〖JJBA - EN〗- Last Judgement

Chapter 82: A mission of the utmost importance.

Capri, Italy. April 5th, 2001.

"You did a good job," Bucciarati congratulated them, glancing at Mista who was screaming in pain as Fugo tended to his wound with a stapler. "Thanks to you, we reached Capri safe and sound. Zucchero and Sale, our attackers, are in the boat, unconscious. They are no longer a danger.

- Cool!" Narancia exclaimed. "So here we go, let's flush out those ten billion?

- Where are they hidden, Bucciarati?" Abbacchio asked. "In a safe in the bank, or buried on the island at the bottom of a cave?

- Mmm. Can you wait a bit?" Bucciarati asked, glancing at his watch.

"Wait", (Y/N) said, raising a hand to keep everyone quiet.

She heard the sound of brooms outside the public toilets where they were. So she went out to check, Narancia following her, running into two janitors.

"Oh, hello," she said simply, seeing that it was just two people doing their jobs.

"There's still people inside", Narancia added defensively. "Can you come back later?

- Your name is "Toilet"?" the young woman with the broom asked, pointing to the sign at the entrance to the toilets.

"Eh? What are you talking about?

- If your name is "Toilet", then this is your house. You can demand whatever you want from yourself. But if that's not the case, you have no orders to give me."

(Y/N) held back a laugh at Narancia's crestfallen expression. And the young woman with the broom came forward to clean the inside of the toilet. But the teenager prevented her from advancing, putting the knife to her throat. With a skillful gesture, the young woman twisted his arm to force him to put the knife to his own throat, scratching the boy's cheek and he groaned in surprise. And as Narancia went to use his free hand to pull another knife out of his pocket, (Y/N) grabbed his arm to stop him from stabbing a stranger who was just defending herself. And Bucciarati was shouting at them:

"Stop!

- Why?!" Narancia growled.

"They're probably...

- Mmh?" the old man accompanying the young woman with the broom said. "That voice... Are we late?

- All of you," Bucciarati ordered. "Say hello. He is a lieutenant of Passione. Nunzio Pericolo. I contacted him when we landed.

- I came to collect the ten billion, Bucciarati.

- Thank you very much for coming in person.

- No, I was the one who wanted us to settle this here. Straighten up gentlemen. You too, ma'am.

- Mr. Pericolo", (Y/N) said, straightening up slowly. "Why dress up as a sweeper?

- I have my reasons which I will explain later. Well, Bucciarati, I hope you got those ten billion for the organization.

- Sure. They are there."

He pointed to the sign at the entrance of the toilets, under his comrades's shocked expression. Bucciarati couldn't help smiling, before entering the bathroom again. He put on protective gloves before using Sticky Fingers to open a passage in a urinal. And he took out a pile of jewelry, to his team's exclamations. The old lieutenant examined them one by one, before announcing his verdict:

"They are real. Bucciarati. I don't want to know how you got this fortune. The origin of the donations does not matter to the organization. But this money proves one thing: whoever raised it is competent and trustworthy! Congratulations, Bucciarati. You are promoted to the rank of lieutenant."