Golden Strings
Disclaimer: I don't own JJBA. Sorry, I am not that much of a moe-blob to own it.
Summary: GiornoJolyne. Jolyne and friends are in Italy for three months. But when they meet Giorno, things may seem a little too intense for the two "Jojos".
Prologue
I knew that my life with him was going to be a challenge. His secret life as a mafia boss was the reason why he didn't want me involved in his life. Nothing good would ever come from Giorno. I was well aware of that. But that still didn't stop me from falling for his Italian charm.
I remember my mother faintly telling me that Giorno was just like my father. Both held a certain air about them. Both so distant— almost as if being with somebody else meant death. She went as far as telling me— warning that he would be a dead-beat like my own father. I couldn't help but remain quiet as she continued to disrespect my father. I knew that my mom really did love him at one point. What did their marriage in was the years of deception that turned my mother so cold to my father.
For the longest, my mom thought that my dad was having an affair with another woman. So many nights I would lay on my bed as they both argued silently at first. And slowly their arguments would escalate into shouting matches. I could feel the very walls shake in fear at my father's mighty voice. And I knew that my mom would not just sit down and let him yell at her. She seemed to be able to match that same fire as him, sometimes, even surpass it. So many times, I would pray to God that He could bless our family and make both mom and dad happy. I wanted us to be happy.
I never knew that my father was fighting two battles. He was fighting perhaps the most important battle in all of human history; the battle between good and evil. And another that not even my own father could win— his failing marriage with mom.
He became distant to mom and me to only protect us from a truly horrible monster. My father was like the Prince in the Fairy Tales that vanquished the evil demons and sent them back into Hell. If those demons of the night knew that my father had a wife and family that he loved, they would have surly used us to get to him.
When mom left him, I wondered often what went through my father's mind. Was it worth giving us up just so he could fight the bad guys? Was it really worth having us hate him in the end? Even if it meant that in the end, he was protecting us? Maybe my father, an emotionless man, may have shed a tear of regret— regret of losing the time he could never gain again with his family.
I do remember, dimly, a bit of the happy times with him. I was only three at the time, and he was teaching me how to swim in a water park. I was so scared to go into the "deep" end. But when he held me in his mighty hands, I knew that I was safe. And I felt at peace.
It took the entire morning for him to teach me how to swim. And when I could finally do a doggy paddle, I was so happy. It took my mother calling both of us to eat lunch to tear us away from the pool. That entire day, I was by his side. In the afternoon, I remember how I would splash him with water, and it seemed as if he could scoop up waves and just dump them on me. I couldn't help but laugh, and neither could he.
I wonder if he still held that memory close to his heart. The closest memory of a happy family we ever had.
Back then, before I knew what was really going on at that time, I hated it. I hated that memory of my father. I felt as if he was only showing pity towards a family that seemed to only get in his way. I felt as if I was only some stray dog that you only gave food because you felt bad for it. I felt as if I was nothing more to him than a "dog". But that hate vanished. My father was stuck between a rock and a hard place. He only did the best he could. He did what every person with great power could do. He was blessed with mighty power. And that power came with great responsibility. It was his duty to take action.
That was the duty of a stand user. To protect the weak from the evil monsters. Even if it meant that we would lose those closest to us. That was the choice my father made. I couldn't blame him for doing so.
I watched Giorno turn slightly in his sleep. In the pale light of the moon, he looked almost like a Roman God. His mess of curls plastered with the heat of our latest storm of passion, the rest of his hair in a more chaotic jumble. Hi features in this light truly bewildered me. His often sharp face seemed to soften more as he continued to dream. His well toned chest moved up and down with every intake and out take of air.
With my index figure, I drew light imaginary patterns on his chest. I was trying to figure out if Giorno was worth all of this. Was I worth it? Were we both worthy of being with somebody? Both of us Joestars through some distant relative. I knew it because of the star-shaped birthmark on both of our shoulder. And it was obvious that he was a stand user. Both of us knew that it was truly going to be very difficult to maintain happiness with somebody else. We were Fate's chosen to protect the world from those with dark hearts. Were we even privileged to have some sort of happy life?
As I grew tiered, I warily drew closer to Giorno. I could feel his warm skin on my back. And as I began to drift to sleep, I could feel his arm wrap around my waist. And I knew, for that moment in time, that Giorno was truly worth it. He was worth everything. But was I?
And thus ends this lovely little prologue. I know that I have Only God Knows, and Right now, I cannot find my pen drive with the story. So I am terribly sorry guys. I am in a desperate search for it because that pen drive also has an important research paper that I is due next month…
So I will probably have to rewrite the chapter again if I can't find it… Well, you guys, read and review.