"Please give everyone my regards." the final part of that statement was left unsaid… there was nothing to say to Giorno that he did not already know. As I flew off to my eternal slumber in the golden clouds I wept tears, tears of joy as I knew what was to come. I was going to see my father again. I was going to tell him that I made something of myself and made both him and his mother proud. I could tell Leone and Narashia that we did it, we found the boss. I look back down to where Giorno was holding his hand out in the air, I reached mine out on instinct, it was meant to be, wasn't it? With angels surrounding me with wreaths in their hands, ready to bring me into heaven, I say one final thing, "Don't worry about it, Giorno. I am only going back where I was supposed to go. I am simply returning to how I once was. That's all…" he never got to hear my final goodbye as before I went into the eternal golden clouds, I saw the arrow in his hand and a look of hardened determination on his face, that was all I needed to see as I faded into the eternal light… where I was supposed to go a long time ago.

Chapter 000: The Rolling Stones

The light showed up on my face and it was for lack of a better term… annoying, it was not the light I expected from heaven, it was more like the city lights in the night of a big city. I opened my eyes to see a lamp-post above me, with the light shining straight into my eyes despite it aiming toward the road. I raised my head up to look forward to seeing that it was on what seemed to be a park bench with all my earthly possessions on my body at the time of my death with two bloody bullet holes where my body was shot by Mista back in the Colosseum. I stood at my feet and walked down what I could tell was a street, but it was no street I have ever seen in my lifetime like I was in another place entirely… which would make sense because I am in heaven… I think. The more streets I moved past the more and more my suspicions changed from what I was suspecting, with it being heaven, and more like I was moved somewhere, but I could swear I was dead, I destroyed my soul orb to stop Chariot Requiem and to seize the arrow for Giorno. That was not the only thing that tipped me off, my steps felt lighter as if I had a bit more pep in every step I took, I may need a mirror to confirm it but I think that I look younger as well as FEEL younger.

I was not paying attention to my surroundings as I was fully in thought before I could feel my shoulder collide with something, I look to my side to see if it was an object of some sort before realizing that it was the shoulder of an inebriated Japanese man who was bald, he was holding a woman down inside of a car he dresses was disheveled and wrinkled with what looked like blood trailing down her lip, Like she bit it recently… or she was hit across the face.

"Anata wa dare no seikōdesu ka?" said the man in pure Japanese, he must have thought I was native here at the time so I could not understand him at first before my mind finally translated what he said into my mind.

"I don't know where I am, sir," I said in patchy but effective Japanese, my Italian still thick within my voice

"This is none of your fucking BUISSNES PAL! NOW GO AND FUCK OFF BEFORE YOU-" with every syllable he walked closer to me before finally falling onto the ground, not because I summoned Sticky Fingers but because he simply fell on his face and hit the sidewalk right on his forehead. After the collision, he looked up at me with hate in his eyes and said this one thing to me, "DAMN BRAT I'LL SUE!"

And the rest was a blur. For the past three days, everything has been a blur but I made good use of the time I spent in jail and figured out what happened to me in order to get here. I was younger, much younger, in fact, I was at least 15 or 16 years old, and I wanted it to be that way. In the eyes of the world, I was an amnesiac who barely even knew who or what he was… which was not entirely false, but I could not trust them with the information that I had in my brain. I wanted a crew of my own again but I knew it would take time for me to trust anyone to form one.

He could hear the door to his cell and out of the corner of his eyes, he saw two women come into the cell. Both of them were likely siblings with the older one having natural silver hair, the younger one having brown hair (which was likely dyed because of Japan's standards for hair) and both of them however had red eyes. The one that stood out to me when I first saw her though was the younger one, especially with the fact that I could just about see a second left arm come out of her own left arm.

"Are you Bruno Buchilati?" asked the older one

"As hard as that is for me to believe that is my name," I said, "I am still getting used to it myself."

"Considering you only figured out your name yesterday, it is easy to believe that you would be getting used to your name." Said the woman, "Anyhow I am going to be your guardian until you turn 18. My name is Sae Niijima and the person behind me is Makoto Nijima."

"Pleasure to meet you, Bruno-Kun," said Makoto as she bowed slightly

"We will be watching you over the course of this year until your criminal record is sorted out, and until that happens we want you to at the very least be on your best behavior over the course of this year and the foreseeable future," said Sae

"Or else I will be tossed back in jail where I will be for the rest of my days?"

"Yes, that is the deal that we have set up." said Sae, "but considering how you have been while you were here I think it won't be much of an issue for you to go by the rules."

"I agree. Although I think that you should know about the bizarre occurrences that seem to happen around me."

"We have already been informed about your magic tricks." said Makoto, "Like how a pile of books was suddenly found in your room."

"It is impressive how you were able to do that. I think it is only fair that you at the very least get a chance at a normal life." said Sae, '' The fact that you are somehow able to do these tricks is a sign that you are gaining at the very least your mussel memories left."

"Yes, I believe so too." I said with a Smile on my face as I stood up and walked out of the cell for the first time in a few days, and turned back to them before giving them a smile and saying, "So shall we go?"

"I believe we should," said Sae before she turned to Makoto with a smile which she reciprocated and we all went to her home.

(Date: Sunday 4/10/20XX)

It had been a month since Bruno-OneeSan moved into our home and so far he had been going along well with most of our daily rituals, which is good considering that he was likely the strongest one out of the people living here. When he was out and about he was a nice and kind boy that was known by everyone, to the point where even the thugs of Tokyo feared and respected him, but it was that fear and respect that was strange to me, it was like he acted like a mobster when he was not around the Populus with him being stoic and cold when he was working at a cafe he frequented called Lablanc which did not go unnoticed by me and Sae-Oneesame. It was like trying to break down a steel wall when she tried to talk to him like he was intentionally trying to make it that way for her, so he could never open up to her. But Burno previously talked to me more and more over the course of the month, like he was trying to get her to break that stoic facade he put up around himself.

But that was not the only thing that I was worried about with him, he told her stories, every day for the past week he has told me a story, and when I looked at the stories he told me and they were extremely close to real-life events that happened years ago. The most recent one he told me was about a man who stopped a serial killer in a crazy noisy bizarre town as he described it. The killer killed women for their hands and did sexual acts with those hands, and the man stopped with two more people before he was finally stopped thanks to a teenage boy with a pompadour and his friends and estranged nephew who was older than the teenager himself. This was all true, even the bits that you would think are exaggerated events were actually true. But the strangest part was the detail he went into with each of his stories, it was like his mind was holding all of this information now that he had amnesia. It was the same with schoolwork that he was given to catch him up on everything he missed before school started. He was able to not only ace every test she gave him but also give detailed events to every occurrence in history, math, and many more subjects and he was EXTREMELY detailed when it came to science and human anatomy, being able to detail which pressure points would take down a human male and woman and which points of the body would kill both of them instantaneously. She did not know how he got this information and where, Especially considering that he was working to be a fashion designer, and considering everything he told me on a daily basis, it was like he was trying to tell me something about both of us that he already knew.

"Buona Serata! How are you tonight Makoto?" Said Bruno in his usual happy tone that he used around me, it was a slight tone shift but it was enough to work with to tell me that he was happy to see me.

"Doing good so far." I said with a smile, "so your uniforms came in today."

"Perfection! Thank you for telling me Makoto!" said Bruno

"They are in your room just like you asked," I said as I saw him run past me with the grace of a professional dancer.

"Thank you! He shouted as he ran past and opened the door to his room only for it to close a second later… only for it to burst open again a few moments after to reveal Bruno in his custom Shujin academy uniform. (because he would not be caught dead in something as dreadful looking as that.)

He wore a black coat with little red teardrops on them and pair of golden wing pins around the neck as well as the classic chest window that he had on seemingly every outfit which opened up to the Shujin Academy turtleneck, the window itself however had a zipper on the sides of the window with a ladybug design on them as well as the Shujin logo right where the handles met the buckle for the zippers. His pants replaced the usual plaid with red teardrops as well but with zippers on the pockets that were hooked onto each other like chains linking together. He looked toward me and the door and spoke, "How do I look?"

"Like A mobster from Italy or something like that," I said

"That is what I was going for." said Bruno as he walked over to the kitchen with a renewed strut in his step before grabbing a glass of strawberry juice and bringing it toward the table, ``You think Sae won't be coming tonight?"

"She won't be coming back until later, yes." I said looking into his eyes and saying, "so you can tell me the next story you plan to tell."

"You know me so well," said Bruno before taking wine class from his back and started pouring the strawberry juice into the glass like it was red wine… for all she knew it might have been red wine that he just put in that bottle. After he finished he finally began speaking again as he perched the red liquid-filled chalice on his lip and smirked, "Let us begin this story by setting up the actors and the stage, the stage is simple Italy in 2001, Many years before today, and the main actors revolve around three men, The Protagonists, The Antagonist and The Main Supporting Cast."

For the next half hour he told me the events of everything that went on in Italy in the course of eight days, all of it in excruciating detail, it was like he was there witnessing or EXPERIENCING these events first hand, Like how he was able to describe perfectly how and where the Character Mista was shot in the head and survived in the fight against both Prosciutto and Pesci, like how many bullets were fired into his head and how Mista's Sex Pistols "Number Five" was able to block all the shots in just the nick of time. But the thing about this story was the protagonist Giorno Giovana (or Gio Gio) and this nameless man that he never told me the name of. I have had suspicions about this nameless man being Bruno, the fact that he was leaving this man's name a secret when he told me the hints for Diavalo's name and how to figure it out. But as it was getting closer to the end of the story, there were no hints as to what this man's name was… only that he was about to die and likely was dieing, and doing it quickly.

"But as the actors were set on their final stage and the curtains began to fall there is one question that you likely have for this story, how is it going to end? Both of the protagonists face a dilemma, with the nameless one being powerless to stop Diavolo at this moment and Giorno quickly gaining ground for being able to stop Diavolo with the arrow so close in his grasp… there really is one way for this story to end. With a Requiem. But here is the thing with this story. I don't know how this story reaches its final conclusion… because for the nameless protagonist it is still going on, there is no requiem for him because he is sitting here in front of you currently."

WHAT! He was the nameless protagonist! But that makes no sense! Bruno is a 16-year-old kid not a 20-year-old man with a stand that allows him to create zipper objects! And what even WAS a stand? The answer was never clear and he was very precise on every standability so far! Even going so far as how King Crimson, an ability straight out of fiction, was able to work. I finally had the courage to speak as I said, "Was what you said in that story true then?"

He smiled, it was the same kind smile that he gave everyone, including Sis, and he spoke again, "Yes, Every word of it was true… I don't know how the story ends, it either ends with Giorno winning against Diavolo or Diavolo stealing the arrow and victory against Giorno in the final moments of their battle."

"But what if another person of your crew took the arrow back for Giorno, Like Trish and her Spice Girl?"

"I doubt that she would be able to at that point. Her stand is strong, but it was barely able to hold the bastard back from impaling himself with it once, with her being weakened it is highly unlikely she is able to a second time."

"But what about Mista? He could have created an opening in some way that could have helped."

"But not one that would be exploitable." said Bruno, "Stands are powerful but not powerful enough to do that."

"But you never explained what stands are Bruno, or at least in any way that would be useful for me to understand! So please tell me WHAT they are!"

It took him a moment to answer, in fact, it took so long for him to answer that he moved toward me from his position at the table and was now standing in front of me he crouched down to reach my eye level before his smile grew wider… like he was seeing something that I could not see. I turned to my side and saw a figure beside me that was being drawn out onto the table by another figure… the stand of Bruno's Sticky Fingers. The figure was a Silver feminine looking robot with five clocks on its body, two on its hands with one on its palms and one on the back of its hands, and the biggest clock was on its chest above its breasts. It was about the same size as me with a blank expression on its face and blocked eyes in the shape of a revolver's cylindrical chamber. Its body was mechanical in nature with spikes on its knuckles for extra damage and exhaust ports on its back that jutted out like wings, And wheels for joints like elbows and knees. On its appendages was black lettering saying 20 SECONDS

"What the hell is that thing?" I asked

"That is your stand, the embodiment of your soul and fighting spirit." said Bruno with a deep smile on his face, "I knew you were a stand user from the start, that is why I trusted you with the fact that I know who I am. And why I trust you to keep it a secret from your sister."

"But what about my stand? How is Sis not able to see it?"

"Because non-stand users cannot see stands," said Bruno, "you will be fine."

He stood at his full height to where his stand started punching the table where it unzipped and it reached into it to reveal a full-fledged Italian meal for three people. He said, "I made this at work a few hours ago. You know it is kinda handy having a hammerspace at your beck and call!"

"Oh so you made dinner today Bruno?" said Sae-Oneesama (She must have come in just now)

"That I did indeed! But sadly you missed the story for tonight." said Bruno, "although after the last one you might not have wanted to hear this one."

"You might be right about that. Besides, I am busy anyway with a new case that came up." Said Sae-Oneesama as she walked over to the table and gathered some of the food and went into her room with a single goodnight to the both of us. I looked over at Bruno as he walked over to his seat and opened up the bottle of strawberry juice again and poured it into his glass before saying, "I will tell you more about Stands tomorrow, but for now let us eat."

I nodded eagerly awaiting the explanation that tomorrow would be. But I know that it might not be one that was easily explained. But it was something that was going to be worth it.