As you ran out of the building, you didn't notice Giorno stop and turn around.

"Now I understand why the boss if feared by everyone and how he ruled over us." Bucciarati said as he had taken over holding Trish. You were scowling at noting particular in front of you.

"We can't defeat the boss... not now." You grimaced as the group continued running through the church, "As for his identity... Assuming it even has one, we'll need to find his ability's weakness first!"

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"What... What the hell's going on Bucciarati?" Abbacchio growled as Bucciarati placed Trish in the boat, "We need an explanation. What the Hell are you doing?"

Bucciarati stood up to stay something but you placed a hand on his chest.

"Let me handle this one Bucciarati." You said before walking towards the group, "I can't explain everything right now, because there is danger lurking right around the corner."

The gang looked at you confused, when had you become so authoritative?

"The reason Bucciarati brought Trish back is because we betrayed the boss just now." You stated with one hand on your hip.

Everyone gasped at your statement, mostly not wanting to believe it.

"We'll be leaving you now." Bucciarati spoke up, "If you go with us you will also become traitors."

"Wh-What?" Mista stuttered.

"I-I don't think I heard you right..." Narancia said in disbelief, "Wh-What did you say?"

"She said... They betrayed the boss." Fugo said in shock, "B-But why?"

"You probably shouldn't hear any more," Bucciarati started, "because you guys have nothing to do with this."

"I think you should explain." Giorno spoke up.

'Of course you do doughnut boy...' You mentally sighed.

"Some of them might want to follow you. We need people on our side." Giorno finished as Abbacchio grabbed him by the collar and got up in his face.

"What the hell is your deal, Giorno?!" Abbacchio yelled as you started feel dizzy, "First you go into the church without permission, and now-"

Abbacchio stopped when he noticed you kneeling on the ground, holding your head. Everyone gasped when they saw you on the ground. Everything felt dizzy and your chest hurt, causing you to grip it. Your breath was labored as you stared ahead blankly.

"Y/N!" Narancia yelled.

"What's wrong? Are you alright?" Giorno asked as he put a hand on your back.

"I'm fine." You responded, still clutching your head, "I lost a lot of blood, so I got a bit dizzy."

You didn't notice Bucciarati and Giorno's eyes grow wide at your statement.

"I guess I've used up a good deal of energy." You said as you stood up, "I'm sorry."

"You had me worried for a sec!" Mista exclaimed.

"For real." Abbacchio admitted. Had it not been for the current situation, you would have fawned over Abbacchio being mildly sweet.

"Y/N, Bucciarati, please..." Fugo said with his hands out.

"Yeah, Bucciarati, Y/N." Abbacchio chimed in, "We want to know the details."

As you started at then group in front of you, Bucciarati turned to look at Trish.

"The boss had us act as her bodyguards so that he could kill his daughter with his own two hands." Bucciarati stated.

"Because she shares his blood, she could have figured out his true identity." You continued for Bucciarati who nodded.

"I found that out and..." Bucciarati continued, "I couldn't forgive him. I couldn't come back pretending I didn't see that. That's why I betrayed him!"

"How could you?!" Fugo said before turning to you, "What about you Y/N, you had no reason to go rushing in there!"

"This entire time I've sat by and at most ran away. I had a bad feeling that something would happen so I rushed in. Had I not been there, Bucciarati would be dead. I can't allow any of my friends to die if I can prevent it! That's why I betrayed the boss!" Fugo and everyone else were taken aback by your statement.

"You both know exactly what happens to traitors," Abbacchio started quietly before starting to crescendo, "no matter who it is. The boss never lets anyone get away! Hell, Venice could already be surrounded by the boss' elite guard!"

"You're right, that's why we're going to need help." You said as you stared at Abbacchio.

"If any of you are willing to accompany us, come down these stairs and get on the boat." Bucciarati announced, "But I will not order any of you to come with us. I won't even ask you to come with us. Both Y/N and I did this all on our own, so you don't need to feel obligated to come with us."

Everyone held shocked, wide-eyed as they started at you two. You didn't notice Fugo staring intently at your, now healed, wounds.

"This may come off as arrogant, but I'm going to say it anyways." Bucciarati said, "I did this because I believe I'm right, and I'm sure Y/N feels the same. I have no regrets."

"Despite the world we live in, I want to continue on the path I believe in." You stood proud as you stared at the group, "If we can just find his weakness... Though we're only fleeing for now, I will defeat the boss, I promise you that! We will find his weakness, no matter what!"

The group stared at you and Bucciarati, while the rest of the group started to turn around, Fugo started at you. Not at your face, but to the two large, now healed wounds.

You watched as Abbacchio walked behind the group and sat on the boat anchor.

Everything was silent, no one dared to say anything. That was, until Abbacchio spoke up.

"What you both did is basically suicide." Abbacchio said with his hung held low, "No matter where in the world you run to, you'll never find a safe haven again."

"Besides, I pledged my loyalty to the organization." Abbacchio said with a glare, "It's not like I pledged my loyalty to you."

You saw bucciarati close his eyes with a frown, you knew Abbacchio's words were directed at him.

"That being said..." Abbacchio said softly, standing up, "I never had a home or place I wanted to go."

Your eyes widened as Abbacchio walked down that stairs, and stood in between you and Bucciarati.

"The only time I'm ever at ease is when I'm with you two, Bucciarati, Y/N." Abbacchio said quietly as he walked onto the boat.

"Abbacchio..." Giorno smiled.

Fugo seemed to shake as he stared at the ground.

"If we actually manage to defeat the boss..." Mista started, "Considering my skills, I'd say I'm next in line to be a capo."

Mista smiled as he walked down the stairs and placed a hand on Giorno's shoulder.

"Bucciarati and Y/N are smart. I've never seen any of them go into a fight they have no chance of winning. We're going to strike it rich for sure."

Mista let go of Giorno and walked onto the boat.

"I remember in Pompeii..." Fugo spoke up, "You took the blows for me, that wasn't a act of emotion, was it Y/N."

Fugo looked at you for an answer, to which you smiled gently. Fugo received your answer perfectly.

"Then I don't believe you don't have a plan for what the future holds!" Fugo walked down the steps you grabbed his shoulder and smiled before letting him get onto the boat, leaving Narancia to be the last one on the steps.

You watched as Narancia shook, grabbing his head with both hands.

"Narancia," Giorno said, "what are you going to do?"

"I-I... d-don't know what to do..." Narancia stuttered as he turned around. You felt your heart ache as you saw the tears in the poor boy's eyes. He shouldn't feel forced to come along, it has to be his decision.

"Tell me Bucciarati..." Narancia said walking towards said bob-cut man, "What should I do? Do you think I should go?"

"Are you scared?" Bucciarati asked.

"Yeah... I-I'm really scared..." Narancia said with his hands out in front of him, "B-But just order me! If you order me to go with you, I'll be more confident! Nothing scares me, as long as you order me to do it!"

"No." Bucciarati simply said, "This is the one thing I can't order you to do. You need to decide for yourself. You need to choose your own path."

By this time, you were already on the boat and had taken a seat next to Fugo. You hoped Narancia would go, but deep down you felt like he shouldn't be risking his life for something like this.

"B-But I don't know what to do! I don't know!" Narancia exclaimed panicked.

"But let me give you this warning." Bucciarati started to turn away from the panicked orange, "Don't come with me Narancia. You're not cut out for this."

Bucciarati waled onto the boat as Narancia made noises, indicating his struggle of whether or not to follow.

As Giorno stepped onto the boat, Bucciarati started the engine.

"Let's go!" Bucciarati yelled, "Once this boat takes off, you're officially traitors!"

You said nothing, just stared back at Narancia with a remorseful smile. Part of you was happy that it seemed like he was staying, but the majority of you wanted him to run out and come with you.

You kept watching Narancia as the boat started to pull away. You watched him release his head and look up at the boat that was now leaving. You watched as he fell to his knees, then to all fours.

You eyes widened at what you saw.

"Bucciarati! Stop the boa!" You yelled with a smile, "Turn around!"

As Bucciarati turned around, Narancia who was now swimming towards them yelled.

"Bucciarati! I'll go! I'll go too! I'm coming with you!" Narancia yelled, "Don't order me not to go with you! Trish is me! She's me! The wound on her arm is my own!"

Tears started to well up in your eyes as you laughed in relief. You were so glad you didn't leave anyone behind.

As Narancia reached the boat, you helped him up, still crying mind you, and pulled him into a headlock. You ruffled his hair as you laughed. Narancia laughed along with you, grabbing onto your arm.

"You took way too long to make your decision." Mista remarked.

"You better not hold this against us later on." Abbacchio smirked.

"Narancia, I have noting but respect for your courage." Giorno smiled.

"I don't know what we would have done without you Narancia!" You let go of the soaking boy, pulling him into a hug, which he gladly returned.

"Y/N! You're going to get soaked!" Bucciarati scolded, to which you laughed off.