Ftm Giorno one shot ive spent like the past week writing Im sorrh its not that good I knew I wanted to write trans giorno but I didnt know what and then I remembered I had this idea where koichi realizes the pic of giorno is outdated but not bc he looks different but bc hes a whole ass guy now. I think koichi has a good gaydar and jotaro doesn't, even tho koichi is straight and jotaro is not 💀 the end with abba is just bonus bc it didnt feel long enough idk also I have thought of writing a part 5 fix it where giorno uses his contacts and jotaro, josuke, okuyasu, and obviously koichi, all help defeat diavolo and theyre all friends but idk. I like the idea of giorno being friends with the part 4 gang like koichi was there in pt 5 and they only interacted once!! Josuyasu would be such good friends with nara and mista bro but anyways read this
"DIO has a daughter. Koichi, I need you to find Haruno Shiobana in Italy, somewhere in or around Naples. Find her and determine if she's dangerous or not."
Those were the instructions Jotaro-san gave Koichi. Find the evil vampire's daughter somewhere in Italy, a country he had never been to and that speaks a language Koichi doesn't. This would be easy. So easy! Jotaro had given him an accompanying picture, and she looked nothing like what DIO was said to have looked like. Pin straight black hair, bangs, and a very... unenthusiastic looking face. In the picture, it wasn't that the girl was necessarily frowning, but the shape her mouth formed was definitely not a smile. All Koichi had to do was find this girl and interview her. As long as this girl wasn't, god forbid, a stand user, it would be easy.
Ok, it was not easy in the slightest. As soon as he arrived in the airport, a young man scammed him and stole his luggage! But there was something about him, like an odd feeling that tugged on Koichi's gut, that told him that he wasn't normal. He just figured this meant that he was a stand user. But upon getting a closer look at this kid-- Giorno's-- face, he realized just who he was actually looking at. Giorno had gotten away, but Koichi couldn't be bothered to chase him down. There was something far more important he needed to tell Jotaro-san.
"Jotaro-san! There's something you need to know! The picture you gave me is outdated! And Haruno Shiobana doesn't really exist anymore. Hear me out-- seriously, hear me out-- but I think Haruno is actually a transgender man." There was silence on the other end of the line. "The fuck does that mean?" "Seriously, Jotaro-san, your age is showing right now! Haruno Shiobana is now Giorno Giovanna. He's a boy now!" Jotaro was very clearly exasperated at Koichi's answer, though he doubted it was out of hatred, but he heard a very distinct 'good grief' on the other end of the line. "Ok, fine. Why do you think that?" "Well, this guy I met has the exact same face!" "Right, and you're sure that you're not just mistaking another Asian kid as being Haruno? Cause that'd be pretty fucked up, Koichi." Koichi pondered a moment and groaned, "Yes, Jotaro-san, I'm sure. Their faces are exactly the same! Sure, he's blonde now, and his body is different... and he has a stand... riiight, yeah, he's also a stand user. Something about making animals, I think? Anyways, their eyes are exactly the same! His eyes are very distinct, I wouldn't forget them. You said I was reliable, didn't you? Trust me on this!" Jotaro let out a deep, annoyed sigh and decided to trust Koichi on this. Haruno was Giorno. Dio's daughter was actually Dio's son. This wouldn't change the fact that he needed to be found and questioned. "Well, it won't matter if he's a boy or girl if he's an evil bastard like his father; he'll be dead either way. Go find him again, Koichi." "Yes, sir!"
The next time Koichi saw Giorno Giovanna, it was outside the boy's school. A stand called Black Sabbath was trying to kill them over what Koichi had heard to be a small flame emitted from a lighter, but who the hell would try to kill two kids over that? But then again, he'd been in more bizarre situations before. When Black Sabbath had been temporarily defeated, and Giorno forbade Koichi from telling Jotaro about the Stand Arrow, Koichi took a truly good look at Giorno. His hair was golden blonde, just like his fathers, and atop his forehead were 3 victory rolls. There were wavy face-framing pieces coming down at each sideburn, and other stray waves coming out of the braid that fell down his back. He wore a pinkish-purplsh colored suit that he thought might’ve been his school uniform at one point, and greatly reminded him of Josuke and Okuyasu's own modified uniforms. There was a large, heart shaped cutout in the center, showing off his, very flat, chest. There were blue ladybug brooches adorning each side, as well. He looked more like a high fashion model than a high schooler. But with the way Josuke took care of his pomp, he could've been, too.
"You came looking for me specifically. Why?" Koichi startled at this. Giorno was no doubt observant, but then again, Koichi wasn't the most subtle to begin with. "Well, your biological father-- do you know him?" Giorno reached into his back pocket, pulling out a brown leather wallet. He opened it and gently pulled out a picture from behind the clear plastic slot meant for a driver's license. He held it out towards Koichi, who immediately noticed the star shaped birthmark on the back of the man in the picture. He was well aware of the significance of the mark; after all, Josuke had it on his back, and so did Jotaro-san and his daughter, Jolyne. The man in this picture had the Joestar birthmark. "This is the only picture I have of my biological father. My mother let me have it. His name is Dio and he was an Englishman, but that's as much as I know." Koichi let out a large breath, frowning and looking away from Giorno, and he brought his hand to scratch at his neck, if only to have something to do with it. It was the kind of awkward set of facial expressions and fidgety responses you made when you really didn't want to tell someone the truth. "Well, your dad was, like, really evil, so a friend of mine--Mr. Jotaro-- back when he was 17, I think-- about my age -- him, some friends, and his grandpa, Mr. Joestar, went to go... killyourdad. To my understanding, your father turned himself into a vampire and literally cursed the whole Joestar bloodline back in, like, the 1880s. Or so I'm told. The Foundation would have better records on that... Well, Mr. Jotaro told me to come here to Italy to find you in case you were also an evil vampire, but I seriously doubt you are!" Giorno's blonde eyebrows were quirked and he made a displeased face, skeptical of Koichi's story. "I see..." was all he said.
Koichi told Giorno the full story, from where Jotaro-san and Joestar-san had begun, with Jonathan Joestar and Dio Brando and their sibling rivalry, up until everything that happened in Morioh two years earlier that Koichi himself had been around for, all over coffee. "What a bastard..." is what Giorno had spat about his father, with a deep scowl on his face. For the most part, the latte Giorno had ordered went untouched. "Well, anyways, Giorno, tell me more about yourself. Do you... have any vampiric traits? Or, tell me about your stand! Does it turn things into plants and animals?" Koichi awkwardly took a sip of his lemonade, hoping Giorno would say more than the few words or short phrases he usually said. Giorno hummed, "Not necessarily. It turns nonliving things into living things, simply put. Your luggage became a frog. A rock could become an eyeball. Atoms are turned into living cells. As for my supposed vampirism, I assume you have a picture of me, yes? That's how you recognized me." Koichi stilled for a moment, thinking of an appropriate answer before setting his nearly empty cup back down on the table. "Uhh, yeah, I do. But it's old. So I'm aware of the... changes... you've made since then. I like the new hair, by the way. It's interesting!" "You know I was born female then? Yes, it makes sense you would... In any case, my hair was a natural change. When my stand started manifesting, my body went through some changes as well... my hair started turning blonde, my ears turned pointy, and my canines... they fell out and grew back sharper. I haven't drank a single drop of blood, though. I haven't had an urge to, either. I look different, but I'm normal." This information was certainly new to Koichi. Giorno was not much of a smiler, so he had yet to see his extended canines, and his long, wavy hair covered his ears pretty well, or at least well enough that Koichi hadn't noticed that his ears did, indeed, come to a point at the top. He hadn't questioned the change in hair color at all, assuming he'd just wanted a change in appearance for high school, not that it had done that all on its own. And now that he was looking, he noticed that Giorno sat under the shaded half of the table they sat at, directly under the umbrella and out of the sun completely. He hadn't had any issue in the sun earlier, but maybe he still had some kind of aversion...He'd definitely have to report all this back to Jotaro-san. "Well, if that ever changes, please, please call me. If you end up being dangerous, I'm sure you know what will happen. You seem like a good man, Giorno," but like in slow motion, Koichi couldn't stop himself from voicing the one question he had left, "Hang on a minute... all that other stuff happened naturally, but what happened to your chest?" Koichi really hadn't meant to say that. He had been curious, because of course he was, but he really hadn't meant to be so forward in asking. Koichi brought a hand to cover his mouth, ashamed that he had asked such a question, but Giorno absently brought a pale, perfectly manicured hand to his chest, unbothered by the question. "I performed surgery on myself. I replaced cells with new cells; I rebuilt my chest. If my hand got cut off, for instance, I could re-form it using an inanimate object. But it wouldn't need to be an exact copy of it. A hand is still a hand no matter what it looks like." "You- you cut off your chest to make a new one? How the hell did you survive?!" The blonde boy just laughed smugly like the answer was obvious, crossing his legs and propping his head on his hand, like he was getting bored. "I did it in small pieces, slowly remaking it until it was flat." "Giorno, that's incredible!" It was clear that Koichi was impressed by Gold Experience, and he continued asking questions about all the things it could do, and comparing its medical talents to his friend Josuke's. Koichi just wouldn't know that he took an ungodly amount of Tylenol as he went. Gold Experience couldn't do anything for pain, unfortunately.
"I know you from somewhere. I swear I do. So, out with it, brat, where have we met?" Giorno, ever calmly, did not move a muscle at Abbacchio's demand. This was normal, and nothing to fear. Abbacchio was straightforward and didn't appreciate waiting for answers. "We have never met before, I'm afraid. I think we're both memorable people, I'd remember meeting you. I could only hope you'd remember meeting me." "You are familiar, that's why I'm fucking asking! You used to look different didn't you? Your hair is dyed or something, right?" Abbacchio's accusation did not throw Giorno off; he expected him to say something like that, and he had his answers prepared. "No, my hair is natural. My father was blonde." Abbacchio growled, ever annoyed at Giorno's responses. Suddenly, though, he seemed to have a revelation, and his eyes widened as he grinned at Giorno. "No, no, I know I'm right. I remember now. You did change your hair! It used to be long and black, didn't it? I got a call for a potential domestic altercation or- or child abuse-- there was a lot of yelling coming from an apartment. I came for a wellness check and you answered the door. I remember because of your eyes. Your eyes were very memorable to me, and your face hasn't changed at all!" As Abbacchio gave more details about the case, Giorno scowled, annoyed that the ex-cop would remember something so stupid. Giorno had vaguely remembered the man himself, but he had not intention of ever bringing it up. It was from a time in his past he'd especially just forget. Abbacchio started looking confused for a moment, his brows furrowed and eyes squinting as he tried to recall something more specific. "That had to have been you-- but I swear it was a girl. Dispatch had said a man was yelling at a young woman, and I thought it was a girl who answered the door, but it was definitely you, I know it was, so I guess not..." Giorno really hadn't wanted to tell Abbacchio any of this, let alone in this way, but he'd rather have told the truth than to keep making excuses. "It was me. And it was a girl. The girl was me, and now I'm no longer that girl. Do you understand, Abbacchio?" Realization dawned on Abbacchio's face, his black and purple lipstick contorting with his lips as he smirked. "I get it. Your secret's safe with me."
