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‘’ talk to me … Lu ?”
Illuso couldn’t hear anything, all he did was watch as Prosciutto laid unconscious on that now bloody couch, his chest slowly going up and down… he was breathing… but would he ever wake up ? He felt shivers down his spine….
‘’ Illuso !”
he blinked, and looked to his left
Formaggio was looking at him, he looked sweaty and pale, and … worried ?
“what ?” Illuso softly spoke
“He’s gonna be okay do you hear ? he’s gonna wake up soon okay ?”
“how… how do you know that ?”
“c’mon. You know him, he’s a strong guy ! he’s gonna wake up soon and tell us to stop whining like lil brats”
Illuso “ what if he doesn’t ? what if… what if I betrayed him for nothing… what if he lost just because of me !?”
Formaggio looked behind himself as Pesci sat, quietly crying to himself, he shrugged “I’m… I’m sure that’s not the case Lu… you did it to save us both, he would have killed us both…”
Illuso felt his eyes burn, god, he hated to cry. But it was so easy for him to do just that when feeling like this… he felt powerless, he hated feeling like this…
then he heard a chair shift next to him, rough loud shift, it hurt his hears
he looked at Form, now closer to him “c’mon, don’t cry… we’ve had enough of Pesci doing that already… “ he said softly
Lu “I’m not fucking crying okay ?” he said, tears threatening to fall from his eyes, god this was humiliating.
Form poked his shoulder with his head “Lulu c’mon… let’s just… talk about something else okay ?”
Lu “like what ? how they’re gonna kill us all once their mission is done ?”
From “mh, no, not that, how about … how did they get you ? I bet you fought like a champion, go on, show off “
Lu “I … “ he could make up a super epic story … he could … but that would be a lie … he looked away “They ….m…trip on…ke…”
Form tilted his head “Mh ? what was that ?”
Lu “ I said…. they …m…me trip… ke “
Formaggio was even more confused “I didn’t get that whole part”
Illuso rolled his eyes “ they made me trip on a fucking snake ! I tripped and the fucking thing interwined tying my feet. Then Leone jumped on me and fucking blocked me. okay ?”
Formaggio stared at him, then a sly smile appeared on his lips, that turned into a choked laugh “ I’m- shit. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t laugh” he kept laughing at his misery.
Illuso just blushed and looked away, trying hard not to think about how pretty Formaggio looked smiling… he reminded himself to push those feelings down, it just wasn’t gonna happen so why make himself suffer ?
They send a last look to their partner, unconscious on that green couch… little did they know a certain gunman had been curiously staring at them for quite a long time.
the Purple haired man arrived at the still train, just 20 minutes too late, right after the disaster had happened… there was blood near the train tracks but no body… he paled, picking up his phone and dialed one of the first numbers on his dial list…
“Ghia…”
“UHm ? what is it Melone ?”
“I… I haven’t found them… their bodies aren’t here… what could they ever want to do with dead bodies ?”
“...” Ghiaccio kept quiet… this was the worst possible outcome… all his comrades vanished just like that ? Did Bucciarati’s team posses a stand user capable of getting rid of bodies just like that ?
“Maybe … maybe they just ran away ? Uh Ghia ? maybe t-they’re still alive … maybe-”
“don’t be a fool, Melone ! If any of them were alive they would have at least called Risotto to let him know. No… they’re … they’re gone Melone … what do you see ?”
Melone walked near the train trucks, there had certainly been a fight that was for sure… and by the amount of blood, a pretty gruesome one too… but there was a puddle of blood a lil far away from that bigger one… could it be ?
“Ghiaccio i think i found Bucciarati’s blood!” Melone sounded happy, even if in his voice you could still hear fear
“that’s amazing ! Good Job Melone, now you can use your stand to track Bucciarati and his scum bag squad !”
Melone kneeled down to gather some of the blood sample, a smile creeping on his face “ Yes, we can avenge them all, now we- …what the…” Melone kneeled down to his feet … was that a …
“What is it ? Melone ?!”
“Ghia there’s a strange turtle in the grass with a key on it’s back… I’ll just look at it a lil closer and then-” as he reached to the turtle in pure curiosity, he found his body getting dragged who knows where, he felt like he was falling, his stomach getting on his throat and felt like puking.
He barely stood, phone still in hand.
…
he looked around
slowly put his phone near his ear
“Uhm…Ghia… I think I’m fucked—---” before he could finish the line was cut off and he was attacked by the people inside the turtle, the last thing Ghiaccio heard were shoutings
“MELONE ?! MELONE WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED !?”
Melone looked around, sitting on the floor, hands and legs tied up… this is certainly not how he likes to be tied up… still he was pretty excited, not for the bondage but cuz his friends were all here, and alive !
He had a stupid smile on his face as he looked at Illuso, his friend ! God he was gonna miss this motherfucker, he already did and it had been just one day !
still he looked around… Formaggio is there… Pesci is there… “UHm. ShitSquad to Melone, where is Prosciutto ?”
Formaggio paled and just looked ahead, pointing at the couch, where laid a body covered in a blanket…
“wh..what the… he’s… he-”
he felt that sensation again, the pure fear in his bones that his friends might have died…
Leone got up in front of him and scoffed “ He’s not dead. the bastard just got a fever from the severed limbs… I think he might have an infection going through.”
Melone tried to get up immediately, but fell on his chin “P-please free me !”
Leone took a step back “ as if, why should we ?”
Bruno lift his chin up from his magazine to listen
“I’m a doctor, i can- I can make antibiotics, I-”
Bruno got up to listen closer “You can…make them ? how ?”
Illuso rose up “ Yes… yes ! you genius ! He can, I know he can ! “
Melone “ I just need something alive and- and I can turn it into anything ! A chair, a table, and medicine, just, you have to trust me, I-”
Leone “ why should we trust you ? weren’t you planning a way to get rid of us just before stepping in the turtle like a total moron ?”
“I’ll.. I’m just trying to save a life here ! Are you freaking monsters !?”
Leone wasn’t gonna have this, being called a monster by a freaking assassin !?
He was ready to kick him back into his place when Bruno stopped him and put a hand on his chest.
“tell us about the guy you were talking to, is he another stand user ?”
“uh ? Gh-Ghiaccio, yes obviously !We all are !”
Illuso shushed him “shut up idiot !”
Melone “what ? Like it’s a secret.”
Bruno took a step ahead “ and what is his stand ?”
Melone kept looking at the unconscious body of Prosicutto, slowly breathing up and down “ and why should I tell you ?”
Bruno picked his chin up to look at him and kneeled down “Because. As you can see, we do not mean to kill you or any of the members of your squadra. This is more of a …collaboration you might say, you tell us about his stand so we can defeat him without risking killing him in the process, you save your friend’s life.”
Melone started chuckling, then laughing “ You think…You can defeat Ghiaccio !?” He laughed more hysterically “sure I can tell you what’s his stand, not like it would change anything. You won’t be able to defeat him.” he smiled
Guido pointed his gun at him “ then tell us already will you ?!”
“his name is Ghiaccio… take a wild guess…”
Bruno “Ice… his stand is Ice ? “
Guido “why name yourself after your stand ? that totally gives it away, that’s stupid!”
Melone rolled his eyes “ I don’t know okay ? Maybe Risotto was sure Ghiaccio wouldn’t need to hide his stand powers for he was so powerful ? CAN I FREAKING GO HELP MY FRIEND NOW !?” Melone shouted
Bruno untied his feet and hands
“if you try attacking us we’ll be forced to-”
Melone got up and immediately walked to Prosciutto
“Yeah Yeah whatever. shut up. Uhm.I’m gonna need something alive…. something…”
Giorno stepped next to him and, grabbing a piece of paper, made a flower
“Here”
Melone stared at it “you… make life ? that’s… incredible” he took the flower from his hand impressed, but he could praise the boy later, now he had to help his friend.
He uncovered him and what he found was horrifying… “his harm and… his leg… they’re…”
“yes. He… he got stuck in between the train wheels , they got cut off on impact” Bruno explained, now feeling a lil guilty
Melone rolled his eyes “ It’s-
whatever. Better than being dead. now…” He took a syringe out of his pocket, who brings those around just like that !? And injected Prosciutto with the strongest antibiotics he could formulate.
In just half an hour his fever seemed to go down and everyone on the team seemed to breath again, especially Pesci who couldn’t stop crying.
As Guido set them on a random truck to get to Venezia in time, Bruno had tied him back up.
He sat on the floor again, still thinking about that kid’s stand… he can turn things to living, breathing beings … where is the limit for that power ?
He looked as the kid walked closer, kneeling in front of him
“Your stand kid, it’s… revolutionary”
Giorno “your stand seems quite useful as well, such a shame we never got to see it in action”
Melone chuckles “what ? that lil thing ? that’s not even my main power… but that’s not what i wanted to discuss. What’s your name, kid ?”
Giorno waited a few seconds before answering “ …Giorno”
“Giorno, you think …you’d be able to make my friend there his leg and arm back ?”
Giorno blinked … “I… I never…”
Melone “ But you could, right ? think about it, it’s like cloning missing organs or that experiment with the rat with a ear on its back, it should be pretty easy !”
Giorno looked at his own hands … if he could do that than things could be so much easier during combat…
“I can try”
Melone smiled, and a single, stupid sentence came from his mouth
“Di molto!”
Ghiaccio stared at his phone… the last words he heard from Melone echoing in his mind… did … did they get him too without even giving him a chance to fight ?
He felt rage as tears started falling from his cheeks
no.. no no NO NO NO !
he punched the inside of his car with all the rage he could muster.
They… they’ll pay for this ! They’re all gonna die !