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

Chapter 3 + 1 - Vocal Percussion on a Whole 'Nother Level

You let out a groan, your whole body feeling like it had been thrown in a rock tumbler. You look around as everyone on the team (aside from Bucciarati) was in a similar boat to you, Narancia was rubbing his head, Abbachio cracking his neck, Fugo shakily standing up, and so on. Your eyes finally landing on Guido, relief washing over you. Uncaring of the ache in your legs you tripped over yourself to tackle the brunette in a hug while going on about how worried you were.

"Hey, I'm fine y/n, See?" He pats your head as he slowly tries to stand up, helping you along the way. "You're doing okay too, right?" he asks, not wanting to think that you had gotten hurt because he wasn't there to protect you.

"I'm fine." you say. "Just a little sore." You crack your joints as you look around you once more, the boat seems to be in disarray. Suddenly your thoughts get disrupted by Narancia groaning.

"O... OW! Hey, look... here!" he says while pointing to a spot on his head, Fugo approaches and takes a look.

"Ahh... yes, you have a bump... it's fairly big, I'd say." he comments on the injury acquired during the stand attack, while also brushing his fingers over it to get a better look.

"O... OW! It hurts!" Narancia whines. "STOP, STOP! Don't touch it!" Suddenly the 17 year old shoots up and starts yelling even more. "GOD DAMN!! You bastard, you think you can get away with this!? HUH?!" The boy starts to kick the headless body that was strewn across the deck, the head having been detached by Bucciarati's stand, Sticky Fingers. "I HAVE A DAMN BUMP ON MY HEAD, NOW! ASSHOLE!! I HOPE YOU'RE READY TO GET WHAT'S COMIN' TO YOU, AAAH?!" Narancia continues to beat the limp body before him as he yells, Abbachio and Fugo joining in soon after.

Giorno soon pulls out a wallet and starts to read over the information. "His name is Zucchero, Mario Zucchero, residing in Rome... A roman gangster, hm...?" you hear him muttering to himself.

Soon you notice Guido leaving your side to pick up some items lying on the deck. He holds up the pair of glasses and fishing wire while looking at the disembodied head lying next to him. The head, now known as Zucchero starts to thrash, words unintelligible due to the zipper holding his mouth closed.

"You know... looks like you're bein' hit by the ocean spray over here. Anyway, what's that on your face...?" Guido points at Zucchero. "A piece of garbage? Or a strip of seaweed...?" Guido leans in and continues his rambling. "Looks kind of like seaweed... But it could also be a torn piece of plastic or something."

"It would really be horrible if it's trash." you butt in, squatting next to your boyfriend.

"Hmmm. I can agree with you Y/n, if it's garbage then damn, my heart's breaking! That'd mean this beautiful ocean is being polluted, you know? Can I take it off your face and have a closer look?" Zucchero's head starts to thrash even more as Guido goes on with his rant. "Heeeeey. Come on... I'm asking you if I can take it off for you... You should at least answer me, bastard." Zucchero seemed to be staring intensely at the glasses and fishing line that had been set down in front of him, and Guido noticed this. "You seem to be... pretty curious about these things... they're not mine though! They were just on the ship. Glasses, and some fishing line..." he says while holding the items up.

"Which do you want me to use? The glasses or the fishing line?" Guido holds the items up and into Zucchero's line of sight. "We're gonna have to make you answer some questions. If you don't, we're gonna be in trouble! Lots of danger ahead, you understand. So, "Mr." Zucchero. You've got a partner, right? He's probably a stand user too, huh? That's why I'm going to have to use these." Guido pauses for another moment, waiting for a response even though he knows he won't get one. "You don't want to answer me? Not even about which one I should use? Well, if you're not going to choose... I'm gonna use both! Whoops!" with that the hook at the end of the fishing line pierces Zucchero's eyelid. You look away and wince for a moment, that's gotta hurt after all...