Giorno scratched his chest for the first time in months after having that feeling again. Of course, Gold Experience healed the wound afterward but it still felt strange. Mista had given him the reports for the past few weeks and he plans on going on a short trip back to Naples.

But for now, he has something much bigger to do. Meet one Jotaro Kujo.

From what Giorno has gathered from his sources and Jolyne, of course, there was a little bit of stalking of the man too but other than that-

Giorno shook his head as he made his way down the street to a house that is tuck into the neighborhood. He wore a lighter version of his favorite outfit with just a gold trimming on the collar to represent his status to the others.

He takes out the slip of paper that had the address of one Mr. Jotaro Kujo's house and check his handy dandy phone too, just for double measure.

He rolled his shoulders, bouncing from one foot to the other. 'Relax boy, you can do this.'

Giorno rolled his neck for good measure. He held his hand up to the door and pulled his wrist back to knock.

His knuckles hit-

The door opened and Giorno paused staring into a chest. He looked up to meet ocean green eyes.

"Hello, Jotaro Kujo yes?"

The man looked down at him. Those eyes narrowed and next thing Giorno knew was the door slamming shut. The don was stun for a minute before shaking himself. He can do this and all else fails he can at least help in the situation. Breathing in and out, Giorno lifted his hand and made three strikes to the door.

The man opened the door once again and looked on down to Giorno. Now Giorno isn't short at an even six foot or 182 centimeters. This man though is easily a five inches taller than him. Never one to back down from a challenge easily, Giorno straighten himself.

Jotaro narrowed his eyes at the blond twenty-seven-year-old.

It took less than a blink of an eye for Giorno to realize he was on the ground with a bloody nose.

Groaning in pain, Giorno holds his nose as he watches Jotaro walkout his doorway and his stand floating inattention. Aura was blazing in brilliant gold. Guess Jolyne didn't know stands were in her family.

—-

Jolyne felt a sense of deja vu….. Did Giorno know about stands or was he just a normal Italian blond?

She tilted her head and lean more against the couch before shrugging her shoulders.

It's not like her father knew who he was.

—

"I know who you are." Jotaro looks down at Giorno who was slowly getting up.

Giorno wipes his nose of the blood on the back of his hand. "Who do you think I am? "

Jotaro holds his hat at the rim and then runs his hand to the end. "I want to say a punk but a damn copy cat."

Giorno grins at this and stands to his full height.

"Actually-."

His stand yells a battle cry before Giorno could finish.

"-I'm Jolyne's boyfriend." The fist of the stand stop a centimeter from impact and the aftermath explosion of force made his hair whip but he stood tall unblinking.

Jotaro looked him dead in the eye ...

"What?"

-000-

Giorno was currently holding a towel to his nose to stop the bleeding as Jotaro poured a cup of tea for Giorno and a cup of coffee for himself. With the cups settled on a table separating two couches from each other, it was time to talk. The rather large man sat on the couch and looked at the blond with those sea-green eyes that seem to burn holes that Giorno could just smell the smoke.

"Explain."

Giorno tilted his head to the left and gave a sile smile.

"What would you like for me to explain?" At that remark, Jotaro's stand came out and mimic his user intimidating presence. It was the tiniest of glances to the stand that Giorno gave away his secret.

Jotaro leans forward and grabs his coffee. "Like how you can see my stand." Giorno's smile falls as takes a small sip of his own drink before summoning his stand. Gold experience leaned over the couch looking to the opposing stand, who tilted his head forward in interest.

"Simple, I have my own stand."

Jotaro looked at him than his stand and back to him. He got up from his spot and went to the draw of a desk and pulled out a folder. The stands stood their ground. Coming back to the couch.

"Guess Koichi was right about you." He set the folder down and sild it towards Giorno and was meet with himself.

Going through his own profile, he got the sense that Jotaro knew his sources.

Then like a switch Jotaro changed in aura and subject.

"How is Jolyne?" There seem to be invisible sweat coming from Jotaro now...like he wasn't used to asking about his daughter.

Giorno looked from the folder and set it back on the table.

"She's good."Jotaro narrowed his eyes, Giorno continued. "I can see that she gets a lot from you. The first time I met her, she nearly killed a man with just one punch."

Flashback

Giorno watches the American girl drink from the other side of the bar. Something seemed off about her. Not in a bad way or even the slightest bit of disturbing but something...familiar. She took another shot and then slapped more than double what it cost to pay for more shots. Clearly, she only knew money meant more would keep coming.

It was only when she was suddenly grabbed from behind and her reaction was to throw a punch at the pervert did Giorno see himself out with her in tow.

Later he paid the bar the damages of the punch. Which turned out to be a broken window and table.

end

Jotaro nodded and then spoke.

"I'm sure she wouldn't want me near for now."

"Now who wouldn't want their dad nearby," Giorno replied but on the inside, he was cursing at the thought as he got a quick flashback of the days of hurt. Never again would he let that happened.

Jotaro sighed and reach again for his coffee, slipping again.

"I've been a shit father."

Giorno gave a reassuring grin."She actually speaks highly of you." Jotaro raised an eyebrow before Giorno continued."She would like you to be there."

Jotaro nodded but then his aura returned and those eyes glanced at the folder.

"I knew your father."

Giorno, thinking he was just talking about his step-father, just shrugged, "He wasn't all that great." Jotaro shook his head and pulled something from his pocket.

"No your Real Father." There he was, the blond man with a star on his back.

Giorno looked to the picture, those eyes looking back at him."Huh, you knew him...past tense."

"I had a mission back then and he was in the way of the end goal. For my mother."

Giorno nodded, saving someone at any means necessary. He can relate.

Jotaro stood up, walking to the door. Giorno followed soon after. Jotaro opened the door and Giorno let himself out. Walking out Giorno paused and looked back at Jotaro.

"I forgive you for the punch. If I looked like my worse enemy I would want to punch him too." Jotaro nodded and Giorno nodded too. Turning back he continued his walk.

"Giorno one last thing."

The don looked at Jotaro at the doorway and he could see his golden aura and stand standing proud.

"Don't abandon Jolyne."

Giorno smirked and repiled.

"Never."