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".


Hey people, thank you for the reviews. I am amazed that this story got at least 1 review because let's face it… JJBA is very under appreciated. But anyway, this story is going to be moving slow paced because I am trying to get all of my ideas in order… For some reason, I have a feeling that this series will become a trilogy… But enough with me blabbering… One with the story!


Ch1


"Vorrei spiegar l'affanno,
Nnasconder lo vorrei,
e mentre i dubbi miei
cosi crescendo vanno,
tutto spiegar non oso,
tutto non so tacer.
Sollecito, dubbioso,
penso rammento e vedo,
e agli occhi miei non credo,
non credo al mio pensier." (I)
~Matastasio


I couldn't believe that my father managed to clear my name and my friends for our "crimes". I guess when you were a related to a Joestar, money was bound to make your voice louder. And to make the situation even better, he just handed us tickets for Italy.

If my father was giving this special treatment as a token of apology for not being there in my life, it sure as hell was working on me. The man was getting me softer than a marshmallow.

My friends, Foo and Hermes, were with me on this trip. I was happy for that. Mainly because I had some guy issues to resolve and what better way to resolve those issues through going on a girls only trip to Italy?

"I want water!" Foo cried out in frustration.

"Foo, wait until we get our stuff." Hermes muttered slightly irritated.

I understood Hermes' irritation because of the long plane ride from America to Italy. But Foo was different from both of us. Foo was originally plankton with a stand ability. Foo had taken over one of the dead inmates and had become friends with us after a long battle. Even though Foo was one weird person, she was a good friend. She just makes one really weird human.

Part of me was happy to go to Italy for a while. My relationship with Annasui was starting to put a strain on me. I know that he wants to be with me. He even had the balls to ask my father for permission while I was "sleeping" I the car on our way to the airport. Because of him pulling that off, it sort of brought up a weird conversation between my father and me before I departed for my plane.

As much as I loved Annasui, I just wasn't in love with him. I guess it was because of Romeo that I found it rather difficult to trust a guy with my heart. But it bothered me that a small part of me wanted to be with Romeo. Even when it was his fault for me being in jail. Part of me could still not be completely angry at him for the betrayal.

Many times, I wondered if I was just attracted to horrible men. Most of my boyfriends got me into some sort of trouble. Romeo got me into the most though. And I wondered if I was a bad person for it. Especially because I was still hung over Romeo and had a good guy like Annasui who wanted to be with me.

I motioned Foo and Hermes over to me as I got one of our bags. For the time being, Italy was going to be my utopia. I was going to use this time to clear my head and find out exactly what I wanted and needed.

As soon as we got our things, Hermes was leading the way outside. We needed to find somebody to drive us to our hotel which was in the next town. It was going to be tough because we were American tourists and we didn't know a word of Italian. And we were pretty sure that they would try to take advantage of that because most of the world saw America as retarded walking money bags.

I don't know why but out of all of the faces out there screaming out endless strings of Italian, one of them caught my attention. This man seemed different than all of the others. His hair, a golden blonde, was very unusual. He had curly bangs, yet straightened his hair. Or maybe he had straight hair and just curled his bangs. But either way, the straight hair was braded up nicely. The way he carried himself showed that he was confident. He seemed to conduct himself as if he owned everything. But from what I could sense from him, I just knew that he was different. He was "special", even though I couldn't put my finger on it

The man stood coolly in front of a car, talking to other foreigners. From how he looked, it seemed like he was offering them a ride. And they were turning him down.

"Hey, Hermes, let's check him out. We might get a good price." I said as I pointed at the blonde Italian.

Hermes looked at the man and bursted out laughing, "Not a chance. I'm not riding with some fag-boy Italian with a fucked up fashion sense."

I frowned at Hermes. It was true that his outfit was a little out there. He was wearing a pink leather suit, decorated with a few lady bug broaches. On the top center of the jacket, there was a large half heart-shaped hole that seemed to be part of the design of the jacket.

It seemed that Hermes caught me inspecting his attire and continued, "I'm not going to be around some fag if I can pull off his outfit better than he can."

"Well, let's just see how much he'll charge."

"I don't trust him." Hermes snapped back.

"Why?"

"It's a feeling that I have. I get this weird vibe from him for some reason. He seems too shady for my taste." Hermes sighed.

"Look, Hermes, we got stands. If he pulls off something funny, we'll just teach him a lesson."

Hermes grinned at the idea. I wasn't sure if it was because she might try to kick his ass, or she was going to try and start a fight. Hell, maybe even both.

We all walked over to the young man and smiled, holding our suit cases to indicate that we were tourist.

"Ciao, vuoi un passaggio? Vi costerà." The man spoke smoothly (II).

"We America. You drive us to hotel. We pay you. We own you, yes." Hermes seemed to be shouting at the man as if he was mentally retarded.

The man looked a little confused at what she was doing and caused Hermes to repeat herself, but this time, using wild gestures. I just looked at her horrified. Foo, just seemed to not care about the situation. She understood that the faster we get to our hotel, the faster she could get some water.

"You," the blonde man began, "Donna vanno kitchen. Make sandwich. Be good donna." The man said in the exact same manner as Hermes, gestures and all (III).

"Why you stupid fag! Are you making fun of me? I'll kick your scrawny ass!" Hermes huffed as she got dangerously close to the man's face.

"Signora, se si continua a preoccuparsi di me ... Avrei potuto usare la forza. Non mi piacciono le donne colpire. Ma io se devo." The man spoke very darkly (IV).

"Say that to my face, bitch." Hermes yelled.

"Non mi piace ripetermi. E 'uno spreco di energia. Non mi faccia voglio ripetermi." The man again spoke very dark again (V).

I didn't know what he said, but how he said it, I knew Hermes was either going to back down or put a sticker on his face and rip it off. I didn't want to find out either, so I just grabbed her by the arm to get her out of that situation.

"Me sorry. We no speak Italy. We speak English."

"It's ok, I speak English too. I'm just bored and your friend over there," he was pointing at a now fuming Hermes, "should learn some manners." The man paused before continuing, "I'll be glad to drive three lovely women to their hotel. But it'll cost you."

"How much?"

"It'll cost you 145,8oo Lira." He stated flatly.

"Rip off!" Hermes caterwailed.

"But I don't see any tearing…" Foo muttered.

"Look, uh…"

"Giorno." He smiled.

"OK, Giorno. That sounds expensive. Is there a way you can make it worth our while?"

"For 218,7oo lira, I can take you all to Sardegna. I have connections on how to get a plane to that island."

"And for our hotel?" Hermes muttered.

"72,9oo Lira." Giorno said holding out his hand.

Before Hermes could say anything, I shoke his hand. Besides, it was more or less a good deal... I think.

Giorno opened the trunk of his car and took our bags for us. From the corner of my ye, I saw Hermes doing something. I just wasn't sure what.


It was about a thrirty minute car ride before we reached out hotel. Giorno reminded us to be in front of the hotel in two days to take us to Sardegna.

As Foo and I began to head inside, Hermes smiled at the loud explosion. I whirled my head to see Giorno kicking a piece of tire and a busted spair. I could barely hear what he was saying, but I wouldn't be surprised if he was saying something along the lines of "Fuck".

I looked at Hermes who was grinning darkly.

"Fag had it coming."


And thus ends chapter one! Yes, I know that there are a lot of Italian sentences in this story. But I have at the bottom of this the translations. So go ahead and read that and review me.

(I)- This is Matastasio's poem that you can find in Vaccaij's vocal practices. The translation is this:

"I would like to reveal my anguish, I would like to hide it all and while my doubts grow, I dare not explain all this, at the same time, I cannot hide it all.
"Full of doubts I wonder, I remember, I see and I can't believe my eyes, I can't believe my thoughts."

(II)- Giorno is saying, "Hello, you want a ride? It will cost you."

(III)- Some of the words that Giorno is saying in Italian is woman, and go.

(IV)- Giorno is saying, "Ma'am, if you continue to bother me… I might have to hit you. I don't like hitting women. But I will."

(V)- Giorno is saying, "I don't like repeating myself. It's a waste of energy. Don't make me repeat myself."


And with the currency, you can just go and find out through google because I am too lazy to pull all of that again. More or less, Giorno was trying to rip them off by having them pay $, then they ended up having to pay that price by agreeing for him to pay $ for him to drive them and $ to take them around that lovely island…

Well, again, I want to thank all those who are reading this and reviewing. So go on and review some more.