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It was supposed to be a simple mission. Interrogate then take out 2 people still selling drugs in Passione territory. Not hard right? Wrong! Giorno and Mista's intel was hella botched. These two fucker's were stand users. One turned things to ice and the other could make anything into a bullet.
Giorno had quickly created a tree to cover Mista from a flurry of bullets. Unfortunately, in very on brand Giorno Giovanna behavior he doesn't cover himself or notice the large chunks of falling ice. He's hit by 3 bullets. One grazes his side and the two others firmly lodge themselves in his stomach. The falling ice stabs him in the collar and hits him in the head. Knocking the blonde out cold.
Guido hears a quiet whimper and thud behind him. A quick glance at Giorno's crumpled body has thoroughly set Mista off. He thinks to himself, "Fuck interrogation."
Firing off two quick head shots to the would be rebellion, has them dead on the floor. As much as he would like to have made them suffer. His first priority is to check on the young Don of Passione. Running over he squats down to try to check for a pulse and hopefully wake him. Finally finding one he says, "Oh, thank God GioGio, I thought you were dead. Now come on, you gotta wake up and heal yourself."
Nudging him on his less injured side. Gets a soft groan from the hurt teen. Mista talks to him again as Giorno opens his eyes in a squint, "Great, you're awake. Now use Golden Experience to make yourself better."
Giorno struggles to make his stand appear for more than a second before it returns. "Can't, too tired."
"Shit! I'm gonna pick you up now and take us back home. Fugo can patch you back up."
Putting one arm under his knees and the other by his back. Letting Giorno hang on with an arm wrapped around the back of his neck. He lifts the alarmingly light teen up and carries him back to the car. Placing him in the passenger side. He starts the car and calls Buccellati.
"Mista, how did the mission go?"
"Bastards are dead. Giorno is hurt. He got shot, stabbed, and concussed. Golden Experience can't heal him. Coming back home now. Giorno is pretty out of it. Trying to keep him awake, that's what you're supposed to do right?"
~~~
They're home and Buccellati doesn't even bother to open the door like a normal human being. Sticky Fingers has made them a huge doorway. Buccellati, Fugo, and Mista all clamber to the largest bathroom in the house with Giorno being held close in Mista's arms.
Fugo starts spouting instructions, "Buccellati, help me get Giorno's shirt off. Mista, have Sex Pistols remove the bullets."
Giorno groans and tries to escape their grasp after he's perched on the counter, "Guys I'm fine, I can handle it myself."
"I literally watched you fail to use your stand earlier."
Buccellati chimes in, "And you aren't thinking clearly because of your concussion. Just let us help you."
Trying to close his eyes in the achingly bright bathroom, "Don't remove my shirt, it's embarrassing."
Attempting to parent in this situation Buccellati interjects, "Giorno, you're hurt. We don't care if you're hiding anything embarrassing. That shirt has to go."
Buccellati zips off the shirt, revealing Giorno's scar covered body. There is a pause as everyone starts to see several red flags from their day to day that start to make sense. Trying to keep calm as the Sex Pistols are removing bullets. Mista ask, "Giorno, who did this to you?"
Not making eye contact with any of them as he's being fixed up, "My Step-father. Please don't tell the others."
Buccellati answers, "We promise."
~~~
Mista, after taking his leave, is sitting at the dining room table glaring at a glass of wine while he cleans his gun. Fugo is cuddled up against Narancia and Trish on the couch, who are trying to calm him down. Buccellati is watching Giorno in his room. And Abbacchio has pulled up a seat across from Mista.
The large white haired man asks, "Tweedle dumber, what's wrong? You're practically glaring holes in that wine glass."
"It's not my place to say. Just waiting for our Capo's permission to kill a civilian."
"Does this have something to do with Giorno?"
"Possibly, again it's not my place to say."
Buccellati comes down the stairs for a moment to refill a couple cups of water. As well as giving the high sign that his request has been approved. Mista practically yells as he runs out the door, "Hold my wine, I'll be back later."
~~~
(10 minutes ago)
Bruno is sitting in a chair next to Giorno's bed, "Do you want to talk about it?"
"Not especially."
"You sure, might make you feel better?"
Tears start to well in Giorno's eyes, "What do you want me to say? That he would get himself piss drunk, and beat me with his belt. On a regular basis. He'd also try starving me to death, to add a little extra flavor to my shit childhood.
Hell, my mother wasn't much better. She just ignored me, saying I was a burden to her."
Buccellati wraps his arms around the golden haired teen. Letting him sob on his white suit. Whispering gently, "Shhh, it's ok. You're safe now. Cry it out."
Giorno finally calms down and lays back in bed. Finally being allowed to sleep. Buccellati asks him a question, "Giorno, I know you're not thinking straight. However, I should ask you anyway because I doubt certain parties are going to be fine without an answer . Would you be opposed to your step-father being killed."
"Buccellati, I have wanted that man dead since I was 5. Go right ahead."
"I'm sure Mista will be thrilled to make that happen. I saw him maintain a level of anger he exclusively uses for interrogation. He practically begged me to let him go. But, seeing as he's your Step-father, I had to ask you first."
~~~
The Pistols are talking to Mista as they ride over to a bar to get information on the man named Giovanna. Number 3 excitedly yells, "Giorno's Step-father is gonna get it."
Number 5 talks to him next, "Why didn't Giorno tell us about his past? We've known him for over a year."
Mista tries to think rationally and responds to the Pistols, "Maybe it's just a hard subject for Giorno to bring up. I know the guy trusts us. God it makes sense, the never asking for help when he's hurt, and the flinching at random loud noises."
He finally reaches the local bar where he can get info on an Issac Giovanna. Once he opens the door the barkeep pauses before shakily talking to Mista, "I already paid this month's money. Don't hurt me!"
Sitting down at the counter Mista tells him, "Relax, I'm not here for that. I'm looking for someone and was thinking you could help me."
"I-I thought you had guys that did that already."
"We do, but this is a special case. I'm looking for Issac Giovanna."
"Umm, he just left here an hour ago."
"By chance do you have his address?"
"Actually, I do. Dipshit didn't pay his tab for over a month. Had to send him his bill."
The barkeep hands Mista a note card with the address written on it. Mista thanks the bar keep and hands him 200 bucks for his troubles, before he heads out to take care of some business.
~~~
The second time Giorno wakes up, Fugo is watching him. "Do you get nightmares too?"
"Sometimes. I end up waking up in the middle of the night, some of those times and spend a while reminding myself that I'm out of that situation. That usually helps a little, but I'm never able to get back to sleep afterwards. I end up just working on paperwork. What do you do Fugo, when you get nightmares."
"I put my murderous rage into check by naming things in my room. Once I've calmed down though, I crawl into bed with Narancia so I can sleep again. He always offers for me to wake him if it gets bad. But, just knowing that the option is there is usually enough.
Circling back to you Giorno, I mean no offense but, you need a better coping mechanism. You get the worst dark circles under your eyes and it won't look good if the Don of Passione passes out from exhaustion in the middle of a job."
"And what do you propose I do instead, Fugo? If you're so knowledgeable on the subject."
"I don't know, drink some tea. Watch some mind numbing garbage TV shows for an hour. Wake one of us.
Hell, Mista seemed thrilled to get revenge on your behalf. Is there something going on between you two?"
Giorno's poker face is shit right now, "Um, no."
"Ha, I was right. I've caught you two making the worst, sweet faces to each other."
"No we haven't."
"Don't lie to me Giovanna. I recognize that look a mile away."
"Fine, you're right. Please, don't tell the others. It's new, ok. Like only a month in, kinda new. We agreed to take things slow."
"I promise, I won't tell the others. They'll figure it out on their own."
~~~
Abbacchio talks to Buccellati pulling him into their room for some privacy. "What's up with Golden Brat?"
"Giorno is fine now, just a little concussed. He's been patched up for now. Just some things from the kid's past have been brought to light. That makes some other things, make sense in a sickening way."
"Is this why Tweedle Dumb and Trish had to calm Tweedle Dee down? And why Tweedle Dumber was given permission to kill a civilian."
"Yes, unfortunately."
"Can I ask what it is that has made you three upset about Giorno's past?"
"As much as I love you Leone and would like to tell you. It's not my place to say. Ask Giorno, he's with Fugo at the moment, but I'm sure Fugo won't mind you switching watch with him."
"I might just take you up on that offer. And I love you too Bruno. Follow up question dear, who is Mista killing?"
"That, I can tell you. It's Issac Giovanna. Giorno's Step-father."
~~~
Mista knocks on the door and when a man opens it he asks, "Are you Issac Giovanna?"
"Yes, that's ..."
Mista punches him square in the face, breaking his nose with a satisfying crunch and making him fall back on his ass. Issac grabs a half empty bottle of cheap alcohol and tries to hit our favorite hittman in the head with it. However, Mista catches it before it can make contact, then he tosses it across the room. "I don't recall pissing a guy like you off. What'd I ever do to you."
"Ya, pissed me off after I found out you hurt a kid."
"What kid?"
"Giorno. You know, your Step-son."
"Oh, you mean that scum. Whatever the hell happened to that piece of shit anyway?"
"Well, currently he's the Don of Passione and a great friend of mine. Now what kind of friend would I be, to let you live to see tomorrow."
"No, wait, we can figure this out. I can pay you."
"I don't want anything you have."
Issac falls back trembling as Mista reaches down to grab him by the collar. Guido thinks he's got him and the beat down won't take long, but the trembling was a cover for the drunk to grab an empty bottle. Mista hears glass shatter, seconds before he's stabbed in the thigh. He screams in pain before bashing Issac's head into the shards littered across the ground.
Issac pulls Mista down with him before trying to escape. Mista pins him down and punches Giorno's abuser half to death. Issac in a last ditch effort, stabs him in the shoulder before throwing him off, causing Mista to dislocate the other shoulder in the fall. It's over for Issac now, Mista shoots him 6 times in a row.
~~~
Abbacchio knocks on the door to Giorno's room before entering, "My turn to watch the kid, Fugo. Go get some rest. I'm sure Mista found a way to get himself hurt and he'll need you to patch him up."
Fugo leaves to go sit downstairs, shutting the door behind him.
Giorno tries to close his eyes and go back to sleep.
Abbacchio sits in the chair next to Giorno's bed before talking to him, "Hey kid, I know we're not that close but, I want you to know I worry about you too. I also know that your faking being asleep to try to get out of telling me what's wrong. I get it, we started off on the wrong foot. Hell I made you drink my piss the day we met.
But I hope you'll be willing to tell me what's so fucked up about your past. I have a guess, from some of your behavior patterns and clues I've gathered. Will you let me know if I'm correct?"
Giorno softly mumbles, "I guess."
"My guess is your Step-father hurt ya real bad. And you're probably covered in scars from it."
"More or less correct. Give or take a few details. Like a belt and starvation."
"Shit, Kid! No wonder you're fucked in the head, like the rest of us! Bruno is the most normal and he's been in the Mob since he was 12. I thought your slide into hell started after you joined."
"Nope, I wish. Joining the mafia was an improvement."
~~~
Narancia takes his turn sitting in the chair next to Giorno. With a shit eating grin he says, "So, you and Mista huh?"
"Fuck, me!"
"Shouldn't you be asking Mista that?"
"Shut up Narancia! How the fuck did you figure it out anyway?"
"I have the same look, with Fugo. Except it's no secret to anyone else that we're together. I also figured you'd rather talk about that. Then what your Step-father did to you."
"When did you find out about that?"
"I walked in on you getting dressed one day, by accident and saw your back all messed up. Didn't say anything because I'm not a snitch and figured you weren't up for talking about it yet. We all got shit from our past we aren't proud of."
~~~
Trish is the second to last one to sit next to Giorno, "You know I'm surprised Mom and Dad haven't figured out you and Mista are dating yet." (referring to Buccellati and Abbacchio).
"Can we please stop talking about Mista and I."
Trish doesn't look up from filing her nails, "No, it's so fun to see you get all flustered. You're turning all red as we speak."
"Please, Trish. Any other subject. Anything at all."
"Do you wanna talk about how you're Step-father and my Father tried to kill us. And compare horror stories."
"Not especially."
"So, giving you shit about your love life, it is then."
"Come on. There has to be something else."
"Nope, this is revenge for my non-existent love life. Because the 6 of you find a way to scare off ANY boy that gets remotely close."
"If I promise to give the next one a chance. Can we get off this topic?"
"Maybe."
~~~
After getting a guy to clean his mess and leaving a note to Ms. Giovanna telling her to leave and that Issac is dead. Mista yells at the door, "Hey can someone let me in. Driving here was hard enough!"
Abbacchio answers the door, "What the fuck happened to you. I thought you were going after a civilian."
"I was, a quick shot to the head would have been too nice for him."
Buccellati, Fugo, Narancia, and Abbacchio nod in agreement. Fugo has Narancia hold Mista still while he puts the shoulder back into place. Mista screams, "FUCK! I thought we agreed on 3!"
Narancia let's go, "Stop being a baby Mista."
"Shut up you Gremlin! Fugo is always nice when you get hurt. He's aggressive as fuck fixing everyone else up."
"SUCKS TO BE YOU!!!"
Abbacchio yells back, "Hey IDIOTS, shut UP! Golden Brat is trying to sleep!"
They hear from upstairs the door to Giorno's room open and close before Trish yells, "EVERYONE SHUT UP! NO ONE'S YELLING IS HELPING!"
Buccellati pinches the bridge of his nose at his familia's chaotic stupidity.
~~~
Mista is the last one to sit in the chair.
Giorno wakes up and rubs his eyes, "Hey Mista. Are you doing ok?"
"Yeah I'm fine, I should be the one asking you that. He's dead by the way."
"You actually did it."
"Of course I did. Who else would have?"
"You got me there. Thank you Guido."
"No problem Giorno. Hey um listen."
"Yep."
"I know we started some things recently and agreed to take it slow. So, don't take this in a weird way. I've been informed of your absolute dog shit sleeping habits. So, uh I'm offering you the option to crawl into bed with me on those nights. Specifically for sleeping purposes. Just an offer."
"Guido, thank you. I might take you up on that."
~~~
And when one of those nights happens a few days later. Giorno finds himself going to Mista's room to get some sleep.