You Mean The World To Me

Chapter 6-🍷ʟᴀ ʀɪᴄᴇʀᴄᴀ🤐

"...What?!" Fugo runs as quickly as he can after Leone, Narancia following close behind. Upon entering the next alleyway, the two were met with a horrifying sight.

Bruno was being held up by his neck against a wall, one of the teenagers had gotten to him. Another teenager was on the ground and crying, and one of his arms was gone as well, inches away from his body. It looked as if it had been zipped off. Bruno had used the power of his stand, Sticky Fingers, to do this.

"...WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" Narancia screams, anger streaming throughout every single atom of his body. In almost no time, the small airplane came flying over, shooting at the ground and dropping bombs onto the concrete floor. The dark alleyway immediately lit up in seconds, fire burning rapidly. Narancia then ran over to Bruno, trying to pry the boy off of him. "GET OFF OF HIM IF YOU KNOW WHAT'S GOOD FOR YOU!" He screamed, grabbing his arm and tried to push him off of his fellow raven haired boy. However... It was a bit challenging for him. He was only eight years old by the end of the day.

Fugo was met with Bruno's predicament as well, the boy seeing red from the amount of anger that he felt. He felt a new emotion, something he hadn't ever felt before. A figure appeared behind him as well, colored with white and purple checkers and yellow eyes. "Purple Haze!" He called his stand forth, running towards the teen and began to beat him down throughout his burning rage.

Bruno had fallen to the floor, feeling his throat finally become free. He coughed a bit, his eyes watered from the pain he previously felt. The gangster that had attacked him was on the ground, passed out from having been blasted backwards by both Purple Haze and Aerosmith. "Narancia and Fugo... You found them?" He questioned, coughing softly.

"...Bruno!" The silver haired boy quickly made his way to the ravenette, grabbing onto one of his hands with a panicked look in his eyes. It was an expression he had never showed before... There was pure concern in his eyes and he looked pained. "Are you okay?!" He questioned, pain in his voice.

"Yes... Everything is okay now, I believe," He had finally gotten up from the ground with the help of Leone, his eyes downcast. "They started attacking us because they wanted money... What stupid teenagers," He shook his head. The other gang members had ran off, too scared of the boys to continue and mess with them.

"You guys... You had that happen too, right?" Narancia looks downwards at his hands, feeling a little spooked, yet surprised. "Those figures that helped us fight... What are they? You guys named them too, right? I'm not sure on why, but... I think that my airplane's name is Aerosmith," He looks around the area in a panic.

"I'm sure that we're all spooked about it, but we've got to go home as soon as possible. We can't afford to run into another gang like that... We're all exhausted. Abbacchio, keep an eye on Fugo. I'll keep mine on Narancia," Bruno grabs onto Narancia's hand before quickly making his way out of the alleyway, following the pattern of the streetlights that he had passed earlier to get back to the foster home.

"Wait, Narancia-!" Fugo reaches out for Narancia before Abbacchio grabs his hand and follows after Bruno.

"...It's better that we split into groups that consist of one older kid and one younger kid. You get it, right?" Abbacchio sighs, looking after Bruno as the two ravenettes run off together. "...I want to protect Bruno as much as you want to protect Narancia. But it's safer this way," He follows closely behind Bruno.

Fugo doesn't take his eyes off of Narancia no matter what. He wouldn't be able to forgive himself if the black haired boy had gotten himself hurt. "...Leone," Something comes across the blonde's mind as they make their way to the foster home.

"...Yes, Fugo?" The silver haired boy questions curiously.

"Do you think that we'll ever be adopted?" He watches as Narancia giggles beside Bruno, and the taller boy laughs with him. Bruno picks up Narancia in his arms, holding him like a parent would their child. It was a heartwarming sight.

"...I'm sure the day will come, Fugo," Leone frowns, thinking on how long they have all been at the foster home together.

"Narancia... It's not fair," Fugo's eyebrows narrow and he frowns deeper, anger streaming throughout his veins. "He doesn't deserve to live a life like this. To live in a place without any parents... And they don't even care if he goes to school or not. I don't think he'll be able to survive on his own if we were to all get adopted and they left him here. Narancia is clearly going through a lot, and I want him to be in a place where he feels comfortable. You get what I'm saying, right?" He turns his head towards the silver haired boy with a frown.

"...I understand completely," Leone nods his head, a low sigh leaving his throat. "I want the same for Bruno. He works himself so hard to make sure that our lives our good... But nobody really does the same for him," He stops walking for a moment, turning his head towards Fugo.

"...We want to protect them. We both understand," A breeze blows through as the two boys stand in front of the foster home.