〖JJBA - EN〗- Last Judgement

Chapter 68: Declaration of War.

Naples, Italy. August 8th, 1999.

"IT'S NOT POSSIBLE TO BE THAT DUMB! YOU GODDAMN IDIOT!!

- WHO ARE YOU CALLING A GODDAMN IDIOT?!

- And here we go again..." Mista sighed.

It had been a little over a week since (Y/N) joined Bucciarati's team. And she was already beginning to get used to their rhythm of life, very little different from la Squadra's. Busy checking the group's expense reports, she had no trouble ignoring Narancia and Fugo's screams. It was the same thing, every time their leader was away, they got out of control.

"Good, I've finished the accounts," she announced, stretching in her chair.

But no sooner had she said these words than a pile of paperwork was violently placed in front of her. She looked up at Abbacchio who didn't even deign to look at her.

"Here, fill me this.

- But it's your pile?

- Now it's yours."

And he disappeared from the common room to go to his room. (Y/N) and Mista exchanged a look, the young woman sighed. Abbacchio had not spoken to her all week. At least he was only talking to her to bark at her.

"Is he like this all the time?

- All the time. Good luck though, he seems to have taken a dislike to you.

- Awesome.

- FORTY-NINE DIVIDED BY SEVEN NARANCIA!! IT'S NOT SO COMPLICATED!

- BUT I DON'T KNOW!!"

Narancia was getting a spreadsheet in the face. (Y/N) sighed, pushing her new pile of work aside.

"Boys, stop.

- FOR FUCK'S SAKE THIS IS PRIMARY SCHOOL LEVEL NARANCIA!! YOU'VE GOT A SCREW LOSE!!

- Guys.

- INSULT ME ONCE AGAIN AND I-"

Fugo was about to throw another notebook in his comrade's face who was threatening him with his pair of scissors. (Y/N) clenched her jaw.

"Last Judgement. The World."

They had never seen her in action before, let alone her Stand. If they wanted her to prove herself, they were going to be served. She stood up, took their weapons out of their hands, and stood between them. And when time resumed, the two boys screamed in fear, immediately on the defensive. Mista examined the chair next to him, suddenly empty, then shot a bewildered look in the young woman's direction.

"How did you do that?!" Narancia exclaimed, he couldn't believe his eyes.

"I stopped time. Come sit at the table now, I'll help you with your calculations. Fugo, finish Abbacchio's paperwork if you feel like it, otherwise go smack him in the face."

She had naturally resumed her authoritative tone with her own boys. And they obeyed without flinching. Sitting again at the table, Narancia by her side, she pointed to a calculation in his notebook to give him much calmer explanations than Fugo's. And the teenager seemed a little more focused. At the same time, Bucciarati returned. He greeted everyone, surprised at the calm in the house. But he made no comment. He went directly to the kitchen, certainly to prepare the meal. Immediately, Fugo stood up to help him. And Abbacchio reappeared, as if attracted by his arrival.

"Have you finished the paperwork?" Bucciarati asked, barely looking up from the saucepan he was placing on the fire.

"(Y/N) didn't", the sullen man answered while settling down at the table, headphones on his ears.