets his machine parts through less than legal methods. Doppio doesn’t have any moral high ground to speak of, of course, but it makes him uneasy for his own safety when he’s making purchases. Still, his stuff is higher quality than most other shops around here, and Doppio checks back every now and then to see what he’s acquired.
This… thing he found in the back room is weird. It’s a little black box, and while Doppio can open up the casing and see the circuitry inside, he can’t tell what it does or how it connects to anything. It’s probably wireless, but he doesn’t recognize it as a part for anything.
He could go out and ask the seller what it is, but it’d be simpler just to find out more directly. Without thinking twice, he turns his eye scanner on and focuses all his attention on the device.
UPLOAD INITIALIZED, a computer menu in his brain informs him.
Wait. What? He didn’t want to have anything uploaded to him. Cancel, he thinks.
UPLOAD CANNOT BE CANCELLED. UPLOAD 25% COMPLETE.
Now he panics. Cancel. Cancel!
UPLOAD CANNOT BE CANCELLED. UPLOAD 50% COMPLETE.
This is what he gets for scanning strange objects that he doesn’t even recognize. He shuts his eyes, but the process continues.
UPLOAD 75% COMPLETE.
Doppio can only hope that whatever he just put into his brain isn’t horribly virus-ridden. His antivirus would probably catch it, but he hasn’t updated that recently… God, he’s going to feel ridiculous if his cause of death is not keeping his antivirus up to date and poking around where he shouldn’t-
UPLOAD COMPLETE.
“Hello there, my Doppio.”
The voice is familiar - almost as familiar as Doppio’s own. Slowly, he opens his eyes.
The figure standing in front of him is unmistakably the boss. He’s the spitting image of the last time Doppio saw him: long hair impeccable, suit cleanly ironed, makeup perfect down to the last eyelash. The calm smile on his face is just the same as ever.
The last time Doppio saw him, he wasn’t a translucent pink, though, and his hands didn’t go straight through the table.
Doppio stares for a moment before managing a weak, “B...boss?”
“It’s good to see you again,” the boss replies, his smile widening. “Tell me how you’ve been, and where exactly you’ve run off to. I don’t recognize this place at all.”
Someone else might have tried to hide it, but Doppio is too shocked to be anything but direct and honest: “Boss, you’re dead.”
Passione’s takeover had been a hostile one. Giorno Giovanna had thoroughly disagreed with how the boss did things, and he and his group had managed to remove the current boss from power. It had taken the deaths of most of Passione’s upper echelons: Doppio had been lucky to escape with his life.
The boss’s smile drops, and he looks down at himself, examining a pink arm. “Is that so. ...Is that so.” He clenches his fists for a moment and grits his teeth. “It was that Giorno Giovanna, wasn’t it?”
“Y-yeah.” Doppio swallows as the boss’s eyes narrow. “I’m so sorry- I couldn’t do anything, they were too strong and-”
“Hush, my sweet Doppio.” The boss reaches out for his face, to try and gently lay a hand on his cheek, but it goes straight through him. The feeling is a little strange, more because of what it looks like rather than any actual sensation. “I may not know any of the details, but all that matters now is that you are alive and I am here. This is only a temporary setback.”
“...But you’re dead,” Doppio repeats.
“You have my mind with you now,” the boss replies. “Surely it can’t be too difficult to find a body to place it in?”
Doppio swallows. Cybernetic bodies aren’t unheard of, but they’re far too expensive for him to acquire one legitimately now. Illegal ones are cheaper, but that requires dealing with organized crime again, and if Passione found out about Doppio - about the boss being alive even in a form like this-
“I have perfect faith in you, my Doppio.” The boss’s smooth voice is honey to his ears. “You have never once failed me before. If anyone can restore me to life, it’s you, the only one I trust.”
Doppio would like nothing better than to have the boss living and breathing again. Even if this isn’t the real boss, it’s all too easy to fall back into the pattern of obeying his every order. “...I’ll… I’ll see what I can do, boss.”
“I thought you would.”
Doppio buys the whatever it is. He doesn’t want two copies of the boss running around. Their meeting would be explosive at the very best.
...Not to mention, he likes the idea of being the only one who can see and hear the boss. Even if it does make him seem a bit unhinged when he talks to him, it’s worth having him all to himself.
He’ll get the boss a new body. He was ordered to, so he can’t not. But until that happens or he dies, he’s going to treasure the time they have.
Fandom: JoJo's Bizarre Adventure: Vento Aureo
Character(s): Doppio, Diavolo
Pairing(s): Diavolo/Doppio
Genre: General
Word Count: 1,055
Rating: PG
Warnings: Mentioned character death
Summary: Doppio meets an A.I. version of his dead boss.
Notes: This is like a Tales of the Borderlands AU except it was written by someone with only the barest notion of Tales of the Borderlands, most of which comes from shipfic. So consider it a more general cyberpunk thing I guess.
Doppio has been lying low for years now, but he’s never quite managed to turn off his sense of curiosity, and that gets him into more trouble than he’s looking for.
He should know better. He used to be number two under the boss - Passione’s previous boss - and that means he has a lot of enemies if he ever pops back up on the organized crime scene again, or even just runs into the wrong people. Nowadays he just runs a repair shop - he’d done some tinkering before getting involved in Passione. He fixes people’s broken phones, and the highlight of his work is when someone brings something a little more complicated in. Even if he doesn’t know how to fix it immediately, he can usually scan it and see what the problem is.
Technology is pretty great these days. Doppio’s been living with an eye scanner for so long that he hardly remembers what it was like to live without it. The only real downside is that it looks kind of weird to people who aren’t used to seeing someone with fragmented pupils.
One of his contacts gets his machine parts through less than legal methods. Doppio doesn’t have any moral high ground to speak of, of course, but it makes him uneasy for his own safety when he’s making purchases. Still, his stuff is higher quality than most other shops around here, and Doppio checks back every now and then to see what he’s acquired.
This… thing he found in the back room is weird. It’s a little black box, and while Doppio can open up the casing and see the circuitry inside, he can’t tell what it does or how it connects to anything. It’s probably wireless, but he doesn’t recognize it as a part for anything.
He could go out and ask the seller what it is, but it’d be simpler just to find out more directly. Without thinking twice, he turns his eye scanner on and focuses all his attention on the device.
UPLOAD INITIALIZED, a computer menu in his brain informs him.
Wait. What? He didn’t want to have anything uploaded to him. Cancel, he thinks.
UPLOAD CANNOT BE CANCELLED. UPLOAD 25% COMPLETE.
Now he panics. Cancel. Cancel!
UPLOAD CANNOT BE CANCELLED. UPLOAD 50% COMPLETE.
This is what he gets for scanning strange objects that he doesn’t even recognize. He shuts his eyes, but the process continues.
UPLOAD 75% COMPLETE.
Doppio can only hope that whatever he just put into his brain isn’t horribly virus-ridden. His antivirus would probably catch it, but he hasn’t updated that recently… God, he’s going to feel ridiculous if his cause of death is not keeping his antivirus up to date and poking around where he shouldn’t-
UPLOAD COMPLETE.
“Hello there, my Doppio.”
The voice is familiar - almost as familiar as Doppio’s own. Slowly, he opens his eyes.
The figure standing in front of him is unmistakably the boss. He’s the spitting image of the last time Doppio saw him: long hair impeccable, suit cleanly ironed, makeup perfect down to the last eyelash. The calm smile on his face is just the same as ever.
The last time Doppio saw him, he wasn’t a translucent pink, though, and his hands didn’t go straight through the table.
Doppio stares for a moment before managing a weak, “B...boss?”
“It’s good to see you again,” the boss replies, his smile widening. “Tell me how you’ve been, and where exactly you’ve run off to. I don’t recognize this place at all.”
Someone else might have tried to hide it, but Doppio is too shocked to be anything but direct and honest: “Boss, you’re dead.”
Passione’s takeover had been a hostile one. Giorno Giovanna had thoroughly disagreed with how the boss did things, and he and his group had managed to remove the current boss from power. It had taken the deaths of most of Passione’s upper echelons: Doppio had been lucky to escape with his life.
The boss’s smile drops, and he looks down at himself, examining a pink arm. “Is that so. ...Is that so.” He clenches his fists for a moment and grits his teeth. “It was that Giorno Giovanna, wasn’t it?”
“Y-yeah.” Doppio swallows as the boss’s eyes narrow. “I’m so sorry- I couldn’t do anything, they were too strong and-”
“Hush, my sweet Doppio.” The boss reaches out for his face, to try and gently lay a hand on his cheek, but it goes straight through him. The feeling is a little strange, more because of what it looks like rather than any actual sensation. “I may not know any of the details, but all that matters now is that you are alive and I am here. This is only a temporary setback.”
“...But you’re dead,” Doppio repeats.
“You have my mind with you now,” the boss replies. “Surely it can’t be too difficult to find a body to place it in?”
Doppio swallows. Cybernetic bodies aren’t unheard of, but they’re far too expensive for him to acquire one legitimately now. Illegal ones are cheaper, but that requires dealing with organized crime again, and if Passione found out about Doppio - about the boss being alive even in a form like this-
“I have perfect faith in you, my Doppio.” The boss’s smooth voice is honey to his ears. “You have never once failed me before. If anyone can restore me to life, it’s you, the only one I trust.”
Doppio would like nothing better than to have the boss living and breathing again. Even if this isn’t the real boss, it’s all too easy to fall back into the pattern of obeying his every order. “...I’ll… I’ll see what I can do, boss.”
“I thought you would.”
Doppio buys the whatever it is. He doesn’t want two copies of the boss running around. Their meeting would be explosive at the very best.
...Not to mention, he likes the idea of being the only one who can see and hear the boss. Even if it does make him seem a bit unhinged when he talks to him, it’s worth having him all to himself.
He’ll get the boss a new body. He was ordered to, so he can’t not. But until that happens or he dies, he’s going to treasure the time they have.