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Guido Mista was a.. Unique young man.. Yes, that's how you could describe him. To many, he seemed like any other regular 18-year-old, but he had his secrets (as did everyone else, of course). For starters, he was a mafioso, working for the team Bucciarati under the Capo Polpo. However, he had no ill intent. If anything, he wanted a better world.
Ever since he was 13, he'd lived on his own in his little carefree world. Sure, he spent most nights on the streets with little food and struggled to get by most days without having to resort to more brutal tactics, but Mista was determined to see the bright side of things. He'd seen it all whilst living in poverty; drugs, murder, prostitution, rape, gangs, robbery, assault. Yet, of course, he was still the one to see the bright side in everything.. Everything aside from the number 4. Fuck the number 4.
Other than seeing some rather disturbing things in the years he lived alone in the streets of Italy, Mista adored the same things as every other teenager did. He would often find himself sitting atop buildings or cliffs and watching the sunrise and sunset alone, the gentle breeze softly blowing his hair. Whenever he got any money, it usually went towards food, but there had been times when he simply couldn't resist going to the theatre to watch Pretty Woman for the thousandth time (But hey who can blame the poor lad, it's a great movie and Julia Roberts was undeniably stunning).
His life seemed to go on pretty well up until he reached 17. Things just seemed to spiral out of control one night and before he knew what was going on he had the blood of three men on his hands and was faced with a 30-year prison sentence. He couldn't do 30 years in jail! He couldn't spend his youth locked up in a cell! As much as he pleaded innocent and that it was all in self-defence, it was all in vain.
Though, he somehow managed to grab the attention of someone very powerful within this particular city and everything was set straight again- Bruno Bucciarati. Bucciarati ran one of the local gangs of Mafia members, and was finding new recruits. With rumours spreading of the sharpshooting teenaged boy in jail, Bucciarati couldn't help himself and simply had to take a look for himself. Surely enough, who he found had everything a mafioso in his team needed- good, strong morals, hope, loyalty, and of course his incredible aim with that trusty six shooter of his. Only five days after being shut in jail, Mista had been bailed out and recruited after passing the lighter test placed by the Capo and gaining his stand, Sex Pistols.
Anyways, anyways, let's forget about the past, I know you're all here for the actual cute shit.
Mista had been a proud and loyal member of team Bucciarati for over a year now, and along the way they had found 4 recruits in total; Leone Abbacchio, Pannacotta Fugo, Narancia Girgha, and Mista himself. But today they might have finally found a fifth member!
The small group, excluding Bruno, all gathered around a table together in a hushed café. Abbacchio was being his usual moody self, Mista was reading a women's magazine, and Fugo was tutoring Narancia and helping him with some basic maths.. But that didn't seem to be going all too well, and before you could say 'tetraphobia', the smaller boy was threatening Fugo with a knife and Fugo was stabbing a fork into the dark haired boy's face.
Mista gave a dissatisfied grunt as four slices of strawberry cake were brought up to the table of a silver platter. Four slices! Not three, not five, but four! How inconsiderate! Didn't they know that choosing one from four was just such awfully bad luck! The tall young man stood up from his seat, dropping his magazine onto the table as he began to rant on and on about why the number four was such an awful number and the story of a young boy in his neighbourhood when he was a child that had his eye scratched out all thanks to the number four. Abbacchio simply paid no attention and continued to take a slice for himself and the two others were busy screaming at eachother because poor, poor Narancia couldn't figure out what 5 × 6 was.
However, he was interrupted mid-speech when Bucciarati made his return, along with a mysterious blonde stranger. Mista immediately sat himself back down and leaned in towards Abbacchio, taking a look at the possible member, "So this is him, eh? Well, I gotta say, he doesn't look half bad!" he whispered with a chuckle. The silver haired man beside him seemed rather displeased by this young boy, however, and made a grim face as he placed down his cake, eyes narrowed and glaring furiously at him.
"Everybody, I'd like you to meet Giorno Giovanna, out latest recruit- Narancia, Fugo, will you two just calm down and shut up for two minutes!" Bucciarati hadn't even been back for thirty seconds and he was already reprimanding the two younger members of the group with a harsh snap.. Abbacchio merely rolled his eyes, planning on how to put off this 'Giorno' fool from joining. Mista on the other hand had his eyes completely fixed on him, wide and filled with admiration and awe. He was fucking gorgeous. He had perfect golden blonde hair, styled with three curls at the front- yes, three, he had to be lucky- and the back of his hair was plaited and looped around at the end.
Bucciarati was about to take a seat when he was suddenly called out by someone reporting an issue needing to be sorted out relating to the mafia in some way. Of course, the mature young man wasn't about to deny such a request, so he politely excused himself from the group, "I'll be back soon. Abbacchio, you're in charge. Give Giovanna here a warm welcome, or else."
"No, I'm coming with you," Abbacchio was quick to his feet, taking a few strides across towards Bucciarati. Knowing that there was likely no way to force the former police officer turned mafioso to just stay put for five minutes, Bucciarati simply allowed him to follow.
"Okay. Mista, you're in charge instead... If I get back and there is any evidence of any fights breaking out between you two, you know what'll happen," he hissed, shooting a harsh warning glare towards Fugo and Narancia. The two simply nodded, appearing rather frightened by the vague yet oddly disturbing threat.
With that, both Bucciarati and Abbacchio left the room and headed out, leaving Mista, Narancia and Fugo to get introduced to Giovanna- wait, no, it was just Mista. The two younger team members were already making up and making out on one of the sofas. Jesus christ, that shouldn't have been legal.. The smaller one with short dark hair pushed back by an outrageously bright orange headband looked like a fourteen year old and the other boy with silver hair and holes everywhere on his clothes looked like he was twenty (when in fact it was quite the opposite, Narancia was 17 whilst Fugo was only 16)!
Mista sighed and shook his head as he looked towards the table. Giovanna only laughed as the two finally separated, both looking bright red and flushed. "Sorry abort that, Narancia here just can't do maths for the life of him.. I needed to apologise for stabbing him with a fork after he got a question wrong, I'm sure you can understand. I'll just leave you and Mista to chat," the taller one hummed blankly, standing up and dragging the shorter boy with him. Giovanna only nodded as they both quickly rushed off together, leaving only two in the room at last.
"So, Mista, was it?"
"Oh, uh, yeah. So you're Giovanna?"
"Yes, but Please, call me Giorno, there's no need for such formalities."
"Alright, well, it's wonderful to meet you, Giorno! Call me Guido in that case if you'd like then. Sorry about everyone.. They're a bit.. Lovey-dovey with eachother.. And Abbacchio hates everyone that isn't Bucciarati, so forgive him," Mista laughed to himself and gave a half-hearted thumbs up as Giovanna wandered over to take a seat beside him.
He was about to speak again, however he didn't get the chance as before he could even open his mouth a small golden bug-like creature appeared on his shoulder. He hurried to shoo it away, however it clearly wasn't taking any of it and instead made its way to the blonde teenager opposite him. Mista quite obviously seemed rather impatient with the small creature, beckoning it back towards him. It still didn't listen. "Number 7, get back here, I never said you could come out! I am so sorry, Giorno, my stands are insufferable little pricks at times! They don't listen!"
The small golden stand only stubbornly stuck his tongue out and stuck to Giorno's side. The blonde didn't seem all too bothered by it, though, and instead reached up with a gentle smile, stroking the top of the stand's head. "It's no problem, really. You don't have to apologise, stands have minds of their own, you can't control them all of the time."
"You have the same issue with your stand too then?"
"On occasion. If Golden Experience sees something it likes, it often clings to it and won't return when told," then, as if on cue, the humanoid stand appeared beside Giorno. Its eyes were fixed intently on Mista, cold and empty with little to no expression on its metallic face. If anything, it was slightly disturbing...
At first, even Giorno seemed rather caught off guard, his lips parting for a brief moment as he froze and stared for a second of so at the stand. "Golden Experience, return at once-"
It didn't listen. In fact, it only ignored Giorno more than it already had and reached towards the table. It grabbed onto the candle from the center of the table and used its ability to turn it into a rose. Mista was stunned. Giorno was stunned. Mista's pistols were all stunned, gathered around his shoulders and looking on in awe. It held out its hand, shoving the flower towards the gunslinger and forcing him to take it into his hands. "Cu.. Cute..." The words were slightly broken and difficult to make out, almost unintelligible, but Mista could faintly make out what it was trying to say.
A gentle pink crept onto Mista's cheeks as he took the rose with a laugh, Giorno glaring daggers at his own stand. "I apologise, Guido! As I just said, my stand can have a mind of its own, it's rather infuriating at times! Please just ignore it!" Giorno panicked and went to grab a hold of Golden Experience to yank him back and away from Mista, however he stopped when he felt a few small pecks to his cheeks. His hand immediately went to brush whatever it was away from his cheeks, but he quickly realised that it wasn't even on his face that the sensation was coming from- it was coming from his stand.
Hovering around Golden EXP's face were 6 smaller stands, the Sex Pistols belonging to Mista. They were all peppering the larger stand in kisses, the feeling of it going right to Giorno himself. Everything just seemed to stop right at that very moment, both stand users now staring at eachother, bright red and eyes wide in pure embarrassment.
"I am so, so unbelievably sorry about them..."
"And I am so sorry about Golden Experience..."