Yumiko Asaruka, the only owner of the construction company Same SA, she didn´t realice the expresion of her face, with the mouth completely open looked at the paper again and again, it was real, the permisson was there in her hands after struggling to obtain it for year and a half.
- You had made it and just in a few hours.
She was so exciting, barely she could speak, this man was someone to have in account.
- I don´t know, Why it surprise you so much?, said Giorno in a completely carefree tone, while he was stood in the architect´s office.
- However, you don´t forget the mayor´s requirement.
. Yes, I know it already, a room for his secret sect. If he help me to hide some things as he promissed, I won´t have any problem with it, I can use for this job a group of employees of my country, they are specialized in bunkers, they won´t ask unncecessary questions.
- What about my pay?
- I´ll deposit the money inmediatly, but how will you justify it to the bank?
- As my first sales, of course. However, I will need some efective, I have an affair to be resolved. He said it while he approached a woman and supported his hand on the desk, now that she could looked him closer, he was quite a handsome man.
- I have near to 10 thousand dollars in this moment.
He walked to the strongbox, nex to her, still incredulous she slowly opnened it, keeping an eye on Giorno, waiting he pin up all his attention in how she opened it, but he just was looking throught the window, it was like monney really didn´t matter to him or, perhaps he was so used to wealth that he lacked the ambition of someone who never had anything?
Afer she had close the strongbox, she handed him the cash, wondering internally, for what he will need this money, even more when is sunset. Then she remembered her father and the holidays, she invaded by curiosity asked him, I suppose you will celebrate your achievement tonight.
- Celebrate what? in a confused tone Giorno said: I have not yet performed any action that deserve that. Furthermore, tomorrow I will iniciate my job as a seller, it will be irresponsibility to arrive drunk.
He raised his hand by way of farewell and went he went, while he kept the cash in the pocket.
After a productive work day where he solved some minor problems, it was the moment to do the only strangest thing that for more than 500 years, it was something he never could forget.
Giorno got out of a taxi, in front of the little house that was paid for his wife with a lof of effort. It was a modest home, in a neighborhood where it was the older house from the suburb, but even so, it was beautifull fo him. He felt so stupid and regretful for not supporting his wife when she asked him crying.
How could I be to vague and mediocre?
He reproached himself. If he had tried just a little bit more, he would still keep his family, he remembered when in the another world he begged to have one opportunity to amend his fails, perhaps this wish whas the reason to overcome oneself again and again, without giving up. This and the accumulated hatred during centurys, the memory of his fall friends, the wish to avenge to Moher Wolf, all those feelings were the fuel that moved his engine, until the day he could kill the damn Human King and his followers.
He took a deep breath, then he slowly expelled, forcing himself to relax. He tried to moved away all those bad feelings of his being, after all, it was something ended. Now, the only thing that mattered to him was getting his family back.
He tried to give a step, but his legs didn´t ask, for the first time in a long time his hands sweated. His heard was beating out of control, even he breath with a lot of effort... For his family it would not have been more than a few days, since the last time they saw him.
The worst was that he still remembered those circumstances, he was very drunk, he even beat his wife and scremed his daughter. The tears ran down her cheeks, how would they believe him that he was a new man?, how would they forgive him? He seriously considered leaving the envelop under the door with a note and running away.
No! He scolded himself, that's what his old self would do, a cowardly bastard who was unable to face problems, he was no longer the demon king, but he was not that excrement of a human being that he had beaten his former wife, he was Giorno de Santoro & Vega, a man who would face problems.
In addition, for him it had been more than half a millennium, if he wanted something with all his being it was to see his only family again. Then he took a deep breath, steeled himself more than he needed to face the human king, at his first meeting.
He gathered all his strength and forced his legs to move, he walked with an inexplicable terror towards the door that was seen further and further away, for some reason beyond his reasoning, although it seemed like an eternity inside Giorno's mind, he only it took a few minutes to put her foot on the door mat, once in front of her, as if it were an extremely dangerous dungeon, she hesitated again before her next move, she swallowed, took a deep breath again, a few more times , and with all his courage: he gave a couple of blows
Meanwhile, he inevitably remembered his daughter's beautiful tear-filled eyes screaming at him that she won't hit her mother anymore. The desire to flee came over him again, but he held back, he owed her, he had to face them after that. By the time he knew that his ex-wife had already arrived, his heart threatened to stop when he saw a shadow approach behind the curtain, and his eyes began to cry when he heard the voice of the daughter's mother. tell him:
- One moment, please
The questions overwhelmed him. What should be the first thing to say? How should he put it? His mind did not agree and he was about to create a short circuit inside him, when he heard that he put his hand on the knob, he felt his heart along with time stopped the instant he saw the face of mixed surprise , afraid of his wife in front of him, she slammed the door and yelled at him.
- Go right now! Or I'll call the police
Giorno's heart trembled when he saw that reaction and he couldn't take it anymore, his legs gave out and he little by little he slid down to his knees, while he cried like a child and babbled
- Róase, I know that I do not deserve that you believe me, not even that you listen to me, I know that you gave me countless opportunities, each and every one of them I wasted. I can only ask you to forgive me, I really beg you forgive me, I do not ask you to believe me at this time, let me prove it with facts. I don't care how many years it took me to show you that I have changed, I promise not to fail you one more time, I just beg you give me a chance.
He just stood there sobbing on the porch of the door as he begged for forgiveness over and over again, until, in no time, she opened the door for him.
- Tell me, what have you really come for? Asked Róase.
A slim woman, of medium height and despite being a little younger than him, she looked older, perhaps because of motherhood or because of the difficult life she had passed since she got engaged to Giorno. It was obvious that she was no longer a youngster, she was all a woman, her face still had the bruise from the blow he gave her, she was made up and very well groomed, as if she were going to leave it.
Róase saw him lying on the ground, like a repentant child, he saw his eyes and the tears that fell down his face and could not help but be moved. A part of her screamed at him that she was stupid, since he had promised never to believe that man again, much less forgive him. However, there he was, begging and for some reason all the hatred and anger that he had for him subsided when he saw him like that, she was somewhat shocked to see him dressed in an expensive suit, then he noticed the bouquet of flowers in his hand and a beautiful teddy of the other.
- Giorno! Can you promise me that you won't do anything stupid if I let you in?
- I swear! I really swear
He was not able to look at her and not cry at the same time, how could he hit her? He really had no idea how to repair that guilt.