Darkness.

That was the only thing Giorno Giovanna could see as he opened his eyes. There was no light whatsoever. It was as if someone had turned the lights off on the very earth itself. He didn't know how long he was here. His eyes stung from the ensuing pitch-black void that surrounded him. It was like he opened his eyes in the ocean during a day at the beach except, the stinging sensation he felt was somehow worse. He wanted to yell, scream, or do anything to see where he was, and yet, he couldn't move whatsoever. His senses felt incredibly muted as if he were severely drunk.

He felt tiny. Small. His once muscular body was reduced to a mere twig that was crumpled into something extremely soft and hot. He tried to move his hands and then his legs, and yet, nothing could move. It felt like he was just paralyzed in every sense of the world. With each passing second, it felt like the creeping darkness ensure his mind and tried to lull him back into a deep sleep. However, the Leader of Passione forced himself to stay awake. His senses felt extremely muted as if his entire body was in a vat of quicksand and mud without the chance of escape. He didn't know how he was able to breathe currently. He felt the warm sensation around his body and hug him as if it were glue.

Slowly, he felt his legs kick slightly. He would have smiled if he were able to. Luckily, he was still able to feel his body, just extremely weakly. He tried to kick again, but this time, it was weaker. It was extremely muted, but Giorno listened hard enough to the sounds that he could faintly hear from his makeshift "prison". It was mute, almost gone entirely, but he could somehow, hear someone... laughing. He couldn't make heads or tails to who the laughter belonged. Closing his eyes, he took a small breath before allowing himself to see if it was still there.

After a few minutes, his eyes completely shot open. Although he couldn't physically smile, he still felt the aura of Gold Experience Requiem within him. Desperately, he tried to release his stand. He wanted to be free from the makeshift prison he was currently residing in. However, his eyes widened when he realized something. He couldn't bring it out. It was there. He could easily feel the power from Gold Experience Requiem radiate in his body, and yet, it was weak. Weaker than he currently remembered. He tried to push on the warm soft "pillow" he could feel his body against to see if anything worked. However, he felt nothing change. No indication of life being brought forth once so ever. It was like something was blocking him from using his stand entirely.

Deciding to stop, Giorno pushed his mind to remember what happened earlier. Anything that would give him a clue to where he was and what happened to him.

'Flight 490 is now boarding, en route to Miami, Florida.'

Giorno Giovanna sighed as he felt the smooth yet barely discernable bumps that occurred every so often as his limo drove onto the TARMAC in Fiumicino Airport in Italy. He felt the hot sun beat against his custom-made Armani suit as he continued to stare out the window as his mind began to wander with no clear train of thought.

It had been ten years after the defeat of Diavolo and the original Passione Gang. Back then, the sixteen-year-old Giovanna felt his muscles slowly begin to relax as the dead body of Diavolo falls into the murky water and out of sight. It was a long and brutal process to get where he was that day, and he lost many of his friends in the process, only leaving him with Mista. Over the time when he first met Bruno and eventually Narancia, Abbachio, Fugo, and Mista, none of them saw Giorno as their ally to some degree. Abbachio was highly suspicious of him when they first met, while the others didn't talk to him or interact with him as a joke. Only Mista and Bruno were the ones who genuinely wanted to be his friend.

Giorno did not care, however. His ultimate dream was to become a Gang Star and change Passione for the better. However, as time went on, he genuinely began to see the rest of Team Bucciarati as his friends and as his brothers in all but blood. They were his family. It was a feeling he had thought that died within him long ago. Growing up, Giorno never really had a family to begin with. His mother was someone who he had no love for whatsoever. Did he hate her? To an extent. His mother never showed him the love and respect the young Giovanna wanted to feel throughout his life before meeting the man known only as "Man X".

There were nights that Giorno was by himself at the age of four. No one was around to help him whenever the need arose and when they did, it was usually out of spite. He could remember the nights he went to bed hungry and dehydrated since his mother was out partying. He could still remember the nights when he was forced to listen to his mother have relations with countless men she would bring through her door.

Giorno hated her to an extent. But at the same time, he had to thank her. After all, if she never met the man that would become his stepfather (and was someone who he had no feelings for later on.), he never would've met the man known as "Man X". "Man X" was the first person to show Giorno any sort of respect after he had saved his life. He had seen so many people, including his mother and stepfather, change their ways within a single day. The bullies who prided themselves on beating and stealing from him quickly became his "friends" and even returned what they had stolen from him. His father would no longer beat him and instead, would leave him alone.

Giorno idolized the man. He was someone that demanded respect wherever he went. He did what he wanted when he wanted, and who he wanted. He knew that the man was a part of the Mafia, and yet he didn't care. He was his hero.

Later on, he finally met Bruno, Abbachio, Fugo, Mista, Trish, and Narancia. His allies became his true, genuine family.

Now, all that was remaining of his family in all but blood was Mista and Trish. Sure, Fugo was still out there. However, the Gang Star wanted to respect Fugo's life and left him to do whatever he chooses in life. He didn't know what happened to him after he left the gang, and a part of him wanted to see whether or not the ex-mafia member was still alive. And yet, he couldn't bring himself to send any of his men, Trish and Mista, to find him. He wanted out, and he respected his wish.

"Still can't believe we are going to Miami! This is so totally going to be sweet!" Guido Mista smiled happily and brought Giorno out of his thoughts. In front of him in the limo, were Trish and Mista. Wearing an extravagant Yves Saint Lauren dress that reached down to her ankles. Her chin rested on her right hand and her arm was resting on the door. Her green eyes looked to the passing air hangars as the Limo turned another corner. Her legs were crossed in a professional and lady-like manner and showed her white Versace high heels. Her nails were also painted a bright white color and were slightly longer than usual but still were in the realm of professional and cute. Over the years, Trish had grown up into a respectable woman and her body curved out more. Her once swirly pink short hair grew out longer and reached midway to her back. Her skin had shown no signs of blemish or scars and her chin was more defined.

Her once modest breasts grew out a lot more and became perkier. He still could remember the day she was shocked that she had skyrocketed to an E-Cup in bra size. Giorno would admit, that Trish became a very beautiful woman as time passed. But he never saw her romantically. His relationship with her became more of a brother-and-sister type as the years passed.

However, just like her physical appearance, she had also changed internally. After it was finished, the reality of what they had been through finally resonated within her. Her father, although someone she never knew in her life, was dead. However, to Trish, that didn't sting more than the death of Bruno. She would admit, that she didn't have the greatest of starts with Bruno and the rest of his team. However, the once thought-to-be-dead feelings of fatherly yearning slowly yet surely began to see themselves towards Bruno. After his death, Giorno noticed a change within her.

It was subtle at first, but then it grew more as the years grew by. She wouldn't eat at first, only taking small bits of food to give her more energy. She had become colder. Distant. Both with himself and Mista. He knew they were both grieving from the loss of the rest of the team. He could understand and he couldn't think of a day where Bruno, Narancia, Fugo, or Abbachio, went through his mind. Mista became relatively the same after the loss of their friends, but just like Trish, there was still a small part of them that never was the same.

"Seriously! I can already see the smokin' hot American girls on the beach!" Mista laughed. On his lap, was his trusty Snubnosed .38 revolver with his stand, Sex Pistols, currently eating a small mound of chips while he was busy cleaning the weapon. Although his usual outfit consisted of a turtleneck crop top cashmere sweater with a design similar to his hat, zebra-striped leather pants that he uses to store his gun, a thick belt, and boots, he opted out to wear a floral bleach collar shirt with black jeans. However, his boots and hat that was in different color.

"YEAH! GIRLS!" His Stand, Number 5, cheered before it dove back into the bag of chips. Turning away from the window, Trish raised her eyebrow at Mista before turning to him completely.

"I don't think the girls would love someone with your type of fashion sense." Trish deadpanned. Although sounding annoyed, Giorno could tell the woman had no real venom in her words. If anything, it was the same type of tone she would use whenever they began their childish bickering. "Need I remind you, We are currently going to Miami for business. Not for that sleazy woman who would say yes to anything for a quick dollar."

"Hey! I stay away from those types of women! I go to complete class now thank you very much!" Mista growled. Trish rolled her eyes as a grin crept onto Giorno's face.

"Are you forgetting Bangkok?" Trish chuckled. The color in Mista's face instantly drained of color as the words escaped her lips. The ruffling from the chip bag stopped as Sex Pistols walked out from the inside.

"HOW WAS I SUPPOSED TO KNOW HE WAS IN THE ELEVATOR?!" Mista screamed. His hands cupped his face as he slightly jumped from his seat.

"Or the other time in Las Vegas." The pinkette continued. Giorno continued to grin as Mista was now pale as a ghost.

"THAT WASN'T MY FAULT THE FREAKING TIGER GOT IN THAT BATHROOM! BESIDES, I TOLD THEM NOT TO GO STEAL THE DAMN CAT AT 4:00 AM! THAT'S A FREAKING DEATH SENTENCE!"

"You took a picture with it as you stole it from Mike Tyson's house."

Mista comically slumped in his seat. A cloud of depression formed over his head as he muttered "I hate you" over and over again like a broken record. However, the cloud disappeared before a look and a realization dawned on his face. A look that soon turned into evil glee as he turned back to Trish with an evil grin on his face. "You are one to talk Trish..." Mista growled with an evil grin on his face. Trish didn't pay any mind however as he was busy reading a magazine. "I seem to recall a certain someone having a restraining order against them filed by one Justin Timberlake." He grinned. The once indifferent look on Trish's face was soon replaced with horror as she slammed the magazine shut.

"I TOLD YOU WE DON'T SPEAK ABOUT THAT NIGHT!" Trish screamed with a blush on her face. The marksman of Passione didn't let his grin die as he looked at Trish who had pure desperation and horror on her face. Giorno could stop their argument right now. However, he had gotten used to their childish bantering over the years. Although Mista was now 28 and Trish was now 25, he could swear that their 18 and 15-year-old counterparts never died and in fact, were still there.

"You sure?" Mista mocked with an overreacted expression on his face. His eyes looked up to the roof of the car as if something interesting were there as he tapped his chin. "I seem to recall a starstruck sixteen-year-old screaming her head off as NSYNC came onto the stage during their tour in Arizona. What was that she said again?" Mista tapped his chin as the color was all drained from Trish's face and only left her darkening blush. "Oh yes.." He soon clasped his hands together. Giorno could swear that Mista's eyes turned into something akin to stars as he comically stood up and put on a feminine voice. "OH JUSTIN! I LOVE YOU! I WANT YOU TO BE-"

"SHUT UP! SHUT UP! SHUT UP!" Trish slammed her hands on Mista's mouth to silence him. Her face was bright red as Mista began to laugh at her expense. Giorno hid his smile with a cough. It was true that they traveled throughout the world during the past ten years, setting up various deals with governments and other rival families who wanted to make a better name for themselves. Already, they had established good relations with the Japanese Yakuza and the American Mafia and completely abolished their drug trade. The media circus had a field day with their movements. After all, Diavolo had painted a giant red target on Passione's back and inadvertently left it for Giorno and his crew to clean up.

Within the span of a few years, Giorno was able to completely switch the name of Passione. No longer were they the drug lords that fed horrible toxins to children. Now, there were detox centers, orphanages for all ages, and jobs created throughout Italy. At first, Trish wanted to leave the life of organized crime after the death of her father. However, something inside of her couldn't let it go. She wanted to sing. She wanted to travel. She wanted to remove herself from her father's horrible legacy. And yet, the damage Diavolo did to Italy was something she just couldn't let go of.

Even if it meant making a difference throughout the world just by helping one kid her father had destroyed, that would be fine with her. Now, she, alongside Mista, was Giorno's, right-hand man.

Suddenly, He felt the Limo slow down to a crawling halt as they stopped in front of Hangar number five. In front of the building, he could see several of his men patrolling the area with firearms of all shapes and sizes. Although he had forbidden selling drugs, Giorno was still a criminal. He was responsible for many weapons deals throughout the world and had an entire network in the underworld for firearm sales. Anything ranging from a simple 9mm pistol to an RPG, Giorno was able to get his hands on it.

"Alright, both of you too, quit it. We are here." Giorno sighed as he opened the door and walked out. Already, he could hear the loud engine of the plane roaring to life and the blades spinning rapidly in front of them. Behind them, Mista and Trish stepped out of the limo and looked over the private jet in front of them. It was white with gold accents that ran down to the cockpit. Inside, the seats were made out of pure Italian leather and small mahogany desks were situated in front of them.

"Never get tired of looking at this thing. Miami babes, hold on! MISTA IS COMING!" Mista slid his revolver into his pocket and ran towards the entrance to the plane.

"I told him we are going for a- never mind." Trish sighed as she began to walk to the plane with Giorno beside her. Stepping onto the plane, he had already seen Mista sitting in one of the chairs with a glass of champagne in hand. His feet were kicked up like he owned the place as he sighed in contentment. Trish sat down on another seat and ordered a glass of wine from the waiter.

Sighing, Giorno sat down in front of Mista and ordered a small cup of coffee. He could hear the plane slowly close its door before the telltale signs of movement began to be felt. He looked out the window and watched as the airport was slowly beginning to go past them. He had just hoped that Polnareff was able to keep everything in tact as he was leaving for Miami.

He had promised that he would find a way to get the french stand user out of the turtle. He had searched every inch of Diavolo's office for stand users that he may have known with the potential to swap souls with another body. If he could just figure out a way to replicate the effects of Silver Chariot Requiem, he could easily find a body to get his soul into. However, over the years, nothing had come up. That was until, several days ago when Mista barged through his office with a letter in his hand. It was a letter meant for him sent by a man known as Enrico Pucci.

His eyes widened when he read the letter to him. The man was a priest in a Prison in Miami and knew his father, a man named Dio Brando. The letter went on to explain how Pucci was a good friend of his father and wanted to meet the man in person to discuss something. However, what made his eyes widen was when he mentioned an "arrow" shard that was in his prison. Giorno couldn't care less about his father. He had spent years without knowing a single fact about him and never had seen the reason to find out.

However, if what the man was saying was indeed true, then perhaps he knew of a stand or at the very least, had the arrow that could potentially save Polnareff's life.

Taking one last sigh, Giorno closed his eyes and sipped his coffee the plane took off and eventually left Italy.

"ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ" Mista snored loudly in his seat as his phone was connected to a pair of headphones. His head was cocked against the plane wall and drool slightly escaped his lips. Still wearing his floral hat and shirt, he had changed into a pair of basketball shorts and kicked his shoes off to the side.

Already, twelve hours had passed through the flight and night was soon upon them. They had already stopped to refuel in Barcelona and now they were continuing to fly to Miami. The night was clear. There was not a single cloud in the sky as the plane silently drifted through the air.

Giorno, now dressed in a pair of silk pair of purple pajamas with the middle cut out to resemble a heart, Passione leader sighed as he looked out of the window. The stars were absolutely beautiful. He would sometimes forget how the night would look when he was stuck in his office or a meeting. Now, he was currently in his mind as he stared out the window with no clear sightline before looking at the moon. A smile soon played on his lips as he heard a voice play in his mind. A voice that brought both happy and sad memories to his heart.

"OI! FUGO! I THINK I FINALLY FIGURED IT OUT!"

"You did!? That's great Narancia! Let me see!" Fugo smiled as he ripped the paper from Narancia's hand. Seconds would soon pass before a frown went on Fugo's lips. His smile long gone, The stand user growled. "YOU COMPLETE FUCKING DUMBASS! THIS IS WRONG! WRONG! FUCKING WRONG! HOW THE FUCK DID YOU THINK THAT THE MOON HAS ITS SOURCE OF LIGHT!?" Fugo screamed before grabbing Narancia's head and slamming it into a table.

Narancia however, growled as he swung up and clicked open his butterfly knife. "HIT ME AGAIN YOU BASTARD!"

Beside them, Abbachio sighed as he sipped on a cup of steaming hot cup of Green Tea while Bruno drank his wine to hide the smile on his lips.

"They are at it again, eh?" Trish sighed as he closed her magazine shut. Narancia and Fugo began to childishly scream at one another while the rest of the group, including Giorno, smiled at their antics.

'Guys... I miss you.' Giorno smiled as he looked at the endless stars that illuminated the night. However, his smile soon turned into one of confusion as he noticed something. Rubbing his eyes, he looked at the moon once again just to see if he really and truly did see it move rather than him being sleep-deprived. It was like someone slowly dragged the moon with a long rope connected to its base.

Shaking his head, he looked at the cup of coffee in his hand before chuckling. "I need to lay off the caffeine." He chuckled. He had seen and heard of the crazy abilities of Stands, but if someone was to attack him now, they would've attacked any of them by now.

"I'll say. That is your third cup." Trish chuckled softly as she sat in the chair in front of him. Now out of her dress and into a slim pair of black silk pajamas, she held a cup of water in her hand and her hair was now in a bun. "Any more and I'll have to add a note to your doctor." She laughed.

"Just can't sleep." Giorno chuckled humorlessly as he looked back at the window. His confusion slowly began to grow more evident as he noticed the moon was again beginning to slowly move. It was slow. Slow to the point one wouldn't notice it unless they were actively looking at it. However, he noticed it more and more. Rather than having the moon "move" due to the plane. The moon was beginning to move.

"Thinking about them, right?" Trish asked with a sad smile on her face. The silence that greeted her ears was all that she needed to know for an answer as a sigh escaped her lips. She twirled the water in her cup and stared at her reflection. "I know you, Giorno. You get that far-away look in your way whenever you think about Bruno and the rest. It's the one thing you can't hide." The smile soon disappeared on her face. A single tear rolled down on her face before she quickly wiped it away with her hand. "He would be proud of you, you know. You had changed Passione for the better."

"I know." His face didn't show it but she could hear the pain in the blonde's voice. "I just wish they were here to see it." Giorno sighed. It was his dream to change Passione to a better form and become like the man that inspired him to do so all those years ago. However, his dream evolved. After he made that pact with Bruno and the rest of the gang, he wanted all of them to see it through to the very end.

"I know you do..." Trish whimpered as another tear fell from her eyes. "There isn't a day that goes by that I don't miss Fugo and Narancia's constant arguing or Abbachio drinking his 40th cup of tea or Bruno chastizing me about what I wear." She smiled as he looked out the window.

"In a weird way... He was the family I desperately wanted..." She smiled. "You all were. As much as I argue with Mista, I wouldn't change that big dope for anything in the world." She wiped her tears away with a smile as she looked at Mista's sleeping form. His bare left foot was sticking out into the aisle while his right foot was on the other chair. His chin was covered in drool as he mumbled incoherent words in his sleep.

"I feel the same way, Trish." Giorno smiled softly. "I love you guys... Thank you for being by my side throughout the years." The blonde smiled before he looked back out the window. However, his eyes soon widened when he noticed something.

The once slowly moving moon was getting faster by the second. It was like the startup of one of those swinging boat rides Narancia wanted to ride whenever he talked about going to an amusement park. With each passing second, the moon began to get faster and faster. The once bright stars began to follow its movement before it too began to pick up speed faster and faster.

"Giorno? what are you looking..." Trish felt her words die in her throat as she looked out the window. She too began to witness the moon and the countless amounts of stars begin to accelerate at a pace that was beginning to get friegtenly faster by the second. Slowly, Trish looked out the other side of the plane and noticed it was the same there. The stars were beginning to accelerate at such high speeds that they slowly became a blur.

Not liking the feeling that was beginning to creep up in her heart. She ran to her purse and ripped her phone out of the bag. Clicking it on, her eyes soon widened as she looked at the clock. At first, it simply read 3:27 AM. However, the time began to quickly accelerate to the point the phone looked like it was glitched. Running to Mista's bag, she fished around the endless supply of weapons before she ripped out his phone. "Hey.. what gives.." Mista rubbed his eyes as Trish accidentally woke him up. "Why are you on my phone?"

"What the hell?" Her panic-like state began to increase as she noticed The Marksman's phone began to do the same thing as her own.

"Hey!" Mista shouted as he noticed the panic on her face. Giorno on the other hand kept looking out the window. His body was completely still as he looked out at the swirling array of colors. "What's going on..." Mista felt his words die in his throat as he noticed the time accelerate rapidly on his phone and Trish's own. "What the hell?" He muttered. He felt the feeling of fatigue quickly wash away as he slowly turned around and looked out the window. Everything outside, to the stars, and the moon, was moving faster and faster than before. The clouds that were slowly moving with the plane were nonexistent as they began to drastically pick up speed.

Suddenly, as if someone turned on a light, the sun seemingly appeared out of nowhere. The moon and the stars were now gone and replaced with a bright light. The clock on the two phones was increasing in speed to the point it looked nothing more than a giant white block. Looking to the ocean, Giorno felt his eyes shoot up like bullets as he noticed the water seemingly speeding it and pushing with the plane.

"Uh, Giorno? Got any idea what the hell is going on?" Mista felt his panic rise as he quickly readied himself with his revolver. Sex Pistols soon appeared. However, the chipper stand was completely quiet as they too looked out the window. Giorno stayed silent however as he continued to stare in shock. The water soon resembled a thick blue carpet due to the speed before suddenly, it was nighttime again.

"It's a stand!" Giorno had finally ripped himself out of his stupor and summoned Gold Experience Requiem. Behind him, Trish summoned Spice Girl as she looked around the plane.

"That's impossible! We made sure no one with Stand Abilities knew about our departure in Naples!" Trish screamed. Mista stood up from his seat and pointed his gun down the aisle of the plane. Just as quickly as nighttime appeared, it was suddenly day again. It was like something out of a horror movie. Daylight would be quickly replaced with darkness then back to sunlight once again and it had only seemed to get even faster than before.

"I DON'T KNOW PRINCESS! BUT I DON'T LIKE THIS!" Mista shouted. Soon after, it was impossible to say what day it was due to the very fabric of reality seemingly beginning to fold in on itself. With each switch, stars would disappear. Within space, planets and galaxies were beginning to simply cease to exist. Thunderstorms began to rain down into the air. Giorno could only stare in distraught as he watched everything simply begin to accelerate.

With each passing second, he could notice the water beneath the plane shrink and shrink until suddenly, it was gone. The moon began to get bigger and bigger and the Sun's heat felt like it was being eaten away. Incalculable lights that were akin to energy streams were in the sky and only had gotten faster. If he were being honest, it was like the universe itself was beginning to collapse.

"GIORNO! WHAT DO WE DO HERE BUDDY!?" Mista screamed as the plane suddenly began to shrink on itself before suddenly, everything had just disappeared. They found themselves floating in the vast emptiness of space. Everything. Was simply gone. Planets like Mercury, Venus, Pluto, and Mars, of them, were simply gone. The once-constant switching of day and night began to become one before darkness began to enrapture their minds and bodies. Before it could even swallow the three, Giorno had screamed.

"GOLD EXPERIENCE REQUIEM!"

He felt time suddenly stop. The last thing he was able to see was the vast emptiness of space, along with Trish and Mista reaching out to them before everything went black.

He didn't know what had happened after. The last thing he was able to see was the vast emptiness of space and his two friends reaching for him before everything simply went black.

Again, he tried to move. To do something. Anything. Anything that would even give the slightest impression of where he was. However, all he felt was the soft, gooey hot feeling around his body and another incoherent noise that sounded akin to laughter. He had thought that soon after, he could hear loud thumps that would soon disappear within the rest of the inky black darkness.

Giorno tried to push once more until he stopped. It was gradual at first, but he felt the feeling of fatigue hit him once again. He had finally stopped trying to escape. To him, it was going nowhere and it wasted what little energy he had left. He would bide his time and wait. Hopefully, someone would rescue him from where ever he was being held.

He didn't know how long he had slept. It had felt like he was still in the "prison" that he found himself in with still no chance of escape. However, he felt the muscle and the feeling in his body gradually return as he tried to kick again. It was a tad bit harder this time. And yet, it still had no effect. He could still feel the darkness and hot goo around his body.

He tried to call out for Gold Experience and yet, it still never came. He tried to think of what was going on. What happened after the events of the plane? Did he, along with Mista, and Trish, survive whatever that Stand did to them? He had never expected a Stand that was seemingly able to accelerate the universe at such a high speed. Then again, he had seen Polnareff have his Stand swap souls with someone.

His mind came to a halt as he just thought about the french man in the turtle. Was he okay? Did he survive that Stand's freaky ability? Polnareff couldn't fight anymore due to being in the turtle. That would make him a sitting duck for any type of attack. Once again, he tried to kick against the wall of the "prison" he was in. This time, however, he used his other leg and shot it out as best as he could. However, his eyes widened when he felt something against his foot. It was small, and it was covered in the same goo as him, but he could swear... it felt like skin.

'Was someone else stuck in here with me?' He wondered out loud as he kicked again. He didn't feel it before, most likely due to the fact his body and his senses were incredibly muted earlier, but now, he could somewhat feel someone pressed tightly against his own back. Suddenly, he felt something extremely large press down on him. It wasn't hard, nor was it filled with any malice or intent to harm. He strained his ears to listen once again, this time being a lot more clear and more distinct but still having the effect of hearing someone speak while underwater. The voice, although muffled, was deep yet friendly. However, one thing struck the Passione leader instantly. A single name.

Venelana.

Was that the person responsible for putting him here? If so, what was her Stand ability that was able to even trump the power of Gold Experience Requiem? If so, what had she done to Trish and Mista? Before he could think more, he felt the same feeling of fatigue wash over his body. He tried to desperately fight it. To call out his Stand and free himself from wherever he was being held. And yet, all he was able to accomplish was a deep sleep once again.

He didn't know how long he was here.

Days? Months? Years? Giorno had lost track of time long ago. He had given up on trying to escape from his prison long ago. Although he felt his body get more feeling back into it, it still wasn't enough to even escape, let alone call Gold Experience Requiem. If this person, this Venelana, wanted to harm him, they would've done so a long time ago. Instead, he opted to wait until the time arose so he could escape.

The first thing he was doing was finding out what happened to Trish and Mista. Afterward, he needed to see what happened to Passione after the seemingly long time he was gone. He didn't know how he didn't starve to death. He hasn't eaten or drunk anything in days. And yet, he was still somehow full. He felt the person beside him move slightly. They didn't make a single sound as they were pressed tightly to his body.

Suddenly, his ears began to pick up on something. It was faint at first. But as the seconds grew by, he could hear them almost perfectly. It sound like something was beeping rapidly. He felt a small thud on the side of his left shoulder like he was lying down. He could hear an endless amount of people talking over each other as the beeping grew higher. Listening, Giorno could hear a male's voice yell one single word.

"PUSH!"

It was gradual. But he felt the person beside him slowly slide out before releasing a loud suction-like noise as they seemingly disappeared from his side. Moving his arms, he felt his body shake as he heard someone scream. It was high and like a banshee. With his hearing no longer muted, he could hear a woman screaming in agony mixed in with the other screaming as a man told her to push again. Suddenly, he felt his eyes sting from the instant bright white illuminating his eyes. He wanted to cover the appendages and yet he couldn't. He felt two large appendages grab onto him held gently and slowly pull him out into the open. The woman screamed one more time before he felt his body free from the darkness.

The first thing he wanted to do was punch whoever was holding him. However, he couldn't. His arms felt heavily fatigued and his legs spasmed at odd intervals. He tried to summon his Stand again but he couldn't. He wanted to yell. He wanted to do anything if it meant getting away from here and finding his friends. Instead...

He cried.

It wasn't the sound of a grown man like himself cry. It was more like... a baby.

He wanted to stop crying. He wanted to stop crying and find his friends. And yet, he couldn't help it. He simply cried. His vision was blurry and was only able to see giant blobs and shapes of color and people.

"Hello, little guy!" A British accent spoke as he felt covered in something extremely soft and warm. He felt himself being held in someone's arms before he was gently rested on top of something extremely soft and warm. He moved his neck to the best of his ability. He forced himself to stop crying and it eventually slowed down to several whimpers. "Congratulations, Lady Venelana! Your beautiful baby girl and the baby boy have been successfully delivered into the world."

Hearing those words made Giorno's brain stop. They kept replaying in his head as his vision began to clear. Looking down at him, Was a woman with long brown hair and violet eyes that were filled with tears. Beside her and standing to the side of the bed, was a tall man with blood-red hair that stretched to his back and a red beard. He wore a slick black dress suit and a diamond necklace.

"Oh, they are beautiful." The woman, Venelana, smiled at her him before looking back to another bundle wrapped in her other arm. "Aren't they Zeoticus?" She looked at the man with admiration and love in her eyes. The man, Zeoticus, smiled as he knelt and patted Giorno on the head with a smile.

"Yes, they are. They are both such beautiful children." He smiled before kissing Venelana on the head. "What shall we name them?" He asked. Ventana hummed in thought as she brought her son up more to her chest and rested him on top of her giant left breast. By doing this, Giorno was able to see the other person wrapped in the white towel. It was another baby. Its small tuft of red hair danced in softly in the wind as it was fast asleep. Looking down, Venelana smiled at the other baby. "Rias." She whispered before looking at Giorno. She stayed silent for several moments before leaning down and kissing Giorno on the forehead. "Giorno." She whispered.

"Rias and Giorno Gremory." Zeoticus tested the name out before smiling with a nod. "I like it, Unique but in a good way." He smiled before leaning down and looking at his children. "Welcome to the world, Rias and Giorno Gremory. I am your papa. And this..." He looked back to Venelana with a smile "... Is your Mama.." His smile widened before he looked back at Giorno and Rias. "I know you both will do great things in this world."

As Zeoticus and Venelana smiled down at Giorno and Rias who slowly fluttered her eyes open, revealing a set of bright blue orbs that stared at him. There was only one thought that came to his mind.

'Well, Shit.'

Had this on my mind for a while. You don't need to take it seriously. Just something I wanted to test. If I do continue this, The Canon won't happen for a while. Giorno would be on the hunt to find Mista and Trish and anyone else that somehow made it to DxD Universe from the Jojo Universe. Who else would be here? IT'S A SECRET IF I CONTINUE.

Btw, It was so damn hard to find a way to get Made In Heaven to show its effects properly and how GER could stop it. I know it's activated automatically. But still, It was a giant pain in the neck so I apologize. Promise Stands are gonna act more like how they were shown.

And yes, Giorno still has GER, he just can't use it right now due to him being a baby.

If this does continue, Giorno most likely won't get a harem. To me, he doesn't seem like the guy who would want one. That would be more of Mista's thing. For pairings for the guys, it won't mess up Issei's harem. Meaning that Akeno (Maybe), Irina, Koneko, Asia, Xenovia, and Rossweisse would still happen to get to him most likely (Although I might change my mind since again, Canon won't happen for a while.) but other girls like Sona, Ravel, Tsubaki, Kuroka, Jeanne, Seekveria, and MAYBE (AND THAT'S A HUGE MAYBE) Raynare.

Now, who do you think will show up next after Mista and Trish? Bruno? Narancia? Fugo? Abbachio? Risotto?! stay tuned!