〖JJBA - EN〗- Last Judgement

Chapter 81: A little too similar.

Capri, Italy. April 5th, 2001.

"Ouch, my head... right there! Can you check,(Y/N), please?

- Of course, show me."

All of her comrades had regained their form and were on their feet again. And Narancia, tears in the corners of his eyes, had his pain on the head examined by (Y/N). He who had sorely lacked his mother's affection always found every pretext to spend as much time as possible in the young woman's hands. And, from a distance, Giorno was watching them, his throat tight. Narancia was clearly not the only one lacking maternal affection.

"Mm-mmh, yes, you have a nice bump, Narancia. It is huge!

- Aouch aouch! Stop, that's enough! Don't touch it anymore!"

And then the teenager got angry, kicking the man they had captured. At least, his body, since his head was posed several meters further, with a sewn mouth, always under Sticky Fingers' effects.

"You nasty motherfucker! You didn't miss me, asshole! I have a bump now! You're going to pay for it, jerk! Take this!!"

Fugo joined him to do the same. Amused, (Y/N) took a few steps back to admire the scene. Even Abbacchio got into it. She crossed her arms, a slight smile on her lips, before turning to Bucciarati who was observing the horizon through his binoculars. By the way, she picked up their victim's wallet to pull out an identity card.

"Mario Zucchero. A little vandal from Rome.

- We'll be docking soon", Bucciarati told her without really paying attention to their hostage.

"Bucciarati", Giorno called. "I've been watching for a while, and no boat is following us. Nobody can know that we are going to Capri.

- It's true, we're alone... but our attacker heard about the money. I find it hard to believe that he came alone after us."

Grimly, Mista leaned over the man's panicked head who was trying in vain to shout, fishing line attached to a hook and glasses in his hands. The show was about to begin.

"Looks like these objects intrigue you? They are not mine, they were on the boat... Do you have a preference? Glasses or fishing line? I need you to answer my question. You put us in danger, you understand? Surely you have an accomplice? A Stand User at that? That's why I need this."

The head moaned plaintively, unable to speak. Mista smiled slightly.

"Don't you want to choose between the two? If you can't make up your mind... does that mean I can use both?"

He stuck the hook in the man's eyelid to hang his head on the railing of the boat, ignoring his moans of pain.

"So, still not decided to talk?

"Ma-ri-o Zu-cche-ro," Narancia said, counting on his fingers. "Heaven, hell, eternal hell. Heaven, hell,... Haha! Eternal hell! According to his name he is good for eternal hell!!"

Mista placed the glasses over the man's eyes who had no choice but to burn his retina while having to look at the sun. Sitting near the music station, (Y/N) smirked. She reached out to press a button. And the music started. Excited, Narancia got into position as he heard the first notes, marking the rhythm by snapping his fingers. Then he started dancing. And was quickly joined by Mista and Fugo, looking very serious as if they were going to be evaluated on this choreography. To tell the truth, with (Y/N), it was perhaps the case. The young woman stood up, smiling, before slightly pushing the man's head and he swayed, moaning. He had one eye completely burned.

"Tell us who is your accomplice following us and what is their Stand. Otherwise you'll have to worry about your other eye, my dear Zucchero.

- Are these childish things over?!" Abbacchio barked. "Damn... Come see this instead."