Vento Oreo

21: Ending 2

A/n: I know y'all are fucking sad and pissed at the same time that I didn't save Zipper Mama. Don't worry, I was low-key crying that I didn't either, so here's an alternate ending where ya boi lives.

"(F/n), you said that we're in a series seperated into parts, correct?" Polnareff suddenly speaks.

I slowly nod in confirmation, not understanding what he's getting at.

"I may be going to far with this, but did this series happen to have an adventure with a younger me in it?" He asks.

I nod again whilst raising a brow.

Narancia and Mista start whispering to each other. I couldn't tell what their conversation was about, but one possibility is of Polnareff being on another journey before this one.

"Then I am assuming it showed the scene where Jotaro brought his grandfather back to life."

Everyone gasps at this sentence and my eyes widen.

He isn't implying. . .

"You know what to do."

"But- Polnareff!" I exclaim, "I can't! Jotaro is one thing because of his Stand, but I'm a completely different case! I don't know if I can-!"

"Do you know why Jotaro's Stand is so powerful?" He cuts me off.

I stay silent.

"It's because he never hesitates." The man answers, "No matter how strong his Stand may be, it would have been useless if he hesitated whenever he used it. You need to be confident."

My eyes wander over to the side as I hug myself before sighing.

"O-okay. I'll try." I stammer.

Timidly, I walk toward Bruno's dead body and kneel down next to it.

"Giorno." I turn to said teen, "Could you replace all of the decaying and missing parts?"

"Of course, but do you have anything for me to use for the missing parts?" He asks in return.

Slinging my bag off of one shoulder I take out some of the snacks I bought.

"Will this do?" I pull out a bag of Tarallis.

The boy takes the bag and begins to repair Bucciarati's body.

Before he finished doing so, I bring out Castaway. Taking a deep breath, I have her hand plunge through his body and reach his heart.

She grasps it and starts pumping it, creating a pulse.

Eventually, the heart begins beating by itself and she let's go.

Within seconds, the color returns to Bucciarati's skin.

Giorno and I sit impatiently while everyone else crowds around us until suddenly, the previously still body lurches forward with wide eyes, coughing.

"Bucciarati!" We all shout once he opens his eyes, tackling our leader into a hug except for Abbacchio and Giorno, who just stood there with smiles on their faces.

At first, he seemed shocked before laughing softly and hugging us back.

While Narancia was sobbing into his chest and expressing his worries, Trish and Mista were laughing along with Bruno, happy tears in their eyes.

We soon calm down and seperate.

"I don't understand. How. . ."

"Giorno and (f/n) did it!" The seventeen-year-old shouts, "Giorno healed you while (f/n) got your heart to beat again!"

He looks at the blond and I, then smiles.

"Thank you." The man then averts his gaze to just me. "Have you told them yet?"

I nod. "They were all kind enough to forgive me."

"I'm glad. Now, what do you say we go home to Naples?" Bucciarati asks, getting up and dusting himself off.

"Yeah!"

"Let's go!"

"Mista!" A high voice wails.

We all stop our cheering to see Sex Pistols floating around him.

"We're hungry!"

"We wanna eat!"

"Mista!"

All of a sudden, all of our stomachs growl.

Bruno smiles once again. "I suppose it's been long enough since we last ate. Think of if as a reward."

Mista, Trish, Narancia, and I all cheer as we exit the Colosseum.

"Follow me, there's this restaurant I really want to go to! I heard they make really good spaghetti al nero di seppia, too." I say, leading the way.

"Do you know where it is?"

"No."

". . . Do you at least know the name?"

"Nope."

They all groan, some chasing me.