I woke up with a yawn. I was going to sit up and stretch, when Misty moaned lightly in her sleep. Remembering her presence, I sat back down. No, we didn't 'sleep together' but I still want to be considerate of her. Besides, gives me an excuse to sleep in. I sat in silence, awaiting the return of my dream, when Misty's arms wrapped around me.

Misty

I found myself on a cliffside, being held at gunpoint. Strange. I took in my surroundings and found I couldn't bring out the pistols, the person holding me is just a silhouette, and a distraught Y/n is in front of us trying to think of something.

???: What'll it be Y/n! Do I shoot her and let you kill me, or do I jump off, killing her and me?

Y/n: C'mon boss, hurry!

This must be Doppio then. Doppio, please help me! I don't trust Y/n, he gives me the creeps! Doppio's expression hardened, and he went from worried to glaring.

??: You've got to the count of 10!

He was about to start counting, when the ground cracked, revealing a vast expanse of space. I looked around in confusion, but noticed the man holding me cracking apart. Y/n walked forwards, and held his out to me.

Me: What are you doing!?

Y/n: Hold onto me. Trust me.

I glared at him, but my hand started cracking. My eyes widened, and I grabbed his hand, and the cracking stopped. Everything returned to normal, and Y/n smirked lightly.

Y/n: That wasn't so bad was it?

Me: You saved me. Even without knowing me you saved me.

Y/n: I trust you Misty. Now, wake up, I want to go eat something.

My eyes widened, and I found myself in bed, holding onto Y/n. I quickly let go, and a voice snickered. I turned and saw Rachel, a stand user we met, holding onto me. She must have used her stand Sweet Dreams to put him in my dream. But what was that wierd cracking thing? Rachel went off and left (want a Rachel spin off? I'll consider it, but only if you want it) leaving me with Y/n, who doesn't seem to care about my presence and is changing.

Me: Jesus! Do you not have any consideration?! I'm a lady, I don't need you swinging your junk everywhere!

Y/n: Really? You smell so much like a man I couldn't tell. Sorry.

I noticed his tattoos, and fishnet, which he seemed really comfortable with. Those must be his, and the sweater Doppio's. He finished with his clothes, and grabbed some purple sneakers that matched his sweater.

He turned back to me, and raised an eyebrow.

Y/n: Are you coming, Misty-san?

I nodded and he walked out.

Giorno

I finally got into Passione, and I walked in to finda bunch of girls eating cake.

Abbacchio: He didn't miss my birthday Fugo, he just went out to get something.

Fugo:...Sure.

Suddenly I heard the front door slam open.

Sniffling Teen: F-fugo! My phone died! H-how i-is Y-y/n gonna say h-hi now!?

He dropped the frog and ran over to her, crying into her shoulder. She sighed and pat his back, until she felt his tears.

Fugo: You bastard! You're staining my goddamn shirt!

Y/n: Grrr, you selfish whore! He was crying on you because he trusts you! How dare you!?

Fugo: Are you seriously trying to turn it against me you rat bastard!? I'll fucking kill you!

Y/n: I'll fucking kill you!

Fugo: I'm gonna kill you first!

Y/n: Ohh, hohoho! I'm gonna kill you so fucking bad you killing me won't happen!

I sweatdropped, Bucciarati made everyone introduce themselves. The teen picked up his frog, and sat down, watching it with tear filled eyes, before sniffling.

Y/n: Waaah! I'm so sorry Abbacchio! Y/n wants to say happy birthday but he can't! My phone is dead! Aaaagh!

Abbacchio stared at him in silence, before grabbing him and pulling him into a kiss.

Y/n: WHO THE FUCK GAVE YOU PERMISSION YOU DIRTY WHORE!? I OUTTA-! Ahem. Happy Birthday Abbacchio. Sorry.

Abbacchio: It's fine.

She sipped her wine and went back to eating the cake. Y/n got up, and stopped Fugo from stabbing Narancia, and I thought about this mess I got myself in.

Fugo

Is he serious about helping?

Y/n: Fugo, please calm down. Narancia, what's the problem?

Narancia: Erm, it's 16x55...

Y/n: Oh, that's a tough one. Let's see here....you like music right?

Narancia: Yes.

Y/n: Okay, so let's say you have fifty-five albums, but someone else has the same amount and they don't want them, and you take them. How many is that?

Narancia: Urm, so 50 and 50 is 100, 5 and 5 is 10, so 110?

Y/n nodded.

Y/n: Good! So, now let's say that you copy those so you can have money, and you now have 4x55, so what's 110 x 2?

Narancia: Oh! 220! And since 4x4 is 16, 220x4 is....880!

Y/n: Good job Narancia! I'm so proud of you!

He smilled and messed with her hair, and she blushed. She slowly hugged him, and just held him. Y/n smiled lightly and hugged her back. I looked over at Giorno and saw her raising an eyebrow.

Me: WHAT?! DO YOU HAVE A PROBLEM WITH THEM HAVING A MOMENT!?! HUH?!!

Giorno: N-no! Not at all! I just think they both look so cute!

Narancia: HEY!!

Y/n: Thank you! Narancia, you have to admit it, you are pretty cute.

She squeaked a little and buried her blushing face in his chest. Her reaction caused Y/n to panic.

Y/n: Oh no! Did I do something wrong!? What did I do Narancia!? Aagh!

Narancia:*muffled in love sounds*

Y/n:*having a mental breakdown breakdown*

After a while of Y/n panicking not knowing about Narancia's huge crush, Bucciarati walked in, and told us we're leaving.

Giorno

We are currently on the boat, and Y/n seems a lot more calm. Collected. He puts off a kind of worrying vibe though. He is sitting with Misty, and talking about something involving four.

Misty: Y/n, you're fucking high, the number four is so evil!

Y/n: Really? I've commit several murders, burglaries, and just pickpocketing. That's three crimes, but I'm still considered evil. I am literally a evil second personality, do I not count as evil just because it's five all together?

Misty: No, but you would be much worse if you raped, which would be four crimes, and you would be a lot more mentally unstable with four personalities, and then you would likely be a truly evil person.

Y/n: I-that's actually a good point. Good job Misty.

She smirked and tapped her head.

Misty: Seven minds are better than two.

Y/n rolled his eyes and smirked.

Suddenly, Y/n's hair started blowing in a non-existent wind, and he stood up, he seemed torn between moving and sitting back down. What happened?

Y/n: C'MON BOSS! WE HAVE TO HELP HER!

Y/N: NO! IT HAS TO HAPPEN!

One of his eyes had a a soft and worried look, and his other seemed to have a resolved and hardened look. His face was contorting into a mix of emotions, and two stand arms came out and tried pulling him, only for him to growl and punch himself in the face, strangely it was his resolved side.

Y/n: Dammit Doppio! We aren't going to move!

Suddenly everyone looked around and noticed Narancia was missing. Is that what Y/n was talking about? How did he know?

Y/n yelled out in frustration, and a pink anguished face appeared on his forehead, and he acted out in a fit of rage.

Misty put her hand on his shoulder, and he suddenly looked up, and his hair blew in the "wind" again, but I could see his face this time.

Is that his stand?! What is it?

Y/n: Dammit Doppio! You're showing them our stand too soon! Calm down! I'm angry too!

He sighed, and his hair dropped back, and the face disappeared. He sighed and sprinted to where Narancia was, and we lost sight if him. We went over to find him, only to see he's gone.

I revealed Mario, and was about to go beat him up, when I heard music and saw Narancia holding her fixed music box and Y/n walking towards us with a twitching eye.

Y/n: Oy Mario, while you were hiding, did you happen to eat a box of donuts?

Mario: Yeah, why?

Narancia: Kick his ass Doppio.

As Doppio trudged towards the scared stand user, Y/n's voice was heard. But his mouth never moved.

Zucchero went to attack him, when suddenly Y/n stood behind him, and the song seemed further than it was. Zucchero was confused on how he moved, and Y/n's pink hair flowed while he glared at him.

Y/n: I WANTED THOSE DONUTS BASTARD!!

Y/n's stand's arm came out and punched him to me. I seperated his head from his body, and we got back on the boat. All I could do was watch the crying Y/n/Doppio sitting in Narancia's lap, while she stroked his pink hair, and played funeral music in front of the empty box with a picture of the donuts inside.