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You figured sitting back and listening to the conversation would be the best course of action, seeing as you hadn't paid much attention to what the elderly man at the restaurant was saying, apart from the more pressing parts.

Though when Mista suddenly snapped his head towards the window demanding the car to stop, that's when you felt perplexed. He almost seemed adamant on having Fugo pull over before casting his eyes around and muttering a never mind.

"Hey, are you feeling okay?" Extending a hand out and slipping it beneath his hat resting it onto his forehead, the man merely slid down into his seat in response sliding away from your hand while batting at it.

"I'm feeling fine. Sorry for saying something stupid! I'm terribly sorry for all the trouble!" His tone of voice was sarcastic and he once again crossed his arms letting out a huff. The words distinctly directed more towards the two seated upfront than at you.

Something was definitely on his mind and bothering him, but before you could inquire about it he pointed off towards a building, "Hey that's the building, you can drop us off here." Right away the car pulled over to the side and the two of you hopped out.

Walking beside him and looking at the picture once more you slid it back into your pocket, "So you think he did it?" Asking that and kicking a few rocks along the sidewalk you laced your hands behind your back, different scenarios of what might happen played through your mind. "Or do you think he's innocent?"

Scuffing his own shoes along the sidewalk in though he gave a shrug, "Not sure, we won't really know till we pry it outta him." Simply stating that he bobbed his head along with the answer. "What about you though? Any guesses?"

"Not really, I'm more curious about how this'll play out." Letting out a hum at your response the apartment complex's front entrance came into view and upon heading in the two of you stood before the elevator. "We'll just have to catch him at his apartment right?"

"Yeah, it's on the seventh floor. The guy's name is Scolippi." Nodding along to what he was saying you shifted from one foot to the other casting your gaze out a set of windows. The courtyard was just outside and you could only assume it was where the florist's daughter had landed.

Hearing the ding of the elevator you turned just in time to catch Mista stare in shock at whatever was inside, his poster stiffened, eyes wide and before you knew it the man had whipped out his revolver firing a few shots.

Swiftly moving to stand beside him and look into the elevator whatever dust particles floating through the air dispersed revealing a stone eerily shaped like Bruno, though in a morbid fashion. "What the fuck is that?!" Mouth open in surprise both yourself and Mista stared at it in disbelief.

"It's Bucciarati? The stone is shaped like..."Snapping his head towards someone peeking out from around the side of the elevator the barrel of the gun was hastily aimed over. "Hey! Are you the sculptor?!"

Tugging the picture out from your pocket and looking between the two you confirmed Mista's question, "It's him! That's the guy we're looking for!" Jutting a hand out and pointing at the purple haired man, the gunslinger's gaze was solely focused on the man, firing a shot when the guy's hand moved, sending him back.

"Don't you dare try anything!" Exclaiming that and placing himself in the elevator doorway Mista extended a leg outwards resting it along the other side blocking the doorway, his gun still clutched firmly into his hand and a sharp expression was set out across his face. "I didn't kill you because I was ordered not to, but now that I know you're a stand user, there's no guarantee that I won't add another hole between your eye sockets!" Flicking his gun to the side and unloading the empty shells he quickly loaded it back up.

Stepping just to the side where Mista's foot rested your gaze bore into the injured man then towards the rock. The way it was shaped and the expression carved into it just sent chills down your spine, especially since it was Bruno.

"Who the hell are you? How do you know Bucciarati? The florist's daughter falling to her death is concerning, but why did you follow me from the restaurant?" Watching Mista point the barrel of his gun back towards the man his words clicked together in your mind. It would make sense as to why Mista was acting weird on the way there if he had been followed the entire time.

"Daughter?" Furrowing his brows together the sculptor's tone of voice remained low, "Are you police officers? No, the police wouldn't-" Cutting the man off quickly Mista shifted forward kneeing the man in the chest.

An annoyed comment was barked right after, "Listen up, you sick bastard! We'll be the one asking the questions here!"

"You just need to answer! Just concentrate on that." Moving so that he had Scolippi against the elevator wall he briefly peered back towards you jutting his head towards the inside of the elevator essentially telling you to get in. "Got that? Don't even think about saying or doing anything else! That includes lying. Got it?"

Catching sight of the man turning his face away from the elevator wall and towards the stone carving he appeared almost worried. Looking over as well to see if anything different had happened you could only just frown uneasily, there were too many things about it that just didn't add up.

The elevator door closed as Mista tapped one of the buttons quickly pointing his pistol back at the mans head, "Do you wanna ask the questions or let me?" Aiming that inquiry towards you he felt like it'd be fair to let you ask a few seeing as he was already close to just ending the man then and there.

"Uh you go first."

Nodding in response to that he began, "First off, are you in a gang? Do you belong to some organization?" Pushing the firearm closer to the man's head while asking the questions Mista kept talking, "I can find out later if I look into it, of course."

"N-no I'm just a sculptor." Breathing that out in response to the question he added on, "I'm not famous, but I make a living off it."

"If you're just a sculptor then how did you become a stand user?" Voicing your own question and leaning against the elevators wall across from the yow you made sure to stand a bit away from the rock, the thing creeped you the fuck out.

"I don't even know what a stand is." Turning his head to the best of his ability to peer back at you then the rock his brows furrowed, "if you mean this ability...it just started happening when I was still a child."

"Was it the same for you?" Giving a quick shove at that Mista didn't appreciate a question being asked in return.

"Next question. Why did you follow me from the restaurant and how do you know Bucciarati?" Asking the questions the man didn't answer before Mista's jaw tightened in an annoyed manner.

"Bucciarati...is that his name?" Not liking where this was going your gut feeling was proven correct when the purple haired man began trying to make an attempt to turn around. "Let me see him, please! He came with you to this building, right?"

"Why the fuck would we answer that?!" Hearing you spit that out Mista tugged the man back once again slamming him against another wall, he wasn't all too happy with the question either.

"You didn't answer my question, you moron!" Snapping at the man Mista's grip tightened.

Having a hand rest against the cold metal wall a stuttered response left the sculptor, "I-it's probably not an answer you'll like. But this rock moves on its own, regardless of how I think or feel. It's been like that ever since I was a kid. It's a power that I have no control over."

"The rock didn't follow you. It was following him...Bucciarati."

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Fun fact Wattpad keeps telling me everyone's name is wrong :'D