The Bet To A New Life.(JJBA Golden Wind× reader )

Goodbyes

Key words

Y/n=your name
E/c = eye colour
H/c=hair colour
F/c=favorite colour
F/f=favorite flower

Warning: this chapter contains heavy topics and mention of mental health related issues.
With that out of the way:
Enjoy. 🐞
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The streets where empty. Nobody was around. You moved your backpack a little bit more on the back. Tierd was an understatement of how you felt. You where exhausted. You acually became a murderer today. It was all fully controlled. You wanted those people you never meet to die.

You moved your body in a forced manner on the step the last step to the front door. You grabed your keys and opened the door, gruntinga bit. Your headache was killing you. Almost falling to the ground, you hold on the wall bised you, closing the door. The only lights on where from the decorations everywherearoundthe house. You slid down the wall, letting your head fall, as you stayed there, sitting at the front door, yoru wounded leg stretched out so it could rest. You hugged your other leg, letting go to your mind to wonder. Oh was a shitty day, you though.

-"(Y/n)? Is that you?" You could hear Risotto's voice from the living room. You didn't had energy to respond. You just took off your fedora, sitting it bised you, the closing your eyes. "(Y/n)?" You could hear Risotto closer. You couldn't open your eyes. You didn't had any power. You just felt yourself beeing dragged into a deep sleep. Everything around you sounded far. You could hear voices, you felt your body beeing picked up, but that was all. Once you felt the human warmth of whoever was holding you, your body fully relaxed, as you finally fell asleep.

You awoken by the morning hours, more tierd than rested, but it was sleep nontherless so you couldn't complain.By your side was Risotto, his head titled a bit down, eyes closed and hands togheder at this chest. You looked at the clock: 9:16. You woke up late today. You silently removed your sheets, legs dangling now on the side of your bed. The wounded leg was wapred neatly, pain beeing reduced severely by the more experienced treatment. You faced Risotto. He was deep asleep, a frown made its way to his brows. You put a hand on his.

-"Risotto?" You talked slowly. He murmured something as he opened his sleepy eyes. Once they met you, his eyes widen.

-"(Y/n)! For the love of-! What are you doing up?" He asked as he prepared to put you back into the bed, only to be stoped by your hand resting on his arm.

-"Sto bene non preoccuparti." (I am fine don't worry.) You said, trying your best to reassure him. He looked at you for a second, his worried expression slowly calming."What happened?"

-"You collapsed as soon as you got back. What happened on the mission?"

-"It was a succes. I fulfilled the requests as per instructed." You nodded looking around. Truth to be told, you didn't exaclty remember what happened, but you just knew it was a succes.

As for Christmas, you got everybody a small gift. A painting of all of them, you in the middle. A family photo of sorts, which you hid under the tree. You assumed the worry of the gift and if its likeable didnt really had its place now, as Risotto looked agitated.

The worries continued as you started the day as usually you do. Everybody was worried, but you reassured them again and again that you are alright. You didn't want to ruin their Christmas more than you already did. As for the gift, it ended up on their wall on the living room, 'A perfect place for a masterpiece.' Per Prosciutto's word's.

It still bugged you though. Something was not right. There was something wrong, but you couldn't pinpoint it. You felt like something changed in you. Maybe Trauma? Whatever it was, it didn't show itself quite yet.

The time flies by when you are having fun ,as they say. The years have been rough as you got more and more missions. You where in La Squadra for about good 3 years. But it felt like days. Strange.

They teached you everything they knew. And they where aware you are more than ready.
At this point, everybody was aware of the next move Pericolo will do.
And the day came.

Your orders have arrived. This time read out loud by Risotto, at the dinner table.

-"Starting from today, evening..." stated the capo. "...(Y/n) is to return to me, as she will be getting new orders, directly from the boss. Thank you all for taking care of her, training her and teaching her the ways of the mafia, but now, the mission for all of you ended. You are to be dismissed until further notice." Risotto lets the pice of paper, from which he was reading,on the table,silence falling.

-"So... you have to go it seemes." Said Prosciutto, more sad than he wanted to show. You nodded in agreement.

-"Is this-... Is this our last dinner?" Asked Pesci visible tears on his eyes.

-"No Pesci. It's not. I will come visit. And we can dine and talk again." You reassured the man. He tryed to smile, only to be scolded by Prosciutto for 'not beeing a gangster enough'. But he didn't go hard on the boy, he himself knew that it was hard to say goodbye. Even Gelato and Sorbet seemed affected a lot. Everybody was. Their little fur of h/c is about to leave. Even the capo was affected. But there's nothing much they can do. After all, orders are orders. But Risotto worried about something else. The others themselves where somewhat off. Its not new for Pericolo to send others one day ony to be fulfilled as soon as possible. But this filled rushed, almost forced. Something was wrong.

You wished you could spend one more full day with your dear friends, but unfortunately, Pericolo is the type of man that takes orders very seriously.  Everything had to be ready, and little time is left. You barely had time to pack everything.

Unfortunately the goodbyes where short as well. Rushed if you will. You promised your friends that you would visit them soon, sadness filling the rooms as you stepped out the frame of the very door you entered 3 years ago, actively changing the life and views of La Squadra. Unfortunately, the promise of visiting will fall short soon.

Change
Change
Change

It seemes like this word became a mockery for your life. You where always 'changing ' but you would rather come to hate changes. You where tierd of them. You had enough. Work, money, orders, respect, head low, mouth shut, no emotions. The list goes on and on and on. Change was such an ugly word, because it never brought anything good in your life.

This life (Y/n) choose. This life you choose. Somethimes you forgot you acually are (Y/n). Strange this cycle of identity you are spinning around. Entertaining.
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So law school officially started. Which means less chapters, and shorter,unfortunately.  I rather not hurry with it tho, and choose to write less and better quality I guess. If this can be named better quality lol.But do not worry. Slowly we are approaching the main events on Aureo Vento. There will be a lot to unpack, but our (Y/n) is indeed a strong cookie. Can't wait to write out everything that I have in mind for her.