Because the drugs never work
They're gonna give you a smirk
'Cause they got methods to keeping you clean
Giorno sits in a velvet chair, cross-legged, and gazing at the sunset in the small window beside him. He was sipping green tea out of a small, fancy mug. "Mm.. this tea reminds me of when I was in Passione," he thought, tucking a part of his hair behind his ear. "Abbacchio.. the doctor guy.. the underground dog.."
The blonde was awfully bored. He has only talked to Trish and Mista ever since he became the mafia boss. "What if I made new friends?", Giorno thought to himself. "No... I don't think I'd want to make too many friends as a mafia boss. That'll stress me out."
The teen sighs, finishing his tea and fiddling with his suit. "If only someone were to visit m-"
"GioGiooo! I found your friend!", Mista yells, slamming the door open and not bothering to hold it open for the person behind him. "It's been a while, he's doing great, Giorno."
Giorno slightly tilts his head, confused. "Who are you talking about?", he asks. "Is that who I think it is? It can't possibly be-"
Fugo slowly walks into Giorno's sight, making the blonde stare, awfully surprised.
"How are you doing, boss?"
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Where the Plane Soars
Fanfiction!PART 5 SPOILERS! After Giorno has become the mafia boss, Fugo is curious about where Narancia disappeared to and decides to give Giorno a visit, unaware of the events that have occurred. Notes: - This story contains FugoNara and FuGio! If you are...
