You were sitting in the back of the van next to Trish, thinking about what had happened in Pompeii. Fugo and Giorno had found the two of you, luckily Bucciarati was able to zip Abbacchio's hand back on. Unfortunately for you, he couldn't zip your broken ribs back together. Fugo, with a slightly red face, patched you up. Though, it was still kind of hard for you to move.

"Let me see the key we obtained again," Abbacchio said as Narancia was holding it up, "Narancia."

"Huh?" Narancia said as tossed Abbacchio the key, "here."

"Wait! Don't throw it!" Abbacchio said a moment too late and caught the key in his newly attached hand. He jerked his hand up in pain since it was still very sore from being cut off, causing him to drop the key.

"You little shit!" Abbacchio yelled.

"Dang, talk about overreacting." Narancia said as he pointed at Abbacchio, "Isn't the fact that you're feeling pain a good sign?"

"I just had it reattached thirty minutes ago..." Abbacchio growled, "It still hurts, damn it!"

Abbacchio held the key up so he could read the writing on the gem again.

"I thank you for protecting my daughter, Bucciarati." Abbacchio read, "Go to the drinking fountain with the turtle on the sixth platform at Naples station, and use this key. Then, take my daughter to Venice by train. P.S. My mission for you will end when you get to Venice."

You looked out the back window. You didn't like the idea of saying goodbye to Trish too soon, but you supposed it was your job now.

"What's supposed to be by the drinking fountain at the station?" Abbacchio questioned.

"The boss mentioned a way for us to travel without being found by the enemy." Bucciarati stated with his arms crossed, "The station is dangerous, but we'll have to trust him and go."

"D-Do you actually think the boss is in Venice?" Narancia said as he leaned over to Bucciarati, "Since it's mentioned in that note..."

"We don't need to think about that." Bucciarati stated, "We're just going to do as we're ordered. There's a super express leaving for Florence in ten minutes. We'll take that. Mista, is anyone following us?"

"So far, we're good." Mista stated, " I can't say the same for the station, though. There'll be plenty of paid guys who'll report information on us."

You hadn't noticed Fugo staring at you and Trish since you were looking out the window. Even when sitting, you could still see the white bandages that wrapped around your torso from under the white crop top.

Fugo POV

'The boss's daughter, Trish.' Fugo thought 'Her life is being targeted because of a father that she's never met.'

His eyes shifted to you.

'And Y/N, she got injured for people she barely even knows, is she really fit for this line of work?'

"Yeah I get it Fugo..." Mista whispered in the boy's ear as he wrapped an arm around his shoulders and chuckled.

"I can't help but stare at their you-know-whats either." He said gesturing to the two females across the way.

"Huh?" Fugo said and looked back to the girls, just now realizing they had tiddies.

Fugo gulped as the two of them were now staring, wide mouthed, at the two girl's chests.

"Th-That's..." Fugo stuttered.

As the van swerved around a car, the two of them went flying face first into the girl's chest's.

Y/N hissed in pain as Mista landed on her, since she was still hurt from her earlier fight.

"Oh are you ok Y/N?!" Mista said as he frantically stood up with a slight blush on his face.

"Yeah yeah I'm good." Y/N said as she clutched her aching ribs.

Mista then screamed as he pulled up Fugo, who had landed on Trish.

"Please forgive Fugo!" Mista pleaded as Fugo sat on the floor contemplating life itself, "He didn't mean any harm! He wasn't trying to take advantage of the sudden braking to touch your breasts or stroke your thighs under your skirt! He just couldn't help himself!"

"Wait a minute! Did you do that Mista?!" You yelled as you pointed to the pleading hat man.

"No I didn't I swear Y/N!" Mista waved his arms frantically.

"Hey stop that!" Fugo yelled as he stood up, pointing at Mista, "I don't know about you, but I actually lost my balance! Stop making it sound worse!"

"Please don't tell the boss!" Mista once again pleaded as you crossed your arms. An angry pout rested on your now red face.

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You were standing on the sixth platform by Bucciarati, seeing if you could help him find whatever the key went to.

Bucciarati was sitting by the drainage hatch, having a crisis while you were looking at the strange turtle. It had a weird hole in it's shell, kinda like the shape of a key.

Wait...

"Bucciarati, Y/N, the train's about to leave." Giorno said as he was leaning outside the train car, "Is something wrong?"

"There's no other drinking fountain on this platform, is there?" Bucciarati questioned as he slammed the key down on the hatch.

You watched as Bucciarati opened up the hatch, but there was nothing inside. But... If your theory was correct...

"Hey Bucciarati," You said as the black-haired man turned to you, you held out the turtle to him, "Doesn't the hole in this turtle's shell look like the key?"

Bucciarati looked at you for a moment before taking the turtle and placing the key in the hole in it's shell. It was the right shape!

Bucciarati ran into the train with the turtle tucked out of sight, you following after him a bit slower since you were in pain still.

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"The key wasn't made to fit in a keyhole." Bucciarati explained as he looked up at the glass ceiling, "It actually fit right into this turtle's shell. That, in turn, somehow activated the turtle's ability, creating this space and making the key itself an entrance so we could hide inside."

"Th-The turtle's a stand user?" Narancia asked as he stretched his hand out towards the ceiling. Suddenly his hand and top half of his body were pulled out of the turtle, causing him to bonk himself on the seat.

You reached up and pulled Narancia down, luckily he didn't fall on you.

"Ow!" Narancia yelled as he hit the seat, "B-But man, this is awesome! This turtle is like some sort of spaceship!"

"Yeah I guess it is! " You laughed gently.

"But this room isn't some sort of Illusion." Fugo stated as he toughed one of the walls, "This is a real room. Even the sofa and other furniture are real"

"There are some chilled drinks in here." Abbacchio stated as he crouched in front of the mini refrigerator,you wondered how he was able to crouch so low without hurting himself.

"I guess the boss left them in there for us." Bucciarati said, "Turtles like being in the shade, they aren't loud, and they don't scuttle about. This way, we should be able to get to Venice by train without worry.

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You were all just laying about the turtle since it would be a while until the next stop. You sat in between Giorno and Fugo on the couch. You were sipping a cold pineapple juice as you leaned back on the sofa. The three men around you were all asleep, but you particularly didn't want to, you just had this bad feeling about something.

You decided you couldn't sit still any longer and stood up with your pineapple juice, walking over and leaning against the wall with Mista and Narancia. Narancia yawned and turned to you.

"You manifested your stand earlier, right Y/N?" He asked.

"Oh, yeah I did!" You smiled at him.

"Can I see it?" He asked curiously.

"Sure!" You responded as you pulled out your stand. The strange roller blade wheels appeared on your feet as your stand manifested.

"Woah!" Narancia gaped in aw, "What's it's name?"

"Hm..." You thought for a moment with your finger tapping your chin, "I think I'll call it Don't Stop Me Now!" You announced.

"That's a cool name!" Narancia beamed.

"Thanks Nara!" You smiled.

"Huh? Nara?" Narancia tilted his head in confusion.

"Oh that's I nickname," You laughed awkwardly rubbing the back of your head, "I can not call you it if you like..."

"No no! It's fine, I like !" Narancia reassured you.

"Nara it is then!" You chuckled.

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You were now sitting against the wall with your head propped up. You had drank all your pineapple juice and now you were just tired. Narancia yawned and stretched his arms next to you and both Bucciarati and Trish were drinking ice water.

"It's probably because we're in a room inside a turtle," Mista said as he crouched in front of the mini fridge, "but it's sort of muggy in here."

" You want a drink, too, Narancia?" Mista called to the boy who was absentmindedly staring at the ceiling, "There are only cold drinks, but there's cola, mineral water, carbonated, non-carbonated, apple juice, orange juice, and pineapple juice."

"Hey could you hand me a pineapple juice Mista?" You asked.

"Sure." Mista said as he tossed you a can of pineapple juice, you happily opened it and took a sip of the cold beverage.

"Hey, are you even listening Narancia?" Mista asked the boy who was still staring at the ceiling.

"Huh? what was that?!" Narancia said loudly as he put a hand to his ear.

"I'm asking if you want something to drink!" Mista said slightly irritated with Narancia's antics, "Why don't you get some rest while you're at it, both of you. You both look pretty tired. I'll keep an eye on the ceiling."

"Oh ok!" Narancia said loudly as he sat down in a chair by the table while complaining about his back and shoulders.

"I'm good Mista, I don't really feel like sleeping anyways." You smiled at him.

"Nope! You go rest, you just got out of a fight not to long ago! Shoo!" Mista said as he pulled you up and started shooing you over to the table.

"Ok! Ok! I'll go, I'll go!" You chuckled as you sat down on the floor next to Narancia as he said something about wanting something warm.

"I told you, there are only cold drinks in here!" Mista said as he crouched back down my the mini fridge, "You never listen, do you?!"

"I'll just eat a banana then." Narancia said as he rubbed his shoulders. You sipped the cold drink, but put it down then you saw Narancia sighing at a magazine while holding a banana.

"Man, gardens like that make me sigh." Narancia stated in a nostalgic tone, you raised an eyebrow at his strange behavior, "They're so calming..."

"They're so beautiful..." Narancia sighed as he ran his finger over the picture, "I'd love to drown in nostalgia and thing back to when I was a kid while I just lay out in the sun in a garden like this."

"What do you mean? You're not that old." You said as you tiled your head in concern and confusion, though Narancia didn't hear and licked his finger to turn the page. Ew.

"Hey, stop that!" Mista scolded, "Licking your finger before turning the page is gross!"

Narancia seemed to snap out of his daze.

"Huh? Did I do that?" He asked.

"Me? No way!" Narancia waved Mista off while still holding the banana. Suddenly Narancia started couching up blood.

"Narancia!" You said panicked as you stood up and looked him over, "Are you ok?!"

You gasped and held your hands to your mouth to stop yourself from gagging, you took a couple shaky steps back from your black-haired friend.

'A tooth!' You yelled in your head as your eyes clouded with panic.

"Hey, there's something hanging from your mouth." Mista said as Narancia peeled his banana, "Talk about gross, what is that?" Mista then looked over at you.

"Y/N are you alright? You look like you've seen a ghost." Mista said in concern. You just quickly shook your head and looked back over to Narancia.

"Hey." Mista said as he pointed to Narancia, that's when he realized what was freaking Y/N out.

"A tooth?" The hat man said.

"I can't eat this banana for some reason." Narancia said, you noticed the tips of Narancia's hair turning white, "It's all hard and dry."

"Hey... Are you messing with us?" Mista said with a scared chuckle as he pointed to Narancia, "Man, you startled me... That sort of looks like a tooth. I'm still pretty grossed out, so I really can't laugh..."

Mista approached the unresponsive Narancia.

"So what is that hanging from your mouth?" Mista asked as he leaned down, pointing to his own mouth.

"N-No Mista." You managed to stutter out through your horror, "That is a tooth..."

"What? It couldn't be Y/N, are you in on this little prank?" Mista chuckled nervously as you shook your head.

"Huh? Did you say something again..." A very old looking Narancia turned to the two of you,