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Seeing 'Narancia' turn and walk away from the group you momentarily set Polnareff onto a ledge choosing to follow the teen curious as to what he was doing. Aerosmith's radar was once again hovering before his face and upon noticing nothing a grin took over his expression. "No one else is showing up on my radar. No one's coming to save him!"

Relief rushed through you and you spared him a wave trying to catch his attention, "That's great then, now we can just go after Chariot." Watching the radar face away from view a relieved smile replaced his large one.

"We did it and now when we get the arrow everything will be over!" Turning back to where the group stood he added on, "Once we get back to Naples, I'm gonna go to school! I wanna eat some piping-hot pizza, too! Authentic margherita from back home, where it's baked over an oak wood fire!" Although he was currently inhabiting your body the teen turned quickly scooping up both of your hands. "We can get some together after all this! Maybe get some porcini mushrooms on it too!"

Releasing a soft laugh at his ramblings you squeezed his hands in response, "That sounds good Narancia and hey maybe we'll run into Fugo after all this." At the recollection of the strawberry blond 'Narancia's expression fell into a more subtle smile, almost nonexistent. His mind wandered back to the blond as well and wondered towards everything the teams faced up until now.

His grip on your hands loosened before being fully released, attention turning to address someone, "Trish! I'm going to protect you until the end! We all will!"

"We will." Adding in your own two words albeit softer than 'Narancia's, 'Trish's expression softened into one of appreciation.

"Narancia...(Y/N)."

Cutting the moment short 'Bruno's voice cut through the air, "Mista. Just in case, shoot both of his legs, too."

"R-Right!" Lowering the gun in hand he turned his attention to the girl beside him, "Trish, you have by bullets. Give them all to me. They're inside my boot." Stating that and telling her where the items were she crouched down right away reaching into them and pulling out some bullets.

Though upon moving to hand them over an odd sensation washed over her body, something akin to when your heart skips a beat.

"Hurry up, would you? Come on, hand over the bullets!" Staring at her hand in shock and ignoring the gunslingers demands she couldn't help but feel unsettled, something didn't feel right.

"M-Mista..." Snapping his gaze towards the ground as the subtle clang of metal sounded his mouth opened letting out a short gasp, a bullet rolled against the concrete floor- one that wasn't there before. Reluctantly opening his hand more sat inside, the sight of which left his mouth feeling dry. A pit now formed in the bottom of his stomach.

"Time just skipped ahead a few seconds!" Coming to the realization of why the two were freaking out, 'Giorno' could feel his heart rate increase as well as his breathing.

So they haven't caught the boss after all.

"Yeah! There are bullets on the ground, but I don't remember hearing them fall!" Yelling that out Polnareff's voice trembled unnoticeably.

"That's impossible! He hasn't moved one bit!" Exclaiming that 'Abbacchio' snapped his head towards Bruno's body, the man himself quickly doing the same.

"Nor have I." Both their eyes focused on the body still laying against the colosseum ground. "Not him bringing out King Crimson or making it disappear, either! And why? He hasn't moved an inch from that spot!"

Sweating nervously from what was happening 'Mista' stared down into his hand of bullets, "Trish, drop one more bullet from my hand." Seeing that she wasn't following he urged on, "Hurry it up! The number of bullets on the ground is four! I can't deal with the number four! Four is the number I just can't have around me! If it fell when you handed them to me, then you have to drop another one!"

Mentioning something about the boss 'Giorno' turned in place calling out to the girl, "Trish, when we were figuring out who was in Bucciarati's body you mentioned you couldn't sense the boss's presence from the body at all right? What about now? Do you sense the boss nearby?"

"But that's not possible! You swapped with Abbacchio, Mista with Trish, and (Y/N) Swapped with Narancia. That means Bucciarati switched with Diavolo! That's Requiem's ability, once it's gone berserk!" Inputting that Polnareff stared up at 'Giorno'.

"I don't really get what's going on, but if time just skipped ahead, then it's a fact that that body isn't the one controlling King Crimson!" Flicking his own gaze towards the body then back 'Giorno' moved to pick Polnareff off the ledge he'd been placed on.

"There's no movement or anything besides us in the area." Quickly bringing up Aerosmith's radar and answering 'Bruno's unasked question the teen squinted his eyes at the dots among the screen, "But wait! There's one missing!" Exclaiming that his eyes darted around the group scanning everyone's face before realizing there was one person missing. "(Y/N)! Where did (Y/N) go!"

Throwing his gaze around and moving to peer down different corridors an uneasy feeling rushed over the teen, you were beside him mere seconds ago and he for sure would have noticed if you'd walked away.

"She was right beside you wasn't she?!" Exclaiming that 'Bruno's own gaze snapped around the colosseum halls before falling upon a faint glow, the luminescent wings of something familiar drifted across his vision before graying and blowing away like leaves in the wind.

A sinking feeling had quickly crept through his body and his gaze eventually found a wet trail, the colour of which was red, pooling along the side where Polnareff once resided. Hesitantly following the stream up his mouth grew dry.

Unaware of what the others were concerned about, 'Mista' once again held out his bullet filled hand essentially begging the girl now. "Trish, please...you need to drop...drop one more bullet from my hand...please."

"I don't know...I don't know why I can't sense the boss. I have no idea why." Sweat pooled along her forehead and that unsettling feeling still lingered.

"Move. Move! Let me through! Please! Impossible! There's no way this should've happened!" Having placed Polnareff down and moved past the group, 'Giorno' stared up in disbelief.

"Keep an eye on our surroundings, Narancia! Mista! Watch our backs!" Narrowing his eyes above, 'Bruno's jaw clenched tightly, the metal bars from above continued to drip vermillion liquid as what was strung through them horrified everyone.

"(Y/N)! Cut the iron bar, Bucciarati! We need to hurry and get her down!" Although having stood up and been reaching towards the body, both 'Giorno' and 'Bruno' held the gunslinger back.

The first of the two spoke quickly, "Leave it to me! Leave this to me!"

"You need to load your gun, Mista! He'll do it again! His attack had already begun!" Making an attempt to bring the gunslinger back into focus, 'Bruno's gaze moved back to the body. "Sticky Fingers!" The stand manifested and quickly swiped a fist over the bottom of the bars detaching them and allowing the body to fall from where it was.

'Mista' in an instant held your head in his hands scanning the damage, the golden glow he'd expected from your stand never seemed to appear. "Heal her! Hurry up and get the iron bars out!" Golden Experience had appeared beside 'Giorno' in no time extending a hand to rest on the center of your chest.

"King Crimson's range is two to three meters, at most. To then how did he...from over there?"

"Two souls piloting one body...That's what (Y/N) said." Recalling you faintly muttering that under your breath 'Narancia' stared down at you, it was odd seeing his own body with the damage yet knowing that the person feeling it was you.

Watching the bodies eyes open up slowly and stare up at the colosseum ceiling an odd shallowness was shown.

"H-Hey! You did it! (Y/N)'s awake! Th-that was a close one..."Quickly jumping to that assumption temporary relief flooded through 'Mista's veins before 'Giorno' corrected him.

"No...Mista. This is...an empty shell. It's just an empty shell." The words fell from his lips quietly and 'Narancia' from behind began swaying in place almost colliding to the floor if not for being caught by 'Abbacchio'. The teen returned to his rightful body while yours was left cold, uninhabited. "The wounds she received...were too severe- too sudden for even her own healing. Golden Experience did the best he could...but she's already gone." Turning back from the teen and turning to face 'Abbacchio' his gaze fell upon your form, an ache was felt in the pit of his stomach and a blurriness had begun to gather in his vision.

Moving into a kneel, 'Abbacchio' still held his arms around your shoulders, he couldn't accept something like this. Especially after everything you've done, everything you did to save him from death and yet he couldn't do the same. "Damn it. Damn it!" Having his head tilted town to conceal whatever emotion was being portrayed revealed to be useless as the small clear droplets falling onto your unmoving face, them being enough to show how he felt.

Hesitantly taking one of your hands in his own 'Giorno' stared down at the palm intently, a burning annoyance was felt deep within his veins knowing that this was an outcome nobody could've predicted, the worst part being the fact that there was nothing more he could do.

"I couldn't do anything."

"(Y/N)!"

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Hopefully everyone reading this chapter:

Imagine if this was the end-like imagine if I was just like haha anyways great story thanks for reading lmao!

But no this is not the end! If Joseph and Okuyasu can come back from the dead- who's to say Y/N can't ;)

I will warn you all however the next like four chapters after this will be utter BS- you'll just have to go along with it