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"Why the hell would it be following him?" Finding yourself becoming defensive at the idea you crossed your arms narrowing your eyes at the man, Mista pulled back from him taking an offensive stance as well.

"Do you want me to make it so you can never hold a chisel again? Sorry to break it to you, but Bucciarati's far away from here, you dumbass!" Growing louder with each word Mista's lips curled back into a sneer, both of you knew that Bruno couldn't have been in the building since he was supposed to be looking into the leaky eye Luka situation.

"You're the one who's lying. Bucciarati should be in this apartment building." Flipping himself in place, the green eyed man flickered his gaze between the two of you, settling on you since you weren't pointing any weapons his way, "Please! Let me see him. His life depends on-" A pained scream left his lips before being able to finish and a bullet wound appeared in the center of his hand.

Hearing Mista begin yelling once more, your gaze trailed back towards the rock. Breath getting caught in your throat upon seeing, nothing. Nothing but small pebbles scattered along the tiled floor, "Mista! The rock's gone!" Calling that to attention the gunslinger quickly threw his head back seeing that the rook was indeed gone. Throwing the man into a headlock his eyes shot around the elevator as though it could've just been somewhere other than the corner it formerly sat.

"What the hell are you doing?! I told you not to do anything funny!"

Scolippi's eyes stared down at the barrel of the gun, an almost plain look took over his expression. "The rock has left."

"What?!" Both Mista and yourself exclaimed that in sync, there was no way something as big as that rock could've left without anyone noticing. Especially you considering you were standing right beside it.

"One of the greatest sculptors in history, Michelangelo, once said 'I don't have any thoughts when I take hold of a marble slab. Every block of stone already has a statue inside it, and it is the task of the sculptor to discover it."

"What the hell does that even mean?! You're not making any sense! Just bring the rock back!" Annoyance seeped through your tone with how he was dancing around the issue. You could see that Mista held the same annoyance from the way his jaw clenched and how his hand tightened around the guns trigger.

"I'll kill you if you don't listen to her, so bring it back!" Demanding that and once again pressing the tip of the guns barrel into the man's cheek he merely just continued his ramblings.

"Michelangelo was saying that the ultimate statue is not created from an idea. It already dwells within the stone as it's destiny. He was an artist who could see that destiny as he sculpted. It's not that I sculpted that rock into the shape of Bucciarati, and neither did your bullets. That is the shape of destiny. That statue had a hole in its chest that was gushing out blood."

"I don't know if it's in a few days or in a few months, but that's going to be how Bucciarati eventually dies. We're all slaves to fate. That's the meaning behind my ability, prophecy stones."

So Bucciarati was going to die?

The man's words felt heavy, it was like a sucker punch to the gut being told that someone who you'd grown close to would die in the next few months and there was close to nothing anyone could do.

With the new information in mind Mista seemed more angry than worried, "If you die, so will your stand! You get that, don't you?!?" His brows were arched downwards adding onto his annoyance and a faint air of disbelief surrounded him.

"If he touches my Prophecy Stones, he can die without suffering. I wanted to see him so I can at least hear his last words." Clenching your own jaw upon hearing that your hands rolled into fists.

Who the hell was this guy to ask to hear Bruno's last words.

"What the hell is wrong with you! Why would you even think we'd let any of that happen to begin with." Agreeing with what you were pointing out Mista spoke right after, "You want your brain splattered on that rock so badly?" Flicking his gun to the side much like before accept taking out some bullets he showed the rounds, "Look! Three shots left." Snapping the cylinder in place and giving it a spin he pointed it back at the man.

"This is how you use destiny!"

Now a part of you really wanted to see this guy get his brains blasted out the back of his head, but another part of you also felt like something would go wrong and he'd- unfortunately still be alive.

Your second feeling was proven correct when a click sounded then another and then one more. Nothing happening for each one.

Scolippi began talking once more after each click bringing up the florist's daughter and the florist himself speaking about an illness that the family had. His way of 'helping' was morbid, having figured it would be better for the person to die then and there rather than later on.

Regardless of how they're supposed to die.

Raising the man up by his shirt the barrel of Mista's gun was shoved into the mans mouth grazing his teeth, "You have some nerve saying that when you're the one who killed her!" Another click sounded followed by a metallic chime yet no shots were fired.

Letting go of the sculptor and stepping back he stared at his gun in disbelief, Number one quickly appeared speaking. "It's a misfire, Mista!" Two of the others showed up adding onto what Number one said. "That bullet was a dud!"

Flicking open the cylinder and staring at the bullet himself, Number three spoke up pointing an accusing finger towards Number five, "That bullet was Number five's responsibility!" A few of the others also spoke up yet Scolippip cut in.

"I cannot die yet, because the rock hasn't been carved by death yet."

"Y-you think you're going to get two duds in a row, you jackass?!?" Raising his gun once more and pointing it back at the purple haired man Mista scowled, this whole destiny BS was really getting on his nerve.

"You caught a glimpse of destiny just now. You no longer have any intent on shooting me. Am I wrong?" Mista was beyond annoyed now, the whole elevator ride felt like an eternity listening to this man babble on, yet before he could do anything the man's head was snapped to the side and his body fell to the floor. A pained groan didn't even have time to leave his lips before blacking out.

Looking to the side Mista could see you resting your foot back down onto the ground, an annoyed look was spread across your face through upon realizing what you did you couched into your hand, "Sorry he was fucking annoying, I couldn't wait."

Giving a nod in understanding the elevator finally let out a ding hitting the seventh floor, the door slid open and right away both of you stepped out, "That guy was crazy. What the hell was he even talking about." Shaking his head while turning away from the elevator he stepped towards the window pausing just beside you, giving your head a quick pat as if to say 'good job for knocking crazy out."

Making a quick phone call to Fugo and chatting with him on the phone for a minute Mista paused peering out the window down to the garden, from the sounds of it there was definitely a problem. Firing some bullets out the window he yelled out, telling them what to do. "Hurry! Find Bucciarati!"

Left out of the loop once again you went to ask Mista what was going on just barely catching him as he briskly moved back you and back onto the elevator, "Bucciarati's in the building somewhere, but I don't know where!" Calling that out to you, you right away caught onto what he was doing and what the mission now was.

"Oh uh okay! I'll check the stairs!" Calling back and watching the elevator doors close you turned running out of the room and into the hall following the bright red Exit signs.

The missions main focus now was to keep Bruno from making contact with that rock.

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Hello everyone! Just wanted to thank everyone for all the hearts and comment! I didn't think this story would become as popular as it did!

I hope you all are having an amazing Christmas eve and also keep an eye out tomorrow for a special surprise :D

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