Vento Oreo

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A/n: Aight, turns out my life is going to be really busy, so enjoy this bonus chapter while I cry under piles of school work. Sorry for the late chapter.

- ??? POV -

"Tiziano and Squalo have been defeated. You're up next, Fragola, Mirtillo. Make sure they don't get to reveal the boss' identity at all costs!"

"Alright."

I put down the phone and walk into the next room, where a girl sat reading a magazine.

"Let's go, Mirtillo. We have a mission from the boss." I tell her.

She puts down her magazine and looks at me, smirking.

"About time. Let's get going then, sis."

- Your POV -

We cross the strait separating Venice from the mainland, our destination being the airport. Our boat nears the other side when something is thrown in front of us.

We stop the engine, looking for what was thrown.

Bad idea.

Smoke had started to form along with a small flame before quickly exploding.

All of us barely manage to hold onto the boat, me keeping a tight grip on Coco Jumbo.

Water splashes onto us as the water levels out and clams back down. Frantically, our group searches for the culprit.

"The person who threw that must be a Stand user!"

"Already?!"

Despite that, we couldn't locate them. Even Giorno's Gold Experience wasn't able to sense any nearby lifeforms.

"Damn it, where are they?!" Mista yells in frustration with his pistol out.

Just then, another object is thrown toward us.

Bucciarati restarts the engine, but it was too late. Everyone is launched into the water.

I manage to not lose the turtle along with Trish during the fall, but we all were submerged in the rough waters for a few moments. By the time I resurfaced, everyone was heading towards the boat, which had somehow managed to stay afloat.

Following in suit, Giorno helps me up into the boat.

"Wait, where's Mista?" I ask, noticing the absence of a certain tetraphobe.

This catches the attention of the rest of the gang, causing them to turn their heads in order to look for him. While Narancia and Giorno call for the teen, Bruno, Abbacchio and I look around, hoping to catch a glimpse of the boy's trademark familiar bright orange hat, or maybe his tiger-striped pants. It doesn't help that his shirt basically matches the color of the water.

"Mista!" We begin to yell.

"Where are you?! Mista!"

About a minute or two passes before we hear splashing, along with the sound of a person gasping. My gaze follows to the source of the sound, my eyes widening.

There was Mista, barely visible through the thick clouds of smoke, struggling to tread water as he does his best to take in more oxygen.

"There!" I shout, pointing in his direction. "Mista!"

We pull over next to him and help the gunslinger get into the boat.

"Are you okay, Mista?" I ask.

"Yeah. . . Thanks for saving me, everyone." He replies. We all smile.

"What did you expect? We're a team, no, a family! Of course we'll save you" Narancia exclaims, causing my smile to grow as I begin to feel all fuzzy inside.