giorno giovanna x adrien agreste

Chapter 5- Coming Out

"Giorno Giovanna," Alya says, clicking to a document. His picture's front-and-center; it almost looks like a paparazzi photo, as he's clearly ducking away from the photographer. But the golden hair's still visible and the suit with the weird-ass ladybug pins. It's definitely him. "Chat, this guy's secretive. I've only been able to find, like, year-old forum posts about the guy. He doesn't have a Wikipedia page or anything, even though, did you know that he practically runs the Italian mafia?"

Chat's stomach churns. "Mafia?"

"Yeah. From what I've gathered... he's at least as, if not more powerful than the Italian prime minister. It's insane. Um..." she scrolls down, "here's some biographical information. Born in Italy, 17 years old, most likely an orphan. Rose to power in his organization very quickly. The anons were discussing that, his power grab. Apparently, a week after he joined the mafia, he killed the boss. So he became the new boss. No known motive for that."

"Hmm." Words fail him. "And the other guy, then?"

"See, he was even harder, since you didn't give me both names to work with. But I found him." Alya smiles obnoxiously. "For Chat Noir and Ladybug? I'd move mountains for you two."

"Pannacotta- that's his first name- Fugo. Also 17, also a member of the mafia. Something like second-in-command. Extremely intelligent, with an IQ in the 150's. That's pretty much all I could find on him. One person claimed that he has severe anger issues, but it seems like that's up for debate. There's varying accounts of his personality, ranging from depressed and assholeish to extremely polite and passive. Maybe he's just bipolar."

Severe anger issues. Hmm.

If anything, Chat feels more intimidated than he had before. Now that he had information on these two, the idea of defeating them seemed more and more hopeless. More powerful than a president? A 17-year-old kid? Not to mention, there was still the red-and-blue guy and the seaweed hair guy.

"Alya, did you... were any other names mentioned in these forums? Was there a bodyguard type of guy who used guns? Or a-"

"Actually, yes, there was. Guido Mista, 19. Extremely skilled with guns; maybe Giorno's third-in-command? There's really not much to say about him, aside from irrelevant quirks. He talks to himself, a lot, like, a lot, and he's very superstitious."

"So, they're a trio?"

"From what I could gather, yes."

"And that's everything? Everyone?"

"Basically, yeah."

Chat exhales sharply. "Damn, well... thank you, Alya. I know it must've been startling... to have two superheroes knocking on your front door, one of them unconscious... hell, you're letting Ladybug sleep on your own bed. You've been very generous."

"Like I said, I would move mountains for you guys! I'm just happy to help! And... if I could respectfully inquire why you needed information on Italian mafia members??? Are you fighting them, or...?" She opens a new word document and starts typing furiously.

"I'll tell you that they're trying to steal our miraculouses, and I don't know why. But none of this can go public, Alya." His eyes darken. "If I see that you've posted a goddamn article about this tomorrow, Ladybug and I will probably have to flee France. I can't stress how much danger we're in right now."

Just as furiously, Alya spams the backspace key. It's infuriating. She doesn't hold the key down, she just presses it over and over and over, taptaptaptaptap. "Got it. You won't hear a peep from me." God, Chat really can't stand her sometimes. "I'll continue my digging, too. This is what I found in just an hour- imagine what I could do in a week! I'll keep you posted; I'll DM you."

"No," Chat shakes his head, "I'll come to your house for information. These guys- they're watching social media, I'm sure of it. I know I sound paranoid-"

"I understand. They have more power than the prime minister, right? It makes sense to be paranoid. Just," she glances back to Ladybug, still sleeping, "just keep Ladybug safe. I know she's usually the more... competent of you two, but it sounds like this is your case to solve."

"It is." They sit in silence for a while. "Alya, could you go back to that picture of Giorno?"

She nods. "You know... he's really quite pretty. For a mafia don, I guess. You would assume that he's super old or wrinkly or something, but..."

"Yeah," Chat says. "He is. He's very pretty. He's prettier in-person."

God, is Chat stupid.

"Are... are you gay, Chat Noir???"

Chat's face burns. "I'm, um..."

And Alya's already typing up her newest article. "No, you can't be gay-" her fingers fly across the keyboard "-are you bi? You and Ladybug- you're definitely a thing, so are you bi?"

"Goodbye, Alya," Chat says, and scampers out of her house.