There was no other way to put it. Giorno was tired. It had been battle after battle. Right after the first encounter with the boss, the gang stopped for an early lunch, to only be attacked by two stand users. Of course, Giorno ended up being live bait for one of them, allowing for Narancia to finish off the foes. Then came taking the plane, which was a non-issue Giorno thought at first, cause the guy who was approaching them was dead, and there was no way he could screw them over with his stand, right?

Right?

Notorious B.I.G was the biggest problem they had faced yet. A stand that could never die. How do you defeat it? Giorno wasn't sure. He was knocked out early on in the fight, losing both of his hands in the process. Thankfully he made an extra hand from one of his brooches. His hopes that it would be re-attached were answered, when Trish practically rushed in and tossed it to him, while Bucciarati zipped it back on. And now, Giorno just wanted to sleep, with no-one to interrupt his slumber.

"Hey, Giorno."

The young blonde heard a whispering voice in the back of his mind. He thought it was just his mind, and attempted to go back to sleep.

"Giorno, wake up."

The voice persisted yet again.

Giorno groaned quietly and slowly opened his eyes. Standing in front of him was Trish, who looked a bit anxious.

"Trish?" Giorno muttered, before looking around the turtle's room.

Narancia and Mista both lay back-to-back on one end of the couch while Abbacchio slept on the other end. As for Bucciarati, he was passed out on an armless chair in the corner of the room.

Giorno returned his attention to Trish, asking "Is everything alright?"

She nodded her head before speaking again. "I had wanted to have a little chat with you after this days events, if that's alright with you." Trish requested.

Giorno slowly sat up in the chair before looking at the clock on the end table, reading 11:00 PM.

Giorno sighed as he stood up, looking back at Trish.

"I guess I've got nothing else to do, so sure." Giorno replied, getting a smile out of Trish.

Trish led Giorno towards the coffee table and held out her hand. He cocked his eyebrow and looked at her.

"I don't think this is a good idea. The Boss' Elite Guard may still be hunting us." He said to her in a hushed tone.

She rebutted, stating "Considering we just crashed the plane we were on not even five hours ago, I doubt anyone from Passione is looking for us. They probably think we're all dead."

Giorno thought for a moment. 'She does have a good point.' He thought to himself, before taking her outreached hand. The two of them stepped forward and silently crept out of Coco Jumbo.

Giorno and Trish silently observed their surroundings. Directly in front of them lay a wide, empty beach, spanning a mile wide. The waves calmly crashed against the shoreline. Behind them lay a dense forest, secluding this end of the island from most tourists. The two of them walked slowly towards the beach, before stopping about half way between the water and the forest. Trish slowly sat down as Giorno silently followed. The two sat on the beach, watching as the waves flow in and out. Giorno then turned his attention to Trish, who was handing him a bottle of water. He gladly took the bottle from her, and returned his attention to the waves. The two sat in silence, observing the occasional chirp of an unrecognizable bird, or the sounds of a distant cricket.

"So," Giorno started. Trish turned her head in his direction. "What in particular did you want to talk about?" He asked.

"Well," Trish began "first, I just wanted to say thank you for everything up to this point." She said, before taking a sip of water.

"You and the rest of the gang haven't made me feel like a complete outsider, even if I'm just some escort." She muttered that last part.

Giorno chuckled, before saying "Don't even think of yourself as just some escort." Trish raised her eyebrow.

"What do you mean by that?" She questioned.

"Ever since this morning, when we betrayed the boss at San Giorgio, you've become one of us. You aren't any sort of regular person. You've got talent Trish. And that talent has helped us today." Giorno replied. Trish turned her head, as she felt her face begin to get red.

"Speaking of talent" Giorno continued "How did you, Bucciarati, and Abbacchio defeat that Stand?" He asked, remembering back to this morning, fighting Notorious B.I.G. and losing both of his hands. Luckily, Giorno was able to give life to one of his brooches, transforming it into an exact copy of one of his hands, before slicing off his hand that was wrapped with the Stand and sending it flying out of the plane's window.

Trish looked back to him and chuckled. "Well Giorno," She started, feeling her stand slowly appearing next to her "to beat a stand, one must have a stand, correct?" Trish finished, before fully manifesting her Stand right next to her.

Giorno laid in shock. "When did you fully manifest your Stand?" Giorno questioned, surprised.

"I'd estimate it to be around an hour after you became incapacitated." The Stand replied.

Giorno looked back at the stand as if it had three heads.

"D-Did you stand just talk?" Giorno replied, surprised at the fact that he stuttered.

The Stand spoke once again. "Yes, I did just talk. Thank you for pointing out the obvious." It replied.

Trish chucked, before adding "Also, her name is Spice Girl."

Giorno just nodded. "Well good for you." He replied, before summoning Gold Experience.

Spice Girl looked over at Gold Experience and waved, saying "Hey there." to which the other stand waved back, not saying a word.

"Is he not sentient?" Spice Girl asked.

Giorno shook his head. "I'm afraid not, sorry." Giorno replied.

"Damn, that's unfortunate." The stand muttered.

Giorno and Trish chuckled, before returning their stands. "Congratulations on manifesting your stand, Trish." Giorno said.

"Thanks, GioGio."

The two sat in silence yet again for a moment, before Giorno turned his head back to Trish. "GioGio, huh?" He asked.

Trish, realizing what she had said, defended herself as best she could.

"You know, your name is Giorno Giovanna. I figured I'd just have a nickname for you, and GioGio just kind of rolls off the tongue nicely." She said, before looking him in the eyes.

He pondered for a moment at the name. "Huh, GioGio does work. I guess that's my nickname now. Thanks for that Trish." Giorno said, smiling. Trish smiled in return.

Trish looked back down at the sand, slowly moving her boot through the sand, watching as her boot made a wide trench in the ground. She thought of the boot she lost back on the plane, and how lucky she was that she brought spare boots.

She returned her attention to Giorno and asked "If you don't mind me asking, why did you join the gang? We may be the same age, but you seem so much younger than everyone else in the gang."

Giorno chuckled, before saying "Well, I'm about two weeks off of 16, so there's that."

"As to why I joined the gang." Giorno took a deep breath before continuing "I had seen the corruption of the mafia in Napoli. Every corner seemed infected with the mafia, with violence and drugs lurking in every alley. I had joined the gang to try and put an end to that. I wanted to become the boss and end the corruption in Italy."

Trish turned to him and asked "So you joined Passione with the mindset to betray the boss from the start? Am I reading that correctly?"

Giorno looked at her shocked. "Um, maybe." Giorno said, shrugging, trying to play it off as a joke.

Trish chuckled and replied, saying "I don't blame you. The mafia seems like absolute hell. You've definitely got your mind set on your goals, and seem to have a crew willing to help."

Giorno looked at her and smiled. "Yeah, I guess you're right." He said.

Giorno observed Trish as she stared out into the sea, her pink hair being fluttered around by the soft breeze, and her green eyes reflecting the moonlight.

Trish looked back at Giorno, saying "I want to kill my father as much as you guys do."

She chuckled to herself, adding "Listen to me. I've never really met my father, and yet here we are listening to me talk about how much I want to kill him."

Giorno sighed and replied "I've never met my father either."

Trish looked at him, surprised. "You too, huh?" She asked.

"Never. My mother said that it was true love." Giorno humorlessly laughed.

"I guess true love doesn't stick around that long." He spat.

"My mom said the same thing about my father." Trish said.

Giorno sighed, reaching for his wallet.

"The only thing I have of his is an old photo." He said, before handing his opened wallet to Trish.

Inside the wallet was a shadowed picture of a man wearing no shirt with his back to the camera, his head slightly turned towards the camera, and a hand raised slightly above his shoulder. Trish looked at the picture and back at Giorno. The resemblance between the two was evident, even in only one photo.

"And before you ask, no that is not a tattoo. It's a birthmark." Giorno added, taking a sip of his water.

Trish looked confused, before looking back at the photo and seeing the star-shaped birthmark on the man's shoulder.

Trish turned back to Giorno and asked "So I assume you have one too?"

Giorno nodded, unzipping his shirt and showed his shoulder, revealing that he too had a birthmark like the man in the photo.

"So, does this guy have a name or something or is he just some nameless creep?" Trish asked bluntly as Giorno zipped up his shirt.

"My mother keeps on telling me his name is Dio." Giorno replied.

Trish asked, "As in the italian word for God?"

"Maybe. She met him in Egypt in the mid 80's. Supposedly he's British, but I'm not sure." Giorno said.

Trish thought to herself for a moment, before asking. "Wait, are you even Italian?"

Giorno chuckled. "By birth, no. If what my mother says is true, I'm British-Japanese."

Trish couldn't help but chuckle.

"Is something wrong?" Giorno questioned.

"There's nothing wrong with that. I just find it funny that someone who isn't even Italian by birth, wants to lead the Italian mafia." Trish stated.

Giorno smiled sightly, before saying "Well, I guess you're right."

"So, it seems like we're both the same age and don't know our father quite well." Trish said.

"Not only that, but it appears that we're both natural born stand users." Giorno added. The two of them shared pleasantries together as the night crawled on. They both agreed that this night felt like a relief to them, as it was the first night in a while that the gang wasn't under attack by some third party.

Once the two of them returned to the turtle, Giorno and Trish lay back down on their chairs, waving goodnight to each other, and immediately fell asleep. Giorno lay on the chair thinking about Trish, smiling to himself as he slumbered. It wasn't long after that, maybe twenty minutes or so, when he next stirred from his slumber, a small grin forming on his face. He opened his eyes to face the disturbance.

"Anything else I can help you with tonight, Trish?" Giorno asked, much to the silent surprise of Trish.

"How did you-" She cut herself off, shaking her head. "Nevermind. I just have one more request of you, Giorno." Trish stated firmly.

"And that would be?" Giorno questioned, cocking an eyebrow to the pinkette.

Trish glanced away for a moment, seemingly embarrassed. Giorno swore he saw a faint blush on her face.

"When I was younger, my mom would keep me close whenever I was sad or any kind of bad mood. And I was wondering if you'd be willing to…" Trish trailed off, the blonde teen before her realizing her embarrassment from before.

His face began to head up itself. "This isn't just an excuse to sleep next to me, is it?" Giorno jested, much to the chagrin of Trish.

"N-No, that isn't it. I didn't mean it like that, I swear." Trish quietly protested, earning a small chuckle out of Giorno.

Wordlessly, the blonde scooched over to the right, and patted at the open spot. Trish obliged, sitting next to Giorno, getting comfortable with his presence next to her. The two of them fell asleep moments later, both pseudo-cuddling each other unknowingly.

At dawn, Mista was the first to awaken. He let out a resounding yawn, one he was surprised that he didn't wake anyone else up with. He got off the couch, allowing Narancia to flop back first onto the couch. Making his way to the fridge, Mista opened it up, grabbing a cola from withing, guzzling it down without a second thought. He stopped when half of it was left, observing the room before him. Narancia snoring sounded akin to that of a foghorn, blaring off in the night. Abbacchio laid with his arm crossed, like he was dreaming he was pissed at someone. Mista cast his gaze to Bucciarati, his capo seemingly quite relaxed in his sleep. Mista took another sip, looking over to the empty arm chair before him. He nearly spat out his drink when he was Giorno and Trish laying in the same arm chair. Mista looked around, seeing if anyone else was awake, but it seemed like he was the only one. At that notion, a big grin crawled onto Mista's face. His theories were becoming true, and the blue-capped teen couldn't be any happier.

He took a moment to calm himself down, before making his way to the two sleeping teens. Mista nudged Giorno awake, the blonde teen groaning slightly.

"Fiv… mor… minut…" Giorno murmured, still half asleep.

Mista snorted, leaning in closer. "Five more minutes, and everyone'll think you 'n Trish are a thing." He teased to his friend.

Those words slapped some sense of reality into the blonde. His eyes shot open, observing his surroundings. Trish laying curled up next to him, still passed out, and Mista's watchful gaze over them. Luckily, everyone else was asleep, Giorno not wanting anyone else to see. He slowly and methodically stood up, trying his best to avoid waking the pinkette. Giorno slithered out, and stood next to Mista, the older teen looking at him with a smug smirk.

"It isn't like that, Mista." Giorno affirmed his friend. "She just wanted someone to sleep next to." He explained.

Mista said nothing, continuing to eye down Giorno, his smirk growing by the second.

"Was that really it?" Mista raised his eyebrows up and down in a knowing manner.

"Damnit Mista, cut that out." Giorno huffed, crossing his arms and turning away from Mista.

A tap on his shoulder a moment later brought his attention back to Mista. The blue-capped teen zipped the imaginary zipper across his lips and tossed the zipper to the side. Giorno gave a nod as a wordless 'thank you' to Mista.

A resounding yawn brought their attention towards Narancia, who finally stirred awake. The boy grumbled to himself, glancing towards the clock, reading the time to be around a quarter after seven. Slowly, but surely, everyone else awoke from within the turtle, as Bucciarati gave an announcement.

"Attention, everyone! We will be making our way to the opposite end of the island starting today. We will spend the entire journey from within the turtle's key. We will only step out when absolutely necessary. Trish, I assume you have the photo of where we need to go?" Bucciarati directed his question to the pinkette, who nodded, reaching into her boot and pulling out a photo from within. The photo, which was taken by the boss himself, depicted Trish's mother looking out over the beach front. If they could use Moody Blues to go back in time to that exact date, then they would find out the boss' identity. With that, Trish passed the photo onto Bucciarati, the older man taking a passing glance as he shoved it into his back pocket.

"It will be around a three days trip to get there. For now, try your best to relax. Still stay on guard for any enemies. That is all." Bucciarati said, dismissing everyone else to do whatever they wanted to within the turtle.

On the first night, Giorno had told Trish what had happened that morning and the two laid back in their separate chairs, not trying to get caught by Mista at dawn.

On the second night, the two seemed to not care, both returning to their previous positions two nights ago. This time, Trish awoke to the smug smirk of Mista.

On the third day, the gang finally arrived at the beachfront, ready to proceed with their plan.

Trish sat in the turtle, as she was told to. She idly sang to herself, practicing for her next audition, whenever that would happen. She hadn't heard anything from anyone within the past hour or so, the rest of the team already on stakeout. She could feel her father's presence nearby, but she was forbidden from leaving the turtle until the mission was complete. Then, without warning, Giorno entered the turtle, his face contorted in a hidden sorrow.

"Giorno, what happened?" Trish asked, standing up next to the blonde.

Giorno stuttered out his answer. "Abb… Abbacchio, he's…" He couldn't finish, the pain far too apparent.

Trish's eyes widened, as she gasped. "H-How? What happened out there?" She questioned, hoping to get a straight answer out of Giorno.

"We g-got distracted. We left Abbacchio out in the open. He got a hole ripped straight though his gut. Most likely dead upon impact." Giorno stated, murmuring something else under his breath. Trish heard it as "I failed them."

Trish pulled Giorno into a hug. "Giorno, it wasn't your fault. If anyone's to blame, it's my father." She consoled the teen, keeping him close to her.

They broke the hug a moment later, the two of them idly stood in the middle of the turtle's room. Giorno was focused looking on the outside of the turtle, giving Trish a clear view of his eyes. For the second time, they flash a brilliant gold, even brighter than last time.

"I will keep them all alive, no matter what." Giorno muttered to himself.

Trish nearly questioned what Giorno meant by that, but Bucciarati entered the turtle a moment later, quickly handing her off a head sculpture. She felt some sort of connection to the sculpture. There was no mistaking it; this head was a model of her father's head. So for Trish, that would have to be a question for another day. Along with 'Do your eyes glow gold when you're sad?'

A/N: Let me be the first to say, Happy New Years everyone. Hope you're all doing well. I know it's been a bit since I last updated this fic, but I've been dragging my heels as of late. I apologize for that. And look at that, a callback to GioGio: Part 2. Now we can see what lead up to that scene in my first fic, as well as where we go from here.