(Tuesday, 9:15 PM)

"Is there someone answering the phone?", Trish asked anxiously as she paced back and forth in the living room of their new settlement.

They just arrived at the new safe house after the foundation have found out that they're attacked by a stand earlier. Dr. Kujo suggested that he'll take them under his roof in his spare apartment so that he and Josuke can look after Trish and Giorno.

"No... Nothing. The line is dead.", Giorno settled down the phone and then placed his hands to his mouth in deep thought as he tapped his foot vigorously.

It's the fifth time that they tried to contact the group but they didn't receive anything. No call backs not even a dial tone from the other line.

"Giorno. I-Ive been thinking about this. I've got an idea.", Trish suddenly spoke while looking away.

Giorno raised up his head and looked at the pinkette with furrowed eyebrows. Looks like he knew where this is going."Giorno, I want you to give me permission to go back to Italy."

He knew it...

"What?"

"You heard me.",Trish spat with more conviction in her tone and a firm eye contact on Giorno. "I am your escort. But I'm also your friend—their friend. They're my family. I can't stand here waiting for another attack. Let me go back and investigate what's happening. You're more important than I am and what I'm doing is for the Famiglia that I pledged to protect."

Giorno sighed and hesitated to answer. He never understood her once again. Her actions were rash but her words do hold meaning but the idea sounded wrong. The question in his mind replayed as he repeatedly tried to understand her motives. He contemplated for a while: would he take her sacrifice? Or he'll keep her at his side but risk the familigia and the others in Italy.

It's the train logic once again.

He stood up biting his lower lip and spoke nothing and just walked away from Trish.

"Giorno, wait! I know this sounded wrong but please let me do—!",

"You're not going in there alone. They're also my family as the leader I would do what Bruno always did. I will be with my team. Ride or die. We'll go back to Italy. We will go there tommorow morning."

"But w-what about the whole ordeal of you having t-this curse? What about you? You're safer here under the watch of SPW."

"That could wait. The foundation can wait. The research can wait. Our priority is the fate of Passione and Italia in general." he said. His voice gradually getting a little louder.

Trish was silenced by the firmness of Giorno's words. His voice signified authority and an utter proof that this boy is not just some kid running a mob. He's the Primo Mafioso.

She managed to collect her thoughts and with a heavy heart Trish opened her lips and questioned Giorno,"But... What if we're stepping into a trap and Italy is a black hole?"

"Then we will die trying." is what he simply replied.

"But you d-don't understand! You are the only one that matters here the most! If you die then Passione will be done! The sacrifice of the others will be useless if you end up gone... I... I don't want that to happen. Let me be your tool, Giorno. Trust me with this. Let me go back to Italy alone."

Giorno is starting to get annoyed by the things that they're talking about and with another irrate sigh he faced Trish with his arms across his chest, "No. What you're saying is nonsense."

"Ugh! You're so freaking stubborn! Dio Mio... Why do you insist to go? "

"Because, that's what I'm supposed to do. If they want the Mob they have to take it away from me. They took away Mista and the others and I will not just hide here in London. If they want this, then I'll fight tooth and nail and regain what's mine...To regain what's ours."

Trish was starting to get frustrated as she grit her teeth and clenched her fists. Why wouldn't he listen? Didn't he understand that if he dies then everything that he established will be wasted? She've never thought that she'll be this irritated on him for being so stubborn. She raised her hand and smacked Giorno across the face with a crisp sound.

SLAP!*

He was fazed. It's the first time that a girl just hit him, it's the first time that Trish did that. 'What would he do?', he thought as he glanced at her. She's staring directly at him shaking with emotions, her lips were quivering as her glaring emerald eyes looked directly into his soul.

"It's okay if I died while I'm in Italy. I'm just a piece. But you are the heart and soul of Passione." she said as she held her fist inside her other palm.

Giorno took a deep breath and held both of Trish's cold shoulders in his hands. "I'm sorry. But please understand. I know you're worried about me. Trust me, I'm not going to die. No one's dying, not you, not me. We will both go back to Italy and fix this, okay?. We'll find Fugo,Mista, Shiela E, and Mr. Polnareff then we will rebuild everything."

Trish looked down and removed his hands from her shoulders. "I don't know... Maybe I'm just afraid of loosing the people I care about agian. I'm sorry for hitting you."

He gave a smile as his gaze softened as he placed a hand on his red cheek from Trish's slap,"That's fine. I'm quite shocked since you're the first girl to hit me on the face but I understand that you're just concerned."

She looked up at him with worry still etched in her expression but she managed to crack a small and weary smile and a sigh. "I guess, we'll be leaving tomorrow?"

"Yeah... We'll go back and we'll take what's ours so don't loose it.. Keep it together is that a deal Ms. Una?", Giorno said towards her with his hands on his hips.

"I'll try boss."

"Oh no don't just try, do it.", Giorno chuckled as he head towards his room. Trish raised an eyebrow and lightly

"Bouna notte!", Trish, called out.

Giorno glanced behind and waved with a soft smile before closing the door behind him.

Trish smiled as she heaved a heavy sigh and then went to her room as well.

What? What is this place...

Trish, sweetie...

Ma?

Trish, can you come here, dolce?

Trish found herself in a very familiar place. It's her old house. The house where she was born. The house where she and her mother used to live. She found herself in her old room. She looked around and saw the things that she used to have. Her red cassette player and beside that were stacks of cassettes and magazines; the posters of her favorite bands and theatre play posters that she liked were hanging on the peach colored walls; her cream colored bed that are crowded with animal plushies; a vanity mirror beside her study table that are littered with stationaries and stacks of notebooks; two shelves that contained all her favorite books, picture frames and all the memorabilias and mementos from her school, beside it is a white double-doored closet with all of her clothes. She stood up from her bed and looked around the place with nostalgia in her heart. Everything felt surreal. She can't help but to smile.

She ran her fingers on the cream colored drapes of her curtain with a small smile remembering how she'll use it as a hiding spot when she was just a kid. She walked around her room and saw her old guitar which is like an heirloom from her mother.

She moved closer to the corner of the room where the spruce colored guitar is standing. She held it in her hands and then out of the blue, her hands started to play. She stood there with her eyes closed—just enjoying the feeling and the sound.

"Trish?", a soft voice called interrupting her session and when she turned around she saw her. Donatella Una, at the flesh leaning on her door frame with a soft smile on her face. "What's the matter, dolce? Is there something wrong?"

Trish looked at her mother with wide eyes as she slowly laid the guitar down on its place. She slowly went closer towards her with tears lightly welling down from her emerald green orbs. "Mamma?"

"Yeah? What's wrong?"

Trish broke into shaky sobs as she collapsed into her mother's warm embrace. "Shh... That's okay, honey. Everything is going to be alright, Mama's here." Donatella said as she held her daughter tight while stroking her back gently. Trish raised her head and looked towards her mother still feeling unreal from everything. Donatella used her cardigan sleeve to wipe the tears from Trish's eyes and then smiled again. "Don't cry, mi dolce amore. How about we go to the living room and then have some strawberries and panini?"

Trish agreed with the biggest of smile as the two of them walked outside her room and sat on their burgundy colored couch as a large plate freshly baked paninis and a bowl of strawberries sat on the coffee table.

"How about we go to the park after we eat?"

"Hmm... Sounds like a good plan, Ma."

Giorno woke up with the noises coming from the outside of his room. He sat up and stretched but when he opened his eyes he saw a very strange but yet very familiar setting. He's in his room in his parent's house in Neapoli. He looked around and saw his room and it looked like exactly how he remembered it— single bed with navy sheets, plain bluish grey colored walls, and a small oak closet. Beside his bed is a drawer and beside it is a small bookshelf that is barely filled.

"Dear, could you please wake up Haruno in his room? I'm quite busy cooking. Oh and tell him that he'll be late for school.", a faint but familiar voice was heard from outside. It sounded like his mother.

"Goodness gracious, when will that boy be responsible on his own? Fine, I'll get him." a masculine voice replied to the other but, that voice... Giorno recognized the other voice, clearly it didn't sounded like the gruff tone of his stepdad— it was someone else's voice. He have heard it before. He have heard it somewhere.

Giorno heard some footsteps coming closer to his door. He anticipated himself for someone or something to barge in. But instead he laid sight on a tall and muscular man with wavy blond hair dressed in a long sleeved button-down shirt. It is him— Dio Brando,"Oh, Haruno. You're already awake."

Giorno narrowed his eyes and stared confusedly towards the man infront of him.

"Hm? Is there something wrong, Haruno?",the man raised an eyebrow towards him and reciprocated his stare with his sharp Auburn eyes.

"Are you talking to me?"

The man slightly chuckled and then put his arms across his chest."Of course. You're the only Haruno in this room, who else could it be?"

Giorno blinked owlishly towards the man but the man just smiled and gave a hearty chuckle. "What's up with you? Anyways, hurry up downstairs your food's going to be cold.", the man turned around and walked away from his door.

He felt very lost and more confused on what's going on—he felt so unreal. It felt weird... Strange... Bizarre...

He shrugged the thought and got out of his bed and went straight to his bathroom. He went towards the sink where a plain vanity mirror were placed. He looked at himself in the mirror and saw his short, black mop of hair— wait... Black?

He tried to pinch himself to see if he was dreaming but he ended up leaving a small red mark on his cheek.

"Haruno? Haruno??? Oh, there you are! How many times do I have to tell you to hurry up? You're going to be late for school! Stop messing around young man." a feminine voice called out and when he turned around he saw his mother standing on the door frame with a frown.

"Mom?"

"Yeah? What is it? C'mon be quick you're going to be late."

Giorno just looked at her mother without saying anything. The black haired woman infront of him looked at him confusedly and then sighed before giving off a small smile.

"What is it?"

He shook his head and forced a smile towards the woman which earned him a small laugh from her. "Oh, Kids these days were so weird. Hurry up and go get breakfast with us downstairs. Your dad's been waiting." ,she said as she exited his room.

He splashed some water on his face before going out of his room. This still felt very odd. He couldn't shake the feeling

in his gut that something's wrong. He walked down the hall and went to the dining room where he find his mother and father sitting beside each other. The man's reading his morning news paper while his wife is sipping her favorite cup of tea. "Haruno, come here and join us.", she said as she took another sip from her Venetian tea cup.

He hasitantly walked towards the dining table and then sat on his chair. He looked around the expanse of the table laden with food. It smelled good and it tempted him to go dig in and eat.

"What's the matter, Haruno? You haven't touched your food.", his father asked noticing that Giorno is being very reluctant towards everything.

"N-no. I'm fine just feeling a little weird.", he replied.

"Are you okay?", his mother asked with a concerned look.

"Yes. I'm fine. I'm fine." he replied quite uncomfortable with them asking how he was.

"You sure? You don't look like it. Would you like me to contact your teacher and tell 'em that you're not going to school today?",his father said while neatly folding is newspaper and then setting it away.

"Really. I'm fine. I guess I'll just have this apple and get going."

"You sure? Have fun in school then.", his mother replied.

He gave an awkward smile and then left the dining room. He went upstairs to his room to change clothes and then left the house shortly.

While walking down the street he saw someone familiar. Mista?

"Guido? Hey! Guido Mista!"

"Hm?", the beanie wearing guy looked at him across the street. Even if he's not in his usual clothing, Giorno could tell that the guy is Mista. Giorno ran towards him across the street and tapped his shoulder,"Mista, where have you been? are you okay? Where's Trish and the others? Have you seen them?",he manged to asked.

The guy looked at him with a raised eyebrow and chuckled. "To answer your first question, I just went from the convenience store to buy some stuff and I guess I'm okay as long as I haven't encountered anything related to number 4.To your second question, I don't know. Anyways, who the hell are you and why are you talking to me? How'd you know my name?"

"What?"

"I'm sorry,man. But I gotta go. Anyways goodluck on finding whoever you've been searching," Mista smiled as he excused himself and then walked away. "Heh, people now are so weird.", Mista mumbled as he walked away.

Giorno was taken aback from what he have heard—stunned and confused. I am dead sure that the guy is Mista! , he thought as he proceeded to walk down the sidewalk. While walking he spotted another very familiar someone—a certain girl with a whirl of pink hair in her head walked passed his direction alongside another lady.

(10:35 PM)

"Mr. Jotaro!? Mr. Jotaro!!!" Josuke called out frantically as he laid sight on the flesh-like plant— about a size of a watermelon that protruded from Giorno's back like a parasite. It resembled an appearance of a cactus but it has vines and roots that are embedded on the skin in a very grotesque manner with some of its stem growing out like large worms and a bulb at the top of the creature that looked like a flower that is yet to bloom.

"Josuke, what happened here?"

"I- I don't know! I was just checking on him and when I opened the door, I s-saw this th-thing!" Josuke tried to explain.

Jotaro grit his teeth as he looked at the monstrous pulsating creature attached onto Giorno's body.

"How about Ms. Una? Do you check on—!"

THUD! *THUD!!!

"What's that?"

Josuke asked as both of them heard the loud thud that came from the living room. Jotaro and Josuke exchanged glances before Jotaro stood up and went outside.

His eyes widened as he saw Trish's limp body on the floor with the same plant-like flesh creature embedded on her but on her nape. Unlike Giorno, Trish's case was different, the creature on her is larger and more horrid looking with it latching on her all the way to a portion of her face. Jotaro tried to approach her but every time the space between them close in, the creature would react and the spikes that the creature has would emerge suddenly.

"Mr. Jotaro there's something going on with— HOLY SHIT?! Aw man that's disgusting!"

"Looks like Ms. Una is a victim too."

" Giorno's flesh plant grew three times larger! Do you think this is a work of an enemy?"

Jotaro grit his teeth in deep thought. "If this is a stand then the user must be somewhere near."

"W-where could he be? We can't leave them like this. Maybe we could pull it out?"

"We're not sure and it seems that we can't just pull it out. It has some sort of defense mechanism that will activate when something or someone reaches it's range. Have you noticed anyone who interacted with them earlier?"

"Umm... I mean there's no one except for that weird blind guy who they bumped and helped earlier a-and we both saw him."

Jotaro lowered his hat and walked pass Josuke without saying a word.

"M-mr. Jotaro! Where are you going?!"

"I've got a plan. I'll find the stand user while you guard these two. Understood?"

"B-but—! Mr. Jotaro wait!"

Before Josuke could protest even more, Jotaro left the scene with star platinum manifested beside him. "Goddammit!" he cursed under this breath as he summoned Crazy Diamond behind.

THUD!*

"Guhh..."

Josuke heard the loud noise behind him so he turned around to see. But he frozed with a terrified expression as he saw Trish standing up staggering towards the balcony with limp movements, the flesh plant still attached onto her nape like a nasty tumor.

"Ms. Trish? MS. TRISH!"

Trish stopped on her tracks and turned around to face Josuke slowly revealing a very disturbing sight of her face. Black eyes and the skin on the left side her face looks like it's deteriorating and wrinkly complete with disgusting black veins appearing on her cheek like she was slowly decomposing with blood oozing out of her nose and ears.

Josuke covered his mouth trying to supress the gag reflex from the nasty and horrid sight infront of him.

Trish opened her mouth and with that she released a blood curdling scream before she staggered towards Josuke in great speeds.

"Huh?"

"Is there something wrong, Trish? Why do you stopped walking, sweetheart?"

"Ah nothing. I just thought someone just called my name."

"Is that so?"

"Wait... I am really sure that Trish just passed by." Giorno said as he searched for the pinkette that just passed beside him. "I need to find answers. I'm very sure that there's something wrong about this."

Giorno proceeded to walk down the road searching for Trish hoping that he could find some answers to his predicament. Fortunately, he saw her again sticking out of the crowd with her unusual hair. So he started to pick up his pace and ran towards her.

"Trish!"

(10:50 PM)

Jotaro walked outside the building where he saw the same guy that bumped Trish and Giorno earlier.

"I know you can see me, bastard." he called out to the eerie looking figure that is standing across the road.

The figure walked towards him, the full moon of the night illuminated the two.

"The moon looked beautiful, right?", The eerie man dressed in a taupe colored trench coat said as she moved closer to Jotaro.

Jotaro didn't replied, he didn't plan to manifest Star Platinum yet. He's sizing up his opponent, tension between them rose as the other approached Jotaro. As he closed in the light from the moon illuminated his features, a sickeningly pale man, his bony face sported several scars but his dark eyes smiled innocently together with his wide mouth that bore bizarrely sharp black teeth that looked like it was heavy filed inorder to be pointed.

The man stopped at his tracks and stood against Jotaro.

"You're not on my job order good sir.", the man said,"So it's upto you if you want to be in it."

Jotaro raised his fist to strike but the man clacked the tip of his tongue and laughed."Tsk, tsk, I would not want to do that if I were you. If you still want to save them,that is. I suggest not to be hasty."

STAND STATS:

STAND NAME: SWEET DREAMS

STAND USER: ???

Speed: A

Durability: B

Precision: C

Range: B

Destructive power: C

Learning: D

Description: A stand which can be 'planted' by the user which are produced from the user's hand. From there, the true form of the stand will emerge which is described to look like a cactus plant that is made out of flesh and would start to consume onto the victim while sleeping. The stand would suck on the life force and nutrients of it's victim like a parasite while trapping the mind into a simulated dream rendering the victims into a dream coma. Once the the bulb of the stand fully blooms then the victim would be dead by the next 20 seconds. After the bulb blooms the stand would disintegrate and return to the user leaving only a dried up corpse of its victim. If the plant senses a threat it would produce spikes and or use the victim's body as defense mechanism.

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