〖JJBA - EN〗- Last Judgement

Chapter 86: The Turtle.

Naples, Italy. April 7th, 2001.

"He's taking too long.

- Maybe he can't find the right fountain.

- Silence, you two, we could be overheard."

(Y/N) was barely paying attention to others. Leaning on the edge of the window, she was watching Bucciarati trying to enter the key in the lock of the fountain. She had to stay seated in her place if she wanted to stay in his eyesight and not disobey. So she could very easily examine the frustration she read on his face. Giorno came to warn him that the train was leaving, and he seemed to tense up a little more. Because he couldn't find any lock that matched the key. And then out of the corner of her eye, she noticed a man approaching Bucciarati. A man she recognized immediately and her heart sank in her chest. She had, however, ordered Risotto to call his men back. So what was Prosciutto doing there? She gulped, glancing at the others to make sure they hadn't noticed anything. And just then, a few seats away, she saw Pesci pretending to read the local paper. She felt her mouth go dry and she tensed, glaring at him. The man was covered with shivers, aware that it was better to lay low if he did not want to attract his Boss' wrath.

"If you need to go to the bathroom, tell me."

(Y/N) jumped, Bucciarati's voice bringing her back to reality. He settled down next to her, hiding something against him. And in the train aisle, Prosciutto was passing by their side to join his comrade, his expression gloomy when he met the young woman's gaze. They had to be discreet, him in particular. Because Bucciarati knew his face, he had seen him at her side in the restaurant a few years earlier. All she hoped was that her two boys wouldn't make waves and stay in their corner to watch from afar. And then suddenly, they disappeared from her eyesight. In fact, the whole train disappeared. And (Y/N) felt like she was being sucked into... a turtle?

"What the-"

She fell hard on a couch and her head hit the back. She rubbed her head, before looking around her. The others were there, of course. But where were they? Looking up at the ceiling, Bucciarati quickly answered this question.

"The key didn't fit in a lock, but in the slot on the shell. The turtle unleashed a power to create a space whose key is the portal, which offered us a hiding place.

- The turtle is a Stand User?" Narancia asked, raising his hand to the ceiling. "You're sure no one saw us come in-'

His upper body sucked out of the turtle and he let out a small cry of surprise. He quickly returned to the inside of the room, suddenly falling back into his armchair.

"Ouch!... That's so cool! It looks like a spaceship!

- This room is not an illusion", Fugo indicated, examining the walls. "It is very real. As well as all the furniture.

- There are cold drinks", Abbacchio added, opening a mini-fridge.

"The Boss was considerate towards us", Bucciarati remarked, glancing sideways in (Y/N)'s direction.

The young woman held his gaze, shaking her head slowly in disapproval of his words. She wouldn't change her mind for cans of soda.

"Turtles like to hide," Giorno said. "They move very little. We will be safe until Venice."

As everyone got comfortable in their new hideout, (Y/N) remained extremely tense. Because two of her men were outside, and they were sure to be looking for where she had been any minute. But that of course, she couldn't tell the others. They would never trust her if they found out they were being followed. As she was lost in her thoughts, staring into space, she felt a presence settle beside her. And a hand gently resting on her shoulder. Then she came back to reality. To meet Trish's eyes. She seemed worried.