Locke stands silently in the doorway, his hawk-like gaze fixed on the unexpected guest in the living room. Star Platinum looms behind him, ready to strike at a moment's notice.
But still… The ability to see Stands, plus that iconic triple-donut golden hairstyle…
A flood of possibilities races through Locke's mind, until one name surfaces: Jotaro Kujo? No… Giorno Giovanna!
Noticing Locke's guarded yet thoughtful expression, Giorno smirks, elegantly popping the last bite of steak into his mouth. "Grandpa, you're as boring as ever," he says, twirling his fork. "No big reaction for a grandson like me? I even picked a time when you're still young."
Before Giorno can finish, a shout erupts from behind Locke.
"Thief! That's my steak!"
Dio and Clark peer out from behind Locke, and when Dio sees the scene, his blond hair practically stands on end. That was his prized Australian M9 Wagyu ribeye, saved up for two months—and this smug blond stranger is just sitting in his living room, eating it like he owns the place?
"The World!"
Without hesitation, Dio summons his golden Stand, his furious fist aimed straight at Giorno's smug face.
Clark, vaguely aware of Dio's bizarre powers, instinctively tries to intervene. "Uncle Locke, Dio—"
But to his surprise, Locke doesn't move an inch, not even trying to stop it. A faint, knowing smile curves his lips, his eyes glinting with understanding.
Because—
"Pathetic!"
A dazzling golden light flashes as Giorno's own humanoid Stand appears, effortlessly catching The World's fist. The two golden Stands face off in the living room, the air crackling with invisible sparks.
"Muda!"
With a casual push, Giorno's Stand sends The World stumbling back several steps. Dio staggers, his red eyes wide with shock. This stranger not only has a Stand, but it's gold like his? Could it be…?!
"What… what is this?" Dio stammers, looking to Locke. "Dad, what's going on?"
Locke finally moves. He calmly takes off his cowboy hat, hanging it by the door, his voice eerily steady. "That's enough. Giorno, explain yourself."
When did I ever say my name? Giorno wonders, but then shrugs it off. Grandpa probably named me himself. Makes sense.
The blond teen rises from the sofa, his movements as graceful as if he's at a fancy gala, unfazed by the Stand attack. "Giorno Giovanna Kent, 16 years old, member of the Anti-Injustice Republican Party, currently deputy leader of the 'X-Passion' squad." He brushes his ladybug brooch, glancing at the silent golden figure beside him. "And this is my Stand—Gold Experience."
Anti-Injustice? Locke's expression shifts. Is that the Injustice he's thinking of?
"Gold Experience can give life to objects," Giorno continues, ignoring Locke's reaction. He picks up a remote from the coffee table, and with a light tap from his Stand, it transforms into a blue ladybug.
Dio's red eyes narrow. Clark lets out an amazed, "Whoa! That's so cool!"
To Clark, it's like a magic trick—after all, he can't see Stands.
"Showy nonsense," Dio mutters, crossing his arms, though his eyes can't help but follow the ladybug on the floor. "Clark, wipe that look off your face. It's nothing compared to mine."
Giorno chuckles, unfazed. "Every Stand has its unique strengths. For example…" He glances at Locke. "Grandpa's Star Platinum excels at—"
This kid's got a wild imagination, Locke thinks, cutting him off. "Alright, Giorno, enough. Who are you?"
"Haha!" Giorno snaps his fingers, and a bouquet of flowers blooms in his hand. He hands it to Dio. "In simple terms… I'm your son. From the future, Dad."
"Oh, from the fut—"
"What?!" Clark's jaw drops, big enough to fit an egg. "The future?"
Dio's expression shifts from disdain to outright shock. "Hold on… you're my son?!"
He'd thought maybe this was some long-lost brother, not this!
Giorno spins gracefully, conjuring a vibrant bouquet of roses and winking at Clark with a mischievous grin. "And to my dear Uncle Emperor, I offer these flowers."
Clark takes the bouquet, his blue eyes widening further. "Emperor?"
Though time travel sounds insane, Locke's lack of denial makes Clark think it's probably true. Only at Locke's farm would my life get this wild—time travel and emperors?
The living room falls into an awkward silence.
Until Dio's trembling voice breaks it. "So… the thief who stole my steak is my son?!"
"Yep, Dad," Giorno says with an elegant bow. "Your future son, to be exact. And by the way…" He flashes a sly grin. "That steak was delicious. Thanks for the treat."
"Wryyyyyyy!" Dio's furious roar shakes the farm. "Who said you could call me Dad?! And that was my steak!"
"So… you're really Dio's son from the future?" Clark asks cautiously, recovering from the shock. "But why call me Emperor?"
Giorno's smile turns cryptic. "Because in the future, Uncle Clark, you're—"
"Giorno," Locke interrupts, rubbing his temples. "Time travel's no joke. Why are you here?"
The room goes quiet. Giorno's expression turns serious as he adjusts his tie. "I came to warn you."
"We discovered it by chance—the world isn't supposed to be like this. Someone altered the past, creating the future we're in." His voice lowers, heavy with concern. "There's a force out there trying to use us—the Kent family—to achieve some unknown goal."
His golden eyes flicker with worry. "I don't know if changing the past will fix anything, but it's better than doing nothing. I don't want our world's story to play out again."
Locke's gaze sharpens. "Keep talking."
BOOM! Thunder rumbles outside as the last rays of sunset vanish behind dark clouds.
A storm is coming.
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