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Wiping a hand across the back window and looking through it, a hum left the gunslinger, "Giorno, there's no one tailing us so far." Calling that to the blond upfront, Giorno let out a hum in responce.

"There's no one coming from the front either. The city is still asleep, we're the only car on this road." Keeping his eyes on the road ahead the blond leaned back into his seat, the windows around the vehicle kept fogging up. "Which means we have some time before arriving at Venesia."

Shifting once more in place the blond peered up through the rearview mirror looking towards his companion, "Now just out of curiosity, what happened back on the train?" Asking a something he'd been wondering since they left the lot, Giorno's turquoise hues flickered back onto the road.

Being the watchful person he was, he could tell something had happened on the train between Mista and you. The lack of conversation between the both of you and how you avoided contact at all cost with the man really made him wonder.

Coughing into his hand upon hearing that question Mista rubbed it along the window, "Just the aging stand guy and damn why do the windows keep fogging up so quickly?" Merely answering with the bare minimum he tried to direct the blonds' focus back onto the windows before the car swerved quickly regaining traction. "What the hell?!"

"I apologize. The tires just slipped a bit."

"On a straight bridge like this? Be more careful, damn it! Do you even have a license?"

"No. I'm only fifteen." Staring through the rearview mirror once more Giorno gave the man a deadpanned look, "And also you're barely answering my question." Feeling like maybe he had to word it differently the blond took a more direct approach.

"You and (Y/N). Something happened between you both and I just want to make sure it's not going to affect the teams dynamic."

The last bit was more of a bluff. He knew it wouldn't affect the teams dynamic but figured by adding that he'd have a better chance at getting an answer.

"It won't affect the dynamic, it'll be fine." Still brushing off the question Mista's gaze moved towards the window across from him focusing on something stuck to it, "What's that thing stuck on the window? It's on the inside. I didn't notice it when I was looking outside..."

Realizing that whatever it was was shaped oddly and coloured differently than the window he stared at it in shock, "It's a finger!" Uneasily raising a hand up and turning it he could see that he was indeed missing a finger, his pinky to be exact.

"Let's open up the windows a bit. It's morning, so the different temperatures inside and outside the car are fogging them up." Coming up with a logical explanation for why the car was foggy he pulled a hand off the wheel rolling down one of the windows only for a strong gust to blow in, "Wh-What? What's with this wind?-" A picture flew in from outside sticking to the blonds face as a foreign voice began speaking.

"At first, we were scared and frozen...but with the help of a computer it wasn't too hard to recreate the ashes that were laying next to Pericolo in the photo. You guys are naive! There's no way you can get away from the Hitman Team!" A thud sounded against the top of the car and a dent had been punched into the roof.

"An enemy?! They somehow got onto the roof of the car!" Exclaiming that and seeing more dents begin appearing the blond stared back at the gunslinger sitting back. "Mista, what are you doing?! Shoot the roof!"

"The car's being frozen at an insane speed. It's so cold that my finger got stuck to the window and broke off before I even felt the cold. If I don't peel my face off of it, my brain's gonna freeze up." Saying that Mista's words came out muffled from having been half covered in ice. "But I'm not sure if I want to sacrifice my face either."

"Where is the turtle? I don't see the turtle inside the car. You two aren't with Trish and Bucciarati? If you're actually bothering to split up...I got it! That means you must be on a mission to get something extremely important. The location in the picture...there must be something at the station in Venice!"

Right as the man finished Mista stared at his hand watching blood begin moving, right away whipping out his pistol he fired a few shots through the roof.

The bullets each let out a war cry before shouting out, "The guy's encased himself in ice and froze himself to the roof of the car!"

"The bullets can't get through to him!"

Now while Mista and Giorno dealt with their new buddy, the rest of the team remained unaware of what was happening either resting or reading one of the magazines.

"I don't understand how they can still be asleep, hasn't it been like an hour?" Crossing his arms from the end of the sofa Abbacchio's yellow and purple hues drifted up from the magazine he'd been reading towards where you and Trish were.

The both of you had ended up somewhat hugging one another, the pink haired girl's head rested along your stomach while her arms wrapped around you. Meanwhile you were subconsciously playing with her hair.

Mind you, the both of you were sound asleep.

"They look like a couple." Once again commenting that Abbacchio let out a huff, he wasn't against the two of you taking a nap or anything, it was just how close you both seemed. He clicked his tongue in distaste afterwards, a part of him envying the girl, although it wasn't like him to openly want something like that to happen.

"They're just resting Abbacchio. There's no need to make a fuss." Letting out a sigh and flipping the page of his book, Bruno briefly glanced up towards what Abbacchio was complaining about and could right away pick up why the pale haired man was so focused on the two of you.

He knew right away what the white haired man was feeling, mainly because he could feel that sort of envy himself.

He hadn't admitted anything to himself yet, but he was aware of his own feelings.

"You say that but I can see it in your eyes that you're thinking something else." Raising a hand and pointing an accusing finger towards the Capo, Abbacchio once again let out a huff before directing his pointer finger towards Fugo. "And you too. You haven't said anything but I can see right through you."

Dropping the magazine he'd been looking at into his lap the wrinkled edges were quickly revealed as the blond raised his hands, "Don't drag me into this, you're the one getting jealous."

Standing up from his seat and storming over Abbacchio's face twisted into a scowl, "Listen here, in no way am I jealous. What reason would there be?"

"Because you like her." Although it was four words Abbacchio went quiet, his hand fell to his side and a scoff left his lips.

"Okay yeah sure, but why would that matter?" His tone of voice had dropped into a hushed whisper, becoming more cautious as to not wake you or Trish up. If you heard the conversation he surely wouldn't know how to react, it wasn't even really something he'd admitted to himself till now.

"Because I like her too."

Staring between the two Bruno let out a light hum closing his book, the man leaned back into his seats crossing his legs. The action quickly catching Fugo and Abbacchio's attention.

"Well then, I guess we will be having a friendly competition."

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Another lovely chapter for you all! Hope you enjoy!