7 Days of Chaos - A Guido Mista x GN reader story ON HOLD

Chapter 1 - The Newest Member

It was a beautiful day in Naples, Italy. While most were out enjoying the sun and warm weather there was a group of five gang members sitting around a table in the restaurant known as Libeccio. This restaurant had been their meeting place ever since they had all joined so it's not like it was anything new or exciting.

Everyone in the group was doing something to keep them busy, Fugo was tutoring narancia in math, mista was reading a new magazine he'd found, then abbacchio and y/n were both off in their own worlds listening to music on their respective devices. Everything was calm and ordinary, the group was just waiting for their leader to get back and see if there was anything that needed their attendance.

"Hey, it's looking nice outside" The black haired boy moaned

"Listen, Narancia." Fugo chimes

"Who cares if I don't study for a day? You know I'm not really feeling it today..." He huffs.

"This is really admirable of you. Not many people can come forward and admit that they didn't go to elementary school, let alone ask someone to tutor them... besides you've already memorized your times tables. You can do it, just the way I taught you. I know you can do this!" Fugo stated "Alright now, what's 6 times 5?" Fugo asked the boy.

"6 times 5? 6 times 5..........30?" He questions.

"Yes! See, you can do it! You might as well have solved half the problem already!" Fugo exclaims with joy. Narancia exclaims excitedly at his correct answer, quickly writing it down as not to forget.

"HEY WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?" A loud bang and rattle is heard, startling everyone at the table. They all look at Mista, confused with his sudden outburst.

"It's strawberry shortcake... if you want one just take one." Fugo says, puzzled.

"I KNOW IT'S STRAWBERRY SHORTCAKE! I CAN TELL JUST BY LOOKING AT IT! It's definitely not chocolate or cheesecake." Mista pauses "but I'm not talking about that! There are 4 cakes! ARE THEY TELLING ME TO GO DIE OR SOMETHING!?"

... the room is silent

"Are four slices not enough? Do you want more?" Fugo questions with a puzzled look on his face.

"COME ON, STUPID, DON'T YOU KNOW?" Mista responded pointing his finger at Fugo.
"It's bad luck to take something from a group of four! It's fine if you're choosing from five! It's also fine choosing from three! But if you choose from four something bad'll happen!" Mista stood up straight and continued.
"When I was a kid the neighbor's cat had 4 kittens. There was a guy who wanted one as a pet... and he got his damn eye scratched out by the one he picked. Of course the cat got pummeled to death later" the brunette finished his speech

hearing that y/n cringed, even if a cat hurt someone it didn't deserve to be pummeled to death.

"That's just a superstition!" Fugo chimed
"Think of it logically. If everyone had to take a slice of cake from a whole, someone would eventually have to choose from four slices!"

"That's what I mean! In situations like this the restaurant should have just given us three slices instead! ... this place has shitty service." Mista continued his rant.

"Then you don't have to eat it!" Fugo exclaims, exasperated with Mista's antics.

"BUT I WANT STRAWBERRY SHORTCAKE!"

"Ya know, Guido. I can take the 4th slice so you can take from three. If you want." Y/n, Mista's significant other chimes in. "Besides! I like the number four!"  You say, mocking innocence, knowing what was about to happen.

"HOW COULD YOU LIKE SUCH A CURSED NUMBER?!?!? I COULDN'T LET MY OWN PARTNER RISK THEIR LIFE OR SAFETY ON A PIECE OF CAKE!" He screams, gaining the attention of other diners in the restaurant.