Just a heads up that I am sorry if the characters might seem OOC to you. This is my first time writing a JoJo fic so please bare with me through this journey. Enjoy!
You see, Giorno had a nice routine in the morning set up for him. He would get up out of bed, greet Polnareff who would be chilling with his upper half outside the turtle key. Then we would go to the bathroom and take a shower, brush his teeth, and make his hair. Feeling ready for the day as always ready to go downstairs to meet the gang and eat some breakfast. Sadly today wasn't like normal mornings, for as he was getting dressed for the day some random ass stranger burst through the wall and scared Polnareff to dip into the key.
"Giorno Giovanna…" The stranger gasped out with a glare in his eyes. Giorno didn't even give the man a chance before summoning Golden Experience to his side prepared to kill the man at any given second, "Yes, that is my name. What do you want?" The man grinned and snapped his fingers, Giorno didn't have time to react as what appeared to be a stand came from the ceiling above stabbing Giorno directly in the head causing the stand user to smile even more, "Goodbye bitch!" He cackled, until three bullets went through his head.
Giorno fell to the ground with a thud as he heard loud panicked voices echo through his mind. Everything went dark for him and he couldn't see a thing. It felt like hours had passed before he opened his eyes again, this time he was on his bed. 'Was it a dream?' he thought until he tried to get up and felt pain coarse threw him. Yep, not trying that again.
He moved his eyes around trying to see if there was anyone he could talk to. He saw Bruno comforting a crying Mista, Narancia in the corner seeming to try to calm his breaths as Abbacchio and Trish seemed to be walking in circles. Fugo just entered the room looking really confused and Trish seemed to walk him out of the area to explain the situation. Polnareff looked deeply upset also. Oh, the stand user who stabbed him was dead on the floor also so that seemed to be a plus but Giorno doesn't understand why everyone is acting the way they are.
He tried again to get up but the shot threw him again causing him to slightly groan but no one seemed to notice him. He opened his mouth to say something but he only could let out ragged breaths. He decided to give up and try to listen in on Bruno and Mista's conversation which wasn't a difficult task. "Please calm down Mis-" "HOW CAN I CALM DOWN! HUH BRUNO? HE WAS JUST- HE JUST! AGH!" He threw his hands on his face and began to cry some more and Giorno couldn't deal with seeing his boyfriend cry like that anymore so he did the most rational thing that came to mind.
He opened his mouth again and surprisingly was able to get the words "Mista…" out. Honestly Giorno's voice sounded so dry and dead to him that it startled him. Mista shot his head up and it seemed like everything in the room stopped, which was untrue because all heads slowly but surely panned in his direction. The eyes were filled to the brim with shock that made Giorno feel like he just told them he was Hitler in disguise and had full proof evidence.
Mista's face however became filled with joy as he ran over and lifted Giorno up like he was a cat and hugged him so hard that his ribs felt like they were going to shatter like glass. "Holy shit Giorno! Don't do that again!" "Do you mean getting stabbed, I agree, never again." Giorno said dryly, not like a deadpanned type of dry, more like 'I need water' type of dry. "God it sounds like you haven't drank in 50 years! What do you need?" "Water." "Coming right up!" and just like that Mista bolted the hell out Giorno's room, accidentally pushing Abbacchio to the side, "Fuckin hell." He muttered before looking straight at Giorno, "How the fuck are you still alive?"
"Parden?" "You may have noticed but you got stabbed right through your head, you should be fuckin dead, infact you were dead. We all checked your pulse and you were corpse cold already." Giorno's eyes widened as Abbacchio stated the obvious, how was he not dead? Abbacchio walked up to Giorno and forcibly grabbed his wrist and he checked for a pulse. His eyes widened in shock as he felt how cold Giorno's body was and there was, undoubtedly, no pulse coursing through Giorno.
"There is...no pulse…" He announced to the others. "Bullshit! He is literally right here, alive and breathing! He's gotta have a pulse!" Narancia yelled. "Oh? Why don't you feel it for yourself then?" Abbacchio spat. "I will!" He ran over to Giorno, shoving Abbacchio to the side. He felt the wrist but once again, no signs of life made itself known. Narancia didn't give up hope though as he pressed his head against Giorno's chest. It was also cold but Narancia didn't care, he just wanted to hear Giorno's heart beat. To his surprise, there wasn't a beat to be heard.
Narancia's face paled to the lightest color you can imagine as he hurriedly backed away, "What the hell! Is this the stand users ability?" "No, if so Giorno would be plain dead not walking dead!" Bruno looked confused and looked at Giorno, looking as if for once Bruno didn't have a plan for this. Just then Fugo and Trish entered the room, Trish's eyes seemed to be red and Fugo looked shocked. Trish looked at Giorno and looked like she was about to run over and hug him until Bruno threw his hand down in front of her protectively.
"The hell Bruno?" "Shhh!" The room went silent though you can hear Mista downstairs running the sink for water. The room was way tense and Giorno had no idea of what to do because apparently he was still dead! Polnareff was also silent this whole time but he looked at Giorno and suddenly blurted out, "Show me your teeth, I want to see something." Everyone was confused at that request but honestly Giorno shrugged it off and obliged. He did a little fake smile and surprisingly Polnareff, the man who was a ghost, looked paler than ever before.
"Okay so um, this may be a little, tensy, personal and I know you have told us in your past you only had a mother and a step father but is there any chance you know anything about your biological father or…" Now Giorno was highly confused. What did his father have anything to do with this? Though he decided to whip out his wallet and show him the only photo of his dad he has. "I don't know his name nor do I know where the photo was taken. I only know that he died when I was three."
Polnareff looked like if he wasn't a ghost he would pass out. His mouth hung open as he looked Giorno up and down and suddenly his mouth closed and he looked down with his eyes wide. He sighed, shook his head and looked up, "Uh, how do I put this without sounding bat shit insane? Um…" He shook his head again, "Um, would you believe me if I said vampires were real?"
This was inspired by a fic on AO3 named Deus Ex Machina which is an amazing fic you should check out if you enjoyed this one!