Fate and Destiny decide the path that rest ahead, but who's to say someone can't save you from either of those?
Who's to say your story ends there?
(Team Bucciarati x Fem!reader)
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Once again finding yourself seated in the corner of the L shaped couch you let out a sigh, everyone seemed to have recovered quickly from the aging stand and were now talking about their next course of action.
"As long as no one finds us, we should make it to Venice by tomorrow or the day after." Pointing that out from beside Fugo, Abbacchio crossed his arms nodding. The two were looking at what you could only assume was a mad.
Casting his gaze around the room Narancia pursed his lips together in though, "Man...everyone seems super bummed." Aiming that more towards the way Trish and Bruno were sitting his purple hues trailed to where you sat curled against the couch, back facing the rest of the room while your stand rested among your fingers. "I wonder if Bucciarati said something harsh to Trish or if something happened with (Y/N)."
Moving his own gaze towards the three Giorno shook his head, "No...I think Trish is just worried because Bucciarati hasn't told her anything and then with (Y/N) she just seems in though." Turquoise hues lingered over your form before moving back onto Trish. "She's very strong willed. She doesn't cry or complain at all."
Shifting in place and uncurling yourself, you moved into a cross legged position, your stand was still perched against your fingers lightly fluttering its wings before drifting towards the pink haired girl.
Shifting in her seat with a disgruntled sigh Trish's emerald hues focused on the golden insect which had drifted over landing on the armrest she was facing. Staring at the intricate detailing on its wings she slowly stuck a finger out, a small smile curling onto her lips after watching it hop over. Peering over her shoulder towards where you sat she felt comforted by the smile your own expression held.
It was almost like you could tell she wasn't really with it.
A sudden loud screeching noise caught everyone's attention and each set of eyes were trained onto the ceiling. Standing up from his chair Bruno spoke, "What just happened?"
Hopping up to his feet as well Fugo pointed towards the gunslinger, "Mista, you were keeping watch on the ceiling, weren't you? What happened?"
"Huh? Me? I-I haven't the slightest- I wasn't watching at the moment...huh? Maybe the truck stopped..."Trailing off and raising a hand to rub his chin, the strawberry blond let out a groan.
"You had one job."
"What? How was it my fault? The guy probably had too much to drink or something." Crossing his arms and insisting that you couldn't help but roll your eyes at the response.
"Must've been the or something part." Muttering that and resting your chin in the palm of your hand you didn't dare look towards Mista as you spoke, a part of you still couldn't properly register what happened on the train.
