〖JJBA - EN〗- Last Judgement

Chapter 96: Soul Game.

Rome, Italy. April 10th, 2001.

"How?! It's absurd!!" Polnareff exclaimed.

"Watch the surroundings, Mista!!" Bucciarati ordered.

With a plaintive, heart-rending cry, (Y/N) begged.

"Cut out the grid, Bucciarati! Bring him down!

- Shoot Diavolo, Mista! He's attacking us and will come back again!!

- BRUNO, MOVE!!!"

Jaw clenched, trembling, Bucciarati finally called Sticky Fingers after a moment of great panic and hesitation. The Stand sliced ​​through the grate with a single punch, and Giorno's body, containing Narancia's soul, crashed to the ground, grate bars embedded in his body. Unable to get up, (Y/N) watched the scene helplessly. Mista and Giorno rushed to the bleeding body.

"Take the bars off him, get moving!"

Gold Experience's hands lit up and everyone held their breath. Trish looked completely lost, searching in vain for Diavolo's position. No one understood how he could have attacked from so far away.

"Yeah, it works!" Mista cried. "Narancia's coming back to himself! Damn, you scared me!

- Mista..." Giorno said in a deep voice. "It's just an empty body... Why... It's empty! But... But my Gold Experience totally healed his wounds!..."

The eyes of Giorno's body filled with tears.

"He's already gone... Narancia, he... He's... I can't find him anywhere... His soul... It left us! He is not there anymore. I can't... I can't get him back! It's... It's too late. I can even return to my body, travel freely from one to the other, I... It is empty. He's... He's..."

Narancia's body fell backwards, Giorno regained possession of his body. He opened his eyes, silent tears streaming down his cheeks. Narancia crashed to the ground. The rain started falling again. And a dead silence settled. Until Mista yelled his friend's name. Trish burst into tears with him. Giorno kept shaking. Bucciarati clenched his fists, biting his lip so as not to have to cry. He had to stay strong, for the rest of his team. But his team was in pieces. So he fell to his knees beside Narancia. The one who had so long considered him his model. His hero.

(Y/N) was paralyzed by shock. It was as if she were no longer there, neither in her body nor in Polnareff's. It was as if she had just died with Narancia. With the one who was so close, so close to being her son. Polnareff put a hand on her shoulder, bringing her back to reality, and she slowly looked up at what appeared to be only her reflection. That's when the truth hit her hard. With a knot in her throat, she had great difficulty articulating these few words.

"... Diavolo has two personalities, that's the only possibility."

All eyes turned to her. Eyes clouded with tears.

"... it is the boy who attacked Risotto and killed Abbacchio who is in your body, Bucciarati. I remember, I saw their two faces... Two souls in the same person... Dissociative personality disorder. Requiem's power pulled his souls out of his body... The kid's in Bucciarati's, but the other... The other can be in anyone's body."

This news didn't amuse the rest of the group very much.

"... It's possible," Bucciarati finally agreed, getting up. "He wants the arrow, that's why he killed Narancia... To deprive us of his radar...

- You have to get the arrow back", Polnareff concluded. "Either way, to beat King Crimson, you need it before him. No holds barred. Where did Requiem go?

- On the left. People are waking up on his way.

- Bucciarati", Trish interrupted, "if we go after him, what will we do with your body?