Naples, Italy. October 11th, 1999.
"No, that's it. You have to put the point after the centimeters, Nara. You see? There the total is correct.
- Hey, but it's easy actually!"
Amused, (Y/N) got up to get her mission report book to continue her work while Narancia was filling in his math exercises. Across from her, Mista was busy feeding Sex Pistols salami. And he giggled when the young woman opened her notebook and found some penises drawn in highlighter in her mission reports. Narancia glanced at it and immediately chuckled. But (Y/N) wasn't laughing at all.
"... I was going to ask who did this but I have my own idea."
Abbacchio had left with Bucciarati and Fugo on a mission, thus making sure not to get caught by the collar for his umpteenth bad prank made to the young woman. She kicked Mista under the table and slapped Narancia on the head with the notebook to shut them up. But they laughed harder.
"I promise you, I will end up smothering him in his sleep.
- Ha!" Narancia chuckled. "I swear, I don't know what's got into him! He has never been such a bitch with us!
- Maybe he's just sexist," Mista remarked, rubbing his chin.
"No, I feel like it's more than that", (Y/N) sighed.
"Jealousy", Narancia added. "I know all about these things!"
Mista and (Y/N) examined him for a long time, before bursting out laughing. Almost offended, Narancia crossed his arms, pouting.
"What?
- You're not credible", Mista mocked.
"Hey, shut up!
- You shut u-
- I don't see why Abbacchio would be jealous of me", (Y/N) cut them off before things got out of hand.
"I have my little idea!" Mista exclaimed.
"Oh yeah?" Narancia asked, extremely curious.
Mista was showing a small air of pride, as if he knew all the little secrets of the house. And he raised his head.
"Say, (Y/N)? You're close to Bucciarati, aren't you?
- ... you could say that.
- It shows. He's calmer with you... Well, that's the problem!
- Abbacchio would be jealous because I'm close to Bucciarati?
- Well, he's the one who is normally close to Bucciarati!" Narancia suddenly exclaimed, finally understanding.
"... "close"?" (Y/N) repeated.
"Close, close", Mista confirmed. "Once I caught Abbacchio coming out of Bucciarati's room in the middle of the night."
Narancia started giggling like a child, Mista smirked. This explained it. If Abbacchio and Bucciarati had any business together, it almost made sense that she was unwelcome. (Y/N) gulped and stood up slowly.
"Well where are you going?" Narancia asked between bursts of laughter.
"... I'm going to do the laundry. Do you have any clothes to wash?
- Eeeerrrh... it sucks if a woman washes my clothes, doesn't it?" Mista asked.
"Well, what does it change?" Narancia commented.
"It's a bit of a shame, that's all.
- Mista, I don't care about your trunks", (Y/N) remarked, amused.
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〖JJBA - EN〗- Last Judgement
FanfictionBorn of a French mother and an Italian father, (Y/N) is a very ordinary young girl. At least that's what she would like to claim. Because the truth, here it is, (Y/N) can see ghosts. Would this just be a simple paranormal ability? Or would that powe...
