Y/N POV

You watched as the man's stand turned back to water as he died. The disc slipped from his hands as he fell forwards, his legs no longer able to hold him.

You stood next to Giorno as you realized that you killed a man. Before you had never been able to do any harm to the enemies, but everything has changed now.

'This is my resolve.' You thought as you turned to face Giorno when you remembered Mista.

You quickly ran over and knelt by his side, using your stand to slow down the speed of the blood leaking out of Mista's wounds.

"I'm so sorry Mista, I should've done something to help." Tears welled up in your eyes.

"It's ok, no need to cry." Mista croaked out.

"Mista look, we retrieved the disc thanks to you." Giorno smiled as he crouched on the other side of your hat wearing friend.

"Hurry up and fix me, I can't breathe..." Mista responded.

"Then why were you talking to me you idiot." You chuckled through your tears, you weren't crying out of sadness anymore, you were just relived Mista was going to be ok.

"Shush, I can spare a breath or two for you, just hurry up and fix me before I actually die..." MIsta said with a small, pained smile.

"Of course, but I'd like to clear something up first." Giorno said as he held the disc, "Golden Experience doesn't exactly fix things. It creates parts of your body. I'll give life to the bullets embedded in your body and plug up the arteries and other parts that were destroyed."

"Just shut up and do it already." Mista said annoyed.

"Since I'm not exactly healing you, your pain will still remain. Please don't complain later." Giorno said as he took out his stand.

"Ow!" Mista yelled, "O-Ow! Be more gentle! Be more gentle, damn it, Giorno!

You started laughing at Mista as he flailed around on ground in pain.

"I told you, I can't. You're a gangster for crying out loud, please quit fussing. Even Y/N didn't fuss this much." Giorno stated as you were dying of laughter, "There are about 18 more wounds, so you'l have to remove some of your clothes for me to plug the rest."

You were laughing your ass of as Mista was screaming, completely forgetting your shoulder injury.

Narancia POV

"Bucciarati! I'm picking up three signals..." Narancia reported as he steered the boat, using Aerosmith to scout the area, "It doesn't look like there's anyone else."

"Proceed, but carefully." Bucciarati ordered from the turtle, "I'm assuming it's Mista, Giorno, and Y/N. I'm sure they're bored out of their minds waiting for us since nothing's happening."

"ACk! Giorno!" Narancia heard Mista shout.

There they are! Hey, Mista, Y/N Gio-" Narancia was cut off by the sight that was in front of him.

"Be gentler! Gentler damn it! Don't take off my clothes I'll feel it more!" Mista yelled as giorno was holding on to him, making suspicious head bobbing motions.

Narancia's jaw dropped at the sight, thinking Mista was getting the s u c c. Y/N had said something but he didn't quite hear yet.

"Shut up Y/N, you're next you know." Giorno responded, causing Narancia to cover his ears. (my poor child).

"Well Narancia? Did you find them?" Bucciarati asked.

"Huh? W-Well, um..." Narancia stammered, "No! Huh?! Suddenly there's something in my eye? I can't see! I can't see them clearly!"

"Giorno, no! Don't! N-No more! I-I can't!" Mista was yelling, but Narancia didn't hear since he was covering his ears. He also didn't hear Y/N laughing her ass off.

Lemon, who was sitting on Narancia's head, was just taking in whatever he was seeing. But he couldn't understand right? He's just a normal frog after all.

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You were sitting in the turtle, on the floor between Trish's knees as she helped put the golden clips that Bucciarati had given you in your hair.

"There, they're done." Trish said with a barely noticeable smile.

"Oh thank you Trish!" You gave her a light hug and a small kiss on the cheek because that's what we do here.

"N-No problem..." Trish said as you let go, a slight pink flushed her cheeks.

You shivered and sneezed into your elbow.

"Y/N are you alright?" Bucciarati asked from a seat not too far away from you, "Are you cold?"

"Just a little, I can't really wear my jacket because it got ruined in the water. I'll have to get a new one-"

Before you could finish your sentence Bucciarati had draped his shirt...jacket thing over your shoulders. You opened your mouth to protest but Bucciarati shushed you.

"I have an extra one so don't worry." He smiled as he put on a new jacket, where he got it, you had no clue.

You put your arms through the sleeves that were a bit too long, but the jacket was warm and carried the same calming scent Bucciarati did.

"Thank you Bucciarati..." You smiled as you tried to fix the button, but being a button it didn't want to do it's job.

"Here." Bucciarati fixed the button before calling out to the rest of the gang that was in the boat, "How much longer until we get there?"

"We're almost at Rialto bridge." Fugo stated, "It'll be at least another five minutes."

"All right. Keep going." Bucciarati said as he sat down in front of his laptop while you reclaimed your spot between Trish's knees. You leaned your head on her thigh as you heard Giorno talking.

"Bucciarati, what was are mission form the boss?" The blond asked.

Bucciarati inserted the disk into the laptop and started to relay the information.

"I'm reconfirming the mission from the boss right now." Bucciarati stated as the files loaded, "I'll read it aloud."

As you were listening to Bucciarati, you felt Trish nervously start to play with your hair.

'She must be nervous about meeting her father, I mean I would be too if I was in her situation.' You thought as you tuned back into Bucciarati.

"...Therefore, I'd like to warn you I have no way of knowing how many more are after you or how many members you have lost at this point in time. The information on this disc is the safest way for me to meet my daughter, and also your final mission. Let me also warn you that, should you deviate even in the slightest from the instructions on this disc, it would be unforgivable."

You could feel Trish's hands tense in your hair, which lead you to gently lay your own hand on hers, slightly easing her nerves.

"If any of you do anything other than what's instructed of you," Bucciarati continued, "even if it's accidental, I will consider it a warning that you mean to harm me. Here is your final mission. You will now head to the island of San GiorGio Maggiore. The place where you will take my daughter is the top of the great bell tower of the church there. Once you take my daughter there, your mission will be over."

You felt Trish start to squeeze your hand, you gently squeezed her hand to reassure her that everything would be ok.

"Instruction one: there are no stairs leading to the top of the tower." Bucciarati read, "Currently, there is only one elevator that goes to the top. The only ones allowed in the elevator are Trish and one bodyguard. Instruction two: the bodyguard is prohibited from carrying any knifes, guns, cell phones, or anything else. Instruction three: you must land on the island within 15 minutes from the moment you received the disc. There is a tracking device in the disc, so I know where you are. Instruction four: the rest of you will wait on the boat. You are not allowed on the island."

"That's all of it" Bucciarati said as the boat arrived at San GiorGio Maggiore.

"Bucciarati, we have arrived." Giorno reported.

You noticed Lemon, who was sitting on your knee, staring up at Giorno. You didn't really get what was with Lemon, but you just figured he was a bizarre frog.

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"So the boss is at the top of that tower right now..." Narancia wondered.

"Those are pretty detailed instructions." Fugo pointed out, "He seems extremely cautious. But I guess you couldn't be a mafia boss otherwise."

"Anyways, this means our mission ends here." Abbacchio stated, "We all made it out alive, so I guess all's well that ends well."

"Yeah, just barely though." Mista said as he propped his head up with his arm, "Let's live it up in Venice for a few days before we go home. I heard the food there's great."

"They have good food here?" Narancia asked, "Maybe we can take Y/N somewhere to celebrate her birthday!"

"Wait when's her birthday?" Mista asked.

"It was two days ago!" Narancia exclaimed.

"What?! I wasn't told! I'm gonna have to treat her real good after this!" Mista said.

"Hey you bastards!" Bucciarati yelled, grabbing the group's attention, "Don't let your guard down! The mission's not over yet! Narancia, keep an eye on the radar."

"S-Sure" Narancia said as you sat next to Trish, looking at her worriedly.

You were sad to see her go, in the short time you've known her you've become close friends. You thought of everyone in the gang as family, like you do with most of your friends. So losing one was quite upsetting for you.

"Bucciarati." Giorno spoke, causing you to turn to him with a deep scowl on your face. It wasn't directed at him, but at the situation.

"I volunteer to be her bodyguard in the tower." Giorno continued, causing your eyes to widen, "I'll take her to the top of the bell tower."

"Who the hell do you think you are?!" Abbacchio yelled, grabbing Giorno's shoulder, "Bucciarati's the capo, so of course he's going to take her you dumbass The boss didn't specify anyone because he didn't know who was still alive!"

Giorno simply turned to Bucciarati, you could tell that he wanted to go take on the boss right here, right now.

"Of course. I'll go." Bucciarati said, denying Giorno's request, "Alright, Trish."

Trish stood up and you stood up too, taking her hands in yours.

"Remember wherever you go or whatever happens, I'll always remember you. You'll always be my friend, my family." You tightly hugged Trish, who hugged back before letting go. You wiped the tears away from your eyes with the sleeve of Bucciarati's jacket that you were still wearing.

"I'll remember you too Y/N." Trish said in a quiet voice before following Bucciarati off the boat.

Before Bucciarati left with Trish, he stared at Giorno like a mother telling her child not to do something.

"Oh, I know Giorno, could you give me a charm to wish me good luck on this final mission?" Bucciarati asked and pointed to one of Giorno's tiddy ladybugs.

"Ladybugs are considered sun bugs." Bucciarati explained, "They're the symbol of life, right? They're good luck charms right?"

"Oh, that's right." Giorno said as he took off one of the brooches, "Yes. Ladybugs bring good luck."

Giorno held out one of the ladybugs, which Bucciarati took before pining it to his jacket that he got from somewhere?

"Bucciarati." Fugo interjected.

"What is it, Fugo?" Bucciarati asked.

"I thought this was a good opportunity to say this." Fugo continued.

"Why so formal, what is it?" Bucciarati asked.

"I knew you'd become a capo someday," Fugo started, "and I know you'll be able to complete the mission."

"Of course he can." Abbacchio smirked.

Everyone smiled at Bucciarati.

"Let's aim for an even higher position in the organization!" Fugo smiled.

"Yeah... You're right." Bucciarati looked away form the group, "Lets go, Trish."

"Good luck Bucciarati." You gently smiled and Bucciarati paused to look back at you before nodding and continuing to walk.

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As you saw Giorno pick up his cellphone a sense of dread washed over you. Using Don't Stop Me Now, you were able to get into the church quickly. You were about to call the elevator before you saw a splotch of blood leading down to a staircase.

Using your stand as much as you could, you made it to the bottom to see Bucciarati about to get a fist through the stomach.

"Bucciarati!" You yelled as you pushed him out of the way.

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