Loud Mouth - Narancia X Reader

Chapter 9

"I killed his father."

Koichi gasped.

"His name was Dio Brando."

"Did you say DIO?' Koichi askes, voice shaking, "As in, the bow and arrow DIO?"

"The very one... I found out this year about the possibility that DIO had a child, that's why I wanted to confirm whether Giorno Giovana was really his son." Jotaro confirmed in his monotone voice.

Koichi shook.

"But didn't his body belong to a Joestar?"

It was my turn to let out a loud, unabashed gasp.

My hands reflexively move to cover my mouth, my phone dropping to the stone floor. Koichi was quick to pick it up, being sure to hold the speaker outwards.

Jotaro must have been able to hear the exchange from the other end of the phone, and he directed his next statement towards me.

"You said he has blond hair. If his hair is blond, then that's DIO's bloodline. Now, be careful."

"What?"

"It may be a sign that his stand abilities were awakened recently. There must have been a catalyst, something that triggered it."

I clear my throat, trying to think of something, anything that has been off in the past few weeks. Besides my encounters with those boys at Libeccio, I can think of none.

He continued. "For example, it may be the effect of another stand user, a strong one, in his immediate proximity," he said. "Do not go near him. You've already been through too much already. It's too risky."

"But-"

"Got it?"

At that moment, a loud, incessant beeping emerged from my phone. I glanced at the monitor, and a large, flashing 'low power' warning was pasted on the screen.

"Um, one last thing," Koichi says quickly. "Do you think that he's-"

My phone stops beeping, and monitor goes blank. Koichi sighs, and I can't do much but offer a small, embarrassed smile. He hands my phone back to me, and I examine it with caution.

"Well, that's weird." I remark, "I swear that I just had this thing charging this morning."

The boy rubbed the back of his neck as he smiled back politely. "I'm no expert, but maybe the battery got pulled out of socket when you dropped your phone," he offered a possible answer to the problem.

Now, my phone isn't indestructible, but I would have thought that a small drop wouldn't have completely killed it.

"Yeah, you're probably right," I say, "I'm shit at this kind of stuff. I should probably just go and see if it can be fixed."

"Did you need my help?"

I shake my head. "No, but I guess that you'll need some money for the time being while Jotaro wires you."

I pull out my wallet, counting bills out and handing them to him. Koichi is hesitant for a moment, but eventually accepts them, bowing his head slightly.

"Thanks."

"It's no problem," I respond.

He stands straight, and we share an uncomfortable glance in a moment of silence.

He's the first one to speak.

"Well, it was nice meeting you, Y/N. I hope that we'll get to work with each other again." He laughs.

Koichi turns, walking down the street as I wave. I wait until he's around the corner to stop, sitting down on the ground with my back against the alley wall as I try to think of the nearest phone repair store.

"Shit," I laugh to myself, "maybe I'm not meant to be alone in a foreign country."

I sit against the wall for an unknown amount of time (considering my lack of a working phone or watch). My brain is occupied, one side wracking my memory for knowledge of any store that could help me and the other trying to comprehend the events that had just happened...

I guess my phone can wait. If anyone needs anything, they can always send me an email. Not that I read those either, though.

It takes me another minute to peel myself off the wall, using Giorno's tree as leverage before hauling my bag, which was thrown to the side during the one-sided fight, onto my shoulder. I turn back onto the main street, walking past the café's patrons, who sat at the tables outside like nothing had happened.

My walk home seems shorter than usual. Luca isn't there, to my relief, and I make it to my apartment with no issues. The door opens with a creak, and I drop everything at the entrance, not bothering to put them in their proper place.

A wave of an overwhelming emotion that I can't quite place washes over me, and I can do nothing but shuffle towards my small living room and sink into my armchair, contemplating the days events.

To think that this was all because Sophia managed to squirm out of our plans...

Actually, I don't want to think. I just want to sit here, for now. No stands, no mysterious people, and absolutely no conspiratorial connections to my family and our long and confusing family tree.

Right now, I'll sit.

Then, I'll think about the easiest way to explain to my Grandma that I broke my phone.

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A/N: Unedited, sorry.