【Fated Journey】 Vento Aureo x Reader

Chapter 6: Polpo

Walking down the corridor, you looked around at the scenery. Stone heads lined the top of the cold walls. A light at the end of the long hallway signified that you were nearing Polpos cell, as much as you didn't want to see him it was crucial to your plan, no matter how gross and awful he may be.

Giorno placed the lighter in the opening of the cell. You bent down and placed your hand in your sock, straightening your back you put a similar lighter beside the one the blonde had placed. He gave you a glance from the side, you smirked and gave him a wink before walking up to the glass. How you managed to get a fake? It was a strange process but it worked nonetheless.

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☆Yesterday, after Giorno had left☆

Sitting on a bench, you wondered how you were going to be able to join Passione without having to sneak your way in. It would be much more easier but there was a chance you'd come off more as an enemy then a friend, and that was not a risk you wanted to take. Betraying mother Bruno would hurt you too much. 

You leaned over and placed your elbows on your thighs while your head rested in your palms. This was all so stressful, thinking of ways to join some fictional gang was extremely frustrating. Well it's not really fictional anymore, is it? Everything was real, the people, the buildings, the smells, the pain. But you've already established that this was indeed your knew reality, now all you had to focus on was who lived in this reality. Bucciarati and the others were your top priority now, changing their fates is by far the most important thing you could do. Oh god what about La Squadra? Should you also save them? It's all so overwhelming! However you shouldn't worry about all of that stuff yet, you had to think about how in the hell you would manage to join Passione without getting caught.

Your thoughts were interrupted by a sudden tap on your shoulder, you lifted your head from your hands and looked over to see who had touched you. Your eyes widened and you nearly fell off of the bench you were sitting on. There it was, the same yellow humanoid that had made itself known earlier today during the fight against Black Sabbath. Only this time you got a chance to have a better look at it. It had the physique of a muscular male, it's skin was colored with yellow on one half while the other was black, and throughout the half-toned skin it was riddled with vibrant blue lines that looked exactly like lightning strikes. On its head looked to be a metal Mohawk, and on its lower half it wore a white loincloth that was clipped on with a golden medallion. Truly a sight to behold, he reminded you of the Greek God Zeus.

"W-who are you?" you shakily stuttered, you hastily backed up in your seat until you hit the edge.

The half-toned figure walked up to you slowly as it raised its finger and pointed at you and then itself. Its face showing no emotion except a stoic expression as it watched over your quivering frame.

"M-me?" you asked, you thought over its movements and actions making yourself feel stupid as you realized what it was trying to say. "Are you my..stand?" 

It closed its eyes and slowly nodded its head. So this was your stand.

"Wow...so I do have a stand," you airily chuckled, this was so cool, never in a million years did you see yourself actually obtaining a stand of your own! Well you have but that was only in your dreams. "So, what can you do? Like what's your ability?" you asked in anticipation, you scooted your way closer to your stand and sat at the edge of your seat, this really was exciting.

It looked around idly for a couple seconds till it noticed a tall light post that was next to where you were relaxing. Walking over to the metal pole, it balled its hand into a fist as electricity surged and coiled around its tightly closed fist, raising his powered hand in the air it swiftly made contact with the lamp post causing a loud crash as it fell onto the concrete sidewalk, the light flickering away.