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The question you should always ask is “Will this end well?”

Always ask yourself that. Like, accepting your father’s offer to possess you. Is that smart? Nope. But it happened. It happened to our protagonist actually.

Should you accept an offer from a random white-haired teenager in checkered tights and a top hat? Depends. I did that actually.

And should you team up with your friends who died a year ago in their reincarnated forms? Kinda. They have stands so I guess so.

This is the story of how Giorno Giovanna got possessed by his father’s And a random Japanese student reanimated like 10 people. Oh! And how we started a real bizarre Adventure!

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BANG!

BANG!

“Giorno!” Mista’s voice was fuzzy as the noises of ringing blurred out the sounds around Giorno. Giorno looked around at everyone. At Mista and Fugo, at the man who had just fired a bullet at him, at the two girls standing on the bridge with them.  

Giorno stumbled back a bit, his hands grabbing at the stone of the bridge. His vision went in and out. He had been shot in the stomach. Twice. 

BANG!

And once in the chest.

“ Who shot him! Who shot Giorno!” Fugo said, looking around.Wow. Being around Narancia had lowered his IQ for sure.  Mista on the other hand was frozen in place, his gun pointed at the guy who had shot Giorno. This wasn’t happening. Giorno was only 15, nearly 16! He couldn’t die here and now! Not like this! 

“Mista….Fugo....” Giorno said, choking on the words as he said them. “ I’m sorry….”  Giorno tried to focus on everything but his wounds. Maybe he would live. Maybe today wasn’t it. 

No.Today probably was it. He was bleeding profusely. Giorno coughed, blood filling up his throat. 

His vision went dark and his hearing became distant. 

“Mista ...SHOOT HIM!” Giorno was able to shakely choke out those words before making a choking sound.

Mista snapped out of his daze, and fired 3 bullets into the guy's chest.

GOD DAMN IT! GOD DAMN IT! I-  

Giorno felt the air leave his lungs. It wasn’t coming back. His nose had been broken earlier and he hadn’t had time to-

I’m an idiot…. 

Why hadn’t he summoned his stand earlier! Now he might not have enough energy to even summon Gold Experience! 

Giorno’s vision went black and he felt himself falling backwards. NO NO NO NONONONONO!

He fell backwards off the bridge into the water.

“Giorno! Giorno! Open your eyes! Please! For me?” The voice sounded familiar but yet….

“Bruno?” Giorno opened his eyes, he was still in the water, but he was...Breathing?

“ Yes. I’m right here.” Bruno Bucciarati,former team leader and capo and all together Mother of the squad, was floating next to Giorno. His black hair was still around the length of his chin, he still had his hair braided, he was still himself. 

“ I guess Mista and Fugo are the only 2 still alive.” Giorno whipped his head around so hard that he could almost feel pain. Floating behind him was 17 year old Narancia Ghirga. He looked the same too.

“And Trish.” Giorno didn’t have to turn around to know who that was. 

“ Wait! Narancia? Bruno?! ABBACCHIO?!” Giorno cried, surprised to see his fallen comrades. “W-wait….If I can see you…!” Giorno shifted his gaze to a lifeless body sinking deeper into the water. His body. He was dead...Gone...And he never got the chance to….

“ It's a Joestar. Hooray.” A voice Giorno didn’t recognize said. He turned around to see a man no older than Bruno and Abbacchio sitting, well, floating with his legs crossed. The man had blonde hair, green eyes, and looked quite crushed, both spiritually and physically. The man looked quite literally like he had been flattened and then un-flattened. 

“ They're not all bad, Caesar.” Another voice said. A boy appeared next to the man, who Giorno guessed was Caesar judging by the man's scowl of disapproval. The boy had cherry red hair, lavender eyes, and cherry earrings. They sported a green school uniform and had an obvious hole in their abdomen.

“Noriaki you-” Caesar started to say, before getting a judgement glance from the boy. “Sorry, Nora ,But, every Joestar I’ve seen is foolish, arrogant, and cruel. Just look at-”

“I’m only part Joestar.” Giorno said,cowering.

“ Only part?” The boy, Noriaki (Nora) said. 

“ Yeah-Kiki. You might wanna see this…” Bruno was holding a wallet. Giorno’s wallet. Bruno opened the wallet, revealing a picture of a man with blonde hair, red eyes, and a star birthmark on his back. He had a scar on his neck and his skin looked paler on his head then on the rest of his body.

“ D-Dio!” Nora screeched. 

Suddenly, the water around the six ghosts turned red. Blood red. A face appeared beside Giorno.

“ You want to live, don't you? Let me help you!” And Giorno felt his soul sucked back into his body.

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Mista just stood there, looking at the place where Giorno had been. This was his fault, and Mista knew that he was the reason Giorno was gone. He could have saved him! He should have been able to stop the Assassin. But he hadn’t. 

“Mista,” Fugo said. “ We’re all that’s left of the Team now...” He was right. Mista and Fugo were all that was left of Team Buccellati. Mista stood there for a moment, before turning around and walking away. “Wait, Mista!” Fugo yelled. 

“ Come on. Let's go,” Mista said, not looking back. “ I’ll mourn another time.”

“ Feels like you’re morning right now.” Fugo mumbled. Mista turned his head sideways to look at Fugo. 

“ Wanna say that to my face?” Mista gave Fugo a don’t fuck with me glare. Fugo backed off, muttering something under his breath. Mista let out a sigh. Great, now he’d probably pissed off the last friend, besides Trish, he had. Plus Fugo’s mental state was off its rocker or near and any comment could shatter him completely. 

"I'm sorry, Fugo. This is just so sudden and I don't know how to deal with it…" Fugo nodded. Fugo definitely didn't know how to deal with it. He was on the verge of tears, feeling the last of his sanity begin to crumble. His boss was gone . No one to lead him, No one to help him figure whatever was wrong out. He didn’t expect anyone to know how to help but having Giorno around had been like he didn’t have to. Like his sanity was at ease. 

He just saw the last of his sanity fall of a bridge along with his boss. Now he was gonna have a meltdown at any moment. 3, 2 , 1, Shatter. 

Fugo stumbled over, leaning on a building wall. Mista noticed this and ran over to check on him, realizing what might be happening. 

“ Fugo? Are you okay?” He reached out to touch Fugo’s arm but Fugo slapped his hand away, wrapping his arms around himself. Mista was shocked. Fugo was violent but he’d never actually hit Mista. Something was wrong. Something was really wrong. 

“ God, they won’t leave me alone.” Fugo mumbled, looking down at his shoes. “ It's gone. Everything I knew is just….just…” Fugo never finished the sentence. He began laughing, a madness washing over him. 

“ No, Fugo, please don’t lose it. Please.” Mista watched as his friend slipped away in front of his eyes. 

" Fugo, not everything is gone. You still have me. I know if Giorno was here, he wouldn't want to see you in this state. So, pull yourself together. For Giorno." Fugo started to laugh hysterically. His head slowly turned to face Mista directly in the eyes.

"Oh, but it is, Mista. Everything is gone. And it won't come back." He laughed even more. He layed in a fetal position and giggled. Mista started to go near Fugo, but Fugo hisses at him. Mista backed up a little, seeing one of his only friends going crazy was a lot to deal with.

“ I can’t just leave you here to go mad but if you won’t let me get near you I can’t do anything.” Mista said in a hushed tone. Fugo only laughed. It took Mista a moment to realize he could no longer contact Fugo. He was in his own world and wouldn’t be coming out. Not for awhile. 

“ I better call the others, tell them what happened.” Mista said, taking out his cellphone. Damn it. Who should I contact first? Trish is in the middle of an interview, so not her. Sheila E perhaps...Maybe…

Mista dialed Sheila E, one of Fugo’s closest comrades and friends, and waited for her to pick up. 

The phone rang for a couple minutes before she answered. Mista grumbled the entire time while he was waiting. She finally answered the phone, thank God. Sheila E coughed slightly after answering, which made Mista jump slightly.

"Finally. I need you to get over here. Use the tracking in Fugo's shoe or something. Just get here. He passed his point. Alright. Whatever you do, don't you dare bring Murolo. I can't stand him. Bye Sheila E." He hung up the phone and kept his eye directly on Fugo. This might take a while .

While he was waiting, Mista looked around a little. The streets were empty, the sun just going down below the horizon. Soon the streets would be filled with drunks and hot women looking to get a date or ditch one. For a little bit Fugo’s laughing stopped, being replaced by sobbing, which was worse than the hideous laughter. Mista wondered how such a beautiful person could make such awful sounds. Fugo went back to laughing soon after and Mista wished he would just be quiet. It was nerve racking how this was all that remained of the powerful, mostly unstoppable Pannacotta Fugo, high up in Passione’s lists. 

Sheila E showed up sometime later, a flashlight in her hand. 

“ What's that awful noise!?” She shouted over Fugo histarics. Mista almost didn’t answer. 

“ Fugo.” He said, a deep sorrow in his voice. “ It's Fugo.” 

"Oh god. Hey! Hey! Fugo!" Sheila snapped her fingers in Fugo's face. " Look at me while I'm talking to you! C'mon, Fugo. Snap out of it." She stopped snapping. She looked genuinely concerned and motioned someone from behind Mista to come and help. It was Murolo.

"Really?! You really had to bring this conceited asshole along?!" She nodded and Murolo stood above Fugo. Sheila yanked him down to her side. He groaned. She quickly examined Fugo while he continued to giggle.

"Well, you weren't lying when you said he was beyond his breaking point." Sheila eyed Mista. Her glare made him feel guilty . 

“ Giorno’s dead.” Mista said solemnly. Sheila’s eyes widened. I hope she doesn’t go mad. Mista waited for her response. 

“ Dead…?” She whispered. “ Really? You're not messing with me, are you?” Mista shook his head. 

“ I’m telling you the truth.” Mista sighed. “ Giorno got shot, took a backwards dive off a bridge, and maybe 2 minutes later, 3 maybe, Fugo lost it and melted into hysterics.” Sheila E let out a mournful whale before getting back to what was important.  

"Alright, well. First, we need to get Fugo some kind of doctor. But, how the hell are we gonna get him to a doctor?" Murolo raised his hand and said something before Sheila could stop him.

"We could pick him up!" Mista slowly shook his head, indicating that he had already tried. Murolo shook his head.

"C'mon! Let's at least try it." Murolo said, completely ignoring Mista's warning. Murolo walked over to Fugo, only to be hissed at. Murolo slowly backed away and shoved Sheila towards him.

“ Now I get the asshole comment, Mista.” Sheila muttered. She doubted Fugo would even know it was her. She couldn’t look Fugo in the eye, let alone get close to him. She backed away. She couldn’t do it. 

“ I can’t.” Sheila said, crossing her arms. “ There's no way we can get near him. We might just have to wait for him to fall asleep or-”

“ He had 5 cups of coffee like 2 hours ago, he didn’t plan on losing his mind. He probably would have had coffee even if he did.” Knowing the old Fugo, most likely. 

Fugo always drank coffee. If he didn't, he was angered more easily than usual and his posture was different. Almost like he was a different person entirely. He acted similarly to what he was now. He knew he didn't ever want to see that again. Mista leaned against it and decided to think. He knew if he didn't think, this might end for a lot of people.

 wall, one not close to Fugo. Fugo was still laughing like a madman, which is what at this point he was. Mista put his head in his hands and looked solemnly at the other two sane people. He couldn’t bare to look at Fugo, none of them could, not even Murolo. 

“If only I hadn’t been such an ass that day…” Mista murmerred. Maybe if he hadn’t rejected Fugo just because he had started going crazy, hearing the voices of their dead comrade and parental figure, Bruno Buccelatti. He’d yell at no one who was there and that honestly freaked Mista out.

“I don’t think it will work, Fugo.” Mista turned the other way. 

“Why?! It took me this long and you even confessed to loving ME first!” Fugo had shouted. Tears stung in Mista’s eyes. 

“Just leave it, Fugo.” Mista left the room with Fugo beginning to sob. 

“ Maybe if I wasn’t such an ass Fugo’d be okay…” Mista fought back tears. Mista felt guilt and shame wash over him. God, he hated himself.  He was an ass. He did this to Fugo. If he would've tried to help, instead of ditching him, maybe he wouldn't be like this. Maybe Fugo wouldn't be insane. Mista felt tears begin to well up in his eyes. He hated the feeling. He wanted to throw himself off a bridge or something.

“ This is getting annoying.” Sheila commented. “ Maybe we should just knock him out or something?” She regretted her words as soon as they left her mouth. This was her best friend but she was willing to knock him out? That's not my friend anymore, She reminded herself. 

“ Maybe...But he’d be really angry when he woke up.” Murolo dared open his mouth. 

"Shut up, Murolo! He probably wouldn't remember it." Sheila basically threw the words at him. Murolo jumped a little, probably for effect. Mista rolled his eyes. Murolo looked like he was thinking of a plan, which usually didn't end well.

"Don't...you dare! Think…about knocking...me out!" Somehow, Fugo spoke, but he took pauses in between to get out his laughter. Mista was horrified. He didn't think Fugo was this bad off. He felt shame and guilt once again. He left Fugo at his moment of need. He was a terrible person.

“ Then listen to us, Panny.” Mista had to try. Fugo was always weird about the nickname but it used to cheer him up.  Not now though. 

“ Why...Would I...ever….listen to you..again!” The words stung. Why should Fugo listen to him? He had led Fugo down this rabbit hole and sealed it shut. Fugo’s laughter stung more than the words.

“ Because we’re your friends, if you remember.” Sheila said. Fugo cocked his head to one side and hummed. 

“ What are….friends?” Everyone froze. 

He gone too deep. Too deep into his mind. He had forgotten everything about himself. About his friends. The people who cared about him. He had pushed them aside and was sucked into his mind. 

“ This isn’t good.” Sheila stated the obvious. “ He doesn’t even know us, or if he does, he’s not gonna listen to us because...Because..” Sheila couldn’t finish as she choked back her tears. Because we’re not his friends, apparently, She thought. 

“ Wait, Where's Murolo?” Mista looked around. “ That son of a bitch ditched us!” He felt angry yet happy that Murolo had left, ditching them with the insane teenager who...still has a fucking stand. 

“ Shit.” Mista nearly kicked the brick wall. “ Fugo could still kill us all.” Sheila gulped, realizing he was right. By the looks of it, Fugo knew it too. He was looking directly at them, about to make another weird comment. 

“ I guess you ri-” Fugo was cut off by a dictionary landing on his head, promptly knocking him out. 

“ What the fuck!?” Sheila stepped back. She looked up to see Murolo, smirking. She looked clearly confused on whether she should be happy, or pissed off.

Murolo put the dictionary down and picked up Fugo by his torso. "Well, are you gonna stand there or are you gonna help?" Sheila and Mista quickly grabbed a leg and started to carry him off.

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It was dawn, no one was around except a few shop owners. A body lay soaking wet, drenched in water and blood, on the stone. He wasn’t bleeding out but it stung badly. Giorno Giovanna couldn’t tell if he was alive or dead or both. 

He stumbled, but managed to get up. He coughed, which brought up a little blood. He wiped it off his lip and tried walking. He managed to walk a meter or two before getting in the hang of it. He sighed. He knew he would have to get back to the Passione Mansion.

He trudged to the nearest bus stop and plopped down on the bench. He awaited the bus that would take him to the Mansion. He was surprised that there was a bus at this point. No one really used it at all. Most people, including tourists, walked around Italy. Trains were also popular but walking took the cake. 

“ God, My head hurts…” Giorno rubbed in between his eyes, hoping this would work. It never did. 

“ I truly am sorry about this.” A voice in Giorno’s brain said. 

“Huh?” He said, not realizing he had said that out loud. 

“ I bet you're confused.” The voice was british, sounding loyal and sweet.

“Shut up, Jonathon. No one wants to hear you ramble on.” A new voice said. This one was less british and more evil and mean.

 
“ Oh you're here too, Dio.” Jonathon said, hatred in his voice. 

“ Oh my god...I’m going crazy! I am not hearing the voices of my dead father and whoever you are, Jonathon.” Giorno freaked out.

“ One, I’m also your father,” Jonathon said. “But two, You're perfectly sane, for now. We just possesed your body-”

“ You WHAT?!” Giorno screeched, alerting the one girl waiting for the bus with him. She gave him an odd look before getting up and walking away brisky. Great. 

"Shut up, Jonathon. Again, the kid probably doesn't want to hear you." Dio said. Surprisingly, Jonathon actually shut up. Giorno placed his index fingers on his temples and started to rub them in circles. He couldn't understand what was happening.

"What the fuck happened when I was dead?" Giorno whispered it, to have it answered by Dio.

"Well,you died. Then, Jonathon and I took your body. But, somehow you were allowed into the body with us. Happy, kid?" Apparently, Dio didn't know his own kid's name. Jonathon sighed, which ricocheted all along Giorno's skull. Giorno jumped slightly, yelping for a split second.

"My name is Giorno Giovanna. Dio and Jonathon, right?" He listened for their answer, only to be yelled at by the bus driver. The bus had finally arrived.

"Hey, Giorno! Are you gonna ride or not?" He had a rough, authentic American accent. Giorno quickly got up and bowed. He ran on the bus and quickly found a seat. He sat beside a woman who looked familiar. He didn't have time to think about this right now. Besides, he couldn't hear himself think. All he could hear was Dio and Jonathon arguing.

He so badly wished to tell them to shut up but today wasn’t his lucky day. He didn’t need to add a whole lot of fingers pointing at him, yelling “ officer he’s the loon”. 

“ I bet Noriaki is pissed right now. Not that he can do anything!” Dio laughed. Jonathon let out another head splitting sigh.

“She.” Jonathon said. “ It’s she, not he, Dio Brando.” Dio only laughed, which hurt Giorno’s head.

“ Does it look like I care?” Dio laughed. 

“ I can’t see you so-” It was at this moment Giorno realized something. His hair was covering his left eye but it was too dark to be just hair covering. He quickly lifted the chunk of blonde and blinked. He couldn’t see out of that eye. He’d gone blind in one eye. 

He wanted to scream, but held the urge back. He didn't want to be the laughing stock of the bus right now. He simply sighed as Dio complained.

"Oh, is my kid is blind in one eye? Great!" Jonathon sighed.

"Our son, Dio. At least call him by his name. Giorno, day in Italian." Dio merely groaned. Then, they started arguing again. Giorno sighed and focused on something that wasn't his obviously now blind eye. He sighed, suddenly realizing how tired he was.

I will not fall asleep on a bus. That's dangerous. He could barely hear his own thoughts over the voices of his arguing fathers. He looked out the window, watching as the sun came up. The Passione Mansion wasn’t too far away, or as the bus transport said, The Dream Waters Mansion (clever name Mista).  The team's cover name wasn’t the best but was okay. The view from Passione’s front windows was of the river, the waters, and when Fugo pointed this out, Mista had been quick to go “Dream Waters!” like the smartass dumbass he was.

Giorno’s train of out of control thoughts shifted to the thoughts of his team. Did Mista blame himself for Giorno’s “Death”? How was Fugo holding up? Did Trish and Sheila E know he was dead? Was Murolo playing cards? All valuable questions he needed to find the answers to soon. 

He leaned against the window and felt his eyes droop. He felt sleep try to overtake him. He wanted to let it, but he knew he couldn't do it. He had to be wide awake when he saw the gang. He really hoped Fugo hadn't gone crazy. Giorno had to get him some therapy. Usually, Giorno would just help him with his problems. He hoped the voices he spoke of didn't take over.
“ We can hear your thoughts, you know.” Jonathon said, snapping Giorno out of the daze. 

“ That's good to know.” Giorno was glad they could. Now he didn’t have to talk out loud to talk to these men. His fathers.

 
“ Yes, very.” Jonathon agreed. Dio was silent. Giorno waited for him to start talking but when Dio didn’t, Giorno felt at ease. 

“ Hey, isn’t this your stop?” The bus driver asked, catching Giorno’s attention. 

“ Yes, thank you!” Giorno tried to smile but felt too deflated to do so. He got off the bus and shakely walked to the mansion. He hoped everyone was okay. He knew his hopes were too high. He walked up to the door and rang the doorbell, knowing full well the door was locked. 

"Giorno!" He heard his name echo throughout the doorway. He wanted to respond, but nothing came out of his throat. He couldn't speak all of a sudden. Mista ran over and grabbed his arm, dragging him over to the now awake Fugo. He was in a huge pile of blankets.

Fugo was laughing hysterically, not stopping for breath anymore. Giorno looked over and was deeply horrified. He knew something went well after he died.

"Well, what the fuck's wrong with him?" Dio finally said something, perhaps at the worst time. Giorno groaned and didn't bother to respond. Instead, he let Mista explain.

"Well, Fugo finally snapped after you died. Wait, how the fuck are you even alive right now?" Mista crossed his arms and leaned against the wall.

"It's a long story, Mista. I'll tell you later." He reverted his attention and turned back to Fugo. He knew he had to try and get Fugo back on track. He walked over to the insane Fugo and sat beside him.

"The… fuck?" Fugo said. He didn't question it, he just wanted to know what was happening at this point.

“ Hey, Fugo,” Giorno smiled his kind, award winning smile at Fugo. “ I’m back.” What was he supposed to say next? Fugo’s face looked like Microsoft when it crashed, Giorno could practically see Fugo. EXE has stopped working appear above his head.  

Fugo kicked his legs out of the blanket pile, revealing purple onesie feet and legs. He swayed back and forth, tuned out from what had been going on the past minute or so. Giorno didn’t know why he suddenly felt so mad about all this. He wanted to just leave it all now. He loved his team mates so what was with the sudden mood shift. 

“This guy is really annoying.” Dio commented. Giorno realized Dio now had control over his body and mind. So did Jonathon but he didn’t seem like a threat to Giorno, with his kindness and lack of evil.

 
"Hey! Leave him alone. I'm sure he had to see some terrible stuff!" Jonathon retaliated. Jonathon seemed pretty tired of Dio at this point.

"Dio and Jonathon! Stop talking for one goddamn second!" He thought. He hoped they listened. Surprisingly, they did.

Mista looked over and sighed. He looked guilty. He looked down at the floor and seemed to be thinking. Giorno was curious about what exactly happened when he was dead. He hoped it didn't have anyone to do with their break-up a couple months back. 

“ Well, um, I see plenty has happened while I was...gone.” Giorno didn’t wanna say the word dead. 

“ He broke a lamp and a bookcase.” Giorno jumped, turning to see Sheila E standing in the doorway. She looked shocked to see Giorno and a bit freaked. 

“ What-Oh right, he’s Fugo.” Giorno answered his own question. 

"Yeah, he went crazy directly after you died. He said something about everything being gone and it not ever coming back. I have absolutely no clue what that meant at all." Mista explained. Giorno had questions, but held them back. He knew Mista wasn't in the mood for questions. 

“ Neither do I.” Giorno said, puzzled. “ Insane Gibberish, perhaps? It wouldn’t be too hard to imagine. He should be in a mental hospital” This comment came out of nowhere and Giorno quickly covered his mouth. 

“ How can you say that!” Mista snapped at Giorno. 

“ I’ll be going to my study.” Giorno peeped. Mista’s face was red and Sheila looked confused more now.

 
Giorno bolted for his study and opened it. He locked the door and leaned against the door. He felt like an idiot. Obviously, Mista felt guilty for what happened. Why did he make that stupid comment. He kicked his table's leg. It seemed to yelp out in pain, make a squeaking noise. He sighed and sat down at his desk. Soon, he heard a knock on the door. He heard a soft voice on the other side. It was Sheila E.
“ Giorno? Are you okay?” Sheila asked.

“ Go away.” Giorno said. 

“ Answer the question then we’ll talk about negotiation, Giorno.” Sheila said, promptly. 

“ Yes.” 

“Bullshit.” 

“ Just go away.” Giorno screamed. He heard footsteps fading away. She was gone and now he was alone again. He deserved it. 

“ Dio...You made him say that stuff about his friend!” Jonathon screamed inside Giorno’s mind. 

“ Hmph.” Dio said. “ My son is friends with a nutcase!” 

“ Fugo’s not a nutcase!” Giorno screamed, not caring if it was out loud or inside his head. It worked fine either way. 

“Jeez, kid. Chill.” Dio was getting on Giorno’s nerves on purpose. If Giorno got angry, he could take over and he could finish his plan off once and for all.

I’ll Finish Those Damned Joestars Off,

 Once.
And.
For.
All!

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Fugo was back into his ball, the way he liked it. He didn't understand why Giorno came back. Wasn't he dead? He didn't question it. At this point, he figured it was just his mind.

What Giorno said really hurt for some reason. He knew he was crazy, but he didn't want Giorno to say it. A mental institution? Did all those days where he spoke about his problems mean nothing? He trusted Girono, and this is what he got.

The voices were right for the 50th time in a row. They were right about Mista, about him leaving. They were right about half the team being killed in that battle. They were right about Sheila E and Murolo. That asshole knocked him out! With a dictionary! What irony!

All his tactics for staying calm were out the window. Fugo felt the hot tears pouring down his face. His arms hurt from the cuts the lamp gave him. And the bite marks hurt too. Fugo tensed his muscles and untensed. Do that enough times and they’ll break. Tear. 

Fugo began laughing again, feeling as if that was the only thing to do. Cry, Laugh, Scream, or Try to break something. Those were his current options. He knew everyone was giving him weird looks. So what? They all meant nothing to him now. He felt they never really had. All his past memories were somehow mixing together, making an abomination of his past. The only things that stood clear were 3 things, His Friends, His Grandmother, and The University. 

The Voices decided to make sure he knew about the last one. 

Don’t you remember what happened? How can he forget?!   

It was a somewhat normal day. Fugo attended University at only age 13. He heard the news of his grandmother's passing and demanded he be sent home. He was denied his request. He failed a test that day. He kept calm while the teacher yelled at him. He went straight to the library to study. Another teacher tried to hurt him, sexually molest him. He told the teacher to stop, but he didn't. Fugo lost his temper and beat the hell out of the teacher with his dictionary. He was only stopped by the police.

All that had led to this. His end. Well, his composure's end. He knew he would never have as much control as he used to ever again.

I will never trust anyone ever again. Fugo had made up his mind years ago, making sure he thought about this fact over and over again. Look where that got him! He had made himself vulnerable to the people he thought he trusted and look where he was now! In a blanket pile, laughing his head off. His throat hurt, his eyes stung, and he felt like his head would fall off his shoulders any moment. Yet he kept laughing. The pain of it all felt like a weight.

It felt like hours before he stopped because that's how long he’d been laughing. It was around noon now and he felt hungry. The last thing I ate was…...huh, I can’t even fucking remember. But he knew it had been days at least. 

"Voglio Cibo!" Fugo forced it out. Sheila was around, and she scurried to the kitchen. Fugo sat there, laughing once again. He didn't want to, but he didn't know how to stop. He sure as hell wasn't about to ask. He couldn't trust anyone anymore. Not even their leader, Giorno Giovanna. Maybe that was why Abbacchio hated him.

“ Here….” Sheila handed Fugo a plate of french fries. Fugo didn't care, it was something. Sheila ran off, not another word to Fugo. Fugo didn’t feel hurt at all, except for the physical cuts he had. He finally stopped laughing long enough to eat. As he ate, he felt a random wave of shame wash over him. This was normal at this point, so he felt no remorse. He felt Sheila’s stares but he didn't care. He felt no shame at this point besides the random waves of the feeling. The feeling was used and not very familiar, but he didn't mind it. It made him feel, well, a little saner.

A strand of white hair fell in front of his face and he batted it away quickly. The only reason why his hair was kept like this, where it would fall over his right eye, is because he didn’t want people to know he was. After the “incident” he’d had people recognizing him right and left, thanks to the media, and all he wanted was for people to stop going “ oh your the kid who bashed that teacher's head in”. So he’d kept his hair this way and,like the hole suit, he’d become known for it. The bleach was just because blonde hair didn’t suit Fugo like blank slate white. 

Why am I even worrying about my hair? He sighed, tucking his whole body into a ball of blankets. 

He closed his eyes, trying to catch the sleep he lacked. He couldn't fall asleep. He knew he wouldn't be able to. The voices in his head sounded like a wild animal running around. They would tell him things, most of which came true. He remembered several times where they were correct. Like with Mista and the gang. How everything he knew, was gonna go away for good. And this is him now. A mess in a pile of blankets.

Fugo felt more weight on the couch now and the shift in wait was making the couch sag more. He wanted to know who was there but didn’t wanna leave the safety of the blankets. No one expected him to come out anyways, so what was the point. Fugo couldn’t even realize how depressing this was but he used to know how depressing it was. 

Stop it, Stop it, Just try and sleep! Fugo scrunched up his face and let out a sigh which turned into a low laugh. The hysterics had begun again. He just wanted to sleep.

The person didn't leave either. Fugo scowled, hoping they would understand the message. They clearly didn't. They wouldn't leave until they saw him. He popped his head out. It was Giorno fucking Giovanna.

"Fugo, do you wanna talk? It's just us, ya know!" Giorno seemed genuine, and Fugo wanted to talk, but then he remembered the words he had said. " Insane Gibberish, perhaps? It wouldn’t be too hard to imagine. He should be in a mental hospital!" They were the words Giorno used. They hurt more than ever.

"Why should I talk to you? Why should I trust you ever again? I remember what you said." Giorno looked terrifying. He paused his speech for a moment, seemingly speaking to himself is a hushed whisper. Fugo realized something immediately. He couldn't hold back the question.

"Do they talk to you too?" Fugo said, cocking his head to the side. Giorno looked confused at first until Fugo pointed to his head.

“ How’d-” Giorno was cut off by Fugo’s laughter. 

“ It’s kinda obvious.” Fugo laughed. 

“Really?” Giorno said, shocked. 

“ You go years with them and you can just tell.” Fugo smiled a non-insane smile. Giorno was caught off guard by this. Maybe there was still hope.

"Well, they are, kinda recent. They appeared yesterday." Giorno said, but he quickly changed the subject. He was here to talk to Fugo.

"But, that's not why I'm here! I'm here to talk to you about your voices. What do they say?" Giorno hoped to get a straight answer, not some gurgle of nonsense like earlier.

“ Nothing you wanna know.” Fugo looked away. 

“ But I do.” Giorno was used to this. This was how Fugo used to be like whenever he asked. 

“ No, you don’t.” Fugo began shaking. Was he crying? Giorno thought. 

“ Fugo-” Giorno was cut off. Fugo turned around smiling madly, an insane grin. He grabbed Giorno’s arms, digging his nails into the sleeves. 

“ They tell me all sorts of things!” He paused to laugh. “ Like how everyone's gone! Like how they said Mista would reject me! All true things! Every single-”

Fugo was interrupted by Murolo hitting him with a dictionary. It didn't knock him out, but it did send him into a daze. Giorno sighed.

"Murolo! I was talking to him!" Murolo shrugged. It seemed like he didn't care. Like he was looking for a reason to hit him with the dictionary again. 

"Meh, he's an evil demon." Fugo glared at him and Murolo raised the dictionary. They both backed down. 

“ I’m starting to see why Mista hates you.” Giorno muttered. Murolo ducked his hat and walked off, probably to go tell the others Fugo had lashed out. Fugo rubbed the back of his head, growling. 

“He’s right.” A voice in Fugo’s head spoke out amongst the rest of them. “ You are a demon. You know it. You’ve always been one. Your Mom used to say it, your Dad, your brothers, everyone has. Face it!” 

Fugo plugged his ears and screamed. “ Just shut up!” He screeched. Giorno instantly stood up, covering his ears. 

“What the hell?” Giorno heard Sheila yell next to him. Her ears were plugged too. Giorno used his shoulder to indicate to get the others. Fugo wouldn’t have a voice after this but he was still screaming. 

“ Shut up! Shut up! Just shut the fuck up! Please!” He screamed. 

“Are they yelling at you?" Giorno's question earned a nod from Fugo. His eyes looked pitiful, like he was a dog about to be put down. Like he had watched his best friend die before his very eyes. Like his very existence was pain and filled with misery. Giorno didn't know what to say. Sheila backed away, leaving the two teens to talk.

"They, they talk about you guys. They won't leave. No matter how many times I try to force them out. I even asked them to get out. They said no, and became more unbearable. I can't stand this for much longer. I'll break!" Fugo wailed. He was fully in tears and he looked even more pitiful. 

" He needs a doctor!" Jonathon said, only meaning to help. Dio snickered and commented.

" No, he needs to be killed!" Giorno was disgusted by that comment. This is why Dio wasn't a good father.

 Sheila returned with Mista, Murolo not far behind. They all had their ears covered. Fugo had come out of his blanket fortress and was now curled up on the floor, sobbing. Giorno glanced over at the other three, silently asking them what to do. 

“ Fugo, are you-” Mista started to ask. Fugo’s head shot up, his red eyes piercing everyone's soul. Still sobbing, he stood up. He started walking towards Mista, shaking violently with every step.

“ Fugo, don’t you dare.” Mista said, his tone a mix between asking and begging. 

Fugo reached his hand back and lurched it forward with precision to hit Mista's face straight on. Mista seemed to be dazed for a moment but quickly regained his lost focus. Before Fugo or Mista could do any more damage, Giorno split the two. Mista had his hand on his chin, blood running down it from his nose. His mouth was slightly bleeding, but nothing serious.

“ Why do I feel like I deserved that slightly?” Mista said, still looking at Fugo. Fugo had turned away, making a noise that was a mix between crying and laughter. 

“Cause it is!” Fugo sob laughed. Mista deflated instantly. He knew it but having Fugo say it just made it official. Giorno looked between the two. Seeing this pitiful side of his friends was almost too much. He wasn’t sure if these were the same people who could dance in in unison to a catchy song, who could finish each other's sentences, who could agree that tea was disgusting. 

And then Giorno realized why they couldn’t function properly. Wherever they had done those things, there had always been one more person with them. He realized they couldn't act like they did when they first met because Narancia was gone. He could sense Fugo and Mista knew it too. 

“ What are we gonna do?” Sheila asked, still shocked that Fugo had lashed out at Mista and then made him feel horrible, worse than he already did. 

"Nothing, for now, Sheila." Fugo scowled and turned back for his blanket fort. He made it so no one could see him, because he didn't even wanna look at them, much less himself. He wasn't ashamed, but he wasn't proud of his actions. He felt as though he should've done more.

Chapter Text

Serifina stood on a stone arch, looking over the city. Next to her stood her very close friend Robin, a vampire with a broken heart, and next to Robin stood Kamiya Masago, a japanese school girl with a very powerful ability.

“ Miss, I hate to be frank but why are we here?” Robin spoke softly, her voice like the chirp of a bird.

“ I sense him.” Serifina answered. Robin and Kamiya exchanged glances. 

“ Red?” Robin asked glee in her voice. Maybe not her Red but still Red!

“ No! Lord Dio you 18th century bozo!” Serifina spat. Robin lowered her head, ready to cry. Kamiya patted her friend on the back.

“ So, how is he alive again?” Robin asked, still sad.

“ He’s not. That's the thing. I can’t sense him exactly but his essence, his soul, his very being!” Serifina sounded like an actress trying to perform Shakespeare. She sounded elegant, beautiful, and pristine. If Robin wasn’t still in love with Red, she would have fallen for Serifina in a heartbeat. If they both had heartbeats. 

Serifina quickly turned her heels and leapt off the arch, landing on the ground with ease. Robin looked over at Kamiya, who still got shocked by how Serifina could show off. Serifina indicated for them to follow. Kamiya gulped, putting a hand on her stomach. 

“ Here.” Robin ducked down, making it easy for Kamiya to climb on her back. Kamiya climbed on and closed her eyes. Robin smiled. Kamiya was like her daughter. Like the child she always wanted. 

“ Away we go!” Robin smiled and leapt off the arch, Kamiya screaming the whole way down. 

~

Giorno had been back for a week and things were getting better. Giorno was starting to learn to control Dio and Jonathon, mainly Dio, and make sure they didn’t make him say something that would piss everyone off. He hadn’t slept much, though.

Fugo was starting to trust everyone, even Mista, again. He mainly stayed in his blanket fortress, leaving on occasion for important things, like eating or when Giorno dragged him out to take a bath. Murolo had commented that it was like taking care of a child and had gotten hissed at by Fugo. 

Sheila and Mista had been out on missions, along with the help of Trish. Giorno had the feeling Mista was avoiding him and Fugo a lot. It was slightly uncomfortable knowing that before all this shit happened, Mista would joke around, purposely stealing Fugo’s favorite “ Excuse me but are you Darcy?” Mug. 

Giorno was in his study when he heard a knock at the door. He heard the door open and Murolo calling for him.

“ What is it?” Giorno yelled. 

“I sense her.” Dio said. Giorno was confused on what this meant. Who is “her”? 

“ Some girl wants to see you!” Murolo called back. Giorno stepped away from his desk, heading to the front door. He leaned into the common area to see if Fugo was okay. He was fine, curled up in his little ball of blankets, moving slightly. No laughing, crying, or screaming, just pure silence. It was a beautiful sound.

“ I’m here, Murolo,” Giorno said. “ Where's the girl?” He felt something nagging at his shirt, or rather someone. He turned around to see a girl with white hair and a Shinedown shirt, a pair of shorts and fishnet stockings and high heeled boots, hanging by her feet from the staircase ledge. Giorno’ heart almost stopped with how freaked out he was when the girl appeared behind him.

“ Jesus! Who’re you?!” He gasped, clutching his chest. 

“ Oops, looks like I freaked you out! Haha, Sorry!” The girl laughed, her white curls bouncing up and down. 

“ Again. Who are you?” Giorno had calmed his galloping heart down but was still breathing heavily. 

“ That's Serifina.” Dio said. Giorno ignored this, not trusting his “dad's” sense of judgement on the matter.

“ I’m Serifina Zeppeli, at your service Don Giovanna!” Serifina smiled. Giorno paused for a moment. He was certain he’d heard that last name before, from someone relatively recently…

“ I’m so sad Robin and Kam couldn’t make it.” Serifina let out a sigh, plopping down on the staircase. 

“ Well, if you wish to speak with me, There is always my study.” Giorno said. 

  “Giorno, don’t trust her. She's a player, a cheat. She does anything to get her way.” Jonathon’s voice echoed in Giorno’s mind. 

“ The study would be lovely! You really are kind!” Serifina beamed. Giorno didn’t know if it was Jonathon’s words or if it was the way the girl's eyes reflected nothing, but Giorno didn’t like this girl. He felt like trusting her yet not at the same time. It was odd. 

“ So, Ms. Zeppeli, what do you mean to discuss?” Giorno said quaintly. A force hit Giorno head on, knocking him to the ground. A figure with a half melted face and a quiet spider-like look pinned him down. It was a stand. 

“ Lord Dio, Giorno Giovanna.” The girl grinned. Giorno felt the girl grab him by the head and everything went black. 

~

The last thing they remembered was being dead. Wait no, the last thing they remembered was going to heaven. Wait, NO, the last thing they remembered was waking up to see two strange looking girls standing over them. Yeah, that was the last thing. 

“ Who’re you?” They asked. Robin and Kamiya didn’t answer, instead handing them a note. Don’t trust Seri, she wants to use you! Hide this note, got it kid? 

“ I’m 17, wait 18 I think, yeah 18! I’m not a kid, I’m an adult like Mista became when he turned 18!” They said sourly. 

“ You act like a kid so I don’t think they could tell. The height might be a factor too.” They turned around to see two men they knew very well standing there, crossed arms. 

“ They brought you back too, Narancia?” The shorter of the two figures said. Bruno Buccellati. 

“ Yeah they did, Bruno. It feels strange, being back again.” Narancia answered. “ I mean, I can’t wait to see what happened to our team while we were gone! I hope everyone is okay.” Bruno nodded, crossing his arm. Narancia noticed something different about the two men. Bruno’s hair was longer, not by much, but a little. Abbacchio’s hair was shorter than before but still ponytail worthy. Narancia noticed that he himself had his hair in a small ponytail, an orange scrunchy replacing his bandana. Where was that bandana anyways? And his arm bands were gone too. 

“ Guys, is it just me or are some of our possessions missing?” Narancia brought up. Bruno nodded again. 

“ We have to get out of here.” Abbacchio stated, looking around the place they were in. It looked like an empty apartment building. “ Wait, Bruno, isn’t this your apartment?” Bruno looked around too, and gasped. 

“ Yes, It is! But everythings gone! Even Fugo’s stuff isn’t here. I can still see the hole though.” Bruno said, shocked. 

“ You didn’t expect Fugo to stay here, did ya? I mean, he has trouble with loss.” Everyone remembered how Fugo acted when someone died or he lost something important, he had trouble coping. What was starting to seep into all their heads was that all three of them, the only family he had, had died in the course of a week and Fugo hadn’t even seen it happen, which probably made it worse. 

“ We have to find the others.” Bruno said. The others nodded. They instantly left the apartment, Bruno leading the way. 

~

“ Nora….Nora? Wake up!” Noriaki opened her eyes, coughing. She could still taste blood in her mouth, the pain of the punch. Where am I? She continued to cough, hands over her mouth. She felt a hand on her chest. She couldn’t see who it was, her vision still blurry. 

“ What? Who’s there?” Noriaki coughed. She felt a pain in her ribs, like she’d been shoved into the ground hard. 

“ It’s me, Caesar, from Heaven.” Noriaki could focus on the figure now. It looked like Caesar, less crushed and more modern looking, whatever modern for the 2000’s was.  

“ How come we’re, ya know, not in Heaven?” Caesar shrugged. Noriaki sat up, rubbing her eyes. “ I wish I had glasses. My vision sucks now.” Caesar laughed at that part, earning a punch from Nori. 

“But, where exactly are we?” Noriaki said, sitting up more. She looked around. Well, this definitely isn’t Egypt. Caesar scratched his head as if he hadn’t a slight idea of where they were. Caesar shrugged.

“Looks like Italy, but it doesn’t feel like Italy.” Caesar helped Noriaki up, only for her to fall over again. Caesar did catch her, but then realized he would have to help Noriaki around due to the punch. He groaned, not loud enough for her to hear it.

“ Well, we better get out of here, wherever here is.” Noriaki said, Caesar hoisting her up. Her arm was slung over his shoulder. She gave him a weak smile before beginning to walk, shaky at first but with each step, her strength grew. 

“ Let’s go find someone who can answer our questions. You in?” Noriaki nodded and the two reanimated companions slowly made their way towards the door, hoping nothing went wrong. Who are we kidding. Shit’s gonna go down and we’ll be right in the middle of it. 

“We’re doomed.” Kakyoin muttered. 

“ Well, when life gives you lemons.” Caesar said, making Noriaki laugh. 

“ I see heaven taught you a thing or two.” She was trying hard not to laugh any more than she was. 

“ More like the weirdo’s from this time did.” Caesar smiled. 

“ Let’s get going.” Nori realized they were walking slower. “ We need to find them.” 

“ Who?” Caesar was puzzled. 

“ Buccellati and the other dead-o’s. They probably got brought back to life as well.” 

Chapter Text

There she stood. She was at the mansion once again, the mansion her ‘friends’ earned. Of course, her friends now run the Mafia her father previously did.  She came back to visit her friends, the friends that risked their lives for her. She felt obligated to at least try to visit them every so often. 

Sadly for her, she didn’t know everything had gone to shit. She rolled her pink suitcase along the stone sidewalks of Naples, earbuds in, sunglasses and floppy hat obscuring her face. She couldn’t have people knowing she was the one and only Trish Una or she’d be mobbed with fans when all she wanted to do was visit her friends/family as she called them. When she got to the doors of the mansion, she quickly rang the doorbell. She took out her earbuds so she could hear if anyone was coming to open the door.

“ One moment!” Someone called. She couldn’t tell who the voice belonged to but she had a feeling it wasn’t Giorno or Fugo or Mista, one of the people who answered the door normally. She leaned against the door frame and sighed. Her pink hair had grown over the past year and the pink strands had started falling in her face. She quickly pushed it back up into the hat and went back to waiting, checking her watch every 5 seconds. She wasn’t very patient but she understood her friends were busy people, being mafioso in the new era of Passione. They surely were busy. 

The door didn’t move for quite a long time, but Trish wouldn’t move. She grumbled, but no matter how frustrated she, she wasn’t going to be curt with whoever was to open the door. Soon, the door finally opened up, a girl on the other side. Trish was definitely confused, she’d never seen this girl before. So who was she?

“Hello. Are you here to see someone?” The girl asked, her voice sounded fakely cheerful. She leaned on the door. She looked tired of life, but something felt weird. Something about her felt off, like she was an enemy stand or something, but why would Giorno let an enemy stand in the mansion?

“ Who are you? I’ve never met you.” Trish answered with another question. The girl looked her up and down, a scowl on her face. She was obviously not a fan. 

“ Sheila E. I work under Giorno Giovanna and my teammates are Murolo and Fugo. Now, If I didn’t know you, I’d kick your ass and get you off this property.” Trish liked this girl. Trish smiled, extending her hand. 

“ I’m Trish Una but you, Sheila, Must know that.” The girl nodded, shaking Trish’s hand. The two separated their hands, Sheila letting Trish enter. She, of course, entered, surveying her home. The pictures in the hallway were all hanging up properly, not a single crooked one. She noticed the addition of three pictures, one of Sheila, another of Fugo, and then one of a man in a hat who must have been Murolo. He looked like an ass and Trish took an instant dislike. 

“ So, you're here to see Giorno?” Trish nodded. 

“ And the rest of my friends, yes.” Trish took off her floppy hat and sunglasses, her pink mess of hair falling out of the shoved mess it had been in. It was a little past her neck now and she often wore it in a messy bun when she wasn’t doing anything work related. 

“ So, I’m guessing you don’t know.” Sheila said. Trish was puzzled. Sheila passed the picture of Fugo and she quickly covered the boy's face. “ Don’t look at me like that!” Trish cringed. Was this another kid on drugs? She honestly hoped not. 

“ Don’t know what?” Trish asked. Sheila sighed, still covering up Fugo’s face. She had a pained look on her face, like she’d just received the news of the death of her family members. This can’t be good. The sound of laughter echoed from upstairs. Trish looked up the winding staircase upwords. 

“Wait, is that Fugo?” Sadly, she earned a nod. Trish couldn’t take her eyes off the stairs. How could this happen? What happened? What happened after she left? She took one more look around then walked into the living room, which definitely looked lived in. The couch had a mess of blankets spread across the cushions. They were wrinkled from what seemed like continuous use. One of the cushions was curved in, which made Trish wonder more. What really happened during her time away? Was this where the now deranged Fugo spent their time? She felt bad for Fugo, but what caused them to go this far?

“ Ah, fuck.” Trish exhaled. “ I need a full backstory. Sheila, mind explaining?” Sheila shook her head, the pained look on her face remaining. 

“ Well, it’s complicated.” Sheila stalled. Trish glared at her. She’d seen her friends die at the hands of her father and his henchmen, mercilessly killed, and then her own father trying to kill her. She believed she knew about complicated. 

“ So, Giorno, Mista, and Fugo went to fight this evil dude, I don’t remember his name. I was called to the scene a short while after they arrived. Giorno was dead-” Trish cut her off.

“ Giorno died?!” Sheila held up her hands in defense. 

“ No, No, He’s alive and...well, I guess. Anyways,” Sheila watched as Trish sighed out of relief. “ Fugo kinda went crazy, saying all this messed up, untrue shit, and here we are now, two weeks, well, one and a half weeks later, dealing with him and everything.” Trish had to fight back the urge to let her jaw drop. 

“Damn, I see what you mean by complicated.” Trish placed a hand to her chin, but put it down. “So, where is the rest of the gang?” Trish noticed the lack of Mista’s natural flirty personality. Sheila sighed and yelled for everyone to come downstairs. 

“Oh, hey Trish!” Mista waved, and behind him was the man in a hat from the picture. That must be Murolo. Trish received a hug from Mista, and an eye roll from who she presumed Murolo. She waved at Murolo.

“I’m Cannolo Murolo, and these are my car-”

“They aren’t anything to be proud of, Murolo!” Mista, of course, interrupted Murolo, who was shuffling a deck of cards then put them away in his pocket with a scowl. This was probably a normal occurrence by the way Sheila laughed silently. Trish was slightly confused. Were the cards his stand? If so, then that was definitely not something to be proud of. 

“I’m Trish.” Someone was missing here. Giorno wasn’t here and Fugo wasn’t able to be here due to their sanity. But why wasn’t Giorno here? Was he on a mission? Trish knew the boy was busy, but something wasn’t right. Did something happen to Giorno?

Trish smiled even though it didn’t seem right, but it felt appropriate. Everyone looked weary, tired, unordinary. It just felt wrong. Trish turned her head to the blanket pile. She felt pity deep in her soul. She was concerned about her friends, Fugo in particular. And where the hell was Giorno?

“ Giorno’s upstairs. He hasn’t left his study in a few days, not since that….girl, the one with the white hair, left. Serifina Zeppeli, right?” Everyone nodded, Trish confused. 

“ S-Serifina? Who’s that?” Trish didn’t mean to stutter but the name sent chills down her spine. 

“ I don’t know actually, she just showed up.” Everyone turned to Murolo when he spoke. Trish shook her head, confused. Why?

Her thoughts spiraled out of control. Who was Serifina? Why was Giorno locked in his room? Why was everyone acting so bizarre?

Her thoughts were cut off by a loud knocking and the ringing of the doorbell. Trish raced down the stairs, followed by Mista. They sensed something like a connection. Fugo stumbled after them, much to everyone's concern. 

The boy was speaking gibberish as Mista opened the door. Mista was left speechless, backing away from the door, looking absolutely horrified. Trish moved quickly to see who was at the door. It was the gang’s fallen members, Narancia, Bruno and Abbacchio. Without thinking, she ran to the group and hugged them, joined by Mista. Abbacchio scowled, Bruno hugged them back and Narancia hugged Trish more than anyone.

“Wait, but how? How are you guys here? You guys died…” Trish’s voice cracked at the last part. In response, Narancia hugged her tighter. It seemed like they didn’t even know. At that time, they stopped hugging and started back for the living room, where Fugo was in their blanket fort in the dent of the couch cushion. 

“What happened to Fugo?” Narancia ran over to his former math tutor. He kneeled beside Fugo, but it earned him a hiss. Narancia backed away in horror, the sight of his friend gone crazy too much for him. He covered his mouth. Trish went over to comfort him, but Bruno beat her to it.

“ It’s a really long story, trust me.” The tone of the room was a confused mix of scaredness and glee. Sheila E spoke next. 

“ Can someone else explain this time? I’m getting tired of having to explain.” Sheila looked slightly flustered. Trish could understand this but was slightly annoyed by her lack of explaining. Everyone looked around, hoping someone would explain. Murolo looked ready to but with a swift glare from Mista, he backed off. 

Everyone was now standing or sitting in the living room, no one knowing how to continue. Trish was processing everything now. Her dead friends were back from the dead now. Another friend of hers had lost their mind. Another one who was locked in his study. This was all too much to handle. She felt like she was going to faint. 

Finally, Mista started to explain in perhaps more detail than Sheila. He went into details that sparked slight shock on Sheila’s face. Did she not know this? Trish looked around the room one more time, just to make sure she wasn’t dreaming or something. She glanced at everyone. Bruno had his hand over his mouth, Abbacchio didn’t seem too invested but he did look slightly concerned, and Narancia. Narancia looked like he was forced to watch several puppies die, his eyes were glassy from tears. It hurt Trish’s heart to see her friends like this, and even the people she doesn’t know quite yet. Murolo didn’t look affected at all, but he was fiddling with his fingers as Mista told the tale. Sheila and Narancia had similar reactions, except Sheila seemed more angry in a way. It was like she’d just learned all this.

“Well, that’s basically all you need to know. Does anyone have any questions?” No one spoke for a while. By the look on everyone’s faces, the tale brought sorrow and more questions than before. Trish started to fiddle with her hat, which she’d taken off at this point. The silence lasted longer than Trish expected, but it did end relatively soon. In fact, Narancia broke the silence.

“Wow. I didn't expect that out of Fugo.” Narancia laughed nervously, but no one couldn’t agree. I mean, I didn’t expect him to punch Mista. I'm surprised he even included that detail. Mista just mumbled a yeah and looked at th

“ Well, that sounds very...intense.” Bruno said, not making eye contact with anyone which was out of character for him. Everyone nodded. Trish noticed how awkward this had become but she had no way to make it less. If only Giorno were here, then this would be more normal, by an ounce but still. 

Narancia and Trish glanced at each other for a hot second before both of them looked away. Trish had remembered how adorable and handsome Narancia was but being able to see him face to face again made her realize how big of a crush she had on him. 

Narancia had wanted to see Trish again for so long. He wasn’t a guardian angel which meant he hadn’t been able to see any of his friends. Nori and Caesar were on the other hand and had been telling Narancia that his friends were doing fine. Bunch of lies. They could have at least mentioned my former tutor and best friend was slowly losing his mind! Narancia was trying not to get worked up, knowing it wouldn’t help but the fact that this amount of damage had been done while he was dead for a year, a single year, broke his heart slightly. 

“Wait, who’s he again?” Abbacchio asked, pointing at Murolo. Murolo just sighed and rolled his eyes. He opened his mouth to speak, but he got a glare from Sheila so he shut up. Instead, she answered the question.

“That’s Cannolo Murolo. He has cards, again nothing to be proud of.” Abbacchio nodded. Besides Abbacchio’s question, not much else was said. It was awkward to say the least.

“So, Trish, How’s your career going?” Bruno said. His voice was still the same, which Trish was glad of. She didn’t know how to answer. That people listened to her music and enjoyed it. That there wasn’t a day without someone stopping her in the street for an autograph.

“It’s going good. How’s heaven?” Trish knew the three of them all went to heaven. They all deserved it. Well, some more than others. She hoped heaven was good to them, or at least it wouldn’t be as bad as earth.

“ I guess it’s fine. Better than hell but still not the best.” Abbacchio was the first to answer and of course it was something like that. Bruno elbowed him in the ribs, which looked more painful then it should have.

“ It’s clouds...Lot’s of fucking clouds.” Narancia said. Trish laughed a bit, which seemed like it was the point of the comment. 

“ Peaceful.” Was Bruno’s only comment on Heaven. “ Though we obviously didn’t want to die.” Bruno sided glanced at Abbacchio, who was still making sure he didn’t have a bruise from where Bruno elbowed him. 

“ It just feels really weird to be back.” Narancia said. “ I mean, I think our bodies have aged a little, like if we never died what we’d look like but,” Narancia’s eyes widened. “ Look at Abbacchio’s hair!” Abbacchio looked up at the mention of his name and everyone could see that, indeed, his hair was shorter, a little longer than Bruno’s but still shorter than before. 

“And look at you! You have a fucking jacket on!” He did have a jacket, a pilot’s jacket to be exact. Like if he survived, he’d been a pilot. It suits him, and it made him even more cute. Trish laughed at Abbacchio’s comment, while Narancia started to joke around.

“Well, I look good in it!” He cried as he started showing off like he was a model or something. The room filled with genuine laughter as Narancia strutted about the room. He made silly faces, stupid poses, and laughed way too much. 

“ Okay, I will admit, It’s a fucking cool jacket.” Mista said, trying not to laugh. Narancia bowed, smirking as he came back up. 

“ This just goes to show that I could have gotten a real career!” Narancia laughed. Mista got this reference more than anything and it made him a little sad. 

“ If you never learn math, you’ll never be a pilot, ya here? Or like, any other career besides working for the Italian fucking Mafia!” Fugo had been raging about Narancia passing off doing his homework for 15 minutes when Mista walked in. 

“ What’s all that about? Of course he can be a pilot! Hell, what could you be, Fugo?” At this point, Mista was just being an ass, everyone could acknowledge that. 

“ I don’t know, a waste of space?” Fugo smirked, setting down the fork he’d been threatening Narnacia with. Everyone laughed, even Fugo, which was out of character, and it was all good times. 

“Yeah, though you’d probably get pissed off before you could fly solo.” Mista said, playfully punching Narancia in the shoulder. Of course, Narancia returned the favor but harder than Mista. Mista laughed as the two started hitting each other. Nothing to hurt each other, just playing around. Trish rolled her eyes, joined by Abbacchio in doing so. Bruno smiled like a proud mother watching her two children finally get along. The two boys finally stopped playing around and they started to talk about who they met in heaven.

“Oh yeah. We met a guy named Caesar Zeppeli and a girl named Kakyoin Noriaki. She is really nice. They said they both knew a Joestar.” Narancia said. Wait, wasn’t that girl a Zeppeli? Trish started to space off, thinking about the possible connection between the two.

“ Wait,” Murolo spoke up. He got half questioning looks and half glares. “ What time is it?” Everyone let out a sigh. 

“ Like 6 pm, why?” Mista said, looking at Fugo’s watch, which he’d taken off Fugo’s dresser. Trish was starting to realize how guilty Mista actually felt. 

“ So, It’s time for supper.” Murolo said. “ We all could use something to eat after this shock wave of events.” Sheila gave Murolo a look that said he should shut the fuck up. Maybe that was just how Trish saw it but she was figuring out of the dynamics of this group of people. 

She could tell that Murolo and Sheila had a like-hate dynamic where they seemed to be close enough to poke at each other and jab comments about their appearance or ability and yet not peeve each other into pulling out weapons right away. 

“ Well, what are we going to eat?” Narancia asked. He’d found a mirror and was studying himself in it. Trish couldn’t help but let her heart flutter. 

“Whatever the hell’s in the fucking kitchen.” Murolo said, walking to the kitchen. Sheila scowled, but followed. Everyone headed for that area, even Narancia with his mirror. The only one to stay was Fugo, but that was expected. In his state, no one expected him to go far from his room or his blanket fort.

“Wait are we gonna ignore the fact that Caesar and this Serifina both have the same last name?” Trish said, but it didn’t seem like anyone heard her or even cared. She didn’t ask again though, knowing it would be the same outcome. It made her wonder more. Were the two somehow related? Are they our allies or our enemies? Her mind bounced from multiple different places, from the possible coincidence and the fact her dead friends were now alive again. To her surprise, a zombie like creature came into the kitchen. Fugo opened the fridge and got some food and left without a word, not even an acknowledging glance or gesture.

“Alright, who volunteers to come with me to give Giorno some food? Not you Murolo.” Sheila said at the kitchen's entrance with a plate of food. Trish sighed. She got up and started for the door, but Mista had beat her to it. She took her seat once again. Now, she could talk to Bruno and Abbacchio, who may or may not be in a relationship.

She was about to start talking when Narancia sat next to her. He smiled, making Trish’s heart flutter again. 

“ Oh! Hey, Narancia.” Trish said. 

“ Hey Trish.” Narancia was so chill that it made Trish smile. Well, smile more. She didn’t understand where these feelings were coming from. Sure, she’d thought he was a little cute when she’d first met him. But now? Now she knew she was in love. Maybe not seeing him for a year made her realize how much she actually loved him. 

“ So, Cia, Are they a couple?” Trish asked awkwardly, jabbing a thumb in Bruno and Abbacchio’s direction. Narancia laughed a little and nodded. He leaned in and whispered.

“ Don’t tell anyone this but I think they’re secretly engaged!” Trish’s face lit up with the sense of a mystery. 

“ Really now!” She said dramatically. “ How do you know?”

“ Simple madame! The rings and the gestures!” They both cracked up laughing. Trish bent over, laughing so hard tears formed in her eyes. Narancia leaned backwards, a shrill, girlish laugh escaping the deep depths of his chest. Trish laughed more at that. 

“Ahem, what’s so funny Narancia?” Abbacchio cleared his throat. Narancia gulped, while Trish finally stopped laughing and wiped her eyes.

“Nothing Abba!” Narancia said, but it was obvious that Abbacchio didn’t believe him. He ruffled the teen’s hair and Trish was still recovering from all the laughing.

“So, do you want to go in and give him the food?” Sheila and Mista finally got to Giorno’s study and Sheila seemed nervous. Mista sighed, taking the plate from her hands and entering the study. Giorno was sitting at his desk, his papers were messily stacked in front of him. He was gripping his blonde hair. Mista walked directly over and handed him the plate with a smile.

“Here you go, Giorno. Sheila made it.” Giorno took the plate with a nod then a sigh. There was a glimmer under his top lip from the sunlight. There wasn’t much of that here either.

“So, how’d your meeting with Ms. Zeppeli go?” Giorno just shrugged, which was out of his character. He usually was with a smile, but that was absent as well. Something was off. Did their meeting go wrong? If so, why wouldn’t Giorno say anything? Giorno didn’t eat his food either, but it was his favorite. He liked Sheila’s cooking, so was he just not hungry?

Suddenly, he leaped forwards and bit Mista. Fang-like teeth dug into his skin. The pain made him scream like a girl, a blood curdling squeal. By this time, Sheila had left the door and headed back to the kitchen.

Everyone heard the scream and raised their heads in fear and shock, even Fugo. 

“ What the fuck?!” Narancia jumped up. “ Is that Mista?” Sheila looked sick, nodding as a reply. 

“ Never heard him scream like that before,” Fugo muttered. “ Yet again…” No one was paying attention to this and Fugo quickly shut his mouth, not feeling like speaking was worth it anymore. 

The screams faded and everyone heard the sound of Mista running back. He was gripping his arm, which was bleeding, and instantly ran to the sink to wash the blood off. 

“ What just happened?” Trish asked as she searched around for the first aid kit. She found it and quickly got out the bandages and cleaning alcohol. 

“Giorno fucking bit me! He had fangs and they dug into my skin. He’s a fucking vampire!” Mista said. Trish quickly cleaned his wound and wrapped it. But Giorno was a vampire? How was it possible? Was Mista just overreacting? There was no way vampires are real. She told herself. All she had to do was tell herself that and maybe it’d be true. But she had a feeling that it was true, and had something to do with Bruno, Abbacchio, Narancia and their other friends coming back to life.

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Sheila was confused. All she could do currently was sit and think. That’s all many of them could do. Sheila’s gaze shifted from person to person, trying to figure out what was going on. 

Trish had her head resting on her hand, staring at a picture on the wall. Narancia seemed to be doing the same except he glanced at Trish often. Mista was still freaking out about Giorno supposedly biting him.

Sheila wouldn’t rule out Giorno being a vampire just yet, knowing if she did, she’d feel like an idiot. She looked over at Murolo, who was playing cards and not giving much of a damn, though Murolo had a funny way of showing concern so Sheila just shrugged it off. Bruno and Abbacchio were muttering together, trying to figure something out. Mysterious. Sheila could tell they were a couple just judging on their postures and so on. 

Sheila didn’t want to but she couldn’t help it. She glanced over at Fugo, who was still huddled up in his blanket fort. Sheila felt bad for him. She knew if he was, well, still sane, he’d be here with a theory or two and a snappy comment for whoever contradicted him. Sheila genuinely missed that. 

It felt like everything was going for the worst. Fugo lost their sanity, Giorno was locked in his room with accusations of being a vampire, Mista got bitten by Giorno, and Mista’s old friends were alive now. Them being alive wasn’t what was bad, not at all. But how were they alive again? Was it a stand’s ability? If it was a stand, would they go back to being dead after the stand user stopped the ability? Her main question was perhaps why that girl needed to see Giorno. She must have something to do with Giorno locking himself into his room, but what? Didn’t Trish ask something earlier?

“Trish, did you ask anything earlier?” Trish looked up at Sheila. She took her hand off the table, leaving a red mark on her cheek where her hand was.

“Yeah. I asked if we were gonna ignore the fact that Caesar and Serifina both have the same last name. But Zeppeli might just be a popular last name.” Trish went back to her previous position, leaving Sheila a little shocked. How didn’t she notice it yet? They both had the last name “Zeppeli”, so were they related or something?

“ Actually, I was thinking the same thing! I mean, Caesar never had children, not that we know of but he did have siblings!” Bruno joined in the conversation. “ So maybe Serifina is related to one of them.” 

“ But, it’s odd that they, if Caesar lived in the early 20th century, had the same last name as a man from the 30’s! Odd, no?” Abbacchio said. Sheila, Trish, and Bruno all nodded. Sheila noticed out of the corner of her eye that Fugo had popped his head out of the blankets and was listening in. She smirked a little. 

“ Well, what if she’s just really proud of her heritage and changed her last name!” Bruno said. “ I mean, what if she didn’t know much about her family or was abandoned and found out that she was related to Caesar and his family so she changed her last name or uses this last name for everything!” Everyone nodded. 

“ But what would she want with Giorno?” Trish asked, standing up. 

“ Maybe she is friends with Giorno. Childhood friends?” Mista joined in. Narancia nodded along with this theory. 

“ Maybe she’s a vampire...as well.” Fugo muttered, his mouth covered by his oversized hoodie sleeves. Everyone turned to him, surprised and intrigued. “Just a theory…..”

A good theory. Sheila thought. Maybe she could be a vampire but was it even possible? It didn’t seem like that’d be the answer, but it was the closest conclusion they could draw for now. Everyone nodded at Fugo’s suggestion, and Fugo moved his blankets into a chair Giorno had and sat in the kitchen. It brought a smile to Sheila’s face. No matter how insane he was, he always loved his blankets. One extremely fluffy one covered the boy’s head while less fluffy ones covered the rest of him, leaving only his face on display. His eyes bags were darker than usual, but that was expected from the obvious lack of sleep. 

“So we have two vampires to deal with?! They better not bite me!” Mista said, pointing to the wound on his arm. Everyone laughed while Mista was pouting, even Fugo was laughing. It was nice to see everyone happy and not gloomy all the time. 

Sheila had to excuse herself for a moment, going downstairs to check if the doors were locked. What she found made her even more certain Serifina, whoever she was, was evil. She leaned down to pick up a note on the floor, halfway stuck under the door. She got back up and leaned on the wall. 

“ Can one of you come and look at this. I need to know that I’m not hallucinating!” She got the response of Mista running down the steps and coming to look at the note.

“ What’s that?” Mista asked, pointing to the note.

“ A note, dumbass.” Sheila said, sarcasm being easier than admitting she was scared just then. “ But look at what it says!” Mista read the note and a look of doom crossed his face.

“ God Dammit.” He sighed. “ Just when things were cheering up, we get this.. Warning?” Sheila nodded. She looked down at the note again. 

Don’t Trust Serifina Zeppeli. She only wants to get rid of you all. That’s why we brought your friends back, well, you back if you're the reincarnations. You all have to work together and trust each other or else, Serifina’s plan will work! Don’t let that happen! Even we, her teammates, don’t want to see her ruin Naples or the world as we know it! Please take caution and also, if you meet Juniper Winds, Tell her Kami says hi! ~ Sincerely, Kamiya. 

“ Who’s Juniper?” Sheila asked. Mista just shrugged. She sighed and tucked the note into her pocket, hoping to show the others in a bit. “ Best not to ruin the mood now. We have everyone, even Fugo, being happy. Can you do that, Mista?” Sheila almost never asked her friends to act or be a certain way but right now, it’s all she could hope they would do. 

“ Of course.” Mista answered.
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“Look, Seri, We’re sorry! It’s just-” Robin began to explain but the sound of Serifina slamming her fists on the table made Robin quiet. 

“ First of all, It’ll be dawn soon! You're a vampire, Robin. And second, Where were you Kamiya!” Kamiya hung her head as Serifina yelled. She was the boss but Kamiya saw her as more of a bully. Kamiya hated bullies. Bullies were the reason Yasumi was gone. 

“ Seri, you shouldn’t yell at Kami. She’s sensitive.” Robin’s sweet voice was like a dagger to the tension but Serifina was making the tension worse. 

“Don’t be late next time. We need as much time as possible.” Serifina growled. She hated her temper but there wasn’t much she could do to help it. She also hated it when people were late, it just made her mad. She didn’t mean to lose her temper on people but it happened. Kamiya lifted her head, leaning on her hand.

“Now we can start the meeting.” Serifina sighed. Robin was always in a relatively good mood. Serifina sighed, but she was going to start the meeting.

“Good news. I met Don Giovanna and Lord Dio. The meeting was short.” Serifina started off with that, but there wasn’t much to go after. She was actually curious about what Robin and Kamiya found.

“ I haven’t found much…” Robin backed away slowly, afraid that Serifina would be mad at her. “ I apologize, boss.” Serifina let out a low chuckle.

“ Robin, Dear, We’ve been here for 3 days and I only found GioGio because I followed the pink haired popstar. Trust me, we’re doing something correctly. Some fools, it would take them months to get the information we already have, you see.” Serifina leaned back in her chair, her top hat falling over her face. It was checkered and seemed like it had been fixed multiple times. Serifina never let anyone touch it. It was special to her. “Kami, Tell me what you found.” 

“ Well, for one, I was able to set up 2 or 3 camera’s in the mansion. Now we can watch them.” Kamiya had a computer that couldn’t go anywhere set up in the corner. “ And for another, well,” Kamiya held up her hand to show off a bracelet. “ I know this wasn’t part of the plan but I befriended a family member of the team, one of the ones I reincarnated. The girl I met gave me one of her bracelets.” Kami’s face flushed and Seri couldn’t help but facepalm. Robin had a mixed look on her face. “ No,Robin, I didn’t befriend someone I reincarnated. She was living before!” 

“Thanks, I was about to say!” Robin said, flicking Kamiya’s shoulder. “But what was her name?” Serifina relaxed. She was actually curious herself. Only two of the people she reincarnated had siblings, or at least known siblings. 

“Juniper Winds Abbacchio! She’s so nice, but I heard something terrible happened to her. I don’t know exactly but all I know is that she can’t have children.” Kamiya said. She seemed genuinely sad at the end, like she lost her dog to a house fire. She smiled widely afterwards though, taking glances at the bracelet every so often.

“Wow. That sounds terrible!” Robin said, but her voice sounded so sweet that it made Serifina laugh. She immediately felt bad for it, but she didn’t receive any glares from it. So, it’s Abbacchio’s sister? I wonder if she knows her brother is alive again. Serifina sighed. She felt slight;y bad for the girl. She lost her perhaps only family and now they were alive again, and she didn’t even know. 

“How old is she?” Of course, Robin was interested by it. She perhaps wanted to know things Kamiya didn’t know. Serifina couldn’t see the appeal. Sure she was related to Abbacchio, but what else was there? Or maybe Serifina couldn’t see the full picture. But, she would listen in anyway. She didn’t have any other news for the meeting so it was fine.

“ She’s my age!” Kami seemingly cheered. “ She’s 15 but she looks so cool! She has short hair that falls over one eye and the other half of her hair is shaved off and it’s blue!” Robin was all in, discussing this girl with Kamiya. Serifina got up, not wishing to continue in this conversation any longer. She got up heading for the door. 

“ Seri, boss, where are you going? It’s day time!” Robin was right there in an instant. 

“ I have my umbrella and I’ve been on this earth for 30 years.” Serifina sneered. Robin scowled.

“ I’m 125.” Robin blocked the doorway. Serifina scowled. “ I hate to play the age card on you but if you die then-”

“ I won’t die, Robin! God, I wish you weren’t such an overprotective mother type figure!” Serifina shouted. Robin didn’t move but Serifina could see her chin quivering. Over Sensitive Bitch. Serifina moved her arm back, ready to strike a punch. Robin’s eyes widened. The rubber like tentacles moved up Serifina’s sleeve as Thriller, her stand, appeared. 

“ Look, Boss, I’m sorry, But-” Robin shuddered. Serifina’s fist hit her face and the tentacles expanded, wrapping around Robin’s body. 

“ Enjoy this nightmare, Robin Dearest, cause it won’t be the last one you see.” Serifina pushed Robin’s quivering body out of the way and grabbed her umbrella, walking out the door.

“ Robin!” Kamiya ran to the side of her friend. Robin’s eyes were wide open and her mouth a gape. Thriller was working, obviously, and Robin was seeing unimaginable horror. “ That witch! Why did we ever follow her down this stupid rabbit hole of a plan!” Kamiya dragged Robin over to the couch and went back to her work. Serifina had to be going to the mansion, where else would she go. She had a plan up her stupid sleeves and she was going to try and take one of the group out. 

She walked hastily to the mansion, her step’s pace growing faster with each step. She hated it when she had to use Thriller on her own teammates, but if it was necessary for her, then it was to be done. She’d used Thriller on Robin several times for not listening. She couldn’t remember if she used it on Kamiya yet, but she would be surprised if she had to.

Soon, she came across the mansion, a small smirk appearing on her face. She was here, where Lord Dio was. Now she could do what she was here for. She entered the mansion without knocking, pulling her umbrella closed and leaning it against the wall. She looked around. Two people on the couch, but they didn’t seem to notice her. Idiots.

One of them got up off the couch. She had pink hair. That left the other without an ally. They looked crazed, insane, quite frankly they seemed like they were weak at this moment. Perfect. Looks like I came at the right time. 

She felt Thriller’s tentacles move up her sleeve and around the wall. This would be easy. She entered the room, the person on the couch snapping their head up to look at Serifina. The boy had white hair, like Serifina’s, and menacing red eyes. Serifina would have backed down if she didn’t see him as less of a threat. 

“ Who’re you.” The boy didn’t even ask. He demanded that Serifina tell him her name. It’s pointless to not tell him. He’ll be dead within minutes. 

“ Serifina Zeppeli.” Serifina answered. The boy narrowed his eyes. Serifina didn’t back down. The girl with the pink hair, Serifina recognized her as Trish Una, would be back any moment.

 
“ You.” The boy laughed slightly. “ You’re the one who turned Giorno into a vampire, aren’t you?” Serifina readied her stand, positioned to attack. 

“ I awakened his powers, yes. He was already a vampire.” Serifina didn’t wait for the boy's answer to the newest realization. Thriller lunged out at the boy, tentacles wrapping around the boy’s arms. Serifina let out a laugh. She was going to take out any threat to her plan without getting much blood on her hands. They’d all die of fright anyways. 

She was shocked when she felt a large force punch her in the gut. She was knocked straight off her feet and landed on the ground, her back slamming into wood. 

“ What the literal hell?!” She felt a bruise already forming. Towering above her was a stand, terrifying and, wait, checkered with purple and white? She was confused. She’d seen stands before, very powerful ones, but this one was somehow different. It looked stitched together but somehow worn out. Is this how I die? Serifina laughed under her breath. No, this boy doesn’t seem to have much control over his stand so I’m sure to win. 

“Why’d you come back here? To get Giorno?” The boy’s stand drooled and trembled angrily. It seemed to get angrier by the minute, then something caught Serifina’s eye. Capsules? Why the hell are there capsules on the stand’s fist? Is that its ability? But what’s inside? She knew one thing though, if one of those capsules busted she was done for. She had no idea what it was. It could be a fucking virus or something.

“Answer me!” The boy’s anger was starting to rise, mirroring the stand. The boy demanded the answer, and at first Serifina wasn’t going to give it. She was so sure she’d win that she failed to notice the fact the stand looked ready to punch her into oblivion. She knew she would have to answer. She was screwed otherwise.

“Yes, I came here for Giorno.” Of course, she didn’t have to give him the truth, so she didn’t. She gave him a lie, which seemed to loosen his anger slightly.

“Fugo, Who the fuck is this and why does Purple Haze look like he’s gonna kill her?” Trish walked into the room, immediately summoning Spice Girl. Oh bloody hell! Serifina smirked nonetheless. She was confident enough to defeat Spice Girl, already knowing its ability. Not so much with Purple Haze.

“She came into the house! She wants to take Giorno! I think her name is Serifina Zeppeli.” Fugo’s anger got worse, his stand shaking violently from it. Trish looked surprised and angry. She went to Fugo’s side, well five meters away. Is that its range? Five meters? Serifina smirked. She had a plan, or at least part of one.

“ I thought the house was locked. But I guess not if she got in.” Trish said. Serifina had started backing away, quite literally backing herself into a corner, not that it mattered. This was part of her plan. She still had Thriller out, it’s tentacle’s still wrapped around Fugo’s arms. 

“ Let’s just take care of her. Then we’ll lock the door.” Fugo said, glaring at Serifina. It was only a matter of seconds before he noticed Thriller. “ Wait, what is this?” Fugo looked down at his arms.

 
“ She has a stand, Fugo, and you're already in its grasp!” Trish began freaking out. Fugo just passed it off. Purple Haze shuddered forward and readied to punch Serifina or near her. Serifina’s eyes narrowed and she smirked. Fools. 

“ Thriller. Now.” She muttered. The Fugo and Trish gave her a weird look before Fugo fell to the ground. Thriller had tightened their grasp around Fugo’s arms and had started a nightmare cycle for him. Trish let out a scream as Thriller’s tentacles wrapped around her left leg. Serifina’s plan was going according to how she wanted it to. 

“Heh, fools! Have good nightmares.” Serifina waved as Trish collapsed on the ground. Her enemies laid on the ground, knocked out by Thriller. Usually, she would feel slight remorse, but not now. The two stands disappeared, leaving Serifina knowing she was victorious. That was harder than I thought, but that’s okay. Serifina started out the door. She knew she couldn't stay long because the others would be back soon. They were looking for her. She left the mansion, not giving a single thought to Giorno. She’d just have to get him later. Tsk, better luck next time perhaps.

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“ We’ve been looking for her for 2 hours. I’m starting to think this was a false trail.” Bruno said, looking up to see rain clouds. “ I think we should head back. Chances are she’s going to be setting up deliberate traps just so we think she’s in one place and dumb enough to get caught.” Sheila and Mista nodded. A breeze went through the area and Sheila tightened her scarf, regretting not wearing more than a black and white hoodie and shorts (AKA Casual wear). 

“ You're probably right.” Sheila said. She took out her phone and flipped open the cover, dialing Trish’s number. No one picked up. Sheila grimaced. Maybe she was just away from her phone for a minute. She tried again. No one picked up again. Sheila began to panic. 

“ Is something wrong, Sheila?” Bruno asked. Sheila didn’t know how to answer. 

“ T-Trish isn’t picking up. I’ll try again but I have a feeling something is….” Sheila didn’t know the right word. Wrong? Well, Trish did mention she might not pick up. Sheila instead dialed again. Nothing again. Sheila bit her lip. 

“ We need to get back.” Bruno practically read Sheila’s mind. He called everyone back and they hastily began walking home. 

I’m sure they’re fine. Please let them be fine. Sheila E crossed her fingers. She really hoped they were fine, she really did. She barely knew Trish, but Fugo was her best friend. Even in his current state, that’s what they were, best friends. Sheila’s pace was noticeably faster than everyone else’s but no one said anything. She figured they were too worried to be bothered by her pace.

The door slammed open to find Trish and Fugo unconscious on the ground. Sheila felt her eyes widen and tears well up. She ran over to the two, more to Fugo than anyone. She basically fell on her knees beside them. No… who did this? 

“H-hey, wake up! C’mon you gotta wake up!” Soon, everyone swarmed around Trish and Fugo. The two didn’t look too injured, Fugo was worse off compared to Trish. Trish didn’t have any visible injuries, while Fugo might’ve had a cracked rib or two. Sheila pushed her tears back. They wouldn’t help now, perhaps never. 

“ God, what happened here?” Narancia asked, checking on Trish. No one knew the answer. They’d just have to wait for Trish and Fugo to wake up and explain. 

“ It looks like a battle. Should we take them to the hospital or what?” Mista said. He showed no signs of being worried but under everything, he was probably more worried then Sheila. Everyone was at least a little worried, even Murolo, who was nowhere to be found, though Sheila theorized he was playing cards somewhere. 

“ I’d usually say that was wise but, well, I don’t know. I think we should wait for them to wake up.” Bruno said. He walked over to Trish and carefully picked her up, taking her to her room so she could rest in her bed, not on the wooden floors of the Passione Mansion. Narancia stood up and followed Bruno. Bruno was the only one to return from that venture. 

Sheila and Mista both struggled to get Fugo onto the couch and into a position that didn’t seem painful. 

“ Hey, Sheila, Mista?” Bruno asked as he reentered. Sheila and Mista both raised their heads, ready to answer. “ Does Fugo seem stressed in any way?” Sheila looked back at Fugo. He was twitching slightly and breathing rapidly, like someone was chasing him. Sheila nodded in response to Bruno’s question. 

“ Yeah, he does. Should we wake him up?” Sheila asked. Bruno looked deep in thought but shook his head.

“ If Fugo or Trish doesn’t wake up in 15 minutes, then let's wake them, but for now, let’s see what happens.” Bruno said. Sheila and Mista nodded, though they didn’t understand this logic. “ You see, Trish seems stressed too, like she’s having a nightmare or something.” 

“ Perhaps you're right.” Abbacchio interjected. It did seem like a valid point. Everyone in the current group had experienced nightmares or seen someone experiencing one. 

“Wait, what are those small circles on Fugo’s arm?” Narancia picked up the boy’s arm to point the circles out.  Sheila didn’t know how she didn’t notice before, but they were there. Were they injected somehow with something?

“Hold on, I’ll go check and see if Trish has the same marks.” Sheila immediately ran into Trish's room to check and she did have the marks. She had them on her leg. I have to tell the others. This has to do something with why they’re asleep. She headed back to the living room, well more like she ran.

“You guys! She has the same marks on her leg!” Sheila basically yelled, covering her mouth. She really hoped she didn’t wake Fugo up. Everyone looked at her, even Murolo. He was in the corner playing cards, but he looked up. Well, guess that means he cares even slightly. Later I’ll have to burn those cards.  

“ So, now that we’ve established the fact that they both have the marks-” Mista started. Sheila had to cut in. It was bugging her. 

“ Puncture Wounds.” Sheila said. “ They’re puncture wounds.” Mista nodded, thanking Sheila for correcting him, though it was kind of annoying. 

“ Now that we know they both have the puncture wounds, why do they have them?” This was something Sheila had an answer to. 

“ I think whoever did this had a stand or something that was able to pump a sort of chemical or something to make them fall asleep.” Everyone nodded, knowing this had to be the answer. 

“But why? Why would anyone do this?” Narancia entered the room with Trish. She was awake, barely, basically leaning on Narancia. “ She insisted on coming with me.” Narancia took one glance at the looks that everyone was giving him. 

“ S-Serifina…” Trish coughed. Sheila scrunched up her nose in anger. Serifina. Everything is because of Serifina! This woman was starting to get on Sheila’s nerves. I fucking swear I’ll be the one to beat her up so much she can’t see straight! Sheila had to find a way to calm down. 

“Fuck!” Sheila murmured under her breath. She didn’t think she could calm down, but she had to. Anger wouldn't help the situation. She had to be rational. She didn’t need a replay of what happened last time when she let her anger get the best of her. It ended terribly for everyone.

“Trish! Do you know why she was here?” Murolo appeared behind Sheila from his corner, his cards still on the table. Everyone jumped slightly by his appearance, even Sheila herself. He just stood there, clearly unaffected by everyone's stare. 

“I came in here and she was already in here. Fugo said she was here for Giorno, but I don’t know if she actually took him. I don’t know much. Fugo knows more than I do.” Trish leaned more on Narancia. It was clear he was surprised by his expression. No one said anything about it. They just figured she was too tired to realize what she was doing.

“Do we wake Fugo up?” Narancia was the one to ask. If Sheila was being honest, she didn’t know if it was a good idea to wake him up. Either he would be too pissed off to say anything, or he wouldn’t wake up in the first place. No one knew how strong the chemicals were, but they had to be on the weak side for Trish. But were they different for Fugo? That was definitely a possibility.

“ Yes, that might be wise. Then we’ll know more.” Bruno said. He was taking charge since their legit boss was not there. Sheila could not help but wonder about Giorno. Was he just sitting up in his dark office, doing paperwork or reading? Sheila had started just leaving the food outside his door but he never ate it, which made Sheila worried more than anything. Her attention snapped back to reality when she heard a groan. She turned around to see Fugo, his eyes opened but he looked like he was in pain. 

“ Fugo! Are you okay?” Sheila nelt next to her friend. Fugo sat up, shaking his head. He still looked groggy but something was slightly different. He looked over at Sheila before speaking. He still sounded tired, like Trish. 

“ My head hurts and I think one of my ribs is broken. It hurts….a lot.” Fugo answered. Sheila was confused. She still could tell something was different but what? Murolo was the first to say anything. 

“ Wait, is he acting...sane?” That’s when it hit Sheila. That’s what seemed different! Fugo, for the first time in a few weeks, was actually not laughing, or crying, or trying to punch Mista in the face. 

“ This is a fucking miracle.” Sheila said, shocked. Fugo lay back down, hand on his forehead.

“ I think I have a fever.” He said before passing out again. Everyone was silent for a few moments after. What had just fucking happened?!

“Hey Abbacchio. Can you get me an ice pack?” Sheila turned her head to Abbacchio. Abbacchio nodded and ran to the kitchen. He returned with an ice pack. Mista, to everyone’s surprise, sat behind Fugo and hugged his shoulders. So, he still loves Fugo? Then why’d he leave him? Mista basically laid Fugo’s head on his lap and stroked his hair.

“Here.” Abbacchio gave the ice pack to Sheila, who handed it to Mista. Mista laid it on the boy’s head, which made him flinch and shiver. Sheila didn’t know whether or not to scowl or to smile, but it was way too cute at such a bad time. 

“Thanks…” Mista didn’t take his eyes off Fugo. Sheila finally let herself smile. She looked over at Trish. Narancia looked nervous and his face was flushed. Trish was still sleeping, basically laying on his lap. She smiled sweetly in her sleep. Of course, Murolo went back to his corner with his cards, which Sheila was so going to burn when he fell asleep.

~

Giorno heard the commotion downstairs. He couldn’t bring himself to go down and check. He heard running around for about an hour, someone asking where the thermometer was and then a knock at his door. 

“ Please go away.” Giorno said. He was sitting in the chair near his window, looking out at the sunset through blinds. He wished he could see it unfiltered. 

“ Um, can I come in?” It was Mista, the last person Giorno wanted to face. He’d bit Mista and now everyone knew what had been happening. Ever since Giorno was “possessed” by Dio and Jonathan, he’d started feeling strange. First of all, he felt a strange power, one unlike a stand, growing inside him. For another, his k9’s had grown significantly, making them unreasonably pointy. He could no longer eat Sheila’s delicious food without gagging, like it tasted like rock. Even if he could keep it down, it offered him no energy and made him even hungrier. He had a lust for blood instead of actual food and to Giorno, this all concluded to one terrifying conclusion. He was a vampire now. 

“G-go away, Mista! Please!” Giorno felt his voice crack. He couldn’t face his friends right now, and perhaps never again. Because of that Serifina. What did she do to me?  

“Giorno, I promise I forgive you for the bite thing! Just let me in. We’re all worried about you, even Fugo.” Mista was whining, something Giorno hated. Quite frankly, it was annoying, stupid and childish. Giorno felt conflicted. His friends were worried, but if he went out to his friends they’d be in danger. He couldn’t win here. There was no way to win in this situation.

“ Don’t let him in!” Dio hissed. But of course, Jonathan was going to say something.

“ He only wants to help! You should let him in.” Jonathan said. Giorno felt his head start to ache.  He hated when the two bickered. They bickered like an old married couple. It was weird, but normal at this point.

“I’m fine. Tell the others I’m fine and there’s no need to worry.” Giorno knew it was a lie, but he had too much on his mind. Too much to explain, too much on their plates to begin with. They were part of the fucking Mafia for Pete’s sake! He still had to carry out his duties as the boss of Passione.

“Giorno, we have some, four actually, guests who would like to see you. Old friends you could say.” Who? Giorno was quite curious about who could be there. Old friends? Trish could be there, but there are four people. Who else would be there, and why would they worry?

“So, will you come out?” Mista sounded like a lawyer about to sell his case. Giorno would definitely consider it, but he knew he’d probably refuse. He would just put everyone in danger.

“Maybe. No guarantees!” Giorno said. He chuckled nervously, hoping Mista would just go away. Soon, he heard footsteps fading away from his room. He sighed out of relief. 

He heard voices down stairs once again, assuming Mista was talking to the others. Giorno once again looked out the window. The sun was gone and Giorno could open the currents again. He moved his chair closer to the window and peered out. He tried to focus on one thing but couldn't. His mind wandered to what Mista had said.  What did he mean by that? It’s so confusing! Why is the world so confusing! Giorno let out an agitated sigh. He rubbed his temples, trying to make sense of everything. 

“ Wait, you have friends?” Giorno was about ready to let Dio have it. 

“ Just because you said that, I’m actually considering going to see who they are.” Giorno screamed in his head. It just echoed off in his mind and a headache formed. 

“ That sounds enjoyable, Giorno. You should do that!” Giorno couldn’t say that Jonathan was annoying, but he didn’t like that he was in his head. 

“ Well, I guess it couldn’t hurt as long as I keep it together. Yeah, I’ll go. Just because I’m curious.” Giorno thought. He did it mainly to get on Dio’s nerves, but he was genuinely curious. He couldn’t think of any ‘old friends’ of his that knew where he lived. He slowly creaked the door open and stepped a foot outside. He sighed. He started out into the corridor, slowly trudging into the main room. He looked in before entering the room. Fugo was wrapped up in a blanket, per usual. He was basically sleeping on Mista’s lap. It was absolutely adorable. Murolo was in his corner with those stupid cards. At this point, he kinda hoped Sheila would burn them. Sheila was sitting at the end of the couch, spacing out. 

“Giorno! It’s so nice to see you again.” Bruno said. Giorno couldn’t hide his obvious shock. He watched Bruno ascend to heaven, so how was he here? Now that he took a better look, he realized Trish was sitting beside Narancia, her head leaning on Nrancia’s shoulder asleep. Abbacchio sat beside Bruno. It was surprising that Abbacchio wasn’t scowling, inside smiling. It was weird to see Abbacchio smile after all the times he yelled at Giorno with a disgusted face. 

“Bruno? Narancia? Abbacchio? How are you guys here?” Giorno stepped into the room and walked quickly over to Bruno. He hugged Bruno tightly, like a son who hadn’t seen their mother in years.

“It’s definitely a long story. Mista, care to explain?” Mista looked up, sighed, and nodded. He started to tell the tale, some of the parts Giorno knew but most of them he didn’t. After Mista told the story, he looked back down at the sleeping Fugo. Giorno was surprised he missed so much, but the tale confirmed his suspicions. Serfina had something planned, and she definitely wasn’t a friend.

“ She said she was here for me?” Giorno asked. Trish nodded. She still seemed uneasy about the whole ordeal. “ That’s….bizarre. If she was here for me, then why didn’t she just ask to see me?” 

“ Probably because that was a cover. I didn’t hear the first part of the conversation. That was all Fugo.” She slightly moved her shoulder, indicating to the sleeping boy. “ If he wakes up, ask him.” Giorno didn’t plan on prying into the matter tonight but he nodded anyway. 

“ Jeez, of course things are morbid around here.” Narancia spoke up. Giorno cocked his head to one side, confused as to what he meant. “ I mean, everyone is acting so sad but finally, FINALLY, we’re all together again! And we have new family members! Why not worry about this tomorrow. Maybe do something fun tonight?” Giorno didn’t think the idea was outlandish but he looked around and saw perhaps it wasn’t such a decent idea.

“ The night is still young. I agree with Narancia.” Sheila said, crossing her arms and legs. She was eying Murolo and his cards, a lighter in her palm, not lit of course. 

“ Half of us aren't in the best states though.” This was directed at Fugo, Trish, and Giorno. 

“ I didn’t mean we should go out but like, maybe play a game. I know we have board games, at least I hope! You didn’t throw out our board game stash did you?!” Giorno shook his head, smiling slightly. 

“Well then! How about Uno or Monopoly?” Narancia said. The last time they played either game, bad things happened. Fugo broke their wrist the last time they played Monopoly against Abbacchio. Mista would’ve probably killed Narancia if it wasn’t for Bruno. Narancia always pulled +4 cards on Mista, knowing how much Mista hated the number four. It was funny to an extent. Now, Bruno just takes out all the four cards and the +4 cards out of the deck for safety reasons. 

“How about Uno? Mista will be fine. You know Bruno’s gonna pull all the 4 cards out of the deck so Mista won’t kill anyone...or himself!” Trish suggested. Uno was fun when Mista wasn’t trying to kill you for having a four card. Everyone nodded at the idea, causing Bruno to get up to fetch the cards. Abbacchio followed behind, which made Giorno realize something. Were they dating? It definitely seemed like it. If they weren’t, well Narancia would have a way to get them together. He always was the ‘matchmaker’.

“Yay! Now, who wants to wake Fugo up and tell him?” Narancia said. Mista sighed and woke Fugo up with a gentle whisper to the ear. Giorno couldn‘t help but smile. This was way too adorable. It reminded Giorno of how sad it was when the two split, but he didn’t dwell too long on that train of thought. Fugo woke up rather quick and sat up, his face slightly red. Maybe he didn’t realize what was happening, but his eyes immediately landed on Giorno.

“Oh, Giorno. You’re here and you’re okay! Thank god.” Fugo said. Looks like what Mista said was true. It seemed like Fugo was slowly gaining his sanity back. Slowly, but still. Giorno nodded as Bruno came into the room with the Uno cards.

“ Yay! Game time!” Narancia practically yelled. He was a child at heart and that was hilarious considering he was 18 and 5’5, the shorter of the group. “ I’m gonna win!”

“ No, you ain’t!” Mista smiled, preparing to beat Narancia. Narancia tried to come face to face with Mista but Mista was 5’11, 6 inches taller than Narancia. 

“ Neither of you are going to win...You’ll just uno reverse each other and I’ll plus two you all.” Sheila laughed, joining the fued. Mista pulled out his wallet and slammed 10 dollars on the table. 

“ Wanna bet?” He asked. Giorno looked over at Fugo who was face palming.  

“ Are they... really betting on a game of Uno…?” He asked. Trish stood next to Fugo and nodded. “ Don’t they realize that neither of them are going to win?” Trish shook her head. The two rolled their eyes. 

“Alright, it’s yellow,” Bruno said, laying down the first card. Mista was first so he couldn’t fuss about being fourth. He laid down a card and the game had begun. Next, it was Fugo. He changed the color to green, which made Abbacchio scowl and drew at least four more cards. Then, it was Murolo’s turn. He laid down a red card and leaned back in his chair.

“Sorry, Sheila, but skip!” Trish laid down a red skip card which made Sheila scowl. Now, it was Bruno’s turn. Everyone knew Bruno was competitive when it came to Uno, so Giorno gulped and prayed silently as Bruno laid down a card. It was a plus-two. Giorno grabbed two cards and sat back. It was Mista’s turn once again. The game went on like this for about three minutes before everyone became competitive. Well, except Murolo. He seemed to not care in the least whenever Fugo drew a +2 card on him. Soon, everyone had a bet. Narancia bet an orange since he didn’t have any money. It was surprising that Bruno and Abbacchio even had money, but they did. Both bet about 5 dollars, along with Sheila, Giorno, and Trish. Fugo bet 3 dollars while Murolo bet 2. It was kinda funny in the end.

“Uno!” Fugo cried. He had one blue card left. If luck was on his side, it would stay blue. But, of course, it wasn’t. Murolo changed the color to red and it stayed that way up to Mista. Narancia changed it to green, and sadly, it wasn’t the same number as Fugo’s card. He had to draw at least 3 more cards, making him in third place behind Narancia and Sheila E.

In the end, Sheila won. She got at least 28 dollars and an orange. 

“ She took my orange…” Narancia playfully whined, though it was hard to tell if he was actually sad. Sheila gloated by standing up on a chair and peeling the orange slowly, eating it and then handing Narancia the peel. 

“ I just ate your people. Enjoy their remains.” Sheila said before walking away, leaving Narancia with a look of utter horror. Fugo had both hands over his mouth, trying not to burst out laughing. 

“ That’s my best friend.” He squeaked between his fingers. Narancia gave him a look of amusement and hurt. 

“ I thought I was your best friend, bro!” Narancia said, faking to be offended. Fugo just shrugged and went back to the couch, flopping down instantly. 

Fugo wrapped back up into his blankets and sunk back into the soup bowl of a couch. Murolo headed back to his corner, only to groan loudly.

“Sheila, where are my cards?” Everyone looked up at Sheila as she hid a lighter behind her back. She laughed nervously and stayed close to Bruno.

“What? I don’t know. Why would you assume I know?” Sheila said, successfully getting her lighter into her back pocket. Murolo pointed to the pile of ashes on our table and started whining.

“Well, you always want to burn them, and I know you have a lighter on you!” Now it was definitely hard to keep laughter in. It was hilarious to see Murolo whine. Soon, Sheila E admitted that she did indeed burn his cards. Murolo merely grabbed his spare pack from his back pocket and started to play with them.

“Wait, if you had an extra pack, why were you whining?” Narancia asked. Murolo turned to him and started to explain.

“Well, I just like to get on Sheila’s nerves.” Murolo said, heading immediately for his corner. Everyone else went to the living room, where everyone started to talk about random things.

“ That was a nice change of pace.” Mista said, sitting next to Fugo’s blanketed form. Their relationship seemed to be healing but they both were nowhere near ready to actually be in a relationship of any romantic sort. They’d kinda friend zoned each other but still knew the other loved them dearly. 

“ Yeah. Why have we never done this before?” Trish said. Giorno shrugged. 

“ We used to do this all the time, actually. B.G, of course.” Bruno said. He had a cup of coffee which no one knew where or when he had time to pour himself some. “ Fugo once broke his wrist in Monopoly!” Everyone laughed. 

“ I can confirm this is a true story! Hell, I think we still have the medical bill somewhere.” Abbacchio said, earning more laughter. 

“ I don’t care if I was broke, I still kicked your ass, Abba!” Fugo’s voice came from his blanket pile and you could see part of his face. He was smiling, a hint of rivalry in his red eyes. Abbacchio opened his mouth to retort but all that came out was a yawn. Giorno checked his watch.  11:35 pm. Damn, it was late. 

“ Let’s all go to bed.” Giorno wasn’t planning on sleeping but he was the only vampire here. Everyone else still needed sleep. 

“ Yeah.” Bruno agreed. Everyone but Abbacchio and Fugo nodded. 

“ Don’t tell me what to do.” Abbacchio said. Girono shrugged. Technically, Abbacchio didn’t work for him anymore. He was sort of fired after he died, gently let go as Giorno liked to say. 

“One question. How the fuck am I supposed to sleep?” Fugo said. Fugo was an insomniac so his question wasn’t too strange. Giorno sighed and walked into the kitchen. He came back with some melatonin pills and handed them to Fugo. Fugo nodded and took the pills.

“Thanks.” Fugo said. Trish led Narancia, Bruno, and Abbacchio to the guest rooms. Sheila headed to her room, followed by Murolo. Giorno finally left the room, leaving Mista and Fugo alone in the room. 

It was quiet, a little awkward, and weird. Fugo was drowsy and leaned forward, almost asleep. The melatonin hit him harder than he thought. Soon, Fugo was asleep, leaning slightly on Mista. Mista leaned forward and kissed Fugo on the cheek, then got up slowly and headed to his room. Before turning into the corridor, he took one last look at Fugo. He started walking to his room. 

He passed Giorno’s study and thought about checking in on him, just to see if he was still up. A small light came from under the door, like a candle. The air smelled like Pumpkin Spice candle, which also contributed to the candle theory. But Giorno never used candles ever. He hated the smell. But Giorno was a vampire now, Mista had to take this into consideration. Maybe it’s a vampire thing. Mista decided he didn’t want to pry into it anymore then he had to. He still had the bite marks on his arm, having scabbed over and now looking like acne. 

He entered his room, not even turning on his side light. He took off his sweater, throwing it into the closet, where a pile of 5 or 6 sweaters lay, all crop top sweaters. He lay down on his bed, hands behind his head, staring up at the ceiling. His thoughts went from Fugo, to giorno, to the impending doom and back to Fugo, starting the cycle over again. What are we going to do? 

Chapter Text

Wait, where the fuck am I? Polnareff looked around. He’d been walking around for hours and quite frankly, he was lost in Italy. He was also still a turtle for some reason.  Ever since the battle against Diavolo, he was a turtle. But hey, at least he was alive. That was perhaps the only good thing that was caused by that battle. They lost several lives, and his body, but he became a turtle. It was mostly said if you really think about it.

Polnareff turned another corner to see a familiar gelato stand. He had to be close to Giorno’s mansion. Maybe he could stay with Giorno until he could call the Speedwagon Foundation to come to get him. He had been in Italy for way longer than he thought he would be, a year since the battle against Diavolo. 

Jeez, how hard can it be to find the Passione Mansion! He’d known where the mansion was beforehand but being a turtle was...a tough change. But I’ll be fine with it. I just hope they recognize it’s me. At least Giorno should. 

He quickly, in turtle status, made his way up the path to the looming Passione mansion. It was dawn and the sun was barely up. No one in the house would be awake and how was he even going to even let people know he was there. 

Maybe a window or something? He thought. A back door they left open. Wait, if they’re Mafia members, they don’t leave doors unlocked. Most of them are smart enough to not do that. He slowly trotted up the steps, finally reaching the top just as the sun had fully risen. It was a nice, sunny day, warm and beautiful. 

It might’ve taken several hours to get there, but he finally arrived at the mansion. Now all he had to do was figure out how to get in. He looked for a window, only to have his eyes land on a silhouette. A female silhouette. She was tall, then again he was a turtle. A very short turtle if you looked at it. She had long, flowing red hair that laid on a shirt that had a robin on it. She had small, adorable red robins hanging from her ears. She was wearing a red skirt that matched the robin on her shirt and earrings. Her brown eyes seemed to be glassy, probably from tears. 

“Hey, um, are you okay?” Polnareff walked over as the girl took her eyes off the window. She was definitely crying. She kneeled beside Polnareff and took a better look at Polnareff. She wiped away her tears and sniffled.

“I don’t know if I should tell you since I did just meet you. Hell, I don’t even know your name.” She chuckled. She seemed really sad about something, something Polnareff was going to find out. Hey, it wasn’t his fault he was born a nosy person! He sighed.

“I’m Jean Pierre Polnareff. Now, what’s your name?” She wiped her nose and sniffled again. She smiled sadly.

“I’m Robin, but I’m not sure.” She looked away from Polnareff. Another tear rolled down her cheek. She quickly wiped it away. Did it have anything to do with Giorno, or did she just so happen to stop in front of the mansion?

“ What do you mean you're not sure?” Was she not sure who she was? Did she have amnesia? Polnareff was confused, worried about what this girl meant. Maybe she wasn’t sure whether she was okay or not?

“ I’ve been called Robin for over 100 years but Red called me Caroline. Am I Robin or Caroline? I’m not sure.” Polnareff didn’t know how to respond. 100 year?! Is she a vampire? Polnareff had to backtrack his train of thought for a minute. If she was a vampire, how was she in the sun? Maybe she was fibbing, maybe she was just making up a story. 

“ 100? That’s an awfully long time. I’d be confused too.” Polnareff said. The girl laughed a little, moving her red hair away from her eye. She had a crescent-like scar near her hairline which Polnareff hadn’t seen. 

“ It is. I’ve been 18 for 100 years and every time I try to remember, I just can’t remember. I guess, over the years, I just forget too much. My brain isn’t as good as it used to be.” Robin’s voice just seemed to be sad. Polnareff felt bad for her. She didn’t seem to be lying, so maybe it was a good time to ask her why she was here to begin with.

“I don’t want to seem rude, but may I ask why you’re here?” Polnareff was picked up and put on Robin’s knee. She laughed slightly as she wiped away another tear.

“I don’t really know myself. I was just wandering around and came across this place.” She looked away during the last part and sighed. She stood up, turtle in hand. “Well, I should probably be going home.” She put Polnareff down and waved as she walked away.  Well, that didn’t solve my problem whatsoever. He stood outside the mansion’s door with no possible way in.

He must have been there for an hour or so until the door opened. He looked up to see a girl with oddly familiar pink hair, a little longer than he remembered but he was sure of who it was. 

“ Trish! Trish Una!” Trish looked down at him and her eyes showed utter amazement and surprise. 

“ Pol?!” Trish gasped, picking up the man turned turtle. She carefully held him up so he could look at her. She was beaming with delight. “ Polnareff! Is that you?”

“ Oui,” Polnareff answered. The girl's smile only grew. 

“ We haven’t seen you since before...before the defeat of the narcotics team! You just disappeared!” Polnareff had heard of the defeat, knowing their team was bigger now and had wanted to see them but during some form of outing of the team, Polnareff had been forgotten, lost, and for the last 5 or 6 months, he’d just wandered around. “ I’m so glad to see you!”

“ I’m glad too, Ms. Una, but can you please, how do you say it, let me in?” Trish laughed a little before going back inside. 

“ I was just leaving to get some work done, shopping you know, but that can wait another half hour.” She gently carried him as she ran up the winding staircase to the living space. “ Everyone! Guess who I just found!” 

“Should I go get Giorno?” Mista asked as Polnareff gawked. His old comrades were there, Bruno, and Narancia. There was another man, who Polnareff presumed was Leone Abbacchio, someone who died before Polnareff could meet them. He was definitely tall, taller than literally everyone else in the room. There were three others who Polnareff didn’t know, but he knew he’d know them soon. Besides, the more the merrier right! 

“C’mon, Giorno!” Mista said as he dragged Giorno into the room. Giorno groaned as he was being dragged, a familiar frown on his face. The frown was so familiar, but he just couldn’t place where he had seen it before. 

“Oh, hey Polnareff. I’m sure you already knew most of us. That’s Abbacchio, Murolo, Sheila, and Fugo.” Giorno pointed at the tall man first, then a man in the corner, a woman who was sitting beside the last guy Giorno pointed at. The last guy, Fugo, was in a blanket fort on the couch. After Giorno was entirely in the room, Mista took a seat beside Fugo. Polnareff smiled to himself. I ship it.

“ You know, I’d say this was odd if I wasn’t a talking turtle and hadn’t seen weirder things then this.” Polnareff tried to use a little humor and it worked to the best of his ability. A few people laughed, mainly Narancia and Trish. The others seemed to feel awkward. Figures. 

“ Well, we have a full team again!” Trish smiled. This made everything seem less awkward. Now everyone was smiling, even if it was just a little. 

“ Trish has used her power of not making things awkward again,” Sheila said, raising her eyebrows. Polnareff was already enjoying this kid's company, her sass levels were off the walls. 

“ What a legendary power only certain people can achieve!” Fugo said, popping his head out to survey the room. Trish stuck her tongue out at the two and watched as they kept making sassy comments. 

“ You two might have to be my least favorite people in the world right now, and that's saying a lot,” Trish said, turning her head away. Fugo and Sheila exchanged glances before laughing. 

“ We couldn’t care less!” Sheila managed to make out, tears in her eyes. Polnareff had to admit, these teens sure did tease a lot. Reminds me of Jotaro and Nori back in Egypt. They were throat to throat.

“So, Polnareff, what brings you here?” Giorno said. It seemed to be on everyone’s mind. Polnareff cleared his throat like he was about to start a lecture.

“Well, I needed to call the Speedwagon Foundation and your place was the only place I knew in Italy. I’ve been wandering around for almost a year at this point.” After he finished, it was silent for a minute. Then, several people started laughing, even Abbacchio, who seemed to be the most stoic person in the room beside the young Mafia boss. 

“Wait, so you’re telling me you’ve been wandering around looking for Giorno’s mansion so you could make a phone call?” Narancia snickered. That sent everyone into a laughing frenzy. Polnareff rolled his eyes and groaned. So this is what Jotaro must’ve felt like the entire time during the trip to Egypt. 

“Yeah, yeah, laugh all you want. I’m a fucking turtle! I’m not tall enough for the payphones plus how in the hell would I get the change to even use the payphone?” Polnareff said. Everyone just laughed even harder. And I thought I was immature. Then again, these are a bunch of teenagers we’re talking about. Well, I’m not completely sure everyone is a teenager, but mostly! 

“ Okay, Okay.” Giorno was the first to calm down. “ So, why do you need to call the SWF?” Polnareff decided to wait for everyone to calm down before he explained. This seemed like the correct call because overall the laughter, he couldn’t hear himself think. 

“ I have been in Italy for a few years, wandering the streets as a turtle for about a year, and not to mention I have a job.” This seemed to shock everyone into being silent, though Narancia was trying not to laugh still. “ I wish to go home.” 

“ I mean, leaving you with us is a bad idea so I understand.” Mista joked. No one laughed. You could see the defeat on his face when he realized it wasn’t as funny as it was on his face. 

“ Okay, C’mon, Polnareff. We’ll go call the SWF right now.” Giorno picked Polnareff and walked over to the phone. He dialed the phone and waited. A gruff sounding guy answered the phone. It kinda sounded like Jotaro.

“Here you go, Polnareff. Can you hear?” Giorno said. Polnareff nodded and Giorno waited near the door. 

“JoJo! Um, can you get me from Italy?” Jotaro groaned. Polnareff chuckled nervously. Jotaro reluctantly agreed and Polnareff called for Giorno to hang up the phone.

“So, Mr. Kujo is picking you up?” Giorno said. Polnareff nodded as Giorno carried him back into the living room.

“ Oui, yes, he is. He said it might take a few days but he will come to pick me up.” Jotaro had agreed to pick up the french turtle but he said he wasn’t coming alone. He said he felt like if he came alone, bad things would happen. He was probably correct. 

“ Well, that sounds good. It would also give me a chance to meet him, considering he’s my…” Giorno stopped to think. “ Great Nephew, I think.” 

“ I bet Jolyne’s coming with him.” Pol said confidently. Giorno gave him a puzzled look as he set Polnareff down on the kitchen counter. “ You don’t know who Jolyne is, do you?” Giorno shook his head. 

“ I have no clue,” Giorno said, leaning on the opposite counter to Pol. Polnareff got ready to explain.

“ Jolyne’s Jotaro’s daughter. She’s 7 or 8 at this point, I wouldn’t know. I’ve never met the girl either, only seen photos that JoJo sent me.” Polnareff hoped Giorno understood. Judging by the look on his face, he did. 

“ How much family do I have?” Giorno laughed, though it was a genuine question. “ Up until recently all I knew was I was related to the man in my wallet and that he was evil, but now, now I do believe I have a big family.” Pol nodded. “ Joseph, the old man who called me, Jotaro, Mr. Kujo, the man who sent that guy, Koichi, to find me, Josuke, A police officer in training over in Japan. He reached out but once he found out I was part of the Mafia, he stopped. And then there's Jolyne. I think I’ve heard of her, before you explained.” Giorno stopped again, the same look on his face from before. “ Yes, Yes, She sent me a letter with a drawing of a butterfly. She sounds cool, I’d like to meet her. Mr. Kujo probably wouldn’t be pleased with me hanging out with her though. Sucks but am I correct in assuming?” 

“ Yes, Jotaro’s kind of protective over his friends and family.” Pol laughed at this remark, Giorno getting it. “ Kind of like a wolf protecting his pack.” 

“ A funny way of putting it but I’ll remember that.” Giorno smiled, his fangs showing. Polnareff was surprised. No human had teeth like that. Pol wasn’t sure what to think. Last time I checked, vampireness, is that the right? Well, Being a vampire can’t be passed down so what happened?!

“Giorno! Tell Sheila to leave my cards alone! She keeps burning them and I’m running out of cards!” Murolo whined as Giorno walked into the living room. Polnareff had to hold back a snicker. The dude had problems and he looked to be about 32. 

“Murolo, you are a 27-year-old man. Get the fuck over it.” Sheila said. Polnareff had a hard time keeping in his laughter. It was very funny to see a 27-year-old whine about something as stupid as playing cards. Sheila sighed.

“Fine!” She said. She tossed the pack of cards to Fugo, who then took out a lighter and lit them on fire. Murolo proceeded to start angry screeching as he collapsed onto his knees. 

“MY CARDS!” That sent everyone into a laughing frenzy. Fugo simply took out a cigarette and lit it, receiving a glare from Abbacchio. Bruno, who wasn’t in the room when Fugo started smoking, ran into the room and took the cigarette out of his mouth.

“YEET!” Bruno yelled as he threw the cigarette out the open window. By now, everyone was laughing. Narancia was on the floor, gasping for air. Even Abbacchio was laughing, and that motherfucker never laughs. 

“Oh ho ho, this is so good to me! ” Mista said. He was gripping his stomach. Fugo was giggling under his blankets. There was a slight blush on Mista’s face. I still ship it.

“ Why do you guys always do this to me?” Murolo cried. The answer was painfully obvious but no one seemed to want to say it except Fugo and Sheila, and those two fools were laughing louder than the others. Murolo gave up waiting for an answer after ten minutes, getting up and sulking off to his corner of solitude. 

“ What is the deal with you all doing that? Is it a daily occurrence?” Pol asked, even though he too thought it was funny. 

“ I dunno. It’s some sort of joke that started with Sheila getting annoyed over cards. Fugo is her best friend so he joined in too and now everyone hates the cards.” Giorno answered Pol’s question. Polnareff sighed, thinking he understood. “ That's his stand ya know.” And now he was more confused again. “ Well, not that deck exactly. I mean, I hope not.”

“ He has a stand?” Polnareff should have known. Everyone in this mansion had a stand, awakened or not. Trish had Spice Girl, Mista had the Sex Pistols, Giorno had GER, Bruno, Pol assumed, still had Sticky Fingers, Narancia’s Aerosmith was hopefully still there. They all had them so why wouldn’t anyone else. 

“ We all do.” Yep. I was just thinking that. “ Murolo’s stand is called All Along Watchtower.” Sheila and Fugo seemingly appeared next to Giorno, smiles wide and omenice. 

“ It’s a deck of fucking cards!” Sheila said, her face twisting between wanting to be smiling and a look of frustration. 

“ Nothing to be proud of.” Fugo agreed, straight-faced and nodding. Sheila burst out laughing. Fugo cracked a smile, hiding it behind his hand. These two seem to be very good friends, by the looks of it. Pol thought. 

“Hey! I don't take a lot of damage and I can tell the future! I am proud of my cards!” Murolo said. He grabbed another pack of cards from his pocket and started walking to his corner. 

“Wait, what?” Polnareff was confused. If he had more cards, then why was he whining? Besides, why did he have so many fucking cards on him?

“Don’t ask. Murolo is just annoying.” Giorno said. Oh, that makes sense. Polnareff, without thinking, looking towards the window. There was a girl standing outside, but she didn’t look like Robin. She seemed to be sadder and more childish in a way.

“Pol, what’re you staring at?” Giorno broke Polnareff out of his stupor. He might’ve been out of his stupor, but his gaze didn’t leave the window. Giorno glanced at the window and raised an eyebrow.

“Why are you staring at the window? No one’s there!” Giorno said. Polnareff finally looked away. He just couldn’t wait to go home. Italy was weird. 

“Guess I’m just going crazy…” Polnareff sighed. He glanced at the door and Giorno was right. No one was there. He sighed again and kept his eyes ahead. Every so often, he would take side glances at the door, but that was mostly because he was waiting for Jotaro. 

“So, Polnareff, how does it feel to be a turtle?” Narancia giggled. It made everyone else giggle as well. It was a stupid question, but funny. It reminded him of a stupid joke Nori would make when they were in Egypt. 

“ I can walk again, so not half bad.” He answered. A fair answer but one that earned a few laughs. 

“ If I were to say a talking turtle was the weirdest thing I’ve ever seen, I’d be lying and I detest lying.” Bruno smiled as he said this. Polnareff looked at everyone and noticed their looks of sheer horror at the mention of lying. Sheila and Murolo looked confused. Bruno himself looked a little horrified. 

“ I’m not gonna ask.” Polnareff and Sheila said at the same time. They wouldn’t consider this odd but still gave each other puzzled looks, like they were challenging each other to a challenge of sorts. 

“ Well, since you mentioned it-” Bruno started. “NO!” Everyone else shouted loudly, canceling out what Bruno was going to say. 

“ No one needs to hear that, Bruno, no one.” Even Abbacchio didn’t want Bruno to continue, blowing Polnareff’s mind. 

“Fine, fine. I’ll just tell you guys later!” Bruno said, laughing.

“ NO! ” Abbacchio opted to cover Bruno’s mouth as he laughed with everyone else. He yanked them away quickly though and wiped them on his pants.

“Bruno, did you seriously lick me?!” Abbacchio said, which made Giorno’s laughter quiet down a little, but everyone else’s laughter was so loud that you really couldn't tell. It seems like the licking thing Bruno did traumatized Giorno. It was kinda funny, but then again, Polnareff was a little sadistic sometimes. 

“Maybe…” Bruno said, rolling his eyes. Giorno started laughing as loud as everyone else. 

“Holy fuck, my stomach hurts so much!” Narancia said. He gripped his stomach and complained but he didn’t even try to stop laughing. 

“ You guys sure are weird.” Pol said, knowing none of them would take offense. “ God, Nori would love you guys.” This sparked a new feeling in the room. A feeling of wanting to know more and sadness, knowing this person wasn’t around anymore. 

“ Nori, like Noriaki Kakyoin?” Bruno was past the licking fiasco now and was now crossing the room to Pol, leaning on the counter next to him. Giorno shifted his gaze to Bruno and the rest of the reincarnie’s. 

“ Oui.” Pol said. “ They were good friends of mine, though I knew them for 48 days, nothing more nothing less.” Polnareff didn’t want to sound sad but he was. Nori was a kind soul, a bright boy with a future ahead of him. And yes, everyone knew he had a giant crush on Jotaro but never, to Pol’s knowledge, got to tell him.

“ Should have guessed. She called you the “ Cylinder haired french dude who joined us on our mission to save JoJo’s Mom.” Narancia had stopped laughing, still gripping his stomach. He slowly made his way over to the conversation, everyone grouping around Polnareff like a grandpa telling a tale of olden days. 

“ She?” Polnareff was confused. Had he just heard them wrong or did Narancia refer to Nori as She?

“Yeah, she’s trans. Too bad she couldn’t tell Jotaro how she felt. But Caesar seems to really hate the “Joestars”.” Narancia. That was definitely news to Polnareff. Nori didn’t tell anyone that he was trans. Well, I guess she. But Caesar, the name rang a bell. There was Caesar that Joseph used to talk about. Everyone suspected that it was a lost love, but it was never confirmed.

“Wait, Caesar Zeppeli? Mr. Joestar used to talk about him all the time!” Polnareff chuckled. It seemed like the man Joseph respected so much seemed to hate him. 

“Oh, you mean Joseph Joestar? Apparently, he’s the reason Caesar died or something.” Bruno said. Abbacchio, somehow, had a glass of wine in his hand and was sipping it. Did this dude always have wine?

“Abbacchio, where the fuck did you get that wineglass?” Sheila asked. Fugo nudged her in the side and whispered loudly.

“Don’t question it. I think he’s a witch who can just magically conjure it up.” That sent Narancia into another laughing fit, which in itself was funny.

“Um, I went to the kitchen and poured myself a glass of wine,” Abbacchio said, not denying Fugo’s claim. 

“ Back to the Joestars.” Bruno waved a hand. This was the first time Bruno didn’t warn Abbacchio about having wine. One glass always followed another and soon he would be drunk. “ Caesar does hate Joestar’s, in a way. He might just be venting but, if he really does, that's unfortunate.”  

“ How so?” Okay. This is officially a conversation. Polnareff thought. If he wasn’t a turtle, he would have shrugged. 

“ Giorno’s a Joestar.” Was all Fugo said. Everyone was confused on how he knew that until he held up a drawing. A cute pink and purple butterfly. 

“ H-How’d you get that!” Giorno was mad but not enough to inflict damage. Fugo neatly smoothed out the crumpled edges and handed it to Giorno. 

“ It was in my trash can in my room.” Fugo said kindly. Giorno grabbed the picture and held it to his chest. 

“ Why was it there?” Giorno asked at the same time Murolo asked “ You have a room?” Fugo sighed, moving more into the circle of conversation. 

“ I don’t have an answer for you, sorry.” Giorno couldn’t understand. None of them had been in his office, where he hung up the picture, and even so, no one would have thrown away this. None of them with that evil, just mildly chaotic. It had to have been him. He had to have been the one to throw it away. His office and bedroom were the rooms that bordered Fugo’s, so if he was exiting his office, he could have easily thrown it away and vice versa. 

“ D-Did I do this?” Giorno was quiet. Polnareff didn’t like how the room kept shifting emotion. It was stressful! 

“ Giorno, I’m sure if you did, you didn’t mean to,” Trish said softly. Everyone else nodded. This just made it worse. 

“ I have to go,” Giorno said. He handed the picture back to Fugo, who looked puzzled and walked to his study. What was happening to him? He couldn’t comprehend what was happening. He couldn’t blame this one on puberty. 

“So, erm, this got awkward fast,” Polnareff said. It was deathly silent as all the laughter had faded away after Giorno left the room. It stayed in uncanny silence. 

~

Giorno closed the door and leaned against it. He sighed. How did Fugo get that picture?

“ What the fuck was that Giorno? Why is Polnareff a turtle?” Dio asked.

“ Wait, who’s Polnareff? I would also like to know why he’s a turtle.” Jonathan asked. Giorno groaned. He’d been dealing with these two nonstop ever since they played UNO. They kept arguing and bickering and it was starting to piss him off. 

“Can you guys be quiet for one second?!” Giorno yelled into his mind. It made the two voices silent for a while. The silence was much appreciated, well until they started back at it.

Giorno slowly made his way to his desk, praying that this was all a nightmare. He placed his head in his hands and let everything that had built up over the past few days, with everything that had happened, he wasn’t sure he was awake. It was so outlandish but possible. A stand could have revived Bruno, Abbacchio, and Narancia. He already knew it wasn’t Serifina. She must have teammates. He had never fully considered this but now it seemed like the only possibility. 

Tears rolled down his face as he thought, though he barely paid attention to them, wiping them away with his sleeve. He’d been wearing the same suit for two, maybe three, days now but none of that mattered. He’d change after he was done thinking. 

Dio and Jonathan were still bickering, discussing some things Giorno felt he had no say in. He just wanted them to leave him alone. He now knew how Fugo probably felt, trapped in a circle of voices telling you what to do, what to say, how to react when something bad happened, controlling every aspect of you until finally, you're nothing but an empty shell of a human you’d once been.

 It was all so crazy, devastatingly insane, to think he, Giorno Giovanna, was being controlled by two people he never wanted in his life, never needed. He prayed when he was younger that his real dad would show up, take him away from his cruel mom and stepfather, take him where no one could reach him. His only savior from that time had been Ana, his older but not by much sister. 

Ana! His thoughts rushed to his equally golden-haired sister. He sniffled a little before getting up. He had to reach Ana. She’d know what was going on! She was always saying how brilliant she was. 

“ Who’s Ana?” Jonathan asked. Giorno didn’t know how he’d possibly forgotten about these thorns in his side, well, head. He sighed before explaining. 

“ Ana’s my sister, older by three months. She’s kinda a guardian angel, I mean, she’s nice even if she acts like a rebellious punk.” Giorno said, sitting on the edge of his desk, suddenly not feeling ready to go downstairs, not willing to face his friends and comrades in a state like this. 

He could call Ana later, it wasn’t too important. He awaited Jonathan or Dio’s remark to his sister. 

“ I have two children?! God, Why did I do it with so many women!” Dio heatedly. Giorno sighed. This man was really his father? How had he turned out so nice? He’d assumed he got his kind genes from somewhere, his sense of confidence, even if it was just a shell, from someone! Maybe he got it from Jonathan. Maybe there was still hope for that neck of the woods. 

He sighed, ready to fight back. “You couldn’t have come back to life, even if you're stuck as the voice in my head if I wasn’t born!” He said, fighting back with logic. 

“Please, Giorno, you think I, DIO, wouldn’t have found a way to come back even if you weren’t conceived.” Giorno didn’t like this conversation but he would fight back. He couldn’t let Dio have a victory over a mental battle. 

“ Hmph. Fine, if you could come back any other way, get out of my head!” Giorno fumed. 

“ I said I could, not that I wish to. You can’t get rid of me that easy, Giorno.” And like that, Giorno felt a severe pain wash over his head. It ran through his entire body. He tensed, closing his eyes tightly and letting out a wail. It was an odd sensation, an odd one. 

Before anything more could happen, someone knocked on his door. He had a feeling it wasn’t Mista but he couldn’t move to open the door. 

“ Come in!” He struggled out. The door wasn’t locked, even though he could have sworn he’d locked it. Fugo entered, softly closing the door. 

“ You okay?” He asked. Giorno managed to nod. Fugo smiled a little. “ You're lying but I’ll take it.”

“ Why are you here? You should be hanging out with the others downstairs. That's more interesting than talking to me.” Giorno said. Fugo laughed slightly. 

“ I’d rather be up here than watching Sheila and Narancia get in a rap battle. She’s gonna win.” Fugo said, leaning up against the desk as well. 

“Ah. So do you need anything?” Giorno could hear the two voices arguing again, but since Fugo was here, he couldn’t yell at them to be quiet. He would just have to push through.

“Do they still talk to you? Is that why you left? So you could get them under control?” Fugo’s question confused Giorno for a moment until he remembered something. He had told Fugo that he had these voices when he had asked about a week ago.

“Y-yeah..” He admitted it. He had a feeling Fugo would understand that he needed time to get his fathers to be quiet.

“Giorno, I think you should go take a shower. You’re wearing the same suit from two days ago. You almost never wear the same suit two days in a row, much less three. I’ll leave so you can freshen up.” Fugo turned to the door and started to twist the knob.

“Wait, you’ve been calmer lately. Are yours under control? How can I get mine under control?” Fugo stopped in the doorway and looked Giorno dead in the eye. He sighed.

“You can’t I guess you get used to them being there and talking non-stop that you just seem calm, even though your mind is chaotic.” Fugo then left the room, leaving Giorno speechless.

 “Oh fuck!” Giorno kicked the corner of his desk then sighed. Fugo was right, he did need to freshen up. He also needed to figure out how to get rid of these voices. Fugo said that he would get used to them eventually, but he didn’t want that. He didn’t want them to talk. He wanted them gone.

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Mista sat at the counter, watching Narancia and Sheila try to out rap each other. It was funny to watch Narancia get more and more defeated but at the same time Sheila getting more exasperated. Mista had to admit, Sheila could spit some serious verses.

He looked back over his shoulder as Fugo reentered the kitchen and walked towards the fridge. He poured himself a glass of milk before sitting down next to Mista. 

“ Hey, where’d ya go?” Mista asked. Fugo finished his glass of milk before answering. 

“ I went to go check on Giorno.” He answered calmly. Mista nodded and the conversation ended. It was awkward. 

Sheila and Narancia finished their rap battle, Sheila being victorious. 

“ I can’t believe you won.” Narancia pouted as Sheila gloated over her victory to Fugo. Mista and Narancia would just have to figure out how to get her back for beating Narancia at his best sport. 

“ I won because I’ve had practice.” Sheila said, laughing in Narancia’s face. Mista just spaced off at this point. He didn’t see the point in listening in on the conversation now, considering it was Narancia asking for a rematch. 

“Mista. MISTA!” Narancia shook his arm as he whined. “Tell her I can rap!” Mista laughed and rolled his eyes. No matter how much Narancia’s stupid rap got on his nerves, he was glad it was back.

“Narancia can rap.”Mista said sarcastically. Narancia didn't seem to notice as he started to join Sheila and her gloating.

“See? I can rap!” Narancia said.

“Yeah, but not as well as me!” Sheila said, gesturing to herself. Fugo laughed a little, which made Mista smile. He still loved Fugo’s laugh and his smile. Nothing would ever change that. 

Still, he regretted his past decisions in abandoning Fugo. Fugo had needed him, needed something stable, a relationship with someone who cared and loved him, and Mista had been scared. He still didn’t understand what made him act the way he did back then but he had rejected Fugo’s confession of love and it seemed it all led back to this, everything that happened. 

Giorno being a vampire was a problem yes, but Fugo going crazy had shaken the entirety of Passione’s higher ups forever. 

“Why’re we here to watch these two argue about who can rap better?” Fugo laughed. It seemed to be directed at Mista, which made him feel a little awkward. He didn’t even know why he felt awkward around Fugo. Fugo was his friend, even if he harbored some romantic feelings about the blond. 

“I dunno. I think it’s kinda funny.” Mista felt like he made the situation a hundred times worse. He wanted to kick himself for saying it but he didn’t. He didn’t need Bruno’s concerned glares. He already had Abbacchio’s death glares to worry about. Apparently, they had found out about what happened between Fugo and he. 

“Hah, same.” Fugo said, his lips curling into a half smile. Mista felt heat rise to his cheeks immediately so he turned his head slightly away from Fugo’s gaze. He felt ashamed for his actions from three months ago.

“Mista, I know I say that I hate you, but I think I might like you. But not as a friend…” Fugo fiddled with his thumbs as he stood in front of Mista. Mista just stood there shocked. He had told Fugo multiple times that he still had feelings for him. Mista felt really happy, happy because of the confession, (AND PLOT). 

“R-really?” Mista said, leaning forward to hug Fugo. Fugo froze, but slowly warmed up to the hug. Mista felt something liquidy on his shoulder. Fugo was crying. He soon gripped Mista’s torso.

“Yes.” Fugo buried his face into Mista’s chest and sobbed from happiness.

Their happiness could only last so long, though. The two separated, both of them smiling. There was something slightly off about Fugo, a weary look to them. 

“ Are you okay?” Mista asked. He was slightly concerned. Fugo nodded, but like everything, it was a lie. He obviously is not okay, his face wilting. 

“ PH, shut up. I’m trying to enjoy this moment.” Fugo muttered, hitting the side of his head repeatedly. Mista backed away slightly, not knowing what was going on. Fugo looked up at him, wide eyed and scared. “ I’m sorry. I didn’t think this would happen.”

“Who’s PH?” Mista asked. Fugo bit his lip before sighing and opening his mouth. 

“ T-The voice in my head.” Fugo looked ashamed. “ You need to promise not to hate me after the next part though.” Mista couldn’t promise that but he nodded. Fugo sighed again. “ Recently, I’ve been thinking I saw our dead teammates everywhere, and I had a conversation with Narancia last night before realizing I was talking to myself for two hours.” Mista backed away more. “ I t-think I’m going crazy. This hasn’t ever been a problem but ever since 9 months ago, I’ve been feeling less and less sane.” It was silent for a minute. Mista kept backing up. “ Mista? Where are you going?” Mista gave Fugo a mixed look of fear and sadness. Fugo gave him a look of betrayal back. 

 “I don’t think it will work, Fugo.” Mista turned the other way. 

“Why?! It took me this long and you even confessed to loving ME first!” Fugo had shouted. Tears stung in Mista’s eyes. 

“Just leave it, Fugo.” Mista left the room with Fugo beginning to sob. 

“ You promised! You fucking promised you wouldn’t think bad of me! It’s not my fault!” But he was already gone. He heard Fugo scream his name multiple times but he never turned back. He walked out of the building and went home, guilt building up almost instantly. 

“Mista!” Sheila snapped her fingers in his face. He jumped slightly, which made Fugo laugh. 

“Yeah, Sheila?” Mista turned to Sheila with a slightly scared expression. 

“Heh, I just wanted to get you out of your stupor. You have been staring at the ground for 5 minutes.” Sheila giggled. Fugo and Narancia joined Sheila in her laughter as Mista just looked back down at the ground.

“You’re annoying sometimes, ya know!” Mista said.

“Why, thank you!” Sheila bowed, which made Fugo and Narancia laugh more. Mista joined in the laughter.

“ Shei, that's nothing to be proud of, kinda like Murolo’s cards.” Fugo laughed. Sheila glared up at him playfully. 

“ That reminds me, where is Murolo? I wanna burn his cards.” Sheila looked around for the cardsman and his annoying cards. 

“ He went out, remember? Left with Trish to go shopping for essentials.” Out of nowhere, Bruno entered the room. It made Mista jump again. This time Fugo didn’t notice. 

“ Why would he go out, though?” Narancia asked. 

“ He’s buying more cards!” Mista and Fugo said in inusion. They looked at each other and laughed more. It wasn’t like this hadn’t happened before, it happened all the time. Yet, there was something nice about it. 

“Damn, I’ll burn those cards one day.” Sheila punched her fist into her palm. 

“Yeah, sure you will.” Fugo rolled his eyes. Bruno’s comment made everyone look his way. “What? He’s just going to buy more!” Bruno laughed. 

“ This conversation has been fun and all, but I’m going to my room.” Fugo said, getting up. No one could tell what prompted him to do so, but they willingly let him leave. There really was no point in stopping him from going. Yet, Mista’s heart kind of sank when he did so. 

“So, who wants to hear the weirdest thing I’ve ever seen?” Bruno asked. Immediately Narancia jumped up and made noises.

“No! Nononononononononononono!” Narancia covered his ears as Bruno began to laugh. It seemed like he was trolling them but Narancia wasn’t going to take the risk. 

‘Fine! I’ll get ya when you aren’t thinking.” Bruno said. Mista started to stare out into space again.

He didn’t know why he was still listening to this conversation. It had derailed from cards to weirdness, literally. He wanted to so kindly excuse himself from this but knew if he did, Abbacchio would stop him from going to the other portion of the mansion where his room was because he thought Mista would follow Fugo, which to be honest, he so wished to do. In the end, though, he chose getting grilled by Abbacchio over listening to Bruno and Narancia cancel each other out. He really wondered what was with all the feuds today. 

“ You guys mind if I leave too?” He said, not waiting for a response. He quickly exited the room, heading for his own. On the way, he passed Fugo’s door and contemplated knocking on his door. 

“Hey, Mista. Whatcha doing, ya know, outside Fugo’s door?” Abbacchio, somehow, was summoned by the shadows behind Mista. It made his skin crawl slightly. Abbacchio really needed a collar with a bell on it so everyone could know when he appeared. 

“Nothing, just walking to my room.” Mista said, trying to play it off. I swear, he’s a fucking witch. Mista started off to his room with a grunt from Abbacchio. 

He was starting to realize there was no way he could possibly talk to Fugo alone in a room. He still needed to apologize to Fugo for what had happened those months ago. It would be awkward if he apologized to Fugo in front of everyone, because everyone would know how scummy he truly was, at least he thought he was. 

He entered his room, quietly shutting the door and locking it. His room was just a few doors away from Fugo’s but between that were Sheila’s and Giorno’s rooms. 

“ Why am I obsessing over this, over him!” Mista sank down to the ground, leaning on the door. “ This is getting creepy, stalkerish. I need to stop before-” He didn’t finish his sentence. He didn't like admitting all this. What if someone heard him and told everyone else. He couldn’t handle that if it did happen. He didn’t want anyone to know! He couldn’t let anyone find out. 

I’m broken too. He thought. He wanted to sob but felt it wasn’t his place. He was conflicted between what to do. None of this would be happening if I didn’t grow a crush on Fugo. He let a few tears roll down his cheeks. I’m a horrible person, rejecting the person I so dearly love like that! And why I rejected him...that's worse. Now he was full on sobbing, no matter how hard he tried not to, the tears kept rolling down his face. 

“ I’m the worst person in the world!” He spoke through the sobs. He deserved whatever came to him. But he just wanted someone to comfort him right now. He felt self centered for thinking that but he just needed someone to tell all this to. Maybe apologizing to Fugo would help but Abbacchio, the witch wine drinking man, was being such a dad about it. 

“ You know crying isn’t going to solve your problems, yet you still cry when it hurts too much.” Mista looked up to see Fugo standing on his balcony, holding a leather booklet in his hand, labeled poetry. He had a pen behind his ear. Mista wasn’t aware Fugo was a poet. 

“ How did you get on my balcony?” Mista asked, even though the question wasn’t important right now. Fugo stifled a cheeky laugh. 

“That’s not important right now.” Fugo said. Mista sighed, wiping away the tears on his face, then sniffled. “Besides, if you’d like to talk, we can ya know.” It was a little crazy that even if Fugo wasn’t the best menatally, he would still offer to help. He might've had anger problems, but he would offer to help whenever he could. Take Narancia for instance. He sucks at math but Fugo still offered to help. That was one of the things Mista had fallen in love with.

“That’d be nice…” Mista said. Fugo walked over and sat beside Mista and immediately grabbed a blanket. It was his signature thing now. It was his favorite blanket since its pattern was so bizarre. It reminded him of his old beanie. 

“ So,” Fugo started. “ Why are you sobbing? I will not consider this crying because you have tears streaming down your face in rivers.” Mista tried to hide his face but Fugo stopped him. “ Hiding won't make this any better, trust me.” Fugo’s words were filled with wisdom yet Mista had to remember this was the same person who once threw a vase out of a window and said they didn’t expect it to break so easily. 

Mista realized that the only way he’d ever feel better was apologizing to Fugo, but now that he had to do so, he couldn’t think of how to go about it. The blond boy in front of him was someone he could never fully earn the respect of again, earn the right to love equally. 

 “I’m sorry…” It was the simplest way he could put it. His mind jumbled up most words in a way to find a proper apology but that was the best way he could put it. He knew of all the things he felt sorry for but the list was too long to generalize. Well, this was the only generalization he could come up with at least.

“For what?” Fugo seemed confused, even though Mista thought it was obvious. He was sorry their relationship was ruined over somethig as stupid as that day. 

“I’m sorry for everything. I’m a terrible human being and you deserve better. I’m sorry for what I’ve done to you.” Mista didn’t meet the caring gaze of Fugo’s red eyes. He couldn’t. His heart felt heavy. He had a feeling he was guilty for most of Fugo’s mental breakdown. 

“ Has that been on your mind for the last two months….?” Fugo asked softly. Mista nodded.

“ I feel like you having a mental breakdown was my fault because I should have been there for you but I wasn’t because I’m selfish and horrible!” Mista continued to sob. To his surprise, he felt Fugo’s arms wrap around him in a tight hug. 

“ It wasn’t your fault. This still would have happened if you hadn’t walked out. You aren’t the first person to walk out like that, so I got used to it. None of this is your fault and you shouldn’t beat yourself up for anything that happens to me mentally.” Fugo patted Mista on the back as he sobbed into Fugo’s blanketed shoulder. “ So, I forgive you.” 

“You shouldn’t. I don’t deserve your forgiveness or your kindness.” Mista sobbed. That’s how he truly felt. He felt unworthy and selfish and he felt like an absolute jerk. He felt as Fugo hugged him a little tighter. It only made him feel more like a selfish jerk. 

“Shhhhh, don’t feel that way. It’s okay.” Fugo said. Mista sniffled as the door opened.

“Mista, you seem off, what’s wro-” Bruno started but then saw the scene in front of him. He looked confused on what to do. Abbacchio was behind him but he didn’t seem to be able to see what was happening. Thank god he couldn't. He would probably kill Mista.

“Bruno what’s wro-” Abbacchio was finally at a point where he could see the two. Anger flashed in his eyes as he held a pencil in his hands. It snapped in half and Bruno practically pushed him out of the room. 

“I’m sorry. It looks like we’re interrupting something. I'll come back another time.” Bruno said as he pushed Abbacchio out the doorway. He shut the door, leaving the two feeling awkward.

They both awkwardly laughed, separating from the hug fully. Fugo’s face was scarlet red with embarrassment. Mista had snot running down his face and he quickly wished he hadn’t been crying. 

“ A-Are you okay now?” Fugo asked, moving closer to Mista again. Mista nodded, though he was lying. This whole thing only made the feeling of selfishness worse. Fugo could tell Mista was lying and his face turned to a scowl. “ I may be a hypocrite but I won't stand for you lying!” Mista was shocked. This was the first time Fugo had said anything against someone's lies. Like Bruno, he could tell if someone was lying or not but all he'd had to do was watch their face. Fugo himself was a liar, a good one at that. He was constantly telling lies just so others wouldn’t worry. Now, he was mad at Mista because he lied, and Mista could feel the pure anguish of it this time. 

“I still feel terrible and the feeling just won’t go away.” Mista murmured.
“I see, but that’s no reason to lie!” Fugo said. His scowl turned softer but it was still sour. He seemed more flustered than angry, so that was a plus.

“Fine.” Mista rolled his eyes. It brought a smile to Fugo’s face as he stood. He gave the blanket back to Mista and started out of the room, leaving Mista alone.

~

Bruno snickered a little to himself when Fugo entered the room. Obviously, he was scared off when Bruno went to check on Mista. The two were so cute together but it was obvious something happened. Bruno himself wasn’t too sure on what happened but it had to be something. The atmosphere when he walked in seemed awkward but calm in a way. Abbacchio acted so much like an overprotective dad that it was funny everytime he claimed to ‘not care about them’.

“Hey, Bruno. Can I use that?” Fugo pointed at the blanket Bruno was leaning on. He nodded and moved so Fugo could get it. “Thanks.” He then wrapped up in the blanket beside Bruno. He looked towards the floor.

“ You and Mista both seem off.” Fugo gave him a weary look. “ Is something wrong between the two of you?” Bruno felt like it was his place to ask but yet, with the look Fugo cast upon him, he felt like he’d committed a dangerous sin at the same time. 

“ It’s not that important. We just had a little fight a while back, I totally forgave him for it.” Fugo muttered. To Bruno, little fights didn’t end in awkward interaction or full on feuds. 

“ You are aware you can tell me anything, right? I am a locked box of secrets, I can keep yours.” Bruno said, leaning in a bit that way no one else heard. Fugo let out a sad yet desperate sigh. 

“ It's….a long story.” Fugo said, beginning to fiddle with his hair, which by the looks of it, he hadn’t had a chance to wash in a few days. 

“ I have time, all the time in the world right now.” Bruno said. He could tell Fugo was stalling, waiting for something bad to happen so that Bruno’s attention would be on the potential threat to his children and not Fugo’s emotional tale. At least, Bruno judged by the way Fugo had been hugging Mista’s sobbing form, that it seemed emotional.

“I guess, but I don’t know if Mista would care if I said it. After all, I wasn’t the only one involved.” Fugo’s stalling made it very clear that he didn’t want to talk about it. He didn’t know if he should keep pushing so he just sighed. If Fugo didn’t want to talk about it, he would just have to respect that. 

“Okay. That’s very thoughtful of you, Fugo. We can talk about it later if you want.” Fugo seemed relieved that he didn’t have to talk about it, but he turned his gaze back down to the floor. The last year must have been hard for the blond, especially after Giorno died then came back, whatever happened between him and Mista, the resurrection of his three previously dead friends, and the list could go on. It was a surprise he could somewhat handle it while recovering from his mental breakdown.  

“ I have one question, and I know it’s not serious but,” Fugo said, after he’d been silent for a little. Bruno knew he was going to ask something he didn’t have the answer to, and readied himself to say “ I don’t know.”

“ Why does this fuckng mansion only have one working bathroom with a shower?” Bruno practically doubled over laughing. Fugo himself laughed a little, though it was evident he didn’t understand what was so funny about his question. 

“ I-I don’t honestly know.” Bruno wheezed. Fugo shrugged. Bruno finally caught his breath and was readied for whatever came next, whether it be Fugo asking another question or something else. To his slight relief, nothing seemed to happen. He sighed in relief, getting up and going to look outside. He stepped out onto the balcony and within seconds, Abbacchio appeared. I am engaged to a witch. Bruno giggled to himself.  

“I need to get you a leash, Leone.” Bruno laughed to himself. Abbacchio leaned on the railing of the balcony with his hand on his cheek. He laughed a little too.

“What am I, a witch?” Abbacchio joked. It was a common joke between everyone that he was a witch, which wasn’t too far from the truth. Then again, he himself didn’t know if he was a witch or not. 

“Sometimes.” Bruno said, poking Abbacchio’s face. He scrunched his face in response and poked at Bruno. He just poked air but it didn’t stop Bruno from laughing. Bruno joined Abbacchio in leaning on the railing.

“So, this all seems a little crazy. I mean, we’re alive again and no one is questioning it! Why does no one question the shit that happens?” Abbacchio said. He leaned forward more to where Bruno was leaning. He did have a point. A lot of weird stuff did happen and it seemed like it was normal at this point. It was probably because the Mafia was a weird place and with stands involved, anything could happen.

“ I guess we’re all so used to stuff like this that it’s normal at this point.” Bruno said. He wanted to smile, he truly wanted to, but a horrific thought flashed into his head. “ What will happen when whoever did this miracle turns their ability off?” Bruno looked at Leone with a slightly terrified look. 

“ I don’t know but whatever happens, we’re still going to be together, you know?” Abbacchio tried to calm down a now slightly shaking Bruno. He was scared, scared about this new thought he just had. Abbacchio was scared by the idea too, but he wasn’t about to scare Bruno more with his own fear. 

“ But the kids! What about the kids?!” Bruno said, shaking more now. “ I don’t want to leave them….not again….” Bruno didn’t want to sob. The kids were in the room next to the balcony and Abbacchio was right here in front of him. He’d seen him cry before but he didn’t wish to now. 

“ They can take care of themselves, Bruno. They are teenagers, and they have other adults like Polnareff and that Murolo guy.” Abbacchio said, holding Bruno’s hands. Bruno was such a mom sometimes that it was kind of gut wrenching occasionally. 

“I know, but it seems like literally no one likes Murolo and Polnareff is going back to France soon. Mista isn’t in a good place. Fugo definitely isn’t and Giorno is a vampire. Plus, I don’t even know Sheila.” Bruno sighed. If this was undone, he was afraid Fugo’s state would worsen. He had a mental breakdown when Giorno died, think of how bad it would be if suddenly he, Abbacchio, and Narancia just died again. He would probably lose his mind permanently. 

“I have a feeling that if the person’s ability was going to fade, it would’ve by now. Besides, it takes a lot of energy to use your stand. It’s been almost a week now.” Abbacchio wrapped his arms around Bruno into a hug. Bruno sighed. He did have a point. 

“Yeah, I guess. But you can’t be sure. Some stands are just weird.” Bruno awkwardly laughed. Abbacchio kissed Bruno’s forehead to try and comfort Bruno. Bruno looked up into Abbacchio’s eyes and sighed. He really hoped it wouldn’t end. He really wanted to spend this new life with Abbacchio. Plus, he was glad to see Giorno and the others again.

Sadly, this perfect moment of sadness and hope mixed together could not last, for Sheila ran out to the balcony, practically tumbling over the edge as she ran in. Bruno reached out his arm and grabbed Sheila, saving her from a nasty tumble. Her chest was heaving and she looked like something very unfortunate had just unfolded. 

“ Sheila, right?” Sheila nodded. “ What's wrong?” Bruno asked. 

“ Yeah, you look like you just saw someone get killed in a back alley.” Abbacchio said. His wording was questionable, much as Bruno’s was most times. I’ll make sure he remembers this. 

“ I-It’s Giorno!” Sheila sputtered out her words. Bruno’s face was lined with concern now. Abbacchio himself looked concerned, though Bruno was sure this was an act. He could never quite tell why Abbacchio had as much disdain for the blond as he did. Bruno thought Giorno was charming, and hoped nothing horrible had happened to him. He was already a vampire, so what else bad could happen to him?

“ What's wrong with Giorno?” Bruno said, his nerves going haywire. Sheila tried to force out the words but she had to work up the nerve to say it. 

“ Giorno’s missing.” She finally said. 

Chapter Text

“Call a meeting.” Abbacchio and Bruno had already started walking into the room and Sheila started to gather everyone.

“Wait, Fugo too?” Sheila stopped in the doorway before leaving the living room. By this time, Fugo had already gone to his room and was probably sleeping or re-reading Pride and Prejudice for the 100th time. You really couldn’t tell with him now. 

“No, leave him be.” Sheila nodded, leaving the room to follow Bruno’s orders. She started off with Mista and Murolo, then hurried to get Polnareff from his cage. He complained about the cage but Sheila wasn’t listening. She knocked on Narancia’s door and soon he began to follow her to the living room. She got Trish last and they all went into the living room for the meeting.

~

Fugo heard the talking from the living room. He checked his clock. 1 am. It sounded like a discussion, and Fugo knew it was bad since he wasn't invited.

Fugo sat up in bed, kicking off the sheets. He was only dressed in a pair of too large sweatpants that fit around his hips oddly. He hated them but he didn't have anything else right now. He put on a tank top, not caring if it was one he bought to look like a girl. 

He tiptoed to the living room, peaking around the corner to see who was there. It hurt when he saw that everyone was there, some sitting, some standing. 

" I think that's wise." Bruno said. He had his hand covering his mouth, clearly hiding that he was biting his lip. A stupid nervous habit. 

" We can't risk him having another mental breakdown. He's recovering so well!" Sheila said. Even his own best friend was here. 

" We'll have to tell him eventually. He's too smart for us to trick him." Finally, a good comment. This was Abbacchio speaking but it didn't help Fugo's feeling of betrayal. The way Abbacchio put it, it was like Fugo was a little boy and they didn't know how to tell him the tooth fairy wasn't real.

" Abba's right." Bruno said again. " We'll tell him tomorrow, agreed? Well, today but later." This comment made Fugo's blood really boil. He felt the purple haze of anger well up in his chest, fighting to escape, by force or by being released.

" Why not tell me now?" He walked into the living room fully, arms crossed. He felt like tearing the bandages off his arms, but knowing it wouldn't help him now. 

" Fugo!" Bruno looked shocked as he entered. "You startled us!" Fugo struggled to keep his impulses in check. Don't lose your temper now. Don't do anything that'll make them suggest your unwell.

" What do you need to tell me." He didn't even ask, he demanded to know.

" Fugo, Caro, We can't-" 

" JUST FUCKING TELL ME!" Fugo snapped, slightly tearing the bandages on his arm. The air stung his arms, the small circular puncture wounds hurting every time he touched them. 

" Caro, You should go back to bed. Nothing's wrong." Mista said. Fugo narrowed his eyes, ready to scream his lungs out. They were treating him like he was made of glass and anything could shatter him. 

" Don't use that tone with me, Mista. Don't "Caro, nothing's wrong" me! Something is wrong, so just TELL ME!" He screamed the last part, realizing how childish this was. He was having a tantrum, but he could care less. He needed answers. Answers now .

" Fugo, calm down." They wouldn't give him an answer. He was angrier than ever now, tearing off the rest of the bandages. His eyes were wide and chaotic. He felt his heart begin pounding against his already broken rib age at a rapid pace, but the pain wasn't stopping him. 

" Me?! Calm down?! You're telling ME to calm down?!" Fugo hissed. The tears were streaming down his face, his eyes blurred. " If you were calm, you'd tell me." 

" Giorno's missing." Abbacchio said frankly. Fugo felt his jaw physically drop. Something deep inside him hurt and it wasn't his broken ribs. His arms fell to his side and his knees felt weak, threatening to give out. 

" Fugo, Are you okay?" Mista said. He said something else but Fugo didn't hear. He saw darkness out of the corner of his eyes and felt himself falling backwards. 

" Fugo!" Mista called out. It was too late, for Fugo had already fallen backwards, hitting his head on the wood floor.

" We really need carpet." Narancia said as Mista went over to check on Fugo, worried about his love. 

"I knew we shouldn't have been discussing this when he could hear." Abbacchio sighed. He walked over to Fugo's unconscious form and gently picked him up. Mista stood up too, sighing. 

" We'll go put him to bed." Abbacchio said before exiting the room.

" I'm afraid of what will happen when he wakes up." Trish fretted. Narancia agreed, looking shaken.

" Better lock him in." Murolo said, playing cards. He was building a tower out of his remaining packs of cards.

" Not the right time..." Sheila muttered.  No one heard her but herself. She was worried for her friend. Nothing could be the same after this. Not after all this. 

~

Sheila watched as her best friend was carried out of the room by Abbacchio and Mista. She felt a pang of guilt. She felt like she should’ve convinced the crew to let Fugo join the meeting. She felt like a traitor again, except x100 worse. This was the second time she’d betray someone, or at least that’s how it felt.

“Murolo put the fucking cards away,” Sheila said, her voice deeper than usual. Murolo always played with his stupid cards, but now wasn’t the time and he knew it. He knew it because she had told him. She was slowly getting pissed off and she knew that if she got too mad, she’d break as Fugo had.

“Fine. Don’t be such a bitch about it.” Murolo scoffed as he put the cards in his pocket. Sheila grit her teeth so she wouldn’t yell at Murolo for basically calling her a bitch. She knew if Fugo was here, he’d had already punched him in the face. That’s what made her feel so bad. He was a loyal friend, but she didn’t feel like a loyal friend. 

“Hey, don’t call her a bitch,” Narancia said. “Treat her with respect. She deserves at least a little bit of it. She’s done so much for Passione and Giorno and you go and call her a bitch.” Narancia seemed slightly pissed off, which was why he said something. Trish laid a hand on Narancia’s forearm, but the damage was done.

“I didn’t call her a bitch! I told her to stop acting like one!” At this point, Bruno had stood up and now he was glaring at Murolo, but Murolo hadn’t been around Bruno long enough to care about his glare. He continued. “And what has she done that’s so important in Passione? You don’t know anything! You were barely in this organization for a year before the boss killed you!” Narancia scowled and soon, he had Aerosmith summoned.

“She does more than you! All you do is play with fucking cards like a little kid. And who the fuck has cards for a stand? You act so proudly of them, but they aren’t any more useful than Hermit Purple!” Narancia yelled. 

“I was a fucking Capo! I could do more if Giorno didn’t demote me!”

“But who’s fault is that? How is that an excuse?”

“BOYS! SHUT THE FUCK UP!”

Sheila yelled at the top of her lungs. Surprisingly, it made everyone jump, even Bruno. She was pissed that this argument was even happening. It was like they all had forgotten about Giorno being missing and Fugo in his current state. She wanted to storm off but she knew she’d have to stop Narancia from murdering Murolo.

“We aren’t here to argue. We need to come up with a plan.” Sheila said, which earned her a warm smile from Bruno.

~

Fuck, Fugo looked around in the utter darkness and kicked at what he presummed was the floor. It felt familiar, but not in a “this is my dream” way. It didn’t feel like a dream but a real place outside his mind. He sighed, then looked around again to see the darkness fading to show a familiar place.

He was on the steps again, alone, watching his friends leave without him. He couldn’t move. It was like he was glued to the steps. It was partly his decision. It wasn’t logical to save a girl who they didn’t know. True, it was sad her father, who she didn’t know, wanted to kill her but still. He didn’t know her and he wasn’t going to go on the boat.

He looked down at the water to see his blond hair. It wasn’t bleached like it usually was. He had a weird green suit on, but where was his red suit? He had the same tie on but that was the only thing he could recognize. He even had purple eyes! It was clear that this wasn’t him, but who was it?

“W-who are you?” He asked the person in the water. To his surprise, it spoke back. It wasn’t him speaking to himself, well, in a way he kinda was.

“I’m you, but angrier.” The voice sounded exactly how he sounded, just a bit off. 

“Why am I here? Why are you here?” Fugo demanded of the voice. The voice felt familiar, but why? It looked like him, but he knew it wasn’t him, right?

“You know why you’re here! I’m here because of you, Fugo.” The voice said. “Who am I? You must be wondering! We talk all the time that it’s a shame you haven’t figured it out. I’m PH. I take the form of what you fear most. That seems to be yourself.” It was PH, the voice in his head. Why did he take this form? It looked nothing like him! 

“If you take the form of what I fear most, then why are you wearing a green suit? With purple eyes nonetheless?” Fugo didn’t understand anything. Why here? It said he knew why he was here but he didn't. He didn’t have those answers. It made sense that the voice was here because he was here but that was about all that made sense here.

“If I fear myself the most, why don’t you look like me?” Fugo asked the water again. He received no answer, instead the blond in the water disappeared. Fugo felt his blood boil as he looked around again. It was all starting to fade back into darkness and he was no longer glued to the steps. They weren’t there anymore and it was silent in his head. It was weird to hear silence in his head. He was used to hearing PH in his head, talking non-stop. 

He wanted to say he liked the silence but after years of hearing PH, the voice getting louder and louder, it was odd to hear nothing. Now Fugo was just surrounded by darkness. He wasn’t awake yet, but he knew he would be soon. Maybe he could wake himself up somehow. He was in control again, it seemed, so he should be able to. 

He closed his eyes and reopened them, only to be met with an unsettling darkness. What? That used to work. He felt a shiver of fear run through his body like someone had just poured ice cubes down his shirt. 

“ You shouldn’t let PH boss you around.” Fugo looked around. Standing beside him was another version of himself, but this version he recognized. 

“ Violet?” The other form nodded. Fugo had decided a year back that Violet was they/them, not she/her like he’d decided before, and both Fugo and Violet were peaceful with this decision. 

“ Pannacotta.” Fugo felt a bitter taste in the back of his mouth when Violet called him that. They were being bitter with him, talking down to him like they were the original and he was the one who was created as a coping mechanism. 

“ What do you want.” He growled. He wasn’t going to play any twisted games with this alternate version of himself. Sure, it was his fault that both PH and Violet could take form in his mind but they seemed to both want to destroy him anytime he tried to be peaceful. Like he was their puppet and they were the masters. 

“ I just want to talk.” Violet’s voice was sweet, like they were talking to a baby or a puppy and just wanted it to look at them. Attention hog. “ And if that means I have to stop you from waking up,” Fugo tried to back away. This was getting too creepy. Violet…..Fugo was scared of this entity. He watched as Violet’s face began to melt. “ I’ll make sure you don’t!”

“ Violet! Stop!” He begged. He watched as their faces melted into PH’s. He’d been tricked. He should have known. Violet wasn’t the kind of entity who would do this. They were Fugo’s child-like flexibility and wonder and everything he’d missed out on, though they were also his feminine form. After the experiments, he didn’t know what to do. Violet was created as a last minute way to figure out his crisis before he lost his mind. Now, they were his alter ego, a person he would turn into from time to time. 

“ PH! Stop! I don’t know what you want!” Fugo was sobbing. He didn’t remember when he started sobbing but now his face was wet with salty tears. PH sneered at him and lunged himself at Fugo. Fugo screamed and ducked. He wanted to curl up now, he wanted to hide. He wished this wasn’t what he had to deal with. 

“ STOP!” He screamed at the top of his lungs. 

“ Fugo!” Fugo’s eyes opened as his chest heaved heavily. “ Fugo, are you okay?” It was Mista. Fugo was relieved. Mista was sitting at the end of Fugo’s bed, though when he saw Fugo was freaking out, he quickly moved next to Fugo, putting a comforting arm around him. The memories of the nightmare still flashed in his head and he kept sobbing. The tides had turned from Fugo comforting Mista to the other way around. Damn it…

“What happened?” Abbacchio ran into the room and to the other side of Fugo. He gave a quick glare to Mista that read “did you put a hand on my child?!” but looked back at Fugo with a  concerned look. It was funny how much of a dad he could be to his friends, well, excluding Mista.

Fugo continued to sob, but it started to lighten. He leaned on Mista’s chest while Abbacchio wrapped him in a blanket. It was his favorite one with strawberries on it. Bruno gave him that one and he used it all the time. It was nice and fluffy, plus the strawberries were in an adorable cartoony design. 

“Panna, did you have a nightmare?” Abbacchio asked, clearing the silence. Fugo turned his head slightly to get a better look at Abbacchio. He knew his eyes were probably red.

“Y-yeah.” Fugo felt like his voice was really quiet. He wanted to sleep but he had a feeling the dream would come back. The dream terrified him and to be honest, it just added another emotion to the pile. He was already upset by not being called to the meeting and this dream, if it was even a dream, didn’t help. 

“ Do you want us to give you some space?” The question kind of shocked Fugo and he shook his head. Being alone meant he was alone with them. Fugo’s breath steadied and his chest wasn’t heaving, but he could feel his heart pounding against his rib cage. 

He closed his eyes after a while, the urge to sleep too great for him to suppress any longer. He was still leaning on Mista, knowing full well Mista was staring down at them. Fugo didn’t care, he never really had. He couldn’t tell why he was always cold when Mista had always been there for him. And then, after Mista had rejected him, he realized that's what he’d been doing, that's what he deserved. But hearing Mista apologize for doing this to Fugo, saying he was responsible for Fugo’s mental breakdown. It made Fugo’s heart hurt to think about, though it felt more like the pain of his ribs he kept forgetting were fractured ever so slightly. 

He was near sleep when he heard Abbacchio say something. He didn’t bother to open his eyes, it was useless to try. They weren’t saying anything he wanted to hear, nothing he needed to throw a fit over. 

“ You're not leaving, are you?” This comment was directed at Mista and Fugo felt Mista shake his head. Abbacchio let out a low chuckle. “ Good, neither am I.” Fugo wanted to laugh but the only thing that was awake about him was his ears and he soon felt like he was asleep again. He didn’t know how he could tell but he just knew he was. 

~

Bruno walked into Fugo’s room since that’s where Abbacchio was. He saw Fugo basically sleeping on Mista’s chest as Abbacchio sat there, watching Fugo. His heart felt warm all of a sudden. Even if he was a witch, he was such a dad. It was like he was a dad to everyone except Mista, which was kinda funny. They were more like son-in-law with their father-in-law. It was sweet that in his own way, he was a father to someone who didn’t have one.

He sat beside Abbacchio and leaned on him. It didn’t seem to disturb the wine witch as he did smirk and give him a side glance. 

“Leone, he had a nightmare again, didn’t he?” Bruno looked up at Abbacchio with sad eyes. Abbacchio nodded as Bruno sighed. They were gonna have to get Fugo some therapy, there was no question about it.

“I wonder what it was about…” Bruno whispered to himself. Everytime Fugo had a nightmare, he refused to tell anyone what it was about. He kept it all to himself, no matter what you would say or do. He was as stubborn as a mule sometimes, but that’s what made his character. That’s what made him, well, him. That and his anger. Besides his obvious anger problems, he was kind and mostly thought of everyone before himself or at least tried. 

“Yeah, he never tells us.” Abbacchio sighed. Everyone was worried about Fugo and his lack of letting people in only made the worrying worse. It felt like Fugo couldn’t trust anyone even if he could. It made Bruno feel terrible for the boy. Only 17 and he had already lost most of his mental stability. It was truly sad to watch unfold, especially when you felt like you couldn’t do anything to help him. It felt like a small box with the walls projecting his friend’s pain. He felt trapped and he was sure Fugo felt even more trapped than he did. 

“ Well, when he wakes up, I owe him an apology.” Bruno said sadly. He felt ashamed about the whole not inviting him to the meeting thing. A whole lot of trouble could have been saved if he had just told Sheila to go wake Fugo up. Or waited to have the meeting when everyone could be present. He’d made a poor decision and it was going to come back to haunt him. 

Abbacchio pulled him into a hug as if he had heard Bruno’s thoughts. Bruno still felt guilty in a way. If he had just let him come to the meeting, maybe he wouldn’t have had the nightmare and maybe he wouldn’t have fallen on his face. Maybe he wouldn’t be as hurt as he already was. He really hoped that Fugo’s slumber wasn’t filled with nightmares again.

~

Fugo was in a library this time. It wasn’t one he’d seen before, more like a library he’d made up. He was sitting in an armchair, a book in his lap. He looked down and saw it was a book he’d read many times, yet never got sick of. Pride and Prejudice. This wasn’t a nightmare but a peaceful dream. 

“ Hey, Fugo! Yo, it’s me, the fun side of your personality! Personalities?” He heard a sharp giggle behind him. He got out of the armchair fast and prepared to fight. He almost laughed when he saw who it was. The real Violet. 

He could tell it was the real one, well, as real as his alter ego could be, by the way the bow fell in their face and how they had neater white hair than Fugo did. He always fixed it when he would dress as a girl. 

“ Violet….It’s the real you!” He smiled. They gave him a puzzled look and proceeded to lean backwards. He forgot how Violet’s attention span was low. Fugo grimaced, knowing this was practically his back bending. 

“ So, It’s been awhile, huh?” Fugo nodded. Violet was never around when PH was. They both worked without knowing the other existed. They were aware of each other but never seemed to be around at the same time. 

“ It’s nice to see a familiar face around these parts.” Fugo laughed. Violet laughed too. He couldn’t understand where Violet's child-like behavior came from. He’d never been like that, to what he could remember, and it made no sense for them to act like that. So why? He never thought much of it until recently. 

“Yeah, so whatcha wanna do? Maybe play a game? We have several in the corner!” She pointed at the obvious stack of board games in the corner. Fugo laughed, then nodded. She smiled widely and ran over to the pile to pick a game. It was nice to not have a nightmare every so often.

“What’d ya get?” Violet proudly displayed the game she chose in front of her for Fugo to see.

“Scattergories!” Fugo laughed. Fugo liked the game just fine but it did take a lot of thinking to play. Violet probably chose it because it was one of his favorite games. He wasn’t the best at it but he still liked it. Violet opened the box and handed Fugo a piece of paper and they started to play until morning came.

~

“Hey, Fugo. Want some breakfast?” Fugo woke up to find Bruno standing next to his bed while Mista was out cold beside him. He was softly snoring, wrapped up in one of Abbacchio’s blankets. It was black and purple around the edges so that’s how he could tell it belonged to the wine witch. Fugo sat up and nodded. He hadn’t particularly eaten over the last couple of days and it was starting to catch up to him. 

“C’mon, let’s let Mista sleep.” Fugo nodded and followed Bruno into the kitchen. He took a look at Mista before leaving the room and he could’ve sworn that he was smirking. Fugo laughed quietly to himself and he headed to the kitchen. Abbacchio and Narancia were already in the living room, Abbacchio with his coffee and Narancia with his orange juice. Trish arrived shortly with Polnareff. The last person to appear was Mista, who went straight to the coffee.

“ Morning, Fugo.” Abbacchio said. Fugo nodded, not saying anything. He didn’t feel like talking yet, still relaying his very vivid nightmare and amusingly vivid dream. Both were odd and it was no wonder he had a mental breakdown. “ How’d you sleep?” 

I played Scattergories with my alter ego for…. I dunno how long. Fugo again didn’t answer. Bruno gave him some pancakes and it was obvious that he was trying to make up for something. Fugo would oblige if he got pancakes. 

Sheila entered the kitchen in a tank top and shorts. She sat down next to Fugo and Fugo got a clear look of her face. She looked like she hadn’t slept at all. Fugo knew how that felt. 

“ You look really tired.” He said. Sheila looked at him and scoffed a little. 

“ You too.” She said. Fugo felt the sting of that burn. It was a deep one. 

Mista got some food and took a seat beside Fugo, much to Narancia’s obvious disdain. It made him sit beside Murolo, but Fugo didn’t know if anything had happened so he wasn’t about to say anything. It wasn’t much to make Narancia want to fight someone, especially if he didn’t know them and they insulted his friends. It made a little sense on why he didn’t want to sit beside Murolo. Mista slid to the seat beside the one he was in and motioned for Narancia to sit.

“Thank you.” He mouthed to Mista, who now sat beside Murolo. It seemed like everyone hated his guts, but respected him all the same.

Breakfast was pretty silent. It seemed like it was awkward for everyone. Everyone just ate their food and sat in the living room. I guess it’s time for a plan to find Giorno. Fugo sighed as he finished his pancakes and joined the others.

“So, anyone got any suspects? I have one but I wanna see if we’re all on the same page.” Sheila started off the meeting. Everyone had a feeling who her suspect was but everyone took turns saying who they thought it was. It was an anonymous  vote for Serifina Zeppeli, the bitch that attacked the mansion for Giorno a while ago. Now, she has succeeded, and it made Fugo’s blood boil.

When Fugo next saw that girl he was gonna beat the living essence out of her. He clenched his fists at his side, keeping his head down so no one could see the look of death he was giving a person who wasn’t even there. 

“ Guys, it just dawned on me but, how the fuck are we supposed to find Giorno? He doesn’t have a tracker like Fugo or a phone tracking device!” Mista said. 

“ Wait, I have a tracker?” Fugo asked. He was ignored but he didn’t care. He made a note of this so he could interrogate Mista later about it. 

“ Well, we’ll figure it out. My guess is that he won’t be out during the day.” Trish spoke up. 

“ Yeah, that seems likely.” Sheila agreed. 

“So, what are we going to do until then?” Fugo asked, putting the entire tracker thing to the side for now. No one said anything for a bit. It was obvious that no one had a plan. Of course, he didn’t have one either besides beating the hell out of Serifina. 

“I say we should look for where Serifina is and wait until it’s nighttime to get Giorno since he’d be awake then, hopefully.” Sheila said after a while. Everyone nodded, and it probably meant that was the current plan. He had nothing against it as long as he could hurt Serifina. 

“No, that’s when she has the most advantage over us! We need to wait for the day to come, then attack,” Abbacchio suddenly spoke up from his wine glass. How he even got it, no one knew. He was the notorious wine witch after all. 

“What do you mean?” Sheila asked.

“I mean, her stand. Targets nightmares, illusions, right?” Abbacchio put down his glass of wine and stood. “In the night, there will be more shadows. In our fatigued state, because I know none of you got good night’s sleep, she’ll use that to her advantage and make the shadows seem like enemies or worse, make them enemies. We need sunlight.” 

“ Correct but also kinda incorrect.” Trish said. “ I have a theory that, judging by her stands appearance and name, it only does the nightmare thing. The illusions part doesn’t seem correct, for she didn’t use that on us.”

“ Cause I’m worthless and not worthy.” Fugo muttered into his coffee. Everyone turned to him but he shrugged it off as if he hadn’t just said something. 

“ Back to what I was saying,” Abbacchio said. “ We’re in a fatigued state, so we’re vulnerable to her attacks.”

“ So you’re saying we should lie low?” Sheila said, tapping her fingers along her jaw, an awful nervous habit she’d picked up from Doppio back when she was still Diavolo’s bodyguard. 

“ Exactly.” Abbacchio said. 

“ So what do you suggest, we all escape to some cottage near some vineyard?” Sheila said snarkily. She really just wanted to find Giorno and maybe give him an exorcism or something. 

“ Yes, actually.” Abbacchio replied. 

“ No way.” Narancia cut in. “ We can’t leave! What if Giorno comes back?” 

“ Nara,” Trish said. “ Chances are Giorno isn’t gonna come back. I think Serifina got him.” 

“ Shit, for real?” Narancia looked down at the floor. Mista gave him a pat on the back but remained silent. 

“ I think that’s a good idea, getting away.” Bruno said. It seemed no one really objected. “ It seems this mansion is cursed.”

“ We better get packing then, if we’re gonna leave.” Fugo said, not talking into his coffee this time. 

“ I better tell Flavia.” Murolo said. 

“ Who?” Everyone asked. 

“ My daughter.”

“ YOU HAVE A DAUGHTER?!” 

“Yes, yes, no need for details though,” Murolo sighed, standing up. “Where are we going? If I know, I’ll just meet you there after I talk to Flavia.” Abbacchio was the one to say where they were heading and with Murolo knowing the location, he left the room and the mansion door shut loudly. 

“I know you said Giorno may not come back but can we take his stuff anyway? Please?” Narancia asked. Trish looked at him and frowned sympathetically. 

“Sure, why not?” Trish put a hand on his shoulder as the boy’s eyes lit up like a Christmas Tree as he practically scrambled to his feet to get to Giorno’s office.

“Woah there, I’ll help ya!” Sheila stood and looked at Narancia, who was bouncing on his feet. The two headed into the fortress that was Giorno Giovanna’s office. Little did they know they were being watched. 

Outside the window, a figure dressed in dark robes rushed past the window. No one noticed.

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“Why’s it so dark in here?” Narancia asked. Sheila merely shrugged. She wasn’t sure and it didn’t seem like a good thing to have while doing paperwork, which Giorno was always doing. It did make a little sense though, with the Giorno is a vampire theory going around. After he bit Mista, that wasn’t too far to stretch. 

“Grab that box. I’ll gather his paperwork so you don’t lose any of it.” Sheila pointed at a box as Narancia laughed sarcastically.

“Haha, very funny. Like I’d lose Giorno’s stuff!” Narancia gestured to himself. Sheila rolled her eyes and glared at him. Narancia, of course, went to get the box. He handed it over to Sheila, who, at this point, started putting the papers into files before putting them into the box. 

The two worked in silence, honestly having no clue what to say to each other. Sheila didn’t mind the silence, she thrived in silent environments, but it was clear Narancia was struggling with the disturbing quiet. Sheila sighed. 

“ You have something to say, don’t you?” She finished putting the files away and began checking on some of the potted plants around the office. All seemed to be fine, a little wilted, but fine regardless. 

“ Well, it's just that this all seems so...so...bizarre.” Narancia said, sitting on the side of the desk. “ I mean, one moment I’m, ya know, non-existent and the next, I’m alive again.”

“ So you’re having an existential crisis?” Sheila tried not to sound insensitive. 

“ I guess so, maybe….I dunno.” Narancia kept his head down. “ I’m sure everything will turn out fine.”

“ Me too.” Sheila muttered. 

“ Hm?”

“ Nothing. Just come help me finish this. Sitting on the desk won’t help us get out of here faster.” Sheila spat, going back to tidying up. Narancia nodded, and was soon grabbing Giorno’s wallet to put in a box. He opened it and gasped, causing Sheila to turn.

“I’ve seen him! Before I came back! I saw him!” Narancia pointed at the strange photo of a half naked man with blond hair and the same star shaped birthmark on his neck. He was ripped, bulging muscles everywhere. It almost seemed inhuman. The photo had little light in it, and the man's face was hidden beneath a shadowy mask. 

“Who is he?” Sheila wondered aloud.

“Looks like one of Giorno’s dads,” Narancia remarked. Sheila raised an eyebrow. Dads? “Don’t ask.” 

“Oh, I won’t.” Sheila said. “Go ahead and get that away. We still got this side to do too.” 

“Okay.” Naracia closed the wallet and out in the box with Giorno’s coats- faux fur. 

The silence returned but this time Sheila wasn’t going to ask if Narancia had anything on his mind. She herself was too busy thinking. The pair soon finished packing up everything and went to check with the others. 

Trish and Mista were the only ones that weren’t waiting in the living area. Bruno and Abbacchio had nothing besides a single bag and a box of essentials. It was no wonder, they really didn’t have any belongings anymore, not after a year of, well….you get the idea. Fugo on the other hand had two backpacks, probably filled with books and other things, and a strawberry printed duffle bag, probably filled with hole covered clothing. Murolo wasn’t back yet, but he’d said he’d meet up with them at the location. 

Trish ran into the room soon after Sheila and Narancia entered, with her suitcase behind her and flip phone pressed against her ear. 

“ Yes-I’m sorry-Yes, Moe, I know how hard you worked to get me this interview but I can’t make it.” Trish groaned. “ Of course- Just tell them I’ll, I dunno, write them a song or something- Moe, please don’t-” She never finished as whoever she’d been talking to hung up on her. She growled. “ The audacity!” 

“ Who was that?” Narancia asked. Trish glared at him before shaking her head and regaining her composure.

“ My agent. Moe. They’re an ass.” She rolled her eyes. “ They just get all huffy when I don’t ‘appreciate’ all they’ve done for me.” 

“ Sounds like you need a new agent.” Sheila muttered. Trish blushed. 

“ I guess I do, yeah, but Moe’s the only who’ll take me seriously.” Trish looked away. “ I mean, who’d want to be my agent?”

“ I would.” Sheila mumbled. “ Someone definitely would.” She then said louder. 

“Yeah, I’ll believe it when someone comes to my doorstep and asks to be my agent,” Trish laughed. “Anyways, are we ready to leave?”

“Not until Mista hurries his ass up!” Fugo remarked grumpily, crossing his arms. 

“I’ll go yell at him,” Narancia raised his hand and sighed sarcastically. He turned around and ran for Mista’s room, no longer in Sheila’s sight range. Soon though, the two came back with a slightly torn suitcase. It had a name carved into the peeling leather, cursive. She could barely tell what it said but from what she saw, it said, “Rita Mista” in frilly letters. Was that his mother’s name? Sister? Or just a family member in general? 

“Alright, let's get moving. Will we do what we did before- most of us in the turtle while the ones who can drive and navigate stay in the car?”

“Yes, but no.” Abbacchio said. 

“We’re taking a train this time- there will be people around so we’ll be able to blend in better.” They all looked around at each other, realizing how their outfits all stood out. “ Maybe we should change.” 

“ Yeah….” Everyone agreed. 

Soon, everyone came back in average outfits, aka simply leggings and hoodies mostly and maybe some jeans for Mista. Even outside of his usual attire, he still had no fashion sense. 

“Now let’s go! I’m tired of waiting!” Naracia whined, tapping Abbacchio’s shoulder. Clearly annoyed, Abbacchio sighed and nodded with a scowl. 

“We’re leaving just calm your damn horses for one second.” Abbacchio moved Naracia’s finger away from his shoulder and walked over to Bruno. “So we’re walking to the train stop right?”

“Yes, it’ll leave less tracks. Makes it harder for anyone to follow us.” Abbacchio nodded and turned to everyone, crossing his arms.

“Come on, get your suitcases and let’s start walking. Keep your guard up. Someone may try to follow us.” As Abbacchio spoke, everyone nodded. He smirked a bit before turning around towards the door, suitcase in hand, and started to walk out. 

Even with Abbacchio’s warning, everyone failed to notice the person following them. 

~

Damian Lussier never planned on becoming a minion of Serifina, it just sort of happened. One might say history repeats itself. Serifina had run into him while he was studying religion in Italy. They’d exchanged a greeting, Damian thought nothing of it when she slipped a piece of paper into his hands. 

Upon reading it later, he realized it was a very big deal. 

Serifina was the devil, but Damian didn’t care. She promised him money, money to do whatever he pleased, if he used his stand to help them get those her ally Kamiya had brought back on their side. 

He agreed. 

With the money she promised, he could start his own church! The idea thrilled him! Yet the question still stood, how could he help?

His stand, Other Side, was useless. It’s ability aloud the dead, ghosts, to possess him. That’s it. That’s what it fucking did. The stand itself was a needy creature, constantly nagging him with things he didn’t know how to take care of. Its appearance was humanoid, but halfway split into two figures, its two head booking together as it tried to talk Damian, the other head always canceling it out. He, not it. It would imply it's a monster, he’s just a part of me, so he has my pronouns. 

He had the group in his sight, the group of young people whom Serifina paid him to follow. All he had to do; stop them from getting to Giorno.  There was something about that kid but Serifina hadn’t bothered to tell him. They were walking somewhere but where? He got up and began to follow them, but from afar so there was no suspicion. Soon a crowd of people appeared near the group so he merely walked into the school of fish, eyes looking at the group still.

After a bit of walking, the group began to walk over to the train station instead of going further downtown. Slowly, Damian began to fuse out of the crowd and pulled out a phone, pretending to not notice the group ahead. To be honest, this felt more like stalking than stopping them from keeping them away from Giorno, but nonetheless he looked around and stood outside of the train’s entrance. Then, suddenly, two familiar faces appeared from practically nowhere.

“Oi, Damian! Were ya gonna go without us?” Jackson waved his hand at Damian, the same arrogant smirk on his face as usual. Beside him was a quiet, seemingly timid but actually creepy girl named Annabelle. 

“No, no. That’d be against the boss’ orders!” Damian shook his head as Jackson and Annabelle caught up. 

“Let’s just go already,” Annabelle murmured silently, a frown on her face. Damian nodded and then the three got on the train and sat close to them. 

“So those are the bozzos we gotta watch?” Jackson whispered harshly, leaning over Anabelle to speak into Damian’s ear. With an audible sigh from Annabelle, Damian gently pushed Jackson off Annabelle. 

“Yes, now be quiet or else we’ll seem suspicious,” Damian scolded Jackson in a low whisper. 

“ How is it suspicious if we’re just talking?” Jackson asked, folding his arms and pouting. 

“ It just is, so let's go already!” Annabelle said louder than the two boys. Jackson shut his mouth and Damian backed up. Annabelle wasn’t a yeller, she rarely even raised her voice past a mutter. 

“ Yes, let’s.” Damian was the first to speak out of the two boys. Jackson simply nodded and pulled his sunglasses over his eyes, letting his green bangs fall over his face. Damian sighed and began to walk towards the train. It was nearly time for it to depart. 

Once on the train, the three colleagues tried to pretend they didn’t know each other, for appearance sake. Damian took out the bible and pretended to read it, really with no point since he’d memorized the whole thing. Jackson “pretended” to fall asleep. Annabelle took out a doll and brushed its hair. Damian scrunched up his nose when he noticed what she was doing. So.Creepy. 

The train ride couldn’t be done soon enough could it? 

~

“Fucking finally! This is why I hate trains!” Narancia whined as they got off the train. Abbacchio elbowed his side, hissing a shh as Mista silently nodded in agreement. 

“Let’s get going. That vineyard isn’t too close to here,” Trish said. 

“Alright,” Fugo said, rolling his eyes and walking faster than the rest of the group. Of course, everyone else followed, silently. 

“Is it just me or does it feel like we’ve done this before?” Trish broke the silence. Bruno looked over at her. 

“We went somewhere secret to hide you, Trish. That’s why it must feel similar.” Bruno said. Trish nodded. Everyone remembered this. Well, except Sheila, plus Murolo wouldn’t have known about it. It wasn’t exactly a fond memory anyway so they didn't miss much. 

The rest of the walk was silent, everyone silently agreeing there wasn’t much to talk about. Narancia occasionally complained that his legs hurt, met with a simple “ We aren’t too far. You can do it.” He wasn’t even the only one who’s legs hurt, everyone also silently agreed that their legs hurt. At the point where they were nearly there, Fugo’s legs actually gave out, making it quite apparent the boy hadn’t done a lot of walking lately. Sheila helped him stabilize and let him lean on her for the rest of the walk. 

Finally, after 2 or so hours of walking (too much), the group finally reached the vineyard. Everyone collectively sighed once they were able to go inside. Narancia immediately located the couch and took it over. 

“ When you said it wasn’t too close, I didn’t know you meant like 15 miles!” He groaned. 

“ 7, actually.” Fugo corrected him, sitting on the arm of the couch. His white-blond hair stuck to his face and he looked miserable. Everyone was. 

Rooms were assigned, plans were made, and after around 2 hours, the whole house was settled. It felt like it had all happened way too fast, but in this line of work, things could change on a dime. You could get used to too fast. 

Suddenly, despite the light outside, it went dark and the door slammed open. The only people downstairs were Sheila, Abbacchio, Bruno and Fugo. They all looked at the door, seeing the silhouette of a man in a priest’s robes. Abbacchio instantly stood up.

“Now, now, sit down, my little sheep.” The man spoke calmly as Abbacchio was suddenly shoved back into his seat by what seemed to be the wind. “My lord has called for you. Be grateful, for her call is glorious. She welcomes you with open arms.” 

“Cut the shit. What do you want?” Sheila leaned forward, her voice cutting through the air like a knife. The man stepped forward, his eyes glowing a strange orange color. 

“We speak of my lord and you use profanity? You know, blasphemy is a sin.” His voice snarled at the end before a vase when flying towards Sheila’s face. She dodged it, the vase falling over the edge of the chair and breaking on the floor. “You may all try to resist but, my little sheep, she is our shepherd. We’ll be with her always but never.”

“Who sent you after us? How’d you find us?” Bruno asked calmly. The man laughed. 

“I see someone respects my lord in this room. I’m afraid I cannot tell you who my lord is, but you’ll figure it out eventually. She sent me after you, to keep you away from a god greater than her.” The man smirked. 

“Damian, are you done with your introduction yet?” A voice came from the door and a boy popped his head out. Bright, neon green hair that was styled strangely- all to one side in the air. The shoulder peeked through and showed a leather jacket. The man, or Damian as he was called, sighed. He placed a hand to his forehead. 

“No, I wasn’t, but I suppose I am now.” Damian scowled. It was easy to say everyone was very confused. 

“ Now,” The green haired man stepped forwards, practically shoving Damian out of the way. He clapped ominously. “ Listen up, cause what I am about to say is important.” Everyone had their eyes trained on him. “ My name is Jackson, the loser behind me is Damian, and we also have another teammate named Annabelle but we kinda lost her so….” He looked back at Damian, who yawned. Everyone else side glanced at each other trying to understand what the hell was going on. “ Anyways, we’re not going to let you leave this house, and if you do, there will be consequences. 

“ Like what?” Narancia asked. Jackson was caught off guard.

“ We’ll…..use our stands or something.” Jackson said. Damian groaned. 

“ We’ll totally decimate you and then some.” Damian included. 

“ So basically, we’re on house arrest?” Mista asked. 

“ Wh-Yes, yes it’s basically house arrest!” Jackson was becoming flustered. 

“ Oh. Okay.” Mista looked away. 

“ Jesus- How dense are you guys?” Damian muttered. 

“ Pretty dense.” Sheila contributed. 

“ That includes you, missy.” Damian pointed at her. Sheila shrugged.

“ Never said it didn’t.” Both Damian and Jackson groaned. Fugo and Trish were trying not to laugh. Watching two wanna be interrogators and villains was hilarious, for the two men seemed to be more confused than the now. Go figure.

“ Okay okay!” Jackson said, flapping his hand in the air. “ Listen here!” Everyone shut up again. “ You probably think this is funny, a feeble attempt at villainy, right? Well you’re all wrong! Guess what! I can end your lives in a second, just like that!” He snapped his fingers and suddenly he had a vase in his hands and his leather jacket was gone. “ I can exchange anything for anything, a vase for an organ, so watch your mouths and stay put, and we won’t have a problem.” He laughed. “ Got it?” Everyone nodded. “ Great! Well, enjoy your house arrest! We’ll be watching.” And with that he swapped the vase for his leather jacket and left, dragging Damien behind him. 

“Sorry I’m late, guys-” Then Murolo walked in the door. His eyes landed on the trio of villains. He dropped the suitcase in his hand, his mouth agape.

“Don’t say a word and go sit with your friends. One false move, and you’re dead.” Damian sighed. Murolo shrugged, pushing his suitcase to the wall and sitting down, putting his legs up on the table and taking out his deck of cards. 

“How are you so calm about this?” Jackson asked. Murolo just shrugged.

“This entire ordeal isn’t threatening or anything. When you’re in the mafia, death is always, one step away.” Murolo said, flipping his cards and taking out a jack. He held it out to Jackson and Damian. “This your card?” He taunted. Damian scowled but Jackson only smirked. Suddenly, the card turned into a knife, blade to Murolo’s palm. It was dangerously close. 

“How close to death are ya now?” Jackson jeered. Murolo smiled. 

“Closer than that blade.” Murolo threw the knife against the wall, which only grazed Jackson’s head. Jackson growled. 

“Murolo, shut the fuck up.” Sheila hit Murolo’s shoulder with her fist. Murolo shrugged once again and continued to play with his cards. 

“So, anyone else want to test their luck?” Damian asked. Everyone seemed to either shrugged or shake their head. 

“So you boys are failing already? It seems Lord Serifina failed at choosing the appropriate back-up.” A girl with a creepy doll stood at the door, walking in. A small brush handle poked out of her pocket. 

“Annabelle, don’t you ever knock?” Jackson joked. Annabelle rolled her eyes. 

“ Let me have a turn with them, Jackson.” She said, her voice staying monotone. Jackson backed up, letting the girl take center stage. 

“ So these are the ones Lord Serifina was worried about?” She laughed, a giggly, childish sort of laugh. “ Wow, none of them look too menacing, except maybe the one in black.” She pointed to Abbacchio. “ It must be because of skills and abilities.” 

“ Yeah no shit.” Damien muttered, causing Annabelle to whip her head around, her eyes widening with fury. She gripped her doll and Damien coughed. As she did this, the doll changed to resemble Damien. 

“ You won’t act like that again.” She loosened her grip and let Damien catch his breath. 

“ Y-yes.” He said. A small smile escaped Annabelle’s blank composure, causing everyone to second guess how intimidating she was. She wasn’t just back up. She was the ringleader. 

“ Now, let’s try this again.” She smiled wildly. “ Lord Serifina doesn’t want you to leave, and I’m not letting you leave here, not in one piece anyways.” Everyone gulped. Annabelle meant business.