In which an idiot meets another idiot
Or
In which Mista fights alongside his future wife
Mista x Fem!Reader
THIS IS DEFINITELY PART CRACKFIC
Disclaimer: I do not own the plot or the characters. I only own Y/n and certain plot points
Started: 03/12/2...
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Y/n's POV
It's very dark. I can't feel my body, nor can I see. It's like I'm nothing. Just a conscious without a body
I can hear my own thoughts
Cool, cool
Is this hell? I know it's not Heaven. I'm banned from there for sure
I expect hell to be more firey and hell like. Not darkness
Honestly this place is pretty boring
I expected more
How am I supposed to rot here for eternity?
I'm so bored
I'm so bored
I'm so bored
It was as though my prayers had been answered. I could feel my body once more. I opened my eyes and was blinded by the sun
"So I'm not dead?" I asked
"No, it was a Stand User" Bruno said
"Man, what the fuck? My shoulder hurts" I said as I sat up and grabbed my shoulder
"Ouch, it hurts around here. Hey, Fugo. Can you look for me?" Narancia asked Fugo. Fugo looked at the back of Narancia's head as Narancia winced. Mista looked at me before helping me up
"You good?" He asked
"Yeah, are you?" I asked
"I think so" He said
"That's quite a bump. It's fairly big" Fugo said looking at the back of Narancia's head
"That hurts! Stop it! Don't touch it!" Narancia whined before glaring at the unknown man on our boat. He must've been the Stand User. Narancia kicked the man
"You damn bastard! Look what you did to me! You left a bump on my head! You better be ready for this. Take this! And that!" Narancia said as he violently kicked the man. We all glared at the man. Fugo began kicking him as well
"You got carried away, didn't you?" Fugo asked angrily. I jumped in and began kicking him as well
"You fucking douche!" I yelled. Abbacchio jumped in as well
"You asshole!" Abbacchio yelled as the body went flying into the air. It had no head thanks to Bruno. The head was laying down somewhere else. The man's mouth was zipped shut. We could hear him yelling incoherently. We continued to beat the shit out of his body. Mista approached the head with a deadly aura
"Is that trash stuck to your face? Or is it a scrap of seaweed? It looks like seaweed, but it also looks like a piece of a plastic bag. If it's trash, that's really depressing. That would mean this beautiful ocean is polluted. You mind if I take it off of you and look at it? Hey. I'm asking you if I can take it and look at it. You should at least answer that much, bastard" Mista said. Giorno was looking through the binoculars
