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"Ow ow ow." Groaning that out and keeping a hand over the bleeding wound Mista had seated himself between two sinks, face scrunched up from the stinging sensation coming from the wound.

"Mista if you don't move your hand I can't help you." Insisting that and trying to coax him into moving his hand away you puffed out an annoyed breath. Fugo who had been standing behind you raised his hand waving a stapler in the air.

"If you don't let her fix you up then I guess we'll just have to staple it shut." Opening and closing the item in hand, Mista seemed to let out another whine moving his hand away. Quickly leaning over the man you ignored the awkward position, long tweezers were in hand and you focused your energy on making the action of taking the bullet out as painless as possible while focusing on closing up the wound right after.

"There. All better you little baby?" Asking that and waving the tweezers around, your tone came out teasing yet the addition of the name at the end brought some colour onto the gunslingers face, the other two behind releasing huffs.

"Well I don't know, but if you're offering to do something else..."Trailing off Mista was smacked upside the head by Fugo who rolled his eyes at the suggestive comment. Since when had Mista begun talking like that so openly.

Sure Fugo wasn't stupid and could tell that each member of the team had caught some level of feeling for you, but he couldn't help but just stay quiet since he was also apart of that list.

"Thanks Fugo." Letting out an airy laugh at the blond's quick action your gaze trailed towards the other three who'd stepped into the bathroom.

Stepping farther ahead of the group Bruno spoke addressing everyone, "Well done, you guys. Thanks to you, we were able to get to Capri safely. Zucchero, who attacked us on the boat, and the guy Mista handled are both passed out on the boat. No need to worry about them anymore."

Nodding along to what he was saying you lightly patted the gunslinger's shoulder in a sort of 'good job' fashion before returning your gaze towards who'd started speaking next, which in this case was Narancia. "Then let's hurry up and go to the place where the ten billion lire is hidden!"

"Where did you hide it, Bucciarati? A hidden safe at the bank? Or maybe you buried it in a cave on the island?"

Humming to himself and pulling up the sleeve of his jacket Bruno pursed his lips together. "Could you wait just a bit longer?"

Confusing everyone by asking that Fugo was the one to question to request, "Why's that? Why are you so worried about the time?" A sweeping noise outside right away caught everyone's attention and a shush quickly left the teen.

Being the closest to the door you peered out seeing two people sweeping the floors, a question was just on the tip of your tongue before Narancia popped up beside you stepping out of the bathroom. "Hey, you guys. We're still in here, so how 'bout it? Can't you do the cleaning later?"

The taller of the two straightened up before speaking, "Does your name happen to be Toilette?"

"Huh? What was that?"

Pointing to the sign they spoke once more clarifying their point, "If your name is actually toilette, that would mean this is your house. You can boss around anyone you want in your own house. But if that isn't the case, you've got no right to boss me around." Stepping closer towards the entrance Narancia processed what was being said.

"Huh? Hey wait, dumbass!" Jumping from his spot and grabbing the person's shoulder, Narancia's retractable knife was out in a second, "Didn't you hear me? I said not to go in there!" Moving to jump in as well and stop the black haired teen from being aggressive you were surprised to see the janitor quickly drop their broom working the knife back around towards him.

"Wh-what the hell do you think you're doing?!" Feeling like the situation would escalate you stepped out of the bathroom just in time to catch Narancia's other arm as another knife was pulled out. The others also took notice of the situation and stepped out.

"Narancia! Drop the knife! We do not stab people doing their job!" Stating that and trying to take the item from his hand you let out a huff seeing the tip of the other one practically stab into his cheek.

Sure you felt bad for the boy, but it was also just Karma.

Glad to see that you'd intervene Bruno's gaze drifted towards the other janitor, "Could you be.." The man stopped sweeping right away raising his head to look the lean man over.

"That voice...It appears we've kept you waiting." Nearing the group you could see Bruno's posture straighten out quickly.

"All of you, bow. This is Mr.Pericolo, one of the capos of Passione."

Taking off his hat and giving a nod at the introduction the older gentleman spoke, "I came to accept the ten billion lire, Bucciarati." Everyone spread out after that each giving the man a respectful bow.

"I contacted him as soon as we reached the island. Mr.Pericolo came all this way to accept the money." Explaining that to the group then standing tall once more he stared down at the man. "Thank you so much for coming all this way, sir."

Raising a hand to stop the thanks, the older man shook his hand in the air, "No, no. I'm the one who said I wanted to come. All of you, lift your heads." Doing as the man said everyone stood back up, his gaze moved onto Giorno letting out a hum. "You must be the newbie I heard about."

"Yes, sir."

"Bucciarati told me all about you. Now that you've joined Passione, you're basically family. You're free to call me Mr.Pericolo."

"Thank you, sir."

Giving a nod the older man then raised a hand off in Narancia's direction, "You there. Sorry about earlier. This one doesn't like being touched by strangers."

Raising a hand and resting it just behind his head the boy gave a hum, "Sure." Fugo from beside him quickly jabbed an arm into his stomach. "You-" "You mean, 'yes, sir!'"

"Mr.Pericolo, why are you dressed up as a janitor?" Asking the question that most of you were wondering Bruno leaned over as he did so.

"There's a perfectly good reason for this. I'll tell you later. More importantly, you do have it, don't you?" Assuming the man meant the money you were proven correct as he added on. "The ten billion lire to hand over to the organization that is."

Nodding right away Bruno gestured towards the bathroom, "Yes sir. Right here." The team shared a look of shock at this information, but you seemed to feel indifferent. The bird situation back on the boat was still stuck in your mind so hearing him say this wasn't all too surprising.

A cunning look crossed over Bruno's expression and a devilish closed lipped smile curled onto his face. Ignoring all the questions being thrown his way and heading back into the bathroom he stopped before the urinals.

At this point you figured that just lingering by the doorway would be the best choice, from there you could see what was going on and also observe how everyone else reacted.

A two for one deal.

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Fugo @ Mista:

Sorry for another late ish update! I had a test all morning and then got side tracked! (Anyone else hate math? BC it SUCKS)

Anyways though! Hope you all enjoyed this chapter.