The Ludicrous Escapade Pt.3

Joyful Ramblings

You socked Anasui in the face, knocking him to the ground. From his new position on the floor, the pinkette just laid there. A shocked expression plastered on his face as blood slowly trickled from his now broken nose.

With that done, you dusted off your hands and redirected your attention to Bruno, doing your best to contain your fury. You were too close to the endgame to waste any more effort or time on Anasui. "No, everything isn't all right. Weather is dead and Pucci got away. And someone decided it'd be a great idea to pretend that you died too." You took a deep breath before you pulled him into a hug. "But I'm glad, at least, that you're alive."

Bucciarati returned the embrace, beginning to understand what had just happened, "I'm sorry I wasn't able to save Weather. I didn't know him very well, even less so once he got his memory back, but I'm sure he was a good friend. Also," He reached into the inner pocket of his jacket, pulling out a disc. "This weird Stand popped in out of nowhere and gave Weather his memories back. It also dropped this."

"Really...?!" Your handed hovered above it, still not able to comprehend that your memories were finally within your grasp again. "The Stand you saw belongs to Donatello." You pointed to the unconscious man in the car. "He's another one of Dio's sons."

"Another one? How many does he have?" But Bruno shook his head, now wasn't the time to ask that. "But I think we were fighting a different one. He was able to bring fictional characters to life. Incredibly destructive, but easy to beat once you figured it out. In any case," He held the disc closer to your head. "May I?" You took in a deep breath to prepare yourself, the others watching intently.

The moment it entered your mind, thousands of images flashed before your eyes. Every moment that had been stolen was now back in its rightful place.

You stood there, having to process it all before it really settled in. "Bruno... I... I can't believe I forgot you... I'm so sorry..."

Bucciarati cupped your face gently. "It's not like it was your fault. And even when you didn't know me, you still trusted me. But you don't have to worry about that anymore. We'll make sure Pucci doesn't take your memories again. But most importantly, I want you to remember, that no matter what..." He leaned in a bit closer, whispering so only you would hear. "...I love you, (Y/N)." You grabbed onto the front of his shirt, tugging him closer to lock his lips with yours. It felt like it had been ages.

"H-Hey!" Blurted out Anasui, who had gotten back up to his feet, though he stopped as Kars' blade neared his neck again. Sure, he had lied to you about Bruno being dead, but it wasn't like it should've been that big of a deal. In Anasui's mind, at least.

"Hmm..." Bruno pulled away from you after a few seconds, a faint smile still resting on his lips. "Did you hear something, (Y/N)?"

You smiled back at him, looping your arm around his own. "Nope. Not a thing." You had just lost someone else. It was still painful and there was no doubt that you would get your revenge. But having Bruno back by your side, as well as remembering the ten years you had spent together, at least made it all much more bearable. "Let's go to Cape Canaveral."

Hermès sniffled, wiping away her tears, just as ready to get revenge. "Are we gonna steal another car, then? The one we had before is completely totaled."

"And what will we do with Donatello? He's knocked out right now, but if he comes after us again..." Jolyne didn't want to have to deal with him anymore.

"I could zip his legs off and hide them somewhere." Offered Bruno. "He won't be able to get very far without them. We could also do the arms just to be safe." He opened the car door and removed said limbs from Dio's unconscious son.