JJBA Oneshots

Giorno Giovanna had a dream. To take over as Capo, and eventually take down the Mafia boss and free the streets of Italy from the misuse of drugs. But tonight, he had another dream, and that was to win this game of Monopoly.
He didn't even truly know how he got wrapped into this, just that he arrived to the flat Bucciarati's gang called a base as chaos was ensuing.

"Mista that isn't fair you can't trade properties, that's cheating!" Fugo yelled, scowling at both Narancia and Mista as they exchanged cards.

"Uhh, yes I can, clearly you haven't read the rules, smart-ass," Mista said, leaning back against the couch.

The usual furniture, consisting of a couple of armchairs, Bucciarati's rocking chair, and some ottomans were shoved to the sides of the living room. The large, rectangular coffee table was pulled away from the couch, leaving room for people to sit around the table on the red vintage rug Trish had found to "fabulosofy" the minimalistic space. Currently; Fugo, Narancia, Mista, Bucciarati, and Trish sat around the table while Abbaccio watched, sipping an Americano, at the kitchen island. Monopoly was laid out on the table, and from the looks of it, it was not going well.

"What are you guys doing?" Giorno asked, shrugging off his leather jacket (also procured by Trish) at the door. Bucciarati leaned back from the head of the table, seemingly the only person who noticed he arrived.

"Ah, Giorno. I was about to ask where you were. We are having a family game night," he said with an easy smile.

"Oh, what does that mean?" Giorno asked in return, heading towards the kitchen. The room suddenly went silent, and all eyes were on him now. "What?" he asked, suddenly feeling a little bashful.

"What do you mean you don't know what family game night is??" Narancia asked loudly.

"Shut up Narancia, don't be dense," Fugo hissed at him, earning a disbelieving shrug from the boy.

"What? What did I say??"

"He's just mad he's losing soooo badly," Mista taunted, throwing up a chip and catching it in his mouth before throwing some to his bullets who were sitting on the plush black couch behind him.
Abbaccio rolled his eyes at the boy's antics.

"It's in the name, dumbass. Family. Game. Night, a night you play games with your family," he said in annoyance. Giorno nodded, still sort of confused as he grabbed his favorite snack, strawberry yoghurt-covered pretzels, from the pantry.

"Is that something everyone does?" He asked, planting himself on the stool next to Abbaccio.

"Some do," Bucciarati said

"Somewhat functional ones," Trish added. Giorno nodded thoughtfully. He truly couldn't imagine his family ever sitting down with him to play games. That would require them to be home. Or to care.

"Why don't you join us? We just started, and it seems we could use a reset," Bucciarati said, waving him over. This elicited protests from Fugo, Mista, and Narancia, but a firm look from Bucciarati had them shutting up and putting back their cards and money.

"Sure, though I don't know how to play. Will you join us, Abbaccio?" Giorno asked, heading to sit at the table.

"I do not partake in delinquency," Abbaccio said tartly, taking another sip of his coffee.

"You are just scared of losing to Giorno," Mista jeered.

Giorno wasn't even at the table yet before Abbaccio, grumbling the whole way, plopped himself beside Bucciarati. An amused smile played over Bucciarati's lips as he went to shuffle the cards and set the board up again.

"Here, I'll help shuffle," Giorno said as he sat beside Trish, who reached behind her into a cooler and handed Giorno a sparkling water.

"Sorry, all out of beer, Mista drank it all," she said with a pointed look at the man, who was once again butting heads with Fugo.

"I am not switching seats, my ass is planted here and it's STAYING!" He cried at Fugo, who was trying to convince him to switch seats with him to prevent him and Narancia from cheating.

"But you-"

"That's enough, everyone stays where they are," Bucciarati said in exasperation. Fugo muttered a bit but said no more. Bucciarati's authority bled from missions to outside of them for Fugo, he could not combat it.
So, with Bucciarati and Abbacio at the head of the table, Narancia and Mista to their left, Giorno and Trish to their right, and Fugo across from them, it was time to pick their figurines.

Narancia immediately went for the battleship as Mista picked the car. Fugo smugly took the artillery, which he deemed the unchallenged best figure, and Trish took the dog, because she thought it was unchallengedly the cutest. Bucciarati settled on the bowler hat while Abbaccio took the shoe, and at last it was Giorno's turn.

"I'll take the other hat," he said confidently, but hesitated as everyone looked at him confused.

"There is no other hat," Fugo said blankly.

Giorno shrugged as he picked the "hat" and placed it on start. Trish brought her hands to her face and let out a long sigh as most of the gang began to laugh.

"I'm surrounded by ruffians. That, Giorno, is a thimble," Trish groaned.

Giorno raised an eyebrow. He would not admit it, he had no idea what that was, but he was not about to ask.

"So, how do we play," he said instead, handing Bucciarati the shuffled action cards.

"Its simple. You roll the dice and proceed to that amount of spaces. You can choose to buy the property, or don't. If someone lands on your property they have to pay you an amount, and vice versa. You can also buy rails and commodities. The player who runs the others into bankruptcy, wins, " Bucciarati explained as he dealt out the fake cash to everyone. Giorno nodded in understanding. "Simple enough. It's kind of like being in the mafia."

"Sort of. Well, Is everyone ready?" Bucciarati asked, rolling the dice to see who would go first, which ended up being Abbaccio. Everyone nodded.

Nothing could have prepared Giorno for the hours of chaos that ensued. The ferocity in which everyone played was rival to that of their real-life missions. Fugo took the game way too seriously, watching everyone's move like a hawk, questioning the validity of their rolls and payments. Mista and Narancia worked in tandem to create utter chaos, buying up every property they landed on and trying to haggle on rent prices. At some point, Mista even used Six Pistols to sneak around everyone's cash piles and pilfer them while Narancia's Aerosmith made the bank's piles of money go flying. Abbaccio had no patience for the game, getting into arguments with everyone and sitting back like a grumpy toddler whenever he had to pay up to someone. Trish and Bucciarati were more chill, but just as ruthless.

"Trish you own the ENTIRE boardwalk, what more could you want??" Mista whined, realizing that buying up every property he rolled to left him unable to pay whenever he rolled on someone else's. Currently, there was only one more railroad left, leaving everyone vying for it.

"It's not my fault you bought all the properties at the beginning," she said boredly, leaning back on her hands. She was the picture of nonchalance, but Giorno could tell by the steely look in her eyes she was out for blood.

"Alright Giorno, it's your turn," Abbaccio said coldly. His already nasty mood was only soured by his lack of properties and cash, and his last turn left him stuck in Jail. His seething was only quelled by Bucciarati holding his hand in support.

Giorno only needed to roll a 5 and he would make it to the railroad, then he would have all of them. It was only a matter of time after that before he would be siphoning everyone's cash. Since it was his first time, everyone underestimated him and focused on the louder voices and bigger threats. Giorno however had been strategic in his buyings, and currently had the most money out of everyone.

"Alright," he said, rolling the dice.

As they clattered to the board everyone held their breaths.
A three.
He just needed a two.
The last dice spun, taunting them as it spun on its edge until finally falling to the board to reveal its face.
A two.

"Shit."

"Hell no!"

"No fucking way."

The whole group cried out as his thimble made its way to the last train track. He easily procured the amount needed to buy it, and sat back in ease.

Giorno watched with faux astonishment as Mista landed on one of his properties, begrudgingly handing over the last of his tens.

"Is not fair, I literally-" Mista was cut off by an elbow to the stomach from Narancia.

"We played fair in square!" Narancia exclaimed, putting on an innocent smile.

Fugo was lucky, landing on one of Bucciarati's spaces, but he too was running out of cash. Trish was not so lucky, as she landed on Giorno's fourth railroad.
"You don't think maybe I can pay you back later?" Trish asked him sweetly, but he shook his head apologetically as she handed over the last of her cash. Even with all of the Boardwalk owned by her, no one was landing there, to her dismay.

Abbaccio rolled to get out of jail, but ultimately failed.
"I'm done with this nonsense god damn it! Me? In jail? As if," he growled before storming off. Bucciarati tried to convince him to stay, but failed miserably.

Almost as miserable as his next role, which rolled him onto an action space.

"Tax Time! Pay 20$ for the person who has the most pink properties," Bucciarati read out, letting out a ragged sigh as he forked over his last 10s to Giorno, who had 3 pink spaces.

"Narancia please, you have to get us- sorry, you back your money," Mista frowned, gripping Narancia's arm like a maiden seeing her soldier off to war.

"Don't worry, I've got this. They don't call me king of monopoly for nothing," Naranca said, readying up his dice roll with a flourish.

"No one calls you that, you have the most losses in ALL the board games" Fugo grumbled, but no one paid him any mind as they watched Narancia's role with intensity. He was surrounded by Giorno's spaces at all sides.

"How did you even buy this many properties with no one noticing??" Narancia said before letting the dice rattle onto the board.

"Dunno," Giorno said, breaking into a small smile as he realized where Narancia's total of 8 would take him.

"DAMMIT WHY DID IT HAVE TO BE THE RAILROAD!" Narancia cried suddenly getting up and letting himself fall onto the couch behind him. "I don't even have enough to pay you."

Giorno added to his enormous stack of cash and looked at the only remaining player. Fugo.

"I know you're cheating, I just can't prove it." Fugo murmured to himself, studying Giorno with a ferocious intensity.

"I'm only playing the game," Giorno said calmly, taking a sip of his sparkling water.

Fugo rolled the dice, and it was like the world went into slow motion. The dice halted to reveal a total of 6, landing Fugo on his own property. He let out a breathy sigh of relief.

He handed the dice to Giorno, the blonde gracefully rolled the dice on the board, revealing a perfect 12. A perfect 12, that led right to an action space. Everyone watching was sweating as Giorno's lips quirked into a smile as he read;
"Well, would you look at that, It's my birthday! A player of my choice must give me 200 as a gift."

His blue eyes looked up to meet furious purple ones, and Fugo flung the cash at him and the room erupted into a cacophony of groans and yells.

"You lied to us! There is no way you haven't played!"

"You cheated, how did you do it?!"

Giorno simply counted his stack of cash before standing up to stretch.

"Beginner's luck. I had fun though, I never had a family who wanted to do something like this. Let's do it again," he smiled at everyone with his usual charm, which was received by some huffs and some quiet 'yah sure whatever's.
Exhausted, everyone headed back to their rooms, leaving Bucciarati with Giorno to clean up. It was silent for a bit as they organized the stacks back into the box before Bucciarati gave Giorno a pointed look.

"So, how did you do it?"

"Do what?"

"Cheat."

"I have no idea what you're talking about," Giorno bluffed, dropping the little metal figures back into their bag.

"I see through you Giorno, how did you do it."

"I just, played the game," Giorno replied as he discreetly handed Golden Wind the pile of action cards. His stand was a blur as it shuffled the cards before handing the cards back to Giorno and disappearing in mere seconds.
Bucciarati raised his eyebrows, looking at Giorno in disbelief before bursting out into laughter. He was wheezing now, catching his breath.

"You're a strange one," Bucciarati said before patting Giorno on the shoulder. "Thank you for joining us tonight, you truly livened up the game."

"No, thank you Bucciarati, for giving us a place where we can enjoy inconsequential games like this," Giorno said, and he found himself genuinely grateful for the small reprieve. Every day was life or death, real lives at stake with the decisions and money they take. It was nice to not have to worry, even for a moment.

"You'll always have a place here, Giorno. All of you do," Bucciarati said softly before putting the lid on the game. "Next time though, give the others a fighting chance."
Giorno chuckled, surprisingly glad at the words "next time."

"Next time," he said, "give me a proper beer and maybe I'll be more willing to negotiate."

It was Bucciarati chuckling then, giving Giorno a pat on the head before heading towards his and Abbaccio's room.

"Goodnight, Giorno. Welcome to the family."

"Goodnight," Giorno replied. He could definitely get used to family game night.