Fugo stood outside in the pouring rain in front of the villa where Giorno, now Passione's boss, lived. He appeared to be crying, but maybe that was just the rain. Fugo sighed, unsure how he would do this job, but he remembered how he got here as if it were yesterday.

"I assure you," Diavolo had said to him, "that Giorno would not let you live after you abandoned Bruno's group that day. Help me get my revenge, and you have my word that I will keep you alive."

"But how will I do it?" Fugo remembered asking him that day. "He's immune to Purple Haze's virus."

"Get close to him. You're near his age, right? Try getting close, really close."

Fugo would've killed him outright for suggesting that if he weren't so menacing.

The pink-haired man had given him some green lipstick, telling him it would poison whoever he kissed.

Fugo took a deep breath, applied the poisoned green lipstick, and entered. Mista was sitting down in a chair, guarding the front door. For a second, it looked like he was happy to see him until his eyebrows furrowed. He stood up and aimed his gun at him.

"It's you," he said. "You're not welcomed here."

"Mista, I'm sorry."

"Sure you are."

"Where's Giorno? I need to apologize to him."

Mista shot his gun at the ceiling as a warning shot. "As if I'd tell you."

"What's going on?" Fugo heard Giorno's voice. He was on the second floor, heading downstairs to the first. "No way. Fugo, is that you?" A smile grew on his face.

"Yes, it's me. I wanted to apologize for abandoning everyone." He began tearing up. "If I hadn't left, my best friend would still be alive. I'm so, so sorry."

"Fake tears," Mista called out. "Give me the word, and I'll kill him."

"Don't!" Giorno said. "I'd like a word with him in private."

Mista looked at him in confusion. "But Giorno—"

"I'd like a word with him, in private," he interrupted.

The gunslinger wasn't going to argue with him and sat down.

"Come, Fugo," the boss commanded.

They went into the office on the second floor. Fugo noticed a turtle cage on the table near the window with Coco Jumbo inside. The turtle stared at him.

Giorno looked at him. "Fugo, you were studying to become a lawyer, right?"

"Yes. Why?"

"We could use your knowledge. None of the members of Passione aren't as smart as us, but that was not the reason why you're here. This might sound strange, but I missed you. A lot."

Fugo sat down on a chair nearby. He was not expecting that. "I missed you too."

They sat quietly as the rain poured. Fugo looked outside to see if the former boss was still there. There was nobody in sight, only the well-tended garden.

"Your lipstick looks nice," Giorno commented. "I love that color."

"Is it okay if I call you Giogio?"

"Sure."

"Giogio, do you forgive me?"

"I do."

"Truly, after everything I had done?"

"Diavolo was undefeatable. I can't blame you for what you did, but we defeated the boss. Everything is okay. Trish is safe. We're safe."

Fugo laid back in his chair, folded his arms, and sighed. "How do you know this?"

"Polnareff told me about the arrow's power, but that's a story for another time. Do you want a drink?"

"No! No thanks."

"Oh." Giorno then continued typing away at his computer.

Fugo gazed at the raindrops clinging to the windows. A frown grew on his face as he watched the raindrops race downwards. His eyes wandered downward, looking at the turtle's cage. It felt like the turtle was studying him.

"There's something on your mind, Fugo," said Giogio. The blond was no longer at his desk but was standing in front of him. "You came here for more than just an apology. What is it? There's something you're not telling me."

Fugo's eyes widened.

"Fugo, I want you by my side." He placed his hand on his cheek, but the other pushed his hand away. "We can work well together. If there's a problem, tell me."

"I don't know. You're forgiving, but—" Fugo couldn't get the words out. He wasn't sure what to say. Instead, he hugged Giogio.

"I can't help you if you don't tell me."

"Diavolo."

He patted his back. "Don't worry. He won't trouble us."

"Are you sure you killed him?"

"Yes, I'm sure."

"Are you sure?"

"You make it seem like he's still here."

"That's because he is. He's back!"

Giogio stopped embracing him and looked at his face. "What?"

"He's back, and there's one more thing." Fugo was sobbing again, unable to poison him. He cared too much for Giogio. "He wanted me to get closer to you and then kill you. These lips are venomous. Please, forgive me. I wanted to come back to you, but not like this. I'm sorry."

Giogio kissed him on the cheek. "I forgive you."

"I don't know what to say. You're so forgiving. Whatever happens, know I'll be at your side. But now"—Fugo wiped off the lipstick with his sleeves—"what do we do about Diavolo?"

"I was sure he'd never escape that death loop. I'll have to think of something."

Fugo heard somebody clear their throat. He turned to the source, which was the turtle cage. "Would you believe me if I told you I knew a guy who once defeated the ultimate life form?"