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Giorno and the enemy bounced around the small puddle jumping from various different sources of water before appearing back in the stall. Aerosmith fired some more rounds and it had felt like Narancia didn't listen to what you'd said about watching where he shot.

Wanting to scold the teen for doing just that you realized that from the look he held that there was a plan forming in mind.

"It disappeared from the radar! Shit! They got away!" Hearing him yell out, you could see how intently focused on the radar he was, remaining as still as possible to find where the two had gone.

Darting out of the bathroom Narancia didn't bother filling you in just knowing that you'd follow along. The both of you ran through the inside of the restaurant following after Aerosmith and stopping before a large fish tank. Your butterfly fluttered around the top unsure itself on how to help the bleeding blond inside.

Approaching the tank the two inside moved from one section of water to another once more, Narancia's stand following closely behind and before you knew it the both of you were standing in the kitchens doorway. A pot had been flipped over and now Giorno rested along the floor beside the shark stand.

"Take this, you fishy bastard!-" "Wait Narancia! The gas." Quickly catching the black haired males attention, you pointed towards where the pot of water once was showing that the stoves burners were still on.

Seizing the moment the enemy stand once again chomped onto Giorno acting as though it was going to teleport off once more. "You know, if I can't shoot..." Aerosmith zoomed forward though instead of shooting, it's front propellers were used to attack and cut the stand. "I have other ways of killing you!"

The small stand was flipped off the blond landing on another puddle on the floor, "Yes! I got the enemy! Bucciarati! Mista! The enemy's here! Abbacchio, the enemy's able to move from liquid to liquid!" Hearing Narancia call out to the others you almost didn't bat an eyelash if not for coming to the realization that he was telling the truth.

"Narancia! You just said the right thing!" Pointing that out both you and the dark haired teen shared a look of surprise before focusing your attention on Giorno who'd begun coughing. Wanting to help the blond right away you hesitated, the enemy stand could still travel through liquid and Giorno was still soaked to the bone.

Running steps quickly sounded before the other three who'd been called arrived, Mista had his pistol in hand as he drew closer towards the kitchen. Eyes darting between where you and Narancia were then over towards the stand. "Giorno's- That must be the enemy! Here we go, Sex Pistols, Pistols!" Seeing Mista raise his gun you realized that firing it would trigger the gas.

"Wait don-" "Shoot, Mista!" Snapping your head over towards Narancia as he yelled and you knew that whatever stand was used on him before had been reactivated. With the click of the gun, the room's gas was ignited instantly. A burst of flames and had knocked everyone off their feet, the explosion itself leaving you disoriented.

You could barely hear Giorno and Narancia exchange words before the blond disappeared once more, a blue ladybug brooch being the only thing left behind.

"You bastard! Why'd you tell me to shoot?! The room was filled with gas!" Having been injured by the explosion much like the other Mista held an eye closed.

Staring in shock at what had just occurred Narancia casted his gaze over to where you'd been knocked down to, whatever he was saying merely met with silence as the loud ringing in your ears didn't stop. It wasn't really till his gaze darted back towards the other three that you were able to hear what he'd called out.

"Look out! It's the enemy! The enemy's above!" Hearing that you pushed yourself off the floor ignoring the burning sensation prickling your skin from the intense heat.

"He means below! It's below! Stay away from the water!" Reiterating what was said and pushing yourself up some more to get the three away from the spilled water something whizzed by your face hashly cutting into the left side of it. "Narancia! Go find the users and Giorno!"

Merely nodding at what you'd said he darted out of the kitchen towards wherever leaving you to deal with whatever injuries anyone sustained.

"Wait, you knew about how the stand works and didn't say anything?" Turning his head and staring at you Mista held his right hand, the skin of which had been cut open by the shark stand.

"Of course I did. Giorno found out in the bathroom too, you were just too all over the place with questions that I couldn't say anything." Somewhat scolding the gunslinger and reaching out to take his injured hand into your own, you activated your stand addressing the other two. "How are your injuries?"

Rubbing the back of his head Abbacchio responded with a grumble, a small cut had been sliced into his own face which you assume he'd gotten from the initial explosion. "Dumbass, you could've told us what was happening."

"I could've but I was a bit preoccupied with putting most of it together myself." Muttering that out in response you raised Mista's hand up to your good eye making sure it was fully fixed before offering a hand towards Bruno. The man in question seemed the least injured out of the group and upon using your stand you were proven correct. "But I'll tell you guys now. There's two stands meaning two enemy's, one that was a shark looking thing which could travel through different liquids while the other has the ability to make Narancia say the opposite of what he means."

Kneeling before Abbacchio and moving to cup his face you turned it assessing the damage, his left eye much like your own seemed to have been a struggle to open so you chose to focus mostly on it before switching to the cut on his cheek and then whatever was left. "We should go back to the table and wait for them to come back, I think Narancia's capable of taking care of things now."

Pulling back and rising to your feet all too quickly you ended up stumbling a bit, the lack of vision and damage done to yourself from the blast had completely slipped your mind.

"Careful stupid! You can't fix yourself as fast as others." Since you were kneeling in front of him before stumbling Abbacchio had seized your arm quickly. His eyes scanned the side of your face before turning you to face him some more catching sight of your closed left eye.

"I'll be fine, it's just to the table and it's just a scratch." Insisting that you could tell right away that he was unconvinced.

"You said that on the train too. You never take care of yourself." Lolling your head back a huff escaped your lips in response to what Mista added, you could faintly remember that conversation.

"Am I really getting teamed up on right now? Come on. What about you Bruno?" Turning your attention towards the dark haired man he just sighed in response shaking his head and turning back towards the main room.

"I'd have to agree, you need to start taking better care of yourself or there won't be a you to take care of others." The two left behind both nodded at what was said and you could only let out a groan in defeat.

"Now let's head back." Not even thinking twice about what he was doing Abbacchio leaned down swiping an arm beneath your knees scoping you up. The man's gaze was focused ahead and any complaints the gunslinger muttered behind went ignored.

"If you're still bleeding when we get back to the table I'll take care of it."

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Y/N getting teamed up on in the kitchen:

So I'm thinking of writing a oneshot book. . .but I'm not sure yet maybe I'll wait till I finish my course. . .

Anywho here's another chapter :D Hope it was enjoyable!