Pannacotta Fugo x Reader One-shots

[10] house of memories, part 1.

"Um, who are you guys?"

As you clench your hand on the chest you asked lowly to the six men in front of you. You just waked up in a bedroom you don't know. And these men were rushing you with questions such as if you're feeling okay or anywhere hurt. 

The expression they had after you asked was hurtful even for you to say. They went glared at you in disbelief. Some then turn to really miserable expressions. It confused you even more.

You didn't know them. Sure, you didn't find them threatening at all. 

"Do I.., know all of you?"

You changed the question but their reaction didn't get any better.

"Do you remember who you are?" A man with a white suit, you can see he tried to hide his sadness.

"I am," You were confident to answer, weirdly the thing won't come out, "I am.., I, I don't know. I can't remember."

"This is must be the true power of the last stand we fought," The Long silver-haired man spoke this time, he is really tall, "[y/n] was the last one who fought it."

"Damn it," The boy with an orange bandana cursed, "Giorno, can't you fix her?"

"Yeah, Giorno! You can do something with Gold Experience, right? Heal her!" Man with weird hat also exclaimed, but you see the shiny blond shook his head.

"Gold Experience only can change part of physical form," Giorno, as they called him so, answered quietly, "I can heal amnesia."

Were these men your friends? You began to thought to yourself. They seemed to be really close with you. They kept clattering among themselves. Lots of cursing. 

Then it hits you. You turned your face to the right, seeing a man with eyes as beautiful as purple amethyst been staring at you. His gaze was hollow, full of sorrow, his hands clapped together. You can see distress in him. Somehow he made your chest ached.

"Are you okay?" You managed to ask him, softly whispering. He is not okay obviously but you just had to ask him. 

There was sign of surprise in his eyes. The man tried to smile at you, desperately. 

"I don't know,"

It was the truth. 

He didn't know how to respond to this situation. Should he be angry? But at who? Should he be happy that you're still healthy? Should he cry right now? None of the above. He just went silent not knowing what to do. Just looking at you in instant despair.

"How should I react to that?" Escaped your mouth.

"I don't know,"

His eyes won't stop looking at yours. You find him very familiar. As if you're going to lost in his gaze. As if he's been with you your whole life.

After hours of explanation by Bruno, you came to an understatement of what has happened. You are part of their team that working for one of the biggest mafias in Italy. There is something called Stand which is a manifestation  of one soul. You've been attacked by one apparently.

"What does a stand look like?" 

The seven of you are now sitting in the common room by the couch. You sit alone in the one-person sofa. Pannacotta, Narancia, and Leone sit on the couch on your left. While Bruno, Guido, and Giorno on the left couch.

Somehow you can remember their name quickly.

"This is my stand, Sticky Fingers,"

Something comes out of Bruno's body, some kind of humanoid creature that now floating around between you and him.

You can't take your eyes out of it. And Sticky Fingers seemed to be looking at you too. You recognize it more than Bruno himself.

"Bucciarati," You spoke without you realizing it, "Bucciarati!"

All of them start to bombed you with questions.

"[y/n], you remembered?" Narancia yelled the loudest with sparks in his eyes. 

Then you came to your senses, "Oh, that, I'm not sure. I just can remember how I usually call Bruno. Oh, um, I mean, Bucciarati."

"This is good news!" Bucciarati seemed delighted.

"Maybe we can show her our stand," Giorno suggested.

All of them began to show their stand which you recognize immediately. Just like how you feel with Sticky Fingers. And you can only remember how you usually called them. As if the stand itself telling you. 

Even Sex Pistols said it.

"This is Mista! Both of you like the cake from that restaurant!" Number Five told you.

"Oh, restaurant.., we usually went to?"

"Yes! Yes!" Sex Pistols chanted.

You nodded. You can imagine some sort of restaurant in your mind. The circle table, cake, tea, and books.

Books?

Immediately you turned to Pannacotta who is the only one who hasn't show you his stand. 

"Do you like books?"

The sudden specific question caught him off guard.

"Ye-yeah, I like reading books," With you. He stuttered.

"Hm-mm," You nodded, so it was him. 

"Can you show me your stand, Pannacotta?"

Pannacotta answered immediately, "No, it's too dangerous. I can't control it. I'm sorry. Not in this state."

His voice sounds stern in the beginning but slowly becomes lower. He seemed anxious. But you can hear him calling you.

"His stand is Purple Haze. It's a strong stand with deadly viruses but hard to handle," explained Bucciarati.

"I just want to see it," You back to Pannacotta, "Please? Only for a second. I need to remember about you too."

Pannacotta hesitated for a while. 

He wants you to remember him again more than the others did. 

"I thought so too, show her," Bucciarati ordered.

Pannacotta called its name with a muffled voice.

"Purple Haze,"

A purple humanoid comes out of Pannacotta. Its build is bigger than the rest, very muscular. Its lips stitched but the poor stand keeps gritting his teeth. The helmet reminds you of ancient Roman helmet.

Tears running down your cheeks. You can't take your eyes off its weary gaze. You can hear it. You can hear Purple Haze clearly.

"Why are you crying?" Your voice cracked but you don't care about it, "Why are you crying, Purple Haze?"

"[y/n], why are you crying? What do you mean?" Pannacotta took your hand, placing them gently between his palms. 

"Purple Haze is crying!" You exclaimed, almost yelling, "Why is Purple Haze crying so heartbreakingly? Are you crying too, Fugo?"

You grabbed his suit, made him closer to you. Next thing you know you were sobbing on his chest for quite some time. Fugo wrapped his arms around you quietly.

"I'm sorry," Was all he said.