JJBA Oneshots

Giorno Giovanna; Weak.

A/N: I really liked writing this!!

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"Ouch." You grumbled, taking a look down at the now gaping wound embedded in your side, oozing with thick red blood that had now stained, and ruined your shirt. Damn...you liked this one a lot, too.

The man with a shaky revolver in his hand, let his arms fall by his sides as he stood a good amount of feet away from you, chuckling in satisfaction; he had actually hit his target, which prior...would've seemed like a very difficult thing to do. Your stand, Destiny, had the ability to see things that would happen minutes beforehand. This made you a fierce enemy as normally you would know the moves of your opponent before they even did. But for some reason this time, Destiny had informed you of your oppositionist's movements...a little to late, leaving you no time to dodge his attack; a bulky bullet that shot from his gun, hitting you in your side.

But the look of prominent victory on his face had soon diminished when he realized; you hadn't gone down yet. To be frank you didn't have time to. Injured or not you were here to complete a mission, and succeed, you would. Your team mate Guido Mista had taken on the other half of the group, and let you go ahead to take out the rest. If your calculations were correct, this was your last guy...

He drew his lanky arms back into his defense stance, revolver still wobbling as it aimed back at you. This guy was too shaky; a bad aim. You were shocked he had hit you anyway, even without your Stand's forseeing abilities. Before he could pull the trigger once more, his body fell back across the ground, a bullet in his head.

You sucked in a breath through gritted teeth, still trying to ignore the pain in your side. You found it somewhat funny, it didn't hurt as bad as you thought it would...instead you just felt tired. You tried to force your feet to move; you needed to get back to Mista incase he was having just as much trouble as you, but your body didn't seem to agree. Instead you found the nearest thing to lean back on, and you slumped to the ground. You reminded yourself that Guido Mista was a very skilled gunman, and definitely had had more experience than you.
He would be fine, and so would you.

You focused on your breathing. It helped keep you awake as unconsciousness nipped at your vision. A nap would be nice right now...and although it was one of the last things on your mind, you did know if you fell asleep there was a chance you wouldn't wake up.

In all honesty you weren't even thinking about dying, you were just wondering how long it would take Mista to get to you. You cursed at him under your breath for every long forsaken minute it took.

Suddenly the sound of footsteps and a familiar voice caught your attention. "(Y/n)? Where are you? Are you okay?."

"I'm over here," You groaned. The footsteps droned around the corner, and your lanky team mate's eyes nearly bugged out of his head when he saw you.

"Yeah, I'm fine." You grinned at him, although you very obviously were not.

"What happened?!." He clambered over to you, not only worry but shock in his voice. Out of everyone Mista never imagined you'd ever get this badly injured.

"I was shot, captain obvious." Your brows furrowed and he rolled his eyes at your sarcasm.

"Obviously," He let out a sigh. "But...how? Your stand...Destiny's supposed to help protect you from this kinda stuff."

"I...well, I don't know," You shook your head, bringing a feeble forearm to your forehead to wipe small sweat beads that accumulated. "She just...she was too late. I don't know what happened."

"Well that's worrying," He awkwardly scratched the back of his neck. "Well here, let me help you-."

Mista approached closer with his arms opened, preparing to pick you up bridal style, but just as he got close enough you swatted.