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Life in the mafia was interesting, to say the least. It had been around 2 years since passione gained a new don and team in charge- the 15 year old boy who defeated the old don was now nearing 17 years old, and lives in the lavish villa that came with the job, along with his old team.
Only a few things had changed since the good old days- Mista started to abandon his hat on most days- only keeping it on for things such as meetings with other capos or especially dangerous missions, and let his surprisingly curly dark brown hair free. Abbacchio now only drank on special occasions, such as he drank a beer on the dedicated movie nights (suggested and organised by Narancia). Bucciarati hasn’t changed much at all, only getting more mother-like if it was possible. He had confessed his feelings for Abbacchio a year after Giorno joined them, to which Abbacchio of course accepted and by default meant he was the dad of the group. Narancia is still the same old Narancia and will probably stay the same Narancia because it’s Narancia and only Narancia can be Narancia, just ask Narancia. Fugo soon joined them again after the whole Diavolo ordeal and after a lot of tears and apologies, was forgiven. Trish was a small time singer, but decided to join Passione and work as a spy for missions involving gathering information.
Giorno was incredibly busy after gaining a new job, obviously being overwhelmed with paperwork. It was rough at first- Giorno being Giorno he never asked for help. It took a few collapses from stress and overwork until he finally accepted Bucciarati’s offers of help.
The villa contains enough rooms for everyone to have their own bedroom and office, although some people decided to pair up in an office anyway (Abbacchio and Bucciarati, of course). Mista and Narancia don’t have offices however, as they don’t do any paperwork- Narancia because of his academic abilities and Mista because he just didn’t want to). Giorno’s office’s interior design just screamed Giorno- he has a lot of plants scattered everywhere, the windowsill, on the shelfs on the walls, hanging from the ceiling, and some special ones on his desk. There are also 2 animal enclosures on one wall- one for a Frog named Smoochie (courtesy of Narancia) and one for a bearded dragon named Haruno. Nobody knows why he chose that name for him but they never asked as they just assumed he had his reasons and left it at that. The walls were a clean white colour, with the shelfs acting as gold accents. The desk was a plain wooden desk, but only a fraction of the desktop was visible through the stacks of paper strewn about all over it.
Mornings were surprisingly domestic. Bucciarati is always up first and cooking breakfasts for the rest of the gang when they wake up, and usually wakes up Abbacchio as he smothers him in affection and gets out of bed. Fugo is next, being a genius, he knows it's always best to sleep early and rise early. Narancia is next, suisingly not having the worst sleep schedule. He goes to bed and wakes up around normal times for a teenager/young adult which is weird, considering his personality and obsession of video games and TV. Trish always wakes up at the same time- it's almost scary. She wakes up at 9.58 exactly and is always downstairs at 10 am sharp. Mista always wakes up around 11-12 on a normal day, having to drag himself out of bed half asleep if there was a mission that was scheduled earlier than usual. Giorno, however, has an atrocious sleep schedule. Perhaps its his only teenager quality- staying up until stupid o clock in the morning and having to be coaxed out of the heaven we know as sleep by Bucciarati around 1 in the afternoon. He takes the term ‘night owl’ to the extreme- so far that sometimes in winter he doesn’t get up in time to see daylight. Of course, after his morning coffee and breakfast (which might as well be considered lunch) he goes straight to his office and gets back to work on the papers he fell asleep on the night before.
Today, however, there was a mission paper on his desk that required Giorno. Giorno doesn’t get to go out on missions much because he’s too busy with the paperwork, but when he does it's a spectacle to be seen. He has vastly improved with GER since he got him- having more stamina and being able to make things alive/revert things without having to be near it.
As you can imagine, this does not fare well for his cousin, Josuke, who will be peacefully playing video games when suddenly a turtle is in his lap instead of a controller. He lets out screams he will forever deny, and Immediately calls a calm Giorno so let him have a piece of his mind.
When Giorno initially saw this mission, he was alone. However, after what he was reading hit him he was not alone, barely registering the soft comforting words of Bucciarati trying to get him to calm down through the big, fat globs of tears streaming down his face and onto the floor. He hadn’t even realised that he had curled up under his desk seeking to hide from the bad man who wasn’t there anymore.
Giorno still hadn’t told them about his past. He knew everything about what shaped the others into who they were to the present day, but he had not let anything slip from his carefully crafted walls of impenetrable steel. The gang were beginning to speculate what happened though, as he may not be aware of them, but Giorno has some habits that aren’t particularly normal. He is scarily observant, almost to the point where he can read your mind (although whenever confronted about this he always mentions something about never being as good as a Mr Joestar, whoever that is). He also didn’t eat as much as everyone else, but that might be because his days are severely limited due to his sleep schedule. However, when he does eat, he always eats quite quickly as if someone was going to take his food away, which is ridiculous because he knows they would never do that, right?
Either way, it wasn't normal, But they didn’t confront him and ask him about his past because nobody joins the mafia with a pleasant one.
However, after having a panic attack after reading a simple mission sheet, it was inevitable the truth was going to come out. Bucciarati and Fugo (who had found him and called Bucciarati) guided Giorno down to the mansion-like house’s lying room, whilst calling other people to come down along the way, and now Giorno fiddled with his hands in his lap whilst all the others stared at him from varying couches, waiting for him to initiate his story.
“When” He started. A breath, “When I was young, I um, I never had any friends.” It was completely irrelevant to why he cried at the mission, but it was a good start. The others, though, found it extremely concerning even at the first sentence- Giorno never repeats himself, not even in a stutter, so hearing a word twice and an um chucked in there was alarming.
“My mum wasn’t around a lot either… she.. She was always out with friends. She left me alone. Every night. She left me alone with no food or water and I wasn’t tall enough to reach the tap for water. But.. but that was fine. Because I was 4 and I should’ve known how to take care of myself by then. I had 4 years to learn already, so why was it taking me so long, y’know?”
That alone deprived everybody's throats of any moisture they previously had. 4? He thought he was slow for not learning how to live at 4? What kind of shitbag of a mother does that to her child, giving him ideas like that? A neglective mother.
Giorno cuts off their thoughts by continuing, “But it was fine because she had fun. So it was ok for her to forget about me… but then she met a man from Italy.. And he became my, um, my stepfather and um..” His demeanour completely changed after mentioning his stepfather; his hand fiddling has turned to hands shaking and he chewed nervously on his lip. His gaze was cast strictly down, not daring to look up at people in the eye. He hadn’t even realised he had trailed off.
“What was your stepfather like, Giorno?” Prompted Mista. Giorno visibly tensed.
“He was, um, he was kind. In the beginning he was kind. He didn’t forget about me and he invited me into their wedding picture. But um, but he, uh, he didn’t stay like that for long..
He started to drink a lot, a lot more than my mum ever did. And he did drugs too. They, uh, made him a little less.. Nice. He, um, didn’t like me looking at h-him, a-and he would m-make that cle-ear.” Giorno was starting to fumble his words a bit more, stutters making their way out of his mouth between the near frantic mumbling. It was clear to the others that he was starting to panic.
“He u-um, he wo-uld hit me-e and and he would ge-et his belt and u-uh use it to u-m infli-ict pai-in and uh…”
He was cut off however, by what was supposed to be a comforting hand on his back, making him flinch harder than they thought was possible, making a sob force its way through his now defencive position of his arms being wrapped around his knees.
“Please don’t touch me please don’t touch me please don’t hurt me I promise I’ll be better I’m sorry I’m sorry gomenasai gomen-”
“Giorno,” Bucciarati’s calming voice rang clear through the tense air, although it was clear he wasn’t hearing him, too panicked remembering what the others could only presume were horrible memories from his past. “Giorno, we aren’t going to hurt you. Can you remember where you are?”
“I-I um i-in the living room-m” choked out through sobs that racked through his body was the response to the question asked.
“That’s good Giorno, do you know who you're with?”
“Bucciarati-i, Narancia.. Mis-ta and trish and Abba-cchio and Fugo..”
“Yeah that's it Giorno, you're doing good, you’re doing good. Just take deep breaths for me ok?”
Giorno nods and brings his head and eyes up to look at Bucciarati’s chest and does his best to breathe in time with Bucciarati’s exaggerated breaths. Slowly, he started to calm down and tears dried.
Tension remained uncut, however, until Narancia tried to lighten up the mood by suggesting they watch an anime. It was agreed they would go with the theme of Studio Ghibli and suggestions started: Mista wanting to watch Studio Ghibli so he could traumatise the sex pistols by telling them that if they eat too much they will end up like Chihiro’s parents. Bucciarati of course suggesting they watch Pony as it has fish in it. Abbacchio, surprisingly, pitched in with Castle in the Sky, claiming that Pirates were as cool as Studio Ghibli got. Fugo suggested they watch Howl’s Moving Castle claiming that it would act as a refreshing, calming movie.
They ultimately decide to watch that, totally not because they saw Giorno’s eyes sparkle just a little at the mention of Howl's Moving Castle.
Blankets, pillows and stuffed animals were rounded up and dumped all all around the floor and main couch in the living room- the children of the house taking up the floorspace, and the responsible adults (parents as Narancia called them) cuddled up on the couch. The stuffed animals were (obviously) mostly with Narancia and Giorno, who discovered he can have plushies - even frog plushies.
Everyone had a mug of some sort of hot drink- Abbacchio and Fugo drinking a calming lavender tea, Bucciarati with a decaf coffee, and Narancia, Trish and Giorno having a hot choco.
The film started playing and Sophie had just entered Howl’s castle when the gang noticed Giorno staring intently at Calcifer. He was trying not to let it show too much but everybody had seen. He meets the eyes of Mista and immediately looks away, blushing fiercely.
“Giorno do you, by any chance, like Calcifer”
“What- no! Whatever gave you that idea?!” Giorno burst out, obviously flustered by being caught. He then proceeded to make his outburst more adorable and child-like by puffing his cheeks out in a puff and visibly deflating. He tried to make the conversation end by turning his attention back to the TV.
It worked, the conversation ended, but it was not forgotten (if Giorno found little drawings of calcifer around the house, mista didn’t know where they were coming from, neither did everyone else who totally didn’t hear the conversation.)
Only Bucciarati stayed awake long enough to see the movie finish- everyone else had fallen victim to the sense of warmth and comfort by being surrounded by blankets and people they care for. He -reluctantly - got up from his spot next to Abbacchio to turn the TV off and picked up mugs from within the scrambled mess of people sleeping on the floor and his lover. He made sure to also take a picture of Narancia squeezing the living daylights out of Giorno. As soon as he put them all in the kitchen, he turned the lights off and went back to join the rest of the gang in their slumber.
♡ （´・｀ ）♡
The next morning went almost typical as far as the order of awakening is concerned. The only difference was that Narancia was the second to last to wake up. At some point in the night Giorno must have escaped from Narancia’s surprisingly strong sleep capture and rolled over next to Trish where the girl had nestled a hand in his hair. When she had woken up she found all but 2 people (the 2 people still sleeping) gushing at the sight, taking pictures and the whole shebang.
Although before any of the not sensible people were awake, Bucciarati, Abbacchio and Fugo went to Giorno’s office to sneak a look at what the mission from yesterday was about. Their blood ran cold as they read through it- it’s no mystery why Giorno lost himself.
The mission was to look into the household of the Giovannas, containing only a woman and a man. The mission document listed the history of occupants and family members of the house, and no child named Giorno Giovanna was ever listed.
It took a while for Giorno to rouse from his sleep. Bucciarati refused to let him sleep on the floor for the whole day- sleeping on the floor for a night was bad enough. Luckily, he had gone to sleep relatively early compared to his normal bedtime (around 6 hours earlier), meaning he could wake up easier. He joined them all for breakfast albeit still being half asleep. Narancia and Mista of course made the most of his state as they asked him to give them functioning cat ears which most certainly ended in a cat-astrophe (A.N: please don’t kill me I had to).
After breakfast everyone went to get ready for their respective missions or day off. Giorno went to his ensuite bathroom and did his light makeup- only consisting of a sheer foundation, concealer, a pop of bronzer and blush and a touch of mascara. Sometimes if he was feeling like it he would add a black or colourful eyeliner, and today was one of those days. He left his hair down except for his signature curls and chose a flowy white top and black flared trousers, pairing them with some golden short high heels that suited him quite well. Adding various small, gold accessories such lady bug earrings in his bottom ear lobe piercings and multiple loops in his others with a frog in his helix, a small simple labret ring, a small pointed bull septum piercing and a thick gold cuff bracelet on both wrists, he decided he was presentable for the outside world.
Going downstairs he found the other people who are meant to be going on the mission with him- Mista , Abbacchio and Trish.
Trish and Abbacchio are just as dressed up as Giorno. The three of them seem to have a common interest in unique fashion- Giorno with his flamboyant clothing, Abbacchio with his feminine and dark clothing, and Trish with her colourful and slightly revealing clothing. Mista just looks like Mista - he doesn’t really care what people think about his looks as long as it's comfy.
The drive is around 45 minutes long and relatively serene. Giorno was driving because he was probably the best driver in the group, what not with being a taxi driver by 15. (Bucciarati and Fugo are undeniably the worst- Fugo gets crippling road rage and Bucciarati is just a severe risk to every life on the road).
Once they reach the estate, they send Trish in First. They watch as she does her thing- get out of the car and confidently walks up to the front door. She knocks and around 30 seconds later, a rather chubby and scruffy looking man opens the door.
Giorno can feel his blood begin to run cold as he sees the man who made his life hell for around 8 years. He feels it run cold, but also scalding hot with pent up rage. The others who were still in the car with him felt his rage and thought it wise not to disturb him for the moment.
They watched as he had a small interaction and let Trish in. Just before the door closed she threw a few hand signals behind her back for the gang to see : Going in. Denies knowing kid. Giorno knock soon.
They all understood and went on their phones to check if she texts any of them. She doesn’t.
After around 30 minutes of waiting, Giorno starts shuffling, getting ready to leave the car.
“Oi kid, where’re you going?” Abbacchio almost snaps, although it's just his tone, he doesn’t mean for it to be disapproving.
Giorno simply looks at him and says “In.”
The seething rage had slowly increased throughout the car wait, and was now seemingly overflowing. He was angry. Opening the door with everlasting grace and then slamming it shut, he was gone. Golden heels clacked against the tarmac of the road as he quickly made his way across the road and onto the Giovanna porch. Raising a hand towards the knocker he felt a buzz in his pocket. Pausing from his current mission, he quickly checks his phone to see exactly what he wanted:
♡Trish♡: Knock now
So he did.
He felt the hauntingly familiar weight of the knocker and pulled it up and down. Grumbling could be heard from inside, and was soon followed by heavy footsteps advancing closer to the door. Soon enough he was met face to face with the man who had ruined him.
Giorno in work mode was like a completely different person: always pristine, never imperfect.
“Good afternoon, Mr Giovanna, I am Giorno Bucciarati, working with Passione. We have received wind that you are violating rules of ours and I would like to have a chat, is that ok?”
Not even waiting for an answer he pushed inside, “Ok. I believe a colleague of mine was sent earlier and should be here… ah! Here she is. Why Hello Mrs Trish, how are you?”
Even his closest friends were amazed by his facade. Trish looked startled for a split second and then got up to shake his hand.
“Why hello Mr Giorno, I am fine. This is Mr Giovanna who was listed on the documents. Now, we have had a small chat about the allegations against him and I was just about to tell him about what actions were going to be taking place.”
“Ah perfect! Now, Mr Giovanna, I have some questions and would like them to be answered carefully and truthfully, understand? Great. Now, we understand that it is only you and your wife in this house, correct?”
Giorno’s stepdad, who was still startled that this complete stranger had just barged into his house. Yet.. he didn’t feel like a stranger..
Snapping out of his stupor, he manages to get out a “U-uh yeah wha’ bout it?”
“Has it always been just you and your wife?” Giorno asks whilst staring the man down.
“Yeah, no one else ever lived ‘ere. Whassis gotta do wif’ anything anyway?” Giovanna had started to stand his ground, getting more angry by the moment.
“Well, Mr Giovanna, we have grounds to believe that you have just lied to us. May I remind you that we expect truthful answers. Now, next question: Have you been selling and/or purchasing drugs within the last 2 years where it has been made clear that Italy is to be rid of drugs?”
“Nah not one. Stupid Don of Passione changin’ ‘n’ everythin’ means I cant get my highs like I used to.”
“Ok thank you. Now, I’m going to list what is going to happen only once so listen clearly - I hate having to repeat myself.”
The mood instantly gained the same level of tenseness as the night before: Giorno staring directly into his stepfather’s eyes and his stepfather looking back, only slightly scared.
“We know you have had a neglected and abused child in this household from the years 1989-1997. We also know that you have regularly been dealing malicious drugs such as cocaine and marajuana without the permission of Passione. Both of these result in being public enemies of Passione. Do you understand?”
“Yeah well, what you gon’ do ‘bout it huh? You think you’re all big ‘n’ tha’ but you’re just a child. Don’t think you can boss me ‘round ‘n’ shit you little fuck!” Mr Giovanna had suddenly gained his confidence back, and apparently his ignorance.
The ever calm Giorno, however, was not affected by the sudden outburst. He simply leaned back into the arm chair he was currently occupying and pulled a pack of cigarettes out from one of his surprisingly big pockets.
“Fancy a smoke, Mr Giovanna? To cool our fumes and clear our headsets.”
Trish looked normal on the inside but was absolutely flabbergasted and screaming on the inside. She didn't know Giorno even had cigarettes, much less smoked them! Giovanna looks confused, but then exhales and sits down in a chair near Giorno.
“Yeah, ‘might ‘s’well. U got a lighter?”
Giorno reaches into his other trouser pocket and pulls out a translucent lime green lighter. He swiftly lit the man's cigarette and then looked directly into his eyes.
“Say, there seems to be an awful stench of alcohol on those seats and sheets there… would be an awful accident if my hand slipped..”
The look in Giorno’s eyes was terrifying. He had a glint of someone who was going to do something bad. Trish had never seen this particular look in Giorno’s eyes. He had become more expressive over time and took to having a slightly mischievous glint in his eyes when around the ones he cares for. Usually because he teams up with narancia to prank Mista or Abbacchio (the latter creating an absolute shit storm when he finds out, but they’re still alive so it’s ok).
Then, before anyone could comprehend Giorno’s words, a flick of his wrist sent the lighter straight onto a alcohol soaked chair which promptly went up in flames. Trish, obviously startled, looked to Giorno as to what to do, but he was still staring intently at his stepfather's eyes.
With a smile, Giorno started speaking.
“Ara, gomen papa. Te ga subetta. Haruno wa itsumo mudadesu, kare kana?”
(Oh, sorry dad. My hand slipped. Haruno is always useless, isn't he?”
The haunted look on his stepfather's face was worth everything he had been through, no doubt recognising the name. The name of the child he never bothered to register as alive. The name of the child he thought he killed. The name of the child who was about to kill him.
Giorno stood up, dusted himself off and looked back one last time to sneer at his ‘stepfather’
“De, sayonara ‘Papa’”.
(So, Bye ‘Dad’.)
He looked back at Trish who hesitantly nodded and followed after him towards the door. She spared one last look at him to see his face contorted into an expression of pure horror. Oh well, shouldn’t have beat a kid.
As they made their way to the door a panicked lady appeared at the top of the staircase, obviously foreign. Giorno took one look at her and spoke in the same language Trish didn’t understand.
“Konnichiwa mama. Papa ga moete iru. Kare o tasuke ni ikanai no?”
(Good afternoon, mum. Dad is burning. Shouldn’t you go help him?)
A loom of horror not different to his stepfathers came across her face. She managed to whisper out a small “haruno..?” before realising her husband needed help, desperately. He was probably on fire by now, who knows.
Giorno led Trish out of the estate and onto the driveway again where they closed the door. Trish was ready to walk down the pathway when she noticed that Giorno had yet to move when she noticed a small silver key in his hand.
That sly little bastard.
Giorno locked the front door and went to join Trish as they walked calmly back to the car where the other two were waiting for them. The curtains at the front window were open, so they could see in the house see the ruckus Giorno had created. As the two entered the car, both Abbacchio and Mista sported twin looks of concern and utter confusion.
Giorno caught wind of their stares and tilted his head as if to question them.
Mista was the first to be able to speak. Clearing his throat he pointed out “You just set your stepdad on fire.”
Giorno looked back at the house, in which the interior had now entirely been engulfed inflames, leaving his stepfather and mother banging on the window desperately, trying to call for help.
“Oh, I suppose I did. Anyone up for Gelato?” He asked, completely changing the subject.
Abbacchio, finally snapping back into reality, smirked. “Fuck yeah, you’re payin’.”
And with that Giorno sped down the road with the plan to stop by his favourite gelato on the way back.
（´・｀ ）♡
Bucciarati went to greet the small group as they returned from their mission only to find them calmly chatting whilst finishing off their gelatos.
“Welcome back everyone. How did the mission go…? I’m supposing good, going by the snack you’re all having?”
“Yeah man all's good. Giorno set the man alight.” Mista answered, simply.
The group then continued with their small chat and carried on into the living room where they ust relaxed even more, leaving Bucciarati trying to comprehend what he had just been told.
“I-I, you what.”