Fiore (Giorno x oc)

7

I wandered down the halls of the house in the dead of night.

I couldn't sleep.

Suddenly I heard loud crashing coming from a room down the hall.

I rushed towards it, the sound of my feet hitting the ground was muffled by the clattering objects.

Once I found myself in front of the door, I opened it to peek inside.

Giorno was sitting down at a desk with his head in his hands which were grabbing his hair stressfully.

Pens and pencils were scattered on the floor, accompanied by picture frames and random objects.

"I just want this all to be over..."

"Want what to be over?" I asked, opening the door fully.

"Oh, I didn't notice you there," Giorno said, scrambling to pick up all the clutter on the floor as I joined him.

I picked up a picture frame that was face down on the floor and saw a picture of three people I didn't recognise along with Giorno, Trish, Mista, and Fugo.

"Hey, who are these three?" I asked, handing the picture to Giorno.

"The old capo and two soldiers. They're all dead," Giorno said, placing the frame back on his desk.

"Are these the friends you've lost? You never specified who they were, but I decided against asking..." I replied.

"Yes, Bruno, Abbacchio, and Narancia. Probably the first real family I ever knew," Giorno said, his eyes sparkling with tears.

"Fugo said something about Narancia, he was a bright soul."

"The brightest, but terrifying when he needed to be. Like a fire, it's warm and cozy but it can take down forests."

"That's the best kind of person, they make you feel protected..."

"Yeah..."

We stood in silence.

"Giorno..."

"I know, I'm keeping you up late when you should be resting," Giorno interrupted.

"No, I just wanted to thank you for the lyra to fix my bike. It really helped," I said.

"I should be thanking you, you've made things a lot more interesting around here than usual."

I smiled.

"That's sweet of you to say. To be honest, I don't really want to leave once I'm fully recovered..."

"I don't want you to leave either... If I wasn't such an oblivious kid I'd say that I think I've fallen in love with you," Giorno said, making my heart skip a beat.

"I don't think you're oblivious, because I feel the same and if you were oblivious I'd feel stupid."

"Well, I guess I'm not oblivious and you aren't stupid," Giorno chuckled.

"Yeah... now I really should be getting back to my room or else Uncle Okuyasu will have my hide," I said.

"Right, I'll see you tomorrow Fiore," Giorno replied.

"See you tomorrow."

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"He feels close," Cerise said as they walked through the city, trying to track down Fiore's father.

"I can't believe I'm going to meet him, after all this time...." Fiore mumbled.

"There!" Cerise exclaimed, pointing to a cab.

"It can't be, that's Silvano's cab..."

"I'm getting a very strong presence from your father in that cab," Cerise explained.

"Well, let's go."

Fiore walked towards the car, opening the door and climbing in beside the man who basically raised them.

Silvano.

"Bambino? What are you doing here?" Silvano asked.

"Are you my real father?" Fiore asked.

Silvano stopped and sighed.

"Who told you?"

"A friend, she helped me track you down..."

"So I suppose you want the truth eh?"

Fiore gingerly nodded their head.

"Ok, it all started 17 years ago. I was visiting Morioh on a work trip when I met your mother. She was around 23 at the time and I was 30. She worked at St. Gentlemen's where I would get lunch every day, and we got really close. Then she got pregnant with you. Her parents were livid and forbade me from ever seeing their daughter again. Then she got kicked out and she moved back to Italy with me. You were born here, and I stayed with you both until you were 2. That's when I went bankrupt. I left you two and I could never forgive myself. But then on that day when I picked you up to take you to the airport when you were 12, built a special bond between us. So I took you everywhere. I found you a place to live that wasn't that rotten care facility they call an orphanage, I taught you to cook, speak Italian, I drove you to school, and I really felt like I was finally building a connection with my daughter, my son, and my child. All without you ever knowing I was your father..." Silvano explained.

"I just wish you told me... I spent my whole life thinking I was abandoned, and the only person who ever really cared for me was you, and it turns out you're my real father."

"I told you many times, you just didn't know what I meant. You always thought Bambino was just a nickname for you, but in reality I've been calling you my child for most of your life. I just never taught you what I meant," Silvano said.

Fiore's eyes began to shimmer with tears as they leapt into Silvano's arms.

"Ti amo Papà," Fiore sniffed.

"Ti amo anche io piccola Mia..."

I haven't updated this in so long so I'm sorry, but I'm glad I'm being productive now! -Synonym