ok i'm gonna make this pre illuso fight :P u get ALL the bonding u can. i've made a stand for you hehhehehe, all the info u get rn is it's name; Revolution 9 !! also i literally learnt so much chemistry for this. what the fuck. why am i doing CHEMISTRY for fanfic.
after disclosing where the bodyguard team would be, risotto chose to send you out first, disclosing the other group's location. you were to attack as they were transporting the girl, trish, as you learnt.
you sat in a tree, stalking out their conversation with another capo. the older man stalked off after verifying the quality of the riches in the bag. you saw her, walk up to a boy clad in hole-ridden green, ask him for something. he begins to strip off his shirt, leaving him in just a tie as she wipes her hands on it and passes it back. he makes a scene of throwing it on the floor in anger, letting out a small noise of frustration. revolution 9 comes out from behind you, her veil and robe lightly flowing, shimmering in the light, preparing to strike.
you click your tongue, pointing to your palm. in response, she lifts her pink and red arm up high so you can see every cog turn, every single tiny reaction that flows through what she named her arm and leg programming, and slammed it down on your palm. biting your lip, you watched as blood trickled from your palm in a ruby waltz of doom, to reshape as a small crystal, changing colours to reveal the swirling, shell making it appear asif the gas inside was glittering. more crimson dribbles from your hand, and all meet the same resolution. 9 grips the crystals gently, before leaning over the gang to lightly drop the crystals soundlessly around them.
you called her back over, to sit on the tree with you, hair and veil in similar choruses of floating with the breeze. you wait until they go where you want, where you know they will go, and as a boy dressed in pink steps on one, it creates a chain reaction -
you've lost them in the, although lowly concentrated, green-ish yellow cloud of chlorine. you know they are still there though, the noises the release to the almost bleach-like odour show their locations.
"my eyes! fuck - that hurts!" you hear an immature voice call, before a small aeroplane appears behind him, quickly deducing this is his stand. you decide to reveal yourself adorning a respirator and eye protection, the crystals sticking their feet to the ground so their attempts to move would be futile.
"salve. i see your struggling with the affects of my crystals." your voice calls out, slightly muffled due your safety equipment. "i'm sorry we had to meet this way, but i'll tell you why i'm here. my team's leader told me about you harbouring the boss' daughter-"
"we cannot allow you to attack her." a sharp voice cuts in, more mature and eloquent than the others, yet you can't make out who said it through the smoke.
"i won't. i'm simply following an order, you understand. if you wish to calmly, without fighting, discuss with me i would be glad to release the gas." annoyed with the disruption, you continued.
"fine." the matured voice replies again, so you allow revolution to remove the smoke, repairing your wound.
as the coloured fog dissipates, you can finally see who the bodyguard team is. you recognised one, yet couldn't decipher from where. he was decorated in bold red animal trousers, a diamond type jumper and a matching hat, with an arrow on it. all eyes of the team glared holes into you and your stand, her resting her head atop of yours, veil lightly covering one of your eyes.
"again, i am sorry we meet under these circumstances, yet we cannot control the dice the gods throw. you do understand that, correct?" your words cut through their small gasps for air which quickly ceased.
"why do you want trish." the same voice from earlier spoke, his features glittering now he was visible. a perfectly constructed face, asif he was a sculpture, a beautifully even haircut that made his neck glow when combined with his white suit. he lightly shoos away his team, insisting he can handle it.
"i want trish as my group's leader has received an order from the boss that he must have her, to protect the bosses identity." his facial expression grew somewhat confused, a difference from the calm front he had on a minute ago to hide the calamity he felt.
"we have received a similar order, but instead we must protect her and deliver her to the boss."
after a while, the two of you came to an agreement, that you would assist the bodyguard team throughout their travels and in turn they would keep not just trish protected but you too, all parties keeping strict secrecy - this also meant somewhat betraying your team as you learnt that bucciarati planned to simply just hand her over to the boss, conflicting with your teams ideas.
and as you stepped on to the boat with a newly made alliance, you begin to get a swirling, foreboding sense in your gut, asif warning you not to go with bucciarati, but you ignored it
while your guitar gently weeps.
authors note:
hey... hey...
so yeah. i haven't updated in a month, and i apologise for that. to be honest, i felt that this chapter was bad, and i should abandon the book - but then i listened to while my guitar gently weeps again today and suddenly george harrison forced me to write the ending. i haven't proofread the rest out of pure distaste - again, this isn't my best work but i feel my writing is slowly getting better so please stick around and believe in me chat 🙏🙏 also authors curse hasn't hit me yet whilst writing this, so i think evil dead, twd and natm are just cursed (nvm y'all after writing this part i IMMEDIATELY got on my period i'm literally gonna kms) also i literally forgot purple hazes ability REVOLUTION 9 IS NOT MEANT TO BE A REPLICA GUYS PLS 😔😔😔🙏🙏🙏
bye, arrivederci and au revior.
wc: 1044 incl. a/n
started this chapter : 20th april 2024
finished this chapter : 17th may 2024
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Fanfiction"i look at the world, and i notice it's turning; while my guitar gently weeps. with every mistake, we must surely be learning; still...
