〖JJBA - EN〗- Last Judgement

Chapter 79: A small cup of tea.

Naples, Italy. April 5th, 2001.

"So, Bucciarati?? You got your hands on the guy who killed Luca??

- No. I found better."

That's how he had told them that a new kid was going to join their team the day before. And at first glance, they all seemed to have taken it rather well, which reassured the young man. Well... It wasn't like he was going to give them a choice anyway.

"It's super nice outside! Can we stop classes for just one day? I'm not super motivated today.

- Listen, Narancia. I'm proud of you. Asking for help after often missing school is very brave! And do you know your multiplication tables? Do as I taught you. I know you are capable of it.

- ... it's going to end badly", (Y/N) whispered to Mista who held back a laugh.

"Let's start again. Six times five?

- Six times five, that makes... Six... Five... Thirty!

- Good! See you can do it with the right motivation! You did half the job!

- Yeah? Six times five: thirty! Great!

- I've got a bad feeling about this..." Mista whispered to (Y/N) who was pretending to be focusing on her tea. "Hey, is this a joke?!" he exclaimed suddenly.

"What? The strawberry cake?

- I see what it is, thank you. It's neither a chocolate cake nor a cheesecake! That's not the problem, there are four pieces!

- Oh damn..."

(Y/N) quickly turned her back on him so as not to have to undergo this tireless comedy. Now facing Abbacchio, the latter gave her a sidelong glance, without taking his headphones off his ears. She leaned slightly to put her ear to his, trying to guess what music he was listening to. Mista continued.

"Don't ignore me, (Y/N)! They want me dead!

- You're starting again, Mista..." Fugo sighed. "It's only been cut in four, but we just have to do other parts.

- Stupid! It's bad luck to choose between four! You can choose between five parts, between three no worries, but not four! It brings bad luck!"

As Mista continued to panic, (Y/N) squinted, thinking she recognized Abbacchio's music for a moment. And then the man uncrossed his arms to remove his headphones and place it over the young woman's ears who was taken aback. She gave him a huge smile as he got up to grab a slice of strawberry cake, not giving a damn about the number four. He cut a quarter in half to offer a plate to (Y/N) who thanked him with a second smile. Clearly, he was in the mood to please her. She gave him back his headphones and they exchanged a knowing look for a moment. It wasn't like anyone was going to notice anyway.

"Awesome!" Narancia exclaimed suddenly. "I'm done, look!

- You did it?" Fugo asked. "Show me."

Curious, (Y/N) glanced at Narancia's notebook. 16 x 55 = 28. She grimaced. Proud of himself, Narancia was quietly waiting for Fugo to correct. But this one looked grim.

"... you're kidding me?

- Hehehe... Did I do okay?"

Fugo grabbed his fork and stuck it in Narancia's cheek who cried out in pain. Abbacchio did not react, his eyes closed, he was enjoying his music. Mista had no more reaction, he was getting at the waiter's throat for daring to bring them a strawberry cake cut in four. Then (Y/N) slapped her forehead, desperate.

"Scum! Are you kidding me?!

- Fugo, let go.

- How many times do I have to explain?!