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"O-Ow! Hey, right there." Frowning while running his hands across his head Narancia peered back towards the strawberry blond, "Hey, Fugo...could you take a look right here?"

The blond in turn trailed over leaning above the dark haired teen all the while raising a brow and letting out a hum, "Oh dear. You've definitely got one. It's pretty big." Reaching out with his own hands Fugo began prodding at it.

"Ow! That hurts! Quit it! Don't touch it!" Hollering out and holding onto his head Narancia shot up quickly, swiveling in place to kicking the body of the perpetrator, "God damn it, you bastard! You're gonna pay for that you piece of shit! I've got a bump on my head because of you!" Kicking the body a few more times he yelled out once more. "I hope you're prepared!"

Watching Narancia, Fugo and Abbacchio kick the man's body you let out a sigh shaking your head. He honestly deserved every bit of what was happening and you couldn't help the short laugh that left you having labeled this a 'bonding exercise' for the boys.

Standing beside Giorno and watching the scene unfold you peered up at the guy nudging his arm lightly with your own, "You hurt anywhere from being skewered?" Asking that and quickly giving him a once over, you couldn't spot anything of great concern.

"Ah, no, I'm good but thank you." Insisting that and giving you a soft smile turquoise hues trailed towards the group catching sight of something on the deck, "Hey, something fell off him." Stepping towards whatever it was and bending down to pick it up, the item in question seemed to be a wallet. As he returned back to his place beside you, you leaned in a bit; cheek resting faintly on his arm also wanting to take a peek at the contents.

"Hmm Mario Zucchero, His home address is in Rome. So he's a gangster from Rome."

Giving a hum you stared down at the ID, "Why would you bring your ID with you when attacking someone? Kinda stupid if you ask me." Agreeing with your point Giorno let out a low hum rummaging some more through the wallet.

Pursing your lips you excusing yourself from Giorno's side trailing towards where Mista, Fugo and Narancia were. The black haired teen of the group appeared to be doing something with his hand before pointing at the severed head laughing maniacally, "He's headed for the 9th circle of hell, according to his name divination!"

Curious as to what the three were doing you took a seat among the floor just behind the boom box. "Hit play (Y/N)." Hearing the raven haired teen call that out you merely complied leaning over the electronic decide and tapping the play button.

Music started pouring out from the speakers right away and you could only sit back watching Narancia begin moving along to the song. Soon enough Mista and Fugo had joined in much to your surprise, each move was fluent with the next and you were very impressed with how in sync they were with one another. Though the dance itself was very...unique.

"If you're not going to tell us the name of your partner who's coming after us and their stand ability, you should start worrying about your other eye, Mr.Zucchero!" Calling that out and casting a glare towards the head, you stared at Mista dumbfounded. You found the interrogation a bit redundant since the man in question had his mouth zipped shut.

"Mista, he can't talk his mou-" "Quit playing around dumbasses. Damn it, come here and look at this." Cutting off whatever you were going to say, Abbacchio leaned into the boat's cabin entrance staring inside, "He was using the boats radio."

Assuming the pale haired man was using Moody Blues you slipped off the raised deck rather quickly popping yourself into the doorway beside the man staring down at where the stand had taken form. "Oh sick, you found something with replay." Hearing you chime that out Abbacchio responded with a simple hum.

"This whole boat was flat, but we'll be able to see him in 3D now that it's back to normal." Explaining that then pausing he pulled away from the doorway only to smack Mario's hanging head with his fist, turning his attention back Abbacchio pointed an accusing finger towards the teams newest member. "Giorno! I have no intention of showing you my stand! Turn around. I'll do you a favour and let you hear its voice, at least." Feeling bad that you wanted to laugh you held it in remaining focused on the stand.

"When I was watching the replay of him, he started using the boat's radio. He's contacting someone." Essentially pressing play on Moody Blues the stand resumed replay.

The green haired man below clasped a microphone in hand speaking, "I've already made four of them my hostages. All that's left is Bucciarati and two others, I'm not too worried about the chick so I'll have this taken care of in no time. They were heading to Capri! They haven't mentioned where the money is hidden, though."

Pointing down at the stand Mista spoke, "Hey, what do we do about this? He told them where we're heading!"

"After I get rid of his six friends, I'm gonna make Bucciarati cough it up. Over." A light on the radio flickered on and another voice was heard through replay, "Was the yacht named Lagoon? What's your current location?" Mario answered the questions right away, "We're about two hours out from Capri. Bucciarati is wary of anyone following him, so he's taking a very roundabout route." "Got it. I'll take a high-speed boat and wait for you in Capri."

Letting out a sigh as they kept talking you eventually took a seat in the doorway resting your chin in the palm of your hand. Why do bad guys always have to talk so much, it's really tiresome busting them afterwards.

Perking up as Moody Blues returned to its original iridescent colour scheme Abbacchio spoke, "That's the end of the conversation. The radio cut off."

Stepping back from the group Fugo turned his head sharply, eyes focusing on the island that was just a little too far away, "How could this be? This isn't good. With a high-speed vessel, they can get from Naples to Capri in thirty minutes!"

"That means they're definitely on the island!" Coming to that realization Mista furrowed his brows, sweating nervously alongside Narancia, the teen pointed towards the cabin speaking. "Who is it? Who the hell was on the radio?

Watching Mista shake his head and turn running along the deck of the boat, he grabbed ahold of Mario's hair yanking the head up aggressively, "I'm gonna make this guy tell us who it is, no matter what!"

"No, he's a hardcore gangster. It'll probably take some time to get anything out of him." Stating that simply and firmly Bruno added on, "He probably won't say anything today. Besides, he might not know what his partner's stand looks like. It's very possible his partner's keeping it a secret even from him."

Turning in place and letting out a sigh you piped in, "So what I'm hearing is he's essentially useless to us right now?" At this point in time you really just wanted to tell Mista to just chick the head into the water, he was dead weight now. "And that we don't really have a game plan."

"Yeah, what (Y/N) said. What are we supposed to do now? If we just come ashore like this and they find out we're the ones on the boat instead of Zucchero." Feeling like his words were self-explanatory Fugo ended up adding onto what the gunslinger had said, "Also, if this boat doesn't arrive at the Marina Grande in about an hour, then the guy on the radio is sure to think something happened to Zucchero. If that happens, who knows if we'll be able to get the money."

"In fact, I have my doubts we'd make it back to Naples in one piece!" Fugo's words shifted the mood into an odd silence, everything was quickly being pushed onto Bruno's shoulders and you could only feel bad for the man.

He carries the weight of the whole team after all.

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Y/N when she saw the torture dance:

As always feel free to ask question, comment or anything in regards to the story of myself as an author!

Also I agree with everyone talking about Moody Blues being attractive, like daymn Araki didn't need to make a good majority of JoJo stands attractive- the hell man. Like Star Platinum? D4c? Moody Blues? Sticky Fingers? Bru now I have to simp over their stands??? FJWLFKJWN I do that anyways ahaha

Also also everyone's reaction to the Bruno and Y/N scene from the last chapter is exactly how I felt writing it XD