" ": You talking
' ': You thinking
* *: Narrator/Voice-off
Your POV:
Civilians: How are you, Bucciarati ? Hey, Bucciarati ! Lunch ?
Old woman: Bucciarati... Bucciarati, can we talk ? What is the world coming to... ? This woman here is my friend, and she has a bit of a problem... Her son's beating her...
Bucciarati: I see... That's a serious situation. I'll talk to him and make him see sense... What's his name ?
Old woman: He also had drugs.
Old woman: I've been living here for 50 years. But recently, something's been making me feel uneasy... I'm afraid ! What's going on ? Who's been selling people those things ? It's not anyone from your group, right ... ? You'll protect us won't you, Bucciarati ? You're on our side, aren't you... ?
Bruno: ... Yes... I'll do something... I'll find a way...
???: This is information that I pretty much just heard, but... A bunch of operatives started saying, that Polpo "Committed suicide" !
???: Hey, keep your eyes on the road !
Zucchero: It's fine. "Suicide" ? That fatass ?
???: I'm telling you to keep your eyes on the road ! Polpo, maybe he started getting depressed about his weight, or felt lonely in prison or whatever. Anyways, apparently he turned out to be a pansy bastard. Soooo, he popped one of his guns in his mouth, and BANG !
Zucchero: You sure it was "suicide" ? Someone didn't do him in ?
???: Yeah, it was "suicide".. The autopsy, or rather, the "experts", know when something's a suicide or a murder, apparently. But,more importantly... You heard the rumors about Polpo's treasure yet ?
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Vento del Destino (Male reader x Golden wind)
FanfictionA sleeping slave, that makes fate waver.