Anger Management [Meloghia]

Chapter 17: Concession

Ghiaccio sat on the couch with journal in hand and chronicled the events of which had just transpired.

Gelato's pissed because he can't go on the mission with us. Big fucking deal. I get he's worried about Sorbet but it's part of the job. He starts tearing Risotto a new one for it and that pisses me off! Risotto never did anything to deserve that. He gave up his fucking room for them! He's given us everything, and Gelato's just being a bitch. He needs to get over himself.

He asked me if I remembered dying. He claims that he can remember what happened after he died. I think that's fucking bullshit or the rest of us would have remembered something too. I certainly don't and I know Melone would have said something. We wouldn't have heard the end of it from Formaggio, and Illuso for sure would brag about seeing the afterlife.

He's definitely being a drama queen, but if he's really that upset then he should really take it out on Giorno not Risotto. Giorno is the one that brought us back to life. Risotto is just following orders which is exactly what Gelato should be doing, dammit!

Ghiaccio heard pounding on the bathroom door upstairs. He put down his anger journal and walked up the stairs to see Illuso standing outside the bathroom door next to Sorbet who rammed his shoulder into the door again.

"Gelly, open up. Can we talk?" Sorbet called. Ghiaccio approached Illuso who looked at him.

"He still in there?" Ghiaccio asked.

"Yeah, he won't come out. He smashed the mirror so I can't see what's going on," Illuso sighed, but he looked worried. He glanced over to see Melone sitting outside Ghiaccio's door in the hallway watching the scene unfold. He looked upset. Sorbet turned at the sound of Ghiaccio's voice.

"Hey, Ghiaccio, can you freeze and break the lock on the door?" Sorbet stepped back and gestured to the doorknob.

"Doesn't that seem extreme?... He'll come out," Ghiaccio said but he didn't feel so sure when he saw the look on Sorbet's face, the Glasgow smile bisecting his cheeks gave him a horrifically pathetic look.

"He was yelling at me through the door earlier. That was ten minutes ago." Sorbet was fidgeting his hands, clenching and unclenching his fists. Ghiaccio had never seen Sorbet so on edge before. He was usually so composed and suave. "You heard him earlier. Please, Ghi, I need you to open that door." Ghiaccio stared into Sorbet's determined expression and pushed past both of them to stand before the door. He summoned White Album to his hand and deep froze the lock, then he kicked it, shattering the handle to pieces.

Sorbet pushed open the door and screamed. Illuso peered over Ghiaccio as he stood frozen to the spot and watched as Sorbet fell to his knees next to the tub. The screaming alerted the rest of the house who suddenly gathered in the hallway.

"Gelato!" Melone screamed and shoved past Ghiaccio, knocking him off balance as Melone slid onto his knees next to Sorbet. He'd seen blood before. It was part of the job description of being an assassin. Blood had never bothered him, but Ghiaccio knew he'd never get that sight out of his head.

Despite how many fights they would get into, regardless of the nasty shit he'd say about them, La Squadra was his family. No amount of killing had prepared him for this, because this time, it was someone he knew. Someone that was family. Someone, Ghiaccio believed, he'd pushed too far.

"Giorno, we need you to get here immediately. There's been an accident. Gelato's hurt badly. Please hurry." He heard Risotto on the phone behind him.

"Get more towels to stop the bleeding!" Sorbet cried. Melone scrambled to the closet and started tossing things out of the way and grabbed several towels to staunch the blood flow.