"Merry Christmas, (Y/n)!" You looked at your mother who had a video camera in her hand as she recorded you. You let out a giggle and tore away at the wrapping paper as you looked at the gaming console in front of you.

The room lit up from the flash of a photo being taken as you squealed in delight. You pulled at your sweater slightly as you held the console in the air with a excited look in your eyes.

"Marry Christmas pumpkin." Your dad ruffled your hair as he took a seat on the couch next to your mother.

Time warped before your eyes as you were now obviously much older and more mature. You were lounging cross your couch as you played a video game on the tv. The light of the screen lighting up the dark room as you popped a chip into your mouth.

"Why are you up so late?" Your dad grumbled from somewhere in the darkness as you glanced at him. "Why are you up so early?" You shot back as he snorted in response.

"Duty calls, we're short handed tonight and they need help." You made a 'oh' sound as you paused the game and looked at him.

You turned so you were fully facing him and smiled, "Would you like some coffee when you get back so you don't fuck up your sleep schedule again?"

He glared at you as he adjusted the hat on his head, "Language, and I would appreciate it greatly." You smiled at him as you held the bag of Doritos out to him, "For the road..." He generously took a couple of chips as he shoved them in his mouth.

"I love you and tell your mother the same thing for me." You gave him a thumbs up as he ruffled your hair with his free hand, "Love you too, chief!" You watched as he opened the door and left the house for the last time.

"Why did he have to go!" Your mother wailed in the Livingroom as you stood in the doorway with a cassette tape clenched in your hands. The officers looked at you with pity as they comforted the grief-stricken woman.

You just left the house with a Walkman clutched in your hands as you fumbled it open and shove the tape into it. You just cried as you walked away from the situation inside the house.

You woke up drenched in sweat as you ran to the bathroom and vomited. Your stand manifested and held back your hair as he rubbed circles on your back. "Thanks, -" You cut yourself off as you vomited again.

You wiped away the vomit from your mouth as you felt your head with your wrist; you were definitely burning up and had a fever dream earlier. "God damn it..." You sighed and made your way back into your room and collapse on your bed as you hugged your pillow.

You must've only gotten a few hours of sleep because you woke up from your phone dinging and light barely peaking through your curtains. You groaned as you grabbed your phone and looked at the unknown number.

You opened the text and sighed.

XXX- Your first mission starts today at 8, I'll see you there!

Funky- Who is this?

XXX- Oh! It's Doppio! Boss let me come along on your first mission, isn't that amazing?!

You grimaced at the message and debated if you should give him a nickname too. Red flags went off and you decided against it.

Funky- As much as I would love to go on my first mission with you today..... I'm really sick.

Doppio- Oh...

Your phone started to vibrate as Doppio's caller ID popped up. You answered and held the phone up to your ear.

"Hello?" Your horas voice called as you heard a obvious grimace from the other side as Doppio cringed at your voice.

"You really are sick! Does your team know?" You could hear his worried tone question you as you hummed in response.

"No... It's currently-"

You pulled your phone away and looked at the time and grimaced.

"Six in the morning... Bucciarati might be awake but everyone else sleeps in till seven or eight."

You could hear Doppio click his tongue as he mumbled something you couldn't make out.

"Pardon? I need you to speak up I'm still really tired and my brain can't process anything at this ungodly hour."

"Oh, I just said I was probably going to have to send Cioccolata over to give you something so you'll be in shape by next week."

You made a 'oh' sound as you you hummed for a moment awkwardly; Still not processing what he said completely.

"Anyway, I hope you get better soon and Cioccolata will be over sometime in the afternoon! See you some time next week!" Before you could say bye he hung up.

You closed your phone and put it back on your nightstand as you drifted back off to sleep.

You woke up to the sound of Mista and Narancia screaming while your stand stood in the doorway with a hole obviously made in the wall...

You probably forgot to mention your stand sometimes gets overly protective when you're in a vulnerable state so he lets no one near you unless he formed some kind of trust with that person... "..." You quietly called for your stand as he glanced over his shoulder at you.

"What the hell is wrong with your stand (Y/n)?!" Mista yelled as he used Narancia as a human shield. Your stand slammed the door on their faces and made his way to your side, grasping your hand.

His colors looked faded and dull as he looked down on your sweating form. "I'm not dying idiot... When was this a few weeks ago?!" You coughed as you regretted raising your voice. Your stand rubbed circles on your knuckles a few times before going back to stand guard by the door.

After a few moments you heard a knock on your door as your stand raised his fist in the air. "(Y/n) it's Bucciarati, call off your stand." Your stand faltered as he dropped his fist for a slight second.

"You know, I really wish I could..." You saw a zipper window get opened on the wall where the hole in the wall was as he looked through it. You stand moved in front of the hole as he looked down at the male.

"...!" You called for your stand again as he slowly moved away from the man as he opened the wall up fully and walked in. He glared at your stand before looking at you as his features soften, "(Y/n)... are you alright?" He approached your side.

Your stand stepped in-between the two of you as he looked down and glowered at the man. "Move ..." You tried to push him out of the way, but he didn't budge.

"Please let me see her..." You could barely see the look he made on his face as he stared up at , the sound of his voice sounded soft and comforting like a mother soothing a child throwing a tantrum. It must've worked because he moved to the side and allowed the man near you as he held the back of his hand up on your forehead.

"You're burning up! Your stand shouldn't even be out when you're in this state!" You looked to the side and sheepishly smiled, "That's the problem with some sentient stands... they don't always listen." He shook his head and said he would be back.

You stared at the ceiling as your stand paced back and forward in your room like some trained soldier ready to attack on sight... or was it more like a worried parent waiting for the bad news at a doctor's office?

You heard a knock on your door and looked to see Mista holding a bunch of blankets in his hand as he pushed the door open with his foot. He didn't make it two steps into the room before snatched the blanket from his arms and slammed the door in his face, again.

He formed a nest of blankets around you as he tucked them under you and swaddled you like a toddler. Your cheeks puffed up as you pouted slightly from the shitty situation. Not only are you missing your first actual mission because you're sick but is being unreasonable.

You heard another knock as Bucciarati opened the wall up with a zipper, "Are you allergic to anything?" You raised a brow and shook your head as he closed the wall up again.

Your stand just stared at the wall before sitting on the edge of your bed, and shifting his gaze to the mirror across the room from you. You stared at your reflection and grimaced at your horrible state as hair poked out from under your small blanket hood.

You stared at yourself for what felt like hours until you heard a zipper open the wall back up. Panic's neck snapped in his direction as he cracked his knuckles threateningly. Bucciarati put his hands up for a second before pulling a chair into the room along with a thin blanket.

He sat the chair down near your bed and sat on it while your stand burned holes into the side of the poor man's head. "You should be getting sleep." He covered himself with the thin blanket as he tied his hair back.

"I don't think I can go back to sleep... Mostly because I was woken up too much and I don't want another fever dream..." He sighed and patted your arm. "Want to talk about it?" You stared at your ceiling for a moment before slowly shaking your head, "Nah, I don't need y'all worrying about me."

You tried to look anywhere other than his face, already knowing he was giving you a worried look. He squeezed your arm slightly causing you to glance at him for a split second from the sudden increase in pressure. That fraction of a second was all you needed to see the sadness in his eyes causing you to suck in a breath and mutter a quiet 'fine'.

"It was a memory from when I was a kid... not my best memory but something I carry with me, ya know?" You stole another glance at him as his frown didn't lift any. "Are you really going to guilt trip me into continuing?"

You stared at him from the corner of your eye as he let out a long sigh and moved his arm down to your hand as he gripped it in a comforting manner, "You're crying, (Y/n)..." You touched the warm liquid on your cheek, "I'm not crying.... you're crying." He gave you a unamused look as he wiped the stray tear away.

"So what's everyone doing?" You changed the subject as he deadpanned slightly. "Trish is making soup, Abbacchio and Fugo are getting medicine, and Giorno, Mista, and Narancia are disinfecting the house. Now tell me what's bothering you."

"I already told you what's bothering me. Memories." You shrugged slightly as your stand shifted on the bed uncomfortably. He looked between you and Bucciarati before looking at the wall that was closed up.

You saw shift and reach into his breast pocket inside his shirt. He pulled out a black tape with the words 'Late-Night' scribbled on it with a blue pen. He tossed it to Bucciarati, who caught it effortlessly and looked over it.

" what the fuck, dude!" Your stand made a series of hand gestures as you tried to make out what he was saying. You sighed as Bucciarati tapped the tape in the palm of his hand. "It's pretty obvious when your stand wants you to talk about it too." You pressed your lips in a thin line and looked away.

"I..." You spoke quietly as he cocked a brow. You groaned and rolled away from him while pulling your hand out of his, "You shouldn't be in here, I might get you sick." You waited to hear him move but all you heard was silence.

"(Y/n)..." You let out a quiet whine as you tried to ignore his quiet calls. "(Y/n)... look at me." You let out another whine as you looked over your shoulder quickly before going back to stare at the wall. "Roll over and face me properly..." You flipped over slowly and stared at the floor as you played with a strand of your hair.

His hand slowly pulled yours out of your hair and held it, giving it slight squeeze in a comforting manner. "If you don't want to talk about it then say so, but I'm all ears if you ever want to talk about it. I'm not going to be leaving your side for a very long time." You relaxed slightly as he squeezed your hand again.

"..." You looked around and tried to form words as you were a bit taken back. "Thanks... that's very cash money of you." He shook his head not really understanding your slang but assumed it was something good.

You sat there as your stand stared at the two of you before digging through his large of collection of tapes in his back pocket. He pulled out a tape and waved the dust off of it as he popped it in his mouth. He mostly thought this would break the tension between the two of you...

"Oh my god..." You groaned as you pulled a pillow over your head. Bucciarati cocked his head to the side, trying to process what song the walking disco ball was playing this time. "Is this Sweet Caroline?" You slowly nodded your head from under the pillow as the man chuckled.

"Don't encourage him for the love of-" Your stand leaned over and pushed the pillow down on your head as he muffled the colorful vocabulary you were using.

He laughed as you pinched his hand in response. "It's not funny," you lifted the pillow up to glare at the man as his makeshift ponytail came undone slightly. "that thing will be the death of me." You pointed at your stand as he made a heart with his hands.

Your stand leaned over and grabbed you and Bucciarati's hands and put them together. He made sure to intertwine your fingers as you groaned in response. "I hate you sometimes, I hope you know that." You glared at the humanoid as tilted his head to the side innocently.

"Isn't that like saying you hate yourself?" Bucciarati laughed as he sat both of your hands down on the bed, "Yes." You stared at him with a serious looks on your face for a few seconds before breaking into laughter and coughing. "Bad idea-" You continued to cough as your stand patted your back.

You sat there as the music lowered to a low volume. "Want to tell me some things you did in the future?" You glanced up at him and smiled slightly, "Sure... want hear about my vacation at my friend's family farm for spring break?"

He nodded his head as you recalled the memory from your Junior year. "Alright... spring break, my friend Matt was going to his family's farm to visit them. He offered me to come along with Four Eyes." Bucciarati cocked a brow at the name 'Four Eyes' but didn't have time to ask as you continued, "His family was known for raising dairy cows, chickens, and sheep."

"So me and 'Four Eyes' had to share a room in one of the guest rooms since we were both girls and it was a small house on a very large farm." You glanced at Bucciarati again to make sure he was following along, he nodded his head as you continued,

"So on the third night his family wasn't going to be home and we had the house to ourselves for the night. Sooooo... we broke into the liquor cabinet and made mix drinks while Four Eyes made sure we wouldn't do anything stupid while under the influence." You laughed slightly because you did something stupid.

"So me and Matt had the grand idea to go try and ride a cow. So we made a mess for Four Eyes to clean up as we sneaked off to go find a cow outside." You watched as his face morphed into a grimace obviously knowing where this was going,

"So we found this snow white cow and I called dibs... He was a little upset but didn't object. So I climbed onto this cow and at first everything is going smooth, she's walking around calmly not really caring, until..." You paused for dramatic effect as he leaned forward in his seat.

You smiled, "Matt pulled out his stand, Gorillaz, to try and spice things up and scared the cow. So I'm holding on for dear life as this cow is running around and the ground is morphing around us." You cackled and started coughing as he waited patiently for you to finish the story,

"So I fall off and break my arm and almost get ran over by a spooked cow. My stand pulled me out of the way quickly before I could get killed by the cow... Now Matt is freaking the fuck out and Four Eyes finally comes outside to figure out why she hears a cow screaming... So now everyone is freaking out and I'm laughing hysterically on the ground as the booze and adrenaline did its thing and numbed the pain." You sighed with a dumb grin on your face as Bucciarati shook his head,

"So what happened?" He propped his elbow up on your nightstand as he rested his head on his hand, "Four Eyes calls an ambulance and tried to splint my arm together with her glass stand while I'm still on the ground laughing and bleeding... I mean the bone was completely out and it left a gnarly scar!" You showed him your arm as he hissed at the sight, "Please don't do anything stupid like that here..."

"No promises!" You chirped, with your scratchy voice cracking slightly. He gave you a serious look as you continued to smile at him dumbly. The phone on your nightstand dinged as you grabbed it and flipped it open.

Fuckboy: want to hang out at the base with me and Ghiaccio? He misses you~ ^3^

Fuckboy: and I miss you too...

Funky: Can't...

Fuckboy: Whyyyy? :'(

Funky: I'm sick as fuck and I can't leave my bed...

Fuckboy: Well if you can't come here.... I'll just bring the party to you

Funky: No, I'm reallllllly sick

Fuckboy: See ya in a few!

Funky: Formaggio

Funky: Oi! I'll have roundhouse your ass!

Funky: Pick up!

You sighed and flipped your phone closed and rubbed your temples. "Who was that?" Bucciarati tilted his head to the side as you put your phone back on your nightstand, "No one... don't worry about it." You adjusted the pillow under your head as you stared at the raven haired man for a few seconds before closing your eyes,

"I'll go to sleep now... night." "It's morning, (Y/n)..." You opened your eyes and glared at him before closing them again, "Shut up..." You could hear him chuckling lightly as you drifted off to sleep.

You awoke to some yelling in the Livingroom as you tried to cover your ears with a pillow. Your head formed a pounding head ache as your stand rubbed your back slightly, "Bucciarati can you tell them to be quiet please?" You waited a few seconds, only to hear nothing. Confused; you uncovered your head and looked at the empty seat with a blanket draped over it.

You sighed and got up despite your stand trying to push you back down on the bed. You glared at him as he finally stopped pushing you, probably already knowing it was pointless since you were going to get up one way or another. He just wrapped a blanket around you and helped you to the door and opened it for you.

You stumbled down the hall groaning as you headache grew worse.

"Let me see her!" You could make out Formaggio's shouts in the Livingroom as you stumbled into said room.

"Shut the fuck up you banshees!" You yelled and immediately started coughing from straining your voice too much. "I have a pounding headache and I finally fell asleep... and I wake up to this?" You glared at everyone in the room as you saw Mista holding Formaggio by the collar of his jacket.

Pesci was having a glaring contest with Narancia and Bucciarati as he held a small plastic container in his hands. Abbacchio was sitting at the dinner table with Fugo with a small paper bag sitting in front of him, Giorno was standing in the doorway of the kitchen with Trish at his side with a bowl of what you assumed to be soup in her hands.

"Formaggio..." Your eye twitched as you looked at the man that Mista was hanging onto, "I said Panic will roundhouse your ass if you didn't listen to me..." On cue your stand let go and started approaching the buzzcut haired man, cracking his knuckles as Mista let go and moved away quickly.