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April 6, 2004
Two years after Diavolo’s defeat, and two years after Narancia’s, Bruno’s, and Abbachio’s death.
Trish arrived at the Colosseum, it was the afternoon and from what she remembers is that Giorno has the places where his team died closed to the public until the end of the day.
She stopped in her tracks to take in the scenery of the brick structure in front of it. It looked surreal, it looked beautiful. If only she could admire the architecture without getting reminded of the horrors that took place here.
Nonetheless she had a promise to uphold, on the anniversaries of their death she would come back to them, and thank them for everything they’ve done. She knew deep down inside that they deserved more than a thank you, but that was all she could give them.
She started walking towards the main entrance of the Colosseum, she remembers being here for the first time as a child on a school trip; the faces of the innocents were stained by what she’s seen, and she thought that no matter how much she tried she’ll never be able to look at anyone again without thinking,’What did I cause’
She stopped by a tree that she remembered well enough. It was a few minutes before his death, on the bark they engraved “Gangstars”, a remembrance of the Giorno’s golden dreams that they were fighting for.
Giorno, he helped her grow from a selfish girl to one willing to risk tooth and nail to save Italy from the disease that was her father.
She smiled slightly at the thought of the golden boy and what he managed to turn the criminal organization into. Sure it was utter chaos at first because the drug trade was their main source of income, but with his Golden Experience he switched all of their poppy and cannabis farms into ones that produce vegetables and fruits. The teams were confused at first thinking of their boss as a mockery, until Giorno reasoned that by changing their main source of income not only can they sell without risk of police intervention, but they can mass produce more and more to generate more money than with drugs.
Of course there was still the local dealers that sold out of the ordinary things like crystal meth, gasoline, paint, you name it. You never knew to what extent people will go to just to feel the pleasure of being high.
She removed herself from the tree and continued towards the entrance, constantly glancing up at the windows in the third level of the Colosseum.
Polnareff, that magnificent French bastard. She didn’t really have much to say about him, he was like Giorno in a way. The same aura of justice radiating out of both of them was extraordinarily. Something Polnareff might of inherited from a previous experience, and something Giorno inherited from his blue haired father.(Let’s just keep it as Giorno knows that Dio and Jonathan are his biological fathers)
But now he’s living the rest of his days inside a damned turtle, which is not exactly the life of luxury one wishes for but one that he seems to enjoy.
Trish smiles again, even though he died and managed to hang onto life by the strand of a hair he made the most out of it. From what she remembers his wisdom and experience made him Giorno's consigliere. And god be damned did he give some good ass advice when asked for.
She neared the entrance of the Colosseum and pulled a bouquet that was a mixture of alstroemerias and tea roses.
She walked towards the fence where Narancia was impaled, only to find a teen standing there before her.
‘I-it couldn’t be!’ She thought to herself, ’GioGio said he wasn’t able to find him’
The teen standing before her was one who she barely remembers, but remembers enough of.
Pannacotta Fugo, the one who left his team— no, his actions were justified at the time. If she was in his position she probably would’ve done the same thing.
She wasn’t sure whether to approach the teen or not, she couldn’t make out his facial expressions as his back was turned to her.
She took notice that his pants and coats didn’t have any holes in them, something that she found weird.
Anyhow the teen— no Fugo, he was someone who also risked his life for her. From dealing with Illuso and helping them by assassinating most of the agents sent after them during that week.
She approached Fugo, or rather the iron fence in the pillars. Fugo perked up at the sound of footsteps and turned his attention towards said footsteps.
He stepped back slightly surprised at the pinkettes presence,”... Trish…” he whispered.
She looked up at the still bewildered blonde and gave him a small smile,”It’s been a while Fugo”
There was a silence between them as Fugo thought of a way to respond, but his mind went blank as he stared slightly dumbfounded at Trish. “Don’t worry Fugo, I’m not here to be a burden to you. I’m here to pay my respects to Narancia” Fugo’s face cringed at his previous partners name was muttered.
Fugo looked back at the iron fence, and Trish took it as a cue to leave the flowers at the base of the brick foundation.
As she got closer to Fugo she felt a wave of uneasiness, but was quickly pulled away by the sight of a few lit candles and a few pages of photos.
“Before we met” Fugo started,”Before I met you again after all these years…” he paused. Trish felt a wave of guilt, ’he’s talking about me, he’s going to blame everything that happened on me… but he has every right to’ She thought
“Before we met Giorno, Abbacchio, Mista… before we were even classified as a squad, Narancia would always come late at night and tell me things… things that I didn’t know how to handle” He paused and moved from the small altar allowing Trish to put the bouquet down.
“He used to tell me how much I meant to him, how much I helped him grow. I always took it as him being stupid and sleep deprivation making him think these things but I was wrong” He kneeled down and picked up one page and pointed at a photo,”This was his 16th birthday, the night after that he told me he felt something towards me that he didn’t feel to anyone else” Fugo turned to face Trish who was staring at him intently.
If he was being honest with himself he guessed that she’ll be gone by now, which wouldn’t be that far from the truth as she still had mixed feelings about him.
“He told me that he loved me” Fugo paused seeming to kick himself mentally,”And I threw him out of the room like he was just a piece of trash” The was no emotion in his voice, however, she could see the tears forming around his eyes.
Trish was at a loss for what to say, mainly because she didn’t know is he still had his violent temper. But 3 years have passed since she last saw him.
“... Fugo…” He winced at his name and looked away from Trish and started for the exit of the Colosseum. Here he was again, running away from any form of confrontation.
Trish wanted to run after him, but what could she do. She has never had a normal conversation with him, let alone be in his presence for this long.
She watched him walk away, his body has changed a lot from what she remembered. He was taller,probably around Mista’s height. And slightly more muscular than him. There were no more holes in any of his clothes, and instead of wearing suits like always he donned a purple checkered jacket with a matching shirt and pants, and his signature strawberry patterned tie. She laughed a little because he looked like the Great Value version of Willy Wonka.
However, her small moment of joy was cut short.
Many things raced through Fugo’s mind. Why’d he have to be here at the same time as her?!
He didn’t have anything against Trish but because of his absence he wasn’t there to protect any of his friends, or take their place instead.
And Trish, the girl he abandoned when she needed them the most. When she needed him the most
He was pulled out of his thoughts by the sound of a woman’s scream.
It was Trish’s scream
His mind shifted gears and his eyes turned from a dark violet to bright red as he ran back to the area of the colosseum where she was at.
He arrived at the same iron fence, except Trish wasn’t there. He stood still and held his breath trying to listen for any sounds, except there was nothing.
Fugo frantically looked around for any signs of her or whoever caused her to scream. There was no way anyone was here without them knowing, Fugo walked around the entire colosseum and Giorno even joined him for it. That was almost 15 minutes ago.
“Fuck” he yelled out. He leaned against the pillar and started hyperventilating. His anxiety started to kick his ass again, he hated being powerless in situations.
That is until he noticed something on the wall in front of them. It was distorted partially, and had little rings of energy coming out of it.
He walked towards it and reached out a hand towards it. He felt weird, as if every cell in his body was being torn apart and slowly dragged into the circle.
He pulled back at the feeling of his middle finger being twisted. He looked down at it and saw that it was being unnaturally bent, but he felt no pain. It just felt odd, like it was trying to turn him inside out.
Inside out
Inside out
Realization hit him in the face like a vampire with a steamroller
Trish wasn’t the one who disappeared, it was him. Whoever it was had a stand like Illuso, one that’s able to drag you into another world.
But does that mean that only he’s in here? If he follows the same logic only Fugo was dragged in, not Purple Haze.
He tried his best to summon Purple Haze, and he felt his stand come out but was nowhere near him
He let out a breath he didn’t even know he was holding, but instantly regretted it. He didn’t know where they were. The only reason he was able to beat Illuso was because of Giorno’s brick snake, but he wasn’t here so he can’t tell Purple Haze where to go.
Unless
No, it’s a stupid idea but it just might work.
Everything in this world is reversed, so that means that anything that comes out of here will be turned to its regular self. However, if someone’s soul is split between two worlds then he can see both of them at the same time.
He sat down by the fence where Narancia was impaled, and thought.
And thought
And thought
He thought so much that his mouth started to foam, and his once forgotten rage surged through his veins. His breathing was ragged, and his body changed. Whoever this asshole is, was going to die.
Trish’s voice was ragged, her face was full of tears and snot. Her eyes were bloodshot, and everything in her body felt numb.
“Ms.Una, you’ve caused quite the trouble for me” A cynical nearly psychotic voice said,”You just had to go and exist and ruin mine and your father's relationship, well, not that I wouldn’t have tried to off him myself.”
Trish squirmed in his grasp, for being a human he had unnatural strength and held her firm by the neck.
“Now now missus, the more your struggle the more I’ll hurt you.”
“W-what did you do him?” She asked wondering where Fugo was. She knew stand users attracted other stand users, but she couldn’t feel the presence of Fugo or Purple Haze anywhere.
“Another Dimension” The man said stoically.
“....what?”
“My stands name is Another Dimension, it does as it sounds. It sends whoever I want to another dimension. Well technically it does. It reverses everything and anything for them, takes things and turns them inside out. Wherever he’s at he won’t escape, he can find the portal I sent him through, but if he goes in without my permission it’ll tear him from the inside out.”
Trish grew confused at his explanation, and the man noticed it,”Don’t worry honey I won’t send you there. I’m sending you straight to hell!”
The man slammed her against the pillar near the fence and raised a fist with brass knuckles.”As an old acquaintance once said,”I only need one punch”
Trish braced herself to be hit, but it never came.
Slowly she opened her eyes, a metal gauntleted hand held the other man's hand. On it were 3 orange capsules.
“You… piece of shit” A low pitched voice that reminded her a lot about Fugo growled out, it made her feel safe..
“What the hell? Is this your stand you pink haired bit-“ He was cut off by another metallic fist hitting him in jaw effectively shattering it.
The man laid on the floor clutching his jaw and making sailors look like amateurs with the amount of swear words coming out of his mouth.
Purple Haze caught Trish before she fell to the ground,”Trish…” it said in a whisper.
Since when could it talk? Was this something Fugo kept from us?
She didn’t know how to feel in the arms of Purple Haze.On one hand it made her feel safe, and on the other she was unsure about it. But it had a familiar aura around it. One that she’s seen radiating out of Giorno and Bucciarati.
“You little shit, you’re fucking dead! AU!” A stand appeared by the man, and instead of it being remotely humanoid it looked like a dark void.
“Take it into the other world” The portal by the wall opened up and Purple Haze was sucked into the portal, and Fugo came out of it.
“N-NANI!”
Fugo stood up and looked at the man, his eyes were all yellow save for a white pupils. There was foam coming out of his mouth.
‘W-what the fuck is happening?’ Trish thought to herself.
Fugo slowly walked towards the man who was leaning against the wall. Bits of bone from his jaw and teeth were protruding from his skin.
Fugo’s steps were slow and ragged, he was shaking uncontrollably and he was hunched over.
Trish took notice of its movement and posture, ’I-it can’t be!’ She thought, trying to stand up, ’Fugo switched with Purple Haze. This Fugo, it’s Purple Haze. And Purple Haze is Fugo’
“Look man, just leave and you’ll leave unscathed. I just want to deal with the gi-“
“OBASHAAA”
Fugo punched the man in the stomach effectively donutting him. Or so he thought.
Blood trickled out of Fugo’s mouth, and a hole formed itself in his stomach.
In place of the man was Purple Haze, a hole formed around its stomach and reflected back onto Fugo.
“I told you, if you just left you’ll be fi- argh!”
The man fell on the floor clutching his chest,”You know…” Purple Haze started,”Your stand is a representation of your soul and who you are, it’s a part of you” He said holding the ball of nothing that started to fade.
“A bottomless void for a piece of shit like you. You might be wondering what I did. Whenever you sucked me back into the portal I grabbed your stand, and while in the other world I had it absorbs my virus capsules. However damage in both worlds are different, they don’t pass onto the other.”
“...s-o that means I haven-“
“No, you’ve lost” Fugo said.
No longer was he a drooling mess, he was now back into his own body, and Purple Haze into his. “Your stand is dead… and the virus will pass onto you since you’re both in the same world” Fugo paused falling onto the ground into a fetal position.”... Kill Purple Haze”
The stand looked at Fugo with concern and nodded, it crouched down and put its knee on the guys chest to prevent him from squirming. Not that it mattered.Fugo already knew he was just the shell of an empty man, however he needed to make sure he was dead.
Purple Haze went to barraging the man with punches until he was no longer anything but a pile of melted flesh turned into goop.
Fugo stayed laying on the ground, his wounds were fatal. He wasn’t going to live, he probably didn’t even have enough time to do what he wanted to do.
“Fugo!” Trish yelled running towards the dying teen.
She picked him up not paying attention to the hole in his stomach.His organs shifted around as she dragged him onto her lap. Bits of his intestines fell onto her exposed legs. “...Fugo..” tears started to swell in her eyes.
“Trish… I’m sorry…”
“Fugo there’s nothing to be-“
“No, I’m sorry for not going with you. I’m sorry for not getting on the boat when you needed me the most. It’s just I was so scared, I was scared of ending up like Sorbet and Gelato, I was scared that if I went I wouldn’t be able to be with you, that I’ll end up doing something stupid and hurting someone with the virus” He stared at the fence where Narancia was impaled. He could faintly see his body lying by it.
“Trish… I want you to know that I love you, I always had since we were kids. Whenever you would see me around the neighborhood brooding you were always there to make me happy, you were the fire that kept me going… And then… then that incident happened and I disappeared, and then we met when we had to protect you… and ignored you to not cause any harm to the mission”
Tears started to swell around his eyes,”And then on the boat when I abandoned you again… and now here…”
“Shh Fugo, don’t blame yourself, everything that’s happened was out of your control, even this… and I don’t blame you because of the boat, you still helped and saved us multiple times.” She paused for a moment.
“And I love you too Pannacotta Fugo”
Fugo smiled at her, he could barely make out her face through his blurred eyes.
“At least I was here for you now…”
He felt tears trickle down his cheek, but they weren’t his. He wasn’t here in this world anymore, he was now in a place where he can live without trouble, where he can watch over and guide those he knew and loved.
Giorno felt sick to his stomach, a feeling foreign to him, one that not even Golden Experience could fix. He got up from his chair and looked out the window of his balcony. Something was calling for him. The clouds were an unnatural purple and yellow, they were taking on the form of something.
No
No
“GODDAMMIT” He yelled hitting and breaking the glass of the balcony window,”No-not another”
Tears threatened to form but he managed to feebly suppress them. He jumped off the balcony and with the help of Golden Experience created vines that stretched to the Colosseum.
Mista stumbled over bricks as he ran towards the Colosseum. He caught wind of there being a disturbance there. However he was too late.
He was minutes too late.
He heard the faint sound of crying, and felt a strange gust of wind. There was something uneasy about it, like the wind wanted him to look upwards.
As he did, he stopped dead in his tracks.
Above him was the faint silhouette of the man who he had the longest friendship with.
Sheila E. stepped out of the warehouse with Murolo following suite.
“Sheila E what’s gotten into you?” The older man said with slight caution,”We’re in the mid-”
He was cut off by her pointing to the sky in the direction of the Colosseum.
“What?” He asked confused about the gesture. She didn’t respond, instead letting the feeling of dread sink into him like a dagger.
“...Fugo…”
Sheila E nodded, her face was void of emotion but the years of working with her taught him better. On the inside she was trying her hardest to not breakdown at the man who saved and raised her.
“...Lets go” Murolo said running towards his car. Sheila E slowly followed behind.
In the clouds above all of them Fugo joined the rest of his gang, Bruno, Narancia, and Abbacchio.
His body laid in the hands of the one he loved, and the one who loved him back. Around them the few he could call his friends and family ran towards the Colosseum in hopes of thinking this as some kind of illusion.
However they may try to deny it, they all knew that a member of their family was no longer here
As Pannacotta Fugo, has died