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Part 3 of Crack Aureo
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Gang Bang

Summary:

Trish Una is a super cool fifteen-year-old who sadly lost her mother a few weeks ago and found out she's a mafia princess and is about to meet her mysterious father, the Don Boss. On this journey, she meets six beautiful boys with different personalities and oh, seriously, this is the plot, for goodness sake-

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Disclaimer: the name is a pun, there's no... gangbang here.

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It was awful to sleep on the couch inside the turtle, but when you're a teenager, you sleep anywhere.

 

Trish Una woke up every hour because she was still terrified of sleeping near a gang of criminals, marginal delinquents.

 

Not that there could be gangs inside the mafia with another profile of people, but still.

 

She was almost asleep again when a thought, almost like a voice inside her head, whispered: test them. They may be good people. Maybe they are just following orders. Or maybe they are ready to throw you in the trash can. Test them out.

 

"Must... Test... Them...", Trish drowsily spoke to herself, and lazily got up.

 

Narancia, sleeping next to her, woke up and promptly picked up the knife he leaves under the pillow. "Ah, it's you. What do you want?"

 

"If I wasn't Boss's daughter, would you cut me with that knife?"

 

"Oh? Well, maybe, I think. You know, it's important to defend yourself these days. You should carry a knife with you too, look, they're small and nimble."

 

"Yeah, just like you."

 

Narancia was not offended because he was a little sleepy. Fugo, on the other hand, had already grunted twice at the evening conversation and decided to punch the back of the couch. "Go to sleep!"

 

"Go sleep you! I just woke up because Trish woke me up!"

 

"You two will sleep then. Besides, we shouldn't talk to her."

 

"That's so silly, folks", Mista crawled over to the couch - he was sleeping in the armchair on the other side, where Buccellati was sitting, all crooked.

 

"Go to sleep, Mista."

 

"I can't, I had such a good dream. I dreamed I was marrying a very hot blonde nurse."

 

"Ew", Trish did. Mista was stinky and so straight-coded, Trish couldn't sympathize.

 

"Ew", Fugo did. Mista was romantic and very bisexual, Fugo couldn't sympathize.

 

"Ew," Narancia did. Mista liked blondes. Then Narancia thought for a moment, maybe blondes were nice too, but he couldn't think much about nurses.

 

Mista didn't "ew" because he would be the fourth to do it and that would be bad luck.

 

Trish thought for a moment and decided to test Mista. "Do you like blondes only or do you like redheads too?"

 

"Actually I like brunettes the most. I don't know why I had this dream. Maybe it's my destiny."

 

Fugo got angry. "You're unlikely to marry a blonde nurse."

 

Narancia added, "It's hard for a nurse to be interested in you, bro, but we're friends and I'm here to give you moral support."

 

 

Trish added, "You're hardly going to get married."

 

Mista was visibly shaken by that statement. "Well, at least I'll enjoy the single life forever."

 

Fugo nodded: "Alone forever, just like a loser."

 

Narancia considered in silence for a while and then commented, "This is kind of biased with aromantics."

 

The other three said "Aaah..." and nodded. Fugo fell into the fallacy for two seconds - Mista wasn't aromantic and although Narancia was right, he was wrong. So Fugo decided to go to sleep in the closet.

 

Giorno was on the scene but no one had paid attention yet, because in general Giorno was a supporting character. "I think this is possible, contact us to follow our dreams. Mine, for example, is to marry all Italy."

 

Trish was furious at Giorno's polygamous dream. "You can't love an entire country, literally."

 

 

Giorno replied, "Yes, I can." And they believed it. Giorno could.

 

 

Narancia applauded, "Then we won't be single forever! But, wait, I don't want to get married anytime soon."

 

 

Mista agreed, "I still want to wait."

 

 

Giorno smiled confidently. "Soon we will have enough power for that. Anyone who is not my wife will be my husband. The state will not be able to stop me because I will be legally married to everyone. So, I will have overcome modern society and rule Italy with hands of iron, towards the glorious future. "

 

 

Trish was a little worried, "But what about the aromantics? That sounds like a romantic dictatorship."

 

 

Buccellati intervened: "Marriages do not mean strictly romantic relationships. We could all be legally married and not romantically involved with each other."

 

 

Fugo came back from the closet just to shout, "This is against Italian law!"

 

 

Abbacchio's face came up on the roof of the tortoise and commented gravely: "Fuck the law. And shut up, otherwise, the bus passengers will listen to you. It's been hard to convince the tour company to let me in with the tortoise. "

 

Mista was slightly interested in the situation. "In that case, could we also be in a polyamorous relationship without being legally married?"

 

Buccellati nodded.

 

Trish was alarmed. "But I'm only fifteen and I don't feel prepared for such a responsibility ..."

 

Giorno put a hand on the girl's shoulder and smiled. "I'm fifteen too. It'll be fine because everything is going according to plan and I'm finally starting my harem."

 

Narancia raised his hand to ask the word, "So, are we all dating you now, Giorno?"

 

"No, Narancia," Fugo intervened, "We're all dating each other. We're just not legally married."

 

"Wrong", Buccellati held up an index finger. "We are six men and one woman, in this case, we are all boyfriends among us but belonging to Trish's harem."

 

"Oh, that makes sense", Mista and the Sex Pistols started.

 

"Well, I allow it to be Trish's harem", Giorno retorted, then murmured, "...but I will take control of this harem."

 

"Oh right, it's a pleasure to be dating all the idiots", Abbacchio whispered through the roof of Coco Jumbo.

 

"I'm so happy", Mista concluded.

 

"Me too", Trish added. She smiled because now she had six boyfriends and a mysterious father. And a turtle.

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