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Day 3: That kinda loving sends a man right to his grave
Prompt: "And the sky turned purple."
Screaming, crying and chaos.
That is what Narancia thought he heard in the distance, and he couldn’t understand what was going on. The only thing he could remember was that Fugo, Mista and he had gone on a mission where they were ambushed by an absurd amount of stand users.
Narancia did not remember exactly what happened, only that he and Fugo came up with an almost suicidal plan that would allow them to get out almost unscathed between the arrival of reinforcements.
Combining the abilities of his Aerosmith and Fugo’s Purple Haze, both of them managed to target several enemies with terrific accuracy: the small plane aimed and used Haze’s capsules as missiles to achieve an almost infallible attack. That had sounded too good at first glance, until he was surrounded and Fugo couldn't catch up.
And it happened.
He didn't know what was going through his head at the moment, the only thing he knew is that he thought it would be a good idea to shoot those chemical bombs at the place where he was surrounded, as if it were a grenade, one that would kill him without a doubt.
It didn’t matter that Fugo deactivated his stand the moment he saw Narancia make that suicidal decision, it was to late, the damage was already done. Immediately, the cloud containing the virus surrounded the enemies, Narancia included, starting with a disgusting and horrifying scenario.
In those moments several things happened: Fugo was screaming, Trish was crying (when had the others arrived?), Giorno was asking to be let closer, and Mista was trying to hold Bucciarati, or so he had heard.
From then on he didn't remember anything. Only that he felt light.
There was no way to explain it, he tried to look at his hands or his body, but his eyes didn’t allow him to see more than those toxic clouds surrounding him. "I should be suffering," he thought as he became one with the environment.
It was a strange feeling, as if he and his stand were free and exploring the confines of the beautiful skies without fear of touching the limit, and by the time he realized it, Narancia could swear he was in a bed of clouds, beautiful clouds of all shades of purple.
Soft
It was the best word to describe that feeling.
The sky turned purple, everything was purple.
And suddenly, he appeared.
Pannacotta Fugo, his best friend, and probably the last one to see him alive before making that stupid decision. What was he doing there? Narancia wasn't sure, but he looked so relaxed lying next to him. Peaceful, cute, pretty. Wait, pretty?
No, it was ridiculous to think of that boy as pretty. He was always an insufferable bastard who spent his time yelling at his slightest mistake. Has he ever seen him smiling? he wondered. Then, he remembered those countless times where he let himself indulge in his jokes and stupid theories. It was so nice to see him smile, relaxed, looking like his age.
In Narancia's eyes, Fugo was a weird guy.
He had an appeal that he was not going to deny, however, he always found a way to push him away with his shitty attitude. Screaming, fighting, hitting. It was ridiculous that there wasn't a day where they didn’t end parting ways over some foolish thing.
Did Fugo enjoy messing with him?
“ But he's cute. “ That thought passed through his mind, or had a cloud said it? Narancia wasn't sure, but he wanted to shut it up. Who did they think they were, putting those kinds of ideas in his mind?
"No, he's not," Narancia said to himself as he gazed again at that body next to him, so peaceful.
He could appreciate those fine features, his beautiful blond, angel-like hair; his pink lips; how his cheeks were decorated by beautiful freckles: that pair of dimples that Narancia only had the luxury to see when he was able to make him laugh.
Drenched in embarrassment, but choosing to ignore it, Ghirga continued to appreciate him. " So cute, " said again that voice that he was still having a hard time recognizing.
"So beautiful you should say." This time it was Narancia's own voice that answered. How was he going to deny something that wasn't difficult to recognize? Fugo was far from any league, not just his, but any human's.
" We like him. " Again that annoying voice.
"We? Fugo is my friend," Narancia replied, startled by what he could interpret as that feeling. He was still unable to feel his body, but if he had the freedom that he always had, he would have looked for the owner of that voice and hit him until he stopped.
" We like Fugo ."
What did they mean by that? Who did they mean by " us "? Those statements were filling him with rage.
"No one could like someone so insufferable."
"You like him, we both like him. He’s so pretty."
"Oh shut up!" Narancia barked furiously, it had to be some joke. Why did that voice wanted to confuse him? There was nothing about Fugo that he liked. It was not like he liked his stupid violet eyes, his perfect lips, that waist he could grab so easily, that hair that begged to be pulled...
He really hated Fugo.
Sooner than later, a wave of sensations invaded him again. Those soft clouds began to disperse, and with them, the beautiful figure that rested next to him disappeared without a trace.
All to be replaced by a new voice, one he was able to recognize.
"I'm going to kill you if you do anything that stupid again, you fucking asshole! I swear I'm going to kill you!"
Fugo was screaming and shaking his body. Narancia still felt sleepy when he felt that contact in his arms and could only stammer attempts of coherent sentences that the rest of the boys interpreted as his attempt of communication.
"Say something, idiot!"
"So pretty…"
"..."
The place where the whole gang had gathered was left in a deathly silence, not proper of a place that had just witnessed a battle to the death.
At that moment, Narancia suddenly regained consciousness, analyzing the words he had spoken when he woke up with the blond on top of him.
He wanted the earth to open up and swallow him.
"So, you say I died?"
"Kinda. Giorno said we almost lost you, but Golden Experience managed to get you vaccinated before the virus started to spread." Mista explained while visiting his friend in the hospital. After that mission, they had decided that the best thing was for him to spend a few days resting.
"Woah… that explains a lot."
"And what did you see in the afterlife?"
" Fugo, " Narancia thought with a blush on his cheeks. "The sky. It was purple."