(AN: Started this on a whim, but I'll try to develop an enjoyable story.)
It's been nearly twelve hours since Giorno's been missing.
"Mista, tell us again what happened. There has to be a clue about where Giorno's been taken." Fugo looked at him with concentration drawing his face.
Polnareff was settled on a desk while Mista sat with his head in his hands.
"Last night Giorno finally agreed to head to bed, so I left to let him put away his work and get dressed. There were guards at the door the whole time, but when I came back, Giorno was passed out with some sort of stand user over him!"
"What did this stand user look like?"
"Uh… blue hair, wearing a dark cloak with a bunch of sticks on his back?"
"I can't think of any stand users that meet that description…" Fugo mumbled.
"There's something else!" Mista suddenly shouted.
Fugo looked at him. Beckoning him to continue.
"The arrow! It was on the floor next to them!"
Polnareff looked panicked, "Only Giorno and I know where the arrow was hidden. This could mean that the intruder was trying to steal the arrow."
"If you don't mind me asking, but where exactly was the arrow hidden?" Fugo inquired.
"It might sound a bit cliche, but it was in a safe under the floorboards. Right under the foot of the bed."
"Then Mista, how did you let them escape?"
"Before I could do anything, they disappeared! They just vanished on the spot!" Mista protested.
They spent the next few minutes suggesting that the stand user's abilities could be teleportation, or making people fall asleep. The intruder could have had an ally in helping them break in and break out.
All in all, Passione was running around trying to find their missing boss.
Giorno was currently facing twelve… no fourteen individuals. If he included the cats. Their life forces felt off to him. It felt connected to the environment in a bizarre way.
"Who are you?" A tall muscular bald man asked.
Giorno pondered for a bit. Is it safe to tell them his name? If these people have any connections to the underworld in Italy, they'll know who he is. Then again, if they do recognise him, he'll be able to get more information.
"I am Giorno Giovanna." There was no reaction from the group and Giorno couldn't help but be a little disappointed. Perhaps he was farther from home than he thought.
"How do we know you are not the enemy." A red haired girl in armor prompted in a loud voice.
Did he walk in on a fight? These people seemed dangerous but he'd rather fight to get answers than to wander the forest for who knows how long.
"We should relax. He's only a kid. The Oracion Seis are made up of only six members and he's none of them," A brown haired man pulled up... floating screens? Are they all stand users? Pictures of six people were shown. The short man with a questionable face explained all the members.
These people definitely had powers of some sorts, but he was starting to doubt if they were stands. He saw no sign of the ghostly presences. He also heard the word 'wizard' mentioned multiple times.
"So you're lost?" A blond haired girl gently asked.
"It seems so. Do any of you have a phone I can borrow?"
"A phone? What's that?"
"A device that lets you communicate with others that are far away."
"You mean a Lacrima?"
"What is that?"
Everyone looked at him funny.
"Perhaps you could tell us where you are headed and we can give you directions." The same brown haired man suggested.
"That sounds reasonable. Could you direct me to Naples?"
"Sorry. Never heard of that place."
"Italy?"
"Nope never heard of it either."
"Europe."
"Are you messing with us? Do these places even exist?" A pink haired girl demanded.
"It seems as though I am far from home. May I ask where I am?"
"You're in Worth Woodsea."
It didn't ring a bell. "What country is this?"
"You're in the kingdom of Fiore."
The pieces all came crashing together. These people not knowing about Europe. Himself having no knowledge of this kingdom. The strange vocabulary and powers used, and finally the bizarre life signatures.
He was so much more farther from home than he thought.
After introductions, some were still doubting he came from another universe. It seemed as though they all agreed to let him stay in the building until they defeated the group they were going after. After they finished up, they would bring him to town and help him get settled.
Giorno came to the conclusion that these were good people. They're offering help even though he's done nothing to warrant their attention and kindness.
He disliked sitting idly, but with his limited information, he'd rather play it safe.
After the group's debrief in their plan, Natsu, the pink haired boy, burst out the doors screaming that he'll beat all six members at once. Followed by all the other members save Ichiya and Jura rushing out. Giorno observed that their group lacked coordination.
Giorno's attention snapped back to the remaining members when Ichiya suddenly attacked Jura. Releasing a perfume and stabbing him. When the attacker revealed themself to be a member of the Oracion Seis, Giorno stepped in.
He struck a pose. One arm pulling on his chest opening of his suit and the other pulling it down over his leg.
"I may have no relation to this quarrel of so called guilds, but I cannot allow you to harm these good-willed people who have chosen to help me." Giorno declared.
The woman, Angel, sneered. "From the knowledge Ichiya had, you aren't in any of the guilds here to stop us. You're probably just a weakling not worth my time."
Giorno made no reaction to the comment. He simply called out, "Gold Experience!"
To him, a golden figure manifested beside him, however it seemed as though Angel could not see it. This solidified Giorno's theory that people use 'magic' in this universe instead of stands.
Angel's posture loosened quite a bit when nothing happened after Giorno cried out.
She snickered, "Was that supposed to-"
Her taunting was cut short when gold experience punched her in the stomach. Giorno calmly walked forward knowing her senses were going wild. Giving her no time to recover, he let out a flurry of punches shouting, "Muda muda muda muda muda muda!"
She fell to the ground, unmoving.
Giorno turned his attention back to Jura who had regained consciousness and used his ability to heal the stab wound in his side. Jura winced in pain, then opened his eyes to glance at the wound.
"Thank you for the help. I didn't realize you were a wizard. I felt no magic coming from you," he stated, "will you be joining in on this fight? We could use an extra hand. Of course this is your own choice."
"I'll help if you aid me in returning back home."
"Then it's a deal. We'll do everything we can to help you get back."
"Let's find Ichiya."
"Hold on. Where did Angel go?"
Giorno turned around and saw no body. "She must have escaped."
"She could be reporting back to the rest of the Oracion Seis. We must hurry to the others!"
After finding Ichiya knocked out in the bathroom, they quickly hurried out the doors.
Giorno couldn't help but think of home.