Golden Tears on the Angel's Wing

Chapter 4: Bucciarati Appears, part 1

Giorno Giovanna, 15 years old, a cunning thief and troublemaker, and a citizen of Italy. Living in the dormitory of his school. However, from the very beginning, Giorno was not meant to be just an ordinary boy. He was the son of Dio Brando. Women were nothing more than a means of an end to him. Objects of sustenance. But miraculously, 15 years ago, Dio had spared his lover's life. She was to give birth to Giorno. A child of improbable origins. Anywho met Giorno's mother would call her a vision of unblemished beauty. She was of Japanese origin and had long black hair with grey eyes and red lipstick. While people can say she was beautiful, she was everything but a good mother. Motherhood was a struggle for her. After Giorno's birth, she and her son moved to Japan, where she would leave him alone at home in favour of a nightlife of glamour and bacchanalian revelry.

"Are you really gonna leave him there by himself?" A young woman asks her. While she wasn't a mother herself, she was still a little concerned that she would be so willing to leave her child. Especially since she was waiting on her, fixing her makeup. She was dressed in a pink dress, a yellow bead necklace with golden links, and silver and blue earrings. "Isn't he, like, two?"

"Hm? Oh, he'll be fine." His mother would say. Practically dismissing her friend's concern without a care in the world.  "There's no way I'm gonna let some kid take away my freedom and that's that." And just like that, she had finished her makeup, hoisted up her purse and walked out of the bathroom, welcoming the nightclub with open arms. Completely forgetting about her son. All her friend could do was shake her head in disappointment and follow her.

At the apartment where they once lived, a two-year-old Giorno had woken up from a bad dream and was about to cry out to his mother, until his eyes grew wide at how dark and alone he was. The apartment was rather messy and created small images of monsters in the eyes of a child. Countless nights Giorno would wake up to a vacant room. And every time, the fear and desperation that terrorised his soul must've been immeasurable. The boy knew crying was futile, so all he could do was tremble.

 Then two years had passed, and four-year-old Giorno was present at his mother's wedding. He could still remember how she looked that day. A white wedding dress with her hair tied back with a headband and a corsage in her hand, a transparent veil and silver earrings. Her new husband was an Italian man and it was through this marriage that would make Giorno an Italian citizen. He remembered how happy she had been that day. But...he couldn't find it in himself to be happy for her. Since he had been neglected by her. he had been standing by the wall, in the shadows as his mother and new step-father posed for a wedding photo. The photographer was about to take their picture when he took notice that something - or rather someone- was missing.

"Pardon me, but, uh..." The photographer trailed off as he pointed over to the small boy on the sidelines. This was just a family photo as it was a wedding one and the photographer wanted to include the lonely looking child. Giorno was just standing patiently and silently as his step-father approached him. "Now why are you hiding over here?" He asked him before kneeling to his height and giving him a warm pat on the head. "Come on, Haruno. Come with daddy so we can take the pictures. Mommy's waiting for you too."

Giorno timidly raises his gaze on the man. His step-father had spread the kindest smile he had ever seen and looked so gentle and honest. For a very brief moment, a twinge of happiness began to stir inside Giorno. He took his hand and went with him to take their pictures. Giorno looked up at his step-father with hope. Hope that maybe he'll be able to be the parent that his mother couldn't. He thought maybe he'll have a bond with him.

But he had been so foolish to cling to that hope. Because whenever his wife was away from the house or she wasn't paying attention-

*SLAP!*