Passion is a deadly crime - FUGIO

Chapter 2

30 minutes after the meeting with Giorno, I was driving his Lamborghini while he sat next to me, looking at the landscape passing by with the wind in his hair. I admit I took some peeks out of him, simply because he was distracting. He reminded me of those sexy blonde chicks in car commercials, those who used the body image of blonde beauties for their corporative bullshit. Except Giorno was a man, and the Don of Passione furthermore. So that was stupid of me to even think about that.

"Since we're only a few kilometers away I should tell you about what's going to happen." Giorno interrupted my inner thoughts. Thank god he said something, because I might hate to initiate conversation, I hate awkward silences most. "Tell me what it's about, Giogio." I asked in a way to not let him see through me, keeping that cold surface even though there was a million reason to make me act like a jerk or a madman, like that old man driving slow in a one-way road. "We have to use some...pretty radical methods to get informations on that threat. All I can tell you is that  we have a man tied up to a chair in one of our facility since last night, and we need to make him talk. But I trust you to keep him alive and not mess things up."

 Giorno's voice sounded pretty bitter and dry. The only people I've ever allowed to talk to me like that were Giorno and Bucciarati. I guess I respect them; what they had in common was picking me up at my lowest to give me a second change in life. Here I go again thinking about the chronology of my life, as if there was anything here to brag about in the first place. But I swear it matters. There was two long periods where I've been the most fucking miserable. The first one was the years following the day I was kicked out of my parent's house, surviving malnourished and homeless only with petty crime and scam, until I joined the organization. But this is not that significant now, and I don't think about these days so often. But the worst moment was when I temporarily left Passione before I got to join again. This time, it wasn't about poverty, or survival. It was about loneliness, guilt, depression. Knowing I left my only friends behind and lost some of them forever, and that could have been avoided if I wasn't a damn coward. But that 16 years old boy I barely talked to saw something in me, the neurotic, cowardly freak nobody wanted. And he treats me like a actual human being too. Actually he even treated me better than most. He would ask me how I'm doing and smile at me randomly. I don't know how I should take it.

I suddenly squeeze the wheel very hard, as I realize I drifted off in my thoughts again. I want to punch something. "Fugo, you're 30 kilometers over the speed limit." Giorno stated in a matter-of-factly way. I didn't want to hear that right now. I snapped: "Just... shut up, please. Shut your mouth when I'm driving. I'm not a baby." Then, a silence. Giorno didn't say anything,and I didn't even look at his face. I'm guessing he was either amused or unbothered. After only 15 seconds, I feel a pang in my chest, like a million nails were stabbed into me as a punishment for my shitty behavior towards the Don. "I'm sorry 'bout that. I don't feel well." I muttered in a hoarse voice, my finger tapping on the wheel a a nervous gesture. I could hear Giorno simply chuckle, and responded in a sweet tone as if nothing happened. "You think I felt offended ? I may not know you all that much but I'm aware of how you behave overall. I know you understood well, so I am not worried or upset about this mission or our relationship."

My heart stopped, or at least I felt like it did. God, I am so, so stupid. I should stop acting like a whiny kid and start being a adult. But even though, Giorno talking about our "relationship" felt... unknown, and sounded weird in my ears, way too familiar for my liking. "you think we have a relationship other than subordinate and boss ?" I asked in a slightly nervous questioning, even though I didn't want to sound like that. "I think we're partners," I swallow a lump in my throat "or rather friends, more precisely. I consider most of my allies like this, I like the proximity between me and them, like you." He said in a soft voice, with a sense of pride and mischief. Why would he use the world partner ? Well, Giorno might be attractive or charismatic, I found it difficult to imagine him in a romantic relationship. I didn't know why but he seemed distant from these things, it annoyed him when Mista would bring girls on dates when he needed his service. So I assumed he wouldn't try to flirt with me.

I should stop getting my hopes up.

I wanted to say something, but Giorno spoke before I could make a sound. "turn right at this crossing, we'll arrive soon." I took the turn and drove forward to a thin road across the fields, right towards some kind of shed. I was feeling all kind of weird emotions I shouldn't think of having, but I had to stick to the mission. I parked the car where Giorno wanted and I followed him by foot to enter the huge structure. As we opened the door, The light entered the dimly lit room where a ailing man was tied on the chair, panting and with a blindfold covering his vision. I didn't feel pity for him. Some people deserve to be treated like shit if they act like one. That's probably another reason why  Giorno thought I would fit. Before I could ask Giorno the next action, a man appeared out of the shadow, dressed in a tame black uniform, seemingly in a hurry but still with respect for his boss. "He's the guy I told you about, caught him selling his gang's drug on our territory. His name is Turi Pandolfini, 27 years old. I leave the rest for you two." He then left the place, the metallic door closing in a loud thud. Only a couple candles were bringing light around the captive, who breathed heavily with a dry throat -from which the guttural sounds pissed me off badly-.

"So, you got anything to say yet or do I have to make your shit mouth talk ?" I said abruptly, as the fire within me started to fuel. I wanted to bash his brains out. My emotional management has been pretty bad these days and I needed someone to lash my anger onto. The man grunted and spat on the floor at my foot, refusing to talk. As I clenched my fist and was about to punch him, but Giorno's hand pressed on my chest to push me back, stopping me immediately. He spoke in a voice I could barely recognize due to how cold and menacing it sounded. "Don't be foolish, you know I'll find someone else I can bring here to change your mind if you don't talk." He then pulled out a couple of photographs I didn't know he had from his pocket, the sight of them turned the captive man horrified. I tried to approach to understand what was going on, but Giorno's voice confirmed my doubts. "This is where your family lives, hm ? This is where you keep your wife and kids away from all that dangerous deal... You don't want them to see you there, right ?" The man froze, and I did too. The mafia world was cruel, but I personally have never seen Giorno use intimidation and threat on someone before. And despite his young age, it was working. 

"F-fine, I'll tell you." He whispered against Giorno's ear, making sure I couldn't hear a thing. I wanted to protest and ask why was I excluded, but somehow I kept silent. When he was done talking, Giorno whispered a terrific "thank you", and then I saw his stand Gold Experience appear in a flash and in the blink of a eye put the man unconscious. Giorno untied him and left him here, as I just stood here powerless. I stared at him with dumbfounded eyes and he stared back just as confused. "Uh... What was I supposed to do here exactly ?" I asked with a hint of annoyance. Giorno placed a hand on my shoulder and smiled subtly. "Nothing, and you did great. But now, we have a clue of where we're going. And it might take a few days." He turned his head to meet my gaze, his expression calm and confident, mine looking lost and anxious. "This has something to do with the Corsican mafia."

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Notes: Hiii I hope someone will eventually read this. The mafia plot is probably gonna turn crappy because I don't really know how the mob works. I picked a random name of a italian film's extra for that one guy in Passione.

I will maybe translate this whole work into french so it is seen on the french section of Wttpad, since it is my first language and there is a huge jojo fanbase here. I will also probably export it to AO3 (it will also come out on wattpad). Good idea or nah ?