Everyone made their way over to where Giorno and Trish stood, all of them bewildered. "W-What was that?" Fugo questioned. Mista chuckled. "That, my dear friend, was requiem." He replied. Fugo raised an eyebrow. "What the hell is requiem?" He asked, even more confused than before. Polnareff spoke up, asking "Remember last year of the reports in Rome about people switching bodies?" Fugo nodded his head. "That may have been my requiem." Polnareff said, with a nervous chuckle. "So, is that how you ended up in the turtle?" Josuke questioned. Polnareff sighed. "In short, yes." He admitted.
Everyone in the group turned their attention to Spice Girl Requiem, who looked towards Trish. "So, it's over." Trish sighed. "Seems that way." Giorno said. Spice Girl smirked. "It doesn't seem like it'll end for Diavolo, though." She chuckled. Giorno and Trish cocked an eyebrow, while Gold Experience looked surprised. "Wait, did you… send him back into the loop?" Gold Experience questioned. Spice Girl nodded her head. "And I'll make sure he stays in that loop. Unlike some stands." She teased. Gold Experience covered his mouth with a hand, playing like he was emotionally hurt. "Why you..." He threatened, glaring at Spice Girl, who couldn't help but laugh. At that moment, Spice Girl's body began to glow a bright, but not blinding light. Giorno and Trish watched as the light reached its peak, before a clatter was heard beneath them. The requiem arrow landed right at Trish's feet. Giorno knelt down, and picked it up, observing the arrow. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Mista handed Polnareff to Giorno, and put the arrow back inside the turtle. Giorno handed Polnareff back to Mista, the gunslinger cocking an eyebrow. 'Why did he give Polnareff back? Doesn't he usually keep him close?' Mista thought to himself, before his eyes widened in realization.
The light died down to reveal that Spice Girl had returned to normal. Spice Girl looked over her body for any changes to her, but didn't see any. She groaned in disappointment. "Come on, why didn't I get any changes?" Spice Girl sighed. Gold Experience chuckled. "Don't worry about it Spice. You look perfect either way." He reassured, smiling. Spice Girl smiled back at him. "Thanks Gold." She said, draping her arm around his shoulder. Giorno and Trish turned around to their friends, who all still looked slightly bewildered. "So, that's your requiem Trish. I must admit, it seems about as terrifying as Giorno's requiem." Mista said, remembering back to when he first saw Gold Experience Requiem for the first time. Giorno and Trish chuckled, before turning their attention to Josuke and Okuyasu. "So, since you guys are cops, do we have to worry about any jail time over this?" Trish questioned. Josuke and Okuyasu looked at each other for a moment, before nodding and looking back at Trish. "Just this once, I'll let you off the hook." Jouske said. Trish sighed with relief. "Thanks Josuke."
Giorno and Trish then looked back at each other. "You know, that was quite dangerous." Giorno said to Trish. She snickered. "What can I say? Being around you guys has kind of changed me. I guess I like to live on the edge sometimes." Trish admitted. Giorno chuckled. "We've thrown our lives on the line for you, so I guess this counts as you getting even with us." He said. "I guess it does." Trish replied. Both of them stood in silence, while their friends looked in their direction with wide eyes, none of them saying anything. "I know that this doesn't have anything to do with this, but considering how many times I've done it, you and I both know that I could and would die for you." Giorno joked, lightly chuckling. Trish looked back at him, crossing her arms, a slight frown planted on her face. "Well, it would mean more to me if you lived for me. I couldn't imagine life without you." She blurted, her cheeks slightly getting red. That certainly caught Giorno off guard. "W-What do you mean by that?" He asked, his face sweltering up as well. Trish looked like she was ready to burst. "I mean that I-I couldn't live on without you, because…" She trailed off, her voice getting caught in her throat, her face now a deep shade of crimson. "Because…" Giorno felt himself getting redder by the moment. "Because… Damnit Giorno, I love you!" Trish exclaimed. Giorno stood wide eyed and full blushed. 'D-Did she just say…' Giorno couldn't fully process what had happened.
The rest of the group stood, mouths agape, staring at the two red teens, with the exception of Polnareff, who was cheering for the two of them in his head. 'Took her long enough.' He thought to himself. Giorno looked at Trish, whose eyes were closed, preparing for the worst. "Trish, do you truly mean that?" Giorno asked, his voice soft. Trish sighed, and nodded her head. Giorno drew in a breath, and sighed with relief. "Well, that's good to hear." He said. Trish opened her eyes, staring back at the blushing blonde. Her eyes widened in realization. "Wait, do you…" She trailed off, as Giorno chuckled. He took her hands in his, smiling back at the pinkette. "Yes. Trish Una, I love you too." Giorno said, his blush somehow growing even redder. Giorno felt Trish grip tightly on his hands. Trish's smile beamed from ear to ear, as did Giorno's. Neither of them were focused on the world around them. Giorno pulled Trish in close and embraced her. Giorno leaned in first, closing his eyes. Trish soon followed, her heart skipping two beats. Their lips crashed gently into each other as the world around them fully faded away. Giorno was lost in his own mind, felling the pillow-like lips of the one he loved against his own. He couldn't think of anything else he'd want to do aside from being with her. He could only imagine Trish was thinking the same thing. Trish, the girl who only acted in her own interest's day one. Trish, who bossed everyone around her, thinking she owned everything. Trish, who's world was destroyed the moment she met he father. Trish, who held her own and changed her ways of thinking. Trish, the girl whom he loved.
Giorno opened his eyes, as did Trish, both of them staring into the green eyes before them. Both of their faces were still red. How long had it been? Was anyone keeping track of time? That's when he heard cheering behind him. Giorno and Trish snapped their heads in the direction of the sounds, as they faced their stands. "Took you both long enough." Gold Experience teased. Giorno and Trish glared at Giorno's stand. Spice Girl giggled. "Should we tell them?" She suggested. Gold Experience grinned. "Tell us what?" Giorno questioned. The two stands glanced to each other and both of them grinned. "We both kind of knew about your feeling towards each other." Gold Experience said. Giorno and Trish's eyes widened with anger. "YOU WHAT?!" Trish cried. "And neither of you thought to tell us about it?" Giorno questioned. Gold Experience and Spice Girl could only laugh. "Come now, where's the fun in that?" Spice Girl teased. Giorno and Trish glared back at both of their stands, reasonably pissed off at both of them. Then a grin crawled onto Giorno's face. "Well, I guess if you're going to be like that, then I'll just tell Spice Girl how you-" Giorno's declaration was cut off by Gold Experience and Spice Girl's kiss. Giorno and Trish both stood agape. The stand's kiss ended, before Gold Experience turned to Giorno and said "I've known since last night. Try me." Giorno clenched his fist, glaring back at Gold Experience. "Why you…" He muttered. That's when he felt Trish's arm around his shoulders. All his anger seemed to dissipate as he turned his attention back to Trish, and leaned in for another kiss, which she accepted.
Their lips parted yet again, before returning their attention to the group. "Sorry about that. I hope PDA's aren't illegal here." Trish joked. Josuke and Okuyasu stood stunned, as did the rest of the group. "What's the matter? Cat's got your tongue or something?" Giorno joked. "Were the both of you oblivious to your stands in the last five minutes or something?" Mista queried. Giorno and Trish looked confused. Mista continued, saying "Because they were just hardcore making out behind the two of you during your declaration thing. To be honest, it was kind of ho-" He was interrupted by Fugo's hand smacking the back of his head. "Ow, what the hell man?" Mista fumed. Fugo just rolled his eyes. Giorno and Trish glared back at their stands, who innocently looked in two different directions. Giorno and Trish shook their heads. "Disgusting…" They both muttered under their breaths.
That's when the gang suddenly heard loud panting behind them. They all turned around to see a very eccentrically dressed man standing before them. His suspenders nearly fell off of his shoulders, as he readjusted his headband. "What the hell happened here? I thought I heard something going on over here and made my way over." His shrill voice cried out. Koichi sighed. "Everything's fine now, Rohan-sensei. There's nothing to worry about." He said. Rohan's eyes darted towards the gang, eyeing each of them carefully. His eyes landed on Giorno. "May I know your name?" Rohan questioned. "Why me?" Giorno asked. Rohan didn't respond, as he just glared back at Giorno. Giorno sighed. "It's Giorno Giovanna." He said at last. Rohan put a finger to his chin in thought. "Giorno, huh?" He muttered, before turning his head right to Koichi. "Isn't that the kid that Kujo wanted you to check on?" Rohan questioned without a second thought. Koichi's eyes widened in anger and fear. "ROHAN!" Koichi spluttered. That's when the realization hit Rohan. "Oh dear." He muttered. Koichi groaned. "Wait, Giorno was the one who Mr. Jotaro sent you to investigate?" Josuke interrogated. Giorno looked back towards Koichi. "Koichi, what's going on?" He questioned. Koichi sighed. "I guess I should tell them." He muttered, his shoulders slinking low. Koichi looked at Polnareff. "Can you help me explain everything?" Koichi asked. Polnareff looked back at him and nodded his head. Koichi smiled. "Thanks, Polnareff." He said.
Koichi then turned his attention to Giorno and Josuke. "You two, come with me." He said, gesturing into the turtle. Josuke looked bewildered. "How does this involve me?" He questioned. Koichi looked back at his friend. "You'll see." He said, before turning his attention to Rohan. "You're coming in too." Koichi ordered. Rohan sighed. "Fair enough." He muttered. "If anyone else wants to join in on this, then step into the turtle. Otherwise, just stand outside until we're done." Polnareff declared, his ghost disappearing into the turtle. Koichi, Josuke, Rohan, and Giorno closely followed Polnareff in. Trish and Mista followed in a moment later, leaving only Fugo, Okuyasu, and Yukako on the outside. "Let's hope that they only take a few minutes." Fugo muttered to the others. They nodded in agreement.
"Alright, you have us here. Now what?" Josuke questioned, slumping himself down on the left end of the couch. Giorno sat down on the right side of the couch, with Trish sat next to him, holding his hand in her own. Mista stood by the cabinet, grabbing a bottle of soda. Rohan looked around the room in wonder, thinking about how he could incorporate this into his next work. Koichi and Polnareff each took seats in the armchairs, before leaning forward. Rohan took a seat in the white armless chair in the corner of the room. "Now, Giorno" Koichi began "Could you do me a favor really quick?" "What is it?" Giorno asked, slightly worried. "Could you show me the back of your left shoulder?" Koichi asked. Josuke raised an eyebrow, as did Giorno. Giorno stood up, reached over his shoulder and pulled his shirt down, revealing a star-shaped birthmark. Josuke shot up. "WHAT?!" He cried. Giorno looked at Josuke for a moment, before the cop pulled his own shirt down to reveal…
"What's going on here?" Josuke asked. Trish, Mista, and Rohan all stared at the identical star-shaped birthmarks at the base of Giorno and Josuke's necks. Giorno and Josuke looked back at each other. "Who are you?" They both muttered, turning their attention to Polnareff and Koichi. "You two better explain everything." Josuke bellowed. Polnareff and Koichi looked at each other for a moment and sighed. "Alright, it's time for a little history lesson." Polnareff declared. "Everything began in 1880's England, where…"
It took many minutes of storytelling and explaining, but Koichi and Polnareff explained to both Giorno and Josuke what had happened and how their lives were connected. Giorno looked at Josuke with bewilderment, as Josuke did the same with Giorno. Trish interjected. "So, Giorno's father, DIO, was a 19th century vampire who stole the body of his step-brother, slept for a hundred years at the bottom of the sea, learned about the stand arrows from the woman whom my father pawned them off to, and had a powerful stand that could stop time?" She asked. Polnareff nodded his head. "Alright, just making sure I was keeping track here." Trish said. "I thought it was weird for me to have two biological dads, but it seems I'm not alone." She added, attempting to lighten the mood. Giorno chuckled slightly, before returning his attention to the subject at hand. "How do you know about DIO?" Giorno questioned. Polnareff sighed. "I was a pawn of his. He put a flesh bud in my head, and told me to stop the Joestars." He admitted. Giorno's eyes widened.
Polnareff continued, saying "If it wasn't for Jotaro pulling that damn thing out, I don't know what'd happen to me." Josuke piped up, saying "Unfortunately, we know what would happen." Polnareff raised an eyebrow. "How so?" He inquired. "Okuyasu's old man struck a deal with DIO, and DIO planted a flesh bud in his head. When DIO was killed, Okuyasu's old man mutated and transformed into some kind of a monster." Josuke said. Polnareff shuddered. "My condolences to Okuyasu's father." He said. Josuke chuckled. "He's not dead, you know." He replied. "Wait, what?" Polnareff questioned. "See, Oku's dad apparently had the capabilities to manifest a stand, and I think that his stand is the thing that's keeping him alive." Josuke quickly explained. Polnareff put a hand to his chin in thought. "Hmm, interesting." Polnareff muttered. "Either way," Koichi interrupted "Giorno is the son of Dio Brando and technically Jonathan Joestar. This makes him a part of the Joestar lineage." Josuke and Giorno looked at each other. "So that's why I felt an odd aura from you yesterday." Josuke said. "It kind of makes sense. I could sense my father's presence last year during our mission. I guess it's just a thing in families." Trish admitted. Giorno nodded his head. "But how come you couldn't sense him this time?" Mista questioned. "Well, I felt something weird during the first night in town. For some reason, it didn't feel like how it did last year." Trish replied, remembering how she fell into Giorno's arms, slightly blushing.
Rohan held his head, looking all sorts of confused. "So, if I'm reading this right, then that means Giorno is Josuke's grand-uncle." He said. "Precisely." Koichi replied. "Jeez, and I though Josuke being Jotaro's uncle was weird." Rohan muttered to himself. Giorno chuckled a bit, gazing ahead with a thousand yard stare. "GioGio, are you alright man?" Mista asked. Trish walked up to Giorno's side and grabbed onto his hand. "Giorno?" She asked, concerned. "You know," Giorno began "all my life, I thought that I had no family. I thought it was just my mom and step-dad." He turned to Trish, a sad expression plastered on his face. "That's when I found the old photo of him." Giorno fumbled in his pocket for a moment, pulling out his wallet, and opening up to the photo of DIO. He tossed the photo to Koichi, and everyone else in the turtle made their way to the photo, save for Trish, who was still by Giorno's side. "For so long, I tried to figure out who he was. I remember the nights that my mother would go on and on about him, about his charm and personality. I so desperately longed to meet him." Giorno sighed, slumping down on the couch, Trish sitting next to him. "And now that I know what he truly is…" He trailed off, his sentence dying in his throat. "You worry that you'll end up like him, right?" Trish asked. Giorno looked back at her. "Yeah." He croaked. "I felt the same way about my father, about Diavolo. I've seen the monster he truly is. Many nights, I would wake up screaming, either from a nightmare of me killing you, or you being killed by my father, and I'd just sit there and watch. I'd either be useless to help, or I'd just end up a monster." A tear ran down Trish's face as she finished.
Giorno wiped the tear from her cheek. "Trish, you aren't like your father. You are your own person." Giorno reassured. Trish looked back to Giorno. "That was my fear, up until now. What I've just heard about what your father did, and who he was, it got me thinking. It reminded me of my own father, and how he was. That was the confirmation I needed." She explained. Giorno raised an eyebrow. "I'm not sure where you're going with this." He said, unsure of her next move. Trish held Giorno's hand close to her chest, smiling warmly. "You aren't someone who's just thrown away your humanity. You've accepted there are problems. Seeing that you haven't grown into the monster that your father was is enough evidence for me that you aren't going to become him." She warmly replied, pulling Giorno in for a hug. Giorno, whose face now had a pink hue to it, returned the hug. Giorno wasn't uncommon with hugs. They were signs of peace amongst Passione. But he had never truly felt the hug of someone who loved him. Not even from his own mother. Even when Giorno and Trish hugged before, it was just because they were friends. In this moment, Giorno lay in something he could only once dream of; a hug from someone he truly loved. He closed his eyes, not wanting the moment to end.
Trish was the first to let go, but she was surprised to still feel Giorno's arms around her. "Um, Giorno…" She trailed off. Giorno opened his eyes, realizing Trish had already let go. "R-Right, sorry." He muttered, letting go of Trish, slightly embarrassed. Trish giggled slightly. "Its fine, Giorno." She reassured, leaning in for a kiss. Giorno gladly accepted her request, as the two shared another few moments with their lips locked. The rest of the group was too distracted by the photo to realize their friends were making out. "It looks nearly identical to the one that Hermit Purple created." Polnareff muttered. "Hermit Who?" Mista questioned. "Hermit Purple is my fa… Mr. Joestar's stand." Josuke explained. Mista nodded his head. "There was a rumor that DIO had two stands. One was The World, his main stand." Polnareff explained. "However, he had another stand similar to Mr. Joestar's stand, which didn't have a name. I'd assume that was the stand that was gained by the body of Jonathan. I think it was just nicknamed 'The Passion' or something like that." He added. "So DIO probably took some photos of himself, but for what purpose?" Rohan wondered aloud. "Beats me." Polnareff shrugged.
"I'm just more interested in the fact that Giorno's dad was a vampire. That's fuckin' sick." Mista exclaimed. Polnareff just sighed and shook his head. "This does bring up an interesting question though. Is Giorno part vampire or not?" Rohan questioned. The group all looked at each other, before turning their heads towards Giorno and Trish. They gasped in horror, seeing Giorno sat on Trish's lap, with his mouth on Trish's neck. "OH MY GOD, GIORNO!" Polnareff cried, covering his eyes. Giorno stopped what he was doing, before looking back at the group. His eyes widened in fear. "U-Uh, it's not what it looks like." He stammered. Trish opened her eyes, looked up, and gave an annoyed glance to the rest of the group. "Damnit guys, can't we have a moment together?" She fumed. The group's eyes widened. "Wait, so Giorno wasn't sucking your blood?" Mista questioned. Trish sat bewildered. "No, he wasn't." She stated. "Wait, is this because my dad's a vampire?" Giorno questioned. The group looked to each other, and all at once, a unanimous "Perhaps" echoed in the room. Giorno sighed. "Look, if I was a vampire, then wouldn't I have been burned in sunlight?" He questioned. "Or would my reflection not show up in that mirror over there?" He asked, pointing towards a mirror that showed the entire scene laid out before them. Once more, unanimously, the group echoed a "Perhaps" in the room. Giorno shook his head and chuckled.
"Are we done here?" He asked. The rest of the group nodded their heads. "Alright, now are we good to go or not?" Giorno questioned. "Yeah, I think we're good here. Okuyasu and I still have like a half hour left in our shift, so we should probably get going." Josuke admitted, stepping out of the turtle with Koichi and Rohan. Mista glanced back at his friends, before giving them a smirk, and exited the turtle. Polnareff stood, gesturing Giorno and Trish out. "I know I'm happy that you two are together now, but… Jesus Harold Christ, keep it in your pants man. At least when you're in the turtle. And don't involve me." He pleaded. Giorno and Trish chuckled, and nodded, before the both of them exited the turtle, hand in hand. Polnareff shook his head to himself and chuckled. He looked outside the turtle's room and beamed. "Congrats kid, you did it." Polnareff said, before returning back outside.
"Hey Fugo, guess what?" Mista asked, sitting down next to Fugo. Fugo sighed. "What is it?" He questioned. "So, apparently, Giorno's dad is a vampire from the 1800's with a stand that can stop time." Okuyasu and Yukako blinked for a moment. "Wait, Giorno is DIO's son?" Yukako questioned. "Yeah." Giorno muttered, rubbing the back of his neck, as he and Trish sat down. "Don't worry, Giorno's cool with us." Josuke reassured. Fugo stared back at Mista, giving him one elongated blink. "What's the legal drinking age here?" He asked. Laugher erupted from the table. "It's not even five o'clock Fugo." Mista joked. "Well Guido, it's like they say. It's five o'clock somewhere in the world." Fugo declared. Everyone at the table roared with laughter.
Giorno and Trish lay in their hotel room, just enjoying the others company. "Well, this trip has been eventful." Trish admitted. Giorno chuckled. "I'd say that's putting it lightly, mi bella." He said, planting a kiss upon her cheek. "So, what time do we leave for the airport tomorrow?" Trish asked. "We should be on the plane by noon." Giorno replied. Trish sighed. "I wish that we could stay a bit longer." She murmured. "You know how Mista is. Any longer than three days, and he'll throw a tantrum." Giorno said. Trish then rolled over on top of Giorno. "I guess it doesn't matter where we are, I'll still be close to you." She said, before leaning in for a kiss. Giorno chuckled, and leaned in to accept her kiss. On the next bed over, their stands observed their actions. "Crazy kids." Gold Experience chuckled, with Spice Girl laughing. "We can hear you, ya know?" Both Giorno and Trish called out, pausing their kiss, and glaring towards their stands. The two stands laughed, before returning to their users. Giorno rolled his eyes. "They're both weird." He muttered. Trish giggled. "Aren't stands a reflection of one's personality?" She asked. Giorno narrowed his eyes, glaring at Trish's innocent face. "Don't try to bring logic into this, otherwise you're sleeping on the other bed alone tonight." Giorno jokingly threatened. Trish rolled her eyes, snuggling in closer to Giorno.
A/N: I'd be lying if I said that I came up with the kiss scene by myself. Credit to the GioTrish queen herself, Auralime, for the inspiration for the scene.