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Haruno climbed onto his “bed” which was a old mattress on the floor with a small blanket that barely covered him. He laid his down on an uncovered pillow. At age 6 he was fully aware that his life was different than other kids and his circumstances were not favourable. He would often be remind that his life was not as bad as the boys and girls that slept on street, by the very people that made his and their own life like this. Haruno was very sad child but he never cried, his tears dried up long ago, both hos mother and step father had made it very clear that crying was not tolerated.
Suddenly he heard a banging at the door, it stopped and he heard his mother say something but couldn’t make out what. The banging started again but this time when the banging stopped it was followed by the sound of wood being smashed. The door had been punched open. Haruno wasn’t stupid there was someone here someone who he should probably be afraid of. He didn’t dare make a pep, if the person didn’t know he was here than he was safe.
Next the terrible sound of his stepfather’s voice yelled
“who the fuck are you! Leave my fucking house right now!”
The person didn’t say anything there was only silence, and then without warning there was a smash, glass shattered and his steph father screamed in pain. Finally the man spoke.
“Where is here?”
Haruno froze, he was going to be ratted out, he knew his mother would not hesitate to save herself. The clicking of the persons shoes came closer and closer and closer. His bedroom door squeaked.
“Turn around let me see your face” Haruno follow his instructions, he was absolutely paralyzed with fear.
“I am not going to hurt you. I am your father”
“My father?” Haruno’s voice was weak and timed.
“Yes” His Father confirmed. Without thinking Haruno got up and fished for something in a shitty excuse for a dresser. He grabbed a photo and stretched out his arms trying to give the man the picture.
“This is you?”
The picture matched his father and it even had a signature, DIO it wrote. He took the photo from Haruno small hands
“Yes this is me”.
“Well come on” Dio started to walk away, but stopped when he realized Haruno wasn’t following.
“Come on now”. When Haruno still didn’t move, he walked back and lifted him up.
He rested Haruno on his at so that he was at eye level. They left Haruno’s room and thats were Haruno’s mom was on her knees.
“Please Lord Dio please spare me please have mercy pl-“
“spare me from your pleading, it’s not my decision it is my son’s”
She turned her attention to Haruno, “please baby don’t let him kill me please you mommy loves you very much please don’t let your mommy die-“
“She’s lying” Haruno turned to face his father.
“Oh?”
“She doesn’t love me, she just doesn’t wanna die”
“Yes I do baby I just didn’t-“ tried to protest
“Don’t lie, I know you don’t”
“What a cruel mother you are if I had know about your ways of raising my son I would have come for him much earlier, it was foolish of me too give you the luxury of raising a child of Dio. Son what is your decision”
Haruno looked at him he didn’t need to speak Dio knew what his decision.
Within a second Haruno’s mom was lifeless on the floor, blood leaked from her body.
“Lets leave”
“No wait! I forgot something”
Dio let Haruno down and he ran back into his room, he followed him and watch him search for something, finally he pulled something that was buried in his dresser. Haruno pulled a small froggy plush and showed it to his father.
“oh a frog”
“Yes!”
“his name is frog and I hid him because he would get taken away”
“Oh I see, is there anything else you need before we go?”
“No”
“alright well let use leave” Dio picked up Haruno once more. They left the small apartment and headed down the stairs outside towards the a large black car.
Haruno admired the car it was much fancier than anything he was used.
Haruno was let down and he climbed into the backseat. His father sat down beside him. Haruno gave him a smile
“fancy!”
“Yes it is isn’t it”
“Haruno that is your name isn’t it?” Haruno looked away
“yeah” Dio noticed the dislike for his name in his voice.
“Do you not like that like that name? Would you like me to call you a different name”
Haruno paused and thought.
“I like the name Giorno will you call me that”
“Yes Giorno is a lovely name I quite like it”
Giorno smiled once again.
Giorno had been starting out the window for a while when he gave a big yawn. He stretched out his arms, he then went back to staring.
“Come Giorno we have much more to travel and the night is still young, it’s time for you to rest your eyes” Giorno looked around
“where?”
“You are small enough to lay down in this car, are you not?”
“Oh yeah ok”
Giorno layed his head on Dios leg. Dio froze
“Oh Giorno I-“
“Good night” Giorno have his dad a sleepy smile.
“Good night Giorno” Giorno held frog closed and rubbed his face into it.
As he fell a sleep Giorno felt a large warm material being placed on him. He let his eniter body be covered by the warmth.
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When Giorno awoke he found himself in a very large bed, and swaddled in a magenta cape. Giorno looked around the but found it too dark to see much. He free his arm from the lose swaddle and felt the bedding. The fitted sheet was silky and the comforter was airy but cozy, it was the most comfy bed he had been in. He unwrapped himself from the swaddle fully but stayed in the bed. Giorno laid his head down into the pillow. He snuggled himself in the bed further. He turned head and found frog right beside him.
“Frog!” He grabbed the plushie and hugged it tight.
“this bed is so nice”
“Im glad you like it” His father voice came from the door way. He stepped into the room and sat down on the bed beside him.
“I trust you had a good rest Giorno”
“yes I feel really good”
“wonderful”
“oh wait is this cap yours?” Giorno pull the cape out from under the covers.
“Yes it is, thank you for returning it”
Dio took the cape from his sons small hands.
“Giorno are you in full readiness to meet your brothers”
“I have brothers?”
“Yes, and you are my eldest”
“oh wow, well I think I am ready”
“ excellent I will get them now”
With a few minutes Dio returned
“Giorno these are brothers”
he stepped aside to reveal his younger brothers.
“Hello” greeted politely. A look of confusing came over his brothers face. One of them turned to his father and spoke a language he could not understand, Dio responded back in the same unfamiliar language.
“Boys your eldest brother speaks Italian, he canon understand-“
“wait I thought I was the eldest!” Donatello cut his father off.
“Dad he doesn’t even look like you! How can he be the eldest?”
“Unfortunately Donatello I cannot control the appearance of my children and the order in which they were born”
Donatello cross his arms and humphed.
“As i was saying, Giorno cannot understand English, he will be learning very soon but I expect all of you to do your best to make him feel welcome and included in your conversations”.
Dio turned to Giorno who looked very confused.
“Giorno your brothers speak english, that is why you can’t understand what they are saying”
“Oh, how will we communicate if we don’t speak the same language?”
“You will learn how to speak English, but in the meantime your brothers will do their best to include you regardless of the language barrier”
“Oh”
Before Dio could say anything else Rikiel ran and jumped up on the bed.
“Hello!” He gave Giorno a big hug. Giorno was a little shocked, he gave Rikiel a little pat on the back on the back, rikiel pulled away smiling.
“Rikiel” he pointed to himself.
“Rikiel” Giorno repeated.
“Giorno?” Rikiel pointed to Giorno.
“Giorno” he confirmed.
“Donatello” he pointed at Donatello.
“Donatello”
Lastly he pointed at the youngest of all of them
“Ungalo”
“Ungalo” Rikiel gave Giorno another big simile, he lifted up his hand for a high five, Giorno reciprocated with a gentle one.
“Oh! Giorno we have to go to the library” He hopped down and pulled Giorno along. Before they left the room Dio stopped them and spoke to Giorno so he wouldn’t be confused
“Rikiel vuole mostrarti la biblioteca”
(Rikiel wants to show you the library).
And with that all four boy ran of to the personal library. Rikiel pulled out a picture book at showed it to his brothers
“lets look at this!” He sat down and his brothers followed suit. They admired each page letting everyone look the page over before turning to the next.
The 4 boys each came from different home and all had different pasts. But all came together for a simple picture book.