The Ludicrous Escapade Pt.2

Enhance

"(Y/N)!" Sobbed Trish as she hung onto Abbacchio. She hated being stuck in Mista's body with a great passion.

"For the last time, I'm not (Y/N)!" Abbacchio resisted the urge to just shove her off of him. "(Y/N)'s in my body, you got that?" He pointed a finger in your direction.

"Yeah, you're hugging Abbacchio right now. And so what?" Mista was still miffed at Trish's obvious disdain, "Are you going to kill yourself?" He put a hand on one hip and spat a wad of saliva at the ground.

"Stop that!" She hated seeing her body behaving so crudely.

"Hey, guys. I, um, have a question. So, Bucciarati..." Narancia's words earned a gasp from everyone. All of you turning to stare at the still unconscious body of Bruno. "Let me see if I have this right so far. So it was me and Giorno, (Y/N) with Abbacchio, Trish and Mista, Pesci with Prosciutto, then Risotto and Ghiacchio. Who does that leave Bucciarati with?" You were genuinely impressed that the Ghirga had actually remembered all of their names.

Risotto narrowed his eyes at the unmoving body. "One of the clearest options is that Bucciarati switched with the boss. Another possibility is that he switched with Secco."

Ghiacchio adjusted the 'R' shaped buckle of his belt, "If he did switch with Secco, could Bucciarati be suffocating underground somewhere?" Narancia stared at the monochrome man, horrified by the suggestion.

"Let's hope that's not the case, Narancia." You figured you'd add your own thoughts, "I'm not sure whatever limitations there are, but I wouldn't rule out Coco Jumbo or Polnareff. If Jean's even alive still, that is. And if the boss has multiple personalities, he might have multiple souls or something, too. So there's some potential for weird stuff there as well."

"Do you think that they, whoever they are, are okay? I don't think they've even moved at all this whole time." Pesci took a step toward Bucciarati.

Prosciutto held the man back by his shoulder, "Keep your distance, Pesci. If it is the boss, he could just be waiting out his time to strike."

"It might come down to what happened at the Colosseum before all of us got here. We still don't know what happened to the boss or Polnareff, who was waiting for us around here somewhere." Reminded Giorno.

"Right now the best course of action would be for you to take out Aerosmith, Narancia, and scout the area. Pesci, you use Beach Boy and search the ground for Secco, or whoever might've switched minds with him." Risotto stepped up to the plate as the group leader. With Bruno currently gone, someone needed to take charge.

Narancia stared at Risotto, unsure. That is, until Abbacchio jabbed him in the gut with his elbow. He grit his teeth and said, "Go ahead and do it, all right?" He didn't like taking orders from someone who wasn't Bucciarati, but Risotto was right. Searching the area seemed like the correct thing to do.

"Okay! Okay..." Narancia swatted away Abbacchio's hand, "And I was trying to do that already, anyway, but... Something's wrong. Aerosmith isn't..." He looked around frantically, "M-My Stand Ability... Appear! Aerosmith!" He stared down at his hands, frightened, "It's no use! Aerosmith won't come out! D-Don't tell me our Stands-"

"No, Narancia. That's not it." Giorno had paid close enough attention to realize what was going on. "Take a closer look."

"Yeah, our Stands weren't taken away or anything. I can bring out Beach Boy just fine." Pesci held out his fishing rod and cast it, ready to get to work on what Risotto had ordered him to do. His eyes widened when the string seemed to unwind faster than before. His ability to look around for living things seemed to have gained a bigger range as well. He could sense all the critters and crawlies beneath the ground for quite some distance.