Dio's story, BEFORE he met Aya. All I can remember is being on a dusty street... alone... hurt... hungry. My first memory was from when I was five. Everyday at about 4:30, ten kids would come up to me and scream "DIO! LEAVE! YOU HAVE NO PLACE HERE DIO!" I would slowly walk home... if you could call a couple of rags on a busy street corner home. That same sentence... "DIO! DIO!" ...It never left my head for an instant.More Like This
You may not know this, but in my first language, "Dio" means "Stupid". I was so young, that word hurt me so much... Almost as much as Alfred Drevis did.
One particular day, a sunny day (a rare day where I live), I woke up to a man and a woman arguing over something. I looked around to see what was happening. I may not have active taste buds (from never eating tasteful foods), or a good sense of smell, but I could see for miles away. The only joy in my life was all the colors I saw, sitting on that street. I watched cars and counted how many were red, blue, and even green