After an extreme amount of convincing on Fugo's behalf, Narancia finally let Fugo pick him up and carry him the rest of the way.
Narancia was still wiping his tears away slowly. For how tough of a personality he tried to show everyone, in truth, he could become emotional very quickly. He still squirmed and writhed in Fugo's grasp though, feeling humiliated as they opted to take the back streets towards the compound. It certainly wouldn't help Narancia's mood if people were constantly pointing and giggling at them.
Narancia whined and crossed his arms. "Fugo, can you let me down now, please? I can take care of myself, I promise-!"
Before Narancia could say anymore, Fugo had already put a finger over his lips and shushed him. "Hush, Nara. If I carry you, then you can reserve all your energy for defeating these stand users. I wouldn't want you getting all tired on me, would I?" Fugo chuckled softly as his gaze flickered up towards the warehouse. "Besides, we're almost here, so quit your whining."
Narancia tried hard not to blush at the nickname as he was slowly set down on the ground, rolling his shoulders as he put his hands in his pockets. "So, whaddya want me to do? I can use Aerosmith to look for nearby hostiles, if ya want."
Fugo scratched his chin for a moment before shaking his head and replying. "No, that might not be the best idea. If they have a sniper, they could clearly see Aerosmith and shoot you down." He then turned to Narancia and put a hand on his shoulder, biting his lip a little in distress. "Can you go through the back of the warehouse, Narancia? That way, I can wait for a distraction so we can overwhelm them."
Narancia quickly nodded and was about to run off towards the establishment, but decided to pause for a minute and ask Fugo a question.
"Fugo, we should have some kind of, uh, I dunno… a command or something, so I can tell you when to come out without having to say it." Fugo nodded in response and crossed his legs while thinking of what to say.
"Ah, that's a very good idea, Narancia. How about… three knocks on the wall? That should let me know just fine, I think." Narancia grinned and quickly started to walk away, turning to Fugo for a short time. "Got it, Fugo. I won't let you down, I promise!"
Fugo chuckled and quickly followed, the two of them splitting paths soon after as Narancia went around the back side of the building, Fugo hiding near the entrance and closing his eyes to listen as best as he could to the happenings inside.
Narancia quickly sneaked around to the back side of the warehouse, looking around before using Aerosmith to shoot the lock off of the door. He slid it open, almost asking if anyone was inside before stopping himself. There were no lights inside the complex, so he was able to stick to the shadows rather easily.
The warehouse was huge, almost similar to an aircraft hangar. A large boat sat in the middle of the gigantic room, roughly 20 feet long with a few bridges on it leading off to various floors of the location. "Looks like they're loading this ship up with something… but what could it be?"
Quickly enough, Narancia was able to find a detonator switch for presumed explosives. The idea quickly clicked in his head. He very quietly spoke to himself. "A-ha! So they're loading this ship with explosives, then setting it on the ocean, likely with innocents on board." Narancia brought out Aerosmith again, looking for any potential explosives he could capture to try and thwart the enemy's plans.
Just as he went around the corner, Narancia's foot gently tapped against something rough on the floor, and he could barely feel the sensation before a choking sensation inflamed his neck.
Narancia writhed around and dug his nails into the foreign attacker's arm, barely able to move much as he felt his source of air being cut off. Just before his vision went completely dark, he was able to move his head back and hit his attacker in the head, with Narancia eventually being freed and rubbing his neck as he coughed violently, attempting to get away.
Suddenly, two more figures had appeared from the shadows, one of them kneeing Narancia in the stomach and the other one getting a good punch at his face. Narancia quickly dropped to the ground as the tallest man in the group laughed heartily, picking him up by the cuff of his shirt as the other two followed him.
"Ya see? I told you guys that somebody was followin' us, and you didn't wanna believe me!" A foreign voice rang in Narancia's ears as he struggled weakly, the man carrying him quickly kicking him in the stomach and dropping him on the ground as he spit on the ground near Narancia.
"Shut it. Point is, we got him. Milo, what's this buffoon's name again?" The presumed leader of the three talked to his two subordinates, as Narancia was able to quickly turn his head up and get a look at the entrance to the warehouse. He saw the door slightly ajar, and noticed-
Fugo.
Fugo had stuck his head in the door, trying to get a look in at what was happening. Narancia saw the hand Fugo was using to keep the door open tighten up as tears filled his eyes. He almost took a step inside before Narancia shook his head, barely maintaining enough energy to mouth out a refusal before falling over again.
He vacantly heard the words "Narancia Ghirga" echo through his mind; likely from the 'Milo' that the leader was talking about earlier. All he could do is softly groan as the pain hit him like an electric wave. He felt himself get kicked again before being set up in a chair, biting his lip as he tried to stop the blood from flowing. He heard someone pulling his switchblade out of the secret compartment he had installed in his left shoe, and laughing as they twirled it around in their hand.
"Heh, so this little stick is all this idiot was gonna fight us with? Man, it was real stupid of him to show up on his own…" The fellow Narancia assumed to be Milo spoke harshly, as Narancia struggled to keep consciousness still. He coughed violently as his hair fell into his eyes, obstructing most of his vision.
The leader spoke harshly once more as he looked around, almost paranoid as to another party. "Milo. Quit messing around and do what you have to. Just interrogate him already, and finish him off." Narancia couldn't help but smirk at the thought that they would be able to get anything out of him, although he was quickly punched in the groin again for it.
Milo cracked his knuckles and laughed softly before unsheathing the switchblade.
"Alright, you little-"
Before anyone could speak, a warm wave of energy hit all four of them.
Almost like a window being opened on a summer day, the room suddenly became warm as all of the people within the room were interrupted. The enemy stand users barely had time to turn around before they heard a sickeningly deep voice behind them, booming as if it was enchanted by another force.
"Get the fuck away from him."
Narancia barely smiled again as he looked up to see a familiar face.
Fugo had slipped his way inside the building, and he was pissed.
Fugo was shaking with rage as he looked down at the ground, a purple aura forming around him as Purple Haze appeared slightly behind him. Purple Haze was twitching and foaming at the mouth, holding its head with both hands and biting its lip so hard that it was drawing blood. Fugo's hair dropped down over his eyes as he grit his teeth.
In all the years he's worked with Fugo, Narancia had never seen him so angry.
Sure, him and Purple Haze would have plenty of temper tantrums, but they were usually easily talked down by the rest of the gang. This, though… this was different.
Fugo was nearly salivating with pure malice as he took a step forward, Purple Haze and him barely discernable from each other despite the clothing. The three stand users that were between him and Narancia grit their teeth at the flow of energy.
Milo quickly closed his fist as he summoned his stand.
"Neptune!" Milo yelled as he summoned a sky blue colored stand holding a metal staff, sending it to charge at Fugo. Fugo barely batted an eye as Purple Haze expertly grabbed the staff out of Neptune's hands, snapping it in half over its knee and, with one punch, sent Neptune and Milo directly into the wall.
The second stand user could barely move before he felt himself being tossed to the ground, as he had been grappled by Fugo himself and punched straight into the ship next to them.
Finally, with only the leader remaining, he wasn't able to utter a full sentence before Fugo had begun to lean back slightly, smirking as Purple Haze violently unleashed a volley of blows onto him. Narancia watched on in amusement and slight horror at how long the string lasted for. Narancia was able to count for a full two minutes before Purple Haze finally delivered the final blow to the stomach, with a blood curdling stand cry as the leader flew through the building, landing several dozen feet away outside.
Narancia let his head sink down as he chuckled softly, coughing again as he looked at Fugo in his peripheral view. Fugo was panting heavily, with sweat pouring down him and staining his shirt as Purple Haze deployed all six of the bulbs on its hands, quickly decomposing the area around him. Fugo quickly came to his senses, grabbing Narancia by the hand and pulling him out of the range of Purple Haze's virus capsules.
The two of them didn't speak for more than a minute after getting out of range, Fugo twitching slightly still. When Narancia tried to talk, Fugo simply hugged Narancia with all the strength he had left, peppering kisses all across his face. Fugo could barely make more than a few words, simply stammering together phrases of praise and worry for a few moments.
Eventually, Narancia pulled him out of the hug and clutched his shoulders tightly, shaking him slightly to recover his senses.
"Calm down."
Narancia spoke softly, yet reassuringly, as he pet Fugo's hair, trying to gently calm him. Eventually, all of Fugo's emotions came out in a torrent, with occasionally stops to catch his breath and sniff slightly.
"O-Oh my god, Narancia, I-I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to scare you! I just saw everything they were doing and- it just happened, I-"
Fugo's small monologue was interrupted by Narancia kissing him passionately on the lips, quickly slipping his tongue into Fugo's mouth and hugging him again. He didn't care about how Fugo felt at this point, whether he felt guilty, sad, angry, or all of the above.
All he wanted to do right now was make him comfortable.
Eventually, the kiss parted as they both took deep breaths. Fugo coughed slightly and rubbed the bruises where Narancia was hit worryingly. "Y-You're hurt…" Fugo spoke in a small whisper as Narancia put his hands to the side, kissing his forehead.
"I-It's alright. I'll live. I'm just glad you're o-okay…"
They both hugged again, sniffling for a few more moments until Narancia pulled away to look at the destroyed building around them.
"So, uh… should we clean this up?"
Fugo giggled at Narancia's words, hugging him again and laying down next to a nearby wall to nurse eachother's wounds.
"Just five more minutes."