-Across America- Diego Brando x reader

~57~

It's the one year anniversary today (3rd of February) .. Andd, y'all are getting an extra chapter! Enjoy the story!

It was my mother. "Had to stop you.. You'll be coming with me." She closed my eyes..

The next moment I awoke in a different place. I saw that she was there.

"Hey, hey!!" She waved, signing for me to get up. "Ehh?" I looked around, I was in a poorly illuminated white corridor. "You.. why'd you have to do that?.." I groaned, still feeling pain in my lungs. "Fastest way to get you to sleep. Are you fine yet? We are already in the right place, I also used your stand to go to 2001." I got up, stretching. "Shitt, you can use it yourself-?" I was still feeling deoxygenated, . "You sound like you're on drugs." She stated. "Deficit of oxygen in your brain.. basically how nitrous oxide works, type of drug." I said. "So you're using your brain for once-" "I know a lot of things, but it's mostly useless information like this one.." I sighed. "Okay! Just tell me what I have to do!" I got to the point. "..You just have to kill one person.." Clara looked down. "Huh? Can't you do that yourself??" I was confused. "Look, if I went through all the trouble of bringing you here, then I must have a reason to!.. I can't use my stand the way I do in other dimensions, it's because that's my original one and I have restrictions here. That's just the way my requiem works." She explained. "Oh.. I get it, fine. Let's just go, get over it already." I said. "Yes, but let me dress you up a little bit better, you have to look much more.. fashionable." Clara used her stand do change my clothes. "Hey! I never agreed to undressing!" I resisted at first, but then just accepted all the shit I had to go through.
She brought some of my favorite clothes that I had back at home.. "This isn't half bad after all.."

After spraying on some perfume and brushing my hair, she pointed to a door in the end of the hallway. "So that's it.." I stepped forward, walking towards it. Clara followed behind.
I opened it, suddenly a bright flash of light blinded me.

"So that's the girl that is joining us?" A voice spoke. "Honestly, she looks the same age as us!" "You both look alike!" "That's because they are both female!" Other voices joined. Once I adjusted my vision, I could clearly see them.
Clara lightly pushed me. "Oh! Hello everyone! My name is Y/N L/N, it's nice to meet you!" I introduced myself with a smile. "Welcome to the gangg!" A boy with short black hair and an orange hairband gave me a high five. "Narancia!" He told me his name. "Nice to meet yo-" "Can you speak Italian? You look pretty foreign.." Another guy with a beanie came to me. "Oh uh-" I looked at Clara. She nodded. "Actually I can't. I'm not from here.." I told the truth. (IF YOU ARE FROM ITALY JUST IGNORE THIS🧡) "This doesn't really matter, yeah? We should be thankful she's helping us." A blonde boy with hair rolls gently walked over and spoke. "Dio-" "I'm Giorno Giovanna, it's a pleasure to have you." He took my hand and kissed it. "Me- me too." I couldn't get over the fact how much he reminded me of Diego. "Heyy! Don't steal her like that!" The beanie guy pushed him away. "You see, he is definitely not your type..!" He exclaimed. "I'm Guido Mista." He tried to rizz me up. "Stop it, you're making a bad first impression." Another male spoke behind them.

They turned around and made space for him. "That's!" "We are all very happy that you decided to join us, you're of a big help, really." He held out his hand for a hand shake. "It's Bruno, Bruno Bucciarati." I immediately recognized him. "It's the least I can do.." I smiled.

I got to meet another goth male and a girl named Trish, she seemed shy..

We exited some type of a Motel and got into a van. Our destination was Rome.
I sat next to Clara. It was weird how she was my actual mother.. It felt more like friends rather than family.