Tuo Donna Di Passione

"Trish?"

You look over, bewildered. It's been so long since you've seen her, but time hasn't taken anything from Trish it seems.

A bright smile comes over you and you beam upon seeing an old friend again. For a split second, you wonder if she'd even recognize you, she must see a thousand faces a day, but you push that fear aside.

Why the hell had Pucci sent him to pick up some woman, even if they were related he’s the one who had talked to her. He didn’t bother asking him because he would be sure to give some bullshit answer like ‘you need to try getting along with people better’. Hopefully she wouldn’t be as pathetic as Rykiel and the other one.

He waits for everyone on the plane to finish arriving. It could be worse, he thinks to himself, this is a lot better than he was stuck in the hospital with just Rykiel. Versace would be lying if he said he wasn’t a bit nervous at meeting new blood family, as much as he complained about Rykiel he could tolerate his existence and he wasn’t the worst thing in the world.

He walks up to the woman matching the description he was given. “You must be the person Pucci sent for.” Well, at least she wasn’t hideous like that other one.

You’re surprised when he finds you before you find him. Do they have pictures of you too? You should really look into this, how do they have any information on you?

“It would seem so.” You say distantly, sure to mimic him in his English, not so sure how to act. The man seems to be somewhere around your age, but his serious look almost makes you think he’s older. In fact, if you were of weaker conviction, you’d say he’s a bit intimidating. Tall, blonde, — like father, you think briefly before swallowing back a jealous thought — brooding...he’s not someone you’d keep your guard down around. 

...But he’s your brother, right? You should at least extend some courtesy. If you shut him out completely you’ll never get close.

“My manager is Italian so I recognized the accent.” Was she really Japanese? Her appearance along with her accent made her assume otherwise but it wouldn’t be too hard to imagine so.

“So are you here to simply visit the country?” she asked, her curiosity getting the better of her.

“I’m visiting some family, I thought I’d give the area a tour.” You say evenly, maintaining a polite smile. “I didn’t think I’d find a cafe like this though.”

@empress-giogio

“If you don’t mind me asking but are you from Italy?” Mafuyu asked, recognizing the accent and a few words the other woman spoke from Dino when he spoke to relatives on the phone. Italian tourists weren’t very common compared to say American or Korean. 

You blink at that, smiling softly. “Have I been away from home so long that I picked up an accent? Yes, I’m from Italy, but I’m actually Japanese.”

"Um, excuse me miss, but you can't just come through here without ID."

You look over the man at the front desk, stopping to stare at him as if he was crazy. 

"Oh." You say to yourself before smiling, very aware that multiple guards were watching, most of them knowing exactly who you were. "You're the day shift aren't you? Don't worry, I have clearance." 

It's not often that you come to your husband's office in the middle of the day, you think to yourself as you walk toward the elevators despite the front deskmen's indignation. Usually, you're both busy or you wait until he's on his way out of the building to meet up but today is a slow day for both of you so you two decided to indulge in a small lunch break together. You'd think by now most of the staff would recognize you by now, but you suppose it's fair that if you've never seen her you wouldn't pick out the Chairman's wife at first glance. 

Metal doors close, and you smile to yourself in your solitude, thinking back to the wording of the text you sent Byakuya earlier.

"Let's have a lunch date, hm?" 

It's a bit foolish to be so happy, but you can't help it. It's already been a while since you'd gotten married, but things still feel fresh in your heart and you can't help but bite your lip to hold back a giddy smile. It's not very often you two actually go on dates; work has always been important for both of you so traditional dating still takes the backseat at times, but even if this wasn't a proper date the sound of the word still makes you warm with joy. 

By the time the elevator doors open, you've composed yourself enough to regain your cool expression, only smiling shortly to your husband's secretary as you pass through before she can speak. You're the Chairman's wife, honestly, why should you have to wait for anyone's clearance? No, you're Giorno Giovanna, there is no building so great you cannot enter. 

It was only this morning that you received this letter and here you are on a plane to America in the afternoon.

You shouldn't be so quick to drop everything, but how couldn't you? A man who claims to not only have been a friend of your father's but to have information pertaining him. A man who managed to slip completely under your radar despite researching extensively on any information you could find of your father and not only that but a man who was able to find you first.

This priest is not so ordinary, but you learned that nothing in this life is as it seems.

Pucci aside, you're equally invested in a small tidbit he left toward the end of the letter that you crinkle lightly as you read it over a tenth time.

"…of all of Dio's children you were the hardest to track…"

You disregard the nagging feeling that arises at the fact that you were able to be found at all and focus more on the content of the line. Other children…

You weren't so bold to think you'd be the only child your mysterious father might have, but confirmation was another thing. Suddenly it dawns on you that you have no idea what to expect. Are they older than you? Younger? Would they look like you? You know you don't naturally have your father's blonde hair so would they?

You had been on a call with Pucci before you had left Naples and he told you that he sent one of your brother's to come find you at the airport. You wonder if he'd be nice. Or at the very least, happy to see you. Would you even be happy? This is the first family you’ve found in years, would you be satisfied? A heavy burning settles in your stomach as you contemplate the possibility that you'd be rejected again, but you're older now. You can't let that stop you from finding the truth, even if they may not want to have anything to do with you. You need to know more about your father and his plans.

“More than the food I eat. I am more full seeing my kids eat.”

About/Rules

Eyes on the computer screen, the blond man didn’t make any attempt to show a softer expression on her since anyone could burst inside his offices and see them in a more intimate situation. For now, Togami’s attention was set on his work but replying to her commentaries. “Delicate, of course. But also impulsive and lacks restraints; you already know how it goes when work hours.”

"Doesn't mean you have to be so cold to me." You sigh, relaxing in his guest chair. "Himari-chan's manager is nice to her why can't you be sweet to me like he is. No one talks about them…I'm sure it's not that abnormal."