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Day 6: Take a shot in the dark, to be where you are
Prompt: A gunshot wound and a nice stranger
Blood, too much blood.
Narancia's hands didn’t stop shaking while he tried to stop the flow from that pair of wounds that were taking his boyfriend away from him, taking away the only thing he loved, his only home.
He had lost Bucciarati and Abbacchio, just a year ago. He couldn't lose him too.
Much less for something so stupid.
He must have seen it coming, he must have known that the idea of splitting up was stupid when they had an alert that three traitors were looking for them.
“ But they are not stand users, ” was the phrase that Narancia said before he made that terrible mistake, after trusting that those powers they had could make them immune.
"I think it's a bad idea."
Yes, it was. Fugo was never wrong, he was always right. Narancia was just stupid, he couldn't believe that he had caused this, he couldn't believe that he was seeing how after a bullet caused by one of the traitors. He could only stare in agony at how Fugo vanished in his arms, being unable to do something to help him.
"Please, don't leave me Fugo, please."
Narancia could only watch helplessly as those beautiful ruby eyes lost their shine and those lips that he adored so much, struggled to utter a word, but it was in vain.
"I don't want to be alone. You can't do this to me."
Pannacotta attempted to mutter what probably was an "I love you," and Narancia didn't know what to do but hold that body that felt more and more cold with each passing second.
"Please don't leave me, Fugo please."
Narancia could only watch helplessly as those beautiful ruby eyes lost their shine and those lips that she adored so much, struggled to utter a word, but she was in vain.
"I don't want to be alone, you can't do this to me."
Pannacotta attempted to emulate what could be interpreted as "I love you." and Narancia didn't know what to do but break, delicately embracing that body that felt more and more frozen.
"You're going to get well, Giorno will get here soon, I already called him...we're going to take care of you."
But there was no answer.
And there wasn’t even an attempt to answer.
“Fugo?” The dark-haired felt sob coming from deep inside him. No, it couldn't be true, he couldn't die like this, not this young, not in this way.
He couldn't leave him, not after surviving it all together.
Not after finding him after he left the team.
Not just after they started dating, no.
He just couldn’t.
Narancia could only start screaming, his hands full of blood clasped his boyfriend's lifeless body hoping for a miracle, something, a sign of hope. Where was the damn God that he used to pray to in secret at that time? He couldn't do this to him, not again.
"Oh what a sad scene." Suddenly, a voice sounded not far from where the broken heart of the Italian boy was.
"Who are you?" Narancia responded aggressively while activating Aerosmith, ready to shoot without mercy, while his arms safeguarded the body of who in life had been his best friend and partner.
"Just a possible friend passing by." From the shadows, a pleasant-looking man, well dressed in black, approached the two of them. Narancia didn't lower his defenses, on the contrary, he was nowhere near shooting if he didn't stop. "What happened? Your little rat looks hurt.”
"Don't talk about him like that, you son of a bitch!" The purple-eyed couldn't take it anymore, he wanted to be alone. Without hesitating, he started shooting at this stranger, only to find himself with a weird surprise. "What the h-"
The nice stranger was intact. Well, he had some bullet holes from his stand, but it didn't seem like it was stopping him from moving.
“Do you know how much this suit cost me?!” yelled the man who, judging by his pronounced Scottish accent, was very upset. “I'll get right to the point because I don't have much time, kid. Do you want me to revive him?"
Narancia swallowed dry, feeling how the presence that accompanied him was something dark and powerful, since he did not know any user capable of taking bullets and coming out completely unscathed.
“C-can you do that? But how?"
The man laughed with mockery. That only made the boy's anger bristle, or at least until he saw the stranger's eyes turn completely black.
Shit , he had to do something, to get away, run. With the body of his boyfriend in his arms, he tried to get up from the place where they were at full speed, only to come across a gloomy scene. He couldn't move, as if it was some strange power, but if so, he couldn't observe or detect the source of it.
“Blah blah blah, you don't want to hear a blah about how we work there. So tell me, do you want him back?”
Narancia shifted in his place, trying to get rid of that invisible grip.
"What are you? A demon?"
He wouldn't lie, he was really scared, not just for his life, but for the plain and simple fact that those things existed. He wasn't exactly a devout Catholic, but he knew well (from many conversations with Mista) that they were beings more dangerous than any stand user and that they knew how to trick you. Taking that into account, he had no doubt that something was going to happen to him if he didn't manage to flee.
“Isn't that clear to you, dear? You are wasting your time instead of taking advantage of my nice offer.”
"I... those things don't exist." He tried to control his fear, to deny the obvious and disturbing reality, on the one hand; but on the other he was tempted.
“Vampires, werewolves, people with powers, I think a couple of weird gods… are you surprised to see a demon?”
The man had a point, a point that Narancia didn't like him since he knew well that the father of one of his friends was a vampire.
However, this made him think. Think about a future without Pannacotta Fugo.
"Please, I need you to revive him, I'll do anything."
"Of course, what manners are these?" The man looked back at the body on the floor and chuckling a little at how easy he had been to convince his victim, he continued. "Look, as you must surely understand, this is not going to come for free, so I propose a deal, you offer me your soul a few years from now... and I bring it to life."
"What? “
"By Lucifer, what you heard, child, don't you know how to listen?"
“How much… how long would I stay?
“Ten years, is what I can offer you. Think about it, what is worse? A life without him, or being able to live together for a while?”
Narancia saw the lifeless body of his beloved, a life without him… That wasn’t a life.
"Bring him back, please."
"So, it's a deal?"
Narancia nodded with a tear-stained face, making the man in the elegant suit smile.
"Well, come here, I don't have much time."
"Revive him first!"
"Look boy, we play by my rules, you come and make the deal first, and I revive your little boyfriend." Narancia grunted under his breath feeling despondent, not wanting to move or move away from the side of Fugo's corpse. "...or I could go and let the maggots eat it."
"Okay. What do you want me to do?"
"It's simple; one kiss, give me a couple of seconds and that noisy creature will be good as new again." Narancia raised an eyebrow questioning that method of closing deals. "What? That's how the rules work down there."
After leaving Fugo's body and placing a quick kiss on his forehead, he went to where the eldest was, analyzing each one of his movements in case all this was a trick to trick him.
But it was not like that. The moment they were face to face, Narancia clenched his fists, thinking if what she was doing was the right thing. Would Fugo forgive him if one day he found out what he was doing? Probably not, he would call him an idiot while he would try to find some way to get him out of that deal. But that didn't matter, Narancia was sure, he couldn't live without his love. It didn't matter if their time together was going to be less than they expected, it was something he had to do.
"Let's do it..." the dark-haired sighed, then quickly joined his lips with his negotiator. It was the most awkward thing he had ever had to do in his life, but it was necessary.
Once they separated, the man just snapped his fingers and in a matter of seconds, some movements were heard coming from the epicentrum of that chaos involving him.
“See you in ten years. Have fun with your white rodent,” the man said before disappearing from his sight.
Narancia didn’t hesitate to run immediately and desperately to that puddle of blood when Fugo began to cough for air. He couldn't believe it, it was true! The weird guy was right! He managed to do the unthinkable.
“Fugo!” Narancia yelled as he squeezed Fugo, feeling his life coming back with the contact. “Oh, God, I was so scared, you're okay, you're okay...” the warm skin of his, his eyes full of life, that charming but serious look… it was all back.
Everything was like before.
“I feel like a car has run over me, what happened?” Pannacotta didn’t seem to be aware of what happened, and Nara could not be happier for that. He deserved to live in peace and without any memory of what had just happened.
"Nothing...let's go home." the eldest whispered as he caressed his boyfriend's face and gave him a desperate kiss.
No, he was never going to be able to leave him. If he had ten years to live, so be it. Fugo deserved it much more than he did.