🦋How Much I Feel🦋

Buried booty

Forgot to say this concretely 😭🙏
Y/n is about 19 now, and giorno being 2 years younger he's 17.
He'll have a birthday soon, so yea... he'll be 18 for Y/n becomes predator-san...

forgot these mfs have canon ages...

ANYWAYS😝😝

Back on w it⬇️
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You find yourself on a boat, basking in the sunlight with shades you just found somewhere. You had taken off your jacket, letting the warm Italian sun hit your bare shoulders, skin in need of some vitamin D. From afar, you can hear Narancia being obnoxious while listening to his little songs on a boombox, Mista getting increasingly annoyed. Eventually, he just up and destroys the thing, pouring soda on it.

Abbacchio talks with Fugo on the side, seemingly enjoying the sparkle of the water and the way the sun makes it glimmer. They seem at peace, something their angry asses need desperately.

At the very other end stand Giorno and Bruno, the former facing opposite of the older man. He notices his distant look. "Are you listening to me, Giorno?" He follows the boy's line of sight, crossing his arms and sighing as he leans against the railing. The blonde snaps out of it. "Yes, Bucciarati. Continue..." he says, though something tells Bruno he really wasn't.

"Tell me, Giorno Giovanna. What is your relationship with Y/n?" He asks, probably gauging his chances. The boy raises a brow, blushing slightly. "Um... Y/n?" He asks, now slightly embarrassed. The men a bit further away listen in close, Fugo's interest piqued as he pauses his conversation with Abbacchio to eavesdrop, the man surprisingly interested as well. Giorno continues.

"Well, we were childhood best friends... I've known her since I was maybe 4, she would've been 6. There's nothing more... why?" He asks, oblivious to the way he's been acting. Bruno scoffs in amusement, shaking his head. "And are you sure there's... nothing more?" He asks, smirking at him. The blonde pauses, blush taking over his cheeks. He sighs, leaning against the railing as well, eyeing you from across the way.

"I mean... generally, yes. But... there's a bit of something that I'm sure is one sided." He admits, looking away from you bashfully. Bruno chuckles, never having thought he'd be listening to a teenager's love troubles. He shrugs. "Well, word of encouragement here, you have a better chance of getting her than any of us do." He leans in to whisper, having noticed the two men eavesdropping.

"And I know my gang... the whole lot of them are head over heels." He winks, easing away. Giorno sighs, shaking his head. He then pauses, looking up at the older man. "And what about you?" He asks, a sly smirk on his face. He raises a brow, stunned by the question and seemingly flustered for the first time maybe ever. He looks away, a bit of furrow to his brows, a faint dust of pink on his cheeks.

"I..." he pauses again, huffing. "I don't try to concern myself with such matters..." he says, definitely trying to seem uninterested. The blonde shakes his head, arms uncrossing as he faces Bruno. "Oh, it's fine, Bucciarati. But you know, I have a higher chance. You said so yourself." He says, pointing at the man and using his own words against him. Bucciarati chuckles. "Oh? Is that a challenge, Giorno Giovanna?" He says, pushing from the railing as they glare at each other with smirks.

Suddenly, Mista speaks up, bored as all hell and getting impatient. "Sooo, Bucciarati. Don't you think it's about time you told us where we're headed?" He asks with slight exasperation. The man perks up, walking over to him and the other three follow. You sit up, removing your shades and walking over, curious as well.

"Right... Polpo has killed himself and we're going to go claim his fortune, hidden on Capri!" He exclaims, Narancia and the gunslinger immediately perking up. You go wide eyed. Polpo killing himself? It seemed too unbelievable. He speaks up once again. "His suicide is just our luck, because he left a fortune of around 10 billion Lire, and I'm the only one who knows where. I am the one who hid it!" He reveals.

The members all go wide eyed, excitement coursing through everyone. Even you have a mischievous expression when thinking of everything you can buy with such an amount, even if it was split evenly. You close your eyes, thinking of such luxuries before chaos has already ensued.

"Narancia!" Bruno yells. Mista whips around, only to see the boy nowhere in sight. You're wide eyed. He was just in front of you. "Y/n, did you see what the hell just happened?" Asks the leader, but you're at a loss, eyes having been closed. "N-no, sorry! I closed my eyes for a split second!" You say, worry now setting in. Could there already be an enemy on board somehow?

The group gathers around a small drain system, nothing but his shoe present. Chaos ensues as fear courses through everyone's veins, everyone shouting and scrambling. Bruno states that he was pulled into the small drain system, absolutely impossible for anyone. Suddenly, the group is in disarray. You wander all over the boat, yelling as does everyone.

You eventually meet up with mista, who's carrying a lifesaver. "You're looking and laughing, aren't you!?" He says as if Narancia is only hiding. You scoff, looking around all the same. "If you don't answer right now I—" then it's silent. You whip around, eyes wide. Now Mista's disappeared. "Mista!?" You exclaim, causing the group's attention. You duck to look further to the ground, but you never resurface, causing the group to become immediately alert.

Fugo walks over to the site, caution in his every move. "Y/n? Mista?" He says, opening up a compartment and never coming back into view. The remaining three share looks of trepidation. Someone is there with them. "We're being attacked! Everyone stay close..."Bucciarati says cautiously.

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"Fuck!" You exclaim, rubbing your side where the man's stand had poked you. Your memory wad a blur, and nothing made sense, but all you know is that an enemy attacked you all and his stand had something to do with poking.

Narancia too was aching, clutching his head as Fugo looked over him, examining a bump that really wasn't there. The two boys look in your direction, including Mista. "You poor thing..." Mista says, examining your side up close. Narancia takes a closer look at the small wound in your side, practically healed. "Wow... that looks bad!"

It really didn't, and it didn't hurt so bad either. But you were feeding into their little games. You groaning loudly as you clutched your side, glaring at the man who did this to you. The man whose sole head was on the floor of the boat, unzipped at the neck and zipped at the mouth. He was butt ugly too... how dare a beast try to take down a baddie like you... egregious.

With feigned rage, Mista walked over to the man, kicking his head before walking over crouching down before it. Giorno holds the man's wallet, being the little gangster he is, he smirks, pocketing the mans cash before examining his ID. "Mario Zucchero?" He begins, looking over it all, smirking smugly as the man whimpers, drool even seeping from his zipped lips. You scoff. "Ugh, hey, Chero, wipe that shit from your mouth why don't you... if you're keep it there you're gay." His eyed widen before squeezing shut as he desperately tried to suck the excess saliva from his mouth.

He doesn't even have a body, and he's more concerned about a fake label...?

And now, Mista hold glasses and fishing wire with the hook attached. The man's yells are muffled. Never had he been through this kind of torture...
You only snicker from afar, watching as Mista strings the man up by his damn eyelid, positioning the glasses on his face so that the sun makes a death-ray into his pupil. Brutal...

Narancia counts the syllables of his name, laughing heartily and he exclaims the man will be going to the 6th circle of hell. He clicks on the boombox, and what proceeds just might be the greatest dance sequence in your life...
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