Chapter 2: The Black Dahlia part 2
Later that night, Giorno sat in the manor of his mansion, sipping wine. He was thinking about his next move regarding the murders. If the person behind the murders truly wants to recover the Arrow or not, was a mystery to him, perhaps he had just discovered the Arrow and decided to take it, not knowing the truth of it, or maybe he did, no one besides Giorno and his gang knew of the Arrow's location, there was something else to this story, something he wasn't sure of. Trish entered the room, she had a look of worry on her face, she didn't like seeing Giorno so distant, "Giorno," she said, "you've been quiet since the café, are you ok?" "I really don't feel like talking Trish, I'm trying to think, could you please leave me be." Trish pouted and turned away, "if you're in a mood, that's fine, but I would appreciate if you talked about it, you know I'm here for you."
Giorno put the wine down and stood up, "It just doesn't make any sense," he said, "we have hid the piece ten years ago, no one knew it was there besides us, how could this guy have known it was there?" "Maybe he didn't," Trish replied, "maybe he stumbled on it, you never know," "I do know," Giorno said, his tone becoming more agitated, "he had to have known that it was there, otherwise, why would he even go there?" Giorno stood up and paced around the manor, "do we know what this guy looks like?" "Not that I know of," Trish replied, "well, what about the camera footage, didn't they pick anything up?" Giorno asked, "the police seized the footage, we haven't been able to find anything." Giorno chuckled, "really? That's interesting, we should take a trip there tomorrow, don't you think?" Trish nodded, "yeah," she said. Giorno took a seat, Trish following suit. "sorry for my attitude Trish," Giorno, "but this has got me a bit stressed." Trish smiled a bit and leaned on him, "its ok, I understand, you just need to remember that we're all here for you, for whatever you need." Giorno smiled and pulled Trish up, "you always know how to make me feel better," he said, rubbing Trish's cheek, she immediately began blushing, "can you show me more?" Giorno suddenly leaned on Trish and got on top of her, "G-Giorno!" Trish yelped, her face bright red, Giorno smirked, "oh come on Trish, what's wrong with having a bit of fun?" Trish trembled, but she remembered what Shelby had told her the previous day, a sly smile formed on her face as she suddenly rolled off the couch, falling on top of Giorno, "fun, you say?" Trish asked, "if you want to have fun, I'm all game." The two kissed passionately on the floor, Giorno unstrapping Trish's bra and un buttoning his shirt, the two made love as the moonlight shined through the windows.
Meanwhile, near downtown Naples, the hooded man scanned his computer for any information on the Passione Gang. He looked at the photo he had taken, he wondered who the other they were, and what their connections to Giorno were. "Passione must have a strong influence in the government," the man said, "It's taking quite a long time to find out anything on these three." He opened the file he had on Giorno that was sent to him by, someone. "Giorno Giovanna," the man muttered, "there is a lot of black on your file, what could you be hiding?" He began typing on his computer, a file opened on his computer, he was attempting to decode Giorno's file. A beeping noise was heard as the black lines suddenly started to go away, "bingo," the man said, the black lines had all away, leaving his file clean. "Haruno Shiobana?" The man, "this must be your real name, let us see, has connections to the, Joestar name?" The man typed on his computer, looking more into the Joestar name. "Joestar, Joestar, ah, here we are," the screen showed a number of faces, "so these are the Joestars," the man said. He scrolled down, looking at the profiles. "Oh, this one matches the guy on the photo, the one with the shitty haircut." The man clicked on the profile, "Josuke Higashikata, must be Japanese," the man said, "says he is the granduncle of Haruno, yet they are only one year apart in age, strange." He continued scrolling on the page, he stopped on a specific detail, "a niece," he said, "taken in after her father passed away, the name is, Jolyne Kujo." The man took his phone and began to send a text, "perhaps she is the connection my master was looking for," the man said, "this should be interesting."
The next day
Giorno and Trish walked into the station, moving to the front desk. "Hello, can I help you two?" The desk worker asked, "Yes, my name is Giorno, I have a meeting with your boss. The worker tilted her head, "a meeting, he doesn't have any meet-" Giorno slid some money to the desk worker, "I have a meeting," he said, "I don't want to be late." "Uh, yeah," the worker said, "follow me please." The worker knocked on the boss's door, "hey boss, these two people want to speak to you!" The worker opened the door, "I don't have any damn meetings!" The boss yelled, "who are these people anyways!?" Giorno and Trish moved through the doorway, "ah shit," the boss muttered, "leave us please," the worker nodded and left the room. "I already have a lot on my plate with these murders," the boss said, "and I certainly don't need any more trouble, so can you make it quick," Giorno pulled a package from his jacket and threw it on the table, I want access to all evidence from these previous case," he said, "and I want them by the time I leave this place, I will be taking this investigation over." The boss began to sweat, "I can't just give you all the evidence, and no amount of money is going to change my mind!" Trish stepped up, crossing her arms, "the Arrow piece we entrusted to you was stolen, this a major issue and we aren't gonna let it slide." Giorno leaned in close to the man, "let's not, you aren't the cleanest person," he whispered, "you wouldn't want anything, dirty, to be leaked to the public, would you?" The boss's breathing became heavy, "you mother… fine, fine, here's what I can do." The boss moved towards his desk and opened a drawer, "I'll give you the tapes and whatever else I have, the investigations yours, but you will be reporting to me with any significant findings, we still need to make our reports to the government." "That's great," Giorno said, "we will be sure to communicate with you when we can, have a good day."
"Your negotiation skills are as good as ever," Trish said, nudging Giorno's shoulder, "the more you threaten someone, the more they start to crack." The two sat on a bench, Giorno whistled, attempting to hail a cab, a cab pulled up and the two filed in. Giorno told the driver where they were heading and they drove off. "You're quite a cute couple," the driver said, "are you married?" Trish immediately blushed, "I wouldn't say that, at least not yet," Giorno said, "G-Giorno!" Exclaimed Trish. The driver chuckled, "hm, I'll take that is a no." The car moved through across a bridge, "marriage is quite an interesting ideal," the man said, "a union between two who share an unbreakable bond, it does intrigue me, to devote the rest of your life to someone else, it takes willpower, wouldn't you agree?" Giorno raised an eyebrow, what the hell was this blabbing about? "I don't quite get where you are going with this?" He said, the driver chuckled, "it takes willpower to commit to something that will take over the rest of your life," the driver said, "sometimes, ones willpower can overtake their realistic thinking, it can blind them in to devoting themselves to something that consumes them for their remaining existence, you can only live once as we all know, taking advantage of that life is a sin, and sinners shouldn't be allowed to live." Giorno and Trish looked at each other, the two beginning to sense that something bad was about to happen, "look, you can let us out now, we can walk from here," Giorno said, the man locked the doors of the car, "a sinner is the lowest form of life, and I have the willpower to devote my life to ridding this country of sinners." The car swerved suddenly, crashing into the side railing of the bridge, "w-what are you doing!?" Trish yelled, the man turned around to face them, two blue hands extending to grab the wheel, Giorno's eyes widened, "y-you're!" The man smirked under his hood, "I will be caring out this duty against you, it's nothing personal, wouldn't you do the same, Haruno Shiobana?"