Unimportant Note: Guy's it's our first chapter without Fugo :*((
"(Name)? (Name)?" the dark haired capo asked as he glanced inside the ceiling of the turtle. The gaggle of defectors had been traveling through the canals of Venice for an hour or so. As the mobsters perched themselves in the boat, keeping a steady eye out for any sort of impending danger, (Name) healed Trish's wounds and restored the neural pathways in her once detached hand. The college student was planning on joining the rest of the defectors outside the turtle once she had finished doing so, but the room was so warm! And her eyelids grew heavier and heavier. She couldn't even remember the last time she slept! So she conceded. She curled herself up, leaning her body on the couch at Trish's side - the girl had told herself she was merely going to rest her eyes for a few minutes - but as you'd expect when a sleepy person says that - she ended up dozing off. Peering down at the snoozing pair, Bruno couldn't help but allow a soft smile to mold itself onto his features, "Dock the boat at the nearest pear. While you all handle that I'll wake Trish and (Name)." Bucciarati instructed as his fellow mafiosos nodded in agreement. Surely the sleeping pair would be disappointed if they were left out of their pit stop.
Upon entering the reptilian bunker, Bruno's attention went to (Name)'s sleeping form. A light chuckle escaped his lips as he took in her unconventional sleeping position. She was seated on the ground by Trish's feet. Her side was leaning against the sectional couch. One of her elbows was planted on the couch, her dainty hand cradled her cheek as she snoozed away. Her legs were snuggly curled up near her chest, as her free hand rested itself in her lap. Out of curiosity the ravenette squatted downwards next to the sleeping girl to get a closer look. It was a precious sight really, she was curled up in herself as snug as a bug in a rug. Upon getting closer the male could hear the deep exhales passing over her slightly parted lips. Her body leaning on the couch caused rogue strands of beautiful (hair color) hair to waterwall downward, mildly obstructing the girl's features. Without much thought, the ravenette reached his hand forward, tenderly brushing the stray strains behind the girl's ear allowing a better view at her features. So peaceful and delicate looking - nearly ethereal in nature. It was stunning to see the normally spunky expression replaced with such a tranquil one. The males hand gently traced from the girl's ear, down her jawline, until he brought his large hand to cradle one of her adorably plush cheeks. His thumb lovingly rubbed soft circles on the girl's skin as blue hues continued to fixate themselves on the sleeping woman. His slightly calloused fingertips contrasting greatly against the teens soft porcelain like skin. The fuzzy feeling the male had brewing at the pit of his stomach soon subsided, soon being replaced with a mild tinge of guilt. His enchanted smile of euphoria soon formed into a straight line, as he thought to himself he continued to gingerly stroke the girl's cheek.
She was tangled up into this mess due to him. At San Giorgio Maggiore he could've easily denied her from boarding the boat, and turning herself into a target for the vengeful boss - that was hell bent on offing all the members of the band of defectors. Conceding to her desire to help was selfish, and he was self aware of his calculated lack of intervention being self serving in nature. She had entrusted her safety into his hands - his capable hands. Since he had first laid eyes on her when she had exchanged a friendly wave in passing, as he was awaiting a meeting with Polpo, he felt a spark of innate magnetism and allure to the charming girl. Allowing her to put herself in danger was reckless on Bruno's part but, now that she was willingly in his grasp - Bruno didn't want her to be apart from him.
Still deliberating on his internal turmoil the capo continued to caress the angelic girl's features, until he noticed a sudden twitch in the girl's relaxed sleeping face. Her nose twitched as she lightly squirmed under his touches. Despite the softness of the males loving pets, she seemed to be stirring out of her slumber. With a disheartened sigh, Bruno retracted his hand from her cheek and placed it upon her shoulder giving it a gentle nudge. He forced a smile, to façade his internal guilt, as the girl's thick lashes began to flutter open.
"Cara, we're taking a detour to eat. I assume you'd want to join." the male spoke, bringing his hand back to his side once the girl was awake. The groggy girl, brought her well manicured hands to her face, lightly rubbing her sleepy eyes. A small pout came to her face as she began to speak.
"Damn it." the (hair color) puffed with a playful smile, "I was just planning on resting my eyes."
"You deserved some shut eye." Bruno returned with a nod of his head, he then brought himself from his squatting position up to his feet. Once standing at his full height he offered a large hand downward to help the girl off the floor, she gladly accepted the gesture allowing the capo to pull her to her feet.
"So, are we getting actual food? Or rest stop food. Because I'll be honest, I'm getting a little sick of chips and candy." (Name) asked her light hearted smile remaining as she stretched her arms above her head.
"We're stopping at a restaurant." Bruno informed with a small chuckle at her words, "Mista and Abbacchio are getting the boat docked as we speak. Let's wake Trish, and join them." (Name) turned to the sleeping girl, and bent down placing a hand on the sleeping girl's knee. The pink haired girl stirred at the contact.
"Trish." (Name) vocalized as the girl opened her eyes, "Trish, we're stopping to get real food! You gotta be sick of chips and candy too!" (Name) beamed as Trish looked on with drowsy eyes.
"I think I'll hang out here for a little longer, but I'll join you soon." Trish returned. (Name) hesitated for a moment, but nodded in agreement. She felt bad for leaving Trish alone, but after what she had gone through the college student couldn't blame her for wanting some alone time.
"Join us when you're ready!" (Name) said with a soft smile. With that said, Bucciarati and the (hair color) teen exited the bunker and made their way to the quant restaurant a few feet away from the dock, Bruno being sure to grab the turtle as the pair approached the eatery - the other defectors already claiming a table and pondering over the menu.
"Oh, oh, (Name)!" Narancia enthused with an ear to ear smile as the girl made her way over to the table, "Sit here!" the dark haired male insisted as he gestured to the empty seat to him with zealousness. Hastily, the charming boy stood up from his own seat, and pulled out the chair next to him, inviting the girl to take a seat. (Name) obliged with a chuckle. After she sat down Narancia pushed her chair in - mimicking what he had seen couples do in American movies - and took his own seat next to the girl, an adoring glint in his eye as he did so. At the shortest males opposing side sat Mista intently gazing over the menu, rubbing his chin as he contemplated what to order. Next to Mista sat Abbacchio, already sipping on a glass of red wine. Next to Abbacchio was where Giorno was intending to sit, but the magenta suit clade male was too preoccupied surveying the area for any impending enemy stand user threat. Next to the unoccupied seat rested another empty seat reserved for Trish. Next to the pair of empty seats, Bruno settled next to (Name) and began to read over the menu.
"Thanks for saving me a seat, Nara." (Name) cheerfully chimed as she opened her menu and began to browse over the options.
"Yeah! You're welcome, (Name)!" the boyish male piped in return with a jovial nod of his head. His excited nodding caused his thick dark locks to tussle back and forward. The gang chattered, and ordered their meals. Once they had arrived they happily dug in.
"Surely we've got time for dessert, right?" Mista asked with a playful tone, fiddling with the fork in his hand as he addressed the group. His thick eyebrows furrowed as his dark hues met (Name)'s, "Didn't that chocolate cake look orgasmic, (Name)?" the male asked, "We should totally share a piece." the gunslinger added with a wink. Before (Name) could form a sarcastic quip to give the male, Narancia piped in.
"(Name) doesn't like chocolate." Narancia smirked matter of factly. His tone was full of pride as he boasted his knowledge of the girl.
"I'm surprised you remembered that." (Name) commented, causing Narancia's smirk to grow.
"How do you not like chocolate?" Mista asked with a quirk of his eyebrow, astonished by the new information, "I've never met a person who doesn't like chocolate. You deserve to be in a museum for that."
"I said the same thing!" Narancia piped in agreement, causing the (hair color) to puff her cheeks as the men talked about her.
"Is it like a health thing?" Mista asked with skepticism as he continued, "Next you're gonna tell me you're a vegan or something." the male began to rant, "You know I really don't get that whole 'vegan' thing." the male stated using air quotes, "There's so many rules. I bet they don't even eat cheese!"
"I'm pretty sure that they don't." Abbacchio piped up in a nonchalant voice, swirling the wine glass in his hand.
"Vegans don't eat any sort of animal product." (Name) trailed off as she took a bite of her pasta. An inquisitive expression overtook Mista's expression as (Name) attempted to explain the principle of veganism.
"That includes eggs and milk, since those come from cows and chickens, remember? " Abbacchio asked, earning a nod from Mista, "So they can't eat pastries like cake and chocolates since they contain milk and eggs."
"What?!? They gotta give up cake and chocolate?!" Mista exclaimed in surprise, "Is that even worth it? It can't be that much better for your health."
"Vegan's choose their lifestyle because they feel bad for the animals." Abbacchio stated with a shrug as he took another sip of his wine.
"Plus animal products like dairy are bad for your skin." (Name) chimed into the conversation with a shrug of her shoulders as she too took a small sip of her drink, "I mean, I don't eat dairy and look at my skin." (Name) playfully bragged.
"You also use expensive creams and shit." Mista dismissed as he jokingly waved off the girl's statement, "So, not drinking milk can't be that big of a factor."
"That could be so." (Name) conceded before sarcastically continuing, pointing her fork at the male as she spoke, "But during the train incident, I wasn't the one who looked like the crypt keeper. So, maybe I'm onto something, yeah?." Mista's eyes narrowed at her challenge before continuing.
"Out of spite, I'm going to order a glass of milk and chug the whole thing in front of you." the gunslinger teased in return smirk adorning his features. His response earned a pout from the college student, before she could form a wise creak to send back Narancia piped up.
"Wait, leather is made from animals. So, what do they do about handbags and shoes?" Narancia asked in confusion.
"They wear sneakers and carry around backpacks." Abbacchio answered.
"Woah! That takes so much effort! That's so limiting!" Mista whined out, "Are you telling me there's a group of old vegan geezer grannys out there who walk around dressed like ball players?"
"You know that vegan leather exists, right?" (Name) asked in amusement. She couldn't help but laugh at the absurd imagery that Mista was portraying.
"Vegan leather?! Isn't that an oxymoron? How can it be leather and vegan?" the crop top wearing male egged on.
"It's a synthetic material that mocks the appearance of leather." (Name) attempted to explain between small chuckles, "It's usually made up of modified plastics and stuff like that."
"Okay, now you're telling me that there's a group of grannies who dress like ball players and carry around bags made out of plastic?!? Come on now, this veganism thing keeps getting more and more ridiculous!" Mista continued
"I think you're grossly over generalizing veganism" (Name) chuckled out. Before she could delve further into the topic, a voice interjected itself from beside the girl effectively pecking her curiosity. The sudden commotion caused (Name) to swivel in her seat towards the source of the sudden racket. Upon turning around she was greeted with the sight of Narancia, who had been pulled out of his seat, being antagonized by a belligerent stranger. The ponytail sporting stranger was holding the smaller male by the caller as he barked insults at the boy.
"You little shit! This suit cost four million lire! You think I'm gonna let you get away with this?" the stranger hissed out. (Name)'s face immediately scrunched itself into an annoyed grimace upon understanding the situation at hand. The unmissable burgundy wine stain on the males pristine crisp white suit, and his sour expression paired with the anger in his tone, made it easy to deduce that Narancia must've accidently spilled some of the drink in his hand on the male, "You scrawny little shit! I'm expecting you to pay me up front for this!"
"Hey!" (Name) piped up in defense of her friend as she stood from her chair, "Don't you talk to him like that, asshole! It was an accident!" Upon her interjection, the stranger's face took on a smirk and he released his grasp on the mafioso. Allowing Narancia to dust himself off.
"An expensive accident!" the stranger asserted, directing his sour glare to (Name) rather than Narancia.
"Your parents not wearing a condom was an expensive accident!" (Name) insulted under her breath with narrowed (eye color) hues. A small smirk came to features as she crossed her arms over her chest. She then raised her voice to saucily talk back to the taller male,"I hate to break it to you, but that material is a polyester and rayon blend at best. There's no way it's as expensive as you're claiming it is. "
"What the hell are you talking about?!?" the male hissed with an accusatory finger directed downward at the girl, the sour scold on his face deepening. (Name) reached her dainty hand upwards, pinching at the fabric of the males sleeve, and rubbing the fabric together creating a scratching sound.
"So, you hear that scratching?" (Name) asked with a quirked brow upwards at the male, "Expensive fabrics don't make that sound." A thick tension filled the air as the stranger silently glared daggers downward at the college student, his eye twitching with anger as the girl thought her well manicured hand back to her side. Narancia stood by (Name) attentively watching on, as did the other mafiosos at the table, the shorter males knuckles grew white as he angrily gripped the glass in his hand. How dare someone look at (Name) in such a nasty manner!
"Who do you think you are?" he retorted.
"Well, obviously, I'm someone who knows more about expensive fabrics than you do." (Name) sarcastically jabbed at the enraged stranger a small smirk on her attractive features as she did so. This guy and his shein quality suit deserved to be knocked down a few pegs.
"Polyester or not! This little shit ruined my suit!" the stranger sharply returned as he guestured to the male at (Name)'s side, "And I'm expecting some kind of payment." the male trailed off, giving the attractive college student a predatory up and down glance as he spoke. His scold molded into a smirk as he drank in her appearance, biting his bottom lip as he began to form a proposition, "Money would be preferred, but for a pretty thing like you...I'm sure we could work out another means of payment. Whatcha say, sweetheart?" The provocative suggestion made the girl's skin crawl as she physically cringed. Her smirk morphed to a disgusted grimace as she formed a fierce retort.
"What the fuck makes you think that you have the right to sexualize and objectify people? You fucking cree-" (Name) began to scold only for Narancia to step in. First this guy gives her a nasty glare, and now he's coming onto her?!? That's where he draws the line! In one swift motion Narancia mercilessly brought the wine glass in his hand to collide with the enraged stranger's chin. The force of the collision caused the glass to break on impact, sending small shards of glass and droplets of wine to fling through the air - further staining the males white suit. The impact of Narancia's unexpected blow caused the opposing male to fall to the ground like dead weight, blood leaking from his nose. (Name) stood on, (eye color) hues wide at the sight of the male being taken to the ground so easily.
"No one talks to (Name) like that!" Narancia hissed downward at the white suit clad male. Energized by the sudden commotion, Mista jumped from his seat to join in on the action.
"Yeah, no one talks to (Name) like that!" Mista announced with vigor as he approached the suited male on the ground.
"Look's like we've found ourselves an enemy stand user!" Narancia hissed out as he began kicking the suited stranger on the ground with Mista hastily joining in on the act of vengeance. The pair spat insults at the stranger as they continued their assault.
"He's already on the ground, guys. Don't you think this is overkill?" (Name) half heartedly trailed off as she continued to watch on, reaching over to her beverage on the table and taking a sip of it. As she turned towards the table she gazed over to Abbacchio. Surely he'd intervein, right? The long haired mafioso shrugged his shoulders, and took a slip of the burgundy beverage in his hand. After taking a gulp the male stood from his chair, and made his way over to the onslaught. Surely Abbacchio, the stoic and no nonsense type of guy he seemed to be, would put a stop to it right? To (Name)'s surprise, no, he joined in the attack with his fellow mafioso's. Giving the white suit clad stranger a kick to the torso as the other two mafioso's did the same. (Name) watched on with a raised eyebrow. This guy was an asshole sure, and receiving a bit of a beating was karma at work. But being teamed up on by three angry mafiosos...that's a bit much.
"This guy was a total prick, but I don't think that a stand user would be out and about in a cheap men's warehouse suit." (Name) stated as she gestured to the males cheap garbs now stained with wine and blood, "And if he were a stand user don't you think he'd be fighting back by now?" (Name) attempted to reason with the trio as she took another sip of her beverage. Upon hearing her words Abbacchio squatted down to assess the ponytail sporting male, bloody, whelped up, bruised, and out cold. She was right. This guy isn't an enemy stand user.
"Hold up! Pump the breaks, guys." Abbacchio voiced, causing Mista and Narancia to pause their beating, "She's right, this guy isn't a stand user. He's just an innocent civilian."
"I wouldn't say innocent." (Name) mumbled under her breath as she recalled the stranger's earlier proposition; she swirled the drink in her hand as she leaned on the back of her chair.
"Shit!" Narancia piped up with worry in his tone, "Damn it! What am I gonna do now?!"
"He kinda had it coming." Mista stated with a shrug using one of his olive toned hands to wave off the younger mafioso's worries, "He should've talked to (Name) like that." Abbacchio turned back to the incapacitated male.
"Before we let this guy go, why don't we have this asshole test our food for poison." Abbacchio asked with a smirk. (Name) tapped her chin with her dainty finger as she contemplated to herself, and a mischievous idea popped into her head.
"Ohhh, Mind Games can make him piss himself!" (Name) beamed with a troublesome grin adorning her attractive features. Her sudden idea earned a cacophony of snickers from the trio.
"(Name)... you're downright diabolical!" Mista smirked as he began to wave the girl over, "Get your ass over here!" (Name) was happy to oblige, she turned to place her glass back on the table - but was interrupted by Bruno placing the palm of his hand atop hers as she placed the glass down. The touch stopped the girl's actions, as she turned her now confused gaze to the raven haired male. The males blue hues held a soft yet firm glint, as he quietly asked.
"Cara, how many times do I need to ask you to stay out of trouble?" Bruno questioned with a raised brow. (Name) gave the capo a momentary blank stare, cocking her head at his words before letting out a sheepish chuckle. Feeling a little embarrassed, like a child getting corrected by a parental figure.
"Yeah, I guess you're right. That might be a bit too far. The heat of the moment got the best of me." (Name) agreed with an awkward smile as she settled into her seat once more. Her change of heart earned a smile from the capo, who removed his hand from hers, opting to place a protective hand on the back of her chair. With (Name) settled Bruno then turned his attention to the other three mafioso's.
"That's enough, you three. You've had your fun, but we don't have time to mess around." Bucciarati stated. His words caused the trio to halt their assault, and gather back at the table with Giorno joining in this time, standing behind Bucciarati with his arms crossed over his chest rather than sitting in the empty chair that was saved for him.
"So, what's our next move, Bucciarati?" Abbacchio asked, vocalizing what the rest of the group was thinking.
"The boss's stand can obliterate time. Once he uses his stand, he's nearly impossible to beat. Our attacks won't have any effect in the least." Bruno began with a blunt and somber tone but soon became more energized as he further spoke, "However, all bets are off when we uncover his identity!"
"This guy is a total recluse, though. So how do we do that?" (Name) asked with a raised brow.
"Yeah, he's removed any trace of his life till now." Mista chimed in.
"What about Trish?" Abbacchio asked, "Surely we can learn something useful from her. The boss and that band of goons were after her for a reason, right?."
"Like what though?" (Name) asked giving the long haired male her full attention as she began to list her concerns, "It's not like we can give her a paternity test or something. Her stand might be a lead to his guy's identity, but she hasn't manifested it yet. Even if she were to manifest one, it being a lead to the boss would be a huge maybe. She's never met the guy either, so it's not like we can use personal anecdotes as clues." (Name) spoke biting at her lip as she continued to think, nervously running her finger along the top of her empty glass as she did so, "Besides, we haven't even asked her if she'd be willing to help us find her father. I mean, she got dragged into this whole situation against her will. We shouldn't just assume she wants to join in."
"I agree with (Name)!" Narancia blurted out wholeheartedly, "Trish has been involved in this enough. She's the true victim here. Her own father tried to kill her. She's gotta be in shock! Have a heart Bucciarati! Involving her in the hunt for the boss's identity is the wrong move." Narancia spoke with certainty. His ethical appeal left the rest of the group, especially the capo, speechless. Narancia was correct, involuntarily involving Trish in their venture would lower them to the level of the goons who were attempting to kidnap her.
"Thank you" the voice of Trish interjected as she made her leave from the turtle which rested in the empty chair that was being reserved for the pink haired girl . Her unexpected voice captured the attention of the rest of the group, " But it's okay, Narancia. I understand what kind of man my father is, and your talk of him leaving no trace sparked something in me. When I was younger I asked my mom about my father, she said that she had met him on the island of Sardinia. One of the only stories my mother told me of him was that after they met, he went to run an errand. He told her he'd be back soon, but he vanished and left nothing. Not even his real name." Trish recalled her tone somber as she spoke.
"That must've been before he became the boss!" Abbacchio spoke up, causing the other members of the group to perk up, "Sardinia must be his hometown."
"I don't know that for sure." Trish stated, "But it's somewhere to start."
"You know what telling us that entails? We might be the ones to kill your biological father." Bruno asked.
"What your group decides to do is your prerogative." Trish stated her tone growing more passionate as she continued, "I just want to know the identity of the blood that's pumping in my veins! And I'll be damned if he kills me before I get an answer!"
"Oh, look at that Narancia! She's a lot tougher than you thought." Abbacchio stated, impressed by Trish's sudden change of heart.
"Yeah, I get it." Narancia pouted in response before muttering to himself, "I guess I was projecting onto Trish too much." . Embarrassed that he had underestimated the pink haired girl. (Name) took note of his disheartened demeanor, and placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder.
"Don't beat yourself up about it, Nara." the college student encouraged with a warm smile, "Your heart was in the right place, and that's all that matters." The disappointed expression on his face morphed into a dreamy one, due to (Name)'s sincere reassurance, the boy gave (Name) a simple nod in return. With her reassurance heard, (Name) gave the males shoulder a comforting pat before she removed her hand and turned her attention to Trish who was standing a few feet away from the table interacting with Bruno and Abbacchio. (Name) stood from her seat, and approached the trio, "Trish, grab a menu!" (Name) gleefully spoke as she walked over, "You've been in that turtle for so long, you gotta be hungry! Who knows when we'll get real food again." But before (Name) could continue Narancia piped up once more.
"Guys we've got an enemy stand user on our hands!" Narancia warned, causing the rest of the group to immediately turn their attention to the younger male still at the table - the male had frantically removed himself from his chair and was pointing at the bowl on the table. Upon hearing the warning, Bruno stepped into action giving orders and instructing Trish's return to the bunker, "There's a shark thing in my soup!" Narancia called out as he summoned Aerosmith and launched an attack on the bowl.
"Where are we being attacked?" Mista asked as he took a defensive stance by the shorter stand user.
"The bowl! It was in the bowl!" Narancia yelled out, pointing to the glass fragments and puddle of broth on the ground, "There was a shark-like thing in there!"
"I'm not seeing anything out of the ordinary." Mista spoke as he crouched down to inspect the puddle of broth and broken glass, "It couldn't have gotten away yet, surely."
"Stand abilities are so unpredictable." (Name) piped up as she surveyed the area, "This thing has to be good at camouflage or something."
"That's correct!" Bruno asserted,'' We must remain vigilan-" before Bruno could finish his statement Mista's distraught voice caught Bruno and the rest of the group's attention.
"Narancia you okay?" Mista asked with panic. Upon turning to Mista (Name) was met with the sight of Naranica on the ground, the dark haired male was squirming around with utter distress laced in his eyes as he let out incomprehensible groans, "What the hell are you screaming about? I'm trying to help you, but you gotta answer me!" Mista's frantic questions were met with more incomparable groans and distraught pointing from the injured male he was squatting next to.
"Mista, wait, Narancia may not be able to talk!" Bruno jetted in.
"Shit! Can you really not talk?" Mista blurted out gazing at the still frantic Naranica.
"Mista, stop asking him questions. It's making him freak out even more." (Name) asserted as she approached the males side, but before she could successfully reach it blood began to spew from Narancia's mouth. (Name)s eyes grew to dinner plates at the sight. Shit this isn't good.
"His tongue got cut out! I don't think he's breathing either!" Mista informed as he supported Narancia's head in his arms, "We need help over here! Giorno! (Name)! You've gotta get your asses over here!"
"He's gonna choke on his own blood, Mista! You gotta turn him on his side!" (Name) instructed, putting the nervous feeling in the pit of her stomach to the back of her mind as she knelt down next to the boy. Perching herself between Girono and Bucciarati. Immediately she took note of the blood that leaked from his mouth and stained his chin and neck, she used one hand to summon her stand and instructed Mind Games to stop the bleeding. She attempted to feel his wrist for a pulse with her free hand. It was light. (Name) then placed her hand under Narancia's nose and then near his mouth in hopes of feeling the male exhaling. She felt small inconsistent breaths on her hand.
"He's about to suffocate! (Name), can't you tell his brain to breathe out of his nose or something?!" Mista suggested with haste.
"I wish, but it's not that simple. All I can do right now is top the bleeding." (Name) said turning her now one eyed gaze up to the crop top wearing male, "His trachea is blocked. He won't be able to breathe until we give him the heimlich or something."
"What?! Can't you make him throw up the blood he's choking on?" Mista asked once more the distress in his tone growing.
"That wouldn't work either. That would end up obstructing his breathing more." (Name) returned growing more worried as well.
"I could try and have the body absorb the blood, but if it's enough to get him to choke like this, It'll take a little time." (Name) returned.
"We don't have time!" Mista retorted.
"Sit him up! I'll start the Heimlich. Once the obstruction is gone, getting him breathing again will be a piece of cake." (Name) said with desperation seeping from her tone.
"No, wait, I have a more immediate solution." Giorno stated as he turned to Mista as well, "Mista do you have a pin on you?"
"A pin?" Mista asked with perplexity, "I've got one right here." Mista spoke as he began to dig around his pant pocket, unveiling a pin after doing so, "Why? What do you need it for?" he asked as he handed the pin to Giorno. Actions speak louder than words, so Giorno opted to demonstrate what he had in mind for the pin, rather than explaining. In one swift motion the blonde mafioso stabbed the pin into the choking males neck. The act earned a gasp from the rest of the group, as well as (Name) who cringed at the pin's impact. With haste Girono removed the inners from the pin, creating a makeshift tracheostomy breathing tube. Narancia's breathing allowed the group to ease for a moment.
"Oh, thank god! He's breathing now!" Mista sighed with relief as he allowed himself to relax.
"Giorno, you are the most resourceful man I've ever met." (Name) praised in amazement of his quick thinking.
"Thank you." the blonde mafioso nodded at the girl as he began to explain his plan, "Now, I can imbue life energy into the pin to create a new tongue."
"While you do that I'll make sure his vitals are regulated." (Name) nodded in response as she got her stand back to work. After a few minutes, Giornio had successfully replaced Narancia's tongue.
"Are you alright, Narancia?" Bruno asked as the smaller male recovered, "What information can you give us? Who's the enemy? How does their stand work?"
"I'm okay." Narancia assured between coughs and pants as he brought himself back to his feet, "It was some kind of weird shark thing swimming in the soup."
"Can you give us a description of the enemy?" Mista asked, "Like what did it look like? Which direction did it go in?"
"He was huge! And he ran to the back of the restaurant! It was crazy!" Narancia blurted as he gestured to the building, earning a plethora of perplexed expressions from the rest of his group.
"What?" Mista asked in confusion, "You said you saw this thing in your soup. So, how can it be big?"
"What?!? Did I really say that?" Narancia asked in as much confusion at the seemingly foreign words that left his mouth as the gunslinger was at hearing them.
"The enemy might have the ability to shrink like that smelly guy on the hit man team." (Name) chimed in, attempting to make sense of Narancia's conflicting deception.
"You've gotta point, (Name)." Mista nodded in agreement before turning back to a confused Narancia, "Would you say the enemy was about this big?" The gunslinger then gestured various measurements with his hands as he spoke, "Or more like this big." the male asked as he extended his measurement to about two feet long.
"Yeah! That one! It was that big!" Narancia agreed. Eye's growing wide at the words that spewed from his mouth. What the hell?! That's the opposite of what he meant to say!
"So, this big ass fish was taking a dip in your soup, and then fled into the restaurant and vanished?!" Mista asked, raising a brow at Naranica's far fetched story. The annoyance in the beanie clad males tone began to grow more and more prevalent as the shorter mafiosos story grew more and more convoluted.
"Yes! That's exactly it!" Narancia answered, growing more distraught as he spoke.
"The picture you're painting isn't exactly making sense. I assume that the enemy was fast in order to get the jump on you like that, correct?" Bruno interjected.
"No, this guy was as slow as they come! He was sluggish even!" Narancia answered, foreign words jetting from his mouth once more. The distress in his mannerisms grew more and more prevalent with each word he spoke. The rest of the gang gave each other confused side glances at the boy's anecdote.
"Oh come on!" Mista scolded in annoyance his usual playful tone taking on a more serious one as he continued, "If this guy was as huge and slow as you're saying he is don't you think we would've seen him?" Dark hues narrowed at the smaller male as he continued, " Did you even see a stand, Narancia?" Mista asked.
"Of course I did...not see him!" Narancia piped, his expression growing more distraught than before with his hand moving to cover his mouth at the words that involuntarily purged themselves from his mouth.
"Ugh? Your story makes no sense at all!" Mista scoffed with irradiation as he grabbed at the collar of Narancia's top, "You're starting to sound like a real wack job! I think you're just making up stories, because you don't wanna admit you got beat by the enemy, huh?"
"Hey! Don't talk to him like that! Catching an attitude isn't going to help us find the stand user." (Name) jetted in as she lightly slapped Mista's hands off of Narancia, "Are you forgetting that he just had his tongue ripped out? He's still shook up over it, obviously. Give him a few minutes to calm down." Mista gave the girl an annoyed side eye glance as he began to speak up.
"We don't exactly have time for that, (Name)." Mista puffed as he crossed his arms over his chest and turned his gaze back to the panicking shorter male, "You didn't see anything! Just come out with it!"
"I did see...nothing!" Narncia desperately blurted, expression growing more pained.
"I don't sense anything suspicious going on." Abbacchio interjected, "Whatever Narancia saw must be a long range stand."
"Then the user must be watching us from a distance." Giorno chimed in, "Perhaps we should make our leave. The canal will take us out to sea to make our escape from Venice." Girono's words caused Naranica to perk up and dash over to the magenta suit wearing blonde, grabbing his arm in an attempt to drag him away from the dock. The enemy's stand has to be traveling in the water! They'd be sitting ducks in the canal! Despite his attempts to pull Giorno away from the boat, his words contradicted his actions.
"That's right, Giorno! That's a great idea! The canal is waiting for us so let's hurry up!" as the frantic words left his mouth Narancia was quick to slap his hand over his lips.
"No, this is our chance to track down and eliminate the enemy!" Bruno stated, "The boss hasn't had time to assemble all his forces since he wasn't expecting our betrayal, so if we take out this enemy we'll be able to make it out to sea right under his nose."
"That makes sense!" Mista nodded in agreement, "I'm all in!"
"You can count me in too." Abbacchio chimed in.
"Alright then it's settled. Bucciarati, we'll follow your lead." Giorno stated with certainty in his tone.
"Abbacchio, I need you to summon Moody Blues. We should start by running a replay back at the table." Bruno asked.
"I'm on it!" Abbacchio chimed, but before the gang could head back to the table Naranica interrupted once more.
"The enemy is over there!" The boy yipped out pointing towards the resteruarts bathroom. His eyes grew to the size of dinner plates at the words that left his mouth. The stand was in the water of the canal, not the bathroom! Shit! Why does he keep lying!?! If the rest of the gang heads in there, they're practically sitting ducks with all the water sources in there! Especially since this shark stand teleports from one water source to another! If only he could tell the truth!
"It went into the restaurant's bathroom?" Abbacchio asked with a raised eyebrow as the rest of the gang turned to face the location the mortified male was pointing towards.
"I swear, you better have damn well seen something this time!" Mista warned as he began to approach the bathroom's entrance with the other stand users following in his pursuit. Before (Name) could get closer to the enemy's supposite location Giornio interrupted her.
"(Name) while we're investigating, could you look after the turtle?" the blonde asked, before (Name) could respond he was already gestured the reptile in her direction. A small pout came to her features as she gently took the turtle bunker from the males grasp. Now was no time to argue.
"Are you seriously putting me on turtle duty?" (Name) pouted.
"Just this once, yes." Giorno responded as he began to approach the bathroom as well. Leaving (Name) and a distraught Narancia behind. Turning her attention to the boy (Name) noted his now skittish demeanor, which was a far cry from his usual behavior.
"Nara, you've been acting really... off... since that stand attacked you earlier. What's wrong?" (Name) asked as she gave the male her full attention, but Narancia was still fixated on the bathroom's entrance contemplating what his next move should be. How is he going to get his friends out of there if he can't tell the truth? A flurry of frustration washed over the frantic mafioso as he pulled at his thick locks. "Narancia!? Your eyes are watering. Are you hurt? You gotta let me help you." (Name) chimed once more to get his attention. Shit! His frustration is causing his eyes to water. Damn it! The enemy stand can teleport into his tears and hurt (Name) if she gets too close to him! Narancia isn't going to let that happen! He's here to protect (Name)! "Are you hurt? You gotta let me help you." (Name) insisted as she began to reach her free hand out to grab Narancia's hand. Shit, she's getting too close!
"(Name) stop!" The male warned as he began to back away from her touch, as he frantically wiped away his tears more seemed to spill out. He could feel his heart hit his ass at the thought of (Name) getting attacked by that freaky shark stand!
"Narancia! Something is obviously wrong. Let me use Mind Games to check you out." (Name) continued to insist as she approached the panicking male. If she gets any closer, surely the enemy stand will use his tears to attempt to attack her! And with all the water sources in the bathroom surely it would attack the rest of the gang too! Narancia's breathing began to grow more rushed and his eyes widened with anticipation and worry as he continued to contemplate what to do, a cacophony of differing possibilities swirled around his head. The male was rattled by the terrier of (Name) getting hurt on his account. Until an idea popped into his mind, without much thought the dark haired male gave the shorter stand user a light shove. With just enough force to push her to the ground without causing injury.
"Hey! Narancia! What the hell was that for?" (Name) yelped out as her bottom collided with the cement, the turtle in her hands landing on her lap. Narancia didn't have time to answer, as he dashed into the bathroom and attempted to steer his friends away from the room's water sources. If the group lingered in there for too long, they were as good as dead! He had to do anything he could to get them out of there!
(Name) stayed on the ground for a moment as she gazed in the direction of the bathroom with perplexity in her expression. Narancia was such a sweet guy. She knew for a fact that he wouldn't intentionally harm her.
She sat in thought for a few more moments, until an idea struck her. The enemy stand must be doing something to change his behaviors! The enemy may be a mind manipulating stand like hers. That would explain the sudden change in Narancia's actions! If she used her stand to check over Narancia's brain, surely she'd be able to see what's wrong and could even override whatever the enemy stand is doing! It's a good theory! Now (Name) needs to put it into practice! Quickly the girl stood to her feet, and bounded in the direction of the bathroom with the reptilian bunker cradled in one of her arms. Upon reaching the entrance she was greeted by a concerned looking Bruno, a disgusted Abbacchio, and an annoyed Mista exiting the room. (Name) cocked an eyebrow at their expressions. Geez, what happened in there?
"Where are you guys going?" (Name) asked as the three mafioso's exited the bathroom.
"The little pervert has lost his mind!" Abbacchio muttered as he stomped out of the bathroom, "I swear the kid has to be seeing things. Our best bet at finding the enemy stand user is to use Moody Jazz to track it down at the table where it was first spotted"
"Yeah!" Mista chimed in, "We only checked in there because he said he saw the enemy! And then he just whips it out!?! Out of nowhere?! (Name), you don't wanna know what went down in there!" Mista stated in disgust as he recalled Narancia's disparate attempt to sway the group away from checking the toilet for enemy stand.
"What are you talking about?! What happened?" (Name) asked as she began to follow the three men back to the table in an attempt to gain further info on the situation at hand.
"The little hooligan whipped his dick out and started pissing! Right in front of us!" Mista vented, "Is that some kind of fetish or somet-" before Mista could continue his rant Bruno interrupted him. "We don't need to dwell on it. Our focus is the enemy." Bruno stated as the group reached the table and Abbacchio summoned his stand.
"Guys, somethings wrong with Narancia." (Name) blurted out, "He wouldn't do something like that out of the blue."
"Duh, you're damn right there's something wrong with that little deviant!" Mista returned, earning an eye roll from the college student. He would be so dense sometimes.
"Don't you think that Narancia acting so out of character could be because of a stand user?" (Name) asked the irked gunslinger.
"Psh, I bet there isn't even a stand user. If there was, Narancia must've gotten his ass beat, and is too embarrassed to say anything about it." Mista dismissed with a shrug, "With his story being all over the place Moody Jazz is the only way we can get an idea of what actually happened."
"Hold the turtle." (Name) insisted as she gestured the turtle towards Mista. In return he gave the girl a skeptical look, causing (Name) to sigh as she continued to explain herself, "Narancia isn't the little boy who cried wolf. He has no reason to lie about seeing a stand. I'm going to go and check on him." (Name) spoke with certainty. Hesitantly Mista took the turtle out of her grasp.
"Fine, but if you can't get his bullshit in order. Or if he starts acting fishy, call for us." Mista stated with certainty in his tone. (Name) nodded in return before turning on her heels and dashing in the direction of the bathroom. Upon stepping in the doorway, (Name)'s (eye color) hues grew wide at the sight of the disheveled bathroom. She's heard men's rooms are gross but come on! Puddles of water littered the tile floor, a leaking pipe near one of the stalls, and in the middle of it all was a distraught looking Naracnia - with burnt hands - looking into his stand's radar. Okay, now (Name) knows for sure that something has to be wrong.
"Narancia!" (Name) piped as she made her way over to the dark haired boy worry laced her voice as she spoke. Although she normally likes to get consent before using her stand to play around with someone's brain, the college student didn't bother asking this time. Due to the seemingly dire situation she clasped her dainty hand on Narancia's exposed shoulder and had her stand go to work. She directed Mind Games to do a general check for inconsistencies in the boy's brain activity in hopes of figuring out how the enemy is influencing him, "Where did Giogio go? He was in here with you last. Did the enemy stand do something to him?!" (Name) asked as she multitasked. Her now one eyed gaze directed itself upward at the dark haired boy.
"He's fine!! Don't worry about him! Don't worry about me, everything's fine!!" The boy continued to lie as he used his stand to track down Giorno. That freaky shark stand attacked him, and is now dragging him to who knows where! As Narancia continued to stare at his radar to anticipate where Giorno could be, (Name) took note of a change in the boy's amygdala when he spoke. When Narancia spoke less neural activity occurred in the region! The amygdala is responsible for emotional processing, and in most cases becomes less active when people lie!
"Naranica, when you're driving do you stop and stop signs?" (Name) asked, using Mind Games to monitor the activity of the boys' amygdala. She had to ask Narancia a question she was sure of the answer to in order to assure that her hypothesis was correct. Narancia still gazed at Aerosmith's radar as he responded.
"Yes! I do!" he lied. And as she had suspected, the activity in the males amygdala decreased.
"You're lying!" (Name) blurted at the realization, "The enemy is making you lie! Right?!"
Narancia beamed at her words, she had figured it out! God she's so smart...and pretty. And just in time, when they get to Giorno he's going to need medical attention as soon as possible, and (Name) was best suited to attend to the blonde.
"No! It's not!" He piped in return as he frantically shook his head - the enemy stand on his tongue still making him lie.
"Mind Games makes me a walking talking lie detector!" (Name) assured with a smile on her features, happy that she was able to get to the bottom of what was happening, "I know you're saying the opposite of what you mean!"
"(Name)! I don't need your help. Giorno is fine, and is in perfect health!" Narancia spoke with anxiety as he grabbed the girls hand - securely intertwining his lengthy fingers with hers - and sprinted out of the bathroom with the college student matching his speed. With his words meaning the opposite of what he said, Giorno is in trouble and most likely on the brink of death. (Name) had become accustomed to helping mafioso's on the brink of death though, so getting an injured Giogio back up to speed should be a piece of cake! "Nara, are there two stand users?"
"No!" The male continued to lie as the pair raced into the restaurant. (Name) continued to follow Naranica's lead., "There's one who doesn't teleport through water, and one that makes me only speak the truth!" So, there are two, great. Gotta keep an eye out for water sources. As the two rushed around a corner they caught sight of a incapacitated Giorno crammed inside a fish tank, with a grey shark like stand attached to him. But before the two could blink Giorno and the enemy stand had teleported to a different body of water across the restaurant, earning a gasp from each of the hand holding stand users. The pair watched with bewilderment as the stand teleported itself and Giorno from liquid filled glasses across the restaurant.
"Shit is there any way to anticipate where it'll end up?" (Name) asked as she watched the stand continue to teleport across the restaurant.
Narancia thought for a second, this guy can only teleport three meters at a time and injuring this guy seems to have slowed down his movements, "This way!" Narancia said, giving the girls hand a small yank as he sprinted to the kitchen with (Name) following suit.
"Giorno!" (Name) involuntarily squealed as the pair entered the kitchen. The blonde mafioso rested collapsed in a puddle of water on the ground next to the stove, with blood oozing from his mouth and neck wound. The shark-like stand rested in the puddle next to Giorno, threatening to attack again. Shit, (Name) wanted to run over and help the blonde but her getting injured too would just be a liability for Narancia! After being in the room for a few minutes (Name) couldn't help but notice a smell. A familiar smell. Shit! Don't tell me there's a gas leak in here!
"Aerosmit-" before Narancia could have his stand attack the enemy (Name) interrupted him.
"Narancia no! There's a gas leak!" (Name) frantically blurted, "If you shot at him, this whole place is gonna go up in flames!"
"Damn it! You're right." Narancia spoke. Shit what's he going to do now? After a couple moments of hesitation an unfamiliar voice filled the air.
"Hesitant now? Are you Narancia?" the smug voice of the enemy stands' user taunted , "Your stand can't shoot me in this gasish death trap!" he must be communicating through his stand.
"That's where you're wrong! You bottom feeder! There's more than one way to filet a homicidal fish!" Narancia spoke with certainty as Aerosmith attacked the sharklike stand with its helicopter-like blades. Successfully launching the enemy stand across the kitchen, "We got him! And I'm telling the truth!"
"Good thinking, Narancia!" (Name) beamed as she removed her dainty hand from Naracnia's, "I'll get to helping Giogio if you let everyone else know what's up." But before her plan could come to fruition, the other three stand users barged into the kitchen.
"What's with all the commotion?" Abbacchio asked as he entered the doorway.
"There's two stands! One teleports through water and the oth-" Before Narancia could finish blurting out his words Mista piped up.
"Oh, shit! Is that the enemy stand?!" Mista asked as he raised his firearm up to aim at the shark-like stand.
"Fire away, Mista!" Narancia falsely assured. (Name)'s eyes nearly bulged out of his skull at his words. Shit he's lying again.
"Mista! No!" (Name) yelled out as she placed herself in the line of fire in order to dissuade the gunslinger further, "This place is full of natural gas. If you fire off your gun in here, this whole place is going to catch fire. Your pores are huge now, but imagine how they'll look after you set your fucking face on fire!" With her words Mista lowered his firearm, and cocked a brow down at the on edge girl.
"You could've just told me not to shoot." Mista whined as he crossed his arms over his chest, "Bringing my pores into this wasn't necessary."
"You're right." (Name) conceded, "I'm a little on edge. I'm sorry. Your pores are fine."
"I accept your apolog-" Before Mista could finish his sentence Abbacchio jetted in.
"We don't have time for this!" The long haired mafioso stated in annoyance.
"You're right!" (Name) agreed, "We've got two stands on our hands. One teleports through water, and the other one forces you to lie."
"So, Narancia has been unwillingly lying to us this whole time?" Bruno asked.
"That's why his story sounded so convoluted." Mista stated.
"Yes! Exactly!" (Name) nodded in agreement, before she could continue to speak she was interrupted by Narancia shouting.
"Giorno look out!" the dark haired male yelped out, catching the rest of the stand users attention. Upon turning around, (Name) was greeted by the sight of a distraught Narancia sitting on his knees and slamming his fist onto the cabinet next to him in frustration in the puddle - the now missing- Giorno had collapsed into. Leaving one of his ladybug pendants in his place.
"Shit!" the boy yelled out in frustration, (Name) rushed over to the boy's side.
"Narancia, we'll find him." She attempted to assure.
"Forget the stand. Find the user?!" Narancia spoke as his hands moved to pull at his thick locks in frustration, "The hell does that even mean?"
"The stand user!" (Name) returned as she grabbed the males arm to pull him back to his feet, "We gotta find the stand user!" After pulling Narancia to his feet, she bent down to grab the ladybug and handed it to the dark haired boy, "Giorno doesn't leave these around willy nilly. He's got a plan in mind. We just gotta hunt down the stand user to get his plan in motion." (Name)'s words energized Naranica. She was right, the fight isn't over yet. With a confident nod, he grabbed her hand once more and sprinted out of the restaurant with (Name) in toe. Leaving the other three stand users confused as they dashed out of the building.
In the crowd of people everyone's breathing looked so similar on Narancia's radar! Shit! How is he going to find these two douchebags? Then an idea popped into the males head. Fake it till you make it, right? "(Name), I'm gonna have to do something drastic to identify these guys. Please, help me not bleed out." Narancia spoke, his focus still directed at his stands radar as he led (Name) though the crowd. Bobbing and weaving past pedestrians in the process.
"You can count on me! No one's going to be dying on my watch, Nara!" (Name) assured with confidence. Her grip on his hand tightened as she continued to keep pace with the mafioso. If they weren't in a near death situation her tight grip would be cute! Okay, maybe it's still a little cute...even if the pair were tracking down a dying Giorno.
"Hey! Ass hats!" Narancia began to bluff as both himself and (Name) reached the square, "I found you! You can't hide from me." (Name) perked up at his words, and surveyed the area. She didn't see anyone suspicious in sight. There wasn't a single crop top or wacky hairdo anywhere! There's no way there's a stand user nearby...that's when she realized that Narancia was putting up a front to draw the enemy stand users out! Frantic breathing would show on his radar! Before (Name) could take further action, she realized what the boy had meant by doing something drastic. Narnacia's tongue was sliced out of his mouth, this time on his own accord. The hunk of flush was squired onto his switchblade, which the male held in his free hand. The sight made (Name)'s skin crawl, but she didn't have time to dwell on the gorey display. She did as she had assured, and summoned her stand to stop the bleeding and the pain of Giorno's ladybug transforming into a new tongue for Narancia, "Ah! I knew seeing my hacked off tongue would make you lose your cool! Your sudden heavy breathing is a beacon leading right to you! And here I was just about to give up tracking you down!" Narancia taunted as he snapped his head to the right, with (Name) doing the same. Standing a few feet away as an out of breath looking duo. One with long blonde hair, and the other beat up looking male had shaggy orange hair pulled back by a headband. The suspicious pair sported matching jumpsuits, with cutouts that exposed their shoulders and middifts. Now these guys have gotta be stand users!
"Narancia! We've found them." (Name) stated as she pointed at the wide eyed duo.
"I think we have." Narancia taunted in agreement as he smirked at the pair, "You're breathing pretty heavy there, you punk rock reject! I bet you weren't expecting to see your stand hanging off my knife life a hunk of meat! And your orange haired friend is looking pretty pale. I take it that he's the user of the shark stand, yeah?" Oh so, (Name)'s theory was wrong, his stand didn't mess with brain chemistry.
"Recall your stand!" the long haired user spoke to his partner.
"That's what I'm doing! Clash is making a beeline thought through the sewer towards the well a few feet away. But it'll need a water source to get back here, and there's no liquid anywhere in the square!" the orange haired stand user explained, his voice raspy and meek from the earlier damage Narancia had dished out.
"Ah! So, you're the stand users!" Narancia smirked as his assumption was confirmed, the boy then commanded his stand to attack the pair first aiming for the orange haired male. But before Aerosmith could fire at the stand user, the long haired male jumped in the way - sacrificing himself for the orange haired male. The force of Aerosmith's bullets caused blood to splash onto both (Name) and Narancia. With the dark haired boy taking the brunt of the splash. (Name)'s eyes widened as she realized what the male had done. He sacrificed himself for his partner's stand to attack! Shit! On impulse the girl ripped at the bottom of her dress, and brought the tulle fabric up to wipe the liquid off of Narancia's neck and chest.
"He's going to use his partner's blood to teleport his stand!" (Name) informed as she anxiously attempted to sop up the crimson fluid, "You gotta be caref-" before (Name) could finish her words of warning the stand had appeared in the remaining blood on the boy's chest and dug itself into Narancia's neck.
"You thought that would take me out?!" Narancia mocked the orange haired stand user, seeming unphased by the stand digging into his neck. He must be using the ladybug Giorno gave us! As the words left his mouth, he sent his stand to attack the orange haired enemy. Aerosmith took out the orange haired enemy causing the enemy stand to disappear. With the enemy stand users out of the way, (Name) dashed over to Giorno, who laid on the ground a few feet away. Immediately the girl knelt by the blonde's side, and checked his pulse. He still had a pulse, an ear to ear smile came to her face as she turned towards Narancia, who was stumbling over to (Name) and Giorno.
"He's alive!" the (hair color) teen enthused, causing Narnancia to sigh in relief. She turned back to the injured blonde in her arms. Upon hearing her overjoyed voice, Giorno's eyes fluttered open. Making contact with happy (eye color) hues, "Giogio!" (Name) greeted with enthusiasm.
"Hello." The male greeted simply, an airy chuckle escaping him as he sat up.
"Hello?!" (Name) asked with a cocked brow and a playful smile at the stand user in her arms, "You almost died, and that's what you have to say?" Giorno rolled his emerald hues at her teasing before forming a retort.
"Hello, (Name). After all that chaos, it's nice to see your smile." Giorno stated. His words were true, seeing her warm smile was refreshing. So bright and warm, like a beautiful sunrise.
"Well that guy took you for a hell of a ride in the sewer, huh?" (Name) joked as she held her hand out for Giorno to take, which he gladly did, allowing (Name) to begin healing him, "I don't know how you do it, but somehow you're always a step ahead."
"You can say that again." Narancia confirmed as he approached the two, placing a hand on (Name)'s shoulder as he continued to speak, "Abbacchio would never admit it, but we would've been screwed without you."
"Oh, you don't need to flatter me." Giorno sighed out as he attempted to bring himself to his feet. He struggled to do so, causing Narancia to step in and help the taller male to his feet and allowed the blonde to lean on him for support.
"Let's get back to everyone." Narancia said as the trio began to walk back to the restaurant. With (Name) holding Giorno's hand to heal him, and Narancia supporting the blonde until she could do so.
"(Name), I saw a boutique near the restaurant when we were on the boat. If you can repair my injuries before we get there, we'll stop for a change of clothes." Giorno spoke noting (Name)'s damaged dress.
"Challenge accepted, blondie!" (Name) returned with a smirk.
"So, in the near death count is Mista with a score of two then you with a score of one. We've got time, so I'm sure you can catch up." (Name) playfully stated as the trio approached the boat, after making a quick stop as Giorno had promised.
"Is that something we should be keeping score of?" Giorno chuckled out.
"Well...It's a little morbid, but it makes almost dying more fun right?" (Name) joked in return.
"Shit went down! (Name) has a new frilly dress on." Mista pointed out as the trio reached the boat, a small grin came to his face as he continued to tease the girl, "I like it." He smirked with a wink.
"The battle must've been bloody. If it warranted a wardrobe change." Abbacchio chimed in.
"Everyone's okay though!" (Name) enthused.
"Yes, that's the main thing." Bruno nodded in agreement, "Now, let's make haste to Sardinia!"