Pannacotta Fugo x Reader One-shots

[11] house of memories, part 2.

"We'll be back tonight," Was the last thing Bucciarati said before he leaves the house with Abbacchio, Giorno, and Mista early in the morning.

They went to the last place where you've been attacked to investigate it again with Moody Blues. Though the stand user must be dead and the stand that attacked you vanished, they had to know it all again. So you have been told to stay at home with Narancia and Fugo as your guards. 

After you cried last night you fainted in Fugo's arms. You still remember very well how Purple Haze sounded like. Thinking about it again made your heart throb. 

And Fugo still refused to answer your question as to why he was crying in his heart.

"You see, you're really close with Fugo," Narancia explained before he took a bite of his pancakes, "The closest! We thought both of you are dating. None of you admits it to us yet though."

Fugo is doing chores so you can rest and now you can chat freely with Narancia. You find him to be comfortable to talk to. He's super honest in his own way.

"We are?" 

The thought of you dating him sounds funny to you right now. But you can feel your cheeks getting hotter by it.

"As I said, we don't know yet. Are you going to finish yours? Can I have it? I'm starving," Narancia glanced at your plate, one pancake left.

You slide the plate, "Sure, help yourself."

"Yeay, thank you, [y/n],"

Narancia gladly took your pancake. He cut it into two and ate it just like that. Mouth full of pancake.

"You had your share, don't take hers," 

Fugo scolded as he hit Narancia's head with his fist. He proceeds to take a seat between you and him.

After gulping Narancia glared at Fugo, "[y/n] said I can take hers!"

"I'm not that hungry," You told Fugo, "Let him eat."

A heavy sigh escaped Fugo's lips, "You always spoiled him."

"Really? I don't change much then," Your question was genuine, but the last statement you said it as if you're talking to yourself.

"Oh, right," You clapped, "I remember everyone's stand now but I still don't remember mine. What kind is it?"

"It is a long-range type of stand. Your stand ability is not to fight but to read all the probability in anything you want. Like you can predict what is enemy going to do based on the highest probability. It will give you cards of all the probability written on it."

Fugo explained calmly, he then excuses himself to make tea.

"You want more, right?" He pointed at your empty cup. I know you love tea.

"Yes, I would love to," You smiled.

"Your stand is crazily cool!" Narancia who just gulped his last piece of pancake yelling, "The name is House of Memories! You saved us many times!"

"That is a long name," You admits, giggling because of it.

"Why don't you try to call it now?" Narancia's eyes sparkled. 

You hesitated a little. Though it's your own stand you can't remember anything about it just like you forgot the team. Hell, you even forgot your own name.

"Why don't you drink first?" Fugo snapped you out of your thought as he replaced the cup in front of you with a new one. The tea smells really fragrant.

"Thank you, Fugo," 

You took a sip of the warm tea. Fugo did the same as he sits back to his seat.

"Okay, I'll call my stand," announced you to the nervous males. Though you are as nervous as them. 

Especially, Fugo, you notice how he clenched his palms together again.

"House of Memories!"

There are sounds of cards rubbing against each other. It could be your imagination but you did hear that. 

Beside you appeared a stand shaped small house, like a wall-clock with bird coming out of it, but with a door on it. The door opened and sent out a card to your hand.

Narancia knows 87%
Narancia doesn't know 13%

"What is written on it?" Narancia leaned over, "It has my name!"

"Yeah," You respond confusion, "Fugo do you know what does this means?"

Fugo put his hand to cover his mouth. He seemed unsure of what to tell to the two of you. 

Still, he can't lie to you.

"I know," Fugo leaned back, slumping a little on his seat, "But I can't tell both of you yet."

"Eh, why? You hiding something!" Narancia pointed at Fugo, "Spit it out!"

"I can't, it's a secret between [y/n] and me,"

"Oh?" Narancia narrowing his eyes suspiciously.

The card disappeared from your hand. 

"Too bad I still can't remember it," You said weakly, it's somewhere between sad and feeling sorry.

Another card coming out of your stand.

Restoring memory successes 100%
Restoring memory failed 0%

"Look at this," You laid out the card on the table, "It said I can restore my memories?"

"Ooh!" Narancia stood up, hands on the table, "Isn't it good news?"

"Tell us, House of Memories!" 

It was Fugo. He suddenly being impatient. Fugo felt like a burst of emotion going to explode inside him. 

Another card comes out. Fugo caught it mid-air.

House of Memories 2%
Purple Haze 40%
Aerosmith 17%
Sticky Fingers 12%
Sex Pistols 15%
Moody Blues 8%
Gold Experience 6%

"Rather than probability," You leaned closer to Fugo, "This looks like a percentage list.. of something."

"I don't understand," commented Narancia, "Anyway, I'll go call Bucciarati!" 

Narancia dashed to search for his phone.

"What do you think?" 

Fugo kept looking at the card for a while. He tried to understand what the meaning of the card. As you said, it is a list of some sort. His life and your life depend on it.

"Purple Haze's percentage is really high," Now that you pay attention to it you realize that Fugo has the highest percentage while Giorno being the lowest.

"It's because Giorno just joined us last month," Fugo murmured, he now gotten the answer.

"Really? Wait, no, so, what does it mean?" Your face turned to Fugo again. 

Fugo turned to you, he grabs your upper arms, "Stand is a manifestation of one soul, right? Basically, we can think of our stand as our soul. Which in every soul, there will be memories too. We can bring your memories back by giving you part of our memories about you!"

"Is that why I can somehow hear everyone's stand?" 

Fugo nodded confidently. 

You can feel something is fluttering in your chest. Like a butterfly. The thought of getting your memories back absolutely excites you. You finally can remember them again.

"I'm glad," You rest your head on his chest, "I don't want to see everyone's sad face again. And I hope Purple Haze can finally stop crying. It broke my heart."

Fugo stars caressing your hair. 

And I hope you can finally come back to me. 

It broke my heart.