Pannacotta Fugo x Reader One-shots

[76] dead to me.

The wind brushing his face won't stop Fugo from staring into the horizon. To the vast blue ocean right below the sky of the same color. In that very sky hides the sun who judges him day by day. Morning has come yet Fugo was still trapped inside his dream. The nightmare that keeps following him.

A past event. The reality that he can't forget no matter what.

The man turned around from the port, tightens his coat, glancing around before walking back to his car. Running away from many eyes that could recognize him.

"Done?"

The girl behind the steers peeking from the rear-vision mirror. Her small build doesn't suit the idea of driving but today is different. Sheila E can't let Fugo driving on his day of grave visiting. 

Fugo only hums as an answer. Enough for Sheila E to immediately steps on the gas upon the empty road. The quiet ride of the day has started again.

Sheila E hates it. 

"Why are you like this?" asked her again after some while. 

"Not again."

"Not in the mood for talking?"

"Hmm."

"That's your business," she remarked, "it's been four years. You're being stubborn. You can't move on. Your life is a mess hiding in the shadow."

Fugo rested his chin on the back of his hand, leaning to the car door. "Why should I care? I have you."

"You saved me! That and this is different." 

He glanced outside, avoiding Sheila E's glare. "It's been four years, yes? Then you should know already that whatever you said to me is useless."

"Just apologize!" Sheila E clicked her tongue. "I can't deal with you like this once a year! Besides, I'm sure that Giorno Giovanna already knows about us."

"You bet he knows," he chuckled.

"Did you just laughing? Have you gone mad?"

Fugo rolled his eyes to Sheila E's on the mirror. The girl eventually turned her face for a while before yelling cursing words.

"There's something you haven't told me yet!"

"This happened way before we met each other," Fugo said, back to looking outside the windows. The memories are playing back inside his head. "He came to see me himself and we made a deal. In conclusion, I won't bother him and he'll leave me alone."

"No wonder it's suspicious that he isn't doing anything!"

"And you never noticed. You still have so much to learn, Sheila E."

Sheila E pouted, mumbling under her breath. "Damn it, treating me like a kid again. I hate you."

He had no choices back then but to make that kind of deal. A deal befitting someone with high pride like him. To fulfill the empty space in his heart for being an actual jerk. 

All that happened in the past and he's the only one who isn't changing.

Fugo was lost thinking when Sheila E stopped the car. 

She announced, "We're here."

"Thanks," Fugo replied as he opens the door.

"Your hat!"

"Right." Fugo smiled thinly, grabbing the fedora hat that was right beside him. "Can you wait for me until tonight?"

"Just go!"

The man left the car, among the buildings, in the kind of familiar neighborhood he only sees once a year. Nothing more, nothing left. 

He stands by the streets light, reading a newspaper he bought a minute ago. Fugo lowered his face, looks like he's reading diligently but his gaze is pointed towards a certain door.

Not long after a lady comes out of the door. Such a beauty she's greeted by the people around her. An angel-like with grace and elegance. Fugo followed her secretly, hiding among the rest of the society, adoring her from afar.

She walked to a small place that sells breakfast food only. Fugo remembers her order by heart, her favorite seat never changes. Even in that small place, no one knows that Fugo's looking at her and only her. 

Busy adoring and reminiscing her, Fugo hurriedly go when she's done with her business. She's then walking, keeps walking, she likes to move around as he remembers. Until they arrive in a mansion shines like gold.

Fugo stopped from following her inside. That place is possibly the only place he could never enter in any situation ever. So, Fugo waits, that's it.

Hours later the lady finally comes out. She looks dazzling under the sunlight like the jewel she is. Fugo followed her, again. Just for today, the same date where he ruined everything, he wanted to see her.

Regrets filled his heart, always. The eternal state of his mind is abstract. Fugo knows himself better than anyone. Even if he could go back to the past, he wouldn't do anything different. 

He finally gets a taste of his own medicine. 

Fugo is happy, genuinely happy for her happiness. She deserves it more than anyone. The once lover he knows longed for freedom has now free.

Without him.

The sun has set and Fugo is still following from the dark. She's waiting by the road, under the light, there's blood on her dress. And the way her eyes lights up when a car was approaching makes his stomach churn. 

Inside the car is the most feared man in Italy. Giorno Giovanna takes her hand inside the car like he's the luckiest man alive. It's not entirely wrong when Fugo feels he's the unluckiest.

Fugo watches as the car passing by without knowing his existence. 

It was all started with what he said when he decided to stay and she's leaving. 

"If you go.., you're dead to me."

"Isn't it funny?" Fugo whispered to himself. "I said that to you but now I'm the one who's dead."