Everyone knew of Italia, one of the five kingdoms of Remnant, between Vacuo and Vale. It was well known place, due to how beautiful it was. The cities were ancient masterpieces, and the architecture is wonderful to view. The waters are crystal clear, and the skies are bright and blue.

But there was perhaps one thing that detracted the whole beauty. Of all the five kingdoms, Italia had the largest crime rate to exist. There were muggings, robbery, drugs, rape and murder.

And the city also hosted the largest crime organization in Remnant, which even the White Fang pales in comparison to; Passione.

Why, you may ask? Well, Passione consists of several dangerous figures, who have all weaponized their aura into a new form; The Stand.

Stands have dated back to several decades ago, the most prominent users being the Joestar bloodline. Jotaro Kujo is feared by many due to his incredible power.

The stand is powerful, because it's a form of discard and draw. In exchange for giving up your aura's defense, you gain a fighting spirit that's far stronger than most humans and grimm. They can withdraw their stands to regain their aura, and effectively use their stand's ability as a semblance.

Safe to say, Italia was a beautiful, and a dangerous place.

This city, was the home of a young man with a dream.

Giorno Giovanna, son of Dio Brando.

It was unknown how his mother managed to give birth to him, as Dio usually saw women as nothing more than tools or food. But regardless, Giorno was born, but his childhood was the furthest thing from happy. His mother was neglectful, often leaving him alone, even when he was two years old. They didn't live in the best conditions, as Vacuo's lower class was not a very good place for a young boy. His mother would eventually marry an Italian man, which gave him a new nationality. They moved to Italia, but young Giorno's life just seemed to get worse.

His stepfather would beat him, and as a result, Giorno adopted a passive expression and hid his emotions to avoid gaining much attention. He would try to read other people's emotions, but his emotionless attitude just subjected him to being outcast by children, and ignored. Eventually, Giorno began to believe he was the lowest of scum to walk the Earth, and would inevitably become just as twisted as the criminals in Italia.

Until one event changed his life forever.

On his way back home from school, he saw a man in a ditch, bleeding and barely conscious. A bunch of other men came in from the other side of the alleyway, seemingly looking for him. They asked Giorno where the man was.

And Giorno lied, pointing in the opposite direction.

He felt no fear. He just thought that the man in the ditch seemed alone and lonely, just like him.

Thankfully, the man was hidden behind the grass, which had suddenly grown taller.

This was due to Giorno's stand ability, but Giorno did not know of Gold Experience yet, so he did it subconsciously.

Two months after this event, Giorno met the man again, who thanked him, swearing that he would never forget what Giorno did for him.

Since then, Giorno's father stopped hitting him, and the mean kids changed their tune.

The man Giorno saved was a gangster. The man would always just quietly watch over him. Despite Giorno being a child that always tried to read other people's moods, the man treated him with respect as a human being. Giorno learned how to trust others, a natural trait that should have been learned from his parents, from silent interactions with a stranger.

But the man acted somewhat cruelly, determined not to drag Giorno into the world of gangsters. When he killed a drug dealer, the drug dealer's son wanted to kill him in return for revenge. The man handled the situation coolly, resulting in the son bursting into tears, calling the gangster scum.

But Giorno didn't think that the man was scum in the least. Bizarrely, the gangs that committed crimes and broke the law were what straightened out Giorno's heart. In a city where politicians were corrupt and police didn't protect the weak, Giorno Giovanna found his reason to live.

Rather than look up to a player in Serie A, he wanted to become a Gang-Star!

And so, Giorno began his ambition to rise through the ranks of Passione.

But first, he would have to join them. After a lengthy trial, he had become a member. He was set to work under Bruno Bucciarati, and they were on their way to meet Bruno's team.

Giorno and Bruno were walking down the streets of Italia, when Giorno noticed something in the same alleyway that he had saved the gangster that had changed his life.

There was a girl there, slowly breathing, and holding several gunshot wounds.

Bruno didn't seem to notice her, but Giorno did.

"Bucciarati." Giorno said, getting the gangsters attention. "Can you go on ahead? I forgot something."

Bruno stared at Giorno for a second, before he nodded.

"Alright, Giorno. I gave you the address earlier. Just make sure to be there before an hour passes."

With that, Bruno left, and Giorno turned his eyes to the injured girl. But before he could make any movements, he heard the shouting of men that were coming down the street. When they rounded the corner, Giorno noticed they all had white masks and hoods on.

White Fang.

"Search everywhere! The traitor couldn't have gotten that far!"

Giorno's eyes widened, as he quickly gave a side glance to the girl. He noticed that she wore a black bow, which was still upright, instead of bending slightly. Giorno immediately understood her situation.

"Gold Experience!" He whispered.

The stand quickly punched the ground, causing bushes to rise and hide her, before the stand returned to Giorno.

"Hey you!"

One of the thugs of the White Fang called to Giorno, before walking up to him with the rest of his allies. "Have you seen a black haired girl anywhere?"

In his head, Giorno smirked. He found it hilarious that it was the exact same situation he had found himself in years ago.

And so, he lied once again, pointing in the opposite direction.

But the White Fang wasn't as dumb as the random gangsters.

"We're not fools. We came in from every direction so she couldn't escape."

One of them grabbed Giorno by his collar.

"Tell us where she is, or your life is forfeit."

SNAP!

The White Fang goon that grabbed Giorno was suddenly screaming in pain, as Gold Experience grabbed his hand and squeezed, crushing most of his fingers.

"Here's a better idea, you all can leave right now, or you'll regret it for your very short lives."

"Shit! A stand-user!"

"And since you know that, I can assume you know what this is?"

Giorno pulled something out of his pocket, a golden badge. The White Fang members paled.

"That's right." Giorno said, voice low. "I'm a member of Passione. Now, if you refuse to get off of our territory..."

He threw one of them into the wall, where he screamed, but quickly got back up.

"...you will all die."

They all looked panicked and ran away. Giorno smirked, before slipping his badge back into his pocket.

"Complete cowards."

He turned his attention back to the wounded girl.

Giorno approached her, pushing the bushes aside, before he knelt down. She had long black hair and was fairly beautiful. She seemed to be around two years older than him, though she was slightly shorter than he was.

The girl opened her eyes and saw Giorno. They were of a golden color. Slightly alarmed, she moved her arm, slowly reaching for her weapon. Giorno rose both his hands.

"It's alright. I'm here to help you."

Gold Experience materialized and put his hand on the bullet wounds. There was a glow as Giorno transformed the bullets into the parts of the body they had originally destroyed. When it faded, the girl gasped, her breathing much better.

"Are you alright now?" Giorno asked her, as he sat down next to her.

"Y-yes. Who are you?" She asked.

"My name is Giorno Giovanna."

"...Blake Belladonna. Why did you save my life?"

"You just seemed as sad and lonely as I once was." He said. "And leaving someone to die would be shameful."

The two sat in silence for a while. Before Giorno asked another question.

"So, you're a deserter to the White Fang?"

"Yes. Because-"

"They've grown corrupt, unlike how you originally imagined it?"

Blake stared at Giorno, as if he had read her mind.

"I felt the same way. When I was young, I was inspired to become a Gang-Star." He said. "But I noticed that the gangs have gotten noticeably worse. So I plan to work my way up, and change Passione for the better."

He put a hand on his chest. "That, is my dream."

Blake just looked away. "If only I had that type of resolve, instead of always running away."

"This is just a hypothesis, but are you heading to Vale? Perhaps find redemption by becoming a Huntress?" Giorno asked.

Blake looked at Giorno again. Just how was he so good at reading thoughts?

"I see. Well, I won't push on the matter any further." He said, standing up, and walking away. "I wish you the best of luck."

"Wait!"

Giorno stopped, turning back around. Blake was smiling at him.

"Thank you, Giorno. And good luck with your dream."

Giorno nodded, before he left.

After this meeting, both of them continued to follow their own paths.

Blake had managed to reach Beacon, and she had joined Team RWBY. She had truly found a new place to find home, those that accepted her being a faunus, and those that loved her.

Giorno on the other hand, had went through many more hardships. And most of them were within a few days after he joined. Over the course of nine days, he had lost several of his friends, but at the same time, succeeded in becoming head of Passione.

When Blake saw that in the news several weeks later, she couldn't help but smile. While the rest of her team and the rest of Beacon for that matter, were stumped that a fifteen year old was the head of a crime organization, she was happy that Giorno managed to achieve his dream.

Several months passed, and Blake continued her missions at Beacon, while Giorno stamped out the crime in Italia, even re-recruiting and old friend back to the gang.

Then Beacon fell, Team RWBY divided. Giorno, as head of Passione, was unsure of what to do in his life when he saw the news. Mature as he may be, he was still fifteen.

Regardless, he sent out members of Passione to the three remaining Kingdoms to get information. Eventually, their influence spread, and Passione had gained roots all over Remnant.

Two years had passed since then.

Giorno was sitting in his office, reading several reports from various members of Passione. Coco Jumbo the turtle sat on the desk.

But Coco Jumbo was really just a host for Jean Pierre Polnareff, the second-in-command of Passione. He sat on the edge of the turtle's key, legs stuck into the gem.

"So, Giorno. What's the plan?"

Giorno didn't look up from the documents. "We've finally made several deals with the Speedwagon Foundation. They will support us, as we have shown that we can be reliable."

"Tch. You're not going to give me any credit? I was the one that gave the idea." Polnareff said, grinning.

Giorno smirked at that, as he picked up a cup of coffee. "Yes, I suppose. But after you told me and the others about your adventures, are you sure you don't want to meet Jotaro Kujo or Joseph Joestar?" He asked, taking a sip.

Polnareff looked down. "I want to, but I don't want to cause any more trouble. They already have a lot on their hands. Spending time to get me out of the turtle would just be a hassle."

Giorno nodded at Polnareff's wishes. There was a knock at the door, and Giorno called for the person to come in.

The door opened and in walked a young woman the same age as Giorno. She had pink hair and was wearing a fur coat. Underneath was a black crop top and a skirt that had math symbols on it.

"Hi Giorno!"

"Hello Trish." Giorno said. "You just came back from a concert?"

"Yep." She said, taking off her coat and throwing it to a chair. "Thought my fans would kill me if I went on hiatus, but they were actually pretty understanding."

Soon after Giorno took over Passione, Trish had become a famous singer, determined to live a happy life for those that had sacrificed themselves for her.

"So, where are Mista and Fugo?" She asked.

"They're on a mission, and they should be back soon."

"I see. Oh, Polnareff!" Trish said, picking up the turtle.

"Ah, Trish. You're getting more beautiful every day."

"Thank you. If you weren't so old, or a turtle, I might have given you a chance."

Polnareff felt that someone shot him through the heart. Some things never change.

"Anyways, Giorno." Trish said, putting down the turtle. "What are you going to do now? Crime in Italia is borderline minimal now."

"Yes. I have accomplished my goal. Right now, we're looking to spread our relations with the other kingdoms." He said, looking through the documents and files. "Working with the Speedwagon Foundation can help, but-"

The coffee cup slipped from Giorno's hand.

"Giorno? What's wrong?"

Giorno was looking at a report from one of the members in Argus. It had detailed notes of every visitor in the large trading center. The names on the sheet were from a team from Beacon, but a certain name stuck out.

Blake Belladonna.

Reading further into it, it appears that they are travelling with Ozpin, apparently on some sort of mission. Their next location was Atlas, from where Giorno remembered that Atlas was tightening their defenses due to the increasing paranoia of General James Ironwood.

This would be beneficial to find out, as Giorno had originally planned to personally speak with Ozpin as well. But Giorno was stumped. He had received information that Ozpin had died during the fall of Beacon. How could he still be alive.

Regardless, Giorno did want to talk to him as well. He picked up the scattered files, much to the confusion of Trish and Polnareff, before he turned to them.

"Once Mista and Fugo come back, we're heading off to Atlas, Polnareff." He said. "We need to talk to Ozpin, find out what had truly happened at Beacon."

Polnareff didn't question him, and nodded.

"Giorno, I'm coming with you." Trish said.

"Trish, I appreciate it, but-"

"What, it's too dangerous? Giorno, we're the same age. I'm not a defenseless girl in the slightest."

"...I suppose that is fair." Giorno said, remembering how instrumental Trish was in their final fight with Diavolo.

Trish smirked at Giorno, and helped him clean up.

Giorno looked out the window.

I wonder... will I see her again...?

Many, many, many miles away, in a slow cruising airship, were several teenagers that had recently been through hell. Fighting off a giant leviathan grimm, hijacking the airship...

...and in the case of Blake Belladonna, murdering someone that she had known for a long time.

She was starting to doze off, until she suddenly shot up, looking around.

She saw all of her friends either quietly talking or sleeping, and remembered where she was. Looking at her hand, it was still trembling as she remembered what she had to do only a while ago. She noticed that Yang had fallen asleep on her right, and was holding her hand.

Blake smiled at that, but she had a feeling that it wasn't what got her attention.

I feel that Atlas will be hard times for all of us... especially Weiss. But... what is this feeling I have?

A/N: Another fic so soon? Well, don't expect new chapters for this one actually. I'm going to wait until RWBY Volume 7 before I make any major moves with this fic.

I'm going to stick with canon ships for RWBY, no matter the development they have, good or bad.

JoJo ships are up in the air at the moment.

With that said, see you all next time.