𝕯𝖊𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖌𝖊𝖉 || 𝖵𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝖠𝗎𝗋𝖾𝗈 𝖷 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

𝐗𝐗𝐕𝐈𝐈┆Imma pretty boy livin on the west side.

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As i got close to the gang, i could hear aggressive yelling. I looked at bruno or uh, boss. He just nodded and gave me a smile. Which was uh a bit weird because it wasn't really him and hell yea I was disappointed. Finally i spotted the screaming aggressive mess. It was risotto and his gang. Seems like they weren't shuffled up. Because ghaccio was being himself like the usual. Holding mist a by his collar and screaming at him, demanding where I was. Mista slapped him.

"ayo chill, that's not mista, that's the chick man" formaggio explained. He grunted and spat on the ground. "I DON'T GIVE A FUCK WHERE IS SH-".. "I'm here icy hot!" i breathed heavily, resting my hand on them brunos knees. "HUH,... WHAT DO YOU MEAN?!".. "it's me (y/n)!".. Prosciutto joined in. "since when was (y/n) this masculine?" i face palmed. The same man on the wheel chair came alerting us. "quickly! Everyone find that man right now! I'm sure he's not in his best condition right now!"

"wait if his body is here and (y/n) is here.. Then he's in (y/n)?! What a lucky bastard, I'd touch myself first if -" smack. Formaggio got smacked by both giorno, bruno and abbacchio. They glared at him but uhh polnareff saved formaggios ass from a brother beat up session. Good thing fugo covered narancias ears. Trish kneed formaggios balls with mistas strong knee. Doing a little too much than what a lady does. I just stood there laughing.

Anyways polnareff explained how his stand was going ham crazy over that stand arrow and we had to fetch it before it's too late. We all ran following where silver chariot requiem was headed too. Everyone tried to get him. There was one thing you wanted too try out of frustration. "HEY YOU BITCH ASS SWORDSMAN, GIVE ME THAT ARROW OR I'LL BUTT FUCK YOU NOW THAT I HAVE A COCK" surely he'll recognize the way of speaking. Everyone was shocked. Mistas started laughing, and so did formaggio.

"GET THAT ASS (Y/N)" they cheered. I laughed too, unaware of silver chariot requiem slowly but weirdly closing in on me. "SHIT (Y/N), BEHIND YOU!".. I turned my head around but... It was too late. His hand made contact with my cheek. How dare he? He SLAPPED ME! gently too..he turned around and started walking again. "what the fuck..." I raised my brow in confusion. Everyone else was confused too. Anyways i sensed diavolo close, and according to giornos calculations, he was using us to hide himself.

He pricked himself to know how long the time skip took. My eyes were half lidded, and my tummy rumbled. "man i dunno about you guys but I'm hungryyyyy" smack. Prosciutto smacked me, straightening me up. "for fucks sake (y/n), we're in a serious situation here, be serious for once" i sighed again. "don't worry (y/n), we're all bored" narancia spoke up.

Suddenly I felt sick, i felt something overwhelmingly strong in me to the point where i passed out. Everyone of course got concerned. Before i passed out, i saw risotto worried face then everything turned black. By the time i woke up, everyone was fueled up, wheelchair man seemed to have control over his stand, but my view was pretty different, i saw blood around me. While giorno and the others were busy beating the living shit out of diavolo.

I woke up to see bruno next to me ina pool of blood, his face lifeless and pale. My eyes widen, my mouth went dry, my eyes were watering. "n-no.." i tried to find a pulse but nothing, not even a heartbeat. I screamed into him and sobbed. I felt a hand over my shoulder, followed by trishes voice. "(y/n).. Let's go, it's over... He's, in a better place". I couldn't believe it, i didn't reply to her, i didn't want too. After all this long victorious journey he decides to leave us here?