This day had been draining for Giorno. First came the mirror guy, Illuso, who had dragged him into another reality before Illuso was liquified beyond recognition. Next came the duo of Prosciutto and Pesci, who had nearly aged the team to extinction to try and capture Trish, both ending up very nicely dead. After that, Babyface had pissed off Giorno with it's incessant taunting and constant evolution, who burned to a crisp and exploded. Giorno also made sure to sic a snake onto it's user, whose name he never knew, but was most likely a melon head. Giorno could tell for certain that he was dead to rights. Then came their most recent encounter, Ghiaccio, who tried to freeze everything around them to try and kill them. Giorno had to agree with the ice user on one thing; too many people were saying Venezia wrong. Aside from that, kind of an ass for trying to kill them. But that didn't matter, mainly because Ghiaccio now had a piece of metal sticking out from the back of his throat.

Then that lead to Giorno healing Mista's wounds on the bench. Mista wouldn't stop screaming, and Giorno was sure that half of them were faked to just get a rise out of him. Giorno was glad that it was only him and Mista around. If anyone else had seen the two of them, they would have gotten the wrong idea. Then that would lead to questions, and Giorno knew that would lead to many distractions for him. And he knew he didn't need any distractions. Well… any more distractions. Something about Giorno seemed to change. He wasn't sure what it was, but something in him had changed, and his mind kept being drawn back to it. He knew what it was. Deep down in the depths of his soul, he truly knew what had changed. But he chose to ignore it, at least for the rest of the mission. After this, hopefully everyone could go back to leading somewhat normal lives.

And maybe, just maybe, a small part of him wanted to actually talk to Trish again.

But like most emotions in his life, he suppressed those feelings, and pressed onward. The current objective was to get to San Giorgio Maggiore to drop of Trish to the illusive boss. The Boss that Giorno would one day hope to usurp. He toyed with the idea of escorting Trish to try and get even a fleeting glimpse of the man whom he would try and take the throne from. These thoughts culminated together from the time Bucciarati listed off the Boss' final instructions from within the turtle to when the gang arrived at the church. Once there, the gang, after a quick fantasy about gorging themselves of food at a nearby hotel, and being yelled at by Bucciarati, reminding them that they were still on a mission, surveyed the area in an attempt to find any potential assailants. Bucciarati ordered Narancia to keep an eye on the radar.

"Bucciarati," Giorno began, earning the attention of the capo. "I would like to offer myself up to be Trish's guardian."

Those words earned a small, fleeting smile from Trish. She seemed to be the most comfortable around Giorno, which made sense, considering he was the one she talked to most of the time.

"Please, trust me with this. Let me go with her to the bell tower." He flatly stated, Bucciarati's expression never faltering.

At least, until Abbacchio began to shout at the blonde.

"Just who the hell do you think you are, kid!?" Abbacchio roared, the older man gripping tightly onto Giorno's shoulder.

"Bucciarati's our Capo, so he's the one who'll escort her, you arrogant prick." He continued, not seeing Giorno's pained expression. Unfortunately, Trish noticed. It wasn't noticeable to most, but Trish was good at picking up on people's expressions. Giorno, for his part, kept a straight face, but she could see something in his eyes. She could see what looked like a scared child, being reprimanded by an abusive father. And she feared that it wasn't the first time that something like this happened to Giorno.

Giorno, keeping up the act, turned to Bucciarati, the two of them locking eyes for a moment, Bucciarati finally understanding Giorno's intentions.

"Thank you, but I must go. Let's move, Trish. Two were requested, and two it shall be." Bucciarati said to the pinkette, whose expression turned downtrodden, as the two of them departed the boat and stepped onto the island.

Giorno and Bucciarati stared at each other for a moment once again, some kind of silent conversation occurring between the two of them. Of what it was, Trish wasn't sure.

"Listen, Giorno. Given that this is our last mission, mind lending me a little bit of luck?" He asked, pointing to Giorno's left brooch.

"Some see ladybugs as children of the sun, others as symbols of life. It's like a talisman, yes?" Bucciarati questioned, both him and Giorno already knowing the answer.

"I guess so. Ladybugs are bringers of good luck, after all." Giorno stated, taking off the brooch from his shirt. He held out the brooch to Bucciarati, who gladly accepted it, staring at it for a moment. To the untrained eye, one would not suspect a thing was wrong. But Trish could have sworn she'd seen it pulsating just a moment ago. Carefully, he attached it to his outfit where it had been on Giorno's outfit prior.

"Bucciarati." Fugo called, earning Bucciarati's attention.

"Yes, Fugo?" He questioned, looking back at his first team member.

"This seems like the most fitting time to say this." Fugo paused, his statement earning a small chuckle from the capo.

"Why so formal?" Bucciarati questioned, not meaning any harm in the question.

"Well, the thing is, I always knew you were destined to be Capo." Fugo stated, admirably.

Trish had to look away for a moment, holding back the urge to roll her eyes. 'Calm down, Fugo. None of us are going to die. It's just that I probably won't ever see you guys again.' She thought to herself. It's not like she had a bridge to burn with Fugo. Only one that she could was with…

She shook off those thoughts, turning back to the conversation at hand.

"If there's one thing I know for sure, it's that we will all see this mission through to the very end." Fugo continued, earning a smirk from Abbacchio.

"Well of course he will." Abbacchio remarked, as the rest of the team smiled admirably to Bucciarati.

"Together I know we'll rise all the way to the top." Fugo finished.

Bucciarati was silent for a moment, like he was taking in Fugo's words. He spared a passing glance back to Giorno.

"Yes, that we will." He said in a quiet voice, turning around to head inside.

"The time's come, Trish. Let's go." Bucciarati said to the pinkette, walking past her.

Like Bucciarati before her, she gave one last look to Giorno, a phantom smile upon her lips, before she left with Bucciarati, disappearing into the church a moment later. And just like that, the team of five was left outside on the boat to relax for a few moments. They all sat down a moment later, each taking up positions on the boat. Abbacchio sat at the stern of the vessel with Fugo, idly looking around the area for anything that caught their eyes. Narancia and Mista sat idly in the middle of the boat, doing nothing in particular, and Giorno sat at the bow of it, keeping a close eye on the laptop.

Narancia seemed to be awkwardly sat next to Mista, having not said a word since they had arrived.

"Hey, Narancia, you alright man? It's not like you to be this quiet." Mista questioned, cocking an eyebrow.

Naranica nearly jumped out of his seat due to Mista's voice. "I-It's nothin', I swear." He said, putting his hands up defensively.

This immediately caught everyone else's attention, except for Giorno, who was still focused on his laptop.

"Alright, spill it. What's on your mind?" Mista interrogated.

Narancia sighed. "When we were trying to find you guys earlier, I had seen the two of you, an' I tried to call out to you guys, but you were…" He paused, trying to word his thoughts properly. "You and Giorno were getting' busy, if you catch my drift."

Mista cocked an eyebrow for a moment, before he began histerically laughing, Abbacchio and Fugo looking away from the scene before them.

"H-Hey, what's the problem?" Narancia questioned, his face contorting in confused anger.

"So, you're thinkin' that Giorno healin' me was us 'gettin' busy', eh Narancia?" Mista joked, as Narancia's eyes widened, before he sheepishly looked away.

"O-Oh. Sorry 'bout that. I just thought you were keepin' it a secret." Narancia muttered, as Mista smirked.

"Dude, Giorno and I ain't gay, if that's what ya' worryin' about." Mista said, grabbing a box of chocolates on board the boat.

"It's not that I was worried, it's more like you didn't tell us anythin', 's all." Narancia stated, grabbing a piece of chocolate from the box.

"I mean, if you want to be let in on a little secret, I think Gio's got a little crush on a certain someone." Mista said slyly, trying to get Giorno's attention, to no avail.

Narancia looked back at Mista for a moment, before a grin crawled on his face. "I think I know who you're talkin' about." He sniggered to Mista.

Unfortunately, these actions didn't get a rise out of Giorno, his attention entirely focused on the laptop.

"Damnit, thought he'd at least give us a glare or somethin'." Mista muttered, grabbing another piece of chocolate, just to realize it wasn't there. His gaze immediately turned to Narancia, who held the entire box in his hands, attempting to devour them like the goblin he was.

"What the- Narancia, share those, damnit!" Mista shouted, reaching out for the chocolates, snatching them away from Narancia in one quick motion.

"Hey, Narancia, ever hear about the concept of sharing with your teammates!? Quit bein' stingy." Mista cried, trying his best to keep the chocolate's away from Narancia.

"Why don't you quit bein' a dick? I bought 'em with my money, so they're goin' in my gut." Narancia fired back, but to no avail, as Mista still had the chocolates.

Fugo sighed, exasperated at the scene before him. "Give it a rest, Narancia." Fugo muttered under his breath.

"Greedy bastard." Abbacchio smirked, watching the events unfold with very little interest in them.

Giorno, however, now took position right on the island's edge. He kept a keen eye on the laptop, along with the brooch infused with Gold Experience's power. At that moment, he realized that the brooch was beginning it's decent. It began to track through the crypt, with Giorno realizing that Bucciarati had gotten the brooch attached to the Boss. At that moment, Fugo asked Giorno kindly for the bottle of water in the duffle bag, reprimanding Giorno softly to remind him that they shouldn't step foot on the island, no matter what. Giorno obliged, stepping back onto the boat, reaching down for the bottle. A moment later, Giorno was now squatting on the island, overlooking the entire boat. Abbacchio sat the same, nothing changed about him. But now, Fugo was drinking from the water bottle that he didn't even have. Narancia had all of the chocolate in his mouth, a joyful look spread over his face, while Mista questioned how he could get the chocolates in time. Fugo thanked Giorno for the water, which confused the absolute hell out of the blonde teen. Giorno looked down, seeing cat paw marks across his pants, seeing them trail off towards the other side of the island, two of them stopping nearby to enjoy a fish.

'Something bizarre is going on.' Giorno thought to himself. Looking around the area near them, Giorno saw boats passing by without a second thought, like they didn't even realize what had just happened.

"I don't know what's going on here, but I've got a bad feeling about this." Giorno said aloud, picking up the laptop and making his way towards the church.

"Hey, idiot." Abbacchio called behind him, now standing at full height. "What part of our order to not leave was confusing to-"

"-you?"

Something happened again. Now, Abbacchio was off the boat, his hand gripped onto Giorno's shoulder like earlier. The rest of the team stared at the two of them, their mouths agape.

"It would seem we're in deep trouble." Giorno replied, a smug tone in his voice, given the dire situation at hand. But his tone dropped a moment later.

"The world; it's not working the way it should. Bucciarati!" Giorno cried, running towards the church entrance, laptop and cellphone on hand.

"Damnit Giorno!" Abbacchio roared behind him.

Giorno called Bucciarati on the phone, warning him of the Boss' location, warning him to not engage the Boss, but it would seem the time for that was over, unfortunately. He only hoped that Bucciarati and Trish made it out of this alive, even if he never would see her again.

How long had it been since Trish was knocked out? An hour, a minute, a moment? She couldn't tell. All she knew was that she was ascending some kind of pillar. She awoke, looking right at the ground, staring down at a man shrouded in shadow. She wasn't sure what it was, but she felt some kind of connection to him. She lithely realized that he was the Boss', her father. She turned back to look at her savior, Bucciarati, who had a gaping hole in his chest and his arm nearly chopped off. Trish wanted to scream at the sight, but she knew that would be a bad idea, seeing as it could alert someone unwanted. With a quick zip up, Bucciarati unzipped the ceiling and tossed himself and Trish unceremoniously onto the church floor. With all her might, Trish rose to her feet, finally feeling the pain in her left hand. She looked at her wrist, a quick zip-up job done on it. She would have to thank Bucciarati later. For now, she focused on moving his body out of here. Trish reached out to Bucciarati's body, slowly dragging him out of the church. She got to the stairs ascending out of the main cathedral hall, before her legs gave way.

"Shit, this is bad." Trish muttered to herself. Whatever her father was plotting, she had to get away from him, and fast.

She heard footsteps approaching quickly, fearing that her father had finally reached them. Trish was relieved to see that it was Giorno, with a laptop snug in his hands.

Giorno's eyes widened at the scene before him. "Trish! Bucciarati!" He cried, rushing right over to the two of them.

"I-I'm fine. Just heal Bucciarati." She muttered.

Giorno nodded, taking some broken tiles, and fitting them between Bucciarati's wounds to give him something to work with. He summoned Gold Experience, and went to work, completely mending Bucciarati's wounds. But Bucciarati's chest remained still. The zipper from the opening of the crypt burst, as the zippers disappeared into thin air. Trish and Giorno snapped their heads over to it, looking fearfully at it. At that moment, the zipper on Trish's wrist undid itself, as she cursed to herself.

"Trish, let me help." Giorno offered in a hasty voice.

"Like I said, I'm fine." Trish's voice nearly betraying her words.

Giorno simply nodded, as the two of them focused their attention back to Bucciarati. His eyes were glazed over, and his jaw hung agape. His entire body was still, very corpse like. Trish wanted to cry at the scene before her. A man she barely knew sacrificed his life for her. And it seemed that Giorno was ready to cry as well.

"Giorno, it's me." An ethereal voice coming from behind the blonde teen. Both teens looked to the source of the voice, and nearly screamed at the ghostly apparition of Bucciarati before them.

"Call Abbacchio and the others. You and Trish need to get out of here, now." Bucciarati's voice sounded like that of a father, gently guiding his children on the right path.

Giorno and Trish stared at each other for a moment, before Bucciarati's body sprang back to life. The capo sat up, using Giorno to help him get upright.

"I said to call Abbacchio and the others. Get out of here!" Bucciarati's voice rasped.

"Bucciarati!" Giorno shouted, relieved.

"You're alive." Trish added, somewhat worried.

"Just call the others, damnit. For the time being, the boss' identity will have to remain a mystery. We have to escape, or our lead won't last!" Bucciarati called, quickly zipping up Trish's hand again.

Giorno cast his gaze towards the hole, wondering if the boss was down there, observing their actions.

Trish and Bucciarati finally stood up, the trio ready to book it. "I'll explain later, just get the others!" Bucciarati cried, pointing towards the laptop.

Giorno nodded, summoning Gold Experience, imbuing life into the laptop for a short moment, turning it into a fish. He tossed it down the hall, reverting life on the laptop just at the cathedral's entrance, catching the attention of the rest of the team. Abbacchio and the others sprinted over to the trio, with loads of questions, all of which Bucciarati dismissed, restating that they needed to escape. The seven of them booked it for the exit, with Giorno heading up the rear, keeping a close eye on Bucciarati and Trish.

Once outside, Trish allowed herself onto the boat, lying down, idly looking out onto the harbor. She just wanted to ignore the outside world right now. It truly did scorn her. Her mother was dead, and now her father wanted to kill her. Fate truly dealt her a bad hand. And she had a career outside of this. How was she going to return to her old life after this? Of that, Trish wasn't sure. But she knew one thing for sure; she wanted to kill her father. If he wanted to kill her, then why not make it a two-way street?

Trish looked back up, watching as Abbacchio boarded the boat, followed by Mista, who smugly gloated to Giorno that he was next in line to be capo as he passed the turtle to the blonde. She wondered what had just transpired. What had Bucciarati said to them? Fugo and Narancia awkwardly stood, with Fugo not wanting to go on board, and Narancia asking Bucciarati what to do. Bucciarati warned Narancia not to join them if he was indecisive. With that, Bucciarati and Giorno boarded the boat, with Giorno sitting next to Trish in the middle of the boat. Giorno offered to let Trish into the turtle, to which she obliged. Right before that, however, she heard a loud splash behind them, watching as Narancia was swimming for dear life behind them.

Giorno looked at this, and pointed behind them. "Bucciarati, you might want to look at this." He said to the capo, a bit of humor in his voice.

Narancia shouted towards the boat, screaming that Trish and him were one in the same. Bucciarati, for his part, gave one of the most caring smiles that Trish had ever seen. Trish, to herself, smiled that Narancia was joining them, whatever he was joining them on. With that, Trish entered the turtle, and sat alone on the couch, ready to cry to herself.

The gang was a few minutes out from their destination; a restaurant to get some food. They hadn't eaten in well over a day, and they all needed something to eat.

"Giorno, could you check up on Trish for me?" Bucciarati asked, wanting to make sure that Trish was alright.

Giorno obliged and entered the turtle. Upon entering, he heard a soft singing to his right.

So, don't you ever worry anymore

Your ship will always find it's shore

No matter the family you find

Just remember, I am yours and you are mine.

Giorno looked at the source, hearing Trish's melodic voice, singing to herself. Giorno didn't know how to approach this situation, so he did what he knew best. Sitting down awkwardly next to a person in need. Giorno took a seat next to Trish, who barely bat an eye as the teen sat down next to her.

"Hey, Giorno. I assume you heard that?" Trish mumbled, not even looking up from where she was looking.

"Only the last four lines." Giorno admitted, Trish's gaze casting itself away from Giorno.

"It was something my mom did to calm me down as a kid. Whenever I would come home from school or a bad day in recording, she would sing that song to me, and all would be right in the world." Trish explained, an acute smile forming on her face. The smile vanished a moment later.

"But now she's gone. All I have left of her is the songs and my memories." She muttered, looking back at Giorno, their two gazes finally meeting each other.

"I'm sorry." Was all Giorno said to her. He didn't know how to properly handle this situation, and Trish didn't blame him. She was just glad she was in the company of someone.

"I just want to make sure you're alright." Giorno added.

Trish nodded. "I don't think I'll ever be fully fine. Not yet. But I'll survive." She gave the blonde a quick smile, to which he kindly returned.

"If that's all, I should proabaly head out." Giorno said, standing up and making his way towards the turtle's exit.

"Just one question before you go." Trish called to Giorno, the blonde stopping in his tracks.

"What is it?" Giorno asked her.

"What happened at San Giorgio? Why did Fugo leave?" Trish questioned.

"Oh yeah, you didn't hear, did you?" Giorno asked, Trish shook her head.

"Well, we kind of became traitors to the Boss." Giorno explained, Trish's eyes widening at his statement.

"Oh, I see." Trish muttered, sitting in silence for a moment, Giorno staring down at her.

"Uh, thanks." She awkwardly said to Giorno, the blonde simply nodding, before leaving the turtle.

Trish, now alone again, realized how much she like Giorno's company. But now she was all alone again, left to idle in her thoughts. She didn't want that, not in the slightest.

A/N: Hey all, it's me. I'm just putting this here as a warning, don't expect an update next week. It's the holiday season, and I'm most likely not going to have the time to upload on Christmas. If I do, then I do. Just don't expect it. That's all, ilventoaureo out.