〖JJBA - EN〗- Last Judgement

Chapter 91: A little deserved rest.

Sardinia, Italy. April 8th, 2001.

Booking a hotel for the night without being spotted by the enemy would have seemed more complicated than it really was. Well, it was as if no one had noticed their arrival on the island yet. To tell the truth, the enemy surely thought that they were dead, since the information spoke only about the plane crash. So it was not complicated for (Y/N) to reserve a room, turtle in her arms, her head covered with a scarf and her eyes hidden behind sunglasses. She could only book one room so as not to look suspicious. They were going to have to take turns if they all wanted to sleep on a bed at some point in the night. And no sooner had she closed the door to their bedroom behind her than Mista and Narancia jumped out of the turtle to fight over the bed.

"Move away, me first!

- But you're very small, you can sleep on an armchair in the turtle!

- Bullshit!

- Well", (Y/N) sighed, hands on hips. "It's a double bed, you can share right? I'm sure we can even fit three people on this thing.

- Oh yeah?" Mista said with a smirk on his face. "You seem well informed."

She refrained from throwing the turtle in his face. Instead, Mista only got a shoe slammed into his nose. He groaned in pain, and (Y/N) huffed.

"Good. Let's reserve a sofa in the turtle for Trish to rest. Giorno, Narancia and Mista, you take the first half of the night in bed. Abbacchio, Bucciarati and I will take the second.

- Well, this distribution is so strange!" Mista exclaimed. "I never would have guessed!"

And he received (Y/N)'s second shoe in the face, before she disappeared into the turtle, to Mista's chuckles despite his bleeding nose. The young woman sank back into an armchair, exasperated. And rather than going out to join the others to get some sleep, Giorno approached, his face closed.

"(Y/N) can I...can I talk to you?"

(Y/N) looked up at him, ignoring the dark look Abbacchio was giving them from across the room. And she nodded. So Giorno slowly sat down on the arm of her chair, nervously rubbing the back of his neck. His little golden braid shifted to the side and his jacket fell slightly, and it was then that she saw it for the second time: the Joestars' star. She shivered. Heaps of memories passed before (Y/N)'s eyes and she suddenly lost her colors. She quickly tried to chase them away, forcing a smile. Of course she knew who his father was. But now was not the time to talk to him about it. She would tell him after the mission. If they both made it out alive.

"That's what I wanted to talk to you about."

(Y/N) raised an eyebrow, puzzled. Had he read her mind? Or had she been so over the moon that she hadn't listened to the start of the conversation? Giorno stared at the ceiling for a moment, before turning to face the young woman.

"Are you really going to adopt Narancia? Officially?

- Mm-mmh, yes. I thought about it a lot. He needs a tutor to continue school, it's the least I can do for him.

- ... I have a dream, (Y/N).

- I know?

- But I'm only fifteen so... to realize that, I'm probably going to need a legal guardian and... My mother left for Canada two years ago... I haven't heard from anyone, so...

- I'll manage to help you too, Giorno. Count on me."

A very weak smile appeared on the teenager's lips as he nodded slightly. And then, to his great surprise, the young woman took him in her arms. He suddenly gasped, unaccustomed to showing affection. His throat tightened and he let himself go, almost melting into her embrace. He understood better now why Narancia spent so much time clinging to the young woman's neck. And when she released him from her embrace, he nearly pouted. She smiled at him, before gesturing towards the ceiling.