It hadn't been long since the incident with Giorno and the 'tea', Bucciarati had been told that someone needed to speak to him. Soon after that Bucciarati came back in and told the team it was time to leave, so there you all were, walking down the streets of Napoli towards the docks.
You were at the back of the group, as people greeted Bucciarati and the rest of the gang you were busy thinking about the events of only minutes earlier. You recognized Giorno from somewhere, you just don't know where. Soon you all reached the docs, where a small store and yacht rental business stood.
"Wait, we're going yachting? That's awesome!" Narancia says as you arrived,
"When did you get a hold of a yacht?" Abbachio asks the black haired man.
"We're renting one." Bucciarati responds.
"We don't get to keep it?" Narancia asks, with a disappointed look strewn across his face.
"Hey, Bucciarati!" Your boyfriend calls. "Do me a favor and stay away from yacht number 4 kay'? We'll sink to our deaths" he finishes his statement about his hatred of the number 4, making you smirk about how you could tease him some more.
"Relax." Fugo states to the hat adorned male. "The yacht looks like it's in tiptop shape." He finishes.
"SHUT UP! IF YOU LIKE IT SO MUCH WHY, YOU TAKE IT!" Mista yells out once more.
"That sounds like a great idea!" You say, teasing your boyfriend. "Let's go Fugo! You and me, yacht number 4!" You look at your boyfriend with a smile on your face, but all he can give back is a look of horror and dejection. "I'm kidding Guido." You smile, your love of teasing him showing.
At that you follow your captain into the rental shop that also sells other goods like snacks and electronics, anything someone might wanna bring on a yacht ride around the beautiful ocean. You follow Narancia to the little shop area, and while he grabs things like snacks, drinks, and a boombox, you find a small tote bag and grab some other necessities that you and your accident prone team might need such as a first aid kit, water, and some 'healthier' snacks aside from soda and chips. The two of you bring your goods up to the counter, Narancia calls out to the man who was helping Bucciarati with the rental.
"Hey, old guy, get over here and ring me up!" He says, and you give him a light hit on the back of the head while walking up behind him. "Ow, what was that for?" He whined.
"You need to be a little more polite than that Narancia, how would you feel if a stranger called you names?" You respond, lecturing the slightly younger boy.
"Oh, sorry." Narancia says, apologizing to you, but not the man behind the counter. You gave him a look, telling him not to apologize to you. He looks at you, seeing the face you're making and gets the hint "sorry sir." He says and you nod with a smile on your face.
~Time skip to on the boat~
The sound of rushing waves and sea birds cawing were loud in your ears, you did your best to focus on the beauty of the scenery and not the voice in your head telling you of all the horrible things that could happen if the boat sank. Yes you are scared of boats, but you're trying your best not to let anyone see the anxiety on your face. You walked over to Guido, plopping yourself down next to him while he reads and Narancia listens to music a little too loud through his headphones.
"Hey y/n." Mista said as he noticed you sitting next to him. Just then you scoot closer to him and wrap your arm around his, trying to calm your anxiety through the physical touch of your boyfriend. "What's up?" Mista asks, confused as to why you suddenly decided this was a good place to cuddle. Not that he was complaining, he loves cuddling with you, but you two hadn't exactly told the rest of the team of your relationship (even though it was plainly obvious).

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FanfictionIn March of 2001 a young boy joins the Italian mafia under the one and only Bruno Bucciarati. Little does he know that someone from his past is already a member of the team and dating the vulgar gunslinger known as Guido Mista. Follow the antics of...