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".

I am in a writer's block with the final story… I am rereading this and will be making corrections to it eventually. My cell phone died but it is now alive again. And I have awesome news at the end of the story.

Ch 5

The sun shone brightly in the room. This was my room for the last three weeks while I stayed at Giorno's. It had that rustic Bach feel to it—bringing me back my memories as a little girl watching Disney Movies with my mom. The room was finely decorated in antiques. The wood work was just amazing. The furniture in this room alone was probably more valuable than the typical American home.

I stayed in my bed, covered by the ivory sheets. I really wanted to stay in bed for a little while longer.. Mainly because I didn't have any clothes. All my things were back in the hotel.

I heard a small knock on the door and turned towards it. A woman around Giorno's age appeared. She was very beautiful, and very pregnant. Her hair was a very soft pink, and her eyes were a dazzling green. Over all, she was very attractive. With child or not.

"Giorno telled me you no speak Italian." She spoke in a thick Italian accent.

"I don't."

"I no speek good English. But my is better than Mista."

I smiled. I guess she wanted to practice her English with me. When I saw Mista, he didn't even bother trying to talk to me in English all that much. And when he did speak English, it was only one or two words, or he had Giorno translate for him.

"Giorno telled me you no have clothes. We buy you some."

"Where's Giorno?" I asked.

"Out."

"Where?"

"Non lasciatevi coinvolgere con il suo lavoro.(I)"

I looked at her unsure. I didn't know what she said, but in the way she said it, I didn't want to press any more.

"Hoe did you learn English?" I changed the subject quickly.

"School, music, television. I read better than speak. Mista too. Mista read many English."

"So, if I were to write to him in English, he would understand?"

"Si!"

"Yes?"

"Yes." The woman spoke, "Mista will understand."

"Trish Una."

She seemed like a really nice woman. I wondered how she knew Giorno. Was she his sister? His friend? Were they exs on good terms? I really wasn't sure.

"So how do you know Giorno?" I asked her.

"He is friend. I date his best friend. Best friend are father." She stated as she pointed at her stomach. "Giorno good friend. I good friend too."

"How far are you?"

"Five."

"Congratulations." I smiled.

"Thank you. Now," Trish stated flatly, "let buy you clothes."

I was happy to know that I would be getting some new clothes. I was getting tiered of wearing the same things for three weeks. But for the time being, I had to put my clothes back on, relieved to see my panties had dried last night.

Trish waited for me at the door of my room. And we were off.

The house was very much like my room. The over powering color of brown on the walls., the color of crimson for the rugs that served to be a highway here. The ashen blue tiles seemed to enforce the redness of the rugs. The house, or mansion would have been a better word, was finely decorated with Italian and European furniture. This place was very expensive. And the only other expensive looking place I ever stayed was in Grandma Holly's home and my Great Grandpa Joseph's. But their place was different than Giorno's. This felt uncomfortable. Almost as if I didn't belong here. While at their place, it seemed to be much more brighter and cheerful. That, or maybe I was just used to the typical standard 3 bedroom home with maybe two bathrooms...

"You hungry?" Trish asked me suddenly.

"Yeah. I just woke up..."

"Good, me too. Me eat for two." She laughed.

We both headed to the kitchen and made something to eat. I made a simple sandwich while Trish made herself a bowl of cereal with pickle juice. If she really wasn't pregnant, then she was just flat out bonkers.

As soon as we finished our meal we rushed off to the town for a girls morning .

Tish and I spent the entire afternoon shopping for clothes, and I had to admit, she knew how to shop. She haggled like it was a profesional art.. An we ended up getting more than three weeks worth of clothes for me.

"Hey, how are you two doing? Giorno spoke casually.

Trish answered back to him in Italian. I guess she was letting him know what we did.

"E lei è un pericolo?" Giorno spoke softly.(II)

"Stai chiedendo se è come noi?" Trish spoke just as quietly. (III)

"Tu sai che io sono."

"Se è lei, lei non è un utente nemico."

"Bene." Giorno smiled, "Ma per essere al sicuro, ti faccio vedere il suo Polnareff."

"Buona idea." Trish smiled.

What are you two talking bout?" I asked.

"Trish is mad at me for not showing you around the house.

"Well, Giorno, I go now. Mista worry to many." Trish smiled.

"It's too much."

"That too." She laughed.

And with that, she was gone. Both Giorno and I stayed at the entrance of the house for some time. I had my bags upon bags of clothes that I hat to take to my room. And I got the feeling that Griorno lived here alone most of the time. I felt bad for him. This was too much space for a single person to live in. It must be really lonely sometimes.

"So, are you going to show me around the place or are you going to wait until a pregnant woman punches you in the face?" I broke the silence.

Girono looked at me oddly for a few seconds before realizing what I was talking about. He chuckled at my little joke and helped me with my bags. He carried half of my bags for me as we made our way to my room. We made light conversation as we headed there.

It was a little weird. Even though I have known Giorno for the three weeks, he had opened up his home to me. That took a lot. That, or he was seriously nuts. But even if he was nutty, or evil, I could take him on. It wasn't like he was a Stand User.

Before I knew it, we were already at my room. I put the bags near the door so I could spend a little more time with him. I really wanted to get to know him better. He really did seem like a good person. Yes, he was mysterious, but he still had a good heart from what I could see.

"So, how was your day?" Giorno asked.

"Good. I think Trish went a little shoppers crazy with the clothes." I grinned.

"That's Trish for ya." Giorno chortled. "You should see the clothes she has for her baby. Kid is never going to wear the same thing twice."

"Wow… So, how was your day, if you don't mind me asking?"

"It was good. I had a lot of work. The driving people around can be really intense sometimes. I found out that I was driving some people that were wanted by the Italian police…"

"Damn, all that trouble for driving spoiled brats around?"

"Hey, those spoiled brats pay well when you trick them."

"They sure do."

Giorno started showing me around the house, telling me little factoids about the history of it and some of the objects that were here.

It took us some time before we crossed his room. Griorno smiled, telling me that he wanted to show me something. If I were to think like Hermes, my brain would have exploded. But I was going to keep my head out of the gutter for as long as possible.

We went into his room, which looked almost identical to mine. The bed was a little bigger, however. But all in all, the house was really nice.

I have a pet turtle. You wanna see him?" Giorno asked me.

"Sure, why not?" I smiled.

I can always bother my uncle about it. He really hates turtles for some reason. I always found them cure in a reptilian way. He just found them to be the most disgusting creatures in the world.

Giorno went into his bathroom to take out the tank. It was rather plain looking. There was some sand, a few nice-sized rocks, and a log. Under the log, was a small turtle. It looked like it was sleeping. I know that if my father was here, he'd probably end up spewing a large amount of information about turtles in general.

"Aww, he's cute. What's his name?" I asked Giorno.

"Polnareff."

"What an odd name," I laughed, "for a turtle."

"Yeah. I had him for years. He's a good pet."

I looked at the turtle and stared in horror for a second. There was a man, perhaps five to ten years older than my father, on the back of Giorno's pet. His hair was rather unusual. It reminded me of one of those military street-fighters hair cuts from the game.

"Damn it, Giorno! I am not your pet!" the man yelled.

Giorno seemed to ignore the man. That or maybe, this turtle was a stand user. And Giorno couldn't even see him. Giorno couldn't see the man on the turtle's back because he didn't have a Stand.

"You god damn mafia asshole! Tel her I'm not your pet!"

Holy shit! I knew it! I should have listened to Hermes. Giorno was giving her bad vibe because he was a bad man! If he knew that I knew he was in the mafia, he might end up putting a dead horse head on my pillow and torture me to death. This good guy facade was all an act. Giorno had his skeletons in the closet, and I had mine. But it seemed that his was possibly even more dangerous than mine. I am pretty sure that Giorno had killed tons of men. I mean, come on, he's a mafia member and all of them had to kill at some point. I could imagine it now, Giorno killing people by running them over and just throwing their bodies into a river. I could envision that the victims were all wearing cement shoes.

And this house! He probably got it from drug money. Or some other kind of money. Giorno was absolutely dangerous and I was stuck here. If he knew what I knew now, he might end up killing me.

"He's a good turtle." Giorno laughed as he petted the turtle's shell, in the process, hitting the man.

"So, Giorno. You never told me the rest of your day." I stated.

"I was driving tourists"

Bullshit. I didn't believe a word of it. And the man in the turtle laughed at Giorno. This only made me feel surer that he was lying.

"You know, I have a good sense of when people lie to me." I said as I pulled out my string, being careful that not even the turtle man could see.

Slowly, I manipulated it around his ankle. That way, if he did decide to run or pull some shit that I didn't like, he's be missing a foot. I would make sure that he left a bloody trail.

"What do you mean?" Giorno asked me, his voice dipped coolly.

"I don't like being lied to. I didn't want to say anything to you on how you really got this house because it's none of my business. We have our secrets to hide, Giorno. But I would appreciate it if you cut the bull shit." My voice turned icy cold.

I wanted to make sure that it sounded tough. Mainly because I felt scared stiff. I had never met somebody who was in the mafia and from all the movies I've seen about them really made them look more dangerous than all the guys I had to fight when I was in jail.

"I see. Well, if you feel that way," Giorno muttered, "I'm not all that I say I am."

And thus ends this chapter. I am sorry for having to make you all wait so long. I had to deal with school and I found out that my sister is going to have a baby. So I do hope you all enjoy this story. I am already done with Part 2, and I am in the process of writing Part 3 still.

(I)- Don't get involved with his work.

(II)- And is she a danger?

(III)- Are you asking if she is like us?

(IV)- You know I am.

(V)- If she is, she is not an enemy user.

(VI)- Good. But to be on the safe side, I'll show her Polnareff

(VII) – Good idea.

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