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“You’re staring.”
“Shut up, Mista. No, I’m not.” He had been staring but Mista didn’t need to know that. The look on the gunslinger’s face told Fugo that yeah, Mista knew the truth. “Weren’t you supposed to be escorting some important guests?”
“Yep. They’re all settled in at their hotel. They apparently both drank on the flight over and were very handsy.”
“With each other?”
“Yeah. With me too though. Don’t tell Giorno.”
“Don’t tell me what?”
Mista jumped, a slight screeching sound of surprise coming from his mouth before he could stop it. “Gio! Hello!”
Giorno frowned. “Hi. Don’t tell me what?” He repeated.
“That I have a surprise for you. It’s a new restaurant. Hungry?”
Giorno knew Mista was lying through his teeth but nodded. “Sounds good.”
Mista held his arm out for Giorno, before looking behind him. “Fugo? Sheila E? Wanna come with?”
“Sure.” Sheila E replied from right behind Fugo, making him almost jump as well. Fugo turned his head to look at Sheila E, who tilted her head at him. “Something wrong?”
Fugo shook his head. How was he supposed to tell her he’d been staring at her like a lovesick fool when he’d only realized a couple of days ago just how in love he was with her? “Let’s eat.”
Apparently, she didn’t like his answer because she frowned at him but nodded, as the two of them followed the others to eat.
“Something about those two is setting my radar off.” Sheila E murmured to Fugo a couple of days later as they followed Giorno and the VIPs around Giorno’s garden. Mista was leaning against one of the balconies of the second floor, vigilant as ever.
Fugo trusted Sheila E’s gut more than anything. Not to mention he’d had his own mixed feelings about their guests. Something didn’t add up with them. “Like what?”
“Not sure. Something about his scent doesn’t sit right with me. He sweats a lot, nervous sweat, and I worry he’s planning something we’re not privy too.”
“Then we’ll just have to keep a closer eye on them, and question them thoroughly if need be, won’t we?”
Sheila E looked at Fugo, and smiled. “I like the way you think Panna.” The way she said his nickname (The one only she used) always did funny things to Fugo’s stomach and it was silly to think of it this way, but it did feel like butterflies.
Come to find out, that yeah, their guests weren’t exactly good people, and things ended in an interrogation. Fugo had always been prone to violence but it didn’t mean that he thrived on it. Causing violence for a purpose though? That was fine with him. When he stepped out of the soundproofed room, Sheila E behind him, Giorno held out a handkerchief.
“What did you find out?”
Fugo handed Sheila E the handkerchief first so she could wipe her knuckles free of blood. “Your assumptions were right. They were trying to be chummy with you to distract you of the drug trade route they were planning under your nose.”
Giorno sighed, disgusted. “Useless, useless, useless. Why do people constantly undermine us?”
“Because we’re hot as hell and look incapable of wielding the power we have.” Mista said, wrapping his arm around Giorno’s shoulder.
“Mista. Any luck?”
“Of course. Went back to the private airstrip they used and took care of the pilot after finding out he was working with them.”
“Good. No loose ends to tie up then.”
“You knew about this all along, didn’t you?” Fugo asked Giorno, blinking in surprise as Sheila E lifted his hand to wipe his hand clean.
“What?” She asked at his look. “You weren’t doing it.”
“Ah, thank you.” He murmured, cheeks threatening to color.
Mista gave Giorno a grin, wanting to poke fun at Fugo’s embarrassment, but not wishing for death yet.
Giorno rolled his eyes but smiled, before speaking up again. “I had my suspicions, yes Fugo. They had a cousin who worked for the previous Passione and I assumed they were after some kind of revenge. Thank you all for your hard work. I also made dinner if you’re interested in having it together.”
“Hell yeah.” Mista said, before he thought better of it. “Uh, actually, I think I need a quick shower first. I smell like gun smoke.”
“You usually do.” Giorno pointed out before leaning into whisper. “But I’ve never minded how you smell.”
Mista shivered before clearing his throat. “Think dinner can wait for a few minutes?”
“I’ll keep it warm, yes.”
“Cool. See you both in a few.” Mista told Fugo and Sheila E.
“Mista, there’s three of us—” Giorno’s eyes widened as Mista grabbed his hand, dragging him along.
“Those two, I swear.” Fugo muttered.
“We could save water and time by showering together.” Sheila E suggested with a soft smile. Fugo swallowed hard. It was only recently that their relationship had become intimate and it was still a wonderful surprise that they had this together.
“That’s a very valid point.” Fugo agreed and the two headed for their shared area of the large mansion.
After dinner, Giorno and Sheila E leaned against the balcony discussing a new idea he wanted to implement while Mista and Fugo drank wine, sitting comfortably on a patio couch together. “Listen Fugo, Giorno is superior to all of us for a few reasons.” Mista mumbled, close to being drunk now. “He’s hot as fuck, seriously, his body is illegal. And I get to touch it. Did you know that?”
“Yes, obviously.” Fugo rolled his eyes, not quite as drunk, but getting there.
“I have mentioned it before, huh? It just surprises me still, that he picked me, when he could have had anyone. That he chose me to be his boyfriend. Isn’t that crazy?”
Fugo looked over at Sheila E, wondering along the same lines, how she had let him in, had let a relationship develop between them. It was a true miracle in his mind. “Yeah, I can get that.”
“Anyway, superiority of one Giorno Giovanna. Besides being hot as hell, he’s also smart, and a bit sassy. No one expects that of him, but I love it. And he makes me laugh. That’s always important in a relationship. And you’re not listening anymore, are you?”
Fugo snapped out of his thoughts. “I was.”
“Liar. You were looking at Sheila E again. Okay, your turn. Tell me why you adore Sheila E.”
Fugo bit his lip for a moment before stumbling over his words. “She’s perfectly imperfect. She’s beautiful, and stronger than anyone else I know. Intelligent as well, and her sense of justice is something I constantly admire. She looks at me,” Fugo paused here, amazed still. “She looks at me and she somehow finds something in me she wants? I’ll never understand what it is she sees in me but I’m grateful none the less.”
“Okay, yeah, all good points. But is she a sexy blond man with an affinity for ladybugs? I don’t think—Hck!” Mista held his hands up in surrender after Fugo grabbed him by the neck of his sweater. “I’m just teasing you! Don’t murder me.”
Fugo growled a little but released Mista. “You’re an asshole.”
Mista laughed, adjusting his sweater. “What can I say? I like riling my friends up.”
“Are you two okay?” They both looked up at Sheila E, who had a brow lifted.
“Yep. I was just talking about how hot Giorno is, and how much I love him.” Mista pointed out with a grin. “And how adorable he is when he blushes!” He added since Giorno currently had his face buried in his hands, face crimson.
“How drunk is he?” Sheila E asked Fugo.
“Uh, more than me, but still pretty aware of himself.”
“Alright, I think that’s enough fun for one evening.” Giorno reached down to help Mista up. Mista grinned wider, wrapping his arm around Giorno’s waist, leaning in closer.
“Taking me to bed, handsome?”
“We’ll see you two tomorrow.” Giorno mumbled, fighting off another blush, as he walked off with Mista.
Sheila E sat next to Fugo. “You don’t normally drink unless something is wrong. Is everything okay?”
“I’ve had a drink or two when celebrating as well.”
“Fugo.”
Fugo sighed, running a hand over his face, before looking into Sheila E’s eyes. “I’m in love with you. And it’s a surprising feeling because I have really only known anger and disappointment in my life. This love thing is new for me.”
She stared at him for a few seconds, making him worry that maybe confessing wasn’t a good idea after all. But then she smiled, a smile that was reserved just for him, before she leaned in to kiss him, soft and sweet. “I love you most. Thank you for choosing me.”
“What? No. It’s the other way around.”
“I distinctly remember you asking me out first when I turned eighteen.”
“Yeah, but you said yes, so you chose me.”
“Whatever you say Mr. Logic. Let’s go to bed. Do you need me to carry you?”
Fugo was going to tell her that he could walk himself. He wasn’t that drunk after all. But now he was on a high of knowing she loved him back. So, you know what? Why not? “Sure.”
The fact that he indulged her made her laugh as she picked him up and headed for their shared living space.