After your embarrassing incident with your stand, Bucciarati must've told everyone not to say anything, because you got weird looks during dinner.

It looked like everyone wanted to ask something but they didn't ask. You were sure everyone heard the song that played. After a awkward dinner you were informed the room you were sleeping in was your room for the time you were going to be staying with them.

You slept like a rock.

You awoke with someone poking your face. When you opened your eyes you let out a startled shout to Narancia being inches away from your face. "Morning!" he chirped as he backed up slightly. "I'm going back to sleep..." You groaned as you flipped on to your side, away from the black haired boy.

"Oh no you don't" Another voice rung out as the blanket on you was pulled off. You glared at the source of the voice to see a tired Mista holding your blanket. "My blankeeeeet..." you groaned as you grasped air.

"Bucciarati is taking you to go get tested today, get up." Mista bluntly stated as he tossed your blanket on the floor. You put your pillow over your face as you tried to forget the cold air that you were now exposed to.

You felt a pair of hands grab your ankles as you were pulled off your bed and onto the floor. You groaned and snuggled up with the blanket on the floor as you tried to forget the two in your room. You were rolled into the blanket and dragged out of your room and into the main room.

"Mista, why are you dragging (Y/n)'s blanket?" You could hear the voice of Giorno. He didn't talk much your first day but he had a recognizable voice.

"Because the lazy bum wouldn't get out of bed." He unrolled you figure who was still hugging the blanket. You let out a hiss as you shield your eyes from the light. "So dramatic..." You heard Mista scoff as he pulled you to your feet. When he let go you fell to the floor with a 'thump'.

You heard the patter of feet walk up to you as you felt someone poke your face. "Come on, (Y/n)! The sooner you take the test the sooner we can watch tv!" You heard the voice of Narancia as he continued to poke your face.

You groaned and pushed yourself to your feet and looked at Narancia. "Fine..." He let out a 'yay' and gave you a hug as you waddled over to the table with him still hugging you.

"Nice of you to join us." Abbacchio sneered as he ate a slice of toast. You grunted in acknowledgment as you pried Narancia off of you. "Who took a shit in your breakfast this morning?" You asked as you took a seat. Mista snickered as he took his respective seat next to you.

You grabbed a slice of toast and ate it while you waited for everyone else to make their way down stairs. Trish was the last to join everyone at the table while everyone ate while having a light conversation.

"So, (Y/n)... does your stand really play music?" You choked on your drink and looked at Mista who was feeding his stand. "Maybe... why are you asking?" You squinted at the man while he drummed his fingers on the table.

Everyone else was having a conversation with each other so they weren't paying attention to the tension between the two of you. "Really?! That's so cool! Is he like a portable stereo?" Narancia chirped from the other side of you.

You looked at the boy who practically had stars in his eyes. "Well kinda...-" "Cool! I'll be right back!" He quickly got up from the table and ran behind the tv and up the stairs. Everyone just gave you a confused look, as if to silently ask 'what happened?'.

You shrunk slightly in your chair and continued eating until Narancia ran back down the stairs with a bunch of disks. He moved his plate to the side, almost knocking over Abbacchio's coffee, and messily dropped the disks on the table.

"Can he play any of these?!" He held up a disk to your face. "Uhhh, well..." You scratched the back of your neck as your stand manifested behind you. plucked the disk from the boy's hand and inspected it. He spun it around on his finger and shook his head. He handed you the disc and pointed to the title of it.

It was some new pop album that he didn't approve of. "Oh, I see the problem. He doesn't like the genre of music, and possibly because he only plays cassette tapes." You looked up at your stand who nodding his head. "What?! Cassette tapes?!" Narancia let out a aggravated whine as he scooped up all of the discs he brought downstairs.

Everyone was just staring at your stand as he nonchalantly stood there. After a minute Narancia came back down the stairs with cassette tapes in his arms this time. He placed them on the table as a few fell to the floor.

Your stand picked up a cassette tape from the floor and looked at it. He popped it out of it's case and handed you the case. "Young MC? I didn't know you listened to anything in English." You watched as your stand switched it out for a tape in his mouth. You watched as the tape whirled in his mouth for a few seconds before stopping at a song.

Your stand kept the music at a low volume as it played 'Bust A Move'. You tapped your finger to the beat as you finished your second slice of toast. Everyone was still staring at your stand who was bobbing his head to the beat. "So... Stand introduction." You motioned to your stand behind you.

"This is, , , or for short. Most of my abilities rely on music so he plays music for me. He has his own collection of mix tapes, so I never have to carry any around with me. Any questions?" Giorno raised his hand,

"Yes?" "What's his abilities?" You hummed in thought as you tried to remember his abilities. "'Do You Wanna Funk?' Is one of the few abilities that don't need music and doesn't have a range. It makes the opponent dance uncontrollably. I'm not going to say how although." You drummed your fingers on the table a few more times before explaining the rest of his abilities.

Giorno just nodded his head and pulled out his stand. It was golden with purple ladybugs decorating it's skin. "This is Golden Experience. He can give life to inanimate objects." He demonstrated by turning his napkin into a flower and handed it to you. You took the flower and smelled it. You weren't sure what to expect because it smelled just like a flower.

Eventually everyone introduced their stands minus Fugo and Abbacchio. Fugo said his stand was too dangerous and Abbacchio was just being a bitch. You mostly liked Trish's stand because it was a giant reference to 'Spice Girls'.

After breakfast you were rushed into your room to change into something so you and Bucciarati could leave. Clothes were laid out on your bed with a note placed on top of it. You looked at the clothes which was a (f/c) jumpsuit with gray stripes and wooden buttons. it matched your funky style. You slipped into the suit and tied your skates on.

You opened the note to see what it said, and because you wanted to thank the person personally.

'I noticed from the first day your stand had a funky vibe, so I had Trish get a jumpsuit for you. I hope you like it!'

-Mista

You smirked at the note and placed it on your nightstand, next to the broken alarm clock. You skated out of your room and into the bathroom where you combed your hair a few times before you were satisfied.

You met Bucciarati by the front door who was already in his suit and waiting on you. You nodded your head and followed him outside to his car. You hopped into the passenger seat while he got into the drivers.

You both sat in silence while you looked out the window and watched the buildings go by. You tapped your finger on your knee while you tried to imagine what the test is going to be about. Maybe they would put you in scenarios where you would have to make a choices. Or perhaps you were going to have to-

Your thoughts were cut off with someone gently nudging you. Your gaze shifted over to Bucciarati, putting the car in park. You looked out the window to see you were outside a restaurant. "Go inside and tell the waiter that you're here for a checkup, they'll lead you to a table where you'll have to talk to someone about joining." You nodded your head and opened the car door.

"Oh, and (Y/n)," You turned your head and looked at Bucciarati. "Here's some money for food, be careful." You nodded your head and took the money before heading towards the restaurant.

You skated to the door as someone opened it for you. You thanked the person and waited for a waiter to walk up to you. After waiting for a good few seconds a waiter walked up to you and asked if you had a reservation. "I'm here for a checkup." You responded coolly as they nodded their head and walked you over to a booth in another room.

You slipped into the booth and tapped your fingers against the table for a few minutes until someone slipped into the seat across from you.

You immediately recognized the face. "I crashed into your apartment the other day!" You gasped as you looked the pink haired male. He adjusted his purple sweater and gave you a smile, "It looks like you healed up nicely." He pointed to the side of his head, where you received injuries from jumping from his apartment.

"I should refrain from jumping from buildings or cliffs for awhile." You chuckled awkwardly, "The name's (Y/n) (L/n)." You held your hand out for him to shake. He took your hand and shook it quickly. "Vinegar Doppio, but you can call me Doppio." You smiled and pulled away.

He clapped his hands together and looked at the menu in front of him. "Shall we eat?" You nodded your head and opened your own menu and looked at the food on it.

"So, (Y/n), I looked into you and noticed you have no records, why is that?" You looked up at the brown eyed male as his eyes flickered to green for a brief moment. You blinked a few times before realizing he was waiting for a answer.

"Funny story... I'm not from around here." You laughed slightly as you started to panic internally. The situation looked bad since you probably had no known record here and it could make you look like a spy of sorts.

He hummed as he flipped to the next page on the menu. "Where are you from then?" His voice was deeper as he scanned the menu.

Alarm bells were ringing, telling you to leave the situation, but you stayed put and put on a poker face. "America..." You told half of the truth since you weren't sure how many people you were allowed to tell that you were from the future.

"Right... and what made you want to join such a dangerous business?" You bit your lip as you put your menu down and thought. "I won't be able to get a job from where i'm from since I have a bad reputation. Besides, i'm good at getting my assignments done and it was recomended to me by a friend." You tapped your hand a few more times on the table and looked out the window.

"I see..." You could hear him put his menu down as he sighed.

The tension was broken as a waitress came over and ask for your orders. His voice immediately changed back to the high pitched cheery voice you remembered. You looked at him confused until the waitress asked for what you wanted. You ordered (f/d) with (f/f).

She walked off as you looked back at Doppio. He had a cheerful smile plastered on his face as he folded his hands neatly in front of him. You scanned his brown eyes for a few seconds as he patiently tapped the table.

"I've been informed you have a stand, mind telling me a bit about it?" You coughed slightly as you as you tried to recall the information you told the others this morning. "His name is . He's a music based stand that requires music for most of his abilities." He nodded his head and stared at his lap for a few seconds.

The silence was bearable before he started mimicking a phone call. He pulled his phone out from his pocket and flipped it open before answering it.

"Yes, boss?" You stared at him confused as he looked at you. "I understand. I'll tell her now." You looked even more confused since you couldn't hear the voice he was talking to. He flipped his phone closed and put it back in his pocket,

"Boss said welcome to the family! It's nice to have you joining us. I'm sure Bucciarati will take great care of you on his team." He smiled as both of your food was placed on the table in front of you. Something was off but you didn't bother asking.

You both ate in silence as you tried not to think about what you just got yourself involved in. You were pretty sure your mom and dad would kill you if they ever found out, or just be extremely disappointed, which is worse.

After finishing your food the check was placed on the table. You reached into your pocket and pulled out the money Bucciarati gave you. Doppio shook his head and waved the money you had away. "It's on me, think of it as a welcome present." You nodded your head and thanked him.

You both walked outside- well you skated outside. "I guess this is bye?" You rubbed your neck as you looked around for Bucciarati's car. "I guess so!" He stuck out his hand and waited for you to take it.

You took his hand and felt something get slipped into yours as he pulled you towards him. "Welcome to the family, I look forward to working with you!" He smiled at you before walking away. You opened your hand and saw a golden pin in it.

You looked around for Bucciarati's car again and realized he wasn't around. So you waited... and waited... and waited...

You sat on the curb and watched cars pass by. You rotated the pin in your pocket as you saw a familiar car with a dent in the hood pass. You had a 'oh shit' moment as the car passed by you.

It was in slow motion as you made eye contact with the driver of the car, who was 'blueberry' himself. You watched as the car drove for a bit before slamming on the breaks and reversing back to you. You stood up and casually started rolling away like nothing happened.

"Don't act like we didn't make eye contact damn it!" You could hear him yell from his car. You opted on playing dumb, "What eye contact? What's eye contact?" Not that dumb!

"Yo, Ghiaccio, who's the chick?" You watched as a guy with a buzz cut sat up in the backseat. He looked like he just woke up from a long nap as he stared at you. You gave his a peace sign and slowly started to retreat away from the car.

"Nice seeing you blueberry! Gotta roll though!" You skated in the opposite direction of the car quickly as you tried to escape the situation.

You watched as the car reversed in front of you again as he parked the car on the side of the road. "Stop calling me that STUPID nickname." He hissed as he adjusted his glasses on his face.

"Nah, i'll stick with it a little longer until I can find you a better nickname." You watched as the buzz cut guy looked between the two of you for a second with a shocked facial expression.

"Was this the chick you and the others were chasing the other day? Hot damn, she's fine!" You laughed as the guy gawked at you.

"Shut it, Formaggio!" You watched as the guy leaned back in his seat and scrolled on his flip phone, "What do I have to do to get your number?" He waved his phone around as blueberry silently seethed at the male.

"I don't have a phone." You shrugged as you showed your hands. "That's fine I'll give you my number, you can text me when you get one!" He chirped as he looked around for something to write on.

"Formaggio!" Blueberry barked at the male as he searched the glove box before pulling out a pen and napkin.

"So why did you stop me Blueberry?" You hummed as you were handed the napkin with 'Formaggio's' digits on it. "Because I have to take you back to my place."

You snorted as you shoved the napkin in your pocket. "That's awfully bold of you, but i'm waiting on someone right now." He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose trying to keep his cool and not snap at you.

"I don't mean it like that-" A car honked getting your attention as the conversation was cut short. "That's my ride, gotta go!" You skated off and to Bucciarati's car. You hopped in as you watched as the guy punched his steering wheel.

"What took you so long?" You hummed as he drove off. "Something happened at the house while you were gone, and I presume you got the pin?" You pulled the golden pin out of your pocket and showed the man as he glanced at it.

"So what happened at the house?" His grip tightened on the steering wheel as he gritted his teeth in annoyance.

"You wouldn't happen to know why Narancia would take a shit in Fugo's shoes would you?" You wheezed as you imagined how pissed Fugo must've been at the boy. "No, I wouldn't know why." you lied as you played stupid.

"Really? Because Narancia said it was a future thing." You smiled at Bucciarati innocently as you tried to think of a way to change the subject.

"So. What else happened while I was gone?" You changed the subject as you tried to steer his suspicion away.

He just side eyed you for a moment before fishing something out of his pocket. He tossed something into your lap which you caught before it could bounce onto the floor. It was a flip phone. You looked through the contacts to see you had everyone in the household added and you were in a group chat.

"You've made a grave error giving me this kind of power." You snickered as you changed everyone's contact name. You powered the phone off and put it in your pocket as you stared out of the window.

It only took a few minutes until you were back at the place you would be calling home for awhile. You skated into main room to see Fugo and Narancia tied up on the couch. You watched as Fugo glared at you while Narancia held a smug look on his face.

"Did you hear what happened?" Mista chirped as he sat between the two. "Maybe..." You chuckled as you ruffled Narancia's hair.

"Narancia took a huge shit in Fugo's shoes! It was hilarious!" Mista howled with laughter as he slapped his knee, "You should've seen the look on Bucciarati's face when he walked into the house, priceless!" You snorted as you leaned against the couch and looked at the tv.

You watched as Bucciarati walked next to you with a disapproving look. "Do you know who told Narancia that it was a future thing?" You mind wandered back to when you were eating snacks on the floor in your room with the boy.

"Whaaaaaaat? Pfft, no." You started sweating gallons as he stared at you. "Anyway, I gotta bounce and change into something comfy, see ya!" You didn't make it two feet until a hand landed on your shoulder.

"Do you know how I know your lying?" Bucciarati hummed in amusement as you stiffened and slowly turned towards him. "Because i'm a bad liar?" You smiled awkwardly as he shook his head.

He leaned forward and licked the side of your face painfully slowly as your mind tried to process what was happening. "Because the taste of your sweat," He licked his lips and stared at you. "and this is the taste of a liar."

You held a painfully large smile on your face as your brain stopped functioning. "Your on dish duty for the next month." You snapped back into reality as you stared at him shock. "Dishes?! Not only did I get your cooties but dishes too?!" You watched as Mista continued to howl with laughter as he held his stomach.