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Mista’s muscles strained as he carried the tub of thick syrupy blood to Giorno’s office with Fugo. The boss man could just change the thing into a butterfly and fly it over to his office and would’ve but his father had woken up before he could reach them and as everyone knew, Giorno wouldn’t miss a moment more of the time his father was conscious than necessary.
The man regained consciousness so randomly, but as they gave him more blood he seemed to be waking more often. That was good news for them all. Perhaps when the man could stay awake long enough to get his own damn food, Giorno would be less obsessed with him.
Well, he could dream, couldn’t he?
When they got to the office Giorno opened the door for them before they could even knock. They lugged the tub through the door, splashing a bit of blood onto the floor, and Giorno closed the door behind them. Mista didn’t even cringe. Giorno would change the stains into flowers or something later. The man himself opened the door to his top-secret basement area. It was expansive, big enough to be a storage facility or a tornado shelter.
Before Giorno took over it was primarily used as a storage facility for priceless goods and was one of many. Now the valuables were still there but in the center of the room was the most priceless thing to Giorno. It was his father in an ornate bedazzled coffin. The man was sitting up slightly in his vampiric bed, eyes drowsily half-open. Giorno ran to him. Giorno barely ran anymore. The only time he would was when he was going to his father’s side.
The man was beautiful. Mista could definitely see where Giorno got his good looks. He was all bulging muscles and sinew, all plush lips and sharp glowing eyes, and dangerously clawed fingers, all curly golden hair, full long lashes, and elegant movements. Mista gulped as he stepped out of the elevator with Fugo looking at anything other than Giorno’s father. It really wouldn’t do for what happened the first few times to happen again. (Spoiler alert he drooled over Giorno’s father so much his legs literally felt like jelly and he collapsed).
They dropped the tub of blood next to the coffin. Giorno’s father yawned, showing off two fangs which in any other scenario would be extremely cute on his attractive drowsy face, but now were just a reminder of what he really was and Mista’s own apprehension at being so close to a real goddamn vampire.
The oldest blonde in the room dipped a hand into the tub of blood at Giorno’s insistence. “Father you must eat.”
“It’s lukewarm.”
“I know. I tried to get it warmer but people will start wondering if I begin heating my enemies up like barbecue before killing them.”
“You could just kill them in here.”
“And let them potentially harm you? Never, Father. Now please eat.”
“You could knock them out and then kill them in here,” He grumbled before doing as asked, sucking the blood up through his fingers.
“That’s often not an option, Father. Getting our enemies alive is a rare luxury since most would rather die than be brought back and is also an undue risk to my employees. If it happens that we get an enemy that we were able to bring back for questioning then I’ll let you have their blood. But often when that happens you’re asleep and unable to enjoy it.”
Giorno’s father sighed. “I’ve rarely felt so impotent and useless.”
Giorno’s eyes flashed with a brief hint of pain. “Please don’t say that Father. I’m sure you’ll recover your stamina soon. I’ll be here for you until the end.”
Mista would definitely be able to see it. One didn’t bloodlet hundreds of people, enemies or not, to feed something they didn’t love. It was just too much energy for most to be bothered. It had only been about a year since Giorno had stolen his father’s corpse from the Speedwagon foundation and already the amount of those sacrificed seemed ready to breech a thousand. Giorno’s father had better be the best father the world had ever seen to Giorno or else Mista just might put him back in the ground.
Giorno’s father removed his fingers from the emptied bathtub and licked the blood off, eyes briefly glowing red. Well, Mista could try but something told him he’d be way too weak to even think about fighting Giorno’s father here at his weakest, don’t even mention his peak.
Giorno took his father’s hand and kissed his knuckles. “Father, do you think you have enough energy to stand yet?”
Giorno’s father looked sleepily over to him. “Maybe. Even if I did, I’d rather use that energy to talk to you for a bit longer today.”
“Of course, Father.” Giorno said, playing with his father’s fingers, quietly happy.
Despite everything about the man that irritated him, not least of which was his tendency to hog Giorno’s attention, Mista was happy that Giorno’s father made him so happy. Seriously, a smile from the man could brighten Giorno’s day for weeks.
Unfortunately, the man rarely awakened and even more rarely smiled.