Vento Oreo

20

"Don't move, Mista!" Giorno yells suddenly, kneeling on the ground. "Everyone! Stay where you are! Stay right there!"

"Wha-" Mista asks, before turning back around.

"I just told you not to move, Mista! We can catch up to Requiem in a second!"

He turns around and begins shouting back. "What the hell? Shut up, you dumbass! My body's disappearing already!" Mista points a finger toward Trish.

"I picked up your revolver. The one that you said broke a moment ago. This broken part doesnt match up correctly with the rest of it." Giorno says, bringing the gun and its cylinder together. "If it just broke due to metal fatigue, they should still fit together."

"What are you getting at, Giorno?" Bucciarati questions, then turns to said boy.

"Bucciarati, I need you to stay right there, too!" He exclaims before the man could even take a single step. "We need to keep a distance from each other!"

"You dumbass! Requiem is getting away!" Mista argues, "The Pistols says it was metal fatigue, so it's metal fatigue! I have a new Beretta, too!"

Mista's Stand appears around him.

"The parts aren't matching up because a piece flew off!" One of them states.

"That could be. . ." The high school student says, "But it could be something more. We'll be able to tell as soon as we see this lost piece."

I notice a small mole crawling up to Giorno, with the missing piece in its possession.

"Gold Experience. I gave part of the gun life and let it loose. Moles are basically blind, but their sense if smell is unparalleled." He enlightens us with his seemingly endless knowledge of nature. "Looks like it's returned, and it found its lost piece."

The boy puts all of the fragments of the revolver together, to see that they don't perfectly align still.

"H-hey, wait a sec! Are you saying someone just used immense force to tear the gun apart?" Mista asks. "Listen up! The Pistols and I are very clear on this! There's no one who got close to me in this square-"

"You're exactly right. No one did." Giorno interrupts him, looking back up. "That's why we need to stay apart from each other, because his range is only a few meters!"

"Giorno, you. . ." Bucciarati mutters.

"No one besides (f/n) got close to Narancia when he was attacked, but she was injured too, so it couldn't have been her." The teen in the pink suit remarks, "Other than her, the closest people were us."

Everyone's expressions change to that of both epiphany and surprise, followed by some silence.

"I think I get what you're saying." I comment quietly, "If Polnareff's hypothesis of the boss having two personalities, let a lone two souls, then Diavolo should be able to share a body with one of us. Right?"

He stares at me as I speak and nods to confirm my interpretation of his actions and reasoning. "Yes. Diavolo has inhabited one of us."

"Wha-"

"If he stays hidden, Trish can't detect his existence. The reason why he's staying hidden now  is because he's waiting for us to obtain the arrow for good. That's why he also appeared for a brief moment to destroy the gun." Giorno says, setting Polnareff down and standing up.

"W-wait a second-!" Mista exclaims, only for the blond to cut him off once again.

"I know I keep saying this, but stay away from me, Mista! Stay out of his range!" He repeats, pointing a finger at the gunslinger.