Anger Management [Meloghia]

Chapter 23: Coordination

Fugo awoke confused and didn't know where he was. As he sat up and looked around he recognized that he was in Ghiaccio's room. How did I get here? He thought hard trying to recall. He'd been at the party, he'd gotten pissed at Giorno, and then...oh god, Illuso was there! He'd fucked that up pretty bad. He remembered talking to Ghiaccio when all that happened but then....he couldn't piece anything together. Then it hit him. Melone was there too. He felt a chill go through his spine as he remembered hands on him. He stood up and walked towards the door. He opened it up and stepped out into the hall. He heard the TV downstairs and approached the railing. He saw Melone curled up on Ghiaccio and he couldn't be sure but he thought they were holding hands.

He didn't want to go downstairs. Ghiaccio appeared to be solving his confusion over Melone and he really didn't want to interrupt that. However, Fugo was starving. He suddenly recalled the uneaten toast of this morning. Shit. He hadn't eaten anything yet today. He couldn't just hide up here either and creep, so he decided to make a decent amount of noise on the stairs so they would notice him coming. The two separated as he guessed they would and Melone left the room, but before he left he spoke to Fugo.

"Glad you're feeling better," Melone said and smiled sheepishly at him. Fugo turned and watched him leave. Then he turned back and walked over to the couch. He sat down next to Ghiaccio who spread his arms on the back of the cushions.

"Sorry about that. He didn't have to leave," Fugo said.

"He figured we wanted to talk." Ghiaccio looked at him. "You feeling better now?"

"I feel sore."

"Yeah, well. Not surprised, between me, Risotto, Narancia, Mista, and Giorno, I think any stand user would be tired."

"Wait, what the fuck did I do?" Fugo turned to fully face him.

"You really don't remember anything? Shit, maybe it's better that way."

"Ghiaccio, what did I do?!" Fugo insisted.

"You attacked Melone with Purple Haze," Ghiaccio said looking at the screen. Fugo stared at him. "In your defense though, Melone has no fucking boundaries. He learned his lesson."

"Ghiaccio...I'm sorry. I-I..." Fugo stuttered.

"I know about your professor. It was in the papers a while ago. I recently put two and two together and figured out you were the kid when you told me about it while high." Ghiaccio looked at him. "Besides, Melone shouldn't assume that everyone's cool with being touched. Trust me, he's never been good at that."

"That doesn't make me feel any better."

"Well, you shouldn't feel bad about it. I'm surprised no one's beat his ass for it sooner." Ghiaccio shrugged.

"What about the mixer?" Fugo asked, dreading the answer.

"They had to evacuate the building. They didn't postpone it since it was 'too important' for the Boss to miss," Ghiaccio explained. Fugo just threw his head back into the sofa and stared at the ceiling.

"I'm so fucked."

"Well, you didn't kill anyone. Giorno healed Melone. Narancia and I held you at bay until all the bulbs broke. Giorno did the real beatdown, that might be why you're sore," Ghiaccio snickered.

"Why are you so chill about this? I almost killed Melone!" Fugo looked over at Ghiaccio.

"You didn't though. Also, you weren't in control, if you were, you'd never have done that," Ghiaccio said, and he folded his arms over his chest. How did Ghiaccio know what Fugo would or wouldn't do?