This chapter is a filler, you do not have to read; it's not important.
____________________________________You sat waiting meanwhile Narancia and Mista were confused about what was happening, "There's some weird shit spreading but you can't see it until you get in it's range, it's like damn mold!" Mista yelled.
You had no intel on the situation so you couldn't tell them what or what not to do; you remained loyal to Bruno's orders. Protect Trish at all times.
Bruno abruptly and unexpectedly leaves the turtle.
───☆───A few minutes later, Narancia comes in all wounded. "What the hell happened?" You asked. "It was a stand." He said with shaky breaths, Trish took it upon herself to bandage Narancia up. She helped him lay down on the sofa
She threw a blanket over him and cleaned his face. "... that was rude, what has gotten into him? He didn't even ask if you were okay, he told you to throw the turtle like you all were disposable trash." She said. "What are you talking about? If I hadn't thrown the turtle, I would have probably dropped it in the ocean" Narancia struggled to speak. "The only thing I'm trying to say is, he could be a little bit nicer," Trish says. "I'm not all that great at talking about feelings but I think you would've liked it if he asked if you were okay,"
That had completely slipped your mind... Bruno didn't ask if you were okay either. There were no hard feelings on your part because you could see that he was trying his best. "Look, all that matters is getting to Rome in one piece, we can worry about feelings later." Narancia turns on his side. Giorno was standing by but soon he left the turtle leaving you with Trish and Narancia.
───☆───Nearly thirty minutes had passed, I wonder if they're alright... "Trish... I know we haven't talked that much but, are you okay? I'm here for you don't be afraid to ask for anything." You said to her. "Yeah, I'm alright" she looked away. You could tell that Trish was in fact not "alright" but you didn't want to force her into something she didn't want to talk about, so you nodded.
Soon, Trish stood up on the table to leave the turtle "Wait, Trish!" You tried to stop her, but she didn't listen. You left the turtle right after her, "Trish, get back in the turtle we're not in the clear yet." Giorno said. "We have to stay in the turtle." You grabbed her hand. "Wait... we're not alone, I can sense my father he's here..." "What? Can you tell where he is!?" Giorno says. "He suddenly appeared but I can't tell exactly where he is! Hes in the colosseum I-I think." "It wouldn't hurt to check, good thing we're right by an entrance." Mista says.
God, Bucciarati is going to kill me for not keeping Trish in the goddamn turtle.
You shook your head "Fine. But if your father is actually in the colosseum, we have to wait for Bruno's order." They all nodded their heads and proceeded into the colosseum.
You all creeped up the steps slowly and carefully. When you got to the last step, time skipped forward. "Time just skipped forward!" Giorno announced. "We won't make it... he already has that guy in his range."
You continued to make your way through the colosseum, you soon noticed Bruno laying on the floor face down. "Bruno!" You shouted. "Wait! The boss is somewhere nearby..." Trish said. You soon stopped in your tracks and took Trish's words into consideration.
All of a sudden, you felt sleepy. "What the?" You couldn't keep your composure; you soon fell on the ground and awoke a little while later outside of the Colosseum. Your eyes glided around. "How did I get out of here...?" You stretched all your limbs and got up off the ground.
You noticed that it was now daylight as you turned around and saw many people laid out on the ground.
Shit! The boss couldn't have skipped time for nearly a whole day...
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Last Mission (Bruno X F-Reader)
RomanceTAKING A WELLNESS BREAK Please point out any errors I'm literally begging you to I suck at writing action scenes Warnings {slow updates🙁} -Golden wind spoilers DUB -Smut -Language -Gore-ish -heavy angst This is my first fan fiction so I'll try an...