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Raising a leg to kneel on one of the seats Mista rested a hand on his face, "Yeah, just barely though. Let's live it up in Venice for a few days before we go home. I hear the food's great there."

Perking up at the mention of food Narancia quickly chimed in, "They have good food here? I just remembered I was hungry. What kind of food do they have?" Tuning out the conversation you took the time to survey everyone's expression. There hasn't been much time for anyone to relax and just seeing the slight smile on everyone's face brought one to your own.

"Hey, you idiots!" Snapping your gaze back towards the back of the boat where Bruno had yelled from he continued, "Don't let your guard down! The mission's not over yet! Narancia keep an eye on the radar." The aforementioned black haired male right away went back to scanning the area.

Raising from his seat Giorno turned to face the Capo, "Bucciarati, I volunteer to be her bodyguard in the tower. I'll take her to the top of the bell tower." Insisting that the two stared at one another seemingly having a non verbal conversation before Abbacchio shot up from his seat gripping the blonds shoulder with one hand and pointing accusingly with the other.

"Who the hell do you think you are?! Bucciarati's the Capo, so of course he's going to take her, you dumbass! The boss didn't specify anyone because he didn't know who was still alive!" Hearing that your gaze moved between the three of them before Trish rose from the seat beside you, still clutching your hand in hers.

"I want (Y/N) to escort me." Nearly choking on your own saliva as she said that the rest of the team stared at the two of you.

"Trish, (Y/N) can't be the one to escort yo-" "And why not?" Quickly cutting Bruno off she moved past him stepping off the boat and onto the stairs, all the while tugging you along. "She's capable of taking me and I'm comfortable with her. What's the problem with that?"

Casting his gaze between the both of you Bruno let out a sigh, "Trish, you need to understand that whoever goes with you has to be your bodyguard and not to slander (Y/N), but she's just the team's medic." Bruno's words no lie kind of hurt, but they were true. Sure you could act on impulse and make split second decisions, but being someone's bodyguard wasn't really your forte.

"So? The instructions said to bring one person and I want that person to be (Y/N)." Once again insisting that Trish and Bruno had an intense staring contest, neither wanting to back down from their given statements.

"Hey uh, why don't we let you and Bruno go in...and I can send my stand with you guys? It's small and in a way I can be there with you without breaking the rules." Trying to find a middle ground for the two, your eyes bounced between them.

God you hoped that was a good solution.

Pursing her lips together and pulling her gaze away from the dark haired man they focused on you, a subtle frown was etched onto her expression but her grip on your hand relaxed. "It won't be the same but..." Giving her hand a comforting squeeze you watched Bruno let out a sigh.

The guys on the boat exchanged a few words with the Capo before he turned towards the two of you, "We should go, Trish."

A deep breath left the pink haired girl and her hand fell from your own before she leaned forward delivering a quick peck to your lips. A very quick and short gesture but right away you could feel your face heat up.

Turning without a word she glances back sparing you a wave before heading toward the building beside Bruno.

Staring at their departing forms you quickly recalled what you'd said hastily moving to cup your hands together, a puff of gold rose from between then and the golden butterfly once appeared once more quickly following after the two and landing gently against the pink haired girls hair.

"(Y/N) you should get back on the boat." Calling out to you from his spot Giorno let out a hum, eyes fixated on the computer in his lap tracing something with his finger. Giving a nod at what he'd said you stepped back down the stairs occupying the spot beside the blond.

You were curious as to what he was doing and would've asked if not for Narancia speaking up, "Say (Y/N), your face is red. Like very red." Leaning over from beside Mista the black haired teen extended a finger poking the side of your face before his hand was slapped away.

"Okay and?" Letting out a huff, you raised both hands resting them on your cheeks, "I'm not intentionally making them red. I can't control it." Giving the teen a slight glare he merely just let out another hum speaking once more.

"Oh so you're blushing? Was it because Trish kissed you?" Shaking your head at the guy you rubbed your face, why was he asking these questions? Standing up from your seat and moving to step off the boat you paused at his next set of words. "Did you blush too when you and Mista kissed?"

Snapping their heads towards Narancia at hearing that both Abbacchio and Fugo stared between you and the gunslinger, a 'what!' left them both simultaneously. "When did that happen?! And how come we're just finding out about it now?!" Abbacchio's tone of voice was strong and daggers hypothetically were shot towards Mista.

Merely raising your hands into the air and stepping off the boat you took a seat by the top of the stairs, "Ok well, I wasn't aware anyone knew, I was actually hoping nobody would find out till we could talk about it." Trying to find the proper wording your gaze narrowed towards Mista. "But I guess that didn't work and someone blabbed."

"Giorno was the one who asked! Blame him!" Pointing a finger accusingly towards the blond you let out a sigh, you didn't expect this to have been brought up this soon.

"Mista yelled it out when I asked, which would explain how Narancia found out." Simply stating that and hopping off the boat himself he sat beside you. A sort of annoyed aura began brewing by where the front of the boat was.

"What?! You can't blame me now! You would've brought it up at some point. I just did it sooner." Jumping up from his seat, Mista had a hand around the dark haired males neck shaking him vigorously.

"Well you should learn to keep your mouth shut! I haven't even brought it up since the train!" Shaking the teen some more he added on. "You'd better stop talking or I'm going to drown you in the canal!"

"Damn, I don't know what I expected when Bucciarati said this was a friendly competition." Muttering that under his breath Abbacchio stared at the two currently yelling at one another before directing his attention towards where you sat. It irked him to see you and the blond beginning a different conversation, or to just see you sitting beside the blond in general. But currently his mind was focused towards what had just transpired and the new information given.

"Will both of you shut up already! You're making too much noise." Barking that out at the two bickering, Narancia and Mista separated quickly sitting on opposite sides of the boat. "Jeez you guys are children." Crossing his arms and adding that quickly Abbacchio shook his head.

"Say Giorno, why are you looking at a map of the building?" Asking that upon hearing him mumble some things he spared you a glance before answering.

"I'm tracking whatever Bucciarati left my broach on, I think it's the boss."

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Y/N almost this whole chapter:

Hope this chapter is alright! The reader got a little kith kith from our girl Trish and as you can probably tell the gang learned about the train incident haha.

Anyways hope you all enjoyed this chapter! I'll see ya again Wednesday!