What a Beautiful Wind

Author's Notes: While I've borrowed some aspects from Purple Haze Feedback for this story, do not expect it to line up with its continuity. My first few chapters for this will likely be short, working as setup for the individual groups in play, but I hope to eventually write out longer chapters closer to the end.

"Hey, Giorno," Mista started, "I get that you're looking for someone, but why did we fly all the way to Japan by ourselves? You're the Boss now, this is something that someone else would gladly do for you."

Giorno looked around the city square as he answered. "Sending goons out could draw too much attention, and groups that are aware of our actions could misread our intentions."

Mista waved his hand, "Yeah, but… wouldn't the head of the mob going to a random town in Japan raise a bigger red flag?"

Trish chimed in as she caught up with them, holding a hand out towards Mista. "Giorno said his mother is Japanese, Mista."

Mista reached into the turtle in his bag, pulling out a bottle of mineral water and handing it off to her. "I don't see what that has to do with any of this! The Boss is still running around some random town along the coast in another country!"

"Yes, but it could be rationalized as him looking to meet up with extended family, or even just visiting a place he has a heritage with."

Mista paused for a moment. "I suppose that would make some sense… but it still doesn't stop people from targeting us in the meantime!"

A muffled voice came from Mista's bag. "I believe that's what you're here for, Monsieur. Also, I should inform you that Number One and Number Two have opened your luggage and began working with the others at tearing open the salami that you packed for the trip."

As Mista stopped and began scrambling to reach into his bag to stop them, Trish walked closer to Giorno. "Although, I'm not sure why you had my manager set up a show here, along with having me fly with you instead of coming traveling with my band. They did end up getting delayed, so in the end it saved me a lot of boredom having to wait out at some airport. But I can't even speak Japanese, and I doubt that many people around here speak Italian, so this show is probably going to flop."

"That's what your manager told you then?" Giorno paused as he finally spotted their hotel, talking as they walked in. "Your manager was already setting a show up here before I came in. Most likely, he realized his oversight after already sinking the investment on this show, and used me as an excuse for why you were coming here. I only went to ask about better hotels in the area since he's set up international tours before."

"Really? We just happened to have the same destination?"

"I've asked several members of Passione, and many of them seem to think that stand users are drawn together like magnets through some kind of fate. Take it as you will, fate or some effect of the evolution brought about by the arrow, but either way it likely wasn't just a coincidence that we all ended up here. Although, either way, it's good to see you again Trish. I've heard that your band has been making quite a name for themselves."

"And I've heard that you've been making big strides towards filtering out drug distribution in the mafia." she looked down somberly, "My drummer has the marks on his arm still… he told us that his former dealers brought him to a building where mob men and unofficial doctors were working, a place where they helped him get away from his habits."

"Just taking the drugs off the street wouldn't do anyone any good. The withdraw from having a supply cut off could kill someone, especially a child that's addicted. It's taking quite a bit of mob funds to do, but the rehabilitation centers are the first step towards improving the mob and Italy." Giorno stood with Trish by the elevator. Mista, having finally wrestled the food away from Sex Pistols, walked to the service desk and was working at getting their room keys. "But it hasn't been easy. Not everyone is actually buying that I'm the Boss. The sudden change in priorities doesn't help my case, but anyone smart enough to realize it is also smart enough to realize that since the 'real Boss' hasn't tried to stop me, he's likely dead, with myself being the person most likely to have killed him." Giornor turned towards her. "Can you still sense him?"

Trish nodded her head lightly. "Yeah, I can. I don't know what kind of hell he's living now that your Gold Experience Requiem is putting him through, but… after what he's done, it's almost comforting to sense that he's still alive, since it means that he's still being punished, if that makes sense."

After a great amount of arguing from the counter, a defeated Mista joined the others, the three of them riding the elevator up to the fourth floor, using their key to unlock the door to room forty-four. As Mista argued with Trish at the entrance to the room about whether or not he would go in, Giorno walked over to the window, looking out over the town around them. "Morioh, huh? It certainly looks like a beautiful town." Giorno opened a drawer and pulled a tourist guide from it. "Mista, tell the person at the desk that we found a rat in our room, that should get us a decent room change." As he spoke, he got to work, Gold Experience Requiem emerging from his psyche and giving life to that which had none.