Doubt

Who Am I...? Or Really, What Am I?

        Who am I? It's a question I ask myself a lot. I'm Giorno Giovanna, current capo of the Passione, successor to Bruno Bucciarati, my mom. No, it's not weird, shut up. I am, part of the Bucciarati-Abbacchio family, along with Bruno's husband Leone Abbacchio, their son Narancia Bucciarati-Abbacchio, Mista Guido who's technically an adult with the mentality of a 2-year-old, their daughter Trish Bucciarati-Abbacchio, and Pannacotta Fugo. Fugo, Mista, and I weren't adopted, Mista since he was technically an adult, and Fugo and I since Narancia really wanted to be adopted by them. I'll get to why that matters later. They still all raise us the same, we all refer to them as our parents. That's two things I am, at least I believe I am and I haven't been told otherwise. The last thing I am....is up for debate. Apparently, I am a part of one more family. The Joestars, connected to them through DIO. It's a very long story. Summed up by DIO's body belongs to the ACTUAL Joestar, Jonathan. Using Jonathan's titties, DIO charmed my mom and that was all she wrote. So I am a Joestar...but I'm not supposed to be. It's very weird, but either way...I don't feel like a Joestar. Jonathan didn't want me and certainly didn't consent to my creation. I'm sure he's seething in heaven at my very creation. Yes, I was accepted by the other Joestars, especially Josuke and Jolyne, but...am I truly a Joestar?

      His thoughts got cut off by music scratching as Narancia flexed on his DJ mixer. He begged Bruno so long to let him get one and as a surprise for doing so amazing in school and on missions, Bruno bought one. He uses it nonstop and has actually gotten very good. Right now we're having a nice party to unite all the Joestars and their respective families. Josuke, his mother, and his two boyfriends. Jolyne, Jotaro, Kakyoin, and the other crusaders. Joseph and his boyfriend Caesar (revived through the power of plot armor, deal with it.) And then Giogio and his wonderful family. He should feel so happy, so warm. Surrounded by an actual family. One he dreamed about! So why the fuck...did he feel more alone than ever... He's never felt so isolated. To those around him, he's happy just bad at socializing, to those that know him, he's miserable. He's been so wrapped up in his thoughts that he missed every single one of his family give him a worried look.

     Abbacchio over his wine glass that he was having with Polnareff. Trish from over the fashion magazine she was checking out with Kakyoin. Fugo and Mista from the snack table with Okuyasu. Narancia from by his turntables before he shared a look with Bruno, who nodded to him and also shot Giorno a worried look from where he was talking with Joseph and Jotaro. Giorno remained oblivious to all of this and even didn't notice Bruno pull the two men aside to talk with them. Even Josuke caught on that something was wrong and looked at Narancia worried. The poor Jojo could only frown, seeing the helpless worried look on the young man's face. Suddenly everyone froze, like their blood all simultaneously turned to ice as they all snap their gazes to Giorno. A broken glass at his feet.

     He was curved back in arch tugging at his hair and clawing at his chest. He was wheezing in pain and struggling to gulp down air. Tears trailed down his face as darkness clouded his vision. He heard voices, but not a single word. The last thing he saw was Bruno's fear-filled face and then he went limp. He felt hot...so hot. Why was he hot? He felt dirt under him...wait wasn't he just inside? He peeled his heavy eyes open and looked around. He heard a sultry smooth voice. It had a British lilt to it, but was filled with playful mockery, "Nice of you to join me, Giorno Giovanna." Looking behind him he saw a buff blond man....holy hell he was a raging homo. He had slick back hair, gold accessories, a yellow headband, a high neck black sleeveless bodysuit, ugly orangish-yellow crotchless pants, and oh my gosh just everything about this man screamed, "FUCKING. FRUIT." His eyes burned staring at this dude's...."outfit." He swears he meant to keep it in his head, but it tumbled out, "Why do you look like a 90% discount stripper.....?" The man stared at him in silent shock and slight offense, "Wow I wasn't even half price." He simply laughed and gazed fondly at the boy, "I see some of myself in you and you're quite powerful, especially so young." Now Giorno was a bit disturbed, 'Do I know this weirdo?'