The Ludicrous Escapade Pt.2

Sky People

"Is he in his office?" It had been a couple of minutes since you all returned to the estate after the mission, and you wanted to talk to Giorno.

At the moment, you were speaking to Sheila E, the fifteen year old girl who currently stood outside Giorno's study. Her long black hair was tied in several braids and she had a star-like scar covering her left eye. Her clothes were always loose and baggy, but she never wore any shoes.

She was originally one of Diavolo's bodyguards. Earning the position at the age of ten after she took over the casinos of another gang. But she had really joined the gang for revenge, wanting permission to kill Illuso, the man who had murdered her sister. Knowing this, Giorno had gotten her to meet him. He explained the rather gruesome way the assassin had been taken care of. Claiming himself to be the man who had always been the boss of Passione.

Feeling like she owed the Giovanna for the sense of closure he had provided, she didn't take long in deciding to be one of Giorno's bodyguards. Although, as she saw it, she was only continuing the job she previously had. Sheila E was so loyal to the Giovanna that she practically worshipped him. She'd follow any command he gave without even bothering to question it. To her Giorno was good and right, and there was no better person to follow. And anyone else the boss trusted, she'd trust and follow, too.

"He's in there with Bucciarati right now, (Y/N)." Sheila stepped aside, out of the way of the door. "But you know he won't mind if it's you. Just go ahead." She also knew the Stand that had really done the killing of Illuso was yours, so that might've also gotten you on her good side.

So you entered the office. It had been refurnished since the time Diavolo lived there. The whole house had. "Hey, GioGio. Hey, Bucciarati. I'm assuming you told him already?"

"Yes, I've informed him already. On the mission and your concerns regarding the earrings." Bruno was sitting on a couch across from Giorno and beckoned you to sit next to him.

Giorno was looking taller as of late. Those Joestar genes really kicking in. "I'll admit that initially my intentions weren't the best, but they've changed since I bought them. Now it's strictly for when you're on a mission. I was going to tell you, I just couldn't decide on the right way to do it without... angering you. If it makes you uncomfortable, it's not like you have to wear them. Or I guess you could just... throw them away." He winced, having accidentally pricked his finger with the needle in his hand.

Bucciarati suddenly leaned closer to Giorno, licking the side of his face. "This taste..." Bruno smiled faintly as he sat back down, glad to be sure. "He's telling the truth. They've only been used to track your location when you were on a mission." That at least made it somewhat better in his eyes.

You frowned. "You should've told me even if you thought I'd get angry, GioGio. Don't you think I'm more pissed off that you didn't tell me?"

"Yes. I know, I know. I'm sorry." He looked you straight in the eyes, his apology genuine.

"Frankly, you might as well leave it be. I'll admit it does help for when on an assignment similar to the one we were just on. When a method of escape isn't planned, we can still know where to pick you up and get you out of there. The rest of us wear something similar for the same purpose." Bruno tapped one of his new hair clips.

"Okay..." You pocketed the earrings, planning to leave them in your room later. "But what are you doing Giorno?"

"Sewing." Giorno stared at the piece of fabric in his hand in concentration as he moved the needle through it. "The therapist said that I should get a hobby that'll make me focus on other things instead of obsessing over you. I asked for recommendations the other day and Bucciarati's suggested sewing." He pricked himself again. "Although, I can't say I'm really enjoying myself." He set aside the stuff on top of the side table.