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Vento Aureo SBR AU: Golden Blood

Chapter 1: Enter, Gio-Jo

"Why the Hell does Polpo care so much about Luca anyway…" A person with long purple and white hair in a ponytail spoke as two Manhattan Gangsters walk down the dark, decaying streets of Little Italy, Manhattan, the poorest district in the entirety of New York.

"Luca is 3rd in Command in this district, right behind me of course. And he suddenly dropped off the face of the earth… Polpo's been trying to contact him for days, but so far there is no response. None, assolutamente niente. So, we need to investigate personally." A shorter man with a deep voice and bowl cut responded, scanning each building.

"So why did you drag me along?" The person with the purple with purple hair questioned as they push up their circular sunglasses.

"Because ABBA, you're my number two…" The Bowl Cut said, only glancing over at ABBA.

"Oh! Bucciarati! How flirtatious of you~" ABBA responded in a kissy tone, only to receive a semi-exasperated look from Bucciarati. "Oh… That wasn't a flirt."

"No." Bucciarati responded instantaneously, looking up at a particular building, tipping his head slightly. "This is it…" He spoke, forgetting about the exchange he had with ABBA previously.

"This building? The Pizza House? Isn't this quite cliché, even for a guy like Luca." ABBA jokingly questioned as they followed Bucciarati to the back of the building, as they pulled out pistols. ABBA carried on them a Colt M1892 (revolver) and Bucciarati carried a Lugar P08, readying their firearms just in case they get attacked.

"Luca is violently Italian. So much so that me and Polpo often joke about it, much to his behest… Now when we get in there, please be nice to him. I don't want you trading blows with him a second time." Bucciarati said, watching ABBA's back in the middle of the dimly lit corridor.

The two gangsters walk up to a large metal door, the back entrance of the establishment. "Are you still blaming me for La Porto di Rorke's Drift? You know that was Luca who shot Massimo first…" ABBA frowned a bit, looking back at Bucciarati who is just giving them a deadpanned face. "Relax, Bucciarati… I'll be nice…"

The duo approached the door. There was a beat…

Suddenly ABBA began banging the door like a goddamn maniac, much to Bucciarati's frustration.

"WAKE UP LUCA, FIGLIO DI PUTTANA. I KNOW YOU'RE IN THERE SLEEPING OFF ANOTHER DRUKEN STOOPER. OPEN UP DUMBASS." ABBA yelled as they banged on the door.

"Are you fucking serious right now?" Bucciarati damn clawed at his face in frustration, clearly done with ABBA's bullshit.

There was no response from Luca, not even a stir… Soon ABBA gave up on banging on the door, huffing, and puffing as Bucciarati was shaking his head, face in his hand.

"Okay, something must have happened to him, I can use [Between Buttons] to allow us access int-" Before Bucciarati could finish his statement, ABBA backwards mule kicked the big metal door open with enough force to overthrow a small government. "Christ, in heels?" Oh, yeah, forgot to mention ABBA opened it up with heels too.

ABBA and Bucciarati entered the building, immediately noting the fact that it stunk all the way up to high heaven. The stench was so potent that it might be producing heat. Bucciarati clenched their nose as ABBA led them closer to the source of the smell. Bucciarati looked down to see a trail of rotting blood spilling out a door, stepping in it, it was sticky and removing his shoes caused it to audibly peel off. Bucciarati opened it up only to be blasted with the worst disgusting odor he ever smelled in his life, causing him to viciously gag; ABBA entered without hesitation, although they too, clenched their nose.

"Holy shit. Bruno, you have got to look at this…" ABBA said, with a disturbed, shocked chuckle at the end of their statement.

Bucciarati being called "Bruno" by ABBA indicated urgency, so he quickly entered the room, ignoring the smell the best he can. He noticed that there were many small broken items on the floor, also there was a lot of dust everywhere making the air thick. A fight broke out in here, causing this mess. Looking at the direction that ABBA was looking at, he can see why they were so surprised about. Laying in the middle of the room was the absolutely demolished body of Luca, missing both of his arms, his jugular, thoroughly slashed, and a good chunk of his hip was just… gone. His body must have been there for weeks because it was rotten, it was shocking how no one smelled him as he laid there. But to the defense of the people outside the building, Little Italy already stunk.

"Looks like someone got more than he bargained for. You think it was someone from the Harlem gangs got to him?" ABBA asked, leaning down to look at Luca's body.

"I don't think so… Polpo might want to know about this… I'll phone him while you use [Ring-Ring] to find out who did this. It is more than likely he yelled out some information about his killer before dying." Bucciarati said before quickly walking away from the smell.

"God, I hope so too… Otherwise this is about to be a huge waste…" ABBA whispered to themself as they sat on a nearby table, manifesting an old rotary phone from out of a purple shimmer. They placed the intricately designed, blue-pink receiver up to their ears, exhaling deeply to relax and listen to the conversation, the events that occurred the day that Luca died.

2 Weeks Earlier

Christ… Manhattan reeks of shit… Giorno thought as he stood on a rickety old fire escape, leaning on a handrail, looking down on the busy street below him. I always asked mom if we can ask Aunt Lucy to move to the countryside but noooo… She'd rather smash the top of my head in with her fist that have that conversation at all… Giorno reminisced.

Little Italy, Manhattan. The place many Italians called home since the great immigration boom during the Italian Wars of Unification. Naples, Sicilia, Tuscany, were all annexed by Sardinia, and currently in conflict with the Papal States. Tensions in New York spiked as culture clashes began popping up between Italians and the Anglo-American Populations did not seem to get along. Giorno being Anglo-American himself did not resent the existence of the Italian immigrants, hell, his name is literally "Day" in Italiano. Giorno combed his very long, light pink hair with his hand before putting his blue sailor cap on.

"JOESTAR!" Giorno looked down to see a tall, Italian man with slicked back brown hair, wearing a long red trench coat standing by a series of boxes. "Get down here! I need you to help me with some boxes."

"What's in it for me, Mr. Luca?" Giorno asked, pressing his body on the railing.

Luca pursed his lips before pulling a green slip of paper. "How about some 5 dollars!" (5 Dollars in 1907 is equivalent to $89 in 2001, when Vento Aureo actually takes place.)

"5 WHOLE DOLLARS?" Giorno widened his eyes at the prospect. "Don't mind if I do Mr. Luca…"

Giorno masterfully climbed down the fire escape, jumping the 10-foot gap between him and the floor, rolling to break his fall. He took two heavy looking boxes, carrying it with ease, as Luca struggles with the one of them.

"Santa Cielo, Kid, you're pretty strong for, what 15? 16?" Luca complimented Giorno's strength.

"17, actually. And if you want to thank someone, thank my mother, she taught me how to do some heavy farm work from an early age…" Giorno gleamed.

"Ah. Hot Pants Joestar…" Luca began to daydream about her. "Tall, strong, beautiful… A terrifying woman really, that type of one that can crush my skull between her legs-"

Giorno cringed, letting out a loud groan to flush out Luca's lustful compliments. "Dear fucking God, Mr. Luca. With all due respect, don't say those things about my mom… That's just weird…"

"I AM JUST SAYING… Do not be surprised if you find out that your mother is going to get remarried."

"EW. I find that highly unlikely, Mr. Luca. My mother was a nun and vowed to never marry after the death of my father…" Giorno explained to Luca.

"If she was a nun, the how the hell did she become impregnated. Who in the world has such charm to cause a nun to abandon their holiness?"

"NO IDEA!" Giorno said. Flustered. "But it is not something my mother likes to talk about much. She loved him but after he died, she became depressed. And every time I try to engage in conversation about him to her, she shuts me down immediately. Maybe it is hard to look at old wounds."

"Do you know anything about your padre?" Luca asked.

"I overheard my Aunt Lucy talk vaguely talk about him to my Uncle Johnny before he moved to Japan to live with Aunt Rina. She says that he died during the infamous Steel Ball Run, where he met my mom. But to be truly honest with you, that is all I know…" Giorno said as they enter a small alleyway.

"That's a shame… Just leave the boxes right here, I'll put inside." Luca said as he inserted the key into the lock, opening the large metal door, completely disregarding the work that Giorno put in to help him. Giorno, however, was patient, silently waiting to get Luca's attention once again. Luca turned around, quirking an eyebrow, genuinely confused on why Giorno was still standing there. "The Hell are you still doing here?"

"You promised me 5 dollars Mr. Luca." Giorno said with a soft smile, naively expecting Luca to keep his words.

"I did?" Luca asked in satirical shock. "That's too bad…"

Giorno's face drooped into one of mixed disappointment and frustration. As Luca turned around to ty to enter the door, Giorno thought he was going to pull a fast one on the tall Italian man, quickly dipping his hand into Luca's pocket, quickly snatching out something. However, to Giorno's horror, instead of snatching the five dollars he expected from Luca, he instead accidentally pulled out a blackish, brown ball… A ball of opium. Giorno yelped a bit, dropping the opium ball before getting a sharp, calloused, backhanded strike in the face by Luca. Giorno stumbled backwards before landing hard on the boxes that he just helped move.

Giorno was dazed as he laid on his back on the floor, head tilted backwards. As his vision cleared, he realized a large white brick laying right in front of him. He got on all fours, trying to stand himself up, and realized what he was looking at was looking at a brick of cocaine. He turned to see the boxes he just crashed into, one was sideways, opened, sand spilling bricks of cocaine. Giorno couldn't believe it, he was horrified. He despised drugs with every fiber of his being, he saw as the kids around him turn into ugly husks of themselves due to drugs, and the adults, including the ones in the government turned a blind eye to it, but Giorno… Just couldn't. Now here he was, being unknowingly responsible for drug peddling, all for five dollars.

"Do you know why this Pizza House is so popular? Because the chefs infuse the coke in very tiny portions into the ingredients, causing the people that eat it to get hooked and keep coming back." Luca said as he stood over the downed Giorno.

"D- Do you know how many fucking kids eat here Luca? Yo- you're tricking them, poisoning them for what? So, you can… lick a couple more dollars out of them?" Giorno spoke in a deep, disgusted tone, not taking his eyes off of the bricks of cocaine.

"Baby, getting tricked and genius secret marketing strategies ain't the same thing…" Luca stated before kicking Giorno's underbelly, causing the pink haired boy to flip over and grip at his abdomen in pain. Giorno then watched as Luca pulled out a revolver with an ivory handle from his inside coat pocket, rashly pointing the muzzle at Giorno's head, fully intending to kill him. "The truth is kid… The game was rigged from the start…"

Luca pulled the priming hammer of his gun, but Giorno was prepared.

"[GOLDEN YEARS]!" Giorno roared out as the bang from Luca's revolver rang out in the dark hallway.

When the smoke cleared, Luca seemed confused as Giorno's body was nowhere to be seen. He looked around to see where Giorno could've slithered into, but all he saw was a fly buzzing around him. He waved the fly away, but it buzzed behind him, in his blind spot, and the entire fly instantly morphed into a whole human, Giorno. Giorno punched Luca in the back of the head as hard as he could, causing the Italian to fall to the hard concrete below, dropping his ivory handle revolver.

Luca tried to reach for his gun, only to feel the coldness of a thin trashcan lid as Giorno spiked him over the head with one. Luca, finding no other options, clawed a handful of cocaine that spilled out one of its packet, throwing at Giorno's face. The Pink Haired teen stumbled backward from the makeshift smoke screen, wiping it off his face and shirt, careful not to breath it in. After clearing his vision, he saw watched as Luca stumbled into the building through the large metal door, attempting to close it.

"Oh no you don't you son of a bitch!" Giorno said, activating [Golden Years] once more to turn himself into a greyhound, before charging at Luca once again.

Luca knew he wasn't going to close the door on time, so he ran down the hallway, trying to duck into a random room, where he thought he'd be safe. Once again, he thought this… Suffering from a concussion when he got his head smashed in by a trash can lid, he stumbled into the room, disoriented, accidentally knocking over some dishes and cups off of a table when he tried to stand himself up. He knelled down, and messily opened up a cabinet, knocking over wine bottles and cups in an attempt to pull out a Holland & Holland Paradox Gun (Double Barrel Shotgun.) He loaded it, and pointed it at the door in anticipation of Giorno coming in.

He watched as the Giorno's silhouette stands before the door, unwavering, not entering. Luca pulls both priming hammers, still aiming at the door, hands shaking in fear.

"Alright kid… I have il fucile da caccia, you're outgunned now…" Luca sneered, although he was still afraid, afraid of just a fucking kid.

"Maybe… But did I just head you pull both of the priming hammers at the same time? Which means you only have one shot against me…" Luca loses his smug face as he begins to sweat bullets once again. "Which means I can do this-"

Suddenly a massive wolf jumped into the room, immediately pouncing on Luca, who blasts the wolf in the face directly. Instead of brain matter, skull fragments and blood coming out of the wolf's head, it was rather, a thick, white powder.

"Oof. There goes your only shot… Thanks for shooting the wolf when you did, otherwise it would have drained my energy…" Giorno stated as he entered through the door.

Luca couldn't see through the smoke, but he when he waved away the dust cloud, he watched as the wolf transformed itself into a now torn, tattered bag with white contents dumping out…

"Don't worry, it's just flour. If I used a bag of cocaine, it wouldn't exactly be conforming to my ideals…" Giorno stated as he menacingly approached Luca piecing white eyes visible through the cloud.

"Your ideals? Who the fuck cares about them…? In the real world, you can't exactly rely on them…" Luca spat.

"I care about them. My ideals are mine to keep." Giorno said as his body seemed to morph, bigger, muscular, hunched back, jaw being displaced as his face elongated.

"W- What are your ideals?" Luca squealed out as he watched Giorno turn into a large monster… No, a Utahraptor.

"My ideals do not matter, for people… scum like you…" Giorno said as he completed his transformation, saying it in a deep, scratchy voice.

Giorno gaped his mouth wide, with killing intent. Knowing that he is completely screwed, nowhere to run, knowing that he is going to die, Luca decided to scream to the air, to anyone that can hear him… To ABBA.

"GIORNO JOESTAR-"

"NO ONE IS GOING TO HEAR YOUR SCREAMS." Giorno said as he began to tear Luca apart, as no one heard is screams of agony, as he died in comeuppance for all the people, he poisoned using drugs in pizza.

ABBA listened to everything that was said in the room, not hearing about Luca's scheme. Not hearing about the cocaine laced pizza. Only his screams as each one of his limbs were torn off. ABBA, hesitantly put the receiver back onto the base of their stand, [Ring-Ring], before getting up and stepping outside to regroup with Bucciarati.

ABBA finds Bucciarati leaning on the wall, smoking a cigarette, with a disturbed look on his face, a dark one. ABBA went up to him, tilting the bowl cut gangster's chin up to get a better look at his face. Luca was Bucciarati's friend despite their differences, and seeing his blood plastered on the wall might have affected him.

"Are you okay?" ABBA asked him.

"I- uh…" Bucciarati sniffed, dropping his cigarette before stomping it. "Yeah, I'm… I'm fine. I contacted Polpo to tell him the news. You got anything?"

"Yup, the person we are looking for… Is named Giorno Joestar."

End of Chapter 1

Thank you very much for reading, and a huge thank you to vanillaprinces, the original creator of the Golden Wind/Steel Ball Run AU. I must iterate that this is a soft retelling of Golden Wind, with some creative divergence from vanillaprinces's AU. I will try my damn hardest to conform with their head canon, but as artists do, we'll have our own spin on it. This was incredibly fun to make, and I will return for another chapter.

Stands and Music References seen in this chapter (the following are creations of vanillaprinces):

ABBA: Named after the Swedish Pop Group of the same name.

[Ring-Ring]: ABBA's stand; named after ABBA's 1973 Album of the same name.

[Golden Years]: Giorno Joestar's stand; named after the 1975 David Bowie song of the same name.

(The following are my ideas, and not previously mentioned by vanillaprinces)

[Between Buttons]: Bruno Bucciarati's stand; named after the 1967 Rolling Stones album "Between the Buttons"

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