AN: Welcome back everyone!

I'm glad everyone enjoyed the last chapter!

To answer some of the things in the reviews, Cyrus will not utilize Hamon or the Spin. He doesn't understand the full extent of Hamon because he only has Valentine's memories of the Joestars. Valentine's memories only extend to the Joestar's individual ideologies, as well as a very vague history of their specific lives. For example, he would be able to know about the details of each of their final battles (not counting Gappy, because Eyes of Heaven happened before Wonder of U was introduced to my knowledge), but he wouldn't be able to know the entire storyline of various Joestars. He is only especially knowledgeable, when it comes to Johnny Joestar's story because he was directly involved.

As for the Spin, Cyrus does understand the Spin vaguely, but he won't be using it simply because he doesn't have the real means to use it such as a Steel Ball or Tusk. Not to mention, he already has D4C which vastly outclasses many enemies that he fights as is.

Rest assured however, I have a few ideas as to where Cyrus might be able to take D4C regarding its powers and uses...

Right, enough talk.

Let's begin!

Disclaimer: I, Beowulf, do not own PJO or JJBA. I only own this plot, my OC, and the disappointing truth that I do not possess D4C. If I did, I'd be jumping around universes like a bunny on crack.

~Chapter 16~

"Why does my life have to be so complicated..." Percy complained a little to himself as he fiddled with the straw of his drink.

After his audience with the Goddess of Love, Percy had trudged his way back to the now-darkened restaurant and gotten himself a drink as he pondered what Aphrodite had been talking to him about. While the rest had gone on ahead and waited for Cyrus to return, Percy stepped away as he slurped on his milkshake, musing to himself on the information Aphrodite had given him.

And boy was it a lot that she had dumped on him.

For starters, she told him that the Hunters couldn't be trusted and warned him that they had or were still considering recruiting Annabeth. After that, she revealed that she had been the one to subtly manipulate the Stoll twins into trying to prank Phoebe with the centaur blood laced shirt, with the plan being that Annabeth would join them instead of Phoebe on the quest.

Which Cyrus had promptly thwarted, though he probably hadn't immediately realized it.

But that wasn't Percy's issue right now. The Hunters, recruiting Annabeth? Why? And more importantly (at least to him), would she accept it? Percy bit his lip a little. The thought of that made his stomach turn.

She wouldn't right? She would never abandon hi- the Camp for that...right?

Percy bit his lip as he looked down at his milkshake, suddenly losing his appetite. Why would she consider it anyway? Would it be because of Luke abandoning them? Or maybe something else?

"Thinking hard huh Sharkbait?" A voice behind him piped up, making him jump a little as he whirled around.

Cyrus stood about two feet behind him, hands clasped behind his back with a smirk on his face. Percy gave him a glare as he tried to steady his breathing. "Holy Hera we need to put a bell or something on you or something. How do you keep sneaking up on everyone like that?"

The teen Stand User just shrugged, his smirk still present. "Just one of many skills I've picked up here and there. If I want, I can walk without making a single sound."

"...See, out of the many things we've learned about you, this is the only thing that makes even a little sense."

"Why thank you!"

"That's not a compliment." Percy replied, inwardly groaning.

Cyrus chuckled before looking at him. "So, what did Aphrodite tell you?"

"Nothing much really. Just that we'd be crossing through her husband's junkyard. She warned me not to take anything from it is all." Percy replied with a shrug, before finding his milkshake very interesting suddenly.

The Stand User's eyes narrowed as he fixed the son of Poseidon with a stare. Percy looked up to see his stare, shuffling a little as he became uncomfortable.

"That's not all that she said Sharkbait. What else did she say?"

"Nothing!" Percy said a little louder, still refusing to meet his eyes.

Cyrus kept his stare on him, "I can tell you're lying Percy. It's obvious, now spill."

The son of Poseidon glared at him, "No I'm not!"

"Yes, you are. I can tell," Eyes wide in disbelief, Percy opened his mouth to retort before Cyrus pressed forward. "You're not meeting my eyes, you're shifting nervously, there's a trace of nervous sweat on you, and D4C is taking your pulse right now, which quickened when you started speaking."

"Wait wha-?" Percy looked down at his hand, noticing that a ghostly light blue-pink hand had two fingers on his wrist, feeling his pulse. He jerked the hand away in surprise as the hand faded out of existence.

Meanwhile Cyrus just smirked on the inside. Did Percy really think he could fool him? When he had spent almost two years in the company of the most powerful organization in Europe?

Cyrus tilted his head, "So as I was saying...what did else did Aphrodite tell you?"

With a sigh, the son of Poseidon relented unwillingly. "Fine fine...she said that the Hunters weren't to be trusted and that they were trying to recruit Annabeth for the Hunt. She said that was why they were in Maine, aside from dealing with Thorn."

The Stand User raised an eyebrow at that, 'hmming' softly as he ran a hand through his mane of hair. "Curious...Annie must have been in a bad spot mentally if that's the case."

"What? Why?"

"Who knows? My guess would be that she was feeling like she didn't contribute enough and was worthless."

Percy's eyes narrowed at what he perceived as a slight against Annabeth. "No way! She's never been worthless! She's saved mine and Grover's life so many times!"

Cyrus nodded at that, silently noting Percy's reaction with a little smile, "And I agree, she never has been worthless. In fact, she's been the opposite ever since I met her. But, that doesn't mean she can't still feel that way."

"Well why would she ever feel like that?"

The Stand User rubbed the back of his neck and grimaced as he looked around as if watching out for any would be listeners. "Well, I'm sure Thals and Grover told you about how I was a part of their group when they were first making their way to Camp right?"

Percy nodded and Cyrus continued. "What they probably never told you was that I found Annabeth first. She was in the alleyways of San Francisco when I found her. A couple of draecenae were on top of her and she was passed out. As to why I was there...lets just say a benefactor of mine said that San Francisco would be a solid start for me to get my bearings in the whole 'demigod' routine."

Cyrus didn't feel too keen on mentioning the Saint and how he had essentially been resurrected from his first death in another world and then transported straight to the dumpsters of San Francisco. He had immediately set to work in terms of learning about this new world.

He worked fast. And when he got going, he got a lovely little 'trial by fire' as it were.

Cyrus's eyes misted over slightly as he recalled his first introduction into the world of Gods and Monsters.

-Flashback, seven years ago-

Cyrus frowned as he stole a glance over his shoulder as he stalked through the alleyways of San Francisco. He had just successfully organized and worked through all the memories of President Valentine regarding the Joestars and the Eyes of Heaven War and was now working on learning as much as possible from the book that had appeared, apparently a courtesy from the Saint himself.

Currently, Cyrus was impressed by all of the Joestar lineage. Each of them had a trait that Cyrus could appreciate deeply and all had the genius mind for strategy that Cyrus admired. However, the ones that he found himself most connected to were four of them in particular Jotaro, Josuke, Giorno, and Johnny.

Jotaro's brutal but protective nature, Josuke's cheeky friendliness and goofiness, and of course, Giorno's resolve and ruthlessness, and finally, Johnny's vicious dark determination. All of those inspired him. Giorno and Johnny in particular resonated with Cyrus for some odd reason...

The Golden Wind of the Joestar family, with his Golden Dream, his merging of the Joestar spirit with the brutality and charisma of DIO, the Scourge and wielder of The World, it all spoke to Cyrus, cementing him as an idol of sorts to work towards.

At the same time, Johnny was very much an opposite side of the same coin of sorts in comparison to Giorno. He was selfish, and ruthless, with a determination to achieve his goals that could even be deemed as an obsession. Both Joestars had overwhelming determinations and ruthless behaviors, but Giorno had used his for his Golden Dream, while Johnny had used his determination to learn the Spin.

In the end, Giorno would forever be Cyrus's role model...

And along with that, Cyrus had other things he had learned as well.

It all started and ended with the curious new world he had been placed into. Gods, monsters, and countless others. It was fascinating.

He could never have imagined in his wildest of dreams that there would be such a massive menagerie of beasts living under the noses of countless human beings, along with Gods simply walking among said humans with not a single one the wiser.

And the demigods...

Cyrus had already grasped that they were simply the offspring of a God and a human. Half and half, part of both worlds of Gods and men, and that in this world, there were many famous figures that had been one of these demigods.

Such a secret history, hidden away from the rest of the world was an intoxicating subject for Cyrus to delve into, and he did so with gusto, devouring whole tomes in the local library that he had...snuck into by using D4C's warping powers.

...hey, use it or lose it, right?

Regardless (and he attributed this to natural Joestar curiosity...or maybe it was Valentine's own curiosities), he devoured countless materials from the local libraries as he hunted down information that would allow him to do as the Saint had tasked him to be, his Emissary.

At the same time, he had also already realized that he was one of these demigods, not by blood, but by the Saint's body parts being part of his...well, being. It confused the hell out of him, so he had just shelved the topic to be thought of later.

His demigod state of being, of course, had explained the curious monsters and such he was seeing through the "Mist" that clouded the minds of mortals. Usually he had been good at keeping out of the way while he learned more about this world. But now...

The young Stand User frowned deeply as he noticed five figures walking into an alleyway in front of him, turning the corner into what was a dead end. They had been hissing and muttering to themselves in voices that certainly were not human.

Conclusion: They must have been monsters.

He scowled as he followed them into the dead end, and found them...hovering over a bruised and asleep young girl.

She was blonde and probably just over seven years old. Her face was scratched up and so too were her clothes.

The tallest of the five monsters hissed in glee. "A demigod! We sshall feasst well tonight my ssissterss!"

Cyrus felt his blood start boiling as fury began to course through his veins. These...worms planned on eating this child? Defenseless as she slept?

Unable to fully contain his anger, he snapped out with a fist, pulverizing a portion of the brick wall next to him with just his hand.

The five enemies whirled around, before hissing angrily at him. The one in front, which was seemingly the leader, snarled. "What wass that?"

Cyrus smirked, just barely able to control his rage as he stepped out to face them. "That...was me."

Their nostrils seemed to flare, and the leader of the group licked her lips hungrily. "Another demigod! What a lovely feasst for uss my ssissterss."

Cyrus wrinkled his nose in annoyance. "Must you continue to talk like that? The 'ss' added on to every word with the letter s in them?"

His enemies snarled as the Mist cleared, revealing them to be draecenae, wielding spears and nets. "Thiss iss our way of sspeech, foul demigod!"

"Then why do you want to eat me if I'm foul..?" He shot back, tilting his head in mock confusion.

"Enough from you! We will feasst on your flessh!" Cyrus arched an eyebrow as they hefted their weapons.

"Is that so?"

The lead draecena hissed in anger before slithering forward, her sisters right behind her as they charged the young demigod.

"Sloppy." Cyrus slapped the spear that the monster had thrust at his face to the side with his left hand before lashing out with a backhand strike with the same hand.

Crush!

The draecena's face crumpled inwards at the temple area, cratering from the impact of his fist. A savage grin melted onto Cyrus's face as he felt a touch of battle-thrill pour through his heart.

The Saint's Rib-Cage had boosted his body to peak human capability. Combined with his Stand's strength and power, he had realized one thing: He was not something to be trifled with.

He smirked as the other draecenae hissed in loathing as their leader fell, crumbling into gold dust before they let loose a volley of spear thrusts.

Letting D4C manifest fully, he grinned as the monsters that had planned to make a meal of him suddenly slithered back.

Their eyes widened in shock. "W-what iss thiss?!"

His eyes widened as well as his mind, sharpened by Valentine's memories and Joestar cunning, quickly put the pieces together. "Interesting...so these beings can see Stands? Curious...perhaps it is similar to this Mist. Mortals cannot see my D4C but they can see these monsters in the form of some illusions..." He noted to himself as he had already spotted similar monsters during his stay in San Francisco.

"This probably means that demigods and Gods could also see Stands...interesting. In that case I'll have to be careful about using D4C openly like this, but for now...I'll show these worms exactly how screwed they are."

He smirked viciously as D4C's hands clenched into fists. "So...these slithering abominations feed on humans huh? Especially demigods...twisted pests! "This is your doom. You twisted worms should have ran back to the holes you crawled out from." He spat out darkly as his and his Stand's eyes burned bright.

With a roar, he dashed forward, unleashing his Stand's overwhelming power without mercy. The dracenae, after they reformed in Tartarus would forever fear the colors of blue and pink.

-Flashback end-

"Cyrus? Hey Cyrus!" The boy in question jolted a little as he heard his name.

"Hm? Sorry, I was just lost in some memories...you were saying something?"

Percy grumbled a little, "You were saying something about meeting Annabeth in San Francisco?"

"Ah, right of course," Cyrus muttered as he recollected himself, "As I was saying, I met her first before Thals and Luke. She'd been sneaking around after she ran away from home and apparently got roughed up by some idiot mortal bullies and knocked out. I found her about to be eaten by some draecenae and well..."

He trailed off, and Percy felt a chill go down his back as he realized what had probably happened to the snake women. Cyrus just continued. "Let's just say I...expressed my disagreement to that. After she came to, she told me who she was and the whole demigod shtick when she realized I'd saved her. From there, I figured out the plan and decided to tag along with her as we made our way to Camp. From that point on I think it was...oh maybe four months that we traveled mostly on foot, fighting monsters and such along the way."

"And thankfully no Stand Users. God knows I wouldn't have been able to keep D4C secret for this long if we'd run into any of those." Cyrus thought to himself quietly.

"Wow..." Percy said in awe. He could imagine it now already, with Cyrus and Annabeth walking across the country while beating down monsters.

Suddenly, Cyrus turned his gaze to Percy with a harsh glare. "This next part is something I probably shouldn't tell you, but I'm trusting you with this. Promise me you won't breathe a word of this to anyone until Annabeth talks about it."

Confused by what could be the problem, Percy nodded in understanding. "Alright, I promise."

Looking at him for a moment as if trying to discern whether he would break his word, Cyrus nodded before stuffing his hands in his pockets.

"So, the thing about when me and Annabeth first grouped up and went on our little journey...is that I was the only one who did the outright fighting."

Percy's eyes widened at that while Cyrus kept speaking, "She always hid and came up with plans here and there with my help, along with helping out behind the scenes with that invisibility of hers, but I generally did most of the fighting myself." The Stand User smiled a little as he recalled those days. "Ah, she always was more of a strategist than a frontline fighter."

"Yeah, that's Annabeth alright: a thinker and a builder." Percy said with a smile as he envisioned his crush talking for hours on end about the intricacies of architecture that he didn't understand a single bit about but still remembered. After all, when she talked for hours and hours, some of it was bound to stick around.

Cyrus chuckled at that, tilting his head. "She still talks about buildings and stuff then huh? That's Annie for ya: the aspiring architect." He said as he looked up at the night sky. His eyes turned sad a little. "I promised her you know? One day I'd take her all around the world to visit all the big ol' landmarks..."

He certainly wished to, during his time in Europe. Every time he looked at another architectural wonder during his travels, his mind would always flick back to his sister... "I miss her..."

"She's my little sister Jackson. I never had brothers or sisters before...so when I found her, I found a little family of my own. A sibling."

Percy just watched the teen talk, listening intently to Cyrus's soft words. After all, when someone who had so many secrets was finally spilling some, one had to at least listen.

"It's been seven years since I've seen her last, and we only had a few days before we had to separate again...sometimes the Gods and the Fates really tick me off." Cyrus finished with a glare up at the sky.

Percy blanched for a moment, looking up at the night sky, expecting a lightning bolt to arc down from the heavens and turn Cyrus into ashes. When nothing happened, he looked back at Cyrus with an expression that seemed like a cross between awe and jealousy. "How did yo-"

"How do I get away with talking down to Gods like that?" Cyrus finished the thought for him with a smirk. "For starters, they find me too interesting to kill off without spilling my secrets, so they won't. Plus, I don't fear death very much at all anymore."

The son of Poseidon scowled a little at that. "Of course, considering you're basically Mario with your infinite lives."

Cyrus gave him a glare, before smirking at him. "Alright, that was a good one, I'll give you that."

"Why thank you."

The Stand User's face however, turned solemn as he sighed and looked up at the sky again, leaning against the wall of the restaurant. "It's a little more than that though," Cyrus insisted. He didn't notice that a certain raven-haired teenager had managed to make their way over to them along with the rest of their group. They stayed silent as Cyrus continued. "My powers aren't invincible. Every time I 'die' it's not a fake-out. I really do die. I die, and another version of me takes my place. Same memories and everything so its like I never left. They're all me, they all are aware of what happens in this universe, but I still feel it. I still die."

"And even then, I can still be killed permanently. If it's an instant death, I'm gone forever." Cyrus finished as he looked back up at the sky.

Percy really didn't know what to say. He winced a little at the thought of dying like that, especially in terms of feeling the pain every time. "Sorry, that must suck."

"Nah, I've gotten used to it."

The son of Poseidon winced more at that. "Oh that makes it so much better..."

Cyrus just shrugged as he pushed off of the wall of the restaurant, smirking at the younger teen. "C'mon, the others must be wondering where we wandered off to. We ought to tell them about what she said about Hephaestus's junkyard." He said before turning around.

Only to come face to face with Thalia, with the rest lurking behind her.

The teen Stand User gulped audibly as he realized his predicament.

Thalia's eyes were as hard as diamond, and very very displeased. She crossed her arms and fixed him with a glare. "When were you going to tell me that stuff?" She asked in a tone that dared him to try and slip away from this.

"...Uh...It never really came up?"

Slap!

Cyrus winced as he felt his cheek. "I guess that's deserved." Thalia just scowled before walking closer and grabbing his arm and shocking him.

"Ow! That hurts!" "Good. We're talking about this later."

The Stand User rubbed his arm a little and grumbled. "Vicious woman..."

With that little episode of anger over, Cyrus and Percy explained what the situation was, and that their route would take them through Hephaestus's junkyard, along with Percy talking about Aphrodite's warning of not taking anything from said junkyard.

Suddenly, Percy looked over at Cyrus for a moment, before speaking out. "You know, you never mentioned what Aphrodite talked to you about."

Cyrus's face reddened into a blush as he recalled the Love Goddess. How she had appeared to him, along with the various topics they'd discussed. He rubbed the back of his neck a little as he tried to banish the...more indecent thoughts that had cropped up.

Thalia, being familiar with the Stand User's evasion tactics, felt her eye twitch at seeing the blush and signs on his face.

"Well uh...she wanted me to do a favor for her, once the quest was over is all..." Cyrus said with a nervous chuckle as he refused to meet their eyes.

She didn't take kindly to that. Cyrus gave a yelp as she grabbed him by the collar of his coat, pulling him almost nose to nose as she glared at him with her electric blue eyes.

"What. Favor?" The punk child of Zeus gritted her teeth in annoyance as she pulled him by his collar. Percy and Grover struggled to contain their laughter at Cyrus's wide eyed stammering as Thalia grilled him for information, while Zoe and Phoebe frowned in impatient displeasure as they had to deal with more 'romantic domestics' as it were.

"Uh, um I uh...I may have...agreed to dm a mmm-mm." He trailed off into mumbles as he struggled not to blush at the close proximity of the girl he cared for and had kissed only a few hours or so prior.

He gave another yelp as she gave him a quick controlled shock as she pulled him closer, now most definitely nose to nose as her eyes glared into his. "Do not mumble to me Cyrus Khan. Spit. It. Out."

Now. Cyrus was certainly not what one would call a masochist (despite his 'technical' repeated deaths throughout his life), but damn was there something hot about her being angry with him like this.

Stomping on that...hungrier part of his mind along with a mental "Damn you Formaggio and Illuso!" he spoke louder to avoid getting electrocuted instantly. "She said she wanted me to do a concert at Camp sometime after the quest!"

Everyone blinked at that for a moment, with the two other males of the group barely holding smirks off their faces. Well that was a stupid request...

Zoe and Phoebe raised some eyebrows at that. "You can sing?" Phoebe asked bluntly, getting a shrug from Zoe as the lieutenant of the Hunters reminded her sister-in-arms. "Khan was singing the entire time we were driving the car we stole off that perverted Stand User."

"Well I know that, but enough for the Love Goddess to want a concert from him?" Phoebe asked again, which made Zoe stop before nodding in agreement.

Cyrus rubbed the back of his neck. "Uh...the answer to your question is yes, because I met someone who helped me out with that sort of thing. She's a musician so..." He muttered the last part out quietly, a tint of red coloring his cheeks as he recalled a certain blonde woman who he and La Squadra had befriended (1).

Thalia's nostrils flared at the mention of another woman, making Cyrus gulp again as he wailed mentally. "Me and my big fucking mouth!"

"What. Else?" Thalia bit out as her ire kept rising, "There's no way that she only asked for a concert Cyrus!"

"Shit shit shit! What do I say? I can't tell her about the other camp yet, and I can't tell her about Passione because then I'll be risking everything! But if I say nothing, then I risk our relationship!"

"Uh, it's really really complicated so can I explain later?" He said in a small voice, which made Thalia grit her teeth as she pulled back a fist. "Wait wait! Before you kill me I'm not joking! It's a really long story, so long that we can't really stop and wait while we still need to rescue Artemis! We've already wasted enough time so I promise I'll tell you later okay?" Cyrus babbled out while waving his hands erratically, not wanting to die via electrocution while he shot a pleading glance towards the Hunters.

"Come on, come on! Please let your concern for your Goddess save me here!" Zoe sighed and looked up at the night sky, calculating how much time they had been here. "Khan has a point. We must get going to the Smith God's junkyard so we must not remain idle."

Thalia frowned deeply at that, searching his eyes for a moment, before scoffing and shoving him away. "Fine then." She snapped before stomping off towards the west.

Cyrus sighed in relief for a moment before the guilt really settled in. He ran a hand through his hair as the guilt ate away at his heart. He couldn't tell her about the other camp yet, and he certainly couldn't tell everyone about Passione just yet. The reason? Simply the fear that a new target that would be put on their backs.

Being a demigod was already bad enough, with their scent attracting monsters to try and gorge themselves on them. As if to make matters worse, the Old Blood were after him right now, as far as he knew, and a chill went down his spine at the thought of his friends, especially Thalia, facing off against what had been the worst parts of his organization...

He looked down at his hands and cursed to himself. "Would she even look at me the same...if she knew the truth of what I was?"

With a sigh, he started to try and catch up to the fuming object of his affections, beckoning for the rest to catch up.

Illuso was seriously considering jumping out of the car window at this point.

"Why the fuck did Razione think this was a solid idea..?" The Italian assassin grumbled mentally as he rubbed his forehead, wincing as his headache grew larger and larger.

He was currently in the shotgun seat while Prosciutto was laying down in the backseat asleep. The driver?

Ghiaccio.

"Better question: why the fuck did we let him drive?!"

The blue-haired hothead of La Squadra Esecuzioni was...well to put it bluntly, the worst. Driver. Ever.

He was vicious, aggressive, and drove a bright red Mazda Miata (2) that they had rented at frightening speeds as he weaved in and out of traffic. It was starting to make Illuso feel at least slightly dizzy.

If it weren't for the fact that Illuso and the rest of La Squadra were used to the hothead's antics, Illuso would be strangling him for control over the car.

...Then again, he probably still would. It was a tempting option.

How the hell Ghiaccio was the third oldest out of La Squadra, following Risotto and Razione, Illuso would never understand (3).

"Oi, Illuso."

"Hm?"

"Between the two of us, what did Razione tell us to do again once we got to Roma?"

Illuso stared at his blue-haired colleague blankly for a moment. "...you weren't listening to a fucking thing Prosciutto said, were you?"

"Shut the fuck up and just tell me."

"Uh..." Illuso racked his brains for a moment for what Razione had told him, "He said we needed to go to Roma and see if we could find any leads as to where the last Holy Nail is. He said, 'leave no stone unturned and think outside the box'."

As his brain caught up with his mouth, Illuso stiffened for a moment before giving a glance at Ghiaccio.

So far he didn't notice anything different...maybe Ghiaccio wouldn't have noticed that last part...

"Ah I see...I get it. Razione told us to leave no stone unturned. I got that part. After all, you gotta turn over rocks to find things under them..." The current driver said calmly and slowly.

Crunch!

"BUT WHAT THE HELL IS THINKING OUTSIDE THE BOX SUPPOSED TO MEAN?! MAYBE I THINK BETTER IN THERE!"

Smack! Crunch! Bash!

"Ghiaccio that's the fucking dashboard what the hell are you doing?! We didn't even buy this fucking car!" Illuso shouted at him and Ghiaccio smashed up the dashboard of their rented car while said car weaved perilously through traffic. But Ghiaccio wasn't listening at all. He was completely lost in his berserk state, his dark eyes behind his red framed glasses wide in fury.

"SO MY HEAD'S IN A BOX NOW?! THAT'S THE DUMBEST GODDAMN THING I'VE EVER HEARD! YOU THINK I'M SOME KIND OF IDIOT CAZZO?!"

Gulping audibly, Illuso peeked into the backseat, his hopes evaporating like water on the sands of a hot beach. Prosciutto was still passed out.

"Sometimes I really fuckin hate my job..."

AN: Damn, this one took awhile to get out, but I'm quite satisfied with it!

Sorry this took a bit, College started up and is steaming on, so I've started pacing myself by writing in between classes. It is somewhat shorter than some other chapters, but hopefully this chapter has some decent substance to it.

So, we get some more insight into Cyrus's past, along with a little man-to-man heart-to-heart with Percy. Maybe now the Seaweed Brain won't be too harsh on our resident Stand User.

Threw Cyrus under the bus a bit, but he'll be fiiine...probably. And, a little sneak-peek at the antics of La Squadra as they try to carry out Cyrus and Razione's orders.

Ah, I love these guys. They're so much fun to write out. Especially the Ice User who apparently has a shorter fuse than napalm.

Notes:

(1) *insert whistling as I throw Cyrus into the train tracks*

(2) This is actually the car that Ghiaccio was driving around in in both the anime and the manga when he speaks with Melone. It is also the car he smashes up when he...well, does Ghiaccio things.

(3) So, these are the ages essentially in terms of two years ago, at the time when Cyrus took command of Passione:

Razione was 38

Risotto was 28

Ghiaccio was 27

Formaggio was 25

Illuso was 24

Prosciutto was 23

Pesci was 21

These are also the same ages that they supposedly were in the canonical source material...huh, that means that in the original material, these guys lost to a bunch of teens. Go figure.

Alright, that does it for the notes!

Hopefully you guys enjoyed the chapter as much as I enjoyed making/struggling with it.

Remember to leave solid reviews if you would be so kind. The criticism and feedback sustain my mind.

Cheers!

Beowulf