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"Mista, stop being an ass he's answering your questions and you know if you're unhappy with the answers then maybe ask him when he hasn't just gone through a near death experience." You've had enough of the gunslinger yelling at Narancia having ended up placing yourself between the two. You had an idea on why Narancia was acting the way he was, but you just needed to piece some more things together first.

"But he keeps contradicting himself! There's no time to screw around!" Insisting that Mista tried and failed to win back your favour, it was obvious that nothing swayed your judgement. Narancia seemed to stare into the back of your head in hope, he felt like if anyone was going to see past what was happening, it'd be you.

Nearing the group Abbacchio stopped beside Bruno, "There's no one suspicious nearby. Apparently, it's a remote-controlled stand." The information given made sense considering nobody had encountered anyone of high suspicion.

"That must mean that the user is watching us from somewhere." Pointing towards the boat Giorno added on, "In that case, we should leave here immediately. Let's follow the canal out to sea." Turning to begin heading back to the boat he was stopped right away as Narancia grabbed hold of his arm tugging back.

"Yeah, Giorno! Let's do it! Let's use the channel!" Covering his mouth right after those words left his lips sweat ran down the teens face.

"Yes, Narancia. That's what I just...Narancia?"

"Narancia, why do you keep covering your mouth? Let me see it." Narancia right away complied, opening his mouth and pointing towards it. "What the hell? It's completely normal."

Closing his mouth and dropping his arms in defeat Narancia let out a sigh, "Yup! I'm totally fine! There's no problem at all Mista!" Staring at the two your eyes once again focused on Narancia, lips pressing into a firm line.

"So, what are going to do, Bucciarati? Are we going out to sea?" Asking the dark haired man that and casting his gaze towards the boat, Bruno just pursed his lips.

"No. Let's not follow the channel just yet. This is our chance. We're going to use it to defeat that enemy!" Catching the group's attention Bruno began speaking. "The boss wasn't expecting our betrayal, which means there probably aren't that many members of his elite guard here. If we defeat him now, I'm sure we'll be able to get through the seas of Venice just fine."

Giving a hum at what he was saying you nodded along, Bruno's plans were not ones to often fail so you trusted the man with your whole being.

"I see. You have a point. I agree." "Yeah, I agree." "Very well, Bucciarati. If you say so." Mista, Abbacchio and Giorno all voiced their agreements to the plan and Bruno spoke once more. "Abbacchio, could you use Moody Blues to replay what happened?"

The white haired man gave a nod, "Yeah, sure. Where do you want to start? From when the soup was still on the table?" The two men neared the table intending to use Abbacchio's stand before Narancia had hopped out in front. "What the hell, Narancia?"

Wanting to know why the teen had stopped the duo, your attention was quickly pulled back towards the sound of splashing just behind you where the canal was. No boats passed by and fish didn't often rise out of the water, so out of sheer curiosity you peered back catching sight of a metallic fin protruding out of the water.

"What! Thats-" "Guys! The enemy's right over there!" Narancia's voice cut you off and his hand was raised pointing towards where you were looking before something compelled his arm to move pointing off elsewhere.

"Over there? You mean inside the restroom?" Right away moving to approach the area Bruno, Abbacchio and Mista stood on guard. Yourself and Giorno on the other hand stared towards Narancia's expression as tears streamed from his eyes.

"Giorno! (Y/N)! Come on!" At the call Giorno turned heading towards the rest while you lingered behind, five people in a bathroom seemed like enough and besides, there was something you wanted to test out.

"Narancia, was the stand you saw a shark?" The males eyes quickly snapped up to meet your own and a glimmer of hope filled them before his mouth opened, responding with a 'no' leading you to rephrase your question, "Was the stand not a shark?"

To say he was ecstatic was an understatement, a yes could finally leave his lips and in that moment of excitement he clasped your shoulders in his hands, "I hate you so much right now." He was relieved that someone had been able to crack the case and figure out what was going on, but in reality there was only so much you could help with. "Leave. I'm not going to help anyone."

Pausing for a second to process what he was actually saying you gave a nod trusting what he had in mind watching him dart off towards the bathroom. Leaving you to just take a seat back at the table, the commotion from inside seemed like enough and eventually Bruno and Abbacchio exited.

"God that kid, I swear." Muttering that Abbacchio shook his head, an annoyed look crossed over his expression as he slipped into the seat beside you. "Be glad you didn't go in there." Adding that the man let out a huff crossing his arms afterwards.

Mista soon came back out releasing a groan, "Really though, can't believe he was just pulling out leg." Knowing that there was a part of the story missing and that the blond as well as Narancia haven't returned, you wordlessly slipped out of your seat.

Knowing that the men's bathroom should be off limits to females you merely poked your head in catching sight of Narancia and Giorno. The handle beside Narancia was busted up and you could only assume it was from Aerosmith.

"You seem to be under attack by something, but there must be some reason you can't tell us the truth." Piecing things together one by one it seemed as though Giorno was still missing a piece which you gladly decided to fill him in on.

"There's two users, Giorno. One for why Narancia can't tell the truth and another that's a shark thing."

The blond quickly turned his attention towards where you peeked in, what you said would make sense as to what was happening. "So like an ability to make you say the opposite of what you mean?"

You nodded in confirmation to what he'd clarified, "That's exactly it! But I'm not sure how the other one wo-" Water that'd pooled along the bathrooms floor had gradually become the perfect place for an attack and before you knew it the same metallic shark from the canal leaped out landing it's jaws around Giorno's neck.

"Giorno!" Both yourself and Narancia watched as the blond was pulled back into the puddle, Aerosmith was back in the aid in no time firing where the two were before seemingly teleporting to another puddle. "Narancia! You have to be careful or you'll end up shooting Giorno!"

Now that you've seen the enemy stand in action you could assume it traveled between areas of liquid, no matter how big or small they were. Narancia also seemed to come to that conclusion as the two of you exchanged a look.

Still conscious Giorno tried to speak but was quickly cut short as he and the enemy stand disappeared. Only Aerosmith's bullets hitting the tile flooring were left in their place.

"You'll splash more water around like that. Use your radar and I'll try tracking him too." Seeing him give a nod in confirmation you cupped your hands together producing a golden puff before your stand popped out.

The butterfly fluttering through the air heading towards whoever you'd asked it to follow

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