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Will Not Belong Here
Title: Will Not Belong Here
Fandom: JoJo's Bizarre Adventure: Vento Aureo + Stone Ocean
Character(s): Pucci, Giorno
Pairing(s): None
Genre: General
Word Count: 505
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Summary: Pucci meets the last of Dio's sons.
Notes: I guess this is more general-appeal.
“I’ve been looking for you.”
The young man before Pucci looks no older than twenty-five or perhaps twenty-six. Pucci’s attention is immediately caught by the star-shaped birthmark on his shoulder.
“I’ve been searching for you, as well,” Pucci says. “Do you know the name of the man who gave you that birthmark?”
“So it’s about that.” Pucci waits while he flips through pictures in his wallet: young men on a boat, a group of three men holding a turtle, and finally Dio. “Do you mean this man?”
Pucci nods.
“His name was Dio. A friend of mine has told me a little more than that.” The young man's eyes are gold and not red, but their intensity is the same. "Would you like to tell me more?"
Pucci's aware that they're out in the open, with people passing by in the streets and many places to hide. "Come with me."
The young man slips into Italian for a sentence while shaking his head. "I would prefer to stay in public."
Pucci doesn't have any reason to suspect that there is a gun trained on him at this moment... but he doesn't have a reason to believe there isn't. He speaks carefully. "Very well. If that is what you prefer. What is your name?"
"Giorno Giovanna." Giorno inclines his head slightly. "And you?"
"My name is Pucci. I was on close terms with your father, before he died. He was a man of greatness..."
Pucci paints Dio in only the most flattering light as he goes on about Dio's personality and history. It had worked for Ungaro, and Rykiel, and Versace, who knew nothing of their father and were desperate for something to make themselves better than the rest of the lowlifes they came from.
Almost right away, he can see that it's not going to work for Giorno. Giorno carries himself like someone already great in his own right, without the help of his father. Giorno doesn’t need his blood to destine him for better things.
When Pucci’s done, Giorno speaks up. “Did you really bring me here all the way from Italy just to tell me that?”
“Of course not consciously, I didn’t know you existed. If I had, a phone call would be more efficient.” Pucci thinks about telling him the plan for Heaven and decides against it: Giorno would almost certainly oppose him. He doesn’t need that.
Giorno looks him in the eyes and says, “If that’s all, I’ll be going.”
“Of course. May God bless you, Giorno Giovanna.”
“Likewise to you, Father Pucci.”
Giorno leaves. Pucci tries to follow inconspicuously but soon loses sight of him. He steps inside a coffee shop and the feeling that a gun is pointed at him from somewhere abates.
“Three out of four isn’t bad. Three is prime and four isn’t. It was clearly not meant to be,” he says.
Still, he can’t shake the thought that if he had managed to get Giorno on his side, the Joestars would be as good as dead.
Fandom: JoJo's Bizarre Adventure: Vento Aureo + Stone Ocean
Character(s): Pucci, Giorno
Pairing(s): None
Genre: General
Word Count: 505
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Summary: Pucci meets the last of Dio's sons.
Notes: I guess this is more general-appeal.
“I’ve been looking for you.”
The young man before Pucci looks no older than twenty-five or perhaps twenty-six. Pucci’s attention is immediately caught by the star-shaped birthmark on his shoulder.
“I’ve been searching for you, as well,” Pucci says. “Do you know the name of the man who gave you that birthmark?”
“So it’s about that.” Pucci waits while he flips through pictures in his wallet: young men on a boat, a group of three men holding a turtle, and finally Dio. “Do you mean this man?”
Pucci nods.
“His name was Dio. A friend of mine has told me a little more than that.” The young man's eyes are gold and not red, but their intensity is the same. "Would you like to tell me more?"
Pucci's aware that they're out in the open, with people passing by in the streets and many places to hide. "Come with me."
The young man slips into Italian for a sentence while shaking his head. "I would prefer to stay in public."
Pucci doesn't have any reason to suspect that there is a gun trained on him at this moment... but he doesn't have a reason to believe there isn't. He speaks carefully. "Very well. If that is what you prefer. What is your name?"
"Giorno Giovanna." Giorno inclines his head slightly. "And you?"
"My name is Pucci. I was on close terms with your father, before he died. He was a man of greatness..."
Pucci paints Dio in only the most flattering light as he goes on about Dio's personality and history. It had worked for Ungaro, and Rykiel, and Versace, who knew nothing of their father and were desperate for something to make themselves better than the rest of the lowlifes they came from.
Almost right away, he can see that it's not going to work for Giorno. Giorno carries himself like someone already great in his own right, without the help of his father. Giorno doesn’t need his blood to destine him for better things.
When Pucci’s done, Giorno speaks up. “Did you really bring me here all the way from Italy just to tell me that?”
“Of course not consciously, I didn’t know you existed. If I had, a phone call would be more efficient.” Pucci thinks about telling him the plan for Heaven and decides against it: Giorno would almost certainly oppose him. He doesn’t need that.
Giorno looks him in the eyes and says, “If that’s all, I’ll be going.”
“Of course. May God bless you, Giorno Giovanna.”
“Likewise to you, Father Pucci.”
Giorno leaves. Pucci tries to follow inconspicuously but soon loses sight of him. He steps inside a coffee shop and the feeling that a gun is pointed at him from somewhere abates.
“Three out of four isn’t bad. Three is prime and four isn’t. It was clearly not meant to be,” he says.
Still, he can’t shake the thought that if he had managed to get Giorno on his side, the Joestars would be as good as dead.