Blank Canvas (A Risotto Nero Love Story)

Some Concerns and Blondes (Edited!)

Aurora wasn't really sure what to do in this situation. There she sat, twiddling her thumbs, seated at a long table with a group of assassins. Risotto sat at the end in a larger swivel chair, looking a mixture of annoyed and absolutely fuming. The painter followed his heated gaze, none too surprised to find it landing on Formaggio, who looked pale and sweaty. This was a mess.

"Alright. Let's go over the details of what happened last night. Prosciutto," Risotto spoke the man's name shortly and expectantly.  The blonde nodded, clearing his throat before going over the night's events. As the male spoke of different counter measures their target had used to prevent his untimely death, Aurora found herself getting side tracked.

What did happen last night? She remembered getting there, socializing, going up the stairs, going into an office and then...

The young woman furrowed her brow, resting her chin on an open palm. Everything was so fuzzy. Her mind was still a frazzled mess, especially with what had happened with the leader of this band of misfits. A small blush crept across her cheeks and she could feel a burning sensation on the tips of her ears. She quickly pinched her leg, trying to distract herself from that thought. She had to stay focused! She could figure out all of that romantic crap later. The matter at hand was a tad more pressing.

"—and that's when I met up with you and..." Prosciutto trailed off, a look of concern pointed at the woman in question. She appeared to be thinking hard on something, and was clearly lost in her own world of thought.

"Anon." Aurora's eyes snapped to the end of the table where the dark voice had addressed her. "Are you alright?" He asked, his tone much less empty and more worried now. It sounded odd coming from him, and she wasn't sure if he realized his men were sitting around the table as well. However, at closer inspection, she quickly realized that it wasn't just Risotto that appeared worried. Everyone seemed concerned. What in the world happened to her last night?

"I... I feel fine. A little sluggish, like I haven't slept in two days, but okay-ish. What... what happened to me?" She asked, trying to be more direct. There was no beating around the bush with this topic.

"Well," Risotto started, unsure if he should really go over the event with her or not, "you went up to see the owner. There, you were drugged, as we found traces of one in your system when we brought you back. I tried to get there as soon as I could, but was stopped by two enemy stand users-" Aurora didn't miss the flash of regret in his eyes. "When I was finally able to get to you, you were... not yourself."

Not myself? Aurora thought to herself. What in the world did that mean? Risotto, upon seeing her confused expression, nodded. She had no idea what he was talking about.

"Someone else was speaking through you. I'm not sure who, or why, but I assume it was to protect you. Whoever it was kept you safe and killed the owner before I even got the chance to see him. And then..." he stopped himself. Should he tell her that he was certain that this person was her mother? Did that even make any sense? How could this woman, who had been dead for years, still be within the subconscious of her daughter? Then again, there was much about stands and their powers he didn't fully understand. Would this information hurt her? He caught Prosciutto's furrowed glance.

"And then you fell to the floor, unconscious. We took you back, checked your vitals, did some blood tests and then you awoke. You don't recall any of it?" Aurora sighed in disappointment, shaking her head.

"Ah, this is annoying. I hate not knowing things..." Formaggio grumbled, only to be silenced by the harsh glare of his leader.

"Well, at least you're alright, il mio fiorellino! Wouldn't want anything bad to happen to you~" Melone cooed, leaning forward to give her a wink. Aurora laughed nervously, eyes flashing to Risotto's. To her surprise, the man's gaze had darkened to something that she hadn't seen yet. There was something almost primal about it; and gosh did it send shivers throughout her body.