... This is honestly something I'll work on as a break from other stories. Also, it's a challenge for any writer that comes across this, makes the same theme story, and the writers that continue the cycle:

Life loving the other side.

Well... this is my new life, now.

Realistically, I should be freaking out and asking to go home.

At least, rationally.

...

A few months ago, I fell asleep in Florida and woken up in Italy... in a school... in the past...

And one of 'my' close friends is Giorno Giovanna...

I sighed and had my hands fiddle with the puzzle Giorno gave 'me'.

In this new life, I'm still American, but 'my' family went back to their roots.

Last time I checked, Steel Ball Run was done, so that somewhat opened my mind to alternate realities. However... why was I seemingly 'switched' and 'transferred'?

Gah... I sat up from 'my' bed and went outside, taking my wallet and phone before I left.

I need some fresh air.

Stepping outside and inhaling a bit, I took the scenic route to meet Giorno.

Taking a quick stop at the bakery, I sat on a bench- no, I corrected myself- 'our' meeting spot.

I dread to think what problems the other 'me' may face back home.

When I 'arrived', I found out that I was a few years before the Golden Boy himself got the stupid lighter.

Another thing I found out, aside from the fact that I had to hide how I knew 21st century English, is that this 'me' didn't have a Stand.

A gentle breeze blew through the area and ruffled my hair slightly.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

I smiled, glancing to my left, "Giorno."

The golden boy smiled back and nodded, "Noire."

Right... 'my' name in this life is Noire. No family name, but due to having to work to earn it.

That stupid reason made me want to BURN their living quarters to the ground.

I offered Giorno one of the apple turnovers I bought as he accepted and sat down next to me.

The peace was welcomed.

According to 'my' memories, Giorno didn't tell 'me' about his Stand.

'We' were not only just close friends... but apparently secret 'lovers'.

I... didn't have any clue how to react to that.

I didn't want to break his heart... but I also don't want this relationship between 'us' to worsen.

I spoke up, out of the blue, "I want to burn something down."

At least 'this' version of me shares how 'we're' closet pyromaniacs.

GioGio points out as I finished my turnover, "I can go to tourist traps and point you in the direction of gangs."

I sighed and looked into the golden boy's eyes meaningfully, "Want and need are two different things, Giorno. For instance, I want us to be married when we're older, but society dictates that we need to marry females." He smiled and held my hand in his, "It won't be that way for long. When I achieve my dream, I'll find you and change everything."

His dream...

I chuckled, "Yeah... that dream of being the top of the food chain of control. I have no doubt that you'll do just fine."

Yeah...

Fine...

But goals and dreams require sacrifices.

Wiping the crumbs away, we enjoyed the silence.

From the corner of my eye, I noticed the flora on Giorno's side growing more beautifully and colorfully.

My heart burned in a metaphorically bad way.

A young bright soul, will defy fate and bring forth a change to this entire area...

I requested, "Giorno, can you promise me something?" He raised an eyebrow, his hand in mid-plucking from the rose.

"Treasure every single moment and stranger you interact with. Know that regardless of what happens, how little you pay attention to them, their actions help build up who you are and who you will become."

Giorno looked at me confused but nonetheless nodded with a promise, "I promise I will, Noire. But... why tell me that?"

I smiled, knowing his story and what will unfold, noticing an airplane that reminds me of what is yet to come, "Call it a gut feeling... But it's also a painful truth, no matter what anyone says."

Hugging him goodbye and waving, I got up from my spot and took a different scenic route back.

Sadly, it was merely a few weeks before the fated interaction occurs.

It's a shame I can't join Passione...

But Diavolo knows that 'I' am an unstable pyromaniac.

After all...

I plan to be a cook.

Now... how to bring 21st century cooking into the 'present' without standing out?

Giorno took one last look at the fleeting image of his secret boyfriend.

His resolve hardened.

He will change the mafia, and will marry Noire when they are both of legal age. But first... he needed money and to gather attention.

Within the depths of a soul, something sparked.

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