"I'm sorry I didn't—"

"T-Trish? Is that really you? I've been looking for you!"

"Uhh... Pardon?"

"It's me! Giorno Giovanna."

The pinkette raised a confused look and replied,"Did you bumped your head??"

Giorno looked at her with wide eyes but when he's about to speak he saw something very bizarre... He saw... Himself. A blonde young man with long braided hair approached Trish and helped her to stand.

"Trish, are you, ok?"

"Erm yes, Giorno. Why did you came back?"

"Bucciarati told me to to give invite you tommorow for lunch"

The other 'Giorno' glared down at him as he walked away beside Trish.

Giorno was left speechless as she watched himself and Trish walk away. 'What just happened?! Did I just...?'

'You see Haruno? Even she didn't recognised you... Let me out. I will free you. I will free you Giorno Giovanna... I can free her too.', Giorno heard that voice again from the back of his head from earlier. It is the voice from the plane. It is the voice that he hears everytime he would close his eyes. He contemplated the thought... He didn't want to do it. What if he can't control it? But... What if this is the only thing that will help them out? He shoved the thought and took the gamble. 'Fine... I'll let you. How can I assure that you will free her too?.'

'I am you...', the voice replied with a devious chuckle before Giorno could protest. He fell dizzy as he started to give in, his vision became blurry as his consciousness were pulled at the back as the other slowly took over.

"I hate imposters...", he said murderously as he went over gripped the shoulder of his doppelganger. "Hands off...", the blonde said darkly.

"Then, make me do it."

"Giorno, stop. Let's just leave. Sir, I don't know what's your deal but—"

"Shut up, woman. You'll be next after I beat this man to death." the black haired boy shushed her as he looked at her with his bright red orbs.

She felt a very familiar feeling of terror... Those eyes... She have seen it before. She saw it flicker from red to a certain shade of torquoise but it was only for a mere second until the black haired boy removed his gaze from the pinkette.

Before Trish could call out again, the black haired boy already attacked the blond brutally slicing his neck open with his bare and sharp nails causing the blood to gush out as the blond writhed in pain on the pavement.

"Well... That was pretty pathetic!", the black haired boy mocked as he kicked the almost lifeless body of the blond on the floor. "You're useless! USELESS! USELESS! USELESS!!!", he exclaimed as he relentlessly stomped on the neck of his victim, causing it to eventually break with an audible crack.

Trish's eyes widened as she witnessed the blond's brutal death infront of her eyes. She found herself frozen as fear, rage, dread, and shock spiralled inside her body making every fiber of her being tremble. The black haired boy noticed the hot glare of Trish so he met her burning emerald gaze and smirked. "Ah, You're so beautiful especially when you're mad no wonder why he always wanted to protect you. Tch, that greedy bastard.Too bad I will have to do this."

Trish felt like she was stuck and unable to move as her body refused to budge as she is also unable to manifest her stand even with the fight or flight sensation that she's currently having. The black haired boy approached her and held her chin up forcing her to look at him. He gave a devious and sadistic grin as she watched how the girl infront of her shed some stray tears from her glaring green eyes. "Now, I get why he wanted to protect you that bad." he whispered as his hand went from her chin, to her neck where he pierced his nails on her throat. Causing her blood to pour out of her. "I'm sorry... Trust me this will be over soon.", he whispered gently as he placed a soft kiss on her forehead before he snapped her neck rendering her to blackout immediately.

_

Trish's eyes darted open as she regained consciousness on the real world. She felt this weird and painful crawling sensation on her skin as the flesh-plant became agitated as it sensed that it's prey is now conscious and awake.

She panted hard as she struggled to catch her breath. She felt like she have slept for years as her heart beated out of chest. She weakly made an effort to crawl but to her misfortune, her leg is trapped on the floor.

"S-spice Girl!!!" she managed to weakly summon her stand to make the floor soft so she could crawl and look for help.

"Ah, shit! Where is Mr. Jotaro?", a panicked voice could be heard from the room on the left. Trish weakly perked up her head as she slowly crawled on her stomach together with the weight of the creature on her back making every move heavy and difficult.

"J-J-Josuke!!! Agh!", she managed to shriek as her eyes seemed to be heavy again and her body, on the verge of giving up.

She used all her remaining strength to go to where she have heard Josuke's voice. She felt like her body is on fire as all of her limbs felt like it is going to break if she would take another move. She bit her lower lip until it bled through her teeth as she moved her weakened arms desperately. Luckily, Josuke came out of the room and met a struggling Trish crawling on the floor.

"Jos-suke!!! H-help!" she managed to word out as she caught the hem of his pants leg.

"Ms. Trish? Is that really you?"

"He-h-help me!"

Josuke's mind ran into different directions. He can't stand to wait for Mr. Jotaro to comeback. So he gathered his thoughts and summoned Crazy Diamond, preparing himself to pull the plant. He knew that this move is not the most feasible thing to do but it's better than just sit down and do nothing. So with a deep breath he made his Stand to carefully hold the flesh plant. "It's now or never! Crazy Diamond!"

"DOOORRRAAAA!!!"

Josuke had successfully extracted the flesh plant which withered after it is removed. Josuke felt relieved as he gave a thoughtful smile toward Trish as he started to heal her injuries.

Suddenly... A menacing aura came upon Josuke but before he could even react, Giorno knocked him out of consciousness with Gold Experience.

"I'll be giving you one last chance. Spill it out.", Jotaro said as he towered over the severely beaten stand user on under his foot.

"HAHAHAH, Do you think I, Prego would reveal something?", the stand user said as he gave out a loud laugh. Jotaro is not amused and is now beginning to be irritated with the man being all mysterious. As he raised his foot to kick Prego, he heard an odd cracking sound from his mouth as his orifice strated to foam out with saliva while his body started to have seizures.

Cyanide... Prego had killed himself with a cyanide pill. Jotaro widened his eyes as he sprinted back inside and dashed to his apartment. His heart raised as he located where Giorno and the others are. He bursted to the door and saw his trashed living space with his furniture trampled all over the place. His eyes laid sight on a standing Giorno with his stand loomed over an unconscious Josuke and Trish on the floor. Though, the flesh plant seemed to wither out and released it's victims, Jotaro felt a strange presence towards Giorno.

Giorno turned around slowly to face the marine biologist. Once again he saw those familiar eyes, filled with bloodlust that reminded him of that man from Egypt. He knew that this kid would attack so he slowly went in for his pocket and get the suppressor that Dr. Zeppeli had gave him.

Giorno looked at Jotaro as the two glared down at each other. It felt like there's his heavy and menacing aura that surrounded both of them as the wind of the cold night is the only thing that could be heard from the outside.

"I won't do that if I were you.", Giorno finally spoke.

Jotaro clenched his jaw and didn't gave a reply.

With in a fraction of a moment Jotaro advanced towards Giorno in a swift motion and before he could even react Jotaro had stopped time again and pressed the syringe on Giorno's neck.

"Time resumes...", Jotaro commanded as he backed away from him.

As time flowed again Giorno felt the syringe. As the serum inside flowed inside him, but he managed to yank the syringe out of his neck. Jotaro looked at him as the expected effect of the drug supposed to be immediate. Giorno painted a sadistic smile before advancing towards Jotaro in great speeds.

The marine biologist braced himself for impact as he made Star Platinum raise it's arms protectively. But to his surprise, not a single punch came. Giorno froze there halfway through a punch as his eyes flickered from red to it's normal color as his gaze fell at a conscious but weakened Trish was clinging onto his leg.

"P-Please... Stop.", she managed to slur as she looked up on him.

Suddenly, the young blonde collapsed on the floor, while squirming like an earthworm that is sprinkled with salt. He looked like he is in agony as he struggled on the floor, grasping his head as his face painted pain. He let out a final blood curdling scream before falling unconscious.

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7:45 AM( Wednesday)

Giorno opened his eyes as the warm ray's of the early morning sun shone throught the sheer curtains of the room. He woke up with a bad headache as he hissed from the sudden brightness from outside. The early morning light shone directly on his face so he slowly shifted away from the sunlight. He doesn't remember that much from the night before but he felt like he was asleep for a very long time. He rolled to his side and felt that someone had fallen asleep on the side of his bed, a certain pinkette had seemed to fall asleep on her chair and then ended up resting her head peacefully on the bedside. He

looked at the sleeping pink haired girl and sat up slowly so that he wouldn't disturb her on her sleep but she's a shallow sleeper and the movements on the bed caused her to sleepily perk her head up as her half lidded eyes tried to adjust from the place.

"Giorno?", she slurred off.

Giorno just looked at her silently as his brain tried to comprehend any possible reaction to this scenario.

Trish blinked owlishly before wiping away the slight drool on the side of her mouth as she frantically sat straight. The two went in on silent as they stared at each other for what seemed like a moment too long.

"A-Ahem!", Josuke interrupted as he leaned on the door frame with a small smile on his face. "Goodmorning, sleepyheads. Am I ruining something here?", Josuke jokingly as he rested his hands inside his pockets.

"Nothing.", Trish and Giorno said in unison. This coincidence made everything more awkward than it seems. The two exchanged glances before looking away in different directions as Trish seemed to be suddenly interested on the floor while Giorno cleared his throat and turned to look at Josuke.

"So, how can we help you, Josuke?" he asked towards the pompadoured teen.

Their reactions left Josuke with a goofy grin and an amused expression as he lightly chuckled,"Yeah right, anyways you two better get going. I'm just here to remind you that we have a flight to Italy, remember?"

"We?", Trish suddenly blurted out as she tilted her head in confusion.

"Oh, yes. Trish, last night before you asked my permission to go back to Italy, I already have said it to Dr. Kujo and he agreed to have a private flight back home with Josuke as our escort.", Giorno explained towards Trish. Though her mind rejects the idea of having an outsider like Josuke as a backup, she thought that if they are going to be facing more deadly stand users like the ones that attacked them, then, they would need help. "I understand now. I will be going to my room to get ready.", Trish said as she awkwardly exited the room leaving the two men by themselves.

"Dude, I know that weird geezer from yesterday is so creepy but I must admit what he said about, you being lucky to have her is true."

"What do you mean?" Giorno asked as he redid his hair infront of the vanity mirror.

"Well last night, we had a stand attack and you two were the targets. Trust me, it's super nasty. Like there is this flesh cactus stand thingy that grew on your bodies, but luckily we managed to defeat the stand user. Though Dr. Kujo said that the user didn't spew any leads. But yeah after that let's just say that you went apeshit again after you blacked out and Trish took responsibility on looking over you through the night, monitoring your vitals." Josuke said as he stood up straight from his leaning position.

Giorno fell silent as Josuke narrated what happened and slowly, he loose attention to what he's saying, drowned in his own thoughts as some bits and memories from the dream last night fell into his mind. He remembered searching for her and for the others. He felt this heavy feeling in his chest as he remembered a scene from his dream where he snapped out Trish's neck and killed her. It's kind of hazy but he could remember being covered in blood as Trish and all of his friends from Passione lay lifeless on the pavement.

Josuke cleared his throat snapping Giorno out of his train of thought,"So, yeah that's what happened. I suppose I should be getting ready too. See you outside, man."

"O-oh... Okay. I'll be outside in a while."

And with that Josuke left the premises of the room leaving only Giorno.

After a few moments, Josuke, Giorno, and Trish regrouped outside of Jotaro's apartment where they met Jotaro and a what seems like a personnel from SPW.

"Mr. Jotaro, we're ready to go.", Josuke declared as he tapped Jotaro's shoulder.

Jotaro nodded as he watched the group walk away.

_

It's an awfully silent backseat ride to the foundation for Trish and Giorno. Giorno seemed to be more distant as he fell into a much more silent state than normal.

"Umm... How are you feeling today? Do you have any plans when we arrive back to Italy?", Trish started as she broke the silence between them. He didn't answered as he looked like he is in deep thought. This made her feel quite awkward so she fell into since as well. She kind of regretted how her words have came out.

"I'm sorry."

This sudden apology from Trish made him snap out of his thoughts. "Pardon?"

"I'm sorry that I haven't been that much useful.", she lowly spoke.

Giorno felt guilt as he tried to face the girl beside him. Everytime he would look at her the memory of that brutal dream would come across and he would see a bloodied Trish. He is afraid of hurting her and was afraid of getting close. He swallowed down the guilt and slowly faced Trish.

"There is no need to apologise...", he managed to reply.

This made her head hung low feeling quite responsible for the stand attack. If she hadn't been so careless and let her guard down. Her inner thoughts drown her until the car halted to a stop as they have arrived at the foundation.

_

"Ah, Guido Mista, Pannacotta Fugo and Sheila Erini. Glad to have you inside my clinic.", a man dressed in a doctor's clothing said as he gaze upon his 'patients'.

It is a brightly lit room that looked like a normal operation room inside a hospital. White colored walls surrounded the room together with various medical apparatuses laying around. But there are no windows, doors or any other means to enter or to exit the room.

The three mentioned people were strapped down on separate metal operating tables with restraints on each of their limbs. Each of them were stripped out of their clothing and were dressed in hospital gowns and straight jackets especially Fugo. His case was far more different than theirs. He is dressed like an asylum patient complete with an electric collar around his neck, a muzzle on his mouth and a blindfold over his eyes.

Mista is the first to be conscious and met the eyes of their 'practitioner'.

"Oh, I see that you are awake. Welcome to my humble clinic."

Mista kept silent are he glared daggers towards the man. The man noticed how angry Mista looked as he chuckled at him. "Well... As you can tell you are held captive, yes? And why would we keep you alive you asked? Heh, we don't want to waste good talent." , the man explained. Suddenly Mista bursted into a fit of laughter, the man joined him but it instantly flipped as the man went closer to him and then grabbed his short mop of dark brown hair tightly, forcing Mista to look at him.

Mista retained his smile on his face but his eyes were mocking like he wanted to dare the man to attack him.

The man looked irked and annoyed by Mista as he raised his eyebrows and painted an enigmatic grin which retorted by Mista with a smirk.

"What? Gonna do the God father routine on me or stare me to death? Bring it Cazzone.", Mista spat while the man tighten his grip on his hair until the man sighed and released his hair.

The man turned away as he mumbled something quite inaudibly to himself and just like that Mista saw the man permeate through the walls.

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[To be continued

[A/N: So, yeah a big thanks and shout out my wonderful friend who helped me to write through the sweet dreams arc.️️*Wattpad mobile is glitching on me and won't let me mention her user name and that sucked but if you want to visit her account, it's CriticalCrisis_09 and checkout her lovely works!*

But yeah Imma get into an indefinite hiatus since I'm on my last year for senior year of Highschool and everything is crazy with all the online classes and school works that came with it. But anyways, TYSM FOR THE PEOPLE WHO READ, VOTED, AND PUT MY WORKS INTO THEIR READING LISTS ️ Thanks for the support and I'll try my best for the next chapters.

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