Disclaimer: I do not own JoJo.
Author's Note: This story takes place six months after the events of Golden Wind.
Within the country of Italy... a young man by the name of Giorno Giovana had sat within his quarters. A lounge, you may call it. Giorno Giovanna had achieved the impossible. Becoming the head of the Italian Mafia at age fifteen.
He had worn a black two-piece suit with a checkered coat tail and several ornate features on it. He had two green winged-emblems on each collar and had three green ladybug emblems. Two ladybugs-a single ladybug on each side on his chest. The third was a bit above his pants zipper on his shirt. There was a large heart-shaped opening on his upper chest. Revealing his bare chest skin.
Girono had sat on a long crescent-shaped couch. Sitting next to Giorno on the couch was a green turtle with a key attached to its back. But it wasn't just some ordinary turtle... The turtle had a secret lounge inside its shell through the golden key attached to its back. And inside the golden key had lied the soul of Jean Piere Polnareff, whom had lost his body.
There was a smaller couch in front of Giorno. It was for the guest that Giorno had invited.
"Tell me, Polnareff. This... visitor from America. Do you think that he will give me the answers I have been looking for?" Giorno had asked as he looked down at the turtle that Polnareff's soul had resided in.
"Only time will tell. I would tell you, but it's not my place to say." Polnareff had replied to Giorno.
An Italian Mafioso by the name of Guido Mista had entered Giorno's personal quarters with a message. "Senior Giovanna!" Mista had fully opened the door to Giorno's lounge.
"Hm?" Giorno Giovanna had turned his attention to Guido Mista as he had entered Giorno's lounge.
"He... has arrived." Guido Mista had informed Giorno about HIS arrival.
Giorno then gave Mista a hand gesture to let his visitor inside his Giorno's lounge. "Let him in."
"Mmph." Guido Mista muffled, then nodded. He then moved from the doorframe to let Giorno's visitor inside the lounge.
Suddenly, a six-foot tall man dressed in mostly a white attire, such as a white hat with golden emblems on it. The hat nearly blended with the person's black hair. Also, pair of white pants and a long white coat that goes down to his ankles over a black shirt with a purple cross. The man had blue eyes and a purple star tattoo on the back of his left neck. This man was named... Jotaro Kujo.
Guido Mista then left Giorno's lounge closing the door behind him.
Giorno Giovanna quickly laid eyes on the half-Japanese Joestar. 'This must be Joestar that sent Koichi to Italy and investigate me.' Giorno had thought in his mind as he continued to stare at Jotaro.
Jotaro Kujo had then stared at Giorno Giovanna and noticed his appearance. He stared from the ground up and begun to notice Giorno's face and blonde hair, mostly. 'He looks just like Dio. But still... it's hard to believe that a kid like him went from being a low life thug who robs people at the airport to being the current head of the entire Italian Mafia. I have to be careful-as I don't know of his Stand abilities or what it looks like.' Jotaro had thought. "You mind if I sit down?" Jotaro had asked.
"Sure. After you." Giorno had nodded, then looked at the guest couch in front of Giorno.
"Thanks." Giorno had walked toward the guest couch, which was in front of Giorno. As he got there, he then sat down on the couch and lied his right arm on the top of it. "Now, then... you sa-"
"Hey, Jotaro! Long time, no see!" Polnareff had waved toward Giorno, despite being a tiny soul.
"Polnareff?" Jotaro had questioned as he had spotted a tiny Polnareff within a turtle's back. He noticed that Polnareff had shrunk all the way down to a few centimeters... has a scar over his right eye and seemed bodiless.
"I know it's been a while, Jotaro. But, hey. I've lost a few pounds since we had parted ways. You've seem to have gotten taller, since last time." Polnareff had joked.
Jotaro quickly looked at the turtle that Polnareff's soul had resided in. Then, he looked toward Giorno. "What did you do to Polnareff?"
"No, I didn't." Giorno said, calmly.
"Whoa! Hang on, Jotaro! This kid is innocent! I lost my body during an earlier battle at the Colosseum in Rome. Against the enemy and my Stand had went awol. My soul had resided with this turtle in the aftermath, you see." Polnareff said as he looked at the turtle his soul resided in.
Jotaro had annoyingly sighed and closed his eyes. 'Good grief. Polnareff losing his body and his Stand going nuts... Could things get more complicated?' Jotaro then opened his eyes and focused his attention on Giorno Giovanna, whom he had come to see. "So, Giorno." Jotaro then raised his right single index finger up. "Polnareff told me that you accepted my request in meeting you... only because I had information on your real father, Dio Brando. Am I wrong?" Jotaro asked.
Giorno then pressed the tips of his fingers together. "You are correct." Giorno then looked down at Polnareff who resided inside the turtle. "I want to know who my real father is. Polnareff claims that it is not his place to tell me-despite already knowing him."
As Giorno and Jotaro were gossiping, Polnareff suddenly gained flashbacks of when he was in Egypt back in Ninteen Eighty-Eight. He remembered one incident when he had confronted Dio inside Dio's own mansion. He tried running up the stairs multiple times and suddenly kept appearing back at the bottom of the stairs. Then, he remembered another incident when he tried to save Jotaro from Dio. Only to have his lower left side crushed when Dio hit him in the street.
Jotaro looked at Polnareff who looked a bit depressed. 'Polnareff probably thinks it's appropriate for a Jojo to tell the tale.' Jotaro had sighed. "Alright. I'll tell you. But, I don't know where to begin..."
"Take your time. I'll wait." Giorno said, giving Jotaro a hand gesture to take his time.
It had taken a few seconds for Jotaro to sigh. Then he stared at Giorno with a serious face. "Giorno Giovanna. Your real name is Haruno Shiobana. You were born in Japan on the year, Nineteen Eighty-five. Your mother's name is Natsumi Shiobana. She was partying in Egypt in the year, Ninteen Eighty-four. She abandoned you at two-years-old just so she could to go out and party with friends."
Giorno had blinked.
"When you were four-years-old, your mother moved the both of you to Italy and she had married an Italian man who abused you, constantly. Both physically and verbally. Then, one day, you came across an injured Mafioso whom you ended up saving. After that day, the same Mafioso would return the favor by protecting you from bullies and your stepfather." Jotaro had stated.
"How... do you know all that? I never once told anyone about my youth?" Giorno had asked as he raised his right eyebrow in suspicion.
'After Koichi had investigated Giorno... I had the Speedwagon Foundation do some digging by interrogating all the people that Giorno had came across.' Jotaro had thought. "That stuff, I'll tell you about another time." Jotaro said, brushing off Giorno's question with a simple hand gesture. "But right now, I think it's time you know of your lineage."
Giorno slightly leaned his head a bit closer just a few centimeters.
"Now, onto your father. His name is..." Jotaro had paused for a moment.
'Here it comes...' Polnareff had thought.
"Your father's name is... Dio Brando!" Jotaro had stated.
Giorno just gave Jotaro a normal mild look. 'Dio, huh?'
"He was born in Britain-which means, you're half-British, half-Japanese." Jotaro had stated about Giorno's nationality.
"Ah..." Giorno had responded. "Tell me, Jotaro. Do you know of my father's current whereabouts?"
"He's deceased. I killed him, thirteen years ago." Jotaro had stated, then thought back when he had destroyed Dio in two while in Egypt.
"What?" Giorno asked, feeling a tiny bit surprised. His eyes nearly jumped.
"Go easy on him, Jotaro! He's not like Dio or his followers." Polnareff had begged.
"I am. This is the easiest way I could think of telling him." Jotaro had told Polnareff.
"Why did you kill him?" Giorno had asked, which caught Jotaro's attention. "My father. Did he do something wrong?"
"Don't take this the wrong way Giorno, but your dad, Dio pissed me off. He had to die-" Jotaro said.
"Ehem!" Polnareff coughed, which caught Jotaro's attention.
Jotaro then sighed after seeing Polnareff's serious face. "He had to die... in order for my mother to live." Jotaro had changed his sentence.
Giorno widened his eyes a bit. "What?"
"My mother, Holly Kujo was sick and she was dying within the next fifty days. The only way for my mother to get better was if I killed your dad." Jotaro said.
"That's bullshit." Giorno said.
"As much as I wish it was bullshit, but it's not. It's the truth. And after I killed Dio, my mother had returned in good health." Jotaro said.
"I doubt killing someone would actually cure sick people." Giorno's eyes narrowed.
"Now, don't get me wrong. Dio Brando was evil to the core. He didn't care who was in his way or how innocent a person was. They were nothing but pawns or victims to him. He would've sacrificed you in a split heartbeat, if it meant fulfilling whatever evil plans he had." Jotaro then reached into his jacket and pulled out a thin square object from his inner vest pocket.
"Hm?" Giorno raised his left brow a few centimeters as Jotaro pulled a photograph from his vest pocket.
Jotaro then extended his right arm toward Giorno. "Take it."
Giorno slowly grabbed the photograph from Jotaro Kujo and looked at it, carefully. "Is this when..."
"What you see on the photograph is a younger me, my grandfather, Polnareff with all his body parts-and my old and deceased colleagues that traveled to Egypt." Jotaro stated.
Hey, that's me!" Polnareff then looked at the photo and spotted his younger self next to an old Joseph Joestar. "I looked more handsome and alive, then, then I do now." Polnareff joked as he stroked his chin, despite already losing his body.
"Wait, the old man with the dog in his arms... he's is your grandfather?" Giorno asked.
'Good grief.' Jotaro had thought. "Yes. And like the two of us, he's also a Jojo and a Stand User. His name is Joseph Joestar."
"Joesph... Joestar." Giorno had muttered.
"He's eighty years old and is the founder of the Speedwagon Foundation. Don't worry, he's fine." Jotaro stated.
'So, the old man is still kicking, huh? At least he still has a body to kick with.' Polnareff thought.
"Anyway, my grandfather took us to Egypt back in Nineteen Eighty-eight in order to stop Dio and save my mother. But along the way, we ended up encountering a number of hired assassins that Dio had sent at us-and somehow, we pulled through. Mostly." Jotaro said.
"Tell me, Jotaro. Other than the fact that your mother was sick... what made Dio so dangerous that you needed to get rid of him?" Giorno asked.
"There were three things that made Dio very dangerous." Jotaro then raised his right index finger. "One. Dio, himself, was a Stand User. He had a Stand called, "The World" and his Stand ability was that he could stop time for ten seconds."
Giorno gasped, feeling and looking surprised. 'Dad's could stop time?'
"I can tell by the look of your face that you didn't know that Stands can stop time. Which means, you've probably never fought a Stand User that can stop time, before." Jotaro had guessed.
'Dio's Stand ability was a real pain in the ass.' Polnareff thought, as he remembered trying to run up the stairs.
"Anyway..." Jotaro then raised his right middle finger. "Two. Dio was what you call a Vampire."
"A vampire?" Giorno questioned.
"Vampires live in the dark and feed on the living. The only way you can kill a Vampire is if you kill them with Hamon or if you expose their full bodies to sunlight. You can't kill them with Stands." Jotaro had stated.
"Interesting..." Giorno thought as he pressed his fingertips together.
"And three." Jotaro had raised his right ring finger up. "Your father, Dio had taken the body of my Great-Great-Grandfather, Jonathan Joestar!"
"Jonathan Joestar?"
"Yes. He and Dio Brando had it out with each other back in the day. And I'm talking about the late Nineteenth century." Jotaro stated.
Giorno gasped. "Really? Dad was that old? He lived to be over a century?"
"Yep. Dio was over a hundred and twenty years old when I fought him." Jotaro answered. "Somehow, Dio stole Jonathan's body and fled to Egypt. And just a few years before we fought, Dio conceived you-which is a blessing in disguise."
Giorno stood up feeling starstruck from the news. "Wait, if what you say is true, and my dad Dio was a Vampire, then... does that mean that I'm half-Vampire?" Giorno stared at his hands.
Jotaro shook his head no. "No. You're not. And even if you were a vampire... you would've died from sunlight exposure. I don't know how normal people and vampires were able to procreate, though... but since Dio had used my Great-Great-Grandfather, Jonathan Joestar's body to conceive you, that means Jonathan Joestar is technically your biological, too."
"W-what? Are you saying that just because my father, Dio used your Great-Great-Grandfather's body to conceive me... That makes me a Joestar?" Giorno asked in shock.
"I am." Jotaro had nodded. "And since Jonathan Joestar is my Great-Great-Grandfather, I'm technically your Great-Grandnephew. Bizarre, huh?"
Polnareff's jaw dropped down to the turtle shell.
"Those are all the messages I've came to tell you." Jotaro said.
Giorno Giovanna then grabbed his cheeks and screamed. "OOOOHHH MYYY GOOOOOOOOOODDDDDD!"
Jotaro the grabbed the tip of his hat and lowered his head a centimeter. 'Good grief. He's freaking out like the old man.' Jotaro then looked up and saw a golden humanoid Stand appear behind Giorno. It wasn't no ordinary Stand... it was the Requiem Stand known as Gold Experience Requiem.
"OOOOHHH MYYYY GGGOOOOOOOOOOOOOODDDDDD!" Giorno's Stand, Gold Experience Requiem had screamed.
"What the hell kind of is that?" Jotaro asked.
Giorno did not respond as he was too in shocked to answer after he learned of his lineage.
"Wait, is that the Requiem Stand?" Jotaro quickly stood up from the couch he sat on as he caught a good look at Gold Experience Requiem.
A Few Minutes Later...
After a few minutes of screaming, Giorno Giovanna had ultimately calmed down and was standing shaking hands with Jotaro Kujo.
"Thank you for telling me about Dio, Doctor Kujo. Sometimes, it feels really bizarre and shocking to learn of your lineage." Giorno said.
"Likewise. If you need me, I'll be in touch." Jotaro said, then prepared to show himself out the door.
"Take care, Senior." Giorno waved Jotaro off as Giorno closed the door behind him. After the door had closed shut, Giorno walked back to the couch he sat on and slouched a bit.
"So, did you like what Jotaro told you?" Polnareff asked as he leaned one of his elbows on the turtle's shell.
"Too be honest, Polnareff, it's still a lot of information for me to handle. I have lots of family that I didn't even know about. How bizzre."
Fin.
Author's Note: I know that Giorno's mother was never named, so I just chose one out of randomness.