Koichi made a collect call to Jotaro's home. 'What is it, Koichi?' "Man, I don't where to begin. We wound up stumbling upon that guy Haruno, but he had his name changed to Giorno Giovanna. And his hair color apparently changed recently in life. He's also in a relationship. Some girl named Rarity." There was a pause. 'Hol Horse said he has a niece named Rarita, which is the Italian word for rarity. This can't be coincidence.' "That's not even the half of it," Koichi said, "Both of them are Stand users. They act like a pair of gangsters, even though they're still students. Like a modern day Bonnie and Clyde. They stole our luggage and cash."

'Did you get a good look at what their Stands can do?' "Kinda. Rarity said her Stand can grow crystals on any molecule, even in midair. Giorno's is something of a mystery. I think it can grow living things that can reflect damage done to them." 'Almost a combination of Granddad's Aunt Twilight and Fluttershy. The abilities sound similar. I'd considered the possibility that he might be a Stand user, but I wasn't sure. I'll wire you some money so you can check into a hotel.'

"Jotaro, can I ask what sort of relationship you have with this guy?" 'It's kind of complicated,' Jotaro said, 'He's technically my great-uncle. You see, his father was DIO Brando, but he was conceived when DIO had the body of my great-grandfather, George Joestar II.' Suddenly Koichi realized why Jotaro wanted to stay away from this assignment. He had killed Giorno's father. "When did you find out DIO had children?"

'I already found out DIO had a son through Enya, one of our enemies named J Geil. I figured with three other women he was involved with and Enya having eternal youth, he had to have more children. The Speedwagon Foundation found Giorno, and I wanted to know if he really was DIO's son, and if he inherited any of DIO's genetic structure, hence the skin sample. But from what you tell me, there's no more need to approach him. It looks like his latent genes have awoken, likely due to a powerful Stand user in the area.'

"One more powerful than The World or Killer Queen's Bites the Dust?," Koichi asked. 'Possibly, but there's no need to investigate that much. Koichi, from your experience, what sort of person do you think Giorno is?' Koichi thought about it. "Hard to say. He was almost serene in his attitude, and practically devoted to Rarity. He also cut off our fight just because he knew I wasn't throwing my full strength into it. Not because he was bored, but because he thought I was a good person. So despite him stealing our luggage, I can't really pin him down."

Meanwhile Giorno and Rarity were taking a tram to their boarding school. As Rarity slept, Giorno saw a coin drop to the group, where an older man with a suit covered in zippers went to pick it up. "Is this yours?," he asked. Giorno shook his head, and the man smiled as he sat down. "Looks like it's mine then." He pocketed the coin. "This may sound like an out-there question, but let's say there was a bag here with 100,000 lire inside. Would you return it?" Giorno chuckled. "Would you? An unclaimed bag with all that money, I think anyone would take it. Myself included."

The man nodded. "I see. You're honest. But what if I was a policeman in disguise?" Giorno shrugged. "I'd probably offer you half to stay quiet." The man laughed. "I think you would, too! I can just tell by looking at you that you're honest. I can usually tell whether or not someone is lying, with decent accuracy. It's the sweat on one's skin, you see. It glistens when it hits the skin. By analyzing the extent of how much they're sweating, I can tell whether they're nervous because they are lying, or if some other factor like heat is causing it. Humans tend to sweat more when stressed, you see. I can get an even better idea if I taste the sweat."

"That's nasty," Giorno said, "I don't believe I caught your name. Who are you?" The man turned serious. "Leaky-Eye Luca was found collapsed on the ground near the airport, his own shovel rammed into his head. He's in critical condition and likely won't regain consciousness. I was sent to find out who did it... The guards at the airport told me you were in the area at around the time he was attacked. So I thought I might ask you some questions." Giorno raised an eyebrow. "Are you a cop?"

The man chuckled. "No, I'm not, but I think I should clarify something. Luca wasn't just some thug, he was part of a gang. Now I personally don't care why someone would attack Luca, that's between him and whoever it was and Luca was the sort to gather enemies and grudges. But his boss is another story..." He leaned over. "The boss thinks whoever attacked Luca wants to smear shit all over his face. I was asked to find the one responsible and deal with them. So... Did you meet Luca at the airport?"

"Yes, briefly," Giorno said, "He was trying to cut in on my taxi scam business. But I did not actually attack him." The man looked at him. "Hmm... You're not sweating." The door opened on the tram. "I suppose I can believe you. But you might want to open your hand." Giorno's hand had been in a fist. When he opened it, he saw an eyeball inside. "Where did this come from?," he said as he dropped it. "That's Luca's right eye...," the man said as he drew in. Before he could get close, he saw Rarity point a crystal dagger at him. "You'd best back off before you lose yours."

The man did so, realizing Rarity had to have made the dagger somehow. "Something to know about Giorno," Rarity said, "He's not like other people. He's not afraid to lie, no matter how much I've tried to kick his habit. The sweat you're seeing is from his confusion. How did you manage to place that eye in his hand?" "I've had a habit of trying to read people ever since my mother married," Giorno said, "As a result, lying comes easily to me. Not that I was lying this time."

He looked at the man. "I grew up never trusting people, until a chance encounter with a gangster changed my life. And gave me a dream. If you say you're here to deal with the one who attacked Luca, it seems you already have. But your boss obviously won't accept that answer, so it seems we're at odds." The man chuckled. "Well, it seems the signorina also has an ability of her own. My name is Bruno Buccellati. And if you seek to claim Luca somehow attacked himself, then it seems this questioning has become a torture session." Giorno suddenly found himself spitting out some fingers.

"Rather chilling, isn't it?," Buccellati said, "Actually, the boss had Luca finished off. Said he wasn't worth keeping alive. He told me to bring these as scare tactics. My other ability lets me do things like this. There's nothing you can do against it. I could even place a fire hydrant in your mouth." He grinned as Giorno and Rarity started coming apart as zippers started appearing on them and opening. "You as well?," Giorno asked, "What's with this? Ever since that Japanese couple." Buccellati seemed surprised. "You can see them? The zippers I'm using to torture you?"

He then gasped when crystals formed over the openings, allowing the duo to piece themselves together. 'I've never used Gold Experience to attack someone,' Giorno thought, 'But it's the only way to stop this guy. Here goes nothing.' "Gold Experience!" Buccellati gasped as Giorno's Stand struck him as he was about to land a blow. He winced as his arm took damage. "You as well!?" He moved to attack again, but Gold Experience hit him right in the chest. Giorno and Rarity then saw him trying to get back up, but it was so slow, like he wasn't able to move properly.

"What did you do?," Rarity asked. "I think Gold Experience pumped him with so much life energy," Giorno said, "That his senses became overclocked, putting his consciousness out of sync with his body. That's why he's moving so slowly." He had Gold Experience make a few punches in mid-air to see if he reacted, but nothing. "He probably doesn't realize what happened to him. I wonder what would happen if I attacked him." "It would probably lengthen the pain," Rarity theorized, "And it would be even worse since Gold Experience doesn't have much physical power."

Gold Experience plowed its fist into Buccellati's face. The blow wound up breaking some of Buccellati's teeth out of his mouth, and sending him flying. Buccellati's consciousness returned as the zippers on Giorno and Rarity disappeared. "Looks like we each only have a range of a few meters," Giorno said, "But I'd recommend you not try to come closer. Rarity's power can reach father due her crystal growth." He approached. "That said, you appear the be the sort of person prepared for conflict. And if you're prepared to kill, that means you also are prepared for the possibility of being killed."

Buccellati gasped. 'He means it. These two won't hesitate to kill me.' He saw Gold Experience move to attack. "Sticky Fingers!" A humanoid Stand covered in zippers moved to block the attack. "If I need to get some distance before attacking, I don't mind having to do that." He opened a zipper in the side of the tram and slipped out of it, closing the opening behind him. "So he can even use his power to go through walls," Giorno noted. Art of the Dress produced a compass bound to its wrist. "I already tagged him with a crystal shard," Rarity said, "Art of the Dress can track him while he's in the open."

They leapt out of the tram and followed him. Buccellati saw them approaching and smiled, bumping into a crowd of people. As they passed each other, he disappeared. "Damn it," Giorno said, "He's using one of the people as a suit, hiding inside them with his Stand." "But which one?," Rarity asked, "If he's hiding in a subspace pocket my crystal compass is useless. And he's even hidden the zipper." Giorno smirked and pointed to a fly that was buzzing around one young boy.

The boy swatted at it. When he succeeded, the fly struck back with its life energy, knocking Buccellati out of the kid. The fly then turned back into the tooth Giorno had used to make it. "That's one of your teeth," Giorno explained to him, "When I gave it life it made its way back to you. I didn't want to get civilians involved, but you really forced my hand." Buccellati stood up. "It seems hiding in futile." He then saw neither of them was making a move. "Your arm," Rarity said, "Why is it still in the boy?" She showed her crystal compass. "When you made to escape the tram I tagged you with a crystal shard that was embedded in your arm. Art of the Dress can track the crystals it makes. Yet right now that shard isn't on you, but the boy you came out of."

Buccellati was shocked, but solemnly pulled up his sleeve, revealing the arm was attached to him by a zipper. In the arm he now had were needle marks. "This boy... I noticed it as I traded arms with him. He's no older than thirteen, yet he's clearly been using drugs extensively." "You seem to hate that fact," Giorno said, "I can read it on your face. The expression you made, the position of your eyes as you rolled up your sleeves. People are free to do as they please, so if someone is doing drugs that's their business. It's the people in this town who sell those drugs to young children you can't forgive."

Buccellati sighed. "And if that's true? What of it?" Giorno faced him, a confidence in his eyes. "Your boss is the one selling to children, and that's something none of us like. Bruno Buccellati, I have a feeling that we'll become allies. I've seen the corruption of this city and want to stop it. But in order to do that, I need to become a gang member myself." "That is our goal," Rarity said, "To become true Gang-Stars. We started small with simple cons to get attention, and we're ready to work our way up to end the boss of this gang and take his place." Buccellati's eyes widened as he realized they were serious.

I know the fight with Buccellati ended abruptly, but I wanted to display just how accurate Rarity's crystal tracking is and how it manifests with her Stand. Basically it tracks the crystal itself and not whatever its stuck too. Also the compass Art of the Dress has can only be attached to it, so keep that in mind.

As for Giorno randomly punching at the air while Buccellati was under Gold Experience's power, I remember that scene from Buccellati's perspective when he thought he was given superhuman abilities. It was actually his mind thinking he was superhuman, but Giorno obviously couldn't see it. And yet at one point Buccellati's subconscious is dancing around Gold Experience as it attacks. So why was it attacking? Well, how I described the scene from Giorno's perspective is my theory on the matter.