The Last Pillar.

Chapter Ninety: Pasta lunch post mission.

Bruno Bucciarati was so relieved to see the little girl and the teen. His worries spiked when he saw that Narancia was injured. "Narancia! (Y/n)!," the black haired man exclaimed when he saw the two. The little girl almost dropped the groceries she held along with the purple plush animal when she was given a hug from her adopted father. "What happened? Did you take care of the enemy?," Bucciarati asked. "(Y/n) and I killed him.," Narancia answered as Mista brought out the first aid kit to take care of their wounds, "She put some sort of poison in him that destroyed his body after I killed him." The black haired teen's hands and clothes had black viscous liquid on them. Formaggio's remains. "He bled this, vomited it.," Narancia said, "but we got him." "Papa, the groceries.," The plum haired girl said as she dropped the bag. Bruno let her down so she could pick up the groceries she dropped.
The tiny child ran inside with the groceries and stuffed animal. She gave her mother the groceries and took the items bought for Trish to the teen girl's room. The small child stood in front of the door. Her tiny hand tapped the door. She heard footsteps before the door opened. Trish took a little time before looking down. Her green eyes looked at the small girl who was holding what she had asked for. The teen girl took the items from the child, "Where is my water?" "I'm going to put it in a cup with some ice.," (y/n) replied with a smile, "Mama is making lunch. Do you want anything?" "Mama?," Trish asked. "Si, mama can make some simple food, are you hungry?," the little girl answered with a smile.

Trish looked like she did not know what to expect, she closed the door after giving a small 'Thank you'. The little girl went back downstairs to see that Narancia was bandaged. 'Josuke's stand would be able to help him.,' she thought to herself as she walked by Narancia. The little pillar let out a squeal when she was suddenly picked up, "Shut it." She stopped when she heard the annoyed tone of Abbacchio, "Why did you not tell us about the poison?" "You never asked.," the plum haired girl answered. The light haired man put her on his shoulder as he returned to the group, they were all huddled around the laptop in the living room. Mista was holding up a book and Fugo was holding up a map. "Abbacchio, we have new orders from the boss. Lunch will have to wait a bit.," Bruno spoke to the former policeman. Ivory had an irritated expression on her face behind Bruno, "And it was my best so far."
"Keep it warm for us, Ivory.," Abbacchio said and placed the child on his shoulder down, "I volunteer to do this next mission." "I'll go as well.," Fugo spoke up, "We're going to Pompeii. The boss left a key there that will help us transport Trish safely." "He must know that the assassins are after trish.," (y/n) commented, "More assassins. History tends to repeat itself, hm." "Giorno, you go with Abbacchio and Fugo.," Bucciarati ordered, "If you are attacked, do what you can to complete the mission." The three gave a nod that they understood and they left.

"Aww. I wanted a lunch with everyone sitting down and talking.," Ivory pouted, "It would have been good for morale." Mista was grinning, "Aw mom, don't worry, they'll come back." The gunman got a glare from the ancient woman. Bucciarati watched as his adopted daughter carried a cup of water up the stairs to where the Boss's daughter was. He stood up and followed her up. He saw her knock on the door, "Trish, I have your water. Lunch is ready if you are hungry. Mama made some good pasta." The door opened and the pink haired girl took the water from the smaller girl, "I'm not hungry." "Not hungry or just shy?," the voice of Ivory asked as the ghost woman appeared down the hall, "Finally I get to meet you, Trish. I am Ivory, (y/n)'s mother." Trish looked at the woman with a little bit of a suspicious gaze. Ivory had a smile on her face, "If you aren't hungry, I'll either package it up for later or let Mista and the Sex Pistols have it." The ancient woman walked past Bucciarati, taking his hand and walking back down the stairs with him.
(Y/n) looked up at Trish with big red eyes, the smell of lunch wafted through the house. "You can come down if you want to eat. Or I can bring something up later.," the little girl told the taller girl, "It has to be lonely up here." The tiny child hopped down the stairs with the plush toy in her hands, Trish closed her door after watching the little girl leave. Narancia and Mista were at the table, getting ready to eat. The Sex Pistols were begging to be fed. Ivory gave each their plate, "Enjoy." "This looks delicious, Ivory!," Narancia exclaimed in joy. "Too bad I can't taste it like you can, I would have loved to try it.," the ghost woman replied.