Hayloft

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Young lovers and they are not sleeping

Young lovers in the hay loft

With his gun turned on Pop went a-creeping

Out to the barn out to the hay loft


"Fugo..!", Giorno gapes at the hole-clothed boy who entered his office, awfully shocked. "I.. didn't know you wanted to come here."

Fugo wipes a small drop of sweat off his forehead. The long walk and the boiling heat made him tired. "Of course. I haven't seen you in a while." He walks over and gently kisses the boss's hand. "It's a pleasure." The blonde nods, flattered. "I didn't expect you to be so affectionate, Fugo. Your personality has changed quite a bit."

His personality didn't change at all. He just wanted to be respectful towards the new boss.

His...

"friend."

"What did you want to come here for?", Giorno asks, putting his elbow on the velvet chair's arm and resting his head on his hand. Fugo sighs quietly while eyeing Mista, who was in the corner pretending not to stare, but the orange-blonde teen could tell he was watching. "First of all, I just wanted to see how you were doing."

"I'm doing okay, although it's been a bit stressful."

"I see."

Fugo begins to fiddle with a hole in his shirt. "I know Narancia's alive. I know it." His breath begins to quicken, anxiety rising from his feet. "Is he?"  Fugo's fiddling gets worse and worse. He felt like he could die at any moment.

"Fugo, you seem worried," Mista says, walking to Fugo and putting his hand on the boy's shoulder. "What's wrong, mm?" The gross stench from Mista disgusted Fugo, making his anxiety worse.

The teen smacks Mista's hand off his shoulder. "Boss, I've been wanting to ask you this question ever since I left Passione."

"What is it, Fugo?", The blonde asks, seeming interested. "Also, you can call me Giorno." He uncrosses his slim legs and sits upright.

Fugo inhales deeply and exhales calmly.

"Where's Narancia? Is he doing okay?"

It was silent.

Both Mista and Giorno looked at each other, cold sweat beginning to form on their skin. Giorno nods, signaling that he'll tell Fugo what happened.

He stands up from his chair and suddenly hugs Fugo.

"What are you doing, Gior-"

"He's free, Fugo."

"What?"

"He's gone."

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