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The Golden Miners - Chapter 4
Giorno and Fugo overslept together until Giorno’s phone vibrated on the end table, waking the boys up.
“It’s”—Fugo looked at his clock—“6:30 AM. Who’s texting you at this hour?”
“My dad,” Giorno answered. “He wants us to spend time together with him.”
“Why?”
He shrugged. “He just texted me the location.”
“Well, I hope Trish is awake to cover your bruise. I’ll text her after we eat breakfast. Tell your dad it’s going to take a while.”
“He wants us immediately.”
“What? What about breakfast?”
“He said brush your teeth. He’ll take us to a restaurant soon.”
-
The two waited for a taxi with Trish inside. Fugo had to sit in the front with the driver while Trish worked her makeup magic on Giorno, covering the bruise on his eye.
“Is it that hard for you to put makeup on?” she asked.
“It’s not hard,” Fugo explained. “He doesn’t have makeup.”
“Why not just go into your mother’s room?”
“And steal from her? No.”
“And ever if Fugo stole from his mother,” Giorno added, “I still don’t know how to put on makeup. I’ve only used lipstick, and that’s it.”
The taxi stopped in front of a park. It was a large open area with many people walking about. It was strange, though. Dio didn’t enjoy the sun and preferred spending time in dark places.
Before getting out of the car, Giorno’s eyes searched for him, locating him sitting on a bench. Dio was alone, and his legs rapidly tapped the brick pavement.
“Yeesh,” Trish commented, “how long have you kept him waiting? He could drill a hole.”
“Hmm, I wonder what’s wrong?” Fugo asked.
“Let’s find out,” Giorno said.
The blonds got out and approached Dio.
“Hey, Dad,” Giorno greeted. “Why are we out here?”
“I just thought I should get to know Fugo while we go on a walk,” he answered and stood up. “Come. We’re wasting time.”
Giorno could tell he was in a rush.
“A-alright, what do you want to know about?” Fugo asked, nervous.
“Are you an only child?” Dio asked.
“No, I have three elder brothers. They don’t live with us in the mansion and moved when they turned 18.”
“Interesting.”
Giorno noticed that Dio kept his eyes on three strangers. One was a teenage boy around Giorno’s height with white hair and a backpack. The other had darker skin, long dark hair, and a feminine body, but the boy called them brother. An average-sized dark-haired woman was next to the two.
Giorno thought nothing was interesting about the group until the feminine brother tossed their hair aside, revealing the star-shaped birthmark on their left shoulder. “Hey, Dad, how much do you know about our family?”
“Not as much as I thought,” Dio answered.
“Who are they?” Fugo whispered to Giorno, noticing that person’s birthmark.
“No idea.”
The two groups approached a small public bathroom.
“Jodio, Dragona, could you two stay here while I use the restroom?” the woman asked in English.
“Sure, Ma,” the boy answered.
“Don’t wander too far off.”
“We got our phones. Come on. Let us hang out with people.”
“Alright. I suppose you could.”
The white-haired boy turned around, revealing his face to the three blonds. He almost looked like Giorno.
“Just walked past,” Dio whispered.
The two did as he told.
“Hey, cheese guy,” the white-haired boy said. “Wait!”
“Cheese guy?” Fugo stopped and turned around, causing the other two he was with to stop.
“Are you from here?” he asked. “Hmm, your voice sounds familiar. You sound like this one YouTuber I watch. He has an Italian accent. Do you play Minecraft?”
“Why do you want to know?”
“Oh my gosh! Dragona, it’s him! It’s PurpleHaze! Dude, can I have your number?”
Fugo blushed. “Wow, I only have a few subscribers, and I’m already famous?
“A few? Dude, you have 300 subscribers. That’s something.” Then the white-haired boy blushed. “Um, are you single?”
Fugo’s cheeks turned even redder. “Uh.”
Giorno furrowed his brows. “He’s taken.”
“Oh, who are you?” the boy asked.
“I am Giorno Giovanna, and I could ask you the same.”
“Giorno? Hmm, oh! I remember now. You were with Fugo on that one Minecraft episode. I’m Jodio Joestar, and that feminine dude with me is Dragona. So, you want to go out for breakfast once my mother steps out of the bathroom?” The question seemed directed at Fugo.
“S-sure.”
“What about the walk?” Giorno asked.
“Forget about that,” Dio said. “You two are probably hungry.”
Their stomachs growled.
“I know a cafe nearby,” Jodio said.
-
The six headed to a nearby cafe that was empty.
“Hmm, too empty,” Jodio commented. “Fugo, where do you want to sit? Inside or outside?”
“Inside,” he answered. “It’s too hot for me.”
“Too bright for me,” complained Dio.
“Alright, but I want to sit near a window,” Jodio said. “Will that bother you?”
“No.”
They went in. Fugo sat down first, and Giorno would’ve sat next to him until Jodio pulled his arm and took his spot.
“I want to sit next to him!” Jodio whined.
Giorno and Dio glared at him.
“He’s taken,” Giorno said.
“By me.” Jodio stuck his tongue out and grabbed Fugo's hands.
Fugo felt trapped. “Um, I am taken.”
“By who?” Jodio withdrew his hand.
“By him.” He looked at Giorno.
“Wait, I thought he was one of your brothers.”
Giorno pulled Jodio away from Fugo and sat down.
Dragona giggled. “You should’ve asked more questions while on the way.”
“Probably should’ve learned some manners, too,” Dio commented.
“Jodio, apologize right now!” Barbara Ann Joestar demanded. They learned her name while on the way to the cafe.
“Sorry.” Jodio sat next to Giorno. His apology didn’t sound sincere. “I’m thirsty. What do they have here?” He looked through the small menu. “I think I’ll get the espresso with a pancake. What about you, Fugo?”
“Mocha with a chocolate crepe. What about you, babe?”
Giorno lost his appetite but thought he should get something. “I’ll have the same.”
A waiter came by and took their order. While they waited, Giorno thought it would be a good idea to know more about Jodio.
“So,” he started, “what brings you here?”
“I could ask the same. I can tell you’re not Italian from your accent,” Jodio noted. “I’m here because I worked my ass off to get a vacation.”
“What’s your job?”
“Heavy lifting.”
Giorno felt like he was lying, but why would he lie? “You don’t look that strong.”
“I’m stronger than I look.”
“You knew about Fugo from Minecraft videos but didn’t know much about me aside from that one video.”
“Hey, Mom, can we trade seats?” Jodio asked.
“Um, could I move?” Barbara asked Dio.
Arms crossed, Dio stared intensely at Jodio, almost like he wanted to kill him.
Fugo could feel the tension from his boyfriend. “Hey, he just happens to be a big fan of mine. Maybe you could relax?”
Giorno quickly turned to face him and gave him a death stare. “Did he know we would be at the park?”
Fugo eyed Dio, hoping that he would remind him it was his idea, but the man sat there quietly, still staring. Should he lie? “It was my idea to head outside, remember?”
Dio ignored him, despite it being his idea.
Giorno ignored him and continued interrogating Jodio. “What’s your YouTube username?”
“It’s NovemberStoner420. What’s yours?” He sounded nervous.
“GoldenExperience. Now, what’s your favorite band or musician?”
“My Chemical Romance.”
Fugo's eyes widened, and he smiled. “What? Oh my gosh, that’s my favorite band!”
“What about Black Veil Brides?” Jodio bonded with him. “I was surprised to hear them in Saints Row the Third.”
“What? You play Saints Row also?”
Giorno couldn’t believe it. His question made the two closer. Trying to remain calm, he looked at his dad for guidance.
“Hold on,” Dio said. “Your username is NovemberStoner420. Does that mean you’re a stoner?”
“Yeah,” Jodio answered. “I only smoke weed, though.”
“Fugo would never date a stoner,” Giorno said.
“Dude, sorry for trying to steal him. Didn’t I say I thought you were his brother? Besides, Fugo’s username is PurpleHaze. He’s a stoner.”
“I’m not a stoner,” Fugo corrected. “I’ve never smoked weed in my life. My parents would disown me if I did. I just got that name from a song I heard my dad listened to once.”
“The waiter is here,” Dragona pointed out.
The waiter gave them their order, and everybody was quiet for now.
Giorno finished his chocolate crepe and continued interrogating Jodio, who was still eating his pancakes. “Are you a drug dealer?”
The question made Dragona spit out their drink, and Jodio almost choked on his food.
“Dude, would you just back off!” Jodio glared at him.
Fugo sighed. “Giorno, please, give it a rest. We’ll go somewhere nice. I promise.”
Barbara wanted to say something to Dio, but he had his arms crossed again, giving a stare at Jodio.
Dragona looked fed up until she noticed someone familiar coming to the cafe. “Jodio, it’s him!”
Jodio turned around in his seat and saw a guy with short dark green hair wearing sunglasses enter. He took his shades off, revealing his green eyes.
“Rohan Kishibe,” Giorno and Jodio said simultaneously.
“Hm? You know who that is?” Fugo questioned.
“He’s a mangaka,” Giorno answered. “What’s he doing here?”
“Vacationing, duh,” Jodio answered, annoying him. “I have to go to the bathroom.”
He got up from his seat and went to the bathroom. The mangaka followed him. Giorno followed, but he felt Dragona’s stare. He didn’t know when, but they were out of their seat and grabbed him before he could enter the bathroom.
“Where are you going?” they asked.
“To the bathroom.”
“You can’t go in there.”
“Why not?”
“You just can’t.”
“But I have to go now.”
“Then hold it.
“But I can’t.”
“Then piss outside.”
“That’s disgusting.”
“Not my problem.”
The two men who were in the bathroom got out. Rohan now had Jodio’s backpack.
“Hey, Mom, I want to return to the hotel,” Jodio said.
“You know what?” Barbara pushed Dio out of the seat, surprising him. “That sounds like a good idea. We’ll pay for our meal. Later.”
The three left Giorno, Dio, and Fugo alone.
“Well,” Dio said, “I think I’m done here.”
“No offense,” Fugo said, “but I felt both of you wanted to fight them.”
“Just Jodio,” Giorno said.
“Agreed, there’s something fishy about the backpack he had.” Dio got out of his seat. “Maybe I should’ve been nosy and checked what was inside. Oh well.”
Monday, April 17, 2023
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The Golden Miners - Chapter 3: Beach Episode
Giorno lay on the floor, covered in a soft orange blanket, still sleeping. The sun beams made it hard to stay asleep, and he tossed and turned, causing Fugo to groan and hug him. Giorno stopped wiggling to let him rest, but the sun wouldn’t allow Giorno to. Annoyed, he woke up, but Fugo wasn’t next to him. Instead, it was Narancia.
Giorno’s eyes were wide open. How did this happen? Never mind that. He tried to slip away, but Narancia held him tighter.
“Mista,” he said in his sleep.
There was no way Giorno was getting out of this. Or so he thought until Narancia tossed around, hugging Fugo instead. He got up and saw it, not getting jealous, but was unsure if he should wake up Narancia. The boy slept peacefully but drooled on the Fugo, but he didn’t like getting dirtied or slobbered on.
Then Fugo tossed around, hugging Mista. That’s when he realized something was wrong. Fugo woke up, looking at Giorno, who stood above him. “What?” He looked to his left and right. “How the—” He moved Narancia’s arm, got up, and looked at his boyfriend, concerned about his eye. “How’s your eye? It looks bruised.”
Giorno touched the area around his eye and felt a slight pain. “It’ll be fine.”
They heard Trish yawn and looked at her. She slept on the couch. “Oh, my back! Oh, good morning! Oh, Giorno, your eye!”
Sheila, who slept on a different couch, woke up soon after. “Morning. Ugh, I’m hungry.” She rubbed her eyes. “What do you—” She sniffed the air. “I smell coffee. Hold on. I’ll be back.” She got up and went into Narancia’s kitchen.
“We didn’t think about breakfast,” Trish said. “What will we eat today? Are we going to a restaurant? I hope Narancia wakes up soon.”
Sheila returned with a cup of coffee and sat on the couch. “Narancia’s dad made coffee if you guys want any.” On the coffee table was a TV remote. “These two won’t mind if I turn on the TV, do they?”
The three shrugged.
“Eh, I’ll turn on the TV, anyways. I’ll try not to be loud.”
She turned on the TV, which turned to the news, causing Narancia’s dad to walk into the living room despite the low volume.
“Could you leave it there?” he asked. “I need to know if there’s any traffic.” He snatched the remote before Sheila could answer and turned up the volume, causing Narancia and Mista to wake up.
“Ugh, what time is it?” Narancia said as he slowly stood up.
“It’s almost 7 AM,” his dad answered. “I should be ready to leave. Narancia, make sure to take your friends out for breakfast. I don’t want them to eat all the food we have.” He took out his wallet and handed his boy some cash. “Oh, and make sure you buy some toothpaste. We’re running low.” He left.
“Wow,” Sheila said. She then faced Narancia. “So, where are we eating?”
Narancia looked at the amount of money he had. “Probably McDonald’s.”
“Ugh, McDonald’s?” Giorno complained.
“Don’t McDonald’s from across the world have different menus?” Narancia looked at Fugo for answers.
“Well, yeah,” he said. “But you might as well have something at home. It’s not that good.”
“Come on! McDonald’s is the only place I can afford to buy food.”
“I guess I could try it,” Giorno said.
“Sweet! McDonald’s it is, then!” Narancia smiled.
“Should we brush our teeth now?” Mista asked. “I don’t eat breakfast anywhere else, but I at least brush my teeth before I head out.”
“We probably should,” Trish said. “I also need to put some makeup on Giorno before we leave.”
Narancia tried to avoid looking at his face. “I’m sorry about that.”
“It’s alright,” Giorno said. He then looked at his boyfriend. “Oh, Fugo, want me to wear the blue outfit today?”
-
After everyone brushed their teeth and changed clothes, they walked to McDonald’s. There wasn’t much on the menu, but Giorno got something that wasn’t a McMuffin.
“So,” Narancia started, looking at Giorno eat, “do you like it?”
Giorno had a pane al cioccolato, chocolate bread. “Um, it tastes like chocolate.” He also had a cup of coffee and took a sip. “Hmm, coffee isn’t my thing, though. I wonder where shall we head to?” he asked, looking at Fugo.
“The beach!” Trish interrupted.
Fugo frowned. “The beach? Really? I think—”
“That sounds like a great idea,” Giorno interrupted. “I wonder how the water feels like here.”
“Oho! You’ll love it!” Mista added. “Ah, I’d go, but my legs are tired from playing Just Dance yesterday and walking over here.”
“Ugh, same!” Narancia complained. “I’m never doing that again.”
“Giorno, are you sure you want to go to the beach?” Fugo asked.
“Yeah, of course! Besides, you’re probably tired of visiting these historical places you’ve already visited.”
“I was going to suggest heading to Museo Cappella Sansevero. But I never get tired of going to places I’ve seen. I’ll follow you anywhere.” He held Giorno’s hand under the table, slightly squeezing it.
“So,” Trish started, “Giorno, you have a swimsuit?”
“Of course I do.”
“Alright, so it’s just going to be us four.”
“Don’t drown out there,” warned Mista.
“Make that six,” Sheila said. “Clara is coming with Toto.”
“Toto?” Giorno questioned.
“That’s my dog.”
“Well, don’t let us keep you from going,” Narancia said. “I just texted my mom. She’s coming by to pick us up.”
-
Clara arrived at the McDonald’s to pick up Sheila, Trish, Fugo, and Giorno but dropped the blonds off at the mansion to prepare for the trip to the beach. Giorno brought some fruit and water, placing them in the cooler, and Fugo searched every room for sunscreen. They were ready to go, and Fugo texted Sheila.
“Hey,” Giorno spoke, “which beach are we heading to?”
Fugo asked Sheila through text where they were heading. “Spiaggia Miliscola.”
They waited for the girls to arrive and got in their car when they came, and Clara drove to the destination. The girls already had their swimsuits on. Trish had a light yellow ruffle two-piece swimsuit with white polka dots, and Sheila looked the same as usual except missing her loose coat. Clara only wore a plain green one-piece swimsuit, and Toto sat on Sheila’s lap.
Once they arrived at the beach, they picked a spot and planted their umbrella, chairs, and towels. The girls helped each other put on sunscreen while the blonds helped themselves. Since the blonds finished applying the sunscreen, they were about to head into the water until Sheila stopped them.
“Hey, Fugo, what do you have in your cooler?” she asked.
“Fruits. We brought grapes, apples, watermelon—”
“Watermelon? Can I have some?”
“Sure! Go nuts! We also brought some French mineral water.”
Trish looked at Fugo. “I am thirsty. Sheila, could you hand me a bottle?”
While the girls ate and drank, the boys went into the water.
“The water’s warm!” Giorno commented.
“I haven’t been to the beach in years,” Fugo said. “I don’t think Mother would’ve approved, but whatever.” He splashed water at him, damping his hair. “I’ve never seen you with wet hair before until now.”
Giorno splashed him. “Neither have I.”
“Hey, wait for me!” Sheila yelled at them.
“Didn’t you just eat?” Giorno asked. “You’ll get a cramp.”
“I think that’s a myth,” Fugo informed him. “Then again, I could be wrong. My parents made me focus on law, not health.”
“I’m not going that deep into the water,” she said. “Trish, you coming?”
“Alright!” Trish hurried to Sheila’s side.
“Clara, what about you?”
“I need to watch the dog,” she said.
The girls joined the blonds, swimming and playing around for a while. However, they forgot Trish applied makeup on Giorno to cover his bruised eye. It went unnoticed until Fugo went to kiss him.
“Oh no,” Fugo said. “We forgot!”
“Your bruise!” Trish panicked. “I didn’t bring my makeup with me!”
“Just look like an emo for now.”
“An emo?” questioned Giorno. “I doubt an emo would be at the beach.”
“Shoot, how will we explain this?” Sheila asked.
“I don’t know,” Fugo said. “Does it hurt still?”
“If I touch it.”
“This looks bad for you, Fugo,” Trish said. “They’ll think you’re an abuser.”
“But I didn’t do it!” he yelled. “It’s Narancia’s fault!”
“Quiet, you two!” Sheila demanded. “Two people are approaching my sister. One is some guy with tattoos on his arms and pink hair. The other guy has short white hair and is buff, like a bodybuilder. They’re holding hands.”
“Pink hair?” Trish looked at the couple. Clara said something to them, causing the buff guy to panic. The pink-haired guy looked confused. “I wasn’t going to ask that pink-haired guy something, but he looks way too young to—”
“Trish, I think you should give that a rest.”
“What’s going on?” Giorno asked.
“Nothing, it’s nothing.” Trish frowned.
The more Giorno spent time with Fugo’s friends, the more curious he got. “Let’s get out of the water. We’ve been soaking long enough.”
“Huh? What about your bruise?” Sheila asked.
“We can’t hide it.” Giorno got out of the water.
Clara focused on Toto until she heard someone approaching her again. “Oh, Giorno—what happened to your eye? Did Sheila hit you? I thought bruises show up in a day or two.”
“Narancia accidentally hit me. I’ll be drying up here.” Giorno sat on his towel, grabbing grapes and a bottled glass of water from the cooler.
Fugo and the others got out of the water and joined him. Trish sat on a chair and read a book from her bags, and Sheila tried to build a house made out of sand for Toto.
“Hey, sis,” Sheila said, still focused on her building, “who were those two you were talking with?”
“I don’t know the pink-haired guy,” Clara answered, “but the guy he was with is Risotto Nero.” She sighed. “He’s one of Illuso’s friends.”
“A friend of Illuso?” Sheila’s brows furrowed, and she revealed her teeth. She looked ready to bite someone. “Grr, a friend of Illuso is an enemy of mine!”
“This isn’t helping!” Clara covered her face and started crying.
Sheila felt bad and continued building the dog house.
“Don’t worry,” consoled Trish, who brought out her phone. “Illuso will be a social pariah after the callout post I made on Tumblr and Twitter. No one will want to hang out with an abuser.”
“What!” She stopped crying. “Take that down right now! You’ll get in trouble for that!”
“I don’t understand. I thought you hated him.”
“I do, but don’t spread lies! Take it down, now!”
“Alright. There, it’s gone.” Trish showed her phone to Clara.
Fugo brought his phone out from the bag. “It’s gone. I don’t see it.”
“What’s going on?” whispered Giorno.
“Illuso broke up with Clara, and she won’t get over it,” he whispered. “Rumor has it that Illuso realized that he’s gay. I think she should get over it.”
“But did he abuse her?”
“No! I don’t think so.”
They spent a few more minutes at the beach until it was time to head home. Trish and the others took a photo before they left and posted it on Instagram. Clara dropped off the boys and drove off. Fugo and Giorno headed to the mansion and noticed a small box. Fugo opened it, and it was their Assassin’s Creed original characters.
“Huh, Scolippi must’ve been here,” Giorno said.
“Let’s put this inside.”
The two entered the mansion, heading to the room. Fugo placed the sculpture on the nightstand, and Giorno went into the bathroom to shower.
“You think we should make a vlog?” Fugo asked, waiting for Giorno to get out of the shower.
“That’s fine, but aren’t we on summer vacation?” Giorno shouted so he could hear him.
“We need to make views somehow while we’re vacationing.”
“Why don’t you schedule some videos?”
“I did, but I didn’t think how quickly time passed. I did think of making more, but I wanted a break.”
The shower stopped, and Giorno slightly peeped out from the door. “Alright, then, let’s make a vlog.”
“Right.”
After Fugo took his shower, the two talked about how their vacation went and discussed their plans for the next four days before Giorno had to go home. The thought of Giorno leaving had upset Fugo, causing his boyfriend to kiss him.
“Feeling better now?” Giorno asked.
“Could I have a little more?”
Giorno smiled and attacked him with kisses.
“Want me to edit that out?” Fugo asked.
“I don’t mind if people see us.”
“I’d like to keep it, but YouTube would probably take it down. Ugh, I wish there was a better platform to post on.” He frowned but smiled soon after. “Want to try Dead Island? I’ve never tried it before.”
“Neither have I. Is it okay if I record us playing it? We could post it on the group channel.”
“Alright, but I’m not editing it.”
“Don’t worry. Just post the video privately then we’ll edit it whenever we feel like it.”
Tuesday, April 11, 2023
I Could Use a Wish Right Now - Chapter 2
When Ashley was on Eden Prime, she wished Shepard was alive. Unexpectedly, her wish came true when she saw her on Horizon. Ashley was happy but confused. It hurt when she argued with her about Cerberus.
And she did it again on Mars, but she apologized for everything at the hospital when she recovered.
They were on Eden Prime again. Cerberus discovered a Prothean artifact and occupied the colony. Liara, Ashley, and Shepard were there to save everyone again, finding a pod like the ones on Ilos. However, Cerberus came and attacked, but the three triumphed as always.
After the battle, Shepard dragged herself to her room. Ashley followed, concerned about her condition. Shepard seemed exhausted more than usual.
“Shepard, how are you holding up?”
She plopped herself at her desk. “Exhausted, tired. I can never catch a break, can I?”
Ashley sat on the bed. “Do you wish you hadn’t saved me from that beacon?”
“I don’t know if you’d survive or not. Liara said something about having mental strength.”
“You don’t think I’m mentally strong?”
“That’s not what I said.” Shepard turned her chair to face her.
“You sure Liara said that? You look like shit.”
“I don’t know anything about mental fortitude, but”—Shepard joined Ashley on the bed and lay down—“I could rest.”
Ashley lay down with her, watching the stars go by as the ship moved. “Hey, Shepard.”
“Yes?”
“Could we cuddle?” Ashley liked her, but Shepard never made any moves toward her. Maybe she was so duty-bound to give romance a try.
Shepard giggled. “Do you have a crush on me?”
“M-maybe.”
She giggled again. “It’s fine. I like you too. I’m sorry for all those times we could’ve spent together but never did.”
“I’m sorry, too, for everything.”
They embraced in bed, getting a well-deserved rest.
Monday, April 10, 2023
I Could Use a Wish Right Now - Chapter 1
Ashley lay in luscious fields of grass, eyes glued to the sky, watching ships pass by. Eden Prime was dreamlike, and people would’ve died to come here. And that’s what happened that fateful day.
She shuddered, thinking about how the geth wiped out her unit and how she was the sole survivor. At least she got to meet Shepard, a fearless and kind woman.
Ashley sat straight. If she were still alive, Eden Prime would’ve been less a nightmare and more of a dream. Maybe they could’ve been more than friends.
A ship flew by.
“Come back to me, Shepard.”
Sunday, April 9, 2023
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