〖JJBA - EN〗- Last Judgement

Chapter 78: Rolling Stones.

Naples, Italy. April 1st, 2001.

"I'm asking you. Do you ever think about what you eat? Yet this is what connects us to happiness. I think it's really important."

Why were they all absorbed by Mista trying somehow to explain his point of view?

"In short, there are animals that eat meat. Lions, cats, vultures, etc. But there is never carnivorous meat in restaurants. You know why? Because it's being a herbivore that makes the meat good!"

They all blinked slowly, trying to follow his train of thought.

"We don't eat cats because it's disgusting. Do you follow me?

- Even if a food expert tells me it's good", Narancia cried, threatening him with his spoon, "I'll never eat a cat!

- Okay, but look... The ayu, you know this fish? It does not eat insects, only algae. It is a herbivore. Fish gut is bitter and disgusting. But in the ayu, everything is good, because it does not eat meat."

Beside her, Abbacchio groaned and (Y/N) forced herself to hold back a mocking smile to continue listening to the conversation.

"By this reasoning, all the best meats come from herbivorous animals! Beef, pork, chicken. The better the grass, the better the meat becomes... All this to say that as men eat meat, their flesh is bad!" Mista exclaimed, half standing on his chair.

(Y/N) put a hand over her mouth to keep from laughing.

"So? What about my theory?

- It makes sense", Abbacchio admitted, "your arguments are good.

- And so, these novels that say we taste good, it's bullshit!

- But me..." Narancia said in a small sad voice. "I prefer fruits and vegetables to meat...

- Well maybe you have good taste!" Mista exclaimed, a big smile on his lips.

"Don't throw him the line, Narancia!" Fugo groaned.

"Bucciarati!" (Y/N) exclaimed as she saw him enter the room.

She almost breathed a sigh of relief. His presence might calm everyone down a bit and especially stop this debate on whether or not they tasted good. Bucciarati offered her a very slight smile, before resuming a serious air.

"You took a long time," Abbacchio remarked.

"You know Leaky-Eye Luca at the airport? We just found his body. Polpo asked me to investigate his death.

- Good riddance!" Narancia exclaimed. "I hated that guy! He preyed on the weak and sold drugs to kids. He must have overdosed on the shit he was taking.

- Narancia", Bucciarati groaned, "keep these kinds of thoughts to yourself. "If someone heard you...

- You want me to take care of it?" Fugo asked as he stood up. "You will be a capo one day. It's not up to you to do that.

- No, I'll take care of it personally."

(Y/N) tensed slightly, before pointing to a man sitting on a sofa in the back room of the restaurant.

"Bucciarati, you have a visitor. He's been waiting for you since this morning. It's the florist in Monsanto Square. I inquired. He's an honest man, his daughter died six months ago.

- ... thank you, (Y/N). I'll take care of it."

And he sat down at the back of the room, on a separate table, with the man who wanted to talk to him. Hardly had he moved away than Narancia whispered to (Y/N).