〖JJBA - EN〗- Last Judgement

Chapter 88: True to Themselves

Venice, Italy. April 8th, 2001.

When (Y/N) opened her eyes, she was first dazzled by the rays of the rising sun. She blinked, several times, before the memories came back to her. At this moment, she straightened up suddenly. But she felt nauseous and the first thing she had to do was throw up over the edge of the boat. Gathered on the platform, her comrades turned their attention to her, and it was Bucciarati who took the first step to help her up and join the rest of the group.

"How are you feeling?" he asked.

"... I've seen better."

But she was on her feet again, and that was it. As she joined the group, she only received worried looks. No more disapproving looks. And then, impatient, Fugo exclaimed:

"I don't understand anything!

- Tell us what's going on, Bucciarati", Abbacchio groaned.

Bucciarati looked up gravely. He glanced at (Y/N), who was slowly resuming her usual upright and proud posture. And he nodded.

"Okay, I'll get straight to the point. I will be brief, we have little time and the danger is near. I brought Trish back with me because I just betrayed the Boss."

The boys cried out in exclamations.

"I'm going to have to leave you. By staying with me, you too will be considered traitors.

- A-Are you kidding?" Mista said.

"I have trouble getting it..." Narancia muttered with wide eyes. "W-What did you say?

- Did you say... that you betrayed the Boss?" Fugo asked. "Why?

- Better you don't know more. You have nothing to do with it.

- No, you have to explain to them", Giorno retorted. "Maybe some will follow us. We'll need help..."

Abbacchio grabbed him by the collar to lift him off the ground.

"You know stuff, Giorno!! Since a while ago... You... You come into the church and you-

- Abbacchio", (Y/N) groaned in a cold voice. "Leave him alone."

Abbacchio shivered. He met the young woman's glare and gulped. It was as if she was finally showing her true colors. And it was terrifying. Slowly he lowered Giorno to the floor. And at the same time, Bucciarati fell to his knees, one hand on his head, the other on his chest, trying to catch his breath. He was hyperventilating.

"Bucciarati!" Narancia cried.

But (Y/N) was already crouched beside him, a comforting hand on his shoulder. After what she had seen in the church, he was certain that she would never let him go.

"Breathe. Does it hurt anywhere?

- No..." he whispered breathlessly. "No, I'm fine. I just lost too much blood, I'm dizzy."

He stood up with difficulty, keeping a hand on his head.

"I dipped a lot into my reserves. Sorry.

- You freaked us out!" Mista exclaimed.

"Definitely..." Abbacchio agreed, trying to hide his concern.

"Bucciarati, tell us everything!" Fugo cried.

"Yeah, we want all the details."

Bucciarati glanced behind him to check on Trish, unconscious in the boat. Then he turned back to face his team.

"As (Y/N) tried to warn us, if the Boss asked us to escort his daughter, it was to kill her with his own hands. Because she is proof of his identity. Knowing that, I couldn't let him. I couldn't ignore it and go home nicely."