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Awake And Alive

"What are you? Animals? That's no way to greet a new teammate or a woman! Let me introduce her properly, for God's sake! This is (Full name) everyone! Try to make her less scared of you all, will you?"

Bucciarati sat me down at the table, forcefully, more or less. He took a seat beside me as the table fell silent. I didn't even need to raise my eyes from the wooden table to know that they were all looking at me.

"May I know how you all know who she is? (Name)?" Bucciarati asked us for an explanation.

"She bought me a meal a few months ago. That woman I told you about... it was her." Fugo explained.

"I guess it's not hard to see how kind she is." Bucciarati said as he grabbed my hand under the table, giving it a light squeeze.

"I met her after you sent me to get Fugo for the Caprese mission." Mista admitted himself.

"I have no idea who she is and I'm really confused." said the boy with a headband.

Abbacchio was no longer looking at me. That only made me feel worse. Just why was he acting like that? I personally felt happy to see him after so long. Didn't he feel the same?...

"Abbacchio, do you know her?" Bucciarati asked, seeing that he wasn't going to say anything on his own.

Abbacchio allowed a small groan to escape his lips as he shifted in his seat. Slightly leaning on the table, he supported himself on his elbow. He gave me a look I could not read, which made me worry somehow. Did I do something wrong?

"Unfortunately, I do. We used to...work together." he said, almost like he he had regrets about it.

"I see... Seems like you're quite the star, (Name)!" Bucciarati said, squeezing my hand once more.

"Yeah..." I said absent-minded.

Just what were the chances? This can't be all a coincidence. Or maybe it was? I was really confused, either way.

"Sooo" the headband boy started. "since everyone but me knows you I'll have to receive an explanation, miss."

"Uh..."

"Why didn't you meet me too?! Man, I feel left out!"

I looked at him slightly shocked, not understanding where was he coming from.

"Oh, all right... How about this...? Let's do this thing again. I'm (Name)." I said, holding my hand out for him to take. "And you are..."

He shook my hand excitedly, repeating 'Narancia' over and over again.

"Cut it off, will you!?" Fugo shouted, grabbing Narancia's arm and pulling him away from me. "You could hurt her, you dumbass!"

"Oh, it's fine, Fugo! I can handle it. I used to fight people that were quite the definition of 'strong'."

I couldn't even finish talking because Narancia suddenly shouted "So you think I'm strong?!" with a large grin on his face. I looked at the others and they only smiled as I nodded my head.

"Hey, Bucciarati! Why can't we order some food?" Mista eventually said.

"Because we're not staying. We'll have dinner at home. All of us." Bucciarati responded, checking his wrist watch. "We should probably get going now or I won't be able to cook everything."

And we were off. I was surprised to find out that the car survived 2 whole days and we had a way to get to the mansion. (😀👍) Neither me or Bucciarati expected that.

"(Name) needs to get some stuff for herself." Bucciarati announced the others as he kept his eyes on the road, not wanting to see any of them roll their eyes. "And one of you guys will go with her."