Chapter 8

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"Give me back my luggage! And where's my passport?"

Giorno frowned, "I really feel bad about this, but I don't have it anymore." he said, stepping back, ready to take off at any moment, "I sold it, sorry about that."

I frowned at him, but I couldn't expect anything less.

"But now you know, so stop chasing me."

He turned his head, clutching the wad of cash in his right hand as he tried to make a break. But before he could make another move, his hand jerked down, hitting the table with a loud, painful crash.

I cringed as I looked down at the gash his hand made in the table. It had almost caved in completely, the cloth buckling in the imprint.

That's not natural by any means, but the kinds of people that my brother associate with aren't natural. This is obviously the work of a stand, and my best guess is that of the boy standing next to me, angrily glaring Giorno down.

If looks could kill, Giorno's face would be smashed in just like his fist.

His hand pushed further into the table, creating a larger hole, the wood creaking as it snapped, bending further with each blow. He gasped, mumbling something under his breath.

The boy's eyes landed on Koichi, who was just as puzzled as I was.

"Hang on," Koichi said, "what did he just say?"

I shrugged, flinching as the table finally gave in, splitting in two while Giorno fell to the ground.

"It's heavy!" he exclaimed.

But just before his hand hit the pavement, he yelled two words that I hadn't expected him to.

"Golden Wind!"

And just before the breath was knocked out of his chest, a creature emerged from it, shiny and gold, and in a flash, it reached out and punched the pavement.

A loud bang was heard from behind the table, and I could only watch in shock as I tried to process what I thought I just saw.

Something that I truly wish I hadn't.

This certainly complicates things in ways that I don't want to imagine.

Koichi is more proactive than I was.

"There was something there, I saw it briefly." He affirmed, quenching my standing hope that I had wandered into some brief coffee-induced mirage, "ACT 3! Go!"

His stand launches as Koichi propels himself around the corner. I follow closely, my shoes thudding on the pavement as I make the turn.

Giorno wasn't there. In his place was the trunk of a tree that I had never seen in the many times that I've visited this café.

"The target has vanished." Koichi's stand stated, a metallic, silver, humanoid creature.

"There's absolutely no way," I tell him, "I've been here dozens of times, there aren't any alleyways or unlocked doors that he could have slipped into. He's got to be here."

It's only then that I notice the trunk creaking and twirling upward. I crane my head up, looking for the top of the tree. And, shockingly, I find it.

Koichi is pacing in my peripherals. "Damn that guy!" he says, "He shouldn't be able to get out of 3 Freeze so easily."

I can't do much but respond as I keep my eyes skyward.

"Um, Koichi?"

"Huh?" he responds, turning to me.

I point upwards, and he lets out an unexpected whimper.

At the top of the tree sits Giorno, entangled in the leafless branches, growing distant as the trunk grows higher and higher. My eyes narrow as I look towards the sky, watching his expression.

It seems like he all but acknowledges me, staring down at Koichi with his arms crossed behind his back.

"I'll say it again," he starts, "Don't even think about trying to follow me. And I typically hate saying something twice when once is sufficient..."

I loudly scoff at his pompousness, hoping to lure a reaction.

But he ignores me, continuing his speech.

"...because repetition is the very essence of futility. I'll say this for your sake, think of it as some friendly advice:" the intonation of his voice raises as he gets closer to the rooftop and further from us.

I look to Koichi, who looks as if he's ready to battle at any moment, eyes open wide and a face full of desperate determination.

"Don't do pointless things. And try not to live a pointless life." Giorno finishes. He looks away, gauging the distance from the branches to the rooftop of the near building.

But Koichi isn't ready to end this conversation.

"Take him down, Act 3!" he commands.

Act 3 launches at its master's command, screeching as it reels in a punch to the tree trunk.

There was no impact as Act 3's fist hit the trunk, not even a dent.

But in a millisecond, Koichi is buried under the concrete, heaving up rubble as the wind is knocked from his chest completely.

"Hey!" I yell, kneeling down and pulling pieces of debris off of his body, "Are you okay?"

His voice is scratchy as he explains.

"The attack on the tree... came back at me."

I nod, dusting off his jacket and attempting to haul him up. But, despite his petit build, his body wouldn't budge.

Giorno spoke up behind me, and my head jerked back to look up at him.

"I stole all of your things," he stated, stepping onto the roof with unintended grace, "Yet, based on how easy you went on me, and the damage you sustained, you still held back when you attacked me."

Koichi's legs were shaking as he made labored breaths, listening to Giorno as best he could in that state.

"I can tell you're a decent person."

With that, he ran off, shoes clambering on the terracotta roof of the café.

Koichi laid in shock as I once again tried to pull him from his hole in the ground, yelping as I succeed and help him stand.

"Well, there's no doubt about it. That's Giorno Giovanna." I state, dusting the debris off of my own uniform.

Koichi's eyes are as wide as saucers, still obviously in shock from the intense impact of his backfired attack. He gulps, readying his voice to speak, and I intently listen as he pushes out the words that I really didn't want to hear today.

"That kid!" he gasps, "He's a Stand User!"

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A/N: Sorry, this one isn't all that exciting. It's surprisingly hard to write something entertaining out of this scene, it's so much better when you see it. Anyway, you've been introduced to Giorno! A lot can happen in a single day in Naples, so I'd say that this is gearing up for the actual adventure to start. Hope you enjoyed! 

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