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"So he was the one who placed the turtle next to the water fountain at Naples Station."

"And approximately 14 hours ago, he entered this turtle." Adding onto what Bruno had said Abbacchio returned his attention back towards the stand. "I'm continuing the replay."

In an instant the replay version of 'Mr.Pericolo' turned towards the ground beginning to speak, "Bucciarati and team, I will now give you your final order."

Knitting your brows at the statement you piped in, "Final orders?" Though you knew everything the man was saying was from the past, you couldn't help but be curious as to why this was how he was giving them.

"The reason we're using this method to give you information is to prevent leaks. I'm about to tell you something of utmost importance that no one else must learn: How you're going to hand Trish over to the boss." At that everyone's attention moved towards the pink haired girl. "Well, here it is."

Reaching into his suit jacket the man pulled out a picture showing it towards the group, "Once you safely get to Venice, go to this sculpture and retrieve the OA-DISC that's inside. It contains the data on how you're going to hand her over." A lighter was then quickly pulled out of the man's pocket and he held the open flame up to the corner of the picture.

"Hey! He set it on fire!" Brushing off Narancia's comment Bruno turned to look at the silver haired man. "Abbacchio, pause it!"

"Right." The replay had paused allowing you all to get a better look at the photo. It looked like the main entrance to something, with all the plants and statues that's what your guess was.

"I'm pretty sure this is the entrance to Venice. Right in front of Santa Lucia Station." So your guess wasn't entirely wrong, it was an entrance to something but now the real question was where the DISC would be.

"That is all. Make sure that you obtain the OA-DISC. They've already found out about me. The most important thing is to deliver Trish safely to her father. We mustn't leave any kind of evidence." Reaching into his suit once more a revolver was pulled out and raised to his head, "Thanks to the boss, I was able to live a very wealthy, blessed, and fulfilling life. My mission is now over. I pray from the bottom of my heart that you stay safe." Pulling the trigger a bang filled the room followed by what would've been Mr.Pericolo's blood.

"What the hell?!" Exclaiming that Narancia pointed towards the scene in shock, 'Mr. Pericolo's' body then raised up into the air and Moody Blues re-emerged showing that the man had been sucked out of the turtle.

"He really just killed himself for this..."Muttering that to yourself and processing what the man had done your gaze migrated towards the floor. "Which means we can't fail."

A hand had landed itself on your shoulder quickly directing your attention towards who it belonged to which in this case was the ebony haired man beside you, "And we won't fail." Giving a slightly reassuring closed mouth smile Bruno nodded before pulling back and heading off towards where he was previously sitting.

Narancia and Abbacchio both moved back towards the large couch taking their previous seats, as did you. Though instead of sitting at her usual seat Trish had trailed over to where you were taking a seat beside you, a wordless sigh left through her lips.

"You look tired." Pointing that out and looking at the pink haired girl she merely let out a huff, her emerald hues focusing on you for a second before a a slow nod was given.

"You look tired too." Hearing her fire back with that you smiled softly, it seemed that the whole mission had begun weighing down on the girl and you couldn't help but feel for her.

"Just because I look tired doesn't mean I am. I used to stay up all the time." Crossing your arms and insisting that you bobbed your head putting emphasis on each point. "And you know what, one time I even got tackled in the hallway by Mista. Now that was a memorable night." Having added that you could hear her give a short airy laugh, the edges of her lips raised once more into a subtle smile.

"Well then if you insist that you don't feel tired..." Shifting in place Trish let out a hum tilting herself enough so that her head fell comfortably onto one of your shoulders, "Then I am tired." Closing her eyes after saying that you could only let out a soft sigh. You found it comforting to know that she liked you enough to use your shoulder as a pillow.

"Rest then, I'll wake you up in a bit." Murmuring that and nodding the girls pink locks lightly rubbed against your cheek, the soft texture made you think of cotton candy right away.

Now against your better judgment and what you'd said to Trish earlier, you ended up leaning on her head softly falling into a light snooze yourself. The comfort she'd provided seemed warm enough for you to just doze off, everything happening prior to that seemed to just fade away from your mind.

Feeling like Giorno and Mista could deal with driving themselves Fugo entered the room right away catching sight of you and Trish on the couch.

The two of you appeared rather content with leaning amongst one another and the blond could only wish he'd joined the room sooner.

It seemed that Trish had been trying small things here and there to get closer to you and if she thought nobody noticed- she was wrong. When it came to you each member of the team was aware of the others feelings. While some could be more secretive about them, others would openly make quick comments, the ones who made comments though often got shushed by the others.

Then of course there were the silent shows of affection, they weren't quite full on acts but it was something and not nothing.

He himself took a more subtle approach, checking in on you and chatting with you wherever he could. Though in doing so he'd begun thinking that maybe you just liked him as a friend.

It wasn't uncommon for you to engage in skin ship with anyone when using your stand. Though a good chunk of the time you used it, it seemed like you moved and acted in a way that wasn't necessary.

You were very attentive when it came to the team's health.

The way you'd check in with everyone after any fights, always made him feel warm. It made him think back to Pompeii, not the part where you came back bludgeoned but just after that.

When everything was said and done he'd of course dragged both Giorno and Abbacchio back to the van returning to pick you up off the ground. Your head lolled to the side resting along the fabric of his jacket while he walked back to the van. Placing you into the passenger seat as though you were made of glass he couldn't help but take advantage of the moment spending a minute or so to just observe you.

Though at the time, bruises littered the side of your face so there was more concern than anything else.

Moving to pull the seat belt over you, he was shocked to have heard you speak. It was almost like a weird jolt rushed through his body like he'd been caught doing something he wasn't supposed to.

Yeah...that was a time, then after talking and starting up the van you'd asked for his hand. He knew it was to heal the injuries he had, but even after fixing them neither of you let go, just spending the rest of the rise back, hands laced together.

Maybe you didn't just think of him as a friend...

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