TripleX - I'm not sure exactly, but someone who has a deep yet feminine voice, like the actress who voices Ezra from Fairy Tail.
Dracus6 - I don't watch Sword Art Online or Case Files of El Melloi, so I know nothing of them. I do watch Shield Hero and have an idea in the making for that fic.
Guest - Yes, sometime later in the fic there will be some chapters dedicated to how Fiamma and Gio came to know one another, along with Fiamma's past.
DekaBlue - Glad you like the change. I'm happy too, cause if I had to keep her Stand name as Animal I was going to be bothered the whole time writing the fic. It felt very uncreative when I came up with it, so I'm glad I was able to change it early on.
Poll Results
Mista - 22
OC - 18
Welcome to the Famiglia...Sort Of - What's In That Cup?!
As Bucciarati led Fiamma and Giorno down the city streets he went over the structure of that Passione gang.
Once again Fiamma had zoned out not truly listening to any of the information. It was far simpler for the young woman to just follow Giorno.
Once they arrived at their destination Bucciarati turned around, going to address the newest members, but paused because there was only one person behind him, Giorno.
"Where did Fiamma go?" Bucciarati asked
Giorno nonchalantly rocked back on his feet glancing to his left.
"Ah, she tends to do that."
Bucciarati frowned giving Giorno a perplexed look.
"You may not see her, but she's always around," Giorno said
Bucciarati was still a bit confused but nodded accepting Giorno's words.
The moment they had arrived at their location Fiamma departed scoping out the place, observing what was happening inside.
She wasn't going to stroll into a would-be den of lions, although after her short observations the young woman wasn't all too worried.
It wasn't hard to figure out which room of the restaurant contained the Passione members.
From her hidden vantage point Fiamma was able to observe the group. There a total of four people, all of them being males.
So far Fiamma had seen the man wearing the red hat have some kind of freak out over the number of cake slices. The blonde with the holey suit freaked out and stabbed the youngest of the group with a fork, which in turn caused the younger teen to threaten the blonde with a knife to the throat. While all that commotion was going on the fourth male, with the purple hair, sat calmly listening to music through a pair of headphones.
Fiamma wondered how far this would escalate but all the chaos was put to an end as Bucciarati entered the room.
"What the hell are you guys doing?!" Bucciarati demanded to know as he stood in the doorway. "I could hear you all the way from the entrance!"
Immediately the commotion ceased as everyone in the room gave their attention to Bucciarati.
"You're bothering the other customers!"
Bucciarati stepped into the room followed by Giorno.
"This is one of the new members I told you about yesterday. Let me introduce you. This Giorno Giovanna," Bucciarati announced
The other members stared with unimpressed expressions on their faces.
Giorno stepped forward. "I'm Giorno Giovanna." He bowed to the group. "It's a pleasure to meet you."
A silent moment passed and then the group went back to doing what they had previously been doing, as they completely ignored Giorno.
"Rude." Fiamma thought
"I'm sorry Fugo."
"No, I should apologize. Please forgive me, Narancia."
"I'll study even harder, so teach me again."
"Hey!" Bucciarati shouted grabbing the member's attention once again. "I'm the one who brought him here, so be respectful!"
"Ah so far Bucciarati is my favorite," Fiamma said
Before Bucciarati could continue his scolding a waiter rushed in the room.
"Mr. Bucciarati."
"What is it?" Bucciarati asked
"There's a phone call for you."
"Alright, thanks. Make sure you guys properly greet Giorno! Got it? And the same goes for when the new member arrives as well. Giorno, I'll be right back."
Bucciarati left leaving Giorno alone with the four members.
Fiamma continued her observation and easily saw the purple-haired member unzip the fly of his pants while grabbing the teapot. Even with his back turned it was hard to figure out what he was doing.
"Giorno, was it? Why don't you have a seat?"
As Giorno took a seat the teapot was placed back on the table.
"Let's have some tea and chat."
"If you fall for that I'll lose all faith in you Giorno," Fiamma spoke to herself.
As Giorno took a seat a cup of "tea" was poured for him. Steam rose from the cup causing Fiamma to raise a brow.
"Why is it so hot? What's going on in that man's body?" Fiamma thought
"Well, drink up."
Mista, Narancia, and Fugo gaped staring at Giorno and the cup.
"How old are you?" Abbacchio asked
"Fifteen," Giorno answered
"Fifteen? Ha, you're two years younger than me," Narancia spoke with a taunting tone.
"Thank you for the tea."
Giorno picked up the cup bringing it up to his lips but as the smell wafted to his nose, and he was able to better see the liquid inside he paused, a silent choking gasp escaping his mouth.
"Ah, he figured it out. That's good," Fiamma said
Abbacchio smirked. "What's wrong? You just thanked me for the tea that I so generously poured for you. Since you already thanked me for it, you'll just have to drink it. Or do you not want to drink it since it's not very hot?"
Fugo let out a low chuckle while Narancia covered his mouth his shoulders shaking from his laughter.
"Maybe he doesn't want to drink it because he doesn't want to be one of us," Mista mused
All eyes were on Giorno until Bucciarati re-entered the room.
Instantly picking up the mischievous feeling in the air Bucciarati addressed his members.
"What the hell are you guys doing?!"
Giorno looked at Bucciarati. "It's nothing. He went to the trouble of pouring this tea for me."
Giorno glanced down at his cup before downing the whole thing.
Everyone's eyes widened incredible looks of surprise painting their faces.
"No freakin' way!" Narancia exclaimed
"What do you guys do?" Bucciarati questions
Giorno placed the empty cup down back on the table.
"Gross!" Narancia shouted pointing at the empty cup. "He actually drank it!"
Mista burst out laughing pointing at Giorno. "D-Dude you're hilarious! Did you seriously drink it?"
"No, there's no way he could have! Hey, how'd you do it? Where'd you hide it?" Fugo demanded to know.
Abbacchio's surprise wore off and the man was now frowning staring at Giorno.
"Hey, come on. Just tell me! Okay?" Mista said
"Ah, I almost forgot how crafty Giorno can be," Fiamma said
Giorno gave a subtle yet cheeky smile. "Who knows? You're all keeping your abilities secret, too, aren't you?"
Once again the group was stunned by Giorno.
"Open your mouth. There's no hole in there, is there? Is it like, some ability to move things?" Fugo asked
"You actually drank it for real? Was that your favorite or something?" Narancia questioned
"If you guys tell me about your powers, I might tell you mine," Giorno said
"You're cautious. I respect that," Fugo said
"Does Bucciarati know?" Mista asked
"Yeah," Giorno answered
"Quit screwing around. We're going out," Bucciarati said
"Huh? Where?" Narancia queried
"Follow me and you'll find out. Giorno where is Fiamma?" Bucciarati asked
"Here."
Everyone, minus Giorno and Bucciarati reacted, startled by Fiamma. Mista's reaction was the biggest as he stood up so fast he ended up knocking his chair over.
Fiamma wasn't at all taken aback by the reactions as she was casually crouched in the seal of the room's open window.
"How long has she been there?" Fugo questioned aloud.
"I wondered where you went to," Giorno said
"I smelled something unpleasant," Fiamma spoke casting a glance towards Abbacchio
The man caught Fiamma's eyes sending her glare but she was unaffected by the harsh narrowed violet eyes. Fiamma jumped off the windowsill landing in the room with silent steps.
"This is our other member Fiamma," Bucciarati introduced
"Ciaossu." Fiamma greeted
Mista and Narancia were gaping staring at the woman.
"It's a woman," Narancia gaped
"It?" Fiamma questioned with a head tilt.
"What does a pretty woman want by joining a gang?" Mista asked
"I simply just follow Giorno," Fiamma stated
Everyone's heads swiveled to the blonde teen who just shrugged his shoulders. What the heck does that even mean?
Giorno sighed shaking his head bit, Fiamma could be so blunt that she didn't even make sense.
"Are you lovers?" Fugo questioned
Fiamma shook her head. "That'd be gross. Plus he's only 15."
"How old are you?" Narancia asked
Mista backhanded Narancia in the stomach. "Hey your not supposed to ask a woman her age." He hissed
"I'm 19," Fiamma said
"She answered!" Mista exclaimed
"You can chat with Fiamma later. We need to leave," Bucciarati started to walk out of the room. "Hurry up!"
Everyone stood up one by one following Bucciarati. Fiamma trailed behind last but paused seeing how there were still slices of cake on the table. She picked up the plate while simultaneously grabbing a slice with her hand. She followed the group, plate in hand, cake in mouth.
"Bucciarati! How are you?"
"Oh, Mr. Bucciarati!"
"Hey, Bucciarati. Come by my shop again sometime!"
"Hmm, he's popular." Fiamma thought
As the group walked down the street Bucciarati was greeted by various people, each one carrying smiles on their faces as they spotted the man.
Fiamma was a bit annoyed having to follow the men in front of her. She wished Bucciarati had simply told them where they were going, she could have gotten there much quicker on her own.
"These men are slow," Fiamma thought
Although it took them longer than what Fiamma would have preferred they finally made it to their destination, a dock.
The dock was lined with dozens of boats, or to be more accurate yachts.
"We're going cruising on a yacht? That's awesome!" Narancia said
"When did you get a yacht?" Abbacchio asked
"We're going to rent one," Bucciarati stated
"Huh? Aw, it's just a rental," Narancia said
"Say Bucciarati, whatever you do, please don't rent that one with the number 4. It'll sink. I know it," Mista said
"Oh, come on, if that were the case, it wouldn't be floating there now," Fugo stated
"Shut up! Then you can ride on that one!" Mista yelled
Fiamma stayed outside as the men went into the rental store. She crouched close to the edge of the dock staring at the water.
"I should go over some sea creatures," Fiamma thought out loud
Lagoon 2 was the name of the yacht Bucciarati rented. Everyone climbed aboard and as they set sail Fiamma went to the front. She stood on the railing of the bow of the ship as the sea breeze moved her hair. It was unrecognizable by the others but Giorno could tell something was on Fiamma's mind.
"Fiamma, what is it?" Giorno asked
"This ship….its smell weird," Fiamma stated
Overhearing her words Bucciarati glanced at Fiamma wondering what her words could mean. He knew she had a Stand but had yet to see it or know what its power was, but Giorno stated she made an excellent guard dog. If there was any danger on the ship she'd be the first one to pick it up.
Fiamma had switched locations on the boat and was now perched on the railing, sitting in a crouched position, starring at Fugo, well he thought she was starring, it was rather hard to tell since her eyes were obscured by her hair.
"Why do you keep starring at me?" Fugo asked
"What happened to your clothes?" Fiamma questioned with a tilt of her head.
"Huh?" Fugo questioned
"Your outfit is very holey. As if you lost a fight with a cheese grater or a pair of scissors," Fiamma stated
Fugo stared at Fiamma for a few seconds before something seemed to snap in him.
"What!"
He lunged at Fiamma, the young woman simply stepped back, calm as ever. This went on for a bit, Fugo trying to get Fiamma and she dodging with ease.
Their commotion had grabbed the attention of the others who started to watch.
"Should we stop them?" Mista said
Narancia was laughing holding his sides pointing at Fugo and Fiamma.
"I think it's funny!"
"Someone in an exhibitionist outfit doesn't get to comment on my clothes!" Fugo shouted
Fiamma seemed to take no offense tilting her head. "Exh-ibiti-onist?"
Fugo's rage immediately stopped. He was now confused wondering why Fiamma just sounded out the word like that, and why did she look so confused?
"My clothes were designed this way so I can use my Stand properly," Fiamma stated
At the mention of her Stand several eyes turned to Fiamma, wondering what the young woman's Stand could be.
"Hey! Come on, Bucciarati! Hurry up and tell us where this boat's headed!" Mista called out.
"Fine. Were far enough away from the shore now. Were headed to Capri," Bucciarati said
"Capri?"
"Were not going there as tourists are we?"
"Correct," Bucciarati said
"Then why are we going there?" Mista asked
"This morning, the capo Polpo committed suicide," Bucciarati said
Giorno and Fiamma were the only ones who did gasp at the news.
"What? Suicide?! Polpo did?" Mista shouted
"No way!"
"But why?"
"It doesn't matter why he died. Polpo was a capo who did things that'd get him killed," Bucciarati said
Fiamma thought about Polpo it was always sad when someone died unless they were complete scum. Fiamma found Polpo disgusting and scummy, but not complete scum.
"I honestly feel more bad for whoever has to carry him out his cell." She thought
"What does he have to do with why we're going to Capri?" Fugo asked
"Polpo actually has a secret fortune. It's worth….ten billion lire!"
"T-Ten billion?" Abbacchio stuttered
Fiamma let out low whistle impressed by the number.
"I'm the only person who knows where it's hidden. I'm the one he ordered to hide it. That ten billion now belongs to us! With that money, we can claim the rank of capo!" Bucciarati declared
"A-Awesome!" Narancia shouted
"Hmm, he said 'We' and not 'I'" Fiamma noted to herself.
"Where is it? Where'd you hide that kind of fortune on Capri, Bucciarati?" Narancia excitedly asked
"I can't tell you that yet. Rumors of his hidden fortune have made the rounds in the organization. No one can find out before we secure the money," Bucciarati said
Suddenly Fiamma whipped around arms up in an attacking position as her fingers developed sharp claws. Mista and Fugo jumped at her sudden action. Abbacchio frowned glaring at the girl about to summon his own Stand.
"There!" Fiamma stated
The moment the words left her mouth Narancia was grabbed by an unseen force pulled below deck.
"B-Bucciarati!"
Fiamma ran over just as Narancia's feet vanished below deck. She looked down into the hatch her eyes narrowing. Narancia hadn't been pulled down deck but vanished inside a small storage space on the deck of the ship.
"He's gone," Fiamma stated
"Narancia!" Mista shouted running over with the rest of the men.
Giorno reached into the storage space pulling out one of Narancia's shoes.
"There's only one shoe left."
Abbacchio snatched the shoe out for Giorno's hand. "Give that here, Giorno!"
"Rude," Fiamma said
"I don't quite understand what's going on. Where did Narancia go?" Fugo said
"Fiamma," Bucciarati addressed the girl. "Tell me what you saw."
She was the first to react, sensing the danger, she'd have to have seen what happened.
"He was pulled….into this box," Fiamma stated pointing down at the small space.
"What? That isn't possible! He didn't fall into the ocean, did he?" Fugo said
"Narancia, where are you?" Abbacchio called out.
Fiamma gave the two a flat look at the fact that they didn't believe her.
"Hey, Narancia! If you're just fooling around and hiding…." Mista jumped over the railing going to the lower deck of the ship. "Hurry up and answer us!"
Fiamma's back went straight and she turned around quickly jumping over the railing going to the lower deck. As the group called out for Narancia, Fiamma looked around the lower deck spotting no sign of Mista. He had vanished just like Narancia.
"Hey," Fiamma called out. "He's gone too."
"What? It can't be!"
Fugo came down to the lower deck calling out for Mista.
Fiamma walked towards the butt of the ship sniffing the air confused.
"I can't smell Mista nor Narancia. Their scent is being masked by the strange smell of the ship." Fiamma thought
"Come on, Mista!" Fugo continued to shout for Mista as he searched the deck.
He opened the hatch leading inside the ship and Fiamma 's eyes widened as she turned around. The hatch was open but Fugo was gone.
Behind her bangs, Fiamma's eyes narrowed as an irritated pout came to her lips. "Now I'm getting annoyed."
"Fugo?" Bucciarati called out.
"Yeah he's gone too," Fiamma stated
"What?"
Everyone stood around the open hatch.
"Abbacchio, Giorno, Fiamma, stay close to each other! We're being attacked! There's someone hiding somewhere on this boat! This is a Stand attack!" Bucciarati exclaimed
The men got back to back in a group huddle while Fiamma simply stood close by.
"But why now?" Abbacchio questioned
"The money. Someone found out that I knew where the money was, and they're trying to steal it. Which means they're from the organization," Bucciarati said
"Does that mean they've been quietly tracking us ever since we were on the shore?" Abbacchio questions
"Looks that way. They probably grew impatient because I wouldn't just say where the money is. They intend to get rid of everyone but me, then get me to cough up the location. And they can take their time, since we're on the ocean with nowhere to run," Bucciarati explained
"Are you saying Narancia and the others are dead?" Abbacchio asked
"I didn't say that but, with one billion on the line whoever is doing this would kill one of their own organization," Bucciarati said
"They're somewhere on this boat. I don't know if this person is trying to use them as hostages but they're alive," Giorno said
"Giorno Giovanna. How the hell can you be so sure about that? And don't give me a bullshit answer like her!" Abbacchio shouted pointing over his shoulder at Fiamma.
Giorno pointed down the deck of the ship.
"I used my Stand to turn Narancia's shoe into a fly."
Indeed there was a fly buzzing around the hatch.
"The fly is trying to return to its owner, Narancia. If Narancia was truly dead, it wouldn't be flying around searching like that," Giorno said
"Can you locate him?" Bucciarati asked
"He's alive….but, it's not going down into the cabin or in the locker. The flys not trying to stop. It keeps flying around that area looking for Narancia," Giorno said
"What the hell is his ability?" Abbacchio mumbled
"Just shut up and listen," Bucciarati said
"Narancia is somewhere near the entrance to the cabin. That's a fact. But for some reason, the fly can't find him, so it's lost. I think it's safe to assume that well find the enemy wherever Narancia is. Which means the enemy isn't just randomly hiding behind something," Giorno explained
"I see. So if we don't figure out the mystery behind the enemy's ability, getting too close without knowing could get us killed," Bucciarati summarized
"Correct. But the fact that their ability requires them to attack while hidden is a shortcoming. If we can figure out the mystery behind it, we'll be able to defeat them," Giorno said
"Abbacchio, your Stand, might be perfect to defeat such an enemy," Bucciarati said
Fiamma looked to Abbacchio wondering what his Stand could do that would make it perfect for this situation.
"Defeat? Can you solve this mystery with your ability?" Giorno asked Abbacchio.
Abbacchio refused to make eye contact with Giorno casting his yellow orbs off to the side. "Hard to say…"
"Damn it Abbacchio!" Bucciarati cursed. "You'd better not be hung up on stupid shit at a time like this!"
"Stupid shit? No. This has to do with my safety. I can't just carelessly reveal my Stand ability in front of two strangers that I can't trust." Abbacchio said
"So he'd rather have us picked off one by one instead?" Fiamma thought.
"Bucciarati, I don't know what made you trust these guy's but I don't consider them a part of the team," Abbacchio said
Fiamma opened her mouth and Giorno covered it. Whatever she was about to say wasn't going to help the current situation, it would have most likely only served to further irritate Abbacchio.
"If we don't figure out the enemy's location, were going to be killed!" Bucciarati exclaimed
Fiamma nodded her head in agreement, mouth still covered by Giorno's hand.
"And I'm saying that's just this untrustworthy brat's hypothesis." Abbacchio pointed at Giorno. "He just came up with it out of fear. He didn't see anything."
"Abbacchio!" Bucciarati scolded
Abbacchio pointed at the door of the cabin. "The enemy is just hiding somewhere in the cabin. I'll find them and take care of them."
"No they're not and that's a dumb plan," Fiamma said, but with her mouth still being covered by Giorno, her words only came out as muffled retorts.
"If we get close without figuring out the mystery, were going to get kil-"
"Shut your mouth!" Abbacchio shouted getting in Giorno's face. "You stupid little brat."
Fiamma glared getting between Abbacchio and Giorno. The man cursed now glowering at Fiamma. The two were locked in a heated staredown until Giorno spoke up.
"I, Giorno Giovanna, have a dream."
Abbacchio broke his gaze from Fiamma's looking to Giorno. "What are you talking about?"
Giorno stood up and started running to the cabin door. "You can solve the mystery, right? I'm counting on you!"
"Giorno! What the hell are you doing?!" Bucciarati shouted
"Something reckless," Fiamma muttered
As Giorno lept over a railing towards the doorway a tentacle-like appendage sprung forth from the entry snagging Giorno by the back of his jacket. A second slinky arm came out, this one holding a sword and it stabbed Giorno right in the back.
"That's not good," Fiamma said
"G-Giorno!" Bucciarati gasped
Giorno's face started to lose color and his body was shriveling, no, deflating like a balloon.
"There's an enemy over there! Shit! Giorno's in trouble!"
Bucciarati was about to come to Giorno's rescue but Abbacchio steps in front blocking his path.
"Abbacchio…."
"Giorno Giovanna, your one crazy bastard. All this to prove yourself. What the hell is wrong with you?"
Abbacchio's form glowed and a purple slick figure appeared behind him.