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Day 2: Ohh, you make me live ♥
Prompt: Lost in city
Narancia ran desperately through the streets of Naples. His mission? He couldn’t remember. He just knew that he had to protect the little kid he was holding in his arms. How had he gotten there? He wasn't sure. The only thing he knew was that he had to get away from that weird man with the giant haircut and the creepy smile.
Remembering his gaze sent shivers down his spine, so when he was far away and safe enough, he was finally able to catch his breath for an instant after hiding in a dark alley. This whole situation was super weird for him, and as much as he tried to remember what he should be doing, he had no idea. And although for moments the words "Bucciarati", "Mission" and "Eliminate" came to his mind, he felt really lost.
He looked at his own body and noticed that, to add more weirdness to the situation, his clothes were too big for someone his size. What did his mom think of him letting him out like that? He would ask her when he returned home, he had to see if the boy who was with him needed something. And judging by his soft whimpers, he wanted attention.
"Are you okay?" Asked the dark-haired kid while he tried to make his 4-year-old partner stop crying. He didn't want to attract the attention of that horrible man who was following them again.
"I- I want my nonna…" The little blond whimpered as he rubbed one of his fists against his eyes. "And I'm hungry."
"Sorry, I don't know how to find your nonna, but I can look for food." Narancia said as he tried to adjust that long leather shirt. "Aren’t you cold? Your clothes are all torn and full of holes.”
"I want my nonna…" The blonde cried again. Narancia could only sigh and try to think of some plan to shut him up: after all, he was the oldest of the two, and therefore it was his responsibility to watch over that child. With that train of thought was that, after an exhaustive search through the clothes they were both wearing, Narancia managed to find a couple of wallets that contained what, in his opinion, was a fortune.
"Come on kid, let's go find someone to take us to the police." Extending his small hand to the infant with a holey shirt, Narancia looked on both sides of the street to see if there were traces of the creepy man and, after verifying that they were safe, they began to walk in search of a responsible adult. "By the way, what’s your name?"
“Pannacotta Fugo…” he said shyly.
“Oh, that's a cute name! Like dessert. I like it, but not as much as pizza…” With a smile, he squeezed his little partner's hand when he saw that the traffic light allowed them to cross. "By the way, my name is Narancia."
"Like the oranges." The black-haired kid was glad that the youngest was finally beginning to unwind a little. At least he had stopped crying over his nonna, so he had to keep up those spirits until he could help him.
30 minutes had passed since they began their journey, when both children began to get tired, the clothes they wore did not help the ease of movement at all, in addition the sun that was flooding the streets that day feel like a tortue, to the point of overwhelming to the youngest of the duo who was already threatening to start crying again if they didn't find a quick solution.
"I hate these clothes." Narancia stated as he pulled the other boy into the shade. It couldn't be that they had been roaming the city for so long and there wasn't a single policeman in sight. "Right, I found this in the pockets of these clothes, I don't know if it will help us." Opening a wallet, Fugo's eyes widened at the sheer number of bills it contained.
"We could get something to drink with that." Pannacotta proposed with an air of timidity. “And maybe… clothes.”
"That's a good idea, but do you think this will be enough?"
"Those are 10 bills of 500,000 lira, so I think that gives us $5,000,000 lira."
"Is that a lot?"
“Yes, I think that it is a lot. Can we go get water?”
"Of course whatever you want!" Narancia took the other's hand again and led him back to the streetlight, ready to continue their exploration of that huge city.
Fugo thought that boy was weird. Why did he need to hold him all the time? As far as he remembered, his parents had always given him too much independence, unlike his dearest grandmother who, like this boy, couldn't let go of him. It was a strange feeling, yet he felt oddly happy.
After what was a quick visit to a clothing store and letting Fugo choose what they could both wear, they left the old and huge clothes in some garbage cans, hoping that no one would ask why.
Once that problem was solved, both children chose to go to a gelato parlor. It was there that Pannacotta remembered another of the many rules that her parents used to impose on him: No sugar, because that encouraged bad behavior ... and even so, he felt little or no guilt at the moment he shared a huge glass of gelato with who was his new friend.
"Aren't they too young to shop without their mothers?" They overheard a couple of times from ladies who passed by, Narancia only chose to call them old gossips.
"We should go to a park. I wanna play on the swings."
"My parents say those games are full of germs and a waste of time," Fugo mentioned as he finished a huge glass of strawberry milkshake.
"They sound soooo boring. Come on, you'll like it! I can make you go to the top of the sky, it feels like flying." The energy that the eldest emanated was nice, so Fugo could only agree to any idea he had, not only because his partner was very friendly, but because he was curious to experience those things that he knew well that his parents would likely prohibit.
It was so, after paying the bill, and locking hands again, both children decided to forget their job of looking for help and instead, they took the initiative to start playing.
Fugo watched the sunset with a big smile on his face as he swung around, being gently pushed by Narancia. That feeling made him feel very happy, he didn't remember having friends who would do that for him; besides his grandmother, his parents had never played like this with him, so this was the first time he could say that he felt that happy. He wanted to live the rest of his life like that, he and his new best friend.
Extra:
"I found them." A voice was heard in the distance, a very tall man with white hair and dark clothes was approaching the pair of children who were playing on one of the many slides in the park. "C’mon, brats, where the hell had you been?"
Narancia quickly came down from the slide, to stand in front of Fugo, who looked in amazement at the person in front of him. "My mom says I should not talk with strangers." said the dark-haired kid trying to sound threatening.
"What the hell..." Abbacchio looked incredulously at the boy who was trying to fight him. However, considering the situation and that he would have to explain a lot to Bucciarati, he preferred to take the situation in peace. “Look, I just came to pick both of you. Do you know this man?” Crouching down to the children's height, he showed them the photo of what Narancia could recognize as the weird guy who had chased them earlier in the day.
“Why do you want to know? Are you a policeman?” Narancia asked, still with some mistrust.
"Something like that," he was trying to be patient, thus, from what the white-haired man understood, the stand user known as Alessi had returned them to their childhood ages and therefore, their memories, so it was not necessary to be an expert to know that the two of them didn’t know him yet “Can you come with me? “
"My mom says I shouldn't follow strangers."
"I think I better call Bucciarati or Mista." Abbacchio sighed as he pulled out an old cell phone.