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Golden Strings Ch3

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Golden Strings

Disclaimer:  I don't own JJBA.  Sorry, I am not that much of a moe-blob to own it.

Summary:  GiornoJolyne.  Jolyne and friends are in Italy for three months.  But when they meet Giorno, things may seem a little too intense for the two "Jojos".

Well, I am very happy to know that I got some more comments.  I also wanted to let you all know that around chapters 6-8, will end up probably having me to bump the rating (talking to those reading this on FF.net).  And those reading this on DA, there will be a warning for those chapters.  I am warning you guys in advanced because I have pretty much already written those chapters.  And I can say that the story is almost done (I can see me stretching this up to a chapter 15).  But enough about me, let's get this show on the road!

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Ch 3

The morning sun woke me up.  Well maybe not the sun.  It was Hermes throwing up that did the trick.  She cursed to the world for getting sick while being in a lovely country for a much needed rest.  I felt bad for her.  She was truly miserable.

We have an entire day canceled?" FF asked.

"Yeah.  Hermes is sick." I told her.

"No." Hermes coughed.  "You two can go."

"We can't leave you like this." I stated.

"I'll be fine."

"I'll stay.  Jolyne, you do whatever you want today." FF smiled.

"Foo." I was a little confused.

"It'll be cool.  Hermes just has to tell me what to do." FF laughed as she showed her Cheshire cat grin.

"Alright then.  I'll take lots of pictures then." I smiled.

I felt a little bad because I was leaving Hermes with Foo when she was sick.  But maybe this was Hermes's way of letting me have my fun…  Or her way of trying to get me laid.  I tossed those thoughts out of my head as I rushed out of the hotel.
I knew that Giorno would be here.  He told me that he was almost always punctual.  So I didn't know why I was surprised to see him there in front of a very nice and shinny sports car; wearing a shirt that said SEX PISTLES with the rock band, some jeans with some more "trendy" shoes.  He looked like he had just rolled out of bed, in a good way.

"Still on your day off?" I asked.

"My friend forced me to wear this.  I look like a disaster." He laughed.

"You do not.  You look fine."

"Really?" Giorno didn't believe me.

"For somebody who just got out of bed."

"I'm going to kill Mista when I see him."

"Mista?"

"The idiot that forced me into this getup, and yesterday's attire."

"No, yesterday you looked really nice."

"Right…  Just like today."

"No, really.  You looked good."

"So, where are your friends?" Giorno asked me suddenly.

"Hermes is sick and Foo is watching over her."

"The special always does that." Giorno sighed.

I was a little stunned at what he said.  But part of me wasn't that flabbergasted that Giorno wouldn't even warn Hermes about the special.  She was messing with him a lot.  She was bound to get in some sort of trouble.

"Well, let's get this show on the road!" I smiled.

"Aren't you going to cancel because your friend is sick?"

"Hermes' orders." I grinned.

Giorno couldn't help smiling my smile too as he opened the passenger door for me.  As soon as Giorno was in the car, he jammed his keys in and the car roared to life.

"So, you wanna play 2o questions?" he asked.

"Sure." I smiled.

"You go first?"

"If you want."

"I'm fine."

I racked through my brain for a few moments before I came up with my first question.

"What food do you hate?"

"Chicken and duck…"

"What about turkey?"

Giorno shrugged before he answered, "I am not much into eating poultry, to be honest."

"My grandma makes the best turkey.  I remember always going to her house for America's Thanksgiving Day back when we lived in Japan.  Her house smelled like turkey and stuffing." Nostalgia began to take effect on me.

"I don't like poultry." Giorno muttered.

"Ok, question three.  Tell me about your family.  What are they like?"

Giorno looked very uncomfortable at my question.  But he couldn't back down from this, especially since it was his idea to begin with.  He spent maybe five minutes trying to figure out what to even say.

"I never knew my father.  He ran out on my mom when she was pregnant with me.  My mother is a horrible person.  Her husband, I don't care about." Giorno seemed to struggle with his words.

"I'm sorry." I muttered.

"It's ok.  I moved out of their house when I was about fourteen or fifteen years old.." he smiled.

"Ok, question four, favorite band?" I smiled as I changed the subject for his sake.

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By the time Giorno answered my 2oth question we had reached the small plane.  I was a little weary about getting on the plane because of my family's bad luck with those inventions.  My great- great-grandfather died in a plane crash, my great grandfather survived three plane crashes, and my father has survived a few as well.  Hell, even I had gotten into a couple of scrapes with a flying machine.  I really wasn't too excited about being air born.

"My turn to ask you 2o questions." Giorno spoke.

"Alright, then.  Ask away."

"What are your parents like?" Giorno asked me.

"My father is a marine biologist.  My mom was a secretary.  They both met in college.  When I was about six or seven, my mom packed our bags and left my dad.  I knew that my father had always wanted to leave my mom.  But I don't think he had the guts too.  My mom did.  So I never really saw him.  He was always working.  I remember one time, I was really sick.  I almost died from the fever.  My dad was working and couldn't leave to take care of me." I told Giorno.

"I'm sorry."

"It's ok now.  My dad and I are closer now."

"That's good to hear.  Question two, how do you know Hermes and Mss. Foo?"

"Jail." I bluntly stated.

""Which brings me to my next question.  How did you get in jail?"

"It's a huge mess.  Let's just say I got framed for a crime I didn't commit."

"I want to hear the story." Giorno smiled.

"Some guys had problems with my dad.  And they pushed some guy in front of the road.  My ex-boyfriend was driving and ran him over.  He freaked out and made me promise not to call the cops.  We found out later on that the guy was still alive.  And my ex had buried him in the swamp.  My ex pinned those actions on me.  So I ended up getting 15 years."

"Wait, so did you three bust out?"

"No.  My father managed to save my ass along with my friends.  The Speed Wagon
Company owes a lot to the Joestar family.  The founder was best friends with my great great-great grandfather."

"What a coward…  That boyfriend of yours."

"Tell me about it."

"I am not surprised that Hermes was in jail.  Or Foo for that matter."

"Hermes got in because she wanted to kill the guy who murdered her sister.  
Hermes is all alone in this world." I told him a little melancholy.

"What a poor girl.  Those poor girls." Giorno muttered softly to himself.

"Life isn't kind to many."

True.  Life is one cold lover.  One day, it gives you everything you could ever ask.  And the next, it snatches it all away." Giorno stated.

We were both silent for a while.  Both of us sitting on our plane seats.  I didn't think we wanted the silence to be broken.  Or maybe, I didn't want to break it.  I didn't like talking about my privet life like this with Foo because I knew that she wouldn't be able to understand.  Foo would just explain to me how plankton would do things.  And Hermes, she had her own demons to face.  And I didn't want to trouble her with my own problems.

"Alright, question four.  Do you have any crazy talents?" Giorno asked me.

Crazy was an understatement.  Having a stand was just a flat out bizarre "talent".  I didn't want to tell him about my stand because he was a normal person.  Normal people couldn't see stands.  So even if I showed him Stonefree, he would not even be able to see it.

"Not really, unless you can count burping the English and Japanese alphabet."

"Haha, I can't do that.  But I can stuff my entire ear down my ear canal." Giorno laughed.

"I don't believe you."  I stated flatly.

I really couldn't see him being able to something like that.  It sounded impossible.  Nobody could do that.  It was impossible to do something like that.  He had to be bull shitting me.

"But I can."

"Prove it." I smiled.

Giorno then grabbed his ear.  I assumed he was about to stuff his ear down his ear canal.  Just as he was about to do so, a man around Giorno's age appeared.  He was wearing a blue and red designer shirt with some white jeans.  Around his groin was a pistol.  I couldn't help but stare at him.  It was just weird.

"Giorno, è che la ragazza che mi ha parlato?" the man asked.

"Sì"

"È carina." the man smiled as he turned to look at me.

The way he looked at me was a little uncomfortable.  But mainly because of the gun that was shoved down his pants.  But more importantly, it was where the gun was obviously pointing at.  I just couldn't stop staring at the man's pistol crotch.  After a few minutes or so, Giorno realized what I was looking at and told the man in Italian, what I am guessing, was to remove his gun out of his pants.

"Thanks." I murmured sheepishly.

"No problem

"Che dici a lei? Tu sai che io non capisco l'inglese."

"Jolyne, this is my friend, Mista.  He's the one that made me look like a dirty hobo today."

"Hello."

"Ciao, bella." The man answered as he kissed my hand.

"Are all Italians this charming?" I asked Giorno.

"Ha, Mista is nowhere near charming." Giorno started laughing.

"Cosa?" The man asked.

"Lei pensa che tu sia affascinante." Giorno answered him.

"Mi piace."

"Ti piace qualcuno che ti butta complementi." Giorno laughed.

Both of the men started chatting in Italian as the plane took off.  I, on the other hand, was lulled to a restful sleep as I heard their melodic voices in a language I couldn't even begin to understand.

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And thus ends this chapter!  I am so happy to see that I am getting a good amount of reviews.  I didn't expect any to begin with when I started this story because JJBA is under appreciated.  Well, I am going to have to let you all know that this story will be falling under a suspension because I will be traveling to a foreign country for missionary work and I will be away for a month.  So for that month, I will not be on-line, most likely.  So this may be the last chapter until I return.

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Giorno and Mista's conversation:

"Giorno, is that the girl you told me about?"

"Yes."

"She's cute."

"Hello, lovely."

"What?"

"She thinks you're charming."

"I like her."

"You like anybody who throws you complements."
New Chapter! Read it and review. And if you want to draw something for it, let me know. I will favorite it. And you guys, I am sorry that I really won't be able to update for a month.

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