〖JJBA - EN〗- Last Judgement

Chapter 87: History repeats itself.

Venice, Italy. April 8th, 2001.

"When will we arrive?

- We are at the Rialto Bridge", Fugo answered outside the turtle. "I would say in five minutes.

- Good. Carry on."

They had not been long in going to Venice. Didn't take long to find the disc either. And it didn't take long to board a small motorboat to move freely around town.

"Bucciarati, what are the Boss's instructions?" Giorno asked beside Fugo.

"I was just about to re-read his message. Here. "The disk data was taken when you took the train to Naples. In fact, I prefer to warn you that it is impossible for me to know how many are your pursuers or how many of yours are dead."

(Y/N) had a forced smile which betrayed her bitterness. Luckily she had held back her men.

"The disk data is the final instructions for my daughter to find me safely. So I'm warning you that you must follow my instructions to the letter. You have no room for error. If someone does not obey the instructions, even if it is unintentional, I will consider them dangerous and harmful. With that, here are the instructions. You will have to go to the San Giorgio Maggiore island. You will take my daughter to the top of the church steeple.'"

The church? She had heard right?

"Your mission will end when she gets there."

- Bucciarati..." (Y/N) muttered.

The young man looked up at the Italian who slowly shook her head with wide, round, worried eyes. He frowned, his jaw clenched, before continuing to give the instructions. (Y/N) gulped. She met Trish's gaze, who did the same. For both of them, something was wrong. And it was very difficult to get rid of such an intuition. And all the instructions that Bucciarati was listing only supported this idea. The last was perhaps the worst.

"-and instruction four: the other members will stay on the boat." That's all.

- We have arrived, Bucciarati", Giorno announced.

Bucciarati motioned for Trish to follow him. And to (Y/N) not to leave the turtle. She felt her whole body stiffen when she saw him leave the room without another word. If there was one thing she was sure of, it was that she wouldn't be following his orders for long. She had a very bad feeling. Outside, Mista was joking again and again.

"I say, we deserve a vacation in Venice! Apparently we can eat well!

- Is the food good here?" Narancia asked. "It reminds me that I'm starving! What is the specialty?

- The squid ink pasta, the crab salad... It also seems that the hotel's carpaccio-

- What are you doing?" Bucciarati barked. "Stay focused! The mission is not over yet! Narancia, watch your radar.

- Sure!

- Bucciarati", Giorno said. "I volunteer to escort her. I will accompany her to the top of the bell tower."

(Y/N) widened her eyes upon hearing such words. And she felt her body slowly relax, a shiver running down her spine. But Abbacchio's deep voice rang out.

"Who do you think you are, newbie? It's up to the capo to take her away! Imbecile. The Boss didn't name him because he didn't know who would be alive!"

Silence. Heavy. And all her muscles were tensing again. The young woman rose slowly from her chair to watch the scene on the ceiling. She hesitated. Not for long.

"It's obvious, I'm going to go", Bucciarati ended up announcing.

(Y/N) leapt out of the turtle. All eyes were on her. She crossed her arms. Jaw clenched. Face closed. Bucciarati gulped as she appeared. He frowned, trying somehow to hide his nervousness. If she insisted, after seeing her future, surely something was wrong, right? Yet he still refused to disobey orders. It was like that, he had to be as upright as possible.