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

☆chapter 3: arrow security →🔒

The murderer saw the piece of the arrow in your hand, as their eyes widened only slightly. The ends of their mouth curving upwards, insanely. They threw their head back and let out a sardonic laughter with their beaty eyes.

"I've finally found it at last! Boss will be pleased!"

The enemy looked at you once more, ignoring Lucas, completely.

"You.."

You were only focused on controlling and flying the plane to safety, already fed up with what this insane individual had already done. Couldn't I just get a damn break for once? You thought to yourself.

"Me?"

You asked in dull yet child-like tone, almost sounding sarcastic.

The enemy began walking towards you, a shot of adrenaline running through Lucas' body as he watched, blurting out words to make his target stop,

"Take one more step and I'll shoot you!"

They continued to walk, despite what your partner had said.

"(Y/N)~ You have something I value deeply.."

A focused look on your face, you pressed a couple buttons, keeping the plane in shape, "Is that so?"

Lucas pulled his pistol's trigger, launching the bullet at a rapid speed while aimed at the murderer who was gaining closer to you. And of course the bullets went through the body and blood spewed out.

Unfortunately, it did not seem to effect him in any way, and he continued the walk toward you, which made Lucas as terrified as ever.

Before the enemy could take one more step, they seemed to be suddenly impaled out of the blue, no warning or anything.

It almost seemed like an invisible limb pierced straight through the body, holding the lung out and throwing the enemy towards the window at a high speed. The heavy impact caused the window to shatter and everything began flying out into the sea.

Lucas just stood there in disbelief. A queer, uncomfortable perplexity began to invade him as he ran a hand through his dark hair. It all happened so quickly he couldn't put his finger on any possibilities.

The door clicked open and a small boy with pink hair walked through.

"Excuse me?"

The lifeless, red bodies of the former pilots and the blood that painted the walls immediately caught the boy's attention, his eyes widened greatly.

"Blood!" He pointed his index finger at the area, both you and Lucas were in.

"Hey, hey, hey! It's alright! Everything's OK now!" Lucas slipped his gun back into the small sheath on his hip. He tried to comfort the small, pinked haired boy—offering you more time to concentrate on the plane.

The situation kept wandering around in your head, I have something they deeply valued?

You glanced at the arrow, before the exit,
the sound of chattering and several footsteps shoving their way towards the cockpit. It was like all the passengers were suddenly reporters, spitting out questions here and there. Though, they had every right to be confused and seek answers for the major disruption.

Some passengers took out their phones and began taking photos or recording what little they could get from inside the cockpit or bathroom, some began calling the police, explaining how the both of you were responsible for all 3 deaths.

Obviously, this wasn't exactly a good position to be in at the moment.

"Lucas! Take over for me," you told him, getting out of the seat and calling your executive, putting your phone close to your ear.

"—Hello, (Y/N). What might be the problem?"

"Several murders occured during the flight and we don't know our main target. It seems as if the murderer was working for someone but I'm not sure who. The pilots are dead too, so Lucas and I are trying to take over and the passengers are accusing us."

Your boss chuckled, "—Did I stutter telling you Italy is like a playground for criminals? Be careful."

"No, and I am. It's just stressful when the passengers accuse you of murder when they don't know half the story."

"—Did you inform them? Were you and Mr. Barnholt clear when explaining the situation."

"No, because—"

"—You said no, so there is nothing I can do about it. What's done is done." The phone clicked, and your face twisted in anger. You and Lucas haven't even started your investigation yet and the both of you were already to be met behind cold, metal bars.

"What'd the boss say?" Lucas asked. You explained to him the brief conversation and the possibilities of getting arrested. Who would get you both out of jail, then? The thought crossed your mind of breaking out, but that'd make you no better than a criminal. Though, you'd being breaking out for a pretty good reason. Framed of the innocent passengers who called authorities to ensure their own safety. "It was just the wrong place at the wrong time. No one made a fault. The passengers are just confused," you tried to tell yourself. You grabbed the speaker and tried to explain the situation in a calm and respectful manner, leaving out any gruesome details in mind of the children on board. Although you changed the minds of several innocent citizens, it didn't change or wipe out the panicking phone calls to the police.

"We're here!" Lucas exclaimed, seeing a faint Italy from the clouds. Several police cars caught your attention, waiting for you at the airport. You could've sworn you saw at least 15? No.. 20? There was so many you couldn't keep track. It was almost like the two of you were terrorists, which, of course, wasn't the case.