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Giorno Giovanna... the name of the boy standing right before him, Dio. You’d expect an Italian to smell like garlic, tomatoes and pasta, but he didn’t carry the scent of those one bit. He smelled like a Macy’s cologne ad. He was wearing a dark blue collared shirt tucked into black skinny jeans and black shiny Chelsea boots. For one thing, this son he had never seen had a pretty good sense of fashion. He had a black backpack on his back with a large ladybug pin on the middle of it. He could only assume he liked ladybugs. Dio didn't know where to begin.
When he had first received the news of gaining custody of Giorno, he was utterly confused and wasn't prepared. He wondered what that woman did back during her college days to lose custody over their son? But Dio was more concerned about the fact that Giorno couldn't speak one bit of English as he was told upon receiving the letter in the mail along with all his other things associated with his information.
“ Ciao, il mio nome è Giorno e sono davvero contento di vedervi, Padre! (Hi, my name is Giorno and I'm really glad to see you, father!)” Giorno said, excited.
Dio furrowed his eyebrows. He could literally see sparkles forming in his striking, blue eyes. Also, what the hell did this kid just say? Did he assume that his father, Dio, was Italian? Dio decided to break it down a bit so he could understand what his son had just said.
Ciao = Hi
Nome = Name
É & E= Is & And(?)
Giorno = His name(?) Doesn't it mean sun or gold, too?
Contento = Happy
Padre= Father
Those extra Spanish classes in high school turned out to be useful just today in his entire life. Dio knew what he said to an extent, but didn't know how to reply in Italian. He decided to respond after about a minute of silence and Giorno waiting for a response.
“Well, I'm glad to see you, too,” Dio replied, coolly, not even smiling. Not like he could even say much. He wasn't even a fragment of his life until now.
“ Posso avere il mio bagaglio dal reclamo bagagli? Io credo che dobbiamo fare in modo che noi possiamo andare a casa. (Can I get my luggage from the baggage claim? I think we should do that so we can go home).”
“Again with the Italian?” Dio thought as he sighed irritably. He ran a hand through his blond locks eyeing down at Giorno who raised a brow in confusion.
He didn't know if this kid even understood him, but the least he could do was respond in English. Dio crossed his arms over his chest and looked around the airport before gazing back at Giorno who was staring off somewhere else.
“Listen, kid,” Dio said, regaining his son’s attention, “I do not speak Italian.” Giorno was about to open his mouth say something, but closed it. He grabbed the sleeve of Dio’s yellow suit jacket and tugged on it. He pointed to a sign hanging from the ceiling. Dio looked up and saw “Baggage Claim”. Giorno let go of Dio and they both walked to where the sign was pointing at for the baggage claim.
As soon as Giorno claimed all his bags, he and his dad walked out of the airport to his lightning, yellow Lamborghini.
Giorno cringed at the color of his car. “ Fuori di tutti i colori cazzo… (Out of all the fucking colors…)” Giorno accidently spoke out loud.
“What?” Dio questioned having no knowledge of what his son said to him as they inched towards his car.
Giorno shook his head.
He peeked up at his dad who grinned from ear to ear at his car. He glanced out of the corner of his eye making eye contact with his son. Dio gave him a stern look. Flustered, Giorno looked away immediately putting his bags into his car.
It was a long silent car ride as Dio was casually speeding down the freeway in a sweltering 85°F Californian evening.
Giorno glanced out the window at fiery sunset. He rolled down the window due to how stuffy it was in the car.
As soon as the window was rolled down, Giorno could only take one breath of fresh air before the window was immediately rolled back up. Giorno scratched his head bewilderment and looked at his dad. Looking at him wearing that horrendous buttoned-down yellow suit made Giorno feel even hotter. Giorno attempted at rolling the window down once more, but it was shut immediately.
Giorno curses out of frustration, “ Che cosa diavolo è il tuo problema!? Sto morendo qui! Ma lei non è troppo caldo, troppo?!” (What the bloody hell is your problem?! I'm dying in here! Aren't you hot too?!)
Dio glimpsed out of the corner of his eye at his son, triggered, “Don't try me.”
Giorno was done. He banged his head against the glass window repeatedly of the car and Dio immediately pulled over to the side of the freeway. Giorno glanced over at Dio who had the face of someone who didn't want to play games.
“Don't you dare even try that again. You don't want to know what I could do to you.” Dio hissed as he reached his hand towards his son's chin cuffing it in his hands and ever so slightly pressing his fingernails into his skin. As soon as let go Giorno sat upright and gulped whatever spit he had leftover in his mouth seeing his dad looking so...so... terrifying. He was scared beyond straight lf this man he barely knew. At this point, Giorno knew he had to be careful.
Dio looked a bit pleased upon seeing his son sitting properly in the car. He turned his Lamborghini back on and pulled back onto road.
It was a couple hours until they finally arrived home to Dio's estate in Beverly Park. Giorno was amazed by the size of his house. It was lit up like a city of its own at night.
Giorno grabbed his bags out of Dios car, but he couldn't help to notice 2 of his other cars that were outside were also terrifying colors.
A yellow to green gradient Ferrari and a confetti colored Lykan Hypersport. Nice.
Dio lead Giorno past a statue. Giorno took a double take and saw that it was a nude statue of his father. Yep, he was already scarred for life.
The double doors were unlocked leading to wide open living space. Just upon entry, Giorno could already feel that the house was aesthetically pleasing with pearl marble flooring and the cream colored furniture harmonizing with all the other features of the house. Giorno was impressed that his house wasn't even green.
He followed Dio up the spiral staircase leading up to a huge second floor. “Your room is on this side.” Giorno followed him as he took a left turn down the vast and wide cream carpeted hallway walking past various doors until the stopped at one at the end of the hallway. “This is your room... make yourself at home. Meet me in the dining room once you're settled,” Dio sighed as he casually walked away.
“ Grazie! (Thank you!)” Giorno turned and called at him making Dio stop momentarily before he continued to pace down the hallway and down the staircase. Dio knew at least that much in Italian.
It was the worst time for the maids to have their day off. Out of all days, he needed them the most today. He assumed Giorno was starving after a long car ride back home.
Dio had changed out of his suit wearing a black tank top with a cut out back that hugged his muscular and ripped upper body and black pants. He wore a white apron over his clothes that had “ZA WARUDO'S BEST COOK” in bold on the center of it.
Chefs on Food Network made cooking look easy like 1st grade mathematics. If they could do it, Dio could as well.
He had watched a couple of maids cook meals for him a few times, so he had a basic idea of how to cook. When he got Giorno’s confidential information, one of the things he remembered clearly was that it said he was vegetarian. That made things a whole lot easier because he wasn't about to get that beef sirloin from the freezer and burn his entire kitchen.
After a while, Dio somehow managed to make Caesar salad along with a bowl of pesto pasta. Ignoring the range of dirty dishes in the kitchen, the dishes looked absolutely beautiful. With that being done, he grabbed the dishes, placed them in sink and started to wash them one by one. The maids would have his head if they came back from break seeing that a grown ass man couldn't at least clean up after himself.
“ Woah, ha un odore davvero buono. (Woah, it smells really good).” Dio heard his son say as he came into the kitchen. He assumed it was a complement judging by the amazed look on his face.
“Giorno, there are few things I'd like to address to you after dinner,” Dio said. Giorno, whose eyes were currently focused on the cuisine, didn't even show any signs of response or attention. Dio decided to tell him after. He could literally see drool dripping from the corner of his mouth.
After Dio had brought the food to the dining room, he sat down and poured himself a glass of red wine. His son was quick to eat all of the food even though Dio clearly made servings for a family of four. Despite his quickness, he still had maintained a proper dining etiquette as he ate in silence.
“ Wow, che era davvero molto buono. (Wow, that was really good),” Giorno said with a smile. He placed his fork and napkin on the table. Dio assumed he really liked it judging from his reaction. Either that or he was really hungry. You know what they always say, hunger is the best spice.
“Giorno,” Dio began. “I'd like to discuss a few things. First things first, school. I'll be enrolling you to the private school, Golden Wind High School (or Vento Aureo High School).” Giorno nodded his head slowly. “Tomorrow, I'll go to a locksmith to get spare house keys made for you. I won't be home most of the time because of work so you'll need a way to get home. If there's a design you want, let me know. Also, you'll need some sort of transportation to school. I'll buy a bike for you.” Giorno’s face went sour hearing about the bike. Dio gave him a questionable look, but he just laughed nervously. “You'll also need school supplies and other necessities. Don't worry about clothes. I'll have my friend take you shopping for anything you need. If you need money, I'll be making an account for very soon, so do not worry about it. Any questions?”
“No.”
“Good.”
Later that night, Dio went to check on Giorno to make sure he was asleep. His chest was rising up down under his covers. Dio shut the door then pulled his phone and made a Google Search: Rosetta Stone.