My name is Enrico Pucci, priest of Green Dolphin Street Prison. This time, my target is a child named Giorno Giovanna.
To help my close friend Dio regain his memories, I began investigating anything that could restore them. Through my relentless efforts, I finally found his long-lost biological son.
Now, I have boarded a flight to Italy and am heading to Giorno's home to bring him to the Land of Cherry Blossoms—hoping the connection of blood might restore Dio's memories.
...
"So you're saying this 13-year-old kid is my Dio's son?" Veins bulged on Diego's forehead; his eyelids twitched nonstop. His voice carried barely suppressed rage. "Enrico Pucci, I'm seriously starting to suspect your brain is broken. I'm only 18—where the hell would I get a son this old?"
Inside Morioh, Diego and Giorno Giovanna stared at each other—big eyes glaring into small eyes.
Beside them stood Pucci, constantly smiling apologetically and trying to smooth things over.
"And how could my son dress this flashy? His entire chest is exposed!" Diego sized him up for a moment, pointed at Giorno in front of him—the boy in a pink suit with a heart-shaped chest opening and two ladybug decorations, looking every bit the delinquent youth—and shouted loudly, "Wryyyyy—! I'm leaving right now!"
"Father, to be honest, I dress this way because I want to become a mafia superstar." Giorno silently raised one hand to speak, then looked toward Pucci with a wronged expression, uneasy. "Uncle Pucci, does my father… not like me?"
"Wait—my close friend, he really is your blood! I checked! The moment The World returned to the world, Giorno also awakened his Stand simultaneously through the blood connection!" The nephew-obsessed Pucci grabbed Diego's leg in one hug and was dragged step by step along the ground as he desperately tried to stop Diego from leaving. "Close friend! You and I are both Stand users. Even if you don't believe it—can't you feel the connection between Stands?!"
"Let go of me! Let go!"
Diego had received excellent anti-PUA education.
"Close friend—summon your Stand!"
Under Pucci's relentless clinging, Diego sighed helplessly. To avoid trouble, he didn't call out The World—instead he summoned Scary Monsters.
OK—this should scare the kid off, right?!
After half-dragon transformation, Diego confidently turned back—only to see Giorno staring at his dinosaur tail with sparkling eyes.
Huh?!
Why is this kid even more interested now?!
In Giorno's mind, he was already fantasizing about becoming a gang superstar and wrapping this tail—fully marked with "Dio"—around his neck like a scarf.
It looks so domineering—definitely intimidating to subordinates…
I want it…
Pucci was stunned. Are dinosaurs also beings who can ascend to heaven?
"Dio—call out The World!" He wiped cold sweat and reminded him, then looked at Giorno. "Little Giorno, summon your Gold Experience and let your father see."
"Oh—okay, Uncle Pucci." Giorno nodded, expression turning serious. "Gold Experience!"
"Muda!"
"Close friend~" Pucci called softly again, full of suggestion.
That tone successfully disgusted Diego. He was forced to summon The World.
"Mudadamuda!"
The two Stands locked eyes—and immediately embraced each other tightly.
The World floated beside Diego, patted his shoulder, and gave a thumbs-up: "Mudadamuda! (It's definitely my son!)"
The World… you damned traitor—didn't you see I don't want to acknowledge that vampire's son?!
Similarly, Gold Experience gave Giorno a thumbs-up: "Muda! Muda! (It's definitely my father!)"
"Alright! To celebrate your father-son reunion, let's go have a meal!" Pucci smiled with relief. "I've reserved a private room—plenty of space. If you get tired from eating, you can just sleep there. We can even play some little games~~"
Hearing "on me," Diego raised an eyebrow, silently retracted his step, and happily followed behind Pucci.
Once inside the private room, Pucci ordered a table full of lavish dishes and grandly called for several cases of alcohol.
"Alright—today we're gathered here by fate. I'll just say a few simple words. To put it bluntly… I'm just talking for nothing…"
"…Anyway, today is a day worth commemorating. We won't stop until we're drunk!"
"Of course—little Giorno isn't allowed to drink. You can have juice."
Pucci raised his glass, clinked with Diego and Giorno, and downed it in one go.
Hey hey hey—is a man of the cloth really leading the charge in breaking vows by drinking?
Diego mentally complained. He had always somewhat rejected and disliked alcohol. Under the influence of Heavenly Restriction, no matter how much he drank, alcohol couldn't affect him—he simply couldn't get drunk.
After three rounds of drinks, Pucci—being a man of the cloth—got drunk after just a couple glasses and passed out asleep on the sofa.
At some point, Diego and Giorno had ended up sitting side by side. Diego—holding to the principle of not wasting—finished off all the remaining alcohol and dishes.
"Giorno, look—look at this Pucci. Just a few cans and he's already drunk." Diego held the last bottle and chugged it down, pointing at Enrico Pucci and starting to roast him. "Boxer briefs! Boxer briefs! Seriously so lame!"
"Uncle Pucci is super lame!"
Giorno and Diego slung arms around each other's shoulders. Under the atmosphere, the two dick-energy creatures inexplicably got hyped up and soon started calling each other brothers.
Hearing Giorno's words, Diego looked at him with interest and teased, "From the sound of it, you're pretty brave, huh?"
"Are you kidding? I'm super brave, okay? I can drink like crazy!" Giorno downed another gulp of juice. Since he wasn't drinking alcohol anyway, he could brag however he wanted.
Slap!
"Super good at drinking—pretty brave~" Diego slapped Giorno's thigh. "Nice build too—pretty solid. As expected of my Dio's son!"
"Father!"
"My son!"
"Father!"
"My son!"
As everyone knows—once two dick-energy creatures gather, they go completely out of control.
The two hugged each other and wailed dramatically, inexplicably completing the recognition ceremony.
This Diego Brando is going to acknowledge that vampire's son after all!
"Giorno my son—you've suffered so much all these years outside. Your father has nothing to compensate you with…" Diego wiped tears from the corner of his eye, reached behind him, pulled out a doughnut, and handed it to Giorno. "So I'll just compensate you with this."
Giorno froze, blinked, took the doughnut, and started munching. "Chew chew… it's really good. But why give me a doughnut?"
"Huh? With those three doughnuts on your head I thought you liked them…" Diego blinked, expression ugly and conflicted. "I even took out my treasured little bread I'd been saving for years…"
"…"
? Three doughnuts?
Giorno wasn't laughing.
"Ahem—enough joking." Diego straightened his expression, took out a check, wrote a long string of numbers with a flourish, and stuffed it into Giorno's hand. "I heard from Pucci—you've been working as a taxi driver to make a living, right?"
"Mm."
Giorno nodded.
"Kids should enjoy their childhood carefree. Plus, didn't you say you want to become a gang superstar? How can you do that without starting capital? Take this money—if you're going to dance yangge, dance the flashiest one!"
"My son Giorno has the aura of a superstar!"
No no no—I clearly said if I become a mafia superstar…
What kind of unreliable father is this…
Better give the check back. After all, scamming foreigners as a black-car driver can still earn quite a lot.
Giorno shook his head. Casually glancing down at the amount on the check—
Ones, tens, hundreds, thousands, ten thousands, hundred millions—Dad! My dearest father!!!
Who's still driving a black taxi?!
(In Koichi Hirose's wallet and luggage at school suddenly felt much lighter.)
"Father—you really are the best father in the world. I love you, Father." Giorno wept tears of joy and began singing shamelessly. "Always taking from you yet never saying thank you~~"
"Don't call me father so many times—it feels gross." Diego's face was expressionless. With one hand he pushed away the overly excited Giorno who was trying to hug him. "Also—has anyone ever told you that you sing off-key?"
"No… my classmates at school all say I play piano really nicely…"
"That's completely different, okay? But… Giorno, since you rarely come here, let me take you to play something really fun♂."
Diego suddenly had a great idea.
"A game? What kind of game? More fun than becoming a mafia superstar?"
Facing Giorno's question, Diego didn't answer. Instead he let the boy feel his father's solid chest for the first time—scooped him up in one hug and sprinted outside.
A long while later, Diego stopped in front of a convenience store.
Ka-ching…
Diego dropped two coins. The machine's startup music played in his ears.
"What do you call your dad's dad? Your dad's dad is grandpa~"
"Hahahahaha—Giorno, come play!" Diego laughed wildly and eagerly sat on the ride-on toy. He casually dissed Josuke along the way. "This Dio is way better at raising kids than that old bastard Jotaro! Can Jotaro do this? Can he? No he can't! Only this Dio can do it—there's nothing this Dio can't do!!! Wryyyyyyy!!!"
Giorno's face instantly darkened. He stood motionless in front of the machine.
So embarrassing…
"What are you doing? Don't worry about others being jealous of you—with this Dio here!" Diego summoned The World and pulled Giorno onto the ride. "Father and son go to battle together!"
One minute later…
"Hahahahahahaha!!!"
"Hahahahahahaha!!!"
The two had the time of their lives.
Until a mother and son passed by on the opposite side of the road. The little boy glanced at them, turned to his mom, and asked, "Mom, why are they still playing ride-on toys when they're so big?"
"Kid, don't look—you'll get styes. Those aren't normal people." The mother covered her son's eyes and hurried away.
"..."
For the first time in his life, Diego hated his sharp hearing so much. He immediately decided to take Giorno to the amusement park.
Definitely not because he'd never played there before and wanted to death!
...
Happy times always pass so quickly. A day went by. The supposedly awakened Pucci discovered he'd been left behind and—jealous of Giorno—sped up time.
Near dusk, Diego escorted Giorno onto the ship back home.
After the 13-year-old boy stepped onto the deck one step at a time, Diego felt a rare reluctance. Concerned, he asked, "You're leaving already? Won't you stay a few more days?"
Giorno scratched the back of his head and smiled. "Of course not. After all, I'm still a student. If I take too much leave, what if I can't get into a good high school for entrance exams?"
"Then study hard. If you run into any trouble becoming a mafia superstar, just call this Dio. You don't need to push yourself too hard—your dad has plenty of power. No matter what enemy it is, I'll crush them for you to see."
Giorno smiled knowingly and nodded.
"Okay, Father. You can see me off here."
After spending the day together, this father he'd never met before wasn't as terrifying as he'd imagined. Giorno couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
"Bon voyage, Giorno." Diego looked reluctant. From the pouch inside Silver Bullet, he took out a Cosmic Stone ring and pressed it into Giorno's hand. "If you ever run into trouble, just hold this ring and call me. No matter what it is—this Dio will settle it for you."
Otherwise, why do they say a child is always a father's weakness?
"Thank you, Father."
Giorno stared at the ring in his hand and silently gripped it once more.
After the ship carrying Giorno disappeared over the horizon, Diego stopped waving. His gaze gradually turned cold.
Hmph! Something called Passione, huh?
Let the little dinosaur collect intel for a while first. Once the timing is right—I'll package it all up and give it to my kid as a meeting gift.
Far away in Italy, the boss of Passione—the pink octopus—suddenly felt his heart gripped tightly by a dinosaur claw.
...
My name is Giorno Giovanna. Just today, a strange priest barged into my house.
He said he knew my father—and that my father had lost his memories for various reasons and needed me to help restore them.
"Hey, Uncle Pucci—you've met my father before, right? What kind of person is my dad?"
"Your father… big eyes, long eyelashes, high nose bridge, likes to grin wide, angular face full of divine radiance. He studied law in school, often says things full of life philosophy. He used to be very afraid of the sun, but now he's back to normal…"
Uncle Pucci is just lying. My father is just a loud, shouty guy who loves yelling "wryyyyy" all the time.
But unexpectedly… he's a good father…
It's just a shame he couldn't regain his memories…
On the ship home, sea wind blowing across Giorno's face, he smiled knowingly and quietly tucked the ring away.
Today's result: SPW Foundation—loss!
(What the hell is this tens of millions in expenses?! What do you mean "compensation money for my son"?!)