Where the Plane Soars

Burn

You forfeit the place in our bed

You'll sleep in your office instead

With only the memories,

of when you were mine

Two Months Later

Fugo walks down the streets of Italy with his dear friend, now lover, Giorno Giovanna, the leader of the mafia. An ex-passione member, the son of Dio Brando. It was very warm outside, towards the beginning of night. Fugo looks up at the orange sky which was fading into pink, and asks the blonde teen, "Where are we going, Giorno? Aren't you busy?"

Giorno shifts his gaze to Fugo's violet eyes. "No worries, I'm not that busy! Also, it's a surprise, Fugo." He gently grabs the hole clothed boy's hand and walks to a railing with a large, blue ocean beneath it. The waves were so, very calm. If you looked closely, you could see small sea animals in the distance.

"You wanted to take me here? To this ocean?", Fugo asks, leaning on the rail to look at the water. "I've been here before.. but why would you take me here?" Giorno scoots closer to Fugo and responds, "I thought you would like this place. It's very calm here." The blonde boy folds a part of his hair behind his ear. "I also met Bucciarati here, in this exact spot."

Fugo sighs and looks at the smaller teen beneath him. "I do like it, GioGio. I'd love to come here more often with you, I think it could be nice." The blonde nods and attempts to readjust his position, but he slips on a water puddle made by the ocean beneath him.

"G-Giorno!", Fugo stutters, quickly catching him before he fell and wet his suit. The green-eyed boy looks at Fugo, surprised. "Thank you for catching me, it would be a shame if my outfit was soaked with ocean water." The two teens laugh quietly, continuing to look into the ocean. Giorno then looks at the orange, yellow-haired boy, a bit confused. "You seem nicer than usual, Fugo. Is something wrong?" Fugo pauses and stares at the blonde, surprised that he was paying attention to how he was acting. Did he really care about him that much? He closes his eyes and turns away to look back at the water. "No, I don't think so."

"Are you sure? You can tell me anything, Fugo," Giorno responds. Fugo bites his nails and shakes his head quickly. "Ah.. I see.." The blonde holds out his hand to the green-suited boy. A small, lime green frog croaks and hops onto Fugo's shoulder. "This is what I wanted to mostly surprise you with, though." Giorno smiles. "I need to go back to work," Giorno kisses Fugo's cheek and walks away, leaving Fugo by himself. He looks at the frog on his shoulder and stares at it for a while. Awkward silence begins to rise, making Fugo slightly uncomfortable.

"Well, I guess we're both alone, aren't we?", he asks the frog. The frog closes his eyes, readjusting his position on the teen's shoulder. "Am I really talking to a frog? Am I that lonely?", Fugo thought, seeing a school of fish swim by in the ocean. The frog did remind him of someone he loved, however. Someone he missed dearly.

"I'll name you.. Narancia."