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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"Does that mean we lost them?" Inquiring that Mista didn't receive a response back as the dark haired teen stared into the soup still within his spoon, eyes focused in on only that. The surface of the small amount of soup rippled as a small fin poked out from the top.
Without anyone noticing the small shark had leaped out from the spoon chomping down on Narancia's tongue before diving back into the puddle of discarded soup on the ground. The teen himself fell back colliding with the floor in a rough manner drawing your attention.
"Narancia!" Both yourself and Mista were at the teens side in no time, eyes scanning over anything that could've happened even if he was fine moments ago.
"What happened? Are you alright?" Scanning your eyes over the teen then following where he was pointing your brows furrowed together, you honestly didn't see anything but something was definitely off- Something felt off.
"Were you attacked somewhere? Where did they get you?" Asking questions of his own Mista also shifted his attention towards where the male was pointing, seeing nothing. "Narancia, what's wrong? What's there?!" A bottle had rolled over and Narancia once again moved, though no words left his mouth leading Mista to speak once more. "I'm asking you what's wrong, Narancia!"
Turning towards the commotion Bruno stared at the teen, "Hold it, Mista. I don't think Narancia can talk." Narancia merely reached out towards the bottle, gripping it in hand wordlessly.
"Wait, you can't talk?" Repeating what Bruno said you leaned before the ravenette examining his face before he turned his attention towards the table pointing once more. Gasps and more wordless noises left him as he began gaping like a fish.
"What? Do you want some water or something?" Reaching out towards one of the glasses on the table, Mista paused quickly as Narancia clutched a shard of broken tableware jabbing it into his mouth.
"Narancia! Holy shit!" Right away dropping to your knees once more beside him you held his face in your hands looking at whatever had just happened. Bruno was also right away by your side staring worriedly at the teen. "His tongue! His tongue is missing!" Not wanting him to choke on his own blood you turned his head to the side. "I can only fix things that are already there!"
Hearing that Giorno was at your other side in an instance, "Golden Experience can create parts. I'll create one for his tongue, but it'll take time to finish."
"Hey both of you come on! He's about to suffocate here!"
"Ok well does anyone have a pen?" Asking that your eyes darted towards the three around you before Mista gave a nod though a confused look crossed his face.
"Y-yeah I do but why?"
"Just give her the pen." Seemingly knowing exactly what you were planning to do Giorno cut in making hand motions as if to tell the gunslinger to hurry.
