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Fugo laid on Trish’s arms, someone who he thought wouldn’t be there with him. Let alone in his final moments. His body felt limp, his senses were dulled, and his vision was fading. He was unaware of his own tears coming out of his eyes mixing with the crimson of his blood.
However, he could feel the heat radiating off of Trish. It brought a soothing, grim comfort to him as he faded from this world. At least if he died he’ll die in the arms of someone he loved.
Next to them laid Purple Haze, a hole drilled through it’s stomach, yet no form of blood spewed out. He mentally smiled at the stand he once hated but grew to love, and in turn loved him back. The darkest manifestation of his soul, the part he hated the most about him. The part that made him contemplate whether it was worth waking up in the morning.
Ironic how when he grows to love every part of him it ends with sorrow like always. Not sorrow for him, no not at all. He could barely make out the shapes and colors of different objects. But sorrow for those he knew and cared for, however small.
His thoughts went first to Mista, the friend he’s known the longest now. If he was being honest, he wasn't quite fond of the gunslinger when they first met. He thought of the older teen as an annoyance, a liability with how carefree he could get. And how goddamned annoying his fucking stand could get. Save for Number 5, the bullet was the best of the bunch.
Over the course of a few weeks he grew fond of the gunslinger, except when Narancia was around. He cringed at the thought. They were unbearable whenever they were together.
Which brought him to another thought.
Narancia.
How he missed the older, feminine boy. He remembered the first day he met him, by the alley way plagued with a disease bound to kill him. How his face lit up whenever Bruno offered to treat him so long as he went home. His small pout whenever they rejected him joining. And his face of shock whenever Fugo showed him Purple Haze before budging and convincing Bruno to letting him take Polpo’s test.
On the inside part of him deeply regretted it, the other part wanted it. Wanted a companion again in the hell he was in. And even when Narancia offered to be his he threw him into the street, literally.
Fugo winced as he felt something in his gut shift, he nearly forgot that he has a hole going through his stomach. Maybe part of his intestines fell out onto Trish’s lap, or maybe some other organ. He couldn’t think straight.
He could faintly feel her finger going through his hair, she didn’t know how to confront someone who was dying, and he didn’t blame her.
He could hear footsteps echoing through the walls of the colosseum, he heard people shouting, two people to be exact. He guessed it was Mista and Giorno, no one else would be able to get here as fast as them.
However it was too late from him, he swore he saw himself laying limp in Trish’s arms.
He swore that he saw himself seeing Narancia, Bruno, and Abbacchio. Joining them in the skies of golden, purple clouds.
He swore he saw sorrow plastered on all of their faces, save for Narancia who looked somewhat happy to see him.
Until he felt a jolt of pain, like everything in his body was being rearranged.
He felt himself starting to fall, he reached out to the three but they started fading. He yelled, and yelled, and yelled, until he awoke.
“Daddy why are you breathing heavily?” A soft feminine voice said. He jumped up at hearing it, but relaxed upon remembering where he was at.
He was home, he was in a place sacred to him, to the rest of his family.
“Nothing dear” He said ruffling the girls hair.
She was 8, and she took more after him than her mom. She inherited his purple eyes, blonde hair, and some of his temper when he was younger. God help him whenever she grows into a teen. She was wearing her trademark purple checkered onesie courtesy of Giorno’s personal tailors making her look like a miniature Purple Haze
A young boy around the same age came from the door adjacent to them. He was slightly shorter than the girl, but Fugo knew that wouldn’t be the case for him, or at least he thinks. He doesn’t mind whether who’s taller or not, they’re still his precious flesh and blood.
He took after his mom more. Natural, even though it shouldn’t be, pink hair, and green eyes. His eyes took more after Diavolo’s, a vague reminder that even outside of the life of the mafia his ghost still haunts them.
They never bothered telling them where their grandparents are, not that they ever asked.
Trish’s parents are both dead, and Fugo’s probably forgot all about him. However they do have Uncle Mista, Giorno, Murolo, and Aunt Sheila. Oh and who could forget Polnareff the magic talking turtle.
He chucked a little at Polnareff. For a man being trapped in a turtle he sure had a lot of energy and wisdom.
On the topic of supernatural things they haven’t shown any signs that they have stands, or at least none that Fugo could see. But if they did develop a stand hopefully it wasn’t like Purple Haze.
Speaking of wh-
He was cut off by the feeling of something shifting near the left side of his body.
“Sleep well Pannacotta?” He heard an all too familiar voice say.
“Yeah…” He said trying not to cause Trish to worry, which obviously didn’t work.
“What did you dream about?” She said sitting up straight to meet his gaze. This was a regular occurrence. Fugo would have a nightmare or a dream that hit him at home, and Trish would turn into his therapist for the day.
“You remember what happened at the colosseum 11 years ago right?” He whispered out as if he said it any louder something will find him. Trish remembered everything like the back of her hand.
Flashbacks of holding Fugo while he slowly faded away, from him telling her that he loved her, to barely making out the silhouette of Giorno, Mista, Murolo, and Sheila E. through tear filled eyes, to being told by Giorno that Fugo was still alive.
“I just wondered… what would’ve happened if Giorno didn’t make in time, what would’ve happened if I wasn’t there to help you…”
“Pannacotta” She started putting an arm around him which prompted to lean into her touch.
“What happened happened Pannacotta, there’s nothing that could’ve changed it. Maybe we were fated to meet for a third time, and maybe we were fated to meet at the colosseum. And even though I wish nothing but a life in hell for that man, he helped us realize things that we suppressed for a long time. It helped us both grow as people learning to spend the best of our time with the people we loved and cherished. We wouldn’t have Victoria or Noel without ever meeting at the colosseum. Take the holes in your old clothes for example. You said that whenever you killed someone with Purple Haze you would make a hole in your clothes to remind you of the regret you felt when they turned into a pulp. This is like that. The more you think about ‘what if’ scenarios, the more it's going to come and bite your dick off”
Fugo looked at her with stoic eyes. Which to anyone would mean everything she just said didn;t hit him, but it was the opposite. She knew on the inside Fugo was processing everything she just said.
He blinked and a single tear fell from both of his eyes,”I nev-”
He was interrupted by Trish pressing her lips against his, a jolt of electricity passed through both of their bodies. Fugo pulled away first blushing.
“Better?” Trish asked.
Fugo nodded,”Mom, dad?” They heard Victoria call out
“Yes sweetie?” Fugo asked turning his attention to his daughter,”Me and Noel found theses pictures of weird people” She said as her and Noel wiggled their way in between Trish and Fugo.
Fugo looked at the photo that Noel had,”Oh these are pictures of me and your mother with our old friends”
He pointed at the figure to the very left,”That’s Uncle Mista when he was younger” He moved to the blonde on the right,”That’s me when I was younger.” He moved to the shorter raven haired boy next to him,”That’s my best friend Narancia” He moved onto taller raven haired man,”That’s the man who raised me Bruno” He pointed to the tallest of the bunch,”That’s Abbaccio” He pointed to the golden haired boy in the middle,”That’s uncle Giorno and next to him is your mother.”
“Wow you look like kids” His kids said in unison
“What happened to those three?” Noel asked.
“They…” Fugo looked at Trish who looked just as dumbfounded as him,”They’re on a secret mission to save the world.”
The kids eyes lit up like they’ve never seen before,”So you’re friends with superheroes?”
“Yes, they’re the best heroes we know” Trish interjected
Fugo glanced at his watch, it read 7:30 PM,”Well thats enough of that why don’t we watch a movie?” He said picking up the controller and flipping it to Netflix.
“Can we make popcorn and slushies?” Victoria perked up.
“Sure, strawberry or raspberry?”
“Strawberry!” Victoria yelled
“Raspberry!” Noel yelled
Fugo got up to go to the kitchen and the kids followed suite.
Trish smiled and looked out the window.
She couldn’t help but wonder what her life without Fugo would be.
Nah, it’s better to not think about it.
I’m happy with what we have and I’m sure he is to, we wouldn’t want it any other way.
“I love you Pannacotta Fugo” She said in a whisper, ”I love you too Trish Fugo Una”
She jumped up at Fugo’s sudden intrusion,”Stop doing that where you show up out of nowhere” She said throwing a pillow at Fugo who took it to the face.
“You know you love it” He teased, Trish pouted and nodded.
“Oh, and I wouldn’t want it any other way either”