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madimpossibledreamer ([personal profile] madimpossibledreamer) wrote2019-07-08 10:25 pm

opening up

Look, if you’re reading an Eyes of Heaven fic, you probably should have read the manga or not care about spoilers.
Joseph totally understands what’s being said, but he’s pretending he doesn’t because he’s curious and thinks (correctly) that some of them might censor themselves if they knew someone else would understand.
~Dreamer~

Main Points:
Jojo's Bizarre Adventure Eyes of Heaven
Summary: Eyes of Heaven: Explored mostly as a source of working through jojo issues ;)
Mista is worried, and the rest of the modern crusaders think he's already in a relationship with Giorno.
Word Count: 1696
Rating: Teen

          Mista has practically declared himself Giorno’s caretaker—not that he needs it or anything.  He might be a kid, and new, but he’s perfectly capable of taking care of himself.  It’s just…he hasn’t mentioned anything about himself.  And while that’d been cool and mysterious at first, the longer it went the more he’d begun to worry.  Honestly, there were times in which he was reminded of Abbachio, much as it hurts to think about the guy, because of how little he tried to fit in.  He’s a lot more polite about it, even going so far as to redirect the conversation until you forgot about what you’d asked about in the first place, but just as stiff-lipped, and—quiet.  He’d just sit and watch as Narancia and Fugo would scream at each other about their favorite musical artists, or discuss their plans during the zombie apocalypse.  Even Abbachio had joined in that last one, declaring his plan was to turn into a zombie and thus be on the winning side and eat all of them.  Mista at least had the advantage of being a gunman should the day ever arise, and Narancia’s got a point about Aerosmith, too, but.
          Giorno had just sat there quietly.  He’d been listening, for sure, but he didn’t join in.  He didn’t even bat an eye or try to stop Fugo and Narancia screaming at each other about whether zombies were alive enough for Purple Haze to have an effect.  Bucciarati didn’t often join in, either, but he was the mature one.  Giorno came off as very mature, and it seemed like he wanted them to forget about his age and focus on his dependability, but there were also occasions, like about the license, where he’d seemed annoyed no one had remembered his age.
          It wouldn’t have been a problem if it seemed fine, but Giorno seemed a little bothered by it.  He’d been more standoffish in response to the others not including him as much, remaining polite and distant in rather than engaging, but Mista thought he noticed hints of sadness or loneliness.  ‘Course, he was hard to read, but Mista likes to think he’s gotten to know the gorgeous teen pretty well over the past week.  He does seem perfect, and the little imperfections just make it better, but he seems determined to hide his pain and worry and pretty much everything about the real him, and Mista has made himself a promise to try to draw Giorno out for the kid’s own good.
          It’s a little weird when all of these other Stand Users show up after they finally finish off the Boss, and Narancia’s back and alive, and apparently so is Bucciarati, who wants to kill them for some reason.  Giorno’s more freaked out by the fact that Bruno’s fine than he should be, but then, he’d been acting weird and twitchy about Bucciarati since they’d tried to hand Trish off to the Boss.  At the time he’d thought it was something about the fear of turning traitor, but now he wasn’t quite so sure.
          He’d seemed troubled when they’d found him next, though certainly relieved to see them both, since he runs over upon seeing them all right.  It was weird enough trying to speak English to the weird foreigner with the hat, though at least Trish seemed to have a better grasp of the language than he did.  There were some pretty good English romance books, but he usually just read the translations and didn’t bother with the actual original language.  Too much hassle when all he wanted to do was read a book.
          Giorno doesn’t know the answers, despite having hung out and apparently fought alongside these foreign Stand Users, but at least he seems to be fluent in English and apparently some other language that the other hat guy and the pink-haired guy in green speak.
          “I made a deal,” he explains, after they freak out Polnareff the Turtle Guy and Giorno rescues the situation.  Narancia left at some point as Polnareff followed him, still complaining.  “If we help them, we can save Fugo and Bucciarati.”
          “Why would we wanna help Fugo?” Mista asks, voice sharper than he intends.  Sure, Bucciarati had said that it was fine if anyone chose to stay behind, but Fugo had Purple Haze.  Compared to the Boss it might not have been such a powerful Stand after all, but still.
          Giorno’s gaze is sharp and he doesn’t bother to soften it at all.  “I’d always planned on giving him a second chance after we defeated the Boss.  Besides, would you rather him continue to fight for this so-called Noble One?  Signor Kujo only survived because I managed to draw Purple Haze away and have immunity.”
          Mista shudders.  That would suck.  “Makes sense.  Hey, you think Abbacchio is around, too?”
          “I don’t know!” Giorno declares, more harshly than he means to, if that look of slight surprise on his face is any indication.
          Mista reaches out, intending to comfort, but the look of discomfort and the blond moving out of reach shows that that’s unwanted.
          …Is he unwanted?  Did he say or do something—is Giovanna polite enough to not actually say that he actually dislikes Mista…?
          No.  He’s scared and hurting.  “Look, what happened isn’t your fault.  It isn’t anyone’s fault aside from the ones who hurt ‘em, and they’re back now, so it isn’t a problem—”
          “What if it’s merely due to a Stand?” Giorno counters, voice cold as White Album, emotionless unlike its User.  “What if the effect could be canceled at any time?”
          Abruptly Giorno stands and exits the Turtle.
          “Nice going, Loverboy,” Trish states dryly.
          “Shut up,” Mista retorts, running a hand over his face.  That wasn’t supposed to happen…though in the end, it might be a good thing, right?  Giorno does need to get his emotions out, right?
          He hadn’t even considered the ‘this might not last’ angle, but then.  Whatever, life doesn’t last forever, and at least this way they get a little more time.
          Should he go after him?  Or should he give him some space?
          “We should keep cool heads...” Trish continues to lecture, and he’s had enough.
          “I get it already!”  Now they really have drawn attention from the others.  At least they don’t, hopefully, understand Italian, so they might not fully know what’s going on.  He smiles awkwardly before dropping his voice.  “Look, we’re all wound up a little tight right now.  I’m just trying to get Giorno to relax.”
          “Th-there are other ways to do that,” Narancia suggests, blushing.  Mista hadn’t even noticed when he’d returned from his scouting mission.  “Just make sure you don’t have anybody watching this time.”
          Mista blinks, utterly confused at this point.  “Look, I don’t get what you’re saying.”
          “He’s saying sex usually relaxes people.  At least, that’s how it’s depicted,” Trish explains bluntly.
          Mista can’t remember the last time he blushed.  He’s blushing now.  “What the hell—you can’t just suggest I go—I don’t even know if Giorno—"  Likes me.  Huh.  He was really about to say likes me.  Usually he’s pretty sure about his feelings, being as they’re straightforward and all, but this is the first time he’s ever thought about a guy beyond ‘hey, he’s attractive’.  Sex is one thing, but romance is another.  And he wants to hold his hand, and actually get him to open up and talk, and take him to restaurants and buy him flowers—and he’s lucky Giorno is exactly the type to actually like flowers, unlike most guys—
          Trish is frowning.  “What do you mean, you don’t know if Giorno likes you?”
          “But he sucked your dick!” Narancia bursts out and claps his hands over his mouth.  They’re definitely drawing attention this way.
          Actually, he’s pretty sure he’s never blushed before, but he’s really red.  “He’s never done that!”  His voice squeaks a little.
          “Apparently it happened in Venice?  Very romantic.”  She’s still teasing, but she’s eyeing him now and probably understanding that he’s not lying.
          “Giorno was healing me!” he bursts out desperately, and Narancia looks like he’s trying to disappear now.  Probably at such a ridiculous misunderstanding.
          “But…you want him to suck your dick,” Narancia states quietly, sounding utterly confused and on the point of tears.  He’s probably going to stick someone with the knife at some point if this keeps up.
          “That’s—”  Nah, it’s not new, and it doesn’t matter at this point.  “I want more than that, but it doesn’t matter right now.  Should I go after him, or should I give him some time to cool down?”
          Trish shrugs helplessly, and Narancia isn’t much more help.  “It’s not like any of us know him very well.”
          “That’s the problem,” Mista almost growls.  Then he sighs and tries to calm down, because it’s not their fault that he hadn’t tried to get closer to Giorno before.
          “Let us go,” Uno suggests kindly, appearing without permission.  “Giorno’s never been mad at us, and we can still look after him and make sure he’s all right.  He can even tell us stuff if he wants and we don’t need to tell anyone.”
          “All right.  If you do good work, I think I can arrange a little treat for all of you.”  He has the idea that most of his Stand see Giorno as important as he does, but he wants to make sure.
          “Steak!” Due suggests.
          “No, figs!” Sei disagrees.
          “Giorno,” Cinque joins in, and starts crying as Tre punches him in the face.
          “Don’t be stupid, Giorno’s not food!”  He adds a few kicks for good measure.
          “I said good work.  That doesn’t happen if all of you spend time arguing and not enough time helping Giorno, all right?” Mista points out.
          “We’ll try to keep the others in line,” Sette promises, tugging the others away, and for the first time in a while Mista can breathe.
          “You need help,” Trish recommends, patting him on the shoulder before going to bug the pink-haired foreigner (looking for styling tips, maybe?).
          “If I walk in on you for real, I’m stabbing you both,” Narancia finally decides, brightening instantly.

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