You watched as the stand fell to the ground, while the piranha turned back into Golden Experience's hand.

You watched the stand writhe in agony while you clutched the turtle close to your chest protectively.

"There's a huge hole that goes all the way to it's head..." Giorno stated darkly, "And it can still move?"

"I'm assuming this stand is more than meets the eye, we can't let our guards down just yet." You said as you glared at the stand. Giorno nodded in response as the stand started rambling about having turtle shit on it's face.

"This pain in my heart..." The stand growled, "You're going to make up for this by dying in disgrace! I'll see to that!"

"Bucciarati and Trish won't turn back to normal unless we destroy you..." Giorno said calmly, "Then I'll do it! You're not getting away. Next, I'll go for your head!"

You decided to take the backseat for this battle since you knew your stand would be absolutely no help whatsoever.

"Go ahead and try it!" The stand yelled as it wiped the poop from it's face, "You dickhead!"

The stand threw a punch, which Golden experience easily dodged.

"You got me three times already." Giorno stated, "Now I know the range of your attacks!"

Lemon, your frog, climbed out from your jacket pocket to sit on your shoulder.

"Oh are you watching too?" You asked the frog, to which it responded with a small ribbit.

When you turned your attention back to the fight, Giorno had a large gash going down his chest.

"Giorno!" You yelled.

"I'm fine! Just concentrate on keeping the turtle safe!" He yelled back, which you gave a nod in response.

You both, and Lemon, watched as the stand grew in size rapidly. The stand then stated chuckling.

"Simple is best." The stand smirked and pointed to Giorno, "I'm going to kill this bastard exactly how I want to kill him!"

"Bring it back, Golden Experience!" Giorno yelled as he pulled out his stand."

"Die!" The stand yelled as Golden experience reattached it's severed hand.

"MUDA!" Giorno and Golden Experience yelled as the golden stand landed a punch directly to the face of the lavender stand.

"A direct hit." Giorno muttered.

Though, it seemed that the golden-haired teen had forgotten one important piece of information, the stand's abilities. The stand spit up into many cubes, starting in the site where Golden Experience had landed the punch. The stand reformed, to where it was under Golden Experience's arm.

"You should get your eyes checked." The stand sneered, "You didn't hit my head!"

The stand roughly grabbed Golden Experience's fist.

"I've won! This is the end!" The stand cackled as it threw a punch towards Golden Experience.

"I told you, it's useless." Giorno said coldly.

The stand fell to the ground, with something it's it's arm, expanding.

"The hand taht Golden Experience brought back wasn't it's own." Giorno used Golden Experience to gesture to the hand that was laying on the ground.

You had already spotted the hand, so you assumed Giorno had some trick up his sleeve.

"It's the bike." Giorno stated, " I gave the bike life and had it return to us as a hand."

The bike suddenly burst from the stand's body, crushing it.

"You just took that bike into your body," Giorno continued, "as a part of you."

"This is nothing..." the stand groaned, "I'll just split apart and get away aga-"

"THink about it." You cut the stand off as it started to split, "There's gasoline in bikes."

Gasoline suddenly leaked out from all of the separations the stand had made.

"i'm pretty sure I can cause a big enough explosion to keep you from splitting apart in time to escape." Giorno said as he nodded to you.

"What?!" The stand yelled as it saw the sparking part of the bike near it's shoulder.

The stand exploded as Giorno shielded both himself and you from the fire that completely obliterated the stand.

"Looks like doing what you wanted was useless... in the end." Giorno said as Golden Experience finished off the stand with one final punch.

"Hey Giorno, are you ok?" You asked after the stand was destroyed.

"Yeah, why do you ask?" The blond teen cocked his head.

"Well I don't know... Maybe the giant gash in your chest?!" You yelled in concern.

"Oh yeah..." Giorno said as he looked down at his chest, "I'll fix it later, we should probably get going."

"I swear I'm going to have a heart attack because of you guys one day, good grief..." You said as you followed Giorno back to the group, turtle in hand.

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You were in the back of the car with Mista, while Fugo sat in the front with Giorno while holding the turtle.

"The venomous snake I left at Romi Termini station reverted to being one of the enemy's components." Giorno stated.

"We disposed of the user." Fugo reported, "That makes five. If the information we have is correct, there are only two members of the hitman team left."

"Still, we can't let our guard down." Mista said as he watched the back window, "Let's haul ass to Venice!"

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It was early in the morning, Fugo had gone back inside the turtle a while ago. You had been offered to join the people in the turtle, though you refused seeing as you still had some thing s to thing about.

'People are dying here, things are getting real now. This isn't something I can just wing anymore. I don't want to die, i don't want my friends to die.' Many similar thoughts raced through your head as you watched the waters outside your window. Though it did seem strange to you that the windows were starting to fog up, maybe it was just the cool morning air though.

"Giorno, there's no one tailing us so far." Mista reported as he wiped the back window with his hand.

"Yes. There's no one from the front either. The city is still asleep. We're the only car on this road." Giorno said.

"Hey isn't it strange that the windows are fogging up so quickly?" You asked, finally breaking your own thoughts.

You had been silent since you started on the road, and you didn't really feel like breaking it now.

The car suddenly swerved, causing Mista to smack into you then smash his face into the window. You had smacked into Mista's shoulder and were now rubbing your sore nose.

"What the hell?!" Mista exclaimed.

"I apologize." Giorno said, "The tires just slipped a bit."

"How in the world did the tires slip? The road isn't even wet..." You mumbled to yourself as you sat up.

"On a straight bridge like this?" Mista questioned, "Be more careful, damn it! Do you even have a license?"

"No. I'm only fifteen." Giorno said blankly.

"What's that thing stuck on the window, Y/N could you check?" You looked at Mista who had his legs on your lap after Giorno had swerved, you nodded and leaned over towards the window.

You suddenly gasped and moved away from it quickly.

"What is it Y/N?!" Mista asked, but you didn't respond, only grabbing his hand to reveal he was missing a finger.

"Let's open the windows a bit." Giorno proposed, "It's morning, so the different temperatures inside and outside the car are fogging them up."

"Wait no-" You were cut off by Giorno rolling down the window slightly, letting in a powerful, icy wind.

"Wh-What?! What's with this wind?" Giorno questioned.

Then suddenly, the blond boy was hit with a frozen picture.

You couldn't really hear anything over the wind, but you could definitely see the dent that someone had put in the roof of the car.

'OH SHIT THERE'S SOMEONE ON THE ROOF' You internally yelled.

"An enemy?!They somehow got on the roof of the car!:" Giorno said as he rolled up the window. More punches were denting the roof, making you winder if this person had anger issues or something.

"Mista what are you doing?! Shoot the roof!" Giorno yelled.

"The car is being frozen at an insane speed." Mista said with his face half frozen to the window, "It's so cold my finger got stuck to the window and broke off before I even felt the cold. If I don't peel my face off, my brain's going to freeze up. But I'm not sure if I want to sacrifice my face either..."

"That's a normal gun, right Mista?" You suddenly asked.

"Uh yeah?" Mista said confused.

"And it's loaded too?" You asked again.

"It is why?" Mista asked.