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Shaky fingers flicked a switch, illuminating a cluttered colored room. Frustratedly working her shirt off of her body and flinging it into a pile somewhere across the room [Y/N] ran a hand through her hair. Entertaining her friends and customers since early in the morning had finally torn down the girl’s patience leaving [Y/N] to clamber into some shorts and onto her bed, carelessly grabbing a manga from her shelf. Snuggling into the pile of pillows on her bed, [Y/N] carefully ran her fingers over the cover, admiring the art. She had picked up Volume 12 of Part 5 of Jojo: My Name is Doppio. Flicking the book open, [Y/N]’s eyes lightly danced around the pages before boredom overcame her and she opened her laptop. Instead of going to any of the other animes that she had piled up in her to-do list, the girl quickly found her comfort in opening up the same arc she had just been reading, finding more comfort in Doppio’s flustered voice as time passed. [Y/N] was so enraptured with what she was watching that she simply ignored her lashes as they started to flutter shut, each blink she took become more and more prolonged until sleep had claimed her once again, Narancia’s cries running out as her laptop finally shut off, leaving her room in a state of darkness.
‘It’s too mind-numbingly bright here’ [Y/N] internally groaned. [E/C] eyes opened only to be met with a complete void of white, the only thing in front of her being 4 pastel pink text boxes. The loading-screen resemblance reminding the girl of a shitty VR game. Eyes slowly adjusting to the light, [Y/N] squinted at the darker pink text, the top box (what she assumed was the title card) simply said ‘Struck with Passione’, the rest of the boxes simply saying: Start New Game, Load, and Settings. Without a second thought [Y/N] reached out for the first option, instantly regretting her choice as the feeling of freefalling hit her, the rapid feeling of hitting the ground shaking the girl to her core.
Before [Y/N] had the time to truly process the rapid succession of events that she had just experienced, she was met with the bustling noises of people moving around. [Y/N]’s eyes snapped open, the girl’s mouth dry as she tried to at least get her bearings. For one, she was no longer in her comfortable tank top and shorts combo, no instead she sported a thin white sheer fluffy dress that covered a less sheer pastel pink dress underneath, the bottom of the dress was riddled with white frills and little embroidered pastel flowers. At her side she had a bag in the shape of a star, the purse covered in a fluffy-yet sturdy fabric. To say that the girl was flabbergasted with her current outfit would be an understatement. While she didn’t mind femininity and could sit through staying in a dress for as long as she had to, the girl had grown accustomed to hoodies, shirts, and mom jeans, along with her school uniform. She rarely wore anything as fancy as what she was currently decked out in. Touching her face, [Y/N] cringed at the feeling of the expensive lace that made up the gloves on her hands. Quickly, the girl took off her lace gloves, shoving them into her bag, her face bright pink. Her now apparent white lace heels clicked against the ground as [Y/N] tried to understand where exactly she was. With the sounds of planes landing and taking off she had to assume she was near an airport. So she had just simply dreamt up an airport for her to explore for all the time she was asleep. Simple enough. However, as she looked around at her surroundings, she couldn’t shake the familiarity that was picking at her sleeve like a lost child. Everything finally clicked in her head as she saw an all too familiar blond with three golden curls and an extravagant dark blue suit. Giorno.
Grabbing a fistful of her skirt, [Y/N] wobbled over to the blond, she wasn’t exactly sure what was going on but she knew without a shadow of a doubt that the man a couple of meters away from her was Giorno Giovanna, and next to him was Koichi Hirose! She didn’t spend hours re-reading every part of Jojo to forget the two characters. If they were here, this meant that she was at an Italian airport around the beginning of part 5. Plain and simple! So maybe she could,
“Hey, Koichi!” The girl shouted at the top of her lungs, gaining the attention of both of the men, “He’s going to try and make off with your luggage-.”
Before the girl could finish her sentence the feeling of freefalling quickly reclaimed her, her world going black once again. Landing onto a pile of complete nothingness, the girl tried to recollect herself. She was back in the void, her ass sore from falling, and she was no longer decorated in the frilly dress she had found herself in just moments ago. In front of her were three messages. The first said: Level Failed. The other two just stated: Retry or Quit. Seeing no point in waking up from her dream, [Y/N] opted for the former, groaning as the sensation of falling quickly hit her.
[E/C] eyes snapped open. She was back in the airport, sitting on the same bench as last time. As [Y/N] shifted to get up, she noticed something different from last time. Instead, she found herself in a puffy jacket with white and purple diamonds. The jacket was so large that it almost swallowed her and her black silky tank top, black shorts, and chains into it. At her side, the girl noticed that she still had a bag, however, this one was shaped like a coffin with little wings. Opening the bag she observed that her white gloves were still there. ‘Interesting.’ Large platform boots that cut off at her ankle and were riddled with chains, hoops, and safety pins that rattled against the ground as [Y/N] walked a little more hesitant towards Giorno and Koichi. She had gotten thrown out of her dream state for trying to warn Koichi so maybe she was just supposed to go over to him.
“Uh- ah- excuse me?” [Y/N] stumbled, half of her stuttering came from her trying to ramp up the confused tourist look, and the other one coming from just being so flustered by Giorno. The blond turned to look at her and her cheeks only flushed more. Usually, dreams were so cloudy, she could rarely visualize people in their entirety in her dreams. But Giorno seemed so real. He had flushed-yet slightly tanned skin and rosy cheeks. His hair was so golden and delicate it almost looked like a doll. His suit was pristine and had an almost silky texture, the sun shining on it in just the right way. Glittering blue eyes stared back into her own.
“Can I help you signora?” His accent was almost as velvety as his suit, [Y/N] snapped out of her observant daze and rifled around in her bag, praying that she had some money in there. Despite not seeing anything when she shoved her lacy gloves in the bag earlier, the girl was more than happy when she pulled out a wad of lire.
“Do you think you could take me into the city? I have more than enough money to give you so payment isn’t a problem,” she said, flipping through the stack of cash.
“I was getting into this taxi-,” Koichi butted in, [Y/N] looked at him and cursed internally.
“Oh sorry, would you mind if I joined you then? I don’t have a set destination in mind and I can pay the fare for you.”
“Well that works,” Koichi smiled, happy that he wasn’t getting kicked out of his taxi.
“Great, well if you’d both put your luggage in the front, then I’ll start the car,” Giorno started. [Y/N] squinted her eyes, trying to remember what happened next in the series. The answer finally came to mind when Koichi started to load his bag in the front of the car, the girl jolting forward and taking the bag from him before sitting down in the front and beckoning Koichi to sit in the back. Giorno’s eyes widened before adjusting his gaze to the mirror, while he originally had no intention to deliver the two tourists to their locations, with the girl beside him holding the luggage, he concluded that he probably wouldn’t be able to get scammed. At least he could rake up the price to 20,000 lire considering the girl hadn’t heard his proposition to Koichi earlier. Starting the engine, [Y/N] rumbled in her seat a little. Face turning a shade lighter once she remembered that in the Let’s Head to Venice arc Giorno admitted to not having a license.
To say that [Y/N] was relieved when she made it out in one piece was an understatement. She was so relieved to not have died in the car with Giorno that she left him an extra 5,000 lire just to say thanks. Stepping out of the taxi [Y/N] handed Koichi his bag and looked around the street, a little disappointed when Giorno sped off. He’d probably be back soon enough to get a coffee and then hunted down by Bruno. Though she wasn’t exactly sure how Giorno would meet Bruno considering they only met due to him panicking and getting on the train, [Y/N] figured that it wasn’t her problem anymore. She was sure she’d run into him somewhere along the line, now it was just her and the crowded, drug and mob infested streets of Italy. Lovely.
Once [Y/N] counted up the money she had left in her bag the girl was faced with one question: What was the conversion rate for lire again? Italy had been using the Euro since 2002, and Part Five took place somewhere in March… 2001. Shit. If Koichi mentioned earlier in the episode that 180,000 lire was 10,000 yen. 10,000 yen being roughly 100 USD then… [Y/N] groaned. She couldn’t be bothered to do all the calculations and didn’t see why it even mattered. If this was a dream then it didn’t matter how much money she had since it would probably be replenished whenever she runs out or something along those lines. Pushing down the thoughts of math, [Y/N] focused on the ice cream parlor right next to her, quickly popping in, the girl bought an affogato sundae, happily sitting down outside the parlor with her icecream the girl barely noticed a certain gunslinger make himself comfortable in the chair across from her.
“What’s a cute girl like you doing eating all that ice cream alone?”
[Y/N] nearly choked on her spoonful of whipped cream as she finally noticed Mista sitting across from her. Quickly dabbing her lips with a napkin in hopes that no chocolate sauce was around her mouth or nose, [Y/N] made eye contact with Mista. He was wearing his normal blue turtleneck, white cross patterns tangling themselves across the pretty knit, the red color of the neck and cuffs adding some nice detail. A detail that wasn’t shown in the anime was the small dark curls peeking out from under his hat. ‘So he wasn’t bald after all.’ Mista grinned at [Y/N]’s small surprise at his presence.
“Sorry to scare you doll,” he chuckled, “You were just so cute and all alone so I thought I’d sit down to keep you company.”
The girl’s cheeks reddened at the constant flirty comments coming from Mista. To be fair, it was expected of him to flirt with everything and every one of the opposite gender that he came in contact with. But being so close to him and being able to interact with him was entirely different from anything else that [Y/N] had ever experienced. Speaking of being so close, Mista stunk. [Y/N] had thought that she would have known what Mista smelt like, especially with how very audibly Trish complained during her body swap, but nothing truly prepared her for how pungent it was. It wasn’t the smell of cow shit, nor burning garbage, no, Mista smelled like the embodiment of a boys locker room, and by god was it horrible. [Y/N]’s nose twitched as she tried to push down her need to run in the opposite direction and bathe every part of her body from just being around him, instead of focusing on actually formulating a response for the gunslinger, seeing as she still hadn’t responded to his advances. Surely she didn’t have the balls to flirt back, while it was a dream (a very vivid one, at that) but she couldn’t even think of anything that didn’t sound like a horny eighth grader in their first relationship spewing mind-numbingly corny lines to their object of affection.
“I was just enjoying the view,” was what [Y/N] finally decided to say in response to Mista.
“Well I hope I didn’t ruin it for you, the name’s Mista,” the gunslinger grinned, [Y/N] was about to shake her head and respond but was promptly caught off guard by a blond seemingly appearing out of nowhere and grabbing Mista by the ear.
“What the hell are you doing? Flirting while we’re supposed to be on patrol you idiota!” A harsh voice growled at Mista. Studying the blond [Y/N] could almost immediately recognize him, it was hard not to identify Fugo. He stood out like a sore thumb with his bright green suit riddled with holes. Something that [Y/N] found odd considering that when she had met Giorno earlier he appeared to be wearing his manga suit, but the Fugo that was in front of her was clearly in the anime color variant. She didn’t mind the difference between the colors, considering she liked both variants of Fugo, but the inconsistencies of her dreamscape irked her a little. Surely her subconscious would have generated a more consistent world for her to explore.
“I wasn’t flirting!” Mista said defensively, swatting away Fugo’s hand, “I was just making sure she was okay! Her purse got stolen.”
Both of the men looked over at [Y/N], Fugo was waiting for [Y/N] to rat Mista out and Mista was giving her a pleading look, poking the sundae with her spoon the girl showed Fugo her purse and smiled at Mista,
“Sorry that I took him away from his job, my purse got stolen and when he brought it back to me I was incredibly grateful I wanted to treat him to something,” [Y/N] said, it was a white lie and she couldn’t be happier that Fugo wasn’t Buccellati. If it was, she would have probably had to fess up. Fugo studied [Y/N]’s features suspiciously before resting his hand on Mista’s shoulder.
“That’s nice signora, but I’m going to have to take Mista from you, we’re still on patrol.”
“Of course,” [Y/N] hummed, giving Mista a little wave as he was dragged away from her table. Looking down at her now expended bowl of ice cream, the girl quickly vacated the table, and went to explore the city.
[Y/N] didn’t exactly know where to go once she left the parlor. She could head down to the beach, look around the shopping center, or maybe catch the train somewhere else. Trains… [Y/N]’s brain lagged before speeding up, her pace quickening as she remembered the sequence of events in the first volume. If she had spent an hour or something sitting there eating ice cream (something that [Y/N] found highly unlikely) then she might have already missed the tussle between Bruno and Giorno. [Y/N]’s thick boots slammed against the pavement as the girl skidded into the train. Scanning the rain for Giorno or Bruno, her heart pulsed and then stopped. The train was empty, save from some people who were staring at her like she was crazy. [Y/N] dryly swallowed before moving over to sit down on one of the train seats, so she had missed the train fight, or she was a little bit too early. Either one left her more than confused as [Y/N] stared intently out of the window. If memory served her correct, Bruno and Giorno didn’t get off at a definite spot, or at least Giorno had to smash his way through a window to get to Buccellati, [Y/N] didn’t know how frequently trains ran in Italy so she would have to be careful and try to establish her surroundings.
Glass shards caught [Y/N]’s eye from outside the window and the girl immediately went into a frenzy. She didn’t have a stand, so it wasn’t as if she could easily bust the window opening. Opening up her purse [Y/N]’s eyes darkened, just the money and gloves. ‘Shit’. Looking around it finally hit [Y/N]. She was wearing chunky heels that felt like lead. Why not…?
Pulling down the latches and chains, [Y/N] found it better to take off both of the heels so she could run easier. Setting one down the girl inhaled sharply, and rammed it into the window. The pane shattered, making the girl question the safety standard of the train. Setting down the boot [Y/N] ignored the confused looks from everyone on the train, instead scrambled through the window and prepared for impact. A sharp pain hit [Y/N]’s shoulders as the girl skidded, just barely avoiding the glass. [Y/N] thanked the gods for the fluffy jacket that helped a little bit of her impact before quickly discarding it and running down through an alleyway. [E/C] eyes lighting up once they locked onto Giorno’s form. The blond stood in the middle of the alley, just moments away from the entrance, his bright blue eyes scanning the crowd to try and figure out which body Buccellati inhabited.
“The man in the blue shirt!” [Y/N] called out. Giorno looked up at the girl, even more confused. It was the girl he had given a fare to just a while ago, the one that was almost able to predict his moves, stopping Giorno from ultimately scamming the two tourists. He had no clue why she was here, but trusted her instructions, slamming Golden Experience’s fist into the man’s gut, Buccellati was shot out of his body, the black-haired Italian’s brain spasming as he dealt with the recoil from Golden Experience along with the added information of a new person entering the fight.
While Bruno’s brain was working far faster than his body was, he got a chance to look at the girl that had just entered. She was completely barefoot, her legs covered in small cuts and scrapes, her arms were starting to bruise and her [H/C] locks were more than frazzled.
“What the hell..?” Buccellati questioned, staring at the two of them, Giorno almost as confused as him. [Y/N] straightened her silk shirt out and kept her lips pursed, however, her eyes shined brighter than Bruno had ever seen. It was almost as if she was excited to be where she was, standing in the middle of a fight between a mafioso. Brushing down his suit, Bruno gazed at the two with conviction,
“I don’t know who you are but now that you’ve interfered, I’ll have to eliminate you too.”
[Y/N] froze. For someone that had religiously read the manga. [Y/N]’s brain always drew blanks when it came to the first three-ish volumes. While she adored part five, the stand battles leading up to La Squadra always seemed to evade her, which is why it was always a shock whenever she went back and read the manga or watched episodes one and two to see how harsh Bruno was. It was even more threatening considering that since getting into the fray [Y/N] hadn’t seen either Golden Experience or Sticky Fingers. She knew that Giorno had hit Bruno, that was for sure but from [Y/N]’s point of view, she never saw anything emerge to make the impact. Despite knowing everything she could about the JoJo Universe, [Y/N] only had her knowledge and a bag that occasionally gave her what she wanted when she needed something. She didn’t have a stand, which was why she was barely able to dodge Buccellati when she heard the sound of something coming to her direction.
“I’m no longer focused on running away, right now… this is a battle to see who can hit the other one first.”
“Giorno, my stand isn’t a fighting stand, I can call out Buccellati’s moves but that’s as much as I can do,” [Y/N] announced. Giorno froze, he couldn’t remember telling the girl his name, he didn’t know why she was even there. Dryly swallowing Giorno moved in front of [Y/N] holding an arm out in front of her, motioning for the girl to take a couple of steps back.
“You can call out his moves?”
“I know everything that Bruno is going to do before he even does it,” the girl nodded. Buccellati stumbled at the use of his first name, something that just slipped out of [Y/N]’s mouth from habit. Giorno too was a little caught off guard by the assertiveness in her voice, but she was right about his car scam and which body Bruno was residing in so Giorno had no excuse not to trust the girl.
“Come on then Giorno,” Buccellati said, urging the two of them to get closer. [Y/N] took a couple of steps back, Giorno moving away from her as he got closer to Buccellati. In almost a flash Giorno started to hit Buccellati in the arms, Golden Experience going berserk as it attacked the mafioso’s right arm.
“Giorno, he attached another arm to his own! You’re not going to affect him, he’s going to strike in a second,” [Y/N] called out. As if on cue Bruno moved to start striking Giorno, however with [Y/N]’s instruction the blond was able to move out of the way.
“So you really were able to predict my moves signora, well then, what’s going to happen next?”
[Y/N] paused, now that she had changed the course of what was going to happen, she truly had no way that she could predict what was going to happen next. So [Y/N] did something that was starting to become more natural to her as her dream continued: improvise.
“You’re going to give up.”
‘My god, what the hell are you saying?’ [Y/N] thought to herself.
“You’re a good person Bruno Buccellati, you hesitated to attack Giorno and you paused when you saw the injections on the boy’s arm,” [Y/N] said, almost repeating a word-for-word of what Giorno said in the manga when he tried to calm Bruno down. It wasn’t the smoothest speech though, while Giorno spoke with conviction, easily navigating through his words, [Y/N] stumbled and stuttered, trying to remember what exactly Giorno had brought up when he was waxing to Bruno, “You have remorse. You’re a good person. That’s why you hesitated and stopped yourself from injuring Giorno, injuring me to your full extent. In addition to that, you’re confused. Passione has been advocating and cleaning up the streets when it comes to narcotics, but there are still organizations selling drugs. Including the organization that you find yourself in.”
“What..?” Bruno said, staring at [Y/N] with a puzzled expression, his face falling when he heard her declaration of Passione’s narcotics.
“I could explain it more but that’s not the point! The point is that you’re going to help Giorno, and me, betray the boss and take over Passione!” [Y/N] grinned, happy with the ending of her declaration. Both Giorno and Bruno stared blankly at [Y/N]. The girl’s confidence started to slip away as the two stared at her with an impenetrable gaze.
“She's right,” Giorno said, finally cutting the silence, “I’m planning on beating the boss and taking over the city.”
“You seriously want to join Passione?” Bruno said, voice desperate as his brain tried to process the new information. [Y/N] looked up at Giorno, back at Bruno, and then meekly nodded. If this was truly a dream, there would be no repercussions to her actions, so she was all in.
“To control the city, I have to infiltrate it from Naples’ most influential mob so yes,” Giorno said, unconsciously taking [Y/N]’s hand as he tried to make the two appear to be unified in their decision, “I- we, are going to become gangstars!”