Chapter Text
9 Years Later
~Giorno's underground empire grew not only in Italy but in Europe as well. He opened a few businesses above ground to help those who were unfortunate and make the prices of high products relatively cheaper than what you would originally buy it for thanks to some help from the Speedwagon Foundation.
How Giorno got the money to fund everything was that he used GER to make organs out of things that were non renewable and things that would decompose after thousands of years and sell them to doctors only with the condition that they give it to someone who needed the organ that Giorno made.
Padre Dio called Giorno 'God's son' because 'Dio' literally meant 'God' in Italian.
Padre Jojo called it an 'act of kindness' and was glad that Giorno was so warmhearted even when he ruled such a vast empire. 'If it were Dio, I probably would have had to defeat him yet again.' Padre Jojo said when he was thinking about the past.
Padre Dio said that Jojo wouldn't have defeated him. 'I've increased in skills and I have a Stand now. Jojo wouldn't stand a chance.'
(Giorno laughed when he heard both sides of the conversation. He was glad that everything was back to normal.)
★★★
"You know." Narancia said as he was looking at a blueprint for a model airplane. He took out a screwdriver and a screw muttering, 'Screw M3... huh.' Buccellati was reading a book that was recommended by Giorno, Trish was sketching a new design for a dress she was planning to make, Mista was cleaning his gun (with the Pistols screaming in the background wanting to change their 'rooms' inside the gun) and Giorno was signing some extra paperwork from the mission that was completed just yesterday.
"It's been forever since we all went on a vacation!" He finished his sentence. Buccellati turned the page of his book.
"I wouldn't mind going but who would watch Passione when we were gone?" He asked. Mista wiped his gun.
"Sheila E and Murolo could do it! They've gotten skilled throughout the years! They can stand watching the mafia for a month right? But Trish has to come with us otherwise there'll be only four of us going in a plane!" He asked rhetorically but then panicked due to his tetraphobia. Trish smiled.
"I have no fashion shows for the next two months and I'm dying to get in a swimsuit." She encouraged. Giorno closed his fountain pen, stacked his paperwork, and cracked his knuckles.
"Actually, that doesn't sound like such a bad idea." He said. Buccellati looked up from his book.
"Are you sure, Giogio?" Giorno smiled.
"Sometimes, you have to let loose Buccellati. I can see the bags under your eyes." Giorno pointed towards the older man. Buccellati chuckled. Even though Giorno was technically the Boss of all of them (sans Trish) when it was just the five of them, Buccellati was usually in charge.
"Alright. We can go as soon as everything's settled here." Buccellati closed his book. Narancia cheered in the background as well as Mista. When the chaos finally stopped, Trish was the one who would ask the next question.
"So... where we going then?" Giorno tilted his head against his chair. The sudden decision to take a vacation was enough to make Giorno feel relaxed already.
Where could we go? He thought for a split second. Well, I mean, I could check the status of Polnareffland in Florida and visit Jolyne. It's been a while since I've seen her or called her. Last time I talked to her, she was at her Mom's place. Giorno smiled wryly.
"How does Disneyland in Florida sound like?"
"DISNEYLAND?!" Narancia exclaimed. Signor Polnareff muttered something for the first time this whole conversation.
"Polnareffland's still better." Giorno laughed.
"Florida it is then."
★★★
"Narancia! Did you forget your backpack in the car?" Buccellati called out from behind him. Giorno grabbed his rolling bag and laptop bag full of all the essentials he needed for a month's trip. He wore a casual blue t shirt with one of his old ladybug brooches at the corner of the shirt. His hair was tied up in a braid like how he did it when he was fifteen years old.
Giorno went over to Trish to help her take out her five piece luggage from her side of the trunk.
"Oh! I think I did! Thanks Buccellati!" Narancia wore a black shirt with a Pink Dark Boy design on it and grey shorts with orange flip flops underneath. Buccellati wore a shirt similar to what he usually wore but instead, it was more casual and it didn't look like he worked in the mafia. Narancia stepped back inside the car.
"What would you all do without me?" Buccellati shook his head slowly.
"Probably die." Mista shrugged, holding Signor Polnareff. He wore a green shirt and a red hoodie on top of it, to match with it, he wore a red baseball cap which revealed his chocolate hair.
Giorno chuckled.
"You shouldn't say that, Mista. You'll jinx it." He teased. Mista stiffened.
"Y-you're right Giogio! I should shut up now before I say anything more!" He busied himself by checking over the contents of his backpack again.
Before the Squad went to the airport to go on the private jet courtesy to Giorno being the Don of Passione. (It had its quirks.) they went to Fugo's and Abbacchio's grave to pay their respects. Narancia told Fugo that he successfully became an engineer and specialized in the building of airplanes. It was useful for Passione for assassination missions and to improve the trajectory of Aerosmith as well.
Giorno knew the Fugo was probably smiling when Narancia got his degree. He knew that Fugo probably saw the whole graduation from start to finish and hoped that Fugo got to at least say a 'good job' at the end of it.
Now, they were going up the stairs of the airplane after Narancia checked that it was safe to go on.
"First class baby! Here we come!" Mista cheered as he went up the stairs first. "I want strawberry cake as soon as we start flying!"
"I call window seat!" Narancia ran, coming ahead of Mista. Trish smiled.
"No fair! Let a lady take the window seat, Narancia!" She followed with a laugh. Trish was faring well these past 9 years. Giorno was glad she held no ill feelings towards Giorno for killing her dad... infinitely...
Maybe in another universe, Diavolo would have been as good of a dad to Trish as much as Padre Dio and Padre Jojo was to Giorno. Giorno would never know.
"There's enough seats for everyone to get a window seat! Slow down or you're both going to trip!" Buccellati scolded, going up the stairs slowly. Giorno held the stair railway.
It's been a while since I left Italia. I wonder what will happen on this trip? He wondered to himself.
★★★
"For the last time Padre, I'm on vacation. Stop telling me to take over the world! I took over Europe! Isn't that enough?" Giorno complained as he set the book on his lap. Dio chuckled as he sipped his wine. His relationship with his Padre has gotten better ever since Giorno saved him 9 years ago. He could speak casually with him now without any formalities. He couldn't see the rest of the members of the Joestar Mansion other than Padre Jojo but Jojo updated him on anything that happened.
"My son, nothing is enough for a Brando. But I guess Europe can... suffice." He trailed off. Giorno rolled his eyes.
"To think this whole thing started because you wanted a family fortune. I'm going to tell Padre Jojo that you're influencing me to take over the world again!" Giorno called out like a child. He laughed. Dio rolled his eyes.
"Someone like Jojo can't defeat I, Dio!" He said proudly. Giorno narrowed his eyes.
"But he can literally go through your Stopped time and he can read your mind." Dio spluttered. It was an unusual sight but not so unusual for Giorno who stumped Dio like this on a daily process.
"Who needs stopped time to defeat someone? Didn't I tell you the story of how I defeated Jojo in boxing when we were twelve years old?" But you cheated. Giorno thought but decided not to say anything. He didn't want to humiliate his Padre any further.
Who knew? Joseph was probably watching them at this moment using Hermit Purple. He didn't want to embarrass his Padre in front of basically everyone in the mansion.
"Si Padre. You have." Giorno said as he picked up his book again to read.
All was good, in the world of the living and dead.
★★★
Giorno didn't think that a theme park could make grown adults into children again.
Then again, Narancia wasn't really classified as an adult per say.
Buccellati's Squad went to Disneyland, the beach, and Polnareffland all in the span of two weeks.
(When they were at the beach, Buccellati used Sticky Fingers to zip Mista's eyes shut for staring at Trish at the inappropriate places for too long. His eyes were zipped shut for five minutes until he stated that he was in Trish's body, he would know it as much as she would! That made Buccellati unzip his eyes but he still had a close eye on the gunslinger.)
At the moment, Giorno was sitting in the living room with the rest of his team currently on downtime. Trish was on her phone, Mista was napping on the couch, Narancia was writing a blueprint for a new model airplane he was working on, and Buccellati was reading the same book that he was reading two weeks ago. (War and Peace wasn't just read in a few days!) Giorno was working on his computer, making sure that everything was ok in Italia.
*Ring! Ring!* Giorno's phone vibrated beside him. He looked down at the caller ID. 'Unknown number.' It read. Huh? Who got their hands on my personal number? No one knows that I went on vacation other than Sheila E, Murolo, and the Speedwagon Foundation. Is this the work of an enemy Stand?
"Who is it?" Buccellati asked. Giorno looked up from his phone.
"It's an unknown number." He replied. Buccellati's eyebrows raised as he rushed to get the tracking device. He connected it to the headphone part of Giorno's phone.
"Pick it up and put it on speaker." Buccellati commanded. Giorno nodded as he did so.
"Ciao Giorno Brando speaking." Giorno spoke first.
"Yo Giorno!~" He heard a familiar person from the other side talking. 'Is that Jolyne?' Buccellati lipped. Giorno nodded. 'I think.' He lipped back.
"Jolyne? Why are you calling from an unknown number?" Giorno asked. "Are you alright?" Jolyne laughed.
"So, I might be in a bit of trouble..."
"What did you do?" He asked in a casual tone but the smile on his face probably would have killed someone. It was the face he used when he was dealing personally with a traitor of Passione.
"Look, I took a summer trip to Mom's place in Florida and you know what happened? I got framed for murder and got thrown into fucking prison." Giorno's eyes widened in amusement.
"Did you tell Signor Jotaro about it?" Giorno inquired innocently.
"Yeah. He said he's bringing big bro Josuke along just in case it was the work of an enemy Stand user but..." Jolyne drawled. "I don't think he can bail all of us. Besides, I don't want Dad to get involved in this." Giorno blinked.
"All of us?" He echoed. "Did you get some new friends in prison?" He said. Jolyne giggled.
"They're legit I swear! I think I might have gotten a boyfriend as well. Dad's gonna hate him though..." She trailed off.
"Hold on." Giorno had his hands in a 'stop' motion. "Where did you get this number?" He interrogated.
"Where do you think? I used Stone Free to snatch it from some random policeman. So, what do you say, can't you come to Florida and bail us out? I'm in Dolphin Street Prison. Please?" She begged. Giorno smiled slightly.
"Well, we're in Florida anyways and I have nothing better to do. We'll be right there. I'll call your Dad to tell him that you and your friends are safe with us. Might I ask if they're Stand users?" Giorno said.
"Yup! Thank's big bro Giorno! You're the best! Tell big bro Buccellati I said hi and tell Narancia I taught them the Torture Dance!"
"HELL YEAH! AWESOME!" Narancia cried out from the background. Jolyne laughed.
"I guess that means he heard me. Shit! There's a policeman coming! See ya later Giorno!" The phone closed. Mista rolled around in his sleep and rubbed his eyes.
"Huh? What happened?" He said, oblivious to everything that just happened on the phonecall. Giorno shut down his computer.
"Well... we're bailing out my great great niece from prison." Even though we came here on vacation, Stand users still attract Stand users like gravity. I don't mind it though. It could be a nice adventure!