This is a collaboration between me and Eskarina.


If what Pucci had told him was true, he was going to need human lives. In another time, that could have been a bigger moral problem than it was now. His hands were stained with so much blood that thinking about the life of a friend caused ethics to be thrown out the window. He had killed and led many more to be killed since he had arrived at the position of Don. Some members of Passione wanted to continue the old regime as before, not to mention that the organization had more people comparable to Cioccolate in its ranks.

He liked to think that, in honor of Bucciarati, they also kept the peace of things that the police did not fix. And there were many occasions when he gave the discontent members a very definitive solution. He was sure that Bruno would have liked his choice of victim for the ritual. It was almost as if a bit of balance in the world was restored, bringing in Bruno Bucciarati by sacrificing a child-raping scum.

The three had been buried in neighboring graves, although in the case of Bruno and Abbacchio, they were in the same, as that is what they would have wanted. Abbacchio's family, the one who had left him in life, had beseeched Giorno to give him dignity in death by allowing them to cover up his sexual orientation. Only his grandmother, Dolores Abbacchio, approved of the double burial decision. Since, as Mista told him, she was the only one who had continued to have contact with her grandson and went to the funeral, the rest of the family could burn in hell.

He supposed that with a body as big as the pedophile's, there would be enough for the three of them. Narancia had never eaten too much anyway. Having bribed the cemetery keepers, in principle, he would not have problems. He did not want anyone around while he tried to do what he needed.

He carefully removed the newly placed flowers in the precious vases that decorated the tombstones. The flowers were fresh and smelled fragrant, so he kept one of the bouquets, as he knew he was going to need it. He had already had to experience the smell of a decomposing body when they brought Abbacchio's corpse, and it was not pleasant. He did not want to know what the corpse would be like after years, despite having buried them surrounded by flowers.

His Stand smashed the marble, and he pulled Narancia's coffin out of the niche with some effort. The hinges and latches became fragile flowers. He took his handkerchief and held his nose before opening the coffin.

He didn't want to look, but he had to in order to fix his body. That was the first thing; he could bring him back, but he would be kind of like a vampire if he did not leave his body whole and intact. He had seen disfigurements and corpses, but not in a friend. He tried to think of him as little as possible as his body healed and everything returned to a habitable body. The last time that body breathed, Giorno was inhabiting it. He always felt guilty for his death. When he finished, it seemed as if Narancia was simply sleeping, as if five years had not passed. He carefully removed the body from the coffin and laid it on one of the blankets he had brought.

The other coffin weighed considerably more and he had to exert his new strength to remove it. It was double-occupied and both occupants were larger than Narancia. It was weird, not only seeing them as corpses, but when fixing their bodies, they felt strange. They had always been older than him, yet now, he was taller and the same age as Bruno was. It almost seemed as if they were only resting, sharing a dream, as they used to do in the turtle. The passing thought that Polnareff was going to scold him came back to him, but Giorno would only tell him if the revival was successful. Maybe later he could take it upon himself to give the Frenchman a body as well.

Compared to the horror he had uncovered an hour before, his friends were now as beautiful as they had been in life. Young and beautiful, death had stolen them. The sounds of the sacrifice awakening behind him told him that he had been focused on the bodies for quite some time.

He knew it would only work if they had the desire to continue living. They had died on a mission, feeling the danger for their loved ones; it was very clear that it would be very easy to attract their souls. He had never consciously used so much power all at once, as it was always GER that did it automatically when he was in danger. He was more powerful now than he had been back then, especially since he was not quite human. According to Pucci, his father's vampiric traits made him have the most powerful Stand. Giorno would rather believe this right now than dwell on the fact that Dr. Kujo was just a 17-year-old full-human being when he destroyed him.

He thought about muttering a prayer, but he was not really a believer and if there really was a god in heaven, he did not think that he would approve of what Giorno was going to try to do. The sensation was strange and it wasn't like anything the priest could have explained to him, but he instinctively knew how to do it. Like fishing for a soul in an ocean. It wasn't so much that they had shapes, but he recognized souls somehow. It wasn't so long before he began to understand it; the sacrifice was not only of body, but also of soul. He needed the vital energy of that sacrifice to boost the life in them, but since he had brought very little, he decided to focus on Bruno. He would help the former capo first to reassure the other two.

The man stopped squirming while Bruno seemed to spasm slightly. He could practically see the life escape from the man, how he suffered every second in terrible agony. Giorno never looked away, not because he wanted to remember the evil he was doing later, but because he was unaffected by the grotesque scene unfolding in front of him.

The other man's eyes became blank and dead when Bucciarati opened his. Instinctively, Giorno knew that the beast had to be fed. He carefully shoved the corpse of the recently deceased.

The beast pounced on the dead body and devoured its flesh and blood like a starved animal until it seemed to calm down. For a moment, its eyes, now filled with clarity, stared in horror at its bloody hands without knowing what had happened but getting a very rough idea of who had eaten from the corpse in front of it.

"Bruno, Don't worry, you didn't kill him."

Bruno turned to Giorno, his face stained and his hairstyle far from its usual neatness. He looked at him for a few long seconds, trying to recognize him, until he finally emitted a weak, "Gio…?"

"That's right, it's me, Giorno. It's been a while since I was able to come, mio amico."

Bruno had always been quick to understand the most bizarre situations. He was taking in what had happened when a silver flash in the corner of his eye caught his attention; he turned to look at it. He remembered Leone bloodied and lifeless on the beach. He remembered having abandoned him, not only his corpse. Had he not left him alone, he would not have died like that.

His legs trembled, but to Giorno's relief, they seemed to work quite well for him to reach where his beloved lay.

"Leone? Mi amore, it's you, it's really you. Wake up, mio bello, come with me." The tears began to flow as they had not been able to do before. "Mio agnello, get up." When he touched him, he felt as if he was going to die again. "No, no, no, this can't be happening again. Giorno, he can't be dead."

"He won't be for long. You need to believe in me, because they're going to be confused too. They'll feel more assured if you're okay."

Bruno had to assimilate many things. Although his own death was not difficult, he had had a few days to wander the earth before he finally died. Also, he had come back as something that was not quite human. How would the others feel in his same predicament? He still wasn't sure how he felt about it either.

He didn't like being selfish, but if he was going to live again, he wanted to have Leone by his side, and Narancia deserved a second chance too. But could this really be called a real second chance? Perhaps with time, he would start to feel the way he had when his life was slipping away. He would not want that for them.

"Will he ever be like... you know, like how he was before he died?" Bruno asked him seriously.

Giorno had learned to recognize when people were only feigning strength. Perhaps it was seeing him try to act strong when he was clearly vulnerable, or that he was the same age Bruno had been when he died, but for the first time, he was aware that Bruno was someone who was deprived of a childhood. And yet he had brought him back, to a person who was trying to maintain his own innocence at the cost of his friend's soul, to help him continue to stain his hands with blood. It hadn't occurred to him to think about all the horrible things Bruno had to go through before. If he couldn't handle any of it, Giorno would have to end his life again.

He was not used to using so much power. Seeing the flora spring up around him wasn't uncommon, but then the first tombstone broke and a corpse hand rose to the surface.