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"The scarf was supposed to be my gift for Yumeko's graduation. But really, all is well." Arancini tell the tale of her sister to both Venetta and Trish whilst Bruno tried his best to enlightened both Mista and Giorno regarding his supposed daughter.
Giorno was quiet at first, it was almost like he's really considering Bruno's every worth to gain his true meaning, intention and answer. Mista on the other hand...
"Wow... you really don't trust us do you now Bucciarati? I'm hurt." Mista fight his urge to raise his voice.
Albeit his no ending respect toward the male Bucciarati, Mista still feel hurt by the fact that Bruno would hide such fine woman from him. Now there's no way for Mista to gun it straight away. Sex Pistol however, were both on edge and surprised.
"MISTA! SHE SAVED US BACK THEN!" Number 1 shouted.
"SHE REALLY DID! BUCCIARATI!" Number 5 was about to hover toward the female Bucciarati, that until number 3 sucker punched landed with a small crunch.
"SHUT UP!"
"Number 3, stop!" Mista was both frustrated and sigh his distinct weary sense.
"But if you share her existence with us, it mean you really trust us then Bucciarati?" Giorno questioned with his sense of gentle nature.
"Indeed... Abbacchio himself agreed that at least our team know of her whereabout. So that we hope with more team effort, we can achieve our goals and dreams easier." Bruno's velvet voice soothe.
"Still though..." Mista grumbles, his eyes set onto Venetta.
Their eyes met, Mista didn't back out his glare and instead gave the female Bucciarati a smug smile as if he just achieve some sort of victory. Venetta herself felt challenged by Mista's playful glare. As if both trapped in some sort of trace, so suddenly, the world wasn't big enough for both of them.
While Bruno appreciate Giorno's kind and supporting words, Trish engaged on some deep and serious fashion talk with Arancini. Abbacchio, who was listening to Night in White Satin, caught on Mista and Venetta little standoff. The former cop wasn't sure what to feel or how to react, so Leone let it slide as he immerge deep within his own world.
Venetta felt her heart soar with unmanageable tempo of beats. Her blood rush in speed similar to the result of pure adrenaline. The way his dark pair of window soul stare at her was as if he value the true beauty of Mona Lisa herself. She couldn't take it, how intense Mista look at her, but the gal felt appreciated, the stinky Guido got to her skin like perfume on a warm skin.
Mista wasn't one to trapped himself in denial. If he sees something he likes, he'll see it, appreciate all the little things that make it so beautiful. She's the feminine clone of Bruno yes, but she has that innocence Mista quickly caught on. Albeit innocence, he can tell she's far from the word naïve, albeit Ven got that soft nature deep within her, Mista just know she got what it takes to be a passione.
And to say he likes that, would be a good start.
Both continues their stare until a certain Stand made their voice as loud as sizzling bacon in three am in the morning.
"BUCCIARATI!" Number 5, quickly followed by other landed on Venetta's well developed chest and hugged her.
"THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR WHAT YOU DID BACK ON THAT TRUCK!" Number 7 spoke with appreciation.
"YEAH! YOU REALLY SAFE US!" Number 6 added.
"Oh! It's no problem really." Venetta nod and had Sex Pistol cuddle her right there and then.
Now a genius can tell straight away, what the Pistols felt right now, being in the heaven of Venetta's embrace, Mista felt it as well. Guido heart soar right off the bat, Mista then took off, running towards the bathroom before he turn and decide to go to the van instead. As Abbacchio laugh, rest was a bit confused of what transpire just now. With Stand knowledge thrown off the window, Venetta was in love with Sex Pistol and love them all like her own.
Her inner Bucciarati was kicking in after all.
"What's with Mista? Abba why are you laughing?" Bruno furrowed his well defined eyebrows, still nicely enveloped with confusion.
"We're back!" The voice of Pannacota Fugo cut off.
"Oh, well, how is it?" Bruno quickly asked, making sure both are safe from their mission.
"Did you get what I want?" Trish approached Fugo.
"Fugo handle it so easy right of the bat! There this guy sneaking into our car and casually said hey in back of our car! We get out and Fugo trapped the guy inside with his virus! It was so cool!" Narancia eyes were glistening with excitement.
"Good to hear then." Arancini expressed her proud over Fugo's progress with his Stand, Purple Haze.
"Uh well... it was Formaggio and his Stand, Little Feet. By the way yes, we got everything you wanted Trish. Here." Fugo quickly respond, trying to cool off his bashful feeling as he gave Trish her stuff.
"Nice to know you're competent. Thank you." Trish appreciate Fugo's attentive nature as she give him a look before she made her way back to her room to freshen up a bit.
"From La Squarda then... good grief, out of all team possible to betray the boss, it has to be them..." Bruno assess Fugo's story.
"They're good, we should ditch this place before another arrived and bit our ass." Leone Abbacchio advice.
"No, if all things are considered, we're in the right track." Giorno's words shows how observant he truly is.
"If the boss is wise, he'll give us orders on how to escape. I don't think we should leave until the boss contacts us." Giorno continues.
"..."
"That's pretty sharp of you. When'd you become our adviser?" Fugo digest Giorno's advice albeit his bitter tone.
"How do you know the boss will contact us soon? Don't just make random guesses." Abbacchio pinched Giorno by his jaw below his lips.
"We're protecting his only offspring. The boss wasn't easy on both Gelato and Sorbet did he? Giorno's say is only logical." Venetta speak out.
"B Bucciarati." Mista from inside the van calls out.
"You've got a message from the boss." Mista tell, earning every attention available.
"...lo and behold." Arancini muttered.
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"Email? Boss is very anti social..." Venetta commented as easy as cracking a whip.
"Tactical I say." Giorno somewhat impressed.
"He's very careful, almost sensitive no? Guy lead one of Italia most influencing organization after all." Arancini agreed.
"This is the first time he sent a message to Bucciarati. I'm a bit trilled." Mista followed.
"What does it says?" Leone raised his voice.
"Go to the ruins of Pompeii. There's a key hidden where the Dog Mosaic is. Look into it immediately." Bruno spoke out loud, mentioning a landmark. Both Mista and Fugo on the move with the map. Arancini on her feet.
"That key will allow you to safely bring my daughter to me. It's the key to a vehicle." Bruno continues.
"What is this safe vehicle?" Leone scoff.
"It's a helicopter. It's def a key to a helicopter." Narancia said without missing a single beat, no hesitation in his voice.
"..." Venetta stare at Narancia with a ghastly expression.
"A helicopter can go anywhere without being caught by pursuers." Narancia continues.
"It's less than fifteen kilometers to the point indicated. We should be able to go and get the key in less than an hour." Bruno calculated.
"Found the Dog Mosaic." Arancini came back and instantly grab the map Fugo had in his hand. In the speed of light, she drew exactly where the Mosaic located.
"...Can you Arancini?" Bruno questioned the masked figure.
"..."
"...Fine. I'll bring Fugo with me then. Anyone else want to join?" The masked figure exhale.
"I'll come with you." Giorno volunteered.
"Rest will guard Trish here, get that key." Bruno hop off from the van.
"Alright then, let get this key."
"I'm counting on you." Bruno nods.
To Be Continued.
Technically not a hanged man.
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