"Are you sure you have to go so soon?" Yukako questioned. Trish sighed. "Unfortunately, it seems that we do." She replied. Passione and the Morioh group all stood right outside the gate to the plane back to Italy. "Look, it's not that we hate you," Mista began "it's just that if we stay any longer than four days in a place, something bad is gonna happen." Fugo rolled his eyes. "Wasn't Diavolo showing up bad enough?" He questioned. Mista glared at him. "Don't question my beliefs, Panni." He glowered jokingly. Fugo sighed. "Whatever." He muttered. "Anyway," Giorno interjected "Morioh was lovely, and I'll be sure to visit again." Josuke smiled. "Yeah, I was beginning to miss the action from 99', but I think I enjoy the mundanity." He admitted. "You know, I've been wondering what happened here in 99'. Everyone seems to remember that year the most." Giorno said. The Morioh group chuckled awkwardly. "Let's just say that a David Bowie look alike with a severe hand fetish and a stand that made contact bombs nearly killed all of us." Koichi stated. Passione looked back with startled expressions. "It's a dark secret of the past that no one really wants to bring up." Yukako added. "S-Sorry for asking." Giorno apologized. "It's fine." Josuke reassured.
"Flight 397 From S City, M Prefecture to Naples, Italy will be departing in 10 minutes. All passengers for flight 397, please begin boarding."
"Well, I guess this is goodbye." Koichi said. "For now. I'm sure we'll meet again." Giorno replied. Josuke smiled. "Now that I know you're my granduncle, I'll be sure to expect some good gifts from you." He joked. Giorno chuckled. "If you're lucky, Josuke." He replied. The group all laughed together. "Alright, now it's time for the mandatory group hug." Mista stated. The rest of Passione rolled their eyes, but decided to play along. That's when they saw Yukako's hair suddenly grow to great lengths. "Holy shit, Rapunzel's about to wrap us in for a hug." Mista joked. "Love Deluxe is especially good for group hugs like this." Yukako stated, pulling everyone in with her hair for a hug. For once in their lives, the entirety of Passione wore a smile with pride, as did the Morioh group.
Love Deluxe loosened its grip on the group a moment later. "So, that's your stand, huh? Interesting." Trish commented. Yukako smiled. "Thanks." She replied. "Well, we should get going." Fugo commented, pointing to his watch. Giorno nodded. "We should go." He said, before turning to the Morioh group. "Arrivederci." Giorno's group called, before making their way to the gate. "Arrive what now?" Okuyasu wondered. Koichi chuckled. "No, it's arrivederci. It's formal Italian for goodbye." He explained. "Oh, that makes sense." Okuyasu commented. Koichi rolled his eyes, as the Morioh group left the airport.
"We'll reach our destination in 15 hours. Until then, enjoy the flight."
"Well, I guess it's time to kick back and relax, eh Fugo?" Mista said, kicking his legs up. Fugo sighed. "Yeah, another 20 hour flight sat next to you." He grumbled. "Hey, at least you have me with you this time." Polnareff spoke up. "You're just Mista's enabler for weird shit." Fugo retorted. Mista chuckled, draping an arm around Fugo's shoulder, saying "Aw, come on Panni, at least indulge in it with me." Fugo rolled his eyes. "Besides," Mista went on "finding out Giorno's dad was a vampire brings me back to one of my old theories." Fugo groaned. "Let me guess, it's the 'super mega ancient vampires that awoke during World War 2' theory, isn't it?" He questioned. Mista's grin grew. "Aw, I'm so glad you remembered." He rejoiced. Fugo groaned even louder. "Please, you talked my ear off about that two years ago, how couldn't I remember? I don't believe that there were ancient deities with the same name as rock bands." He muttered. "I mean, I fought a guy who called himself Vanilla Ice, so…" Polnareff trailed off. Mista erupted into laugher. Fugo just rolled his eyes and stared out the window. Polnareff sighed. 'I don't know if Mista meeting Mr. Joestar would be a good thing or not.' He thought to himself.
Five rows up from the trio, Giorno and Trish sat side by side, with Trish's head sleepily resting on Giorno's shoulder. "Another 15 hours until we're back in Italy." She sighed to herself. Giorno chuckled. "You say that like it's a bad thing." He replied. Trish giggled. "Of course it is, you're keeping me all to yourself." She joked. Giorno rolled his eyes with a smile. "You say that like this isn't what you want." He said. Trish looked back at him with a smile. "I guess I'm a bad liar, aren't I?" She giggled, planting a kiss on Giorno's cheek. "I'm all yours, Trish." He said. Trish looked back at him, saying "And I'm all yours, Giorno~." Giorno and Trish both sighed, as they rested their heads beside each other, smiles plastered on their faces, soon falling into a deep slumber.
"Hey GioGio, welcome back!" Murolo called from the terminal. Giorno smiled at him through tired eyes. "It's good to see you again, Murolo." He replied. Cannolo Murolo gazed at the scene in front of him. Giorno stood his eyes nearly ready to shut, with Trish leaning on him, ready to fall asleep. Fugo was holding Polnareff, both of them looking fine as ever. And poor Mista stood latching on to Fugo, as he seemed ready to throw up right on Fugo. "Is everything alright?" Murolo questioned, knowing the answer. "It seems to be quite the reverse of what happened when we first landed in Morioh." Fugo remarked, remembering when he was in the same position as Mista. Polnareff sighed. "Let's get everyone home before someone throws up." He sighed. Fugo and Murolo nodded, before taking everyone's luggage and heading for the exit.
"G-Giorno…" Trish weakly began. Giorno turned his gaze as best he could to Trish. "Yes, Trish?" He replied, murmuring. "I think I'll stick with you tonight, if you don't mind." Trish mumbled loud enough for Giorno to hear. He weakly smiled, saying "I thought that was the plan from the start." Trish groaned, clearly not having enough energy to deal with Giorno's jokes. Either way, Trish still smiled to herself. Murolo looked back at Giorno and Trish with a raised eyebrow, before turning to Fugo. "Hey Fugo, do you mind me asking why Trish is so touchy feely with GioGio?" He questioned. Fugo chuckled. "Let's just say that they may or may not be dating right now." He replied. Murolo's eyes widened, before he smiled to himself. "Good on them." Murolo grinned, as they made their way to the car.
The ride home was nothing extraordinary, although it was fun to see Mista try to hold his stomach on the car ride back. He complained for nearly the whole ride, commenting on Murolo's driving and seething with rage as it seemed that Murolo was driving over every pot hole in existence. But once they got back to the mansion, it was a sigh of relief for everyone in the car. Murolo and Fugo got all the luggage out from the trunk while the rest of the gang made their way back in. Sheila E. and Gianluca sat at the table, both just chatting away their evenings, before both of them turned their attention to the gang marching back in. "Welcome back." Sheila E. said, taking a look at the gang. Gianluca stared for a moment, before asking "Jet lag?" Groans echoed which signified his theory was correct. "Get to bed. It'll probably be the best for you all." Sheila E. stated, before shooing the gang off to their rooms. Mista groaned as he stumbled up the stairs and down the hall towards his room. Giorno and Trish did the same, but in a more graceful manner. A moment later, Fugo and Murolo returned, both of them panting, luggage in hand. "And this is why I'm never letting Polnareff make me do that again." Fugo panted. Murolo nodded his head in agreeance.
Giorno slammed open his door, guiding Trish into the room. Even without the lights on, Giorno knew where to walk in the dark to get around his room. He shut the door behind him, stumbling and fumbling towards his bed. At last, the two of them flopped down onto Giorno's bed, nearly knocking out instantly. Trish lay curled up slightly, with Giorno curled up next to her. He gripped her arm like a child with a teddy bear. Giorno's last conscious thoughts were of where next to take Trish, before he and Trish fell into a coma.
A/N: And we… are not done yet. I'll be posting the epilogue next week, which'll be a one chapter wrap up. And don't worry, I didn't forget about the necklace. That'll come into play in the epilogue.