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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"Th-That's..."
"Giorno wasn't rejected. He wasn't cast aside by the arrow because he was unworthy!" Cutting off what Mista was about to say Trish began explaining what she could pick up from the situation ahead. The gunslinger beside her casted over an expression asking for more of an explanation before the form of Abbacchio had moved from within the clouds. The man shifted over to join the two in observing the scene ahead.
"The kid actually did it. The arrow's his."
"Which means the boss can never have it now!" Chiming that in right after the pale haired man and the three all trailed their gazes upwards. The blond now hovered above the group, wound no longer there and his stand sharply stood beside him, the form of which appeared much different than before.
"It's Requiem." "That's Giorno's Requiem..."Both Trish and Mista stared at the stand, mouths agape from the accomplishment. While Abbacchio merely stared at the two, no words exactly coming to mind or mouth apart from the fact that this kid had gained such a strong ability within the span of a week.
Having arrived late to the party Narancia's gaze followed everyone else's coming to land among the two, his mouth much like the other was open in shock. "Golden Experience Requiem! He did it!"
Golden Experience Requiem raised a hand, eyes laser focused on Diavolo as some rubble was fired through the mans hand hitting a pillar behind. The broken rocks of which quickly shifted to take the form of scorpions. "What?!" One of them managed to dig it's stinger into the middle of the pink haired man's palm before being slapped onto the ground and stomped on.
"The only thing that will survive is the truth of this world. My friends may have suffered a lot, but their actions and wills have not been destroyed. They handed this arrow to me. So, are your actions born of truth? Or are they merely superficial, born of evil?" Giorno's tone of voice was smooth, each thing said was thought out and the males eyes never left Diavolo's form. "We're about to find out. Can you avoid destruction, boss?"
The remainder of the blue clouds faded away and everyone's attention was focused on the two sharing center stage. "Wh-What's going on? What's about to happen? Don't tell me our souls are going to be swapped again!"
Barely turning your head to see the gunslinger you clicked your tongue choosing to pipe in a response. "No of course not, Giorno isn't the type of person to use an ability like that against his team. But we now know he has full control of Requiem." Shaking your head after saying that you spared the four a glance seeing that those who hadn't already seen you stared in shock.
"(Y/N)?!" "Not now." Quickly cutting off Narancia and Mista who'd called out your name at the same time, one of your hands was raised, halting them from speaking anymore.
