#giodia

You weren’t sure how long you had been trapped in the room. All you knew is that you had lost and that was what really mattered. Most of your gang had been killed including Trish. The only ones he left alive were you and Giorno since the two of you had almost tricked him into getting locked out of time.

While you did care about Giorno deeply and you were glad he hadn’t been killed, you still couldn’t stop shaking and crying after what had happened to the others. They were like a family to you and you were not sure if part of you would ever be able to go on without them.

You’re brought out of your grief momentarily again when you hear the door open. Light pours into the room around non other than the boss himself around surrounds both him and the battered figure in his arms. You could see so many new cuts and bruises on Giorno’s skin that it made you feel sick.

Without much ceremony, the larger man tosses him onto the cold hard ground without seeming to really think about it. Was that what you were to him now? Toys he could play with until they break?

The door is slammed shut leaving the two of you stuck in uncertainty again. You scoot over to Giorno’s crumpled form slowly, making the chains attached to your limbs rattle in the process.

“Gi..orno…”

Your voice was harsh from sleeping in the cold room all night and your body was weak from crying, but you had gotten lucky as the boss wanted to ‘punish’ him first.

You pull him against you, trying to at least keep him warm. You were getting blood on you now, but you didn’t really mind. Normally Golden Experience would just heal it’s user, but he had been forbidden from using it. There wasn’t much either of you could do after he got the arrow and gained the ability to rewrite time.

You had to blame yourself for that. If you hadn’t been so weak he wouldn’t have been able to put a knife to your throat the way he did. And if Giorno   hadn’t had a soft spot for you that was painfully obvious, you could have sacrificed yourself and prevented your team’s deaths.

But it was over now. And you were already being punished for your failures. You were sure you would end up like Giorno soon enough. The head of Passione was neither known for his mercy or kindness when it came to people who saw his face.

You feel Giorno out a hand on your own as if to comfort you. You don’t even seem to care about the blood getting all over you as you bury your face in his chest. You want to cry but you’ve already been doing it for so long that your body just won’t pull out any more tears.

“We’re still alive Y/N.”

He’s right. You can still hear the sound of his heart beating under his torn flesh. You can hear the sound of his breathing. Despite all of the things you had lost,  both of you had managed to come up of this with your lives. That must mean something, doesn’t it?

You pull off your shirt and start ripping off pieces of it to make bandages, getting your stand to help you make the process go more quickly. It wasn’t like you were forbidden from it like the blond man was. After all, your stand was worthless and couldn’t possibly aid an escape. At least you could do something right with it for once.

“Giorno, if he asks for you again I’ll go. I don’t….I don’t think you can take another beating like that and live. Not like this.”

He shakes his head, resting it on your shoulder as his tangled golden locks hide his face.

“He doesn’t see you as a threat. You have a better chance of catching him off guard than I do. See if you can find any of his weaknesses if he tries to….”

For some reason he couldn’t finish what he was about to say. You were both trembling now, but Giorno had lost the ability to cry years before you had. You wondered if he ever could in the first place.

You run your hand along his back as gently as you can, trying to sooth him. You had never seen Giorno like this. He was always the golden prodigy that was ten steps ahead of his opponents. But something in him this time was genuinely horrified and afraid to the point where he couldn’t even tell you what had been done to him.

You pull him closer, sharing more of your warmth before he can try to speak again. “I got it. Whatever he tries, Ill be ready for it. You don’t have to talk about to what he did if you don’t want to.”

Nothing but silence. You stayed true to your word however and didn’t press him for any answers. The important thing was making sure that he was warm enough and his injuries were as treated as you could get them.

Finally it was broken.

“I don’t know what he has planned for you exactly, but there’s a chance it won’t be as severe.”

Was there a chance it could be more severe then?

“I’m hoping it won’t be. I…don’t want to lose you.”

You agreed with it, but you were aware that he must be feeling it on a completely different level. He hadn’t had much before he joined the gang. You still had a family assuming Passione hadn’t gotten to them yet. What would it be like to be left with absolutely nothing? What was it like to truly be Giorno?

You wished that you had longer in that room. There were so many things you wanted to tell Giorno. Things that you felt about him that you were just starting to realize. There was a chance you would never see him again. Maybe you didn’t want him to be alone anymore. Maybe it was pity on some level, but you were feeling so many things for him that it was hard to tell in a moment.

It wouldn’t last though. The slamming of the door signaled the end of your temporary respite from your tormentor. You flinched back as he stepped into the room, squeezing Giorno’s hand.

“Come with me Y/N.”

His voice was cold and demanding. It wasn’t a request. You shakily pull your surviving team mate off of you and stand up, feeling the dread and anticipation sinking around you.

You look back and meet Giorno’s eyes one last time. His face was devoid of all emotion, a perfect mask that gave nothing away. But his eyes were full of the life that was beating in his heart and flowing through his veins. Maybe you weren’t the only one who felt something.

You follow the pink haired man as he leads you to a living room. The paintings on the walls make you think that this must be some kind of hotel as you doubted your captor would enjoy the cliche scenery portraits. You stand there, unsure of what he has planned for you.

“Sit down.”

You do so. The couch is surprisingly comfortable, adding to your theory about this being some kind of temporary housing.

“I have decided to grant you some freedoms Y/N. Your escape risk is minimal and your stand is a pathetic waste of existence.”

You try to hold back your excitement as much as you can. This was it. This had to be the kind of thing Giorno had told you to look out for, but you couldn’t give away your intentions. Instead you tried to paint a look of pure confusion over yourself.

“Thanks….?”

He moved closer to you, tilting your chin up and forcing you to meet his green eyed gaze.

“You’re pretty enough to be worth keeping. But if you even so much as think of stepping out of line, that family of yours might have an…accident.”

Of course there were strings attached. You had expected that much from a man with that level of paranoia. If he was willing to kill his own daughter in order to protect his identity, you doubted he would let a captive wander around with nothing to trap them. Even a weak stand user could still potentially escape, as unlikely as it was.

Still, you could work with this. You let a sliver of your genuine fear slip out this time.

“I promise I’ll do whatever you want! Just leave them alone, please!”

He chuckles as he brings his face close to yours, almost affectionately in a way that makes your skin crawl. This was the man that had killed the people closest to you and tormented Giorno.

“Good. You’re learning. Now come. I have something to show you.”

He suddenly gets up, starting to walk back into the other room. You get up and follow him, biting your lip. There was nothing in that room except for your injured team mate that already needed to go to a hospital.

You watch Giorno blink at the light again, watching you carefully. Perhaps he’s picked up on the same feeling you had. Perhaps he already had an idea of how this would end.

“Watch carefully. This is what happens to those who defy me. Giovanna is relentless. Which was fun while it lasted and gave me some brief amusement.”

You suddenly feel sick. Plan be damnned, you couldn’t just stand there and do nothing! You start tearing up again, having them finally come back to you when you need them the absolute most.

“N-no! You can’t! He’s important to me! I…I won’t let you!”

Your stand suddenly had you in a headlock. It was one that not even a man who could manipulate time could stop. Your own soul had its finger on the trigger of a metaphorical gun.

Of course, that’s how you had hoped it would happen. In reality, things were much different. Your stand was grabbed by the dead eyed red monster of one that had murdered your team, restricting your movement.

The boss circled around you like a predator, smirking as he lifted Giorno off the ground easily.

“It’s really a shame Y/N. I was going to keep him around as a toy. You should have been there when I broke him.”

You don’t have time to scream as he breaks Giorno’s neck. You hear a sickening snap that rings out through the room. Time seems to slow down as the life drains from his eyes. You don’t even realize that you’ve run forward and grabbed his hand again until you feel it go stiff, a living breathing human turning into nothing but a decaying object.

You just stand there, holding him against you again and staring into space. The man left in the room with you approached again.

“Since you’re never going to leave, you might as well know my name. They never told you did they?”

You don’t respond to anything he says. You’re just begging that you’ll wake up any second now.