Anger Management [Meloghia]

Chapter 21: Purple Rogue

Fugo was having a bad day.

Yesterday wasn't nearly as brutal as this morning had been. Everything irritated him from the second he got up. He saw the clock: 9:30. Shit, I overslept. We have to be there in thirty minutes and it takes fifteen to get there. He bumped into the nightstand in his haste, upending the cup of water he had placed there the night before. Now his socks were wet. He peeled them off and headed to the bathroom where the toothpaste was nearly empty and the cap was left off. Fucking Mista. There was no hot water left either. He couldn't be sure but he thought that was likely Giorno's doing. He took longer in the shower. They had multiple bathrooms but only one hot water heater. He and Mista shared the bathroom but Mista was usually in and out in ten minutes. He just usually left the place in shambles as he went. Well, I didn't have time to shower anyway.

Fugo headed downstairs and caught his barefoot on the carpet transition strip causing him to cut his foot. He sucked in his breath and swore. It wasn't that deep but it didn't matter, it only angered him more. He walked into the kitchen and found the coffee pot was already empty since he'd been the last one to wake up. Damn it! He wasn't that hungry so he just made himself some toast which he'd burnt since the dial was too high. Abbacchio liked his toast to disintegrate in his mouth. He threw the burned mess away as his nerves continued to pulse in a way that made him jumpy. He put fresh bread in and lowered the timer. He poured himself some orange juice and took several deep breaths. As he took a sip, Narancia and Giorno walked in from the other room. They both stopped to look at him still in his pajamas.

"What the hell, Panni? You're not even dressed yet?" Narancia asked.

"I overslept," Fugo snapped. He drained the rest of the glass.

"Fugo, we're leaving in ten minutes," Giorno warned.

"I know that! I still have to eat though!" He slammed the empty glass too hard on the table and it shattered in his grip cutting his hand. "Shit!"

"Fugo!" Narancia said as he grabbed the hand towel off the oven handle and wrapped his bleeding hand in it. Giorno walked over and cradled his hand under both of theirs.

"Hold still," Giorno said in a hushed tone. He carefully pulled out the few glass shards in his hand and then rested his hand over Fugo's. The wounds closed up easily and Narancia wiped off the remaining blood from Fugo's hand. Fugo just closed his eyes and shook his head. Fucking great. Perfect. Abbacchio and Bucciarati then entered with Mista in tow.

"Hey, what gives? We're loading up, are you even coming?" Mista noticed Fugo's still disheveled state. Fugo glared at him.

"What happened?" Bucciarati asked, noticing the blood before anything else. Fugo opened his mouth about to say something he'd regret when Giorno cut him off.

"Just a small accident but everything's fine now." Giorno looked to Fugo. "Why don't you go finish getting ready, we'll clean up here."

"Yeah, Fugo, don't worry about it! I'll clean it up right now!" Narancia chirped as he took the towel and began to carefully scoop up the remains of the cup.

"Come meet us in the car when you're done," Giorno said nodding. Fugo sighed in annoyance and turned to go back upstairs, forgetting about his toast in the process. He quickly changed into his clothes, he was feeling red more than green today so he put on that suit instead. He ran a brush through his hair but it wasn't worth actually trying more without washing which there wasn't time for now. He snatched his phone off the nightstand. He really wanted to talk to Ghiaccio so he opened his phone to text him but as he pressed the button, the screen remained dark.

He tried turning it on. Nothing happened.

"Fuck!" He turned and chucked his phone across the room and it hit the wall. He was too angry to check if it was in one piece so he stormed out. If it was as indestructible as Mista claimed, it would be fine when he got back. He walked out of the house and locked the door behind him. Everyone was already piled in the van and waiting.