〖JJBA - EN〗- Last Judgement

Chapter 44: 1994 - Gelato.

Naples, Italy. May 5th, 1994.

"So there he is, I finally present him to you. Thank you for accepting him here Mamma.

- Heh, he's the one who passed the tests, he deserves his place among us. Welcome home, Gelato.

- Ha, thank you.

- Well, we can finally see your face, and not just your ass escaping through the window-"

Formaggio was nudged in the ribs by Sorbet, who glared at him. Sorbet might have been the last to arrive, but he had had no trouble gaining the respect of his peers. With him by his side, Gelato would have no trouble fitting in. And while everyone was getting to know the new kid, Risotto appeared right in the middle of the living room, startling half of his comrades.

"Ugh!" Illuso exclaimed, putting a hand to his heart.

"Seriously Grandpa, you'll have to stop playing with your Stand like that, it's terrifying!

- This is the last time you call me "grandpa", Formaggio.

- Ah, Porn Star!" Melone exclaimed, immediately receiving a glare from Risotto. "I finished the last touch of your costume!

- ... the last touch?"

Melone ran to his room and returned with a bell cap which he put on Risotto's head. Prosciutto put on a disgusted expression and Illuso examined this new outfit while holding back a mocking laugh.

"That way we can always hear you when you're around!" Melone exclaimed, proud of his work.

Risotto took the hat off his head to examine the smallest details. Then he put it back on his head, a satisfied look on his face.

"I like it.

- How awful", Prosciutto sighed.

"A terrible lack of taste", Illuso added.

"Hey, you're the ones with no taste!" Melone exclaimed, offended by their remarks about his work.

"I think it's cool", Formaggio supported him.

"Of all of us, you are the one with the least taste, Mister Cheese", Illuso laughed.

"Shut up, Michael Jackson.

- I won't allow you to c-

- Hee-hee!"

Another quarrel ensued, nothing new in the villa. Sitting on the sofa, cup of coffee in hand, (Y/N) didn't even bother to calm them down, too busy reading the news in the paper. There was a whole article about an astronomical amount of drugs being confiscated from kids. And that was particularly worrying. Risotto quickly settled down by her side, fleeing the arguments he didn't really care about. She handed him her cup and he didn't hesitate to take a few sips of coffee from it, before asking in a hoarse voice:

"What do you think?

- Mmm? Oh, it suits you well.

- Not that. I'm talking about the article.

- Oh... I think that's fishy. Passione is supposed to handle drug trafficking in the territory well. I don't understand how so many kids can end up with so much. I don't know what they're doing but it's not enough, they're killing street kids.

- You want me to ask Illuso to do some research on the measures put in place?

- No, not for the moment. It's not our field so not our business, it could fall on us. We can't afford to be in the crosshairs if we want to gain territory.