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

Chapter 5 - Sex Pistols

Soon enough Guido and Giorno were off, disappearing into the clear water below the boat. All you had said to Guido before he left was a quick 'see ya later' with a pat on the shoulder and a smile. You didn't want to engage in too much PDA, after all you still hadn't told the team about your relationship. That didn't matter though, everyone left on the boat walked off to do their own thing again, leaving you watching the water.

Your hand gripped the railing as you watched the sea hurl past. You love the ocean but you are still terrified of boats. Every shake made you think it would capsize and who knew how well your swimming skills actually held up through the years.

Timeskip - with Giorno and Mista

Giorno and Mista stood on the rocky shore next to the dock, looking at the crowds of tourists scattered around the Marina, Giorno was using a pair of binoculars to get a better look. "It took a bit of time for us to swim to shore from the yacht... we only have roughly 20 minutes left. 20 minutes until the designated meeting time between Zucchero and the man on the island! As Abbachio said, the harbor is full of tourists... Everyone seems like they're waiting for someone else. And in reality, they're probably all waiting for incoming tourist boats to arrive... Mista. You have plans regarding how to find the enemy within the next 20 minutes, yes...?" Giorno looks behind him to see that Mista is not where he previously was, and instead he was sitting on a rock with a small picnic that he seemingly pulled out of nowhere.

"What are you doing?" Giorno asked, met with complete silence as Mista continued eating. The hat wearing man looked down at his watch and checked the time before speaking.

"It's past lunchtime... if it were any other time, I'd be going to that restaurant over there, but eating lunch right in front of the harbor is a bad move, yeah? I don't know what this guy looks like, but he probably knows what I look like, since I'm on Bucciarati's team. Right, and he probably knows your face too."

Giorno stands there in confusion before speaking again. "I don't think I'm following. Please listen, Mista... I estimated it at around 20 minutes, but if the enemy is paranoid, it may even be as little as 10 or 5 minutes. He may be getting suspicious as to why the Lagoon is taking so long, and realize that something happened to Zucchero. If that happens, then we'll never be able to find the enemy. We need every minute that we have available..."

Mista butts in. "That's why I'm taking a lunch break! It's lunch hour! In this country, even boutiques and book stores close during this time. No one wants to work if they haven't eaten lunch yet. Listen, I'm not that way... but these guys picked up on that tradition, you know?"

Giorno looks at the man in shock, seeing that he's holding salami over the open barrel of his revolver.

"Here, everyone! Time for lunch! Tuscan salami, you know that shit is good!" Mista leans over the barrel and hands a slice to each of his Sex Pistols, they all clamor to get their slice first. They dig into their salami almost instantly as Mista starts to speak to them. "Hey, not again...! Stop fighting over the food! Share nicely, Alright!? Number 3, stop making Number 5 cry!" He looks up to Giorno who has a bewildered look on his face. "All of them think they work the hardest, so they think they should get more food than others. I try not to play favors, you know?"

As Giorno watches on in confusion Mista does his best to keep the peace, comforting number 5 while they're crying.

"What are those things? How many of them are there?" Giorno asks.

"Things?" Mista asks. "Hey, call them people! They get pissy when people treat them like pets." Mista pauses for a moment before continuing. "There's 6 of them! There's no number 4 because 4 is an unlucky number. There's one of them for each bullet."

"One for each bullet?" Giorno says to himself.

Mista looks back at the Sex Pistols and starts to talk again. "This big guy over here wants you to hurry, alright? You guys can wait until after work to take a nap, huh?" He talks to them like they are toddlers before looking towards Giorno. "I'm trying to convince them, right now... So, Giorno! Take the radio out of the plastic bag!"

Giorno moves to take the radio out of the bag they had put in to keep it safe from the sea water.

Meanwhile

You sit there on the same platform you had been sitting on earlier when Naranica had been attacked by Zucchero's stand. The boat was quiet, no one really talking.

"Hey, Bucciarati, are we almost there?!" Narancia all but yells across the yacht. The aforementioned man gave the younger boy a glare before responding.

"It should be about 15 minutes give or take."

You let out a sigh, hoping that Guido was safe and things hadn't gone totally wrong.

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I'm too lazy to write the whole fight scene so this is all y'all get.