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"Mista, we safely retrieved the disc thanks to you." Crouching down beside the injured man Giorno spared him a smile raising a hand to showing the red plastic case.

"Great, that's amazing. Now let's hurry up and get me fixed up. I-I can't breath." letting out a strained response the gunslinger stared up at the sky, "I wouldn't have been able to show that kind of resolve if not for people on the team being able to help." Referring to the fact that both you and Giorno could fix things the man stared up at the blond.

He knew finding you would take a bit, so getting the blond to fix him up sounded better than nothing, "Hurry and fix me up, before I actually die."

"Of course. But I'd like to clear some things up first, firstly Golden Experience doesn't exactly fix things. It creates parts of your body. I'll give life to the bullets embedded in your body and plug up the arteries and other parts that were destroyed. Secondly you still haven't answered my question from the car."

"Just shut up and do it already."

Blinking down in responce Giorno let out a sigh, "Since I'm not exactly healing you your pain will remain. Please don't complain to me later." Golden Experience appeared beside him after speaking and a hand was rested on top of Mista's chest activating the stand's ability.

Right away the gunslinger began whining, "Ow! O-Ow! Be more gentle! Be more gentle, damn it! Giorno!"

Rolling his eyes at the squirming man Giorno let out a huff, "I told you, I can't. You're a gangster for crying out loud. Please quit fussing. There are about 18 more wounds, so you'll have to remove some of your clothes for me to plug the rest."

Somehow moving off towards a bench the blond continued to use his stand on the screeching man, "Ah come on Giorno! (Y/N)'s way is much nicer! Just leave the rest to her!" Whining that out and flailing around the blond just sighed once more for the millionth time.

"Well, tell me what happened and maybe we can wait for her." Feeling like now would be a good time to re-ask the question, Mista screeched from the pain once more before shouting out. "Fine! Fine! We accidentally kissed!"

Golden Experience stopped briefly as Giorno heard this, he wanted to know what happened of course but now knowing he couldn't help but slightly envy the gunslinger. "Oh, so that would explain why she's so awkward around you."

Nodding towards what the blond had said Mista took a deep breath staring up at the sky, "Yeah, I mean. I've been meaning to talk to her about it, but there isn't really time to do that." Explaining that Mista let out a sigh. It wasn't like you were avoiding him like the plague, it was just that there was never a time he could talk to you without the others around.

"I'm sure there will be a time," Insisting that the blond hummed before adding on, "But before we go back to see when that time will be, we're still going to have to treat your wounds here and now." Upon hearing that Mista let out a whine once more, having to endure Golden Experiences ability.

Neither of them really heard Narancia pass by on a boat having heard a good chunk of their conversation.

Spinning the newly acquired DISC on top of the table in front of him the black haired Capo let out a hum, his blue hues stared at the computer's screen before directing it up and out through the glass ceiling. "How much longer till we get there?" Aiming that question towards the strawberry blond peering through the window a quick response was given.

"We're almost at Rialto Bridge. It'll be at least another five minutes."

Giving a nod at that information Bruno hummed, "All right. Keep going."

Leaning into view of the turtle Giorno spoke asking the man a question, "Bucciarati, what was the mission from the boss?"

Knowing that Bruno was going to look at the DISC once more you hopped off the couch heading over to lean just over the man's shoulder. Yourself and Trish had woken up not too long ago so you opted for lightly resting your chin on his shoulder hoping he wouldn't mind.

Popping the disk back into the computer and letting it load he spoke, "I'm reconfirming the mission from the boss right now." A window quickly popped up on the computer screen and Bruno began reading it out loud. "The information on this disc was inputted the moment all of you boarded the train at Naples. Therefore, I'd like to warn you that I have no way of knowing how many more are after you, or how many members you've lost at this point in time. The information on this disc is the safest way for me to meet my daughter, and also your final mission."

"Let me also warn you that should you deviate even in the slightest from the instructions on this disc, it will be unforgivable. If any of you do anything other than what's instructed of you, even if it's accidental, I will consider it a warning that you mean to harm me. Here is your final mission."

Another window popped up on the screen showing a map before zooming in on one specific area, "You will now head to the island of San Giorgio Maggiore. The place you will take my daughter is the top of the great bell tower of the church there. Once you take my daughter there, your mission will be over."

"Instruction one: There are no stairs to the top of the tower. Currently, there is only one elevator that goes to the top. The only ones allowed in the elevator are Trish and one bodyguard. Instruction two: The bodyguard is prohibited from carrying any knives, guns, cell phones, or anything else. Instruction three: You must land on the island within fifteen minutes of retrieving the disc. There is a tracking device in the disc, so I know where you are. Instruction four: The rest of you will wait on the boat. You are not allowed on the island." Finishing with that Bruno let out a hum once again letting his eyes scan over each word. "That's all of it."

Pushing away from the man's chair, your gaze moved towards Trish. Her shoulders were slouched over while she pulled one of her legs close. She looked tense, but you couldn't really blame her.

"Bucciarati, we have arrived."

The three of you exited the turtle now occupying some seats inside the boat, Trish had moved to somewhat nestle herself into your side moving her hand in an odd gesture. Not really knowing what she was asking for you placed your own hand over hers watching her thread her fingers between yours holding it tightly.

"So, the boss is at the top of the tower right now..." Verbalizing his thoughts Narancia stared at the large structure somewhat tapping his foot against the bottom of the boat.

Staring at the structure as well Fugo let out a noise in thought, "Those are pretty detailed instructions. He seems extremely cautious. But I guess you couldn't be a mafia boss otherwise."

"Exactly, I mean imagine being the head of the Italian mafia. There must be a lot of people who want his head." Absentmindedly saying that you nibbled on the inside of your cheek adding on, "But beside that I guess this is where our mission ends." Trish's hand tightened around your own hearing that and you could tell she was dreading heading inside to meet her dad.

"Guess you're alright. I mean we all made it out alive, so I guess all's well that ends well."

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Narancia hearing Giorno and Mista's conversation:

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