【Vento Aureo JJBA - ELIMINATION - Vinegar Doppio/Diavolo x Reader】

☆chapter 1: trip to italy (prologue)

(Y/N) = Your Name

(L/N) = Last Name

Whenever I add three spaced periods at the end of a line or stanza, it indicates that time has passed.

(For example)

(They watched a movie with their friends. .

At home they ate dinner.)

You gripped the doorknob to turn it, unlocking your way into the room ahead of you and pulling the door in order to create a gap to get inside. Walking in, you shut the bronze door without looking back, and made eye contact with your executive. You sat in the the chiseled, gray chair that almost complimented your dark clothing, and spoke,

"I would like to inform you that I'll be participating in the expedition trip to Venice, Italy, before going to check out the organization in Australia."

Your supervisor looked at you, the ends of his lips curving upwards slightly, he replied,

"Whatever fits you, (Y/N). I trust you, but not enough. I'd like you to take Mr. Barnholt with you on your trip."

This surprised you, but you continued to keep a genuine, calm posture and expression, commenting, "With all do respect, I refuse to take someone like that on my investigation. I can handle any situation as well as myself, sir."

"I don't think you can. Italy is like the playground for the criminal society. Your taking him with you,"

Your boss handed you money and two plane tickets set for Venice, Italy,

"Your plane takes off tomorrow night, I wish you the best of luck on this investigation, (Y/N)."

You sighed, receiving the items and stashing them in a safe place and exiting the office, heading to your co-worker to inform him the information given to you.

"Alright, Lucas, get ready to go to Italy. We're leaving tomorrow night,"

You told him with a blank expression, effortlessly handing him the extra ticket you had stashed away for the time being. He looked at you, his face changing from a shocked to an excited expression,

"I'll pick you up tomorrow night then!"

A cocky, childish smile danced across his face as he locked his gaze on you, walking away to fill out recorded documents of the last investigation you encountered. . .

You sat on your bed, sinking in it. Looking out the window, a lively, sun-kissed light shone through the window, and the dust particles phasing through, into your room. The post lights began turning on, one by one.

You looked down from out the window, noticing a shiny, strange arrow piece lying on the ground in the crack of the sidewalk below you.

Heading downstairs with no hesitation, you decided to check the arrow out, not with a thought of selling it, but just to look at it and maybe keep as your own. It peeked your interest, and you had to know what it had to offer.

Taking the arrow piece in your grasp, you observed it, only until you felt a vibration and a shaking in the ground.

A familiar sensation. You looked behind yourself, knowing it was a car.

Cigarette in place, and arm out the window with an impatient honking following up, the individual spoke, "(L/N), let's go! C'mon!"

You picked yourself up, answering, "You need to wait," and headed back inside your apartment.

You and your partner's flight was going to leave in 30 minutes, so you had to get your stuff together. The heaviness of your suitcase upset you, but you had to deal with it. You shut the dark-colored trunk and opened the door of the front seat next to the driver and sat down.

"We're lucky you're not like other girls. You don't spend an hour trying to do. . who knows what, or else we would've been late for our flight," Lucas laughed and lightly elbowed you.

"Focus on you. I don't feel like getting in a car crash," You told him, ignoring his humor and once again observing the arrow.

"I don't know why, but this arrow seems familiar. . like something I've seen when I was younger."

Your partner glanced at the arrow, "It looks weird, I mean. . who creates arrows out of gold? Plus, it seems refurbished. Where did you find it?"

"On the sidewalk," you answered. . .

In the distance, you and Lucas could see the airport.

"We're here!"

He glanced at you once more, exclaiming. You kept your eyes forward, still keeping your mind on the arrow. You didn't know why but it left you with unanswered questions. Lucas parked somewhere close to the airport,

"I'll get our things," He said, exiting the car and and opening the trunk. He lifted up your suitcase with a pained expression and groan, yelling,

"How many bricks did you put in this damned suitcase, (Y/N)!"

You smiled slightly to his reaction of your suitcase, you got out of the car and received your suitcase from his grasp.

"Thank you. . ."

. . A horrible yet silly realization occurred to Lucas as you both seated,

"How long is this flight gonna' be?"

You answered with a slight chuckle, "How long do you think? It's Philadelphia to Venice. If I'm correct, it should be about 10 hours."

Your partner exclaimed in shock almost too dramatically, looking at you. . .

"I refuse to wait any longer!"

One of the passengers near you, complained. "I apologize, sir. But the restroom is currently occupied," The attendant answered, a worried look formed in her face as she glanced at the "occupied" restroom.

Had another person been in the bathroom, the terror awaited them. A pestilential smell would've plugged into their noses with a horrible nausea. A sight so tragic, helping them vomit. No wonder the restroom was occupied for so long, red splotches covered the inside of the small area. Already dead from decapitation, the man's head hanged from a string from the ceiling.

It wasn't suicide.

Perhaps uncanny murder?