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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There will be spoilers. (Following the anime)
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Wiping a hand across the back window and looking through it, a hum left the gunslinger, "Giorno, there's no one tailing us so far." Calling that to the blond upfront, Giorno let out a hum in responce.
"There's no one coming from the front either. The city is still asleep, we're the only car on this road." Keeping his eyes on the road ahead the blond leaned back into his seat, the windows around the vehicle kept fogging up. "Which means we have some time before arriving at Venesia."
Shifting once more in place the blond peered up through the rearview mirror looking towards his companion, "Now just out of curiosity, what happened back on the train?" Asking a something he'd been wondering since they left the lot, Giorno's turquoise hues flickered back onto the road.
Being the watchful person he was, he could tell something had happened on the train between Mista and you. The lack of conversation between the both of you and how you avoided contact at all cost with the man really made him wonder.
Coughing into his hand upon hearing that question Mista rubbed it along the window, "Just the aging stand guy and damn why do the windows keep fogging up so quickly?" Merely answering with the bare minimum he tried to direct the blonds' focus back onto the windows before the car swerved quickly regaining traction. "What the hell?!"
"I apologize. The tires just slipped a bit."
"On a straight bridge like this? Be more careful, damn it! Do you even have a license?"
"No. I'm only fifteen." Staring through the rearview mirror once more Giorno gave the man a deadpanned look, "And also you're barely answering my question." Feeling like maybe he had to word it differently the blond took a more direct approach.
"You and (Y/N). Something happened between you both and I just want to make sure it's not going to affect the teams dynamic."
The last bit was more of a bluff. He knew it wouldn't affect the teams dynamic but figured by adding that he'd have a better chance at getting an answer.
"It won't affect the dynamic, it'll be fine." Still brushing off the question Mista's gaze moved towards the window across from him focusing on something stuck to it, "What's that thing stuck on the window? It's on the inside. I didn't notice it when I was looking outside..."
Realizing that whatever it was was shaped oddly and coloured differently than the window he stared at it in shock, "It's a finger!" Uneasily raising a hand up and turning it he could see that he was indeed missing a finger, his pinky to be exact.
"Let's open up the windows a bit. It's morning, so the different temperatures inside and outside the car are fogging them up." Coming up with a logical explanation for why the car was foggy he pulled a hand off the wheel rolling down one of the windows only for a strong gust to blow in, "Wh-What? What's with this wind?-" A picture flew in from outside sticking to the blonds face as a foreign voice began speaking.
