Blank Canvas (A Risotto Nero Love Story)

Protection From A Killer (Edited!)

"R-Risotto...?" She asked, voice barely above that of a whisper. She felt her eyes shut, not having the strength to keep them open any longer. Whatever happened next was in the hands of an assassin.

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Risotto kneeled down, brushing some of the light blue locks of hair away from her face. He squinted, examining her carefully. His piercing red gaze flickered back up to the man now picking himself up off the ground.

"You." He said, his tone dripping with violent intentions.

Thomas grinned, brushing off his suit. "Me~. Did you expect someone more flashy?" He asked, waving his arms in a grand gesture. The blonde let out a cruel laugh, looking down at Aurora fondly. "She's so beautiful, don't you agree? I can practically feel her stand dripping with raw power. It makes me so... mm," He paused, drooling over his thoughts.

Risotto tsked, scowling deeply. He said nothing as he readied himself for battle, fists clenched until his knuckles turned white. His red eyes flared with anger, glowering at the man.

"No words? I see. Well, how about I introduce you to my beautiful stand, Purple Prince!" He exclaimed, a purple liquid dripping from his mouth and onto the cold ground. The liquid bubbled, manifesting into one solid physical form. It resembled that of a very feminine man, its main color being that of the purple that had oozed out of his face. Droplets of the goo dropped down, sizzling as it hit the cement.

Risotto couldn't help but roll his eyes. "I'm getting real tired of people hurting members of my team." He said coldly. Thomas laughed, raising a brow.

"Your team?" He asked in disbelief. "She doesn't even know what she is! Does she know what you are?" He challenged, peering at him through the dark.

Red eyes flickered down to the woman, then back to the blonde. He needed to end this quickly. There was no telling what drug was in her system, and he didn't want to take any chances.

"No, good sir. What she needs, is someone gentle. Someone who understands! She just needs that little kick to get started! You see, when I place a kiss on her delicate, plump lips, she'll finally see things through my eyes! She'll do whatever I say! There'd be no doubts, no pain! Just explicit peace~!" He cried, smile wide on his twisted face. His stand mimicked his movements, it's arms stretched outwards.

Risotto froze. Did he intend on mind controlling her? The thought made his stomach turn, and he instantly wanted nothing more than to pummel the man's face deep into the earth. Slowly, he walked forward.

"Aha, coming right for me, I see! Good show! Loving that enthusiasm!" Thomas chimed, his stand now posed for battle.

Risotto had gotten just close enough to the stand to be able to use his stand. He scowled, quickly realizing that whatever type of liquid it was, was not metal. Any closer, he'd be at risk of being attacked. Thomas only seemed to grin wildly. Just a little closer now, he thought to himself.

"I'll give you this one chance." Nero said quietly. There was an obvious warning in his tone. This warning, however, only seemed to land on deaf ears, as Thomas was laughing to himself.

"That's very nice of you, but I'll have to pass. Rather, I'm offended! To think I'd need your pity!? I, am unstoppable! Come any closer and I'll have you in my grasp! No one can resist the temptations of my Delirious Kiss! I won't just have her, but you—"

Before he could finish his speech, a blade shot forth and embedded itself into the blonde's side. Thomas slowly looked down, eyes wide as it landed on the chunk of metal piercing his abdomen. He let out an ear piercing scream, doubling over in pain as he clutched the blade. He looked up, eyes clouded by pain. Risotto smiled darkly.