Let It Happen (JoJo's bizarre adventure X Reader One-shots)

La Squadra turning into children Part 1

La Squadra turning into children

Genre: Platonic

Warning: Kids, cursing, the stress of watching over kids

"A package just came in!" Melone announces as he enters the hideout with a large box in his arms, before gently kicking the door close behind him.

"Who's it for?" Formaggio looks up from the television after tirelessly flipping from channel to channel to ease his boredom. You can imagine how desperately bored he was at how relieved he was at the sight of something of an item of mystery within Melone's grasp. Something to change the pace.

"I don't know, it doesn't have anything on it. No return address, no name, nothing." The lilac haired fellow places the box by the coffee table to be inspected by everyone, by this reducing the heavy weight from his grasp and stretching his arm out.

Everyone present in the living room squinted at the box. Some bear suspicion, some curiousity. Due to their pile up, everyone soon surrounded the box out of curiosity. As of cue, an emergency meeting was called without even Risotto saying anything.

"Where'd you find it?" Ghiaccio glances at the lilac head beside him.

"By the front door, duh. Where else could a package be? It's not like Melone could've stolen it from a neighbor." Illuso ridicules with a lopsided grin and raised brow, reducing White Album's user into fuming red in colour.

Before any furniture were thrown across the hideout, Risotto interjection was enough to pull the important topic at hand enough to prevent another riot for the night; "Did anyone of you ordered something online?"

A resounding 'no' was heard across the living room, except for one. The others glanced at each other, as if to clarify which one of them didn't respond until Sorbet spoke up.

"Where's Y/N?" Sorbet asked, finally noticing a certain candidate missing from the living room. Your absence was indeed unusual, as you've always made the effort to appear in every single mingle circle they were having. Whether it's professional gathering or a casual hang out.

"I sent them off to sleep. They haven't sleep for three days and often dozes off in random places-- which is getting annoying. I thought they got up to see whatever the hell's going on in here." Prosciutto answers, before turning to the captain. "It doesn't have a return address. It's suspicious enough that someone left that on our front door."

Everyone looks back at the box and stood silent, unsure but curious.

"Maybe it's Y/N's. Should we tell them?" Pesci nervously spoke up, disturbing the silence, taking a small glance at the Capo.

"Can't we just open it already? Ya know, just to check?" Formaggio chimes in with a shrug of his shoulders. "It looks harmless."

"It seems you're forgetting looks can be deceiving. Haven't you learned the basics of being a mafioso-"

"That's enough," Risotto's stern, authoritative voice was firm, enough to interject with Prosciutto. "Let's carefully open it. See if it has sorts of relevancy for us."

Gelato retrieves his butterfly knife from his pocket and opens it in flourish, before looking up to the Captain of the hitmen branch of Passione for a signal of approval. Risotto squints at the package for a moment, before nodding. And so the one with the knife, digs the blade on the box's surface, sliding it's sharp tip against the cardboards bindings and opening it. Everyone leans closer to inspect whatever was inside as Gelato opens the box.

Before anyone can process it, something in the box started to ring after its initial opening and began to count down. It was then they realised their mistakes when something from the box emitted gas, casting everything in thick white smoke. Everyone in La Squadra with the exception of one sleeping comrade coughed their lungs out, unsure what damage the package had done.