Vento Oreo

☆Double...?☆

A/n: Sorry this took so long! Hope you enjoy, M00LIoC00LIo

I sigh with content as I feel the sun's rays lay upon me, the sound of the waves softly crashing up onto the shore.

My parents decided to spend our spring break in Sardinia, or as the Italians *cough* Ghiaccio *cough* would say, Sardegna. They had originally planned on taking a cruise ship here, but I declined for, well, obvious reasons.

I couldn't tell them about the situation with me kinda being part of the mafia either, plus that fact that I actually wanted to go, so I told the gang that I would be gone for about a week.

Before I left, Giorno told me to check the status of Passione and drugs in the island. Why he would trust an inexperienced teen like me? No idea.

But I accepted his request anyways, since my family and I were going to be doing nothing for almost half of the week. That should be enough time.

I look out to the navy sea as it meets the baby blue sky, with barely a cloud in sight. My parents are in our hotel's nearby bar, sitting at one of the outdoor tables whilst drinking. I don't mind though, I know they're responsible drinkers, and that today wouldn't be an exception. Besides, I'm enjoying this moment alone.

A sudden cold sensation catches me off guard and I redirect my attention to my feet, where the water was going past before receding back into the sea.

I'm not really in a swimming mood today, so I didn't bring my bathing suit. Just a hat, sandals, and sunscreen.

Noticing a crab crawling in front of me, I crouch down and watch it pass until it got abruptly taken away by the waves.

My eyes blinked in surprise before looking back into the water.

That's a, uhh. . . An interesting exit.

"Oh? I didn't think I'd meet you here." A voice emerges from the soft splashing of water.

I turn and look up at the source of the voice, seeing a familiar purple-haired man.

My eyes widen as I quickly reach my hands down into the sand and bury my feet under it. For extra precautions, I lay my hat on top and sprawl my body across them, wrapping my arms around to act as a tiny wall.

I glare up at the man as he gives me a confused look before finally understanding. "Don't worry. I'm not into underaged kids." He replies.

I sigh and take my feet out, washing the sand off in the water.

"So, what brings you here?" I ask as I rinsed them.

"We were given a mission to kill someone, of course. Mr. Capo assigned me to the task, so I learned of their future plans and followed them to Sardinia." Melone answers my question, "What about you?"

"Vacation." I respond blatantly, "But the Don also told me to check the drug status here."

He sighs at this statement.

"I don't even get why he's so crazy about drug control. It's where a majority of the organization's money comes from."

"Honestly, same. If he thinks that drugs are bad, may as well just close Passione all together. But the boss is the boss, you can't argue with him." I laugh, putting my sandals back on and returning to the shore.

"So, did you finish yet? Your mission?" I ask.

"Almost. Just waiting for Junior to track the target down." He tells me, checking for any updates through his Stand.