Simple Yet Profound
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madimpossibledreamerCan you tell I really like writing the Pistols? ridiculous things that they are
~dreamer~
Main Points:
Jojo's Bizarre Adventure Eyes of Heaven
Summary: Eyes of Heaven: Explored mostly as a source of working through jojo issues ;)
Giorno has a talk with Sex Pistols.
Word Count: 1293
Rating: Teen (the Pistols swear, canon mention of abuse)
Once he clears this throat, they all crowd around. Cinque stations himself by Giorno’s neck, patting him gently, which is an odd reversal of usual events. Sette settles himself in Giorno’s curls in a bit of an echo of the way he’s currently sitting, which is amusing.
The rest crowd around, hovering not too far from Giorno’s face. Tre still looks ticked off.
“I’m not used to being able to talk about this, or show vulnerability. My mother would abandon and not feed me. I never knew my birth father, and my stepfather would beat me.” His voice is as emotionless as he can make it. He’s tried to abandon all of the useless weights holding him down, but he can never truly escape, can he? If Diavolo’s life was good for nothing else, it at least adequately illustrated that point. That being said, he has his choice about how to react.
“Do you want us to shoot him in the dick?” Sei asks, completely serious for once. Cinque hugs him as far as his little arms will reach.
Giorno smiles, not repressing his emotions for once. “I’d rather set a good example. Besides, I’m sure he’ll learn I’m the Boss of Passione now. No matter what he told me, I am far more than that scared little boy.”
“He can live in fear that you’ll have him shot,” Tre agrees, grudgingly admiring.
“What was that stuff about ‘father’ that shocked you so much?” Uno asks, and kicks his feet at the look he gets. “Mista tried to read a book in English once. He gave up and threw it against the wall, but I still remember some stuff.”
There’s an amused look in Giorno’s eyes, and they suddenly all wonder why they’d been worried in the first place. Well, other than the fact that he’d actually yelled at Mista and stormed out, and they’d never seen him do those things before. The amusement and happiness dies a little as the golden teen turns back to the question, and Due fidgets a little because Giorno shouldn’t look like that. But then, holding it inside isn’t good either, and they’re privileged that Giorno’s telling them things no one’s ever heard before, that he trusts them, and also if they can help him it’s worth it. Also, they have a mission and the promise of food.
“Apparently, Signor Speedwagon—‘shady hat guy’, as you call him—knew my fathers. Both of them.”
“They used a Stand to get pregnant?” Due yells, shocked, and Tre rolls his eyes. “…What, other people’s Stands are weird,” Due defends himself.
“Is everything all right?” a polite voice asks, and they look up to see the pink-haired guy in green. He’d apparently left the turtle.
“Mista’s Stand is very excitable,” he explains, gesturing at them hovering around.
Cinque’s eyes are wide. “Guys, Giorno knows all the languages.”
Cinque and Sette feel, rather than see, Giorno’s muffled snort of laughter. It’s adorable. Mista’s gonna want to know.
“I see,” he pauses, then continues, “I suppose I’ll leave you to it.” He’s generally a polite, antisocial person, who even given the opportunity would not like to spend time with those he doesn’t know if he can help it. Giorno understands such a position.
“For now, that would probably be for the best, thank you. If you wish to speak at some other time, that would be acceptable.” The formal form of address is automatic, at this point.
“I’ll keep it in mind, thank you,” the Japanese schoolboy replies and walks away with a wave.
Giorno takes a deep breath. This is the part where it’s going to get hard. “Apparently Dio Brando was a vampire and grafted his head onto my other father’s body.”
Pandemonium breaks out.
“That’s disgusting!” Due’s actually grossed out for once.
“Cool!” Sei states loudly.
Uno flies up to Giorno’s lips and starts trying to pry them open. “C’mon, Giorno, lemme see your teeth!”
Cinque is patting Giorno’s neck reassuringly. “Don’t worry, Giorno. Mista will still love you even if you are a really freaky vampire.”
Dutifully, Giorno opens his mouth and waits for Uno to finish his investigation. “Aww, man, you don’t actually have vampire teeth.” He flies back to a safe distance, pouting.
“Unless they extend sometimes. Depending on the vampire they extend sometimes, like before feeding and stuff,” Tre adds knowledgably.
“I haven’t noticed anything of the kind, or any problems in sunlight,” Giorno tells them, feeling a little sorry as they all slump a little. “According to what Signor Speedwagon said, he wasn’t a nice man, besides being a vampire.”
“Yeah, but the guy he stole the body from was a good guy, though, right?” Cinque asks shyly, trying, still, to focus on the positive.
“Supposedly. I’m not sure what exactly to believe, but…” Giorno sighs. “It is something to keep in mind that Polnareff views DIO as an enemy, but I think I’ll enquire further.” It’s too bad that present-day Polnareff isn’t here, because his insights would certainly be useful. However, the transition seems to have reverted Coco Jumbo’s soul.
“It doesn’t matter who they were, because it doesn’t define who you are! You do that!” Sei glares fiercely.
That earns a smile, radiant and beautiful, so much so that the Pistols, for a second, are struck dumb.
“And why did you freak out at Mista in the first place?” Sette speaks up, cutting right to the heart of the matter.
Giorno kicks his legs. He’d prefer not to answer, but he’s come this far. “Turning against Diavolo was my idea in the first place. Everyone who died…it’s on me.”
“Aww, it’s okay,” Cinque hugs him again.
“Sooner or later Bruno would have done something,” Due states with conviction.
“Eh, the guy deserved to be shot anyway. Besides, without you, Mista would’ve died, and if you hadn’t turned against him, Trish would probably have died. Sure, things went bad, but…you can’t spend your whole life wondering about what ifs. You’re just going to hurt your brain.” Sei insists, and it’s actually good advice.
“Sure, it was dangerous and maybe you started it, but it’s just like throwing the first punch. You might have started the fight, but it’s everyone else’s choice as to whether they join in or not.” Sette adds, stroking Giorno’s curl of hair.
“And even if it’s not for forever, we do have a little more time with Bucciarati and Narancia—once we get Bucciarati back, of course. Anyone could die at any time. This is a miracle to be grateful for, not something to be worried about,” Uno explains reasonably.
Giorno huffs in amusement. “All of you and Mista…you think about things so simply. But perhaps that’s why I can trust your words. Sometimes I overthink things, and sometimes it’s good to be reminded of that.”
“You can count on us for that!” Uno promises cheerfully.
“As long as we’re given food,” Tre qualifies.
Cinque hugs Giorno’s neck tighter. “Giorno isn’t giving us food because we’re ‘useful’. He’s giving us food because he cares! Just like we help because we care!”
They’re about to dissolve into bickering when Giorno uses Gold Experience to get back down onto the platform. “We’ll return to the turtle, and I’ll apologize to Mista.” He’s still a little troubled, but he’s gained his signature calm once again. There’s some arguing as Sei and Due join Sette in Giorno’s hair, but they’re a little less cruel about it, so Giorno doesn’t feel the need to intervene.
~dreamer~
Main Points:
Jojo's Bizarre Adventure Eyes of Heaven
Summary: Eyes of Heaven: Explored mostly as a source of working through jojo issues ;)
Giorno has a talk with Sex Pistols.
Word Count: 1293
Rating: Teen (the Pistols swear, canon mention of abuse)
Giorno waits until the Pistols finish eating before he clears his throat. He knows he intimidates them, as much as he doesn’t want to, but it’s nigh impossible to get them to listen while they’re eating, even for Mista.
Once he clears this throat, they all crowd around. Cinque stations himself by Giorno’s neck, patting him gently, which is an odd reversal of usual events. Sette settles himself in Giorno’s curls in a bit of an echo of the way he’s currently sitting, which is amusing.
The rest crowd around, hovering not too far from Giorno’s face. Tre still looks ticked off.
“I’m not used to being able to talk about this, or show vulnerability. My mother would abandon and not feed me. I never knew my birth father, and my stepfather would beat me.” His voice is as emotionless as he can make it. He’s tried to abandon all of the useless weights holding him down, but he can never truly escape, can he? If Diavolo’s life was good for nothing else, it at least adequately illustrated that point. That being said, he has his choice about how to react.
“Do you want us to shoot him in the dick?” Sei asks, completely serious for once. Cinque hugs him as far as his little arms will reach.
Giorno smiles, not repressing his emotions for once. “I’d rather set a good example. Besides, I’m sure he’ll learn I’m the Boss of Passione now. No matter what he told me, I am far more than that scared little boy.”
“He can live in fear that you’ll have him shot,” Tre agrees, grudgingly admiring.
“What was that stuff about ‘father’ that shocked you so much?” Uno asks, and kicks his feet at the look he gets. “Mista tried to read a book in English once. He gave up and threw it against the wall, but I still remember some stuff.”
There’s an amused look in Giorno’s eyes, and they suddenly all wonder why they’d been worried in the first place. Well, other than the fact that he’d actually yelled at Mista and stormed out, and they’d never seen him do those things before. The amusement and happiness dies a little as the golden teen turns back to the question, and Due fidgets a little because Giorno shouldn’t look like that. But then, holding it inside isn’t good either, and they’re privileged that Giorno’s telling them things no one’s ever heard before, that he trusts them, and also if they can help him it’s worth it. Also, they have a mission and the promise of food.
“Apparently, Signor Speedwagon—‘shady hat guy’, as you call him—knew my fathers. Both of them.”
“They used a Stand to get pregnant?” Due yells, shocked, and Tre rolls his eyes. “…What, other people’s Stands are weird,” Due defends himself.
“Is everything all right?” a polite voice asks, and they look up to see the pink-haired guy in green. He’d apparently left the turtle.
“Mista’s Stand is very excitable,” he explains, gesturing at them hovering around.
Cinque’s eyes are wide. “Guys, Giorno knows all the languages.”
Cinque and Sette feel, rather than see, Giorno’s muffled snort of laughter. It’s adorable. Mista’s gonna want to know.
“I see,” he pauses, then continues, “I suppose I’ll leave you to it.” He’s generally a polite, antisocial person, who even given the opportunity would not like to spend time with those he doesn’t know if he can help it. Giorno understands such a position.
“For now, that would probably be for the best, thank you. If you wish to speak at some other time, that would be acceptable.” The formal form of address is automatic, at this point.
“I’ll keep it in mind, thank you,” the Japanese schoolboy replies and walks away with a wave.
Giorno takes a deep breath. This is the part where it’s going to get hard. “Apparently Dio Brando was a vampire and grafted his head onto my other father’s body.”
Pandemonium breaks out.
“That’s disgusting!” Due’s actually grossed out for once.
“Cool!” Sei states loudly.
Uno flies up to Giorno’s lips and starts trying to pry them open. “C’mon, Giorno, lemme see your teeth!”
Cinque is patting Giorno’s neck reassuringly. “Don’t worry, Giorno. Mista will still love you even if you are a really freaky vampire.”
Dutifully, Giorno opens his mouth and waits for Uno to finish his investigation. “Aww, man, you don’t actually have vampire teeth.” He flies back to a safe distance, pouting.
“Unless they extend sometimes. Depending on the vampire they extend sometimes, like before feeding and stuff,” Tre adds knowledgably.
“I haven’t noticed anything of the kind, or any problems in sunlight,” Giorno tells them, feeling a little sorry as they all slump a little. “According to what Signor Speedwagon said, he wasn’t a nice man, besides being a vampire.”
“Yeah, but the guy he stole the body from was a good guy, though, right?” Cinque asks shyly, trying, still, to focus on the positive.
“Supposedly. I’m not sure what exactly to believe, but…” Giorno sighs. “It is something to keep in mind that Polnareff views DIO as an enemy, but I think I’ll enquire further.” It’s too bad that present-day Polnareff isn’t here, because his insights would certainly be useful. However, the transition seems to have reverted Coco Jumbo’s soul.
“It doesn’t matter who they were, because it doesn’t define who you are! You do that!” Sei glares fiercely.
That earns a smile, radiant and beautiful, so much so that the Pistols, for a second, are struck dumb.
“And why did you freak out at Mista in the first place?” Sette speaks up, cutting right to the heart of the matter.
Giorno kicks his legs. He’d prefer not to answer, but he’s come this far. “Turning against Diavolo was my idea in the first place. Everyone who died…it’s on me.”
“Aww, it’s okay,” Cinque hugs him again.
“Sooner or later Bruno would have done something,” Due states with conviction.
“Eh, the guy deserved to be shot anyway. Besides, without you, Mista would’ve died, and if you hadn’t turned against him, Trish would probably have died. Sure, things went bad, but…you can’t spend your whole life wondering about what ifs. You’re just going to hurt your brain.” Sei insists, and it’s actually good advice.
“Sure, it was dangerous and maybe you started it, but it’s just like throwing the first punch. You might have started the fight, but it’s everyone else’s choice as to whether they join in or not.” Sette adds, stroking Giorno’s curl of hair.
“And even if it’s not for forever, we do have a little more time with Bucciarati and Narancia—once we get Bucciarati back, of course. Anyone could die at any time. This is a miracle to be grateful for, not something to be worried about,” Uno explains reasonably.
Giorno huffs in amusement. “All of you and Mista…you think about things so simply. But perhaps that’s why I can trust your words. Sometimes I overthink things, and sometimes it’s good to be reminded of that.”
“You can count on us for that!” Uno promises cheerfully.
“As long as we’re given food,” Tre qualifies.
Cinque hugs Giorno’s neck tighter. “Giorno isn’t giving us food because we’re ‘useful’. He’s giving us food because he cares! Just like we help because we care!”
They’re about to dissolve into bickering when Giorno uses Gold Experience to get back down onto the platform. “We’ll return to the turtle, and I’ll apologize to Mista.” He’s still a little troubled, but he’s gained his signature calm once again. There’s some arguing as Sei and Due join Sette in Giorno’s hair, but they’re a little less cruel about it, so Giorno doesn’t feel the need to intervene.
