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Staring down at you the pink haired girl let out a deep sigh, she was confused to say the least when the others entered with their unconscious teammate, but in all honesty she's rather them be unconscious than dead.

Shifting your head in place so that it rested in her lap easier, her delicate fingers trailed through your (H/C) strands brushing them out and twirling a few pieces. Her gaze lingered over your face, lips pulling down into a frown at the sight. "Giorno, are you able to tell what kind of damage she has?" Calling out to the blond and pulling him away from what he was doing a hum escaped his lips.

"Golden Experience was able to find out that she has two broken ribs, some fractured ones and head trauma. But considering what her stand is I'm sure she'll be up in no time." Speaking confidently the blonde's gaze trailed over your face. He could plainly see that you appeared much better than before now that the blood dotting over your face had been cleaned off courtesy of Trish.

Giving a nod at what he'd said her gaze once again focused back on you, one of her hands lightly trailed over your cheek tracing over the side of it. It was times like these that a part of her wished that her own stand had healing capabilities or the likes, but that wasn't the case.

Flickering his own gaze towards where you and Trish were Bruno's lips downturned into a subtle frown, his gaze also trailed towards Abbacchio seeing that the man was still out cold. Though he wouldn't blame him, the man did almost die just minutes ago.

Adjusting the cuffs of his jacked and turning towards the blonde, his eyes focused on the computer, "Any luck? Try checking Interpol or even the Sardinian police records." Pausing to let Giorno catch up he added on, "Do these fingerprints match any records?"

"It's no use. There are no hits. Even if the boss had a previous record, odds are he made sure it was erased." Explaining that Giorno moved his gaze to the man beside him.

Standing tall and resting a hand on his hip Bruno focused his eyes on the floor in thought, "But it has to be somewhere...That's why he tried eliminating his own daughter and fears letting anyone know what he looks like."

Understanding what the man was saying Giorno pursed his lips into a line, "Why don't we look through the records of the dead? The boss might've faked his own death."

"Let's give it a shot."

Remaining quiet in her seat for the most part Trish clicked her tongue, fingers once again raking through your hair as if to calm her own nerves. "We can't let him get away with this." The two both right away focused their attention on the pink haired girl as she continued. "A moment ago, just for a little while, I felt the same thing I felt in Venice. The only one who got close to Abbacchio and (Y/N) was..."

"My father." Her eyes hardened and right away moved towards the coffee table spying the stone head resting on top, distaste was clear on her expression and a deep burning hatred filled her being wishing she could do nothing more than slam the rock against the ground till it was no more than mere dust. "The man who made an attempt to finish them off with his own hands."

"Are you saying the boss is here Trish?"

"Yes. I don't know where he is right now, but he's nearby." Biting the inside of her cheek, her eyes moved towards where Abbacchio rested then where you were. It was awful to think that the both of you had targets on your backs from the start, Abbacchio because of Moody Blues and you because fighting someone is much easier without their main medic.

Kill two birds with one stone.

That was really the only conclusion she could come up with, though she supposed that he'd want to keep his face out of the question entirely- leading to the heavy attack on Abbacchio first.

"Bucciarati-" "Not right now! If we don't find out the boss's identity for sure and kill him, we're going to lose. We have to track down his identity first!" Each word was voiced with assertion and a clear goal was clarified.

A beep sounded from the laptop before the blonde and the screen showed no matches, "No hits."

"It's no use...The boss is meticulous." It seemed as though all the determination Bruno had mere seconds ago had disappeared, his head now began to flood with more pessimistic thoughts. "It's impossible to track him down any farther." An alarm right away sounded after he spoke and the room went silent as a voice spoke through the computers speakers.

"That's not true! You have already tracked him down."

"What?"

"All that's left now is to find a way to defeat him. I've been waiting so long for people like you, Who'd do everything they could to track this man down!" The facial comparing software what was once running on the laptop airily melted away into a different program, one now displaying a sphere surrounded by coding.

Shocked that another person has entered the equation Bruno spoke urgently, "Someone tracked us down instead! Giorno, cut the connection quick!-"

"Wait! Don't cut me off!" The voice on the other end desperately called out in retaliation, "I'm on your side! You want to defeat Diavolo, don't you?" The mention of a name caused the three to pause in shock. Trish at this point had softly slipped away from the couch now standing to Giorno's left.

Her eyes were wide from the new information and she couldn't help but repeat what he'd said, "Diavolo?"

"Please believe me. I knew deep in my heart that someone who wanted to defeat Diavolo would eventually show up. That's why I always kept this line open. I've been waiting for so long...I waited for years, filled with hope. I'm on your side!"

Narrowing his eyes towards the screen doubt clouded the ebony haired man's mind, one can never be too cautious on who to trust, especially now. "I don't know about that. Diavolo? Just because you said that name doesn't guarantee that you're on our side." Turning his attention back towards the blond orders were once again given. "Giorno, cut the connection."

"His stand is able to skip through time!" The last minute announcement halted the blond from cutting anything off and a noise of surprise left him. "Did you know that? Though I'm sure that you're in a hurry to find out who he is because you know that."

"He's on our side...This guy's on our side. No underling of my father's could've survived knowing his stand ability." Pointing a hand towards the screen Trish found herself vouching for the voice, why else would he have contacted them in the way he did?

"Be quiet, Trish. We can't reveal more about ourselves just yet." Scolding the girl quickly before she said anything else Giorno's attention went back towards the monitor as Bruno spoke up.

Gaze hardened with new resolve, "All right. Let's hear what you have to say. First, tell us your name."

"My name doesn't matter. My body is already in a state that prevents me from fighting. What's important is whether or not you are actually able to defeat him. His ability to erase time had no weakness. I'm sure you're planning to assassinate him, but you are certain to fail!"

Digesting the new information presented Bruno leaned down still intently focused on what was said before speaking himself, "Are you implying that you know of a way to defeat the boss?"

"His King Crimson is invincible! But I do know of a slight possibility to defeat him. It's just a possibility, though."

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Hope you all are having a pleasant spring break! Here's chapter 67 for you all as well as my really rough draft of what Y/N's stand is

And incase any of you were wondering the namesake is from a song named Valkyrie by ONEUS!

If there's any questions on the stand please feel free to ask (I'll try to answer to the best of my ability)