Pannacotta Fugo x Reader One-shots

[62] obsession, part 2.

I forgot to ask how is everyone doing yesterday so.. how are you doing today?
Now that I think about it, 'obsession, part 1' has been full of nonsense.
So I add more nonsense because, ..why not?
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"Where do I start?" Fugo sat on the sidewalk while Mista's leaning on the flickering light pole. The cold air brushing their faces only adds suspense. 

"From the very beginning.., that day."

Fugo kept his hands clasped between his knees. "That day," he began, eyes fixed on the empty skies. "There was nothing left of me but a hollow body. They didn't chase me, they won't bother to pry. For days as  I can remember."

"You weren't their priority at all, huh?"

"Yes. So, I decided to run away from them. It surprisingly wasn't that hard, maybe because they had no time. I play piano for a living."

Mista barked, hands untied from his chest, "I never know you can play piano?!"

"None of you did," Fugo admitted, "she knows."

"I guess we're never as close as I thought and not as special as her," Mista mumbled as he crossed his arms again. Defensively protecting himself from the madness.

"You guys never asked. I'm sure even you still have one thing you didn't tell me yet."

"I don't!"

"Are you sure?" Fugo glanced at Mista and the gunslinger fell silent. "What is it?"

"Nothing," Mista replied, quietly, shivering as he sat down beside Fugo. "Maybe you're right. And it frightens me how you two are look alike. Is that how to be a couple?"

"How?"

"You had the same smile as her. It's scary how you two parted yet walk in the same direction." Mista hugged his knees, burying his face away. Guido Mista who was once the goofiest man is now only a scared boy. "I don't want to walk over there."

It was quiet for a while, a minute, as long as a summer day. Fugo can finally catch up on what Mista means. It did surprise him, but also no at the same time. 

"What?" Mista turned around when Fugo patted his shoulder for a while.

"You don't have to," Fugo convinced, "you're an amazing person, Mista. I'm sure Giorno too. It's just us being weird and I don't blame her."

"Why would you want to die?"

"Do you want a secret to answer it?" Fugo took a deep breath when Mista nodded. This was supposed to be his secret with you. Yet nothing can be kept hidden forever. "We were never in love or so we thought until now."

"Huh?" Mista gasped, dumbfounded by Fugo's smirk. "But-Wait, you two were a perfect couple? You two looked so in love? What kind of joke is this?"

"Is that how everyone thinks of us? I'm pleased," Fugo laughed, "we weren't sure, Mista. We couldn't tell which one is love, which one is pity, and which one is obsession. We just know we had a rough past understand each other well, thus we had compassion for each other. We took too much of each other and here we are separated because we couldn't handle it anymore. She was a coward who left me alone and I love her for it."

"This is too much," Mista sighed, he held his head, pained. "You two are too much. This is crazy, Fugo. We can still fix this. You have to meet her."

"I'm afraid I can't. Our story has ended long ago."

"No! I'm sure there's something-"

"She's not a birthday cake to make me happy. She's a person of her own who I adore."

"I can't understand if you still love her or not!"

"I do, Mista, I do. I think about her every day, there was never a single day or time I spend without thinking about her. Sometimes I could still hear her telling me everything would be alright, and the warmth she left when she hugs me."

"And why can't you two just go back together?!" Mista stood up, furious, panting. "I can't stand this anymore! You were always smart but I guess you're nothing now."

"She wants the same thing as me and I have no reason to stop her or held myself back," Fugo chuckled, standing to match his eyes with Mista. "I won't do the mission, Mista."

"No, this is an order." Mista took out his gun and pointing it straight at Fugo's head. He adjusted the rhythm of breath yet failed as he realizes his trembling aim. "You'll do as what I say, Fugo. Don't make me do it."

"What are you trying to do now is my wish, literally speaking," Fugo shrugged without any worry on his face. It would be really nice if Mista pulls the trigger and let him die because he always missed when doing it himself. "We, me and her, simply going back to our old self. There's no way out from here. This time, everything won't be the same."

"I won't hesitate," Mista gulped, narrowing his vision nearly blur from tears. He was never a patient person, he's not as patient as Giorno. So he thought, this is it. "You're asking for it."

"Yes," Fugo smiled, "I'm done for."

"Yes, why, thank you, finally," you smiled with tears streaming down without you knowing it. Giorno and Mista were beside your bed, anxious and nervous. "If that's okay with you two, I'll gladly go in your hands, Gio."

"You two are weird."

"Thank you, Guido. I'll give him a good scold up there."

Mista scoffed, "So it was only an unhealthy obsession."

"It probably is."

Giorno cleared his throat as he's calling his stand to come forth. "I'm sorry I've been keeping you alive for my own ego."

"It's alright. Please live a long happy life, Giorno, Guido."

Giorno and Mista stood still as the sunset almost disappear behind their back. Two graves before them, cold and serene. They didn't ask for this to happen, such cruel fate of losing many. 

"Tell me, Giorno," Mista asked quietly, hoarse and dry. "Was their story about love or obsession?"

"I believe it's love." Giorno had his hand on Mista's shoulder. "but they're broken."

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If you were to answer Mista's question, what would your answer be?