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Giorno would never forget what he’d seen. He’d never unfeel the feelings he felt that day. He’d never uncry on the tears he cried. He’d just seen his dad die and no one could comfort little Gio for he had no one.
“ Guys, Look over here!” A voice called. Gio looked up. He saw 4 men towering above him. Giorno had felt no fear towards them but in his little head he had felt as though bad things were going to happen.
“ It's a child. He kinda looks like Dio-Maybe he-” A man with cylinder like hair looked down at Giorno. He sounded distinctly french.
“ His hair isn’t blonde.” A man with a hat said. It appeared to be fused into his hair and Giorno found it interesting.
“ Damn. If only Nori was here, she’d help. Her instinct is supreme.” A man with whitish blonde curls said kneeling in front of Giorno. “ What is your name, little one?”
“ I-I’m Haruno Shiobana.” Technically not a lie, Giorno thought. It was his birth name but he has since changed his name to the Italian name Giorno Giovanna.
“ Haruno. This kid is japanese.” A tall man said. He had a beard and seemed old. Giorno laughed at his own thinking.
“ Hmph. We should kill him.” The hat-haired man said. Giorno froze. Kill? They were going to kill him like they did his father.
“ No we should not, Jotaro!” The curly haired man said. “ It's a child! Bairly 5 by the looks of it!”
“ Caesar’s right, Jotaro, if we kill the child, we’d be monsters.” The bearded man said.
“ Yare yare daze ...I'm going to go check on Avdol and Nori.” Jotaro, hat haired guy said, walking away.
“ What now, Polnareff, Joseph? We can't just leave the kid here! Chances are Dio killed everyone else in his family.” This was fact. But the truth was, Giorno was happy he did. His Mom was neglective of little Giorno, leaving him alone when he was only a few months old. His step-dad was an ass who would act nice and then when his mom wasn’t around, would beat Giorno and abuse him. So when the mysterious man appeared on their doorstep and slaughtered the only two parents Giorno had known, he showed no signs of being terrified. He’d even laughed a little.
The man had introduced himself as Dio and had said that he was Giorno’s biological father. Dio had seemed happy to see Giorno and Giorno couldn’t help but smile. Giorno had always imagined his dad as a strong man who would someday come and save Giorno from his awful life. Giorno had finally gotten what he’d dreamed of, but now he’d also lost his only living relative. Giorno was starting to hate these men.
“ You...You bastards killed my padre…” Giorno mumbled, gritting his teeth. The three remaining men all looked at him.
“ Kid,” Caesar said. “ Your dad was an awful person who cared for no one but himself. He didn’t love you at all, Haruno.” Giorno’s little hands balled up into fists.
“ He saved me.” Giorno said, clear as day. He glared up at Caesar and the other men.
“ Did he kill your mother?” Polnareff scoffed.
“ He did and I love him for it! He killed my mom and step dad, the filth of them!” Giorno recited the line he had heard Dio say about the Joestar family.
“ Oh my god! This kid is a psychopath!” Polnareff backed away slowly. Caesar just looked horrified. Joseph seemed unfazed.
“ I loved my padre more than you love yourselves!” Giorno screamed.
“ We shouldn’t be hasty to-” Caesar started. Giorno didn’t hear the rest. He began to run, faster than the men could realize. He ran down the streets of the city. It dawned on him that he had nowhere to go. He had no family, no friends, no way back to Italy. But if he gave up, he’d be caught and taken to a worse place than where he had lived before.
“ Gio!” A voice called. A sweet serenity voice. Giorno looked over to see a girl with long brown hair and green eyes running besides him.
“ Ana! Sis!” Giorno laughed as he ran, his legs moving on their own.
“ Lets get on a bus back home!” Ana said, smiling. Giorno loved his sister. He had met Anastasia DiRuna only a few days before but the two had a bond stronger than any other siblings had. The two shared a country, a dad, and a love for causing trouble. Though Giorno’s strengths lay in his resolve, Anastasia’s lay in her street smarts.
“ But where will we go? Padre killed my mom and stepdad and your mother!” Giorno called to her. If she had a plan, Gio was all for it.
“ My grandma! She’ll be happy to let you stay with us! Even show her your birthmark! She’ll know we’re siblings!” Anastasia smiled.
“ Okay!” The two kids kept running until they could hide behind some cardboard boxes.
The two kids fell asleep hugging each other. They’d been through too much in too little time. Maybe life would get better...Maybe…

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Giorno clung to the railing with all his might. He’d been dangling there for no less than 5 minutes but it already felt like an eternity. Instead of fucking helping him, the moronic imbossils standing around, watching Giorno cling to the railing. He was dangling 50 or so feet above the water, completely terrified. He’d already lost a shoe and the other was on the brink of falling off too.

“ How did I even freaking get here?” Giorno muttered as he tried to focus on his upper body strength and not on the freezing cold water.

It all started that morning. Giorno had woken up on the couch, with no shirt on and 3 cans of coke on the floor. He barely remembered last night, only that his sister, Anastasia decided to spike some coke and give it to him. He didn’t realize until he was already half drunk and by then he just rolled with it. He assumed Ana was drunk as fuck last night as well, due to the fact that her things were everywhere.

Giorno managed to get dressed and ready, even with the massive hangover he had.

“ Ana!” He called. No response.Typical. She was always out with her friends in the morning, meeting up with Giorno for lunch, going to school for afternoon classes, looking for love under the streetlights at night. Giorno almost felt bad for her. She was the only Lesbian he knew and no one seemed to be into her besides thugs and teen boys with weird tats.

Giorno picked up his school bag and left the house. After he’d locked up, he walked to school. Well, he looked like he was. Today he planned to skip. He wasn’t able to concentrate with this overwhelming headache. He wasn’t planning to go to college, so what was the point of school.

“ You can’t keep believing in that silly dream of yours!” Ana would scold him. Giorno hated how she acted like she knew it all. Giorno had luck on his side.

Giorno continued walking. He walked down and ally way he was a regular to. He saw kids, homeless or just looking for goods. Giorno furrowed his brow at that. Kids buying drugs. They would spend their allowance and birthday money just to have them. It made Giorno feel sick.

He exited the ally way onto a street. He walked past groups of people eating breakfast at a local cafe. Giorno would have paid it no mind to these simple facts if it weren’t for the men. Yes, the men. Giorno’s eyes landed on a group of 3 people, all males, sitting at a far corner table. One of them looked straight at Giorno with a stare that sent chills down his spine. The man was wearing a white suit covered in black dots, golden zippers accessorizing him. He looked away from Giorno and appeared to be laughing at a joke. The two men with him appeared to be mere teens, one with spiky white hair and red suit, the other with a hat and a sweater which seemed small for him. He was aware that crop top sweaters existed, though.

Giorno quickly walked away.

“ Who the fuck were they?” Giorno had never seen them before but he didn’t need to see them again. They had an off vibe to them.

Giorno spent the rest of the morning going around, pick pocketing, and scamming. He didn’t feel the least bit bad about it.

He even stole not one but two japanese tourist’s luggage. He couldn’t get the third ones due to the fact that they were unreasonably fast for a pregnant woman. He ran from these three, having a run in with one of them.

Giorno had escaped them and had gone to the bridge to wait for Ana. He decided to look down at the water, the boats in the port. He preferred to look for fish or sea life but with boats in the port, you can’t find any. He leaned over a bit to see better. He suddenly felt someone bump into him with the force of a road roller. He tumbled over the edge, managing to cling onto the metal under railing.
Now here he was, dangling from the bridge whilst people watched him cling for dear life.

“ Help me! Someone!” Giorno screamed. His head still hurt like hell but he didn’t pay it any mind.
“ Call the fire department or the police!” Someone screamed. Oh for god's sakes, Giorno rolled his eyes. He felt his hands slipping.

He was going to fall.

Giorno closed his eyes. His hand slipped. He heard screams. Lots of screams. He dropped a few feet before someone caught him.

Giorno felt a hand curl around each of his wrists and hold on tight. Giorno opened his eyes. Leaning over the edge holding onto him was the man from the cafe, with the white and black dotted suit and zippers.

“ W-who’re you?” Giorno asked, his voice wavering.

“ I’m Bruno...Buccellati…” The man winced as he was pulled down by Giorno’s weight. He was leaning farther and farther in, his legs looping themselves around the metal bars of the bridge railing.

“ I’m sorry!” Giorno didn’t know why he was apologizing but it felt right.

“ I’m sorry!” Bruno echoed. Giorno was puzzled. Bruno took notice and quickly replied to his own comment. “ We’ll most likely fall into the water. My legs can’t hold on much longer.” Bruno smiled politely, his black hair falling over his eyes.

Giorno felt the two of them lurch forward.

“ Oh god.” Bruno muttered.

Another person grabbed onto Bruno’s ankles.

“ God fucking dammit, could you two weigh anymore?” The boy with white hair grimised.

“ Fugo! Let go! You’ll-” Bruno was cut off by a loud crack.

Fugo muttered “shit” under his breath before falling forward and following Bruno and Giorno into the water. Giorno screamed all the way down, whilst Bruno sucked in multiple breaths of air. Fugo just screamed swear words.

Giorno hit the water with his mouth open. Water quickly filled his lungs and his vision blurred. Bruno looked over at Giorno with fear whilst Fugo was already swimming above water.

Bruno swam over and pulled Giorno to the surface. Giorno tried to breath once they reached the service but coughed up water instead. Fugo had reached the dock and had taken his red suit jacket off and was ringing it out. Bruno pulled Giorno along with him to the dock and set him on the hard wood surface.

Giorno stared up at 2 faces one more concerned than the other.

“ Are you okay?” Bruno asked.

“ Yeah...T-Tell Ana I’ll be late for lunch…” Giorno mumbled, water leaking out the corner of his mouth.

“ He’s not okay.” Fugo said.

“ How do you know?” A third voice said. Giorno tried to look over but found it hard.

Giorno’s vision began to double then blur before it went black.

Just dark.

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Giorno Giovanna remembered they day he came home with his left eye bandaged. He was 13 when it happened but he felt like it was yesterday. The pain was all still there, just dulled.

“ Giorno!” His aunt had shrieked when she saw him. “ What happened!” She kneeled next to Giorno and removed the bandage, bloodying her hands in the process.

“ Some bullies stabbed me in the eye with a stick when I was coming home from school.” A lie, but Giorno didn’t care. His aunt would freak if she knew what had really happened. That some men had come out and offered Giorno and a friend, Juniper Winds, a ton of money if they participated in experimental tests. Juni had agreed immediately, saying she’d do anything to get where her brother was, by which she meant colledge. Giorno agreed only because his aunt was short on cash and Ana and him needed food and clothes to survive.

Giorno never knew what had happened to Juni, for she never spoke of it, but he knew it had to be bad for her to have gone missing from the face of the earth for a brief month or so. Giorno had been stabbed near the eye with a scalpel after not cooperating with what the guys had said, a decision Giorno still didn’t regret.

So, Giorno was now legally blind in his left eye, though you couldn’t tell just by looking at him. His left eye was glazed over but Giorno was nearsighted and used this as an excuse to wear color contacts. The only people who knew of his blindness were his Aunt, his sister, and Juniper Winds, Juni, and they swore not to tell anyone unless it was completely necessary.
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Giorno woke up sprawled across 2 or 3 chairs. He didn’t know where he was, but could gather who was there.

“ This is called kidnapping!” A voice said, obviously distressed. “ We are supposed to be doing good thing, Buccelatti, not-” Giorno heard the sound of fabric frantically moving. “ Kidnapping and such!”

“ I’m sure he’ll understand when he wakes up.” Another voice said, a bit deeper than the last.

“ Yeah! Maybe he’ll even join us!” Another, more high pitched voice said. Giorno was didn’t wanna assume but he was pretty sure that was a girl.

“ Doubtful.” The first voice said. Giorno could sense the distress in their voice.

Giorno opened his eyes and surveyed the room. He appeared to be in a room with one round table and four walls, which was good. Seated at the table were 5 people, all arguing about him, presumably. Giorno recognized three of them as the men he’d seen at the cafe earlier this morning, but the other two he had never seen.

The first speaker had started yelling random stuff, presumably in another language. Everyone else seemed pretty chill with this, much to Giorno’s surprise.

“ Pannacotta, I very much ask that you, perhaps, start speaking Italian again. None of us know Japanese.” The man with the white suit said. Bruno Buccellati, as Giorno remembered it. Pannacotta, Giorno also remembered, was the man who had tried to save Giorno and Bruno before when they had fallen into the canal. He seemed like a stress case. To Pannacotta’s left was a boy with black hair, a streak of orange that looked like he’d done it without a mirror. The boy was wearing a black tank top, a skirt, and tights. He had one shoe dangling off his foot and the other was just completely taken off. He also wore an orange bandana, the same shade of orange as the dyed portion. He was hunched over, doing something a notebook, with Pannacotta watching ever so slightly.

To Pannacotta’s right was the 3rd person, the man in the crop top sweater. He obviously had something to do with Pannacotta, let it be a rivalry or a romance, Giorno could care less. He appeared to be the only one trying to calm down Pannacotta.

Next to Bruno was another man. He had long white hair currently tied back in a ponytail. He wore all black, his shirt looking like an exaggerated V neck. He kept glancing over at Bruno and scowling over in Giorno direction. Giorno had an idea that this guy hated him already.

“ So, Will…..He wake up?” The black haired boy with the orange bandana asked, looking up from his work.

“ Yes,” Bruno said before adding a reluctant “ I mean, I think so anyways.” Giorno didn’t wanna make this man nervous or anything.

He sat up slightly, feeling the blood rush to his face again. He shook his head slightly, trying to regain color in his face. Giorno looked up to see everyone looking at him.

“ Um, Hi?” Giorno said, feeling uneasy. He looked from face to face, trying to figure out what they were thinking. This was a habit of his, one that he didn’t often disclose. From what he could gather, Bruno was relieved, Pannacotta and Mista were not surprised in the least, orange bandana kid was single, and the white haired man was annoyed.

“ Hello, Giorno right?” Bruno said, smiling. Giorno was puzzled. He didn’t remember telling Bruno his name but perhaps he was wrong.

“ Yes, Giorno Giovanna.” Giorno answered, waving. These guys had to be doing some illegal stuff, judging by their looks and the fact that they were eating at a mafia owned restaurant.

“ Well, what are you waiting for? An invitation? Come on, Join us!” The bandana kid said to him, gesturing to the empty seat next to him. Giorno sheepishly smiled, and stood up. He was 5 '8 strongish in build and wore a purple suit with an open chest.

“ I kinda thought guys like you wouldn’t like if I intruded your lunch.” Giorno said, sitting next to the boy.

“ Well, we mafioso aren't always so generous.” Mista said, smiling. Giorno got the opinion he was overly flirty. He also got the opinion not to get any ideas from Fugo’s glare. “ I mean most mafioso aren’t generous. Most times, we are.”

“ Okay, I’ll keep that in mind.” Giorno said, smiling.

“ I’m Narancia,” The boy with the bandana said. “ Cia for short.” Giorno couldn’t help but smile.

“ I’m Bruno, as you know.” Bruno said, sipping his tea. “ Next to me here, is Leone Abbacchio, my boyfriend.” Abbacchio only scowled at Giorno. Giorno gulped.

“ I’m Guido Mista.” The guy with the crop top sweater said. He had taken off his hat, revealing that he had short brown hair.

“ Pannacotta Fugo.” Fugo said, waving slightly. He had his hand bandaged and Giorno couldn’t help but notice the broken wine glass to his right. He put two and two together. Don’t mess with this guy.

“ Nice to meet you all.” Giorno said, sheepishly. Narancia smiled at him. Silence followed. Giorno couldn’t help but feel intrusive.

“So, Bruno,” Abbacchio finally said. “ That mission you were talking about.” Bruno took a sip of tea before looking up.

“ Well, The boss has a daughter.” He said in a low voice. Everyone else listened. Not even the sound of writing. “ His wife recently died but she had called him and he agreed to take his daughter in.”

“What's the daughters name?” Narancia asked. Everyone looked in his direction.

“ He wouldn’t give us that information.” Bruno answered.

“ What about him?” Fugo asked, pointing his bandaged hand at Giorno. Giorno bit his lip.

“ Well,” Bruno said. “ Giorno, how would you like to join us?” Bruno smiled. It took Giorno a minute to comprehend what Bruno's just said. “ I mean, Giorno, If your worried about Ana or your aunt, you can always go home to them. It's your choice.”

“ No, I’ll come.” Giorno said, confidence in his voice.

“ And, Bruno’s on his way to adopting another son.” Mista laughed.

“ At least this one doesn’t already have a Mom and like a trillion siblings.” Fugo said.

“ We both know I only had 5.” Mista came face to face with Fugo.

“ I had 3.” Fugo answered.

“ All older because you were ‘the mistake.’” Abbacchio piped in. “ We know, Pannacotta.”

“ Who names their son after a food!” Fugo stood up fast, his hands slamming on the table. Giorno backed away, not wanting to get in this guys line of eye.

“ Doesn’t your name mean Dismissing Pudding in english?” Mista said. Giorno didn’t know if this was just a normal conversation or if they were trying to wined Fugo up.

“ Pudding Dismissing if your using proper terms!” Fugo looked back at Mista. Oh my god, this is what they wanted. It was kind of evil.

“ Guys, stop trying to wined Fugo up.” Bruno said, sipping his tea again. “ We have a mission to get ready for. I give you each an hour and a half before I collect you in my car and drive to the port. I will leave without you.”

“ Wait, Port as in fishing port?” Fugo asked, still standing up.

“ Well, Dock, I mean.” Bruno said. Abbacchio gave him the most oh-you-fucked-up stare humanly possible.

“ We’re taking a boat!?” Narancia asked, excitedly. Then Fugo was the one giving the oh-you-fucked-up stare. Giorno couldn’t help but laugh a little. They were like a family at dinner, or as what Juni called a family dinner. He picked up on Bruno being the Mother of sorts, Abbacchio was like the Dad, probably because of him being older and dating Bruno, Fugo was like the older sister, always having some problem with what people had to say, Narancia was like the younger brother, always doing something to make others mad or happy, and Mista was the classy older sibling who was just there.

“ So, Am I now free to go change my soaking wet suit?” Fugo asked.

“ You should have done that regardless!” Mista said to him, laughing. “ No wonder you get sick so often!” Fugo turned red as his suit. At the mention of the soaking wet suit, Giorno realized his own suit was soaked.

“ I should probably go home and change my clothes.” Giorno said to the others. They looked at him, blinking vigorously.

“ Good idea. I’ll drive you.” Bruno said, opening his hand, revealing his car keys. “ Fugo, You're coming too.”

“ I have my clothes in my bag.” Fugo pointed to his leather satchel. Bruno just grabbed his arm and dragged him out. Giorno followed, looking back at Narancia for fleeting moment. Narancia waved back.

Giorno got the feeling that this new revelation in his life was about to become something bizarre.

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“ You,” Abbacchio said, leaning against Bruno’s car. “ Were serious about the boat.”

“ Mhm.” Bruno hummed, smiling. “ Since when am I not serious?” Giorno couldn’t tell if he was joking or actually asking.

“ As long as it has life savers, we should be fine.” Mista said, nudging Fugo. Fugo gave him a squick glare before looking back at the boat.

“ Hey, Newbie!” Narancia ran up to Giorno holding a camera. “ Could you take a picture of the squad and I?”

“ Wow, Cia, How arrogant of you.” Fugo sighed, unfolding his arms. He reached into his satchel, which looked like it was really heavy,and pulled out a pack of cigarettes.

“ Yeah, gladly.” Giorno smiled. He was an expert at taking photos. Just that morning as he was leaving his aunt's house, two girls had come up to him asking him to take their pictures near a statue that happened to be in the center of the square where he lived. Quite a tourist attraction he might add.

“ Wow, okay then!” Narancia said, handing the camera over to Giorno. He ran over to get in position. Bruno and Abbacchio joined in, Bruno leaning on Abbacchio’s shoulder and Abbacchio with his arm around Bruno’s waist. Mista joined in next to Narancia, fist bumping him. Fugo rolled his eyes and stashed the cigarettes back in his bag, an unlit one in his mouth. He joined in the posing, standing next to Mista at a safe distance of an inch away from human contact. He tried to light the cigarette but it kept blowing out so he gave up after 5 seconds with a mumble of swears.

“ I didn’t actually think he would agree to that!” Narancia hissed to Mista, to which Mista laughed.

“ Okay,” Giorno said, putting on the most photographer sounding voice he could muster up. He watched as the others tried not to smile. He was horrible at impressions or voices besides his own but it was fun to see smiles cross the faces of people whenever he tried. “ Everyone is in place,no?”

“ You are a correct, kind photographer.” Bruno added in his own voice, sounding like a stay at home mom.

“ Good, Good!” Giorno said. He was enjoying this way too much. “ On the count of three say-” He thought for a moment. “ Say the name of your boyfriend or best friend or both!” He smiled. He watched as Abbacchio let out a sigh, his face gaining a bit of color. Fugo on the shook his head slightly so that his hair would cover his face, which was now as red as his suit.

“ 3, 2, 1!” Giorno raised his voice a bit, enjoying this. He snapped a few pictures of the gang, all yelling their boyfriends name. Narancia had actually yelled something like “ I want to be a plane” or something like that.

“ Beautiful, Beautiful!” Giorno said blissfully.

“ Now can we get on the boat?” Abbacchio asked. “ I want to know what this is about as well, but for now, the boat.”

“ Okay, Okay.” Bruno said, glancing at Abbacchio. “ We can get on the boat but first off, We need to make sure that a certain someone,” he glanced at Fugo. “ Doesn’t plan on jumping off the ship like last time.”

“ I didn’t jump, I fell.” Fugo said defensively. “ And I don’t plan to do that again.” Giorno had no clue what this was about.

“ Fell?” Abbacchio scoffed. “ More like jumped off the side in fear.” Fugo went red. He didn’t like this at all.

“ Well,” Fugo huffed. “ It's not my fault I can’t swim.”

“ Dude. Swimming lessons exist!”

“ So do bugs and flash colds. Doesn’t mean I have to pay any attention to it.” Fugo answered. Giorno felt slightly offended by the bugs thing, covering up his ladybug shaped broach.

“ Guys,” Bruno sighed, biting his lip. “ Let's just get on the damn boat.” Everyone stopped fighting as if a switch were flipped. God, was Giorno supposed to fit in with this group?

“ Fine.” Fugo and Abbacchio said in unison. They gave each other a look of mixed amusement and hatred, a look that seemed to be mirrored on the faces of their companions.

Bruno was first on the boat, striding on like he owned the place. Abbacchio sluggishly followed Bruno. Fugo and Mista got on at the same time, both keeping the same pace as the other. Narancia was the last one on and Giorno felt slightly bad for him. Everyone kind of had a person, a right hand man, but Narancia was singled, the old maid of the 5 person deck.

Not that he seemed to mind. He was just as happy as if he had someone. He seemed like an odd one for sure. They were all a little odd.

Giorno followed after Naranacia, trying not to let anyone catch on to his train of thought. Train of thought on a boat. He snorted, earning him a swift glance from everyone.

“ What's so funny, Newbie?” Great. That was officially his nickname. Giorno was going to have trouble with them if they kept calling him that.

“ Nothing. Just an inside joke.” Not a lie. Giorno smiled. Thankfully everyone dropped the subject soon because Narancia yelled something.

“ What?” Bruno called down to him.

“ I said, a girl is on the boat.” Narancia called out again. “ And no, I do not mean Fugo!” Fugo didn’t even take offence at this point. He was smirking actually.

“ Wait what?” Bruno sounded confused.

“ You heard me! There’s a random girl with pink hair in the boat!” Narancia called. Out of no wheres, well, the inside of the boat, a shoe came flying towards Narancia, hitting him in the face.

“ OW!” Narancia yelled, covering a forming bruise on his forehead. “ What's the deal, Jackass!?”

“ Jackass,” A female voice said. Giorno stepped away, knowing the girl wasn’t armed but still cautious. “ That's a new one.” Mista had his gun out (when did he not) and Fugo seemed ready to throw something from his bag.

“ W-Who are you?” Narancia said as the woman showed herself. She had pink hair, curled into a swirl on top of her head. She was wearing a tube top with a small belt connecting it to a sort of choker, and a skirt with a bizarre pattern. Her high heeled boots clicked as she walked over to Narancia and the other boys.

“ I’m Trish Una.” She didn’t seem reluctant to answer, nothing holding her back. She stopped a few feet away from Narancia, one hand on her hip, the other by her side.

“ N-Nice to meet you…” Narancia seemed stunned by the girl, obviously thinking he was cute. Honestly, Giorno couldn’t see why he found her cute. Yet again, he was Asexual.

“ Now, Is Mr. Buccellati here?” She asked calmly.

“ That would be me.” Bruno said, walking over to her and extending his arm. Trish shook his hand, smiling.

“ You're going to bring me to my father, right?” She asked.

“ Yes, that I am.” He said, smiling. Sort of a charming mother feeling. Giorno could tell that Bruno already cared about this girl very much, his eyes showing the same glint he used for the others.

“ I guess I have to thank you for even talking to me.” Trish said. “ I know that most people from...your line of work,” A short pause. “ I know they would just ignore me or be sort of pervy.”

“ Well don’t worry, the only pervy one here is Mista.” Narancia joked.

“ That was uncalled for!” Mista said, laughing a little bit. He raised a fist to Narancia.

“ Hey!” Narancia said. “ I’m kidding! I’m kidding!” Giorno looked over at Trish, who was covering her mouth, trying not to laugh.

“ But wait,” Fugo said, confused. “ If she’s already on the boat, why did you need the keys…?”

“ Because we’re going to Capri.”

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Pannacotta wasn’t very happy about actually going on the boat. He thought he was in luck when Trish was already on the boat but when Bruno said they were going to Capri, he instantly lost hope. They had already set off by now, Fugo realized. He sure was lucky. 

“ Wait, why?” Mista asked, lowering his fist.

“ Because of this.” Bruno pulled out a note covered in numbers and a torn open envelope. The envelope had a return address. In Capri. Fugo rolled his eyes before paying more attention to the note. 

“ What is that?” Fugo pointed to the note. 

“ It’s a note covered in numbers. I think it's code for something.” Bruno looked at the paper himself. 

“ Yeah, It’s code.” Fugo said, peaking over Bruno’s arm. 

“ How are we supposed to figure this out?” Trish said, peaking over Bruno’s other arm. Everyone seemed to be huddled around Bruno now. 

“ I don’t know.”  Abbacchio said. “ Why not go to Capri and, I dunno, find the person who sent this?”

“ Or I could-” Fugo started.

“ Have you lost all common sense, Leone?” Bruno retorted. 

“ Yes.” Leone answered, giving Bruno a stare.

“ What if we just don't do that?” Bruno said. “ What if it wouldn’t be that easy and what if the note isn’t even about that!”

“ Guys it says-” Fugo tried again, starting to get mad. 

“ I’d like to say right now that whoever thought this number puzzle was a good idea is a loser!” Narancia seemed pissed, probably because he couldn’t solve it himself. Fugo on the other hand, felt a slight twinge of rage boiling up. 

“ Guys, can I just-” Cut off again ?! Fugo scowled. This time it was Mista. 

“ Maybe you're just the loser.” Mista jokes. Narancia doesn’t seem to catch on, neither does Trish. 

“ Aren’t you being kind of an asshole?” Trish stood up for Narancia. Fugo would have thought it cute if he didn’t want to punch everyone right now. He clenched his fist and unclenched it several times, a personal anger management tactic he came up with. 

It wasn’t working. 

“ Guys,” Fugo said through clenched teeth. “ May I please say something?” Giorno was the only one who noticed this.

“ I think-” Giorno started but like Fugo had been for the last 5 minutes, he was cut off. 

“ No one cares, Giovanna!” Abbacchio growled. Fugo looked over at Giorno, who gave Abbacchio a look. 

“ I guess you’ll just have to deal.” Giorno said. He gave a quick gaze to Fugo, a look of apology. Fugo couldn’t care less. 

He tried to pull out of the huddle but found himself trapped in. He instantly became uncomfortable. They’re all touching me...And not even caring?! Oh god, I’m gonna lose it. Fugo panicked. Nice first impression, Pannacotta! Trish will think you’re a sociopath! Maybe you are but still! And the new guy, Giorno, what will he think!? Oh god! Ohgodohgodohgod! 

Fugo quickly pulled away, forcing the huddle apart. Half of them stared at him with a look that said “what's his problem?” and the others with a look of concern. They knew what was going to happen and if they didn’t, they’d soon know. 

“ I’m sorry but I know what the note says…” Fugo wheezed. He went from being calm to overly panicked within seconds.  Nope! Not doing this! Don’t get near me, please! 

“ Wait, what,how?” Trish looked stunned. 

“ One, I know code and two, please never make me team huddle again.” Fugo nearly doubled over. He was horrible at this. Horrible at being a normal human being.

“ Okay, We’re sorry.” Bruno said, holding out his hands in defense. “ But please tell us what the code says!” Everyone else’s demeanors changed as they saw Fugo calming down. More relaxed like he was. 

“ It says,” Fugo began. “ With orders from the boss, meet us in Capri. Fugo will know who sent this ( which is misleading, I know lots of people) Trust us! We know what we’re doing! Sincerely yours, The Idiot Squad.” Everyone gave that a puzzled look. Fugo let out a sigh-laugh. 

“ I have a feeling I know who this is from.” Fugo covered his mouth. “ Of course the boss asked them.” 

“ Who is them ?'' Trish asked, crossing her arms. 

“ You’ll find out. I don’t want to ruin their surprise. She’d hate that.” Fugo answered, turned to look at the water, a content grin on his face. Narancia turned to Bruno and hissed. “ I think Fugo’s losing it!” 

Bruno shook his head. “ Fugo has other friends, Cia. Remember when he got sent on that one mission 5 months ago?” 

“ Oh yeah! He came back grinning like an idiot. Sure, I remember!” Narancia laughed.

“ I know you're talking behind my back!” Fugo turned to look at everyone. His grin was gone, replaced by a look of pure boredom. Wow , Fugo thought, How pathetic. You can smile like an idiot even when your so anxious and depressed-

Fugo needed to stop his thoughts right there. Sometimes his mind just couldn’t wait for people to beat him up so it did it for him. God he needed therapy. Or at least to be honest with someone  instead of saying he was fine all the time or shrugging it off. Like that would ever happen! You’re so shut off from those who care about you that you can’t even tell them how you're doing! Pathetic. 

Fugo fought back the urge to tell this voice in his head to fuck off. He’d sound like a loon if he yelled fuck off to no one in particular. Or he’d get thrown off the boat. Both outcomes were awful. 

Fugo was too busy worrying about his mental state to notice the loud thumping below him. Bruno and Abbacchio did however.

“ What was that?” Abbacchio asked. Bruno shrugged. He didn’t have a chance to utter the name of his stand before two figures burst out of the hull of the ship. Trish screamed and Mista and Narancia stood in front of her, protecting her. 

Two men stood there, stands at their ready. Fugo barely had time to get up before he recognized the men. Mario Zucchero and Sale. Fugo grimaced, along with Bruno and Abbacchio. Mista and Narancia knew them but didn’t know them well enough. 

“ So that's the boss's daughter?” Sale asked Mario. Mario gave him a look that said Yeah-of-course. Fugo knew that look anywhere. 

“ What are you doing here!” Bruno hissed. Mario again looked at Sale before they both started laughing. 

“ You have the boss's daughter and we ,” Mario indicated to himself and Sale like it wasn’t obvious. “ Have your boat held hostage.” 

“ No you don’t! There's more of us than you!” Narancia spoke up. Bruno shifted to look at Narancia, fear in his eyes. Fugo gulped as well. This would not end well. Both of the men had powerful stands, but were basically out matched by the team if they were on their own. But together, they were Sugar and Salt, and they would attack you to reach their goal. Right now their goal was Trish. 

“ What was that?” Sale basically danced over to Narancia. “ I’m afraid I didn’t hear you, kid.” Narancia took a step back, still protecting Trish. 

“ I said, '' There's more of us!” ” Narancia wouldn’t back down. He was a goner. 

“ You hear that, Mario? This brat thinks he knows better than us!” Sale laughed. No! Narancia’s going to be attacked! He doesn’t know who he’s dealing with! Fugo leapt up, catching the attention of Sale. Fugo tried to look unafraid, unintimidated by them. They paid him no more than a glance. 

“ You want me to use Soft Machine on him?” Mario smirked. Sale nodded. 

“ While you're at it, how about the others as well? Manageable?” Sale said. Mario nodded this time. And then Mario’s stand appeared. 

Soft Machine looked almost human except for its eyes, which were robotic, and its lack of nose and mouth. It looked like it was covered in cones, not spiky triangles but bullet like. The stand's ability was to gruesomely deflate its victims.  

At the appearance of the stand made everyone backup, Fugo almost losing his footing.

“ I see they want a battle.” Bruno said, looking around at his team. “ Wanna give them one?”

“ We’re on a boat.” Fugo pointed out. 

“ No shit sherlock.” Someone muttered. Fugo couldn’t tell who said it but it kind of stung. He scowled, pouted really, and considered his stance on this battle. A. They were on a boat. B. They were surrounded by water. C. Everyone was closer than 5 feet which meant Fugo’s own stand was useless. No, not useless, too dangerous. 

“ I mean, It’s still a fair advantage to you guys but I’m sidelined for this one.” The only ones who didn’t seem to get it were Trish and Giorno, and even they understood enough. 

Meanwhile, Mario had disappeared. It was only when Trish screamed, everyone realized what had happened. Fugo turned to see the end of Narancia getting deflated. It was truly terrifying. 

“ Nara!” Fugo and Mista called out at the same time. No time to even think about how romantic that was, they got ready to fight, both of them pulling out their guns. Fugo was the only one who could properly use one but it worked.

“ One move from you and we blast these bullets into your brains.” Fugo said, a menacing tone to his voice. Sale gave him a weird look before laughing. 

“ I just love how Passione has children who have guns and stands and they just freaking place them with Bruno Buccelatti. Perfection!” Sale laughed. 

“ Trish you need to get below deck.” Giorno instructed her. Trish looked worried as she looked from the fight to Giorno to the bottom deck. 

“ What if that dude, Mario, is down there! His whole goal is me! ME!” Trish freaked out. Giorno looked over towards the others where he got a quick glimpse of Mista pulling the trigger and getting the bullets shot back at him. 

“ I’ll come with you.” Giorno answered. He only took one glimpse back at the fight before going below deck with Trish. He could still hear the fight but decided that maybe trying to figure out what was going on was pointless.

“ Giorno, Your 15 right?” Trish asked. Giorno gave her a blank look.

“ How is that relevant?” He was puzzled.

“ I just want to get my facts straight is all. I know Buccelatti is 20 and Abbacchio is 21 but everyone else I can only speculate.” Trish answered. She played with her pink hair, the style of it looking like cotton candy. Giorno was puzzled on how she could be thinking about ages when they could all die right now because they were in the middle of the ocean and were attacked by two stand users. 

“ Fine, Yes, I’m 15.” Giorno answered, fixing his braid. He wasn’t one for conversations. He had a few social rules he lived by. The first was to never make him repeat himself. He hated having to repeat himself. The second was to never ask him for money. This was because Juni and Anastasia were always asking him for money and he was broke as the car no one could fix. The third and final one ( that he’d admit) was that he never let anyone make fun of someone. He never tolerated bullies, even if they were joking. They’d always go home wailing about how a half blind lunatic had a battle (insert animal here). Half of them went crazy. For some reason, conversations were that last rule that he just didn't feel like admitting. He could keep a conversation but rarely did it go anywhere.

“ That's good.” Trish said. “ Someone my age.” Giorno smirked.

“ Could’ve sworn you were 16, madame.” He said. Trish laughed a bit. 

“ Are you flirting with me?” She asked. 

“ I’m ase, no. I’m just being a weirdo.” This made her laugh more. Giorno was a star at lightening the mood. He was a star at most things, except romance. 

“ I’m bi, so, fun times.” Trish said. The conversation had gone from being normal to about sexuality and now it was awkward. Giorno smiled. 

“ You’d get along with Juni.” He said. He was about to elaborate when he heard screams from above. 

“ Oh Mio Dio! Fugo’s in the water! He can’t swim! Abbacchio, help me!” Bruno screamed. Giorno rushed up the stairs to see what was going on. He saw that Mista had been shot and deflated and that Fugo was nowhere to be seen. He quickly ran over to the side of the boat where Bruno was trying to help Fugo, who was struggling in the water, stained in blood. 

“ I’m going to-” Fugo gargled. “ Die! Help!” 

“ Calm down and you’ll live!” Abbacchio said, holding onto Bruno’s legs. 

“ Wait, where are Sale and Mario?” Giorno asked, looking around. They weren’t anywhere. 

“ Mista shot him off the boat.” Abacchio answered him, which surprised Giorno. 

“ So, he’s dead.” Giorno said. 

“ Which one of them?” Abbacchio laughed. “ Mista’s flattened and bleeding out and Sale is swimming with the fish.”

“ SON OF A-” Fugo screamed. Bruno was able to grab him and get him out of the water but by then he’d already gulped in a ton of it. 

“ We still need to find Mario Zucchero. Sale’s been taken care of but Narancia and Mista are now missing, and wait, where’s Trish?” Bruno asked. Giorno realized she must have still been in the lower portion of the boat. 

“ Shit! Trish is still down there!” Giorno said, suddenly worried for Trish’s safety. Bruno and Abbacchio shared glances before they joined Giorno and ran down to save trish. “Save.” 

“ We’re all going to die.” Fugo muttered. He was soaking wet now and this was his last good suit. He didn’t wanna the jacket but it was getting uncomfortable. It was sticking to his skin like a wet leaf to a windshield. He pried off the jacket and set it down next to him. Wasn’t this a great idea. Fugo thought bitterly. Great going, guys. Great going. 

He looked down at his suit jacket and bag, which were in a protective circle around him. He looked around, trying to figure out what to do. His gun had fallen in the water and Mista’s was just, wherever the fuck Mista was. Fugo couldn’t use his stand either, knowing that would mean inevitable death for everyone on board. 

If it hadn't been for him being on the stern of the boat right then, Fugo wouldn’t have noticed it. 

“ Guys! You better find him soon!” Fugo called down. He was freaked out now. Water was getting closer up the side of the boat, or more accurately, the boat was going down. 

“ Why?” Bruno asked, coming up from under the boat. Fugo gave him a scared look.

“ The boats are sinking and we have less than 20 minutes by the looks of it.” Everyone who was still in action froze. 

“ Oh no. We’re fucked.” Abbacchio said, sighing. They were going to die if they didn’t find their missing friends and Mario Zucchero soon. And they had less than 20 minutes, that's how soon till they sank.