O̴n̴e̴ ̴b̴i̴g̴ ̴u̴n̴i̴v̴e̴r̴s̴e̴-(jjba + y/n)

carnivals!

You sat in the hospital bed. It was normal... And average day in your life. The curtain hid the person next to you. There was quiet talking but you could easily hear them.

"No, he's making plans for time off for those who wants it." Mista spoke, buccellati nodded. "Thats good, we could use a break." He said tiredly. Mista looked to the curtain. He saw the figure. "Someone else was in the room?" He asked, buccellati raised a brow. You were sitting up, awake. Youve been asleep from your surgery.
The curtain pulled a bit, you turned to the two boys. They gave you a small smile. "Ah buongiorno." Bruno spoke, you smiled. "Buongiorno." You said dryly. You noticed the man was all banged up, while he noticed the metal arm. You chuckled. "It was shot off." You said, the two boys were shocked. You were a transfer here from americas military. Even at your age, 17. You were sent to watch over trades and such... You got into a big deal and some guy pulled out a rifle and pew pew arm was on the ground. The hell was very rememberable. Brunos eyes were wide. "How about you?" You asked, he chuckled. "Got into a accidentle street fight." he said sheepishly, it was a lie, but it didn't matter.

"Miss how long have you been in here?" Mista asked, you thought... "A few months... It feels like years though..." You spoke sadly. The two looked at each other. "Would you maybe like to go to a carnival?" Bruno asked, you perked up at the idea. "Id love too! But..." You looked at your arm. "We have a person who could help you get out." Mista spoke with a smile. You chuckled. "alright, im y/n by the way." You spoke softly. "Mista." The boy smiled, bruno the same. "Buccellati. Now... Mista call her." Bruno said as mista pulled out a phone. Bruno turend to you. "Your fine with walking yes?" He asked, you nodded. You were happy to get out. The doctor came in and closed your curtain. The two listened in. "Miss l/n... We have finished your arm, but.. We think your a bit imagining things. The little figure you see may just be the blood loss.." He continued on the arm...
You saw the little figure. It was a femine body with a Cloak, it had checkered designs on it, the head was a joker hat that you see on a joker card. Bruno and mista saw it. The doctor left, you opened the curtain with the stand. It scared the boys. "So you see it too?" You asked. The boys were shocked. they brought out their stands. You awed at mistas.
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Later that evening, you fell out of the window, the floor stretchy. You stood up in a hostipal gown. Trish cringed. "Here, go change." She said handing you a bag. You nodded. Putting on the girly outfit... You sighed. The light jeans were tight, and so was the flowery top. You looked at the shoes, Heels. 'No. Bare foot...' you held the bag and left with trish. You both sat in the car in silence. You moved your mechanical arm. It was.... Amazing. You kinda adored it.

Getting out and walking into a house, you saw Bruno and mista, with a group of people. You smiled at them, mista waved, "alright, giorno I wanted to introduce this girl... We met her in the hospital." Bruno said seriously. Giorno watched as you sat next tl mista on the couch. You were physically uncomfortable. The clothes were really tight. But you didn't complain. "Y/n can you roll up your sleeve?" Bruno asked you, you nodded, everyone looked at you. Your metal arm made them gasp. "Beautiful isnt she..." You said proudly. "And now your stand." He said, you did, out came the being. They nodded. "Alright... So whats its abilities?" Giorno asked. You shrugged. "I dont know, just got it once I woke up a Month after i got my arm blown off." You said looking at it. The group nodded. everyone indroduced themselves. Fugo yelling at narancia, abbacchio listing to music, mista and giorno talking. You turend to bruno. "So... Im taking it your all in the mafia." You asked bruno, he nodded. "Yep. and that man there, giorno. Is the boss." He spoke proudly. Hes like a mother.
"Id love to be apart of this... But god I'd basically be life in prison..." You said sadly. Bruno raised a brow. "You see... I'm a transfer military from america..." You spoke, Bruno hummed. "well... Who said they had to know. But its up to you truly. But i found you for a reason." he spoke with a small smile. You raised a brow. "You seemed to have that look of boredom... Your not telling the whole story, so i wanted you to come to the carnival." He said happily, he was on point with your leading.

You smiled. "Thanks that means alot. I haven't really met anyone since I got here a year ago." You said slowly, he listened on how you lived in America. You wanted to be on the front lines to just end it quicker, you had nothing to do so... You did that. But here you are stationed in Italy.
Bruno was glad he invited you. This could be a good thing. After a few hours of talking and whatnot. Giorno saw your strength and intellect, and said you can join anytime. You took that to heart from the head of the mafia. Leaving to your home, you rip off the clothes. You let out a big breath. "Ahahahaha sweats and shirt." You spread out on the couch, turning on the TV. It was weird, having the metal arm. You fangilred over it for a good hour or so.

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Hearing a knock at your door, you see its mista. Opening It, you smiled. "Hey y/n ready to go?" He asked you nodded. You had on sweats and a shirt similar to mistas, not the design but the shape?
He smiled as you both drove to the carnival. There was Farris wheel, you can see the marry-go-round, the smell of hotdogs and food hit you hard. Walking in, you saw the group, you smiled getting there.

The night was awesome. You felt happy for once. Getting face paints with narancia and Fugo... playing darts with abbacchio, you and Trish bought a lot of charms. Mista and you had a waffle eating contest, and you got to take many pictures with giorno and Bruno. All in all it was a good time. You wish it didn't have to end.... This part is what you didn't wanna talk about. Once you herd of the arm surgery you were happy. But it was only able to keep you alive for certain amount of months. And its on its last week. You sat down with Bruno, gio, and mista. You smiled but you felt your life drain away slowly. Giorno definitely noticed. "Y/n... Are you dying?" He asked catching the twos attention. You nodded. Telling them about the last week. you were fine with this, it was amazing to have such fun with people you become friends with so quickly. Something you never had and always wanted. Slowly very slowly everything was becoming fuzzy. "Y/n!!" Mista said worridly, giorno touched your wrist, "its a slow and dying pulse..." he said watching the color drain from your eyes.

Bruno watched, remembering his dad... "Giorno can you do anything?" He asked, giorno shook his head no. "The damage is already done..." giorno spoke with a shadow over his face. For the week you known them you had fun, helping narancia  with math and Fugo, abbacchio and you sharing common music interests... Mista and you becomeing Gordon Ramsey, giorno and you figuring out your stand, along with Bruno. You smiled. "This means everything... Ya know... I never had friends till now... I was always home schooled, and sheltered from the outside till now..." you said happyily. Looking up, you smile at all of them. "Y/n! Please stay with us!" mista yelled, but you closed your eyes, giorno looked down, "she's gone..."

The three sat there. All quiet....
At the funeral, there was a military group there. narancia cried, hard.
The sun shone brightly, making everything seem brighter around the grave. Bruno sat a white rose on your grave. All saying prayers. Then a man spoke. "Y/n l/n was a strong woman. She sacrificed herself in order to save her compards who were with her in action. May she sleep peacefully." He spoke in a loud voice. Once everyone left, mista and bruno stayed after. "She was strong.." Bruno spoke with a soft voice. Mista nodded. "at least she won't be bored and lonely in heaven." mista said. The two nodded walking off back to the group.

watching them from the clouds celebrating around a table, it was mistas birthday, you held up your little wine glass in cheers. You always kept an eye on the group, wishing them luck.

"They felt like home, the one I never had."