Day 1

"Is that him, boss?" Doppio asked on the phone, looking at Risotto Nero through his hotel window.

"Yes, you are to get close to him and know every move he and his team make against me. I'll lend you some of my abilities. Can you do that, my sweet Doppio?"

"Of course, boss. Do I ask to join him?"

"No need. I'll message Risotto to expect a newcomer. That will be you. Try and get close to Risotto."

"Will do, boss!"

Risotto returned to their hideout and went into his office. He should relax, but maybe their boss might give them something to do. Checking his computer, he got a message. He hoped somebody needed to die today, but that wasn't the case. Instead, the boss informed Risotto that a newcomer would arrive at their hideout. He sighed and got up from his seat.

When he exited his office, Prosciutto was at his door.

"Risotto, has the boss given us anything new?" the blond asked.

"No, we have a newcomer."

He sighed. "Alright, I'll tell everyone."

Risotto entered the room where they gathered. He sat in his usual spot, looking at the empty seat the newcomer would fill. The rest of his team joined and sat down.

"So, who's the newcomer? What does he look like?" Pesci asked.

"Wasn't told," Risotto answered. "We'll have to wait and see."

While they sat quietly, Melone brought out his stand, Babyface.

Formaggio looked bored, and Ghiaccio tapped his foot.

"Is this guy ever going to show up?" the blue-haired assassin asked.

"Do you think the boss hired the newcomer to…" Prosciutto trailed off.

"No, that would seem excessive," Risotto said, "and I doubt he would trust another assassin."

"I think I see the new guy," Melone said.

Prosciutto looked at Babyface. "No way. Is this a joke?"

Curious, Risotto got up and checked, spying on the pink-haired guy at their door. He looked like a teenager. Though, Risotto did murder somebody when he was 18, barely an adult. The guy could be 18 or around that age.

"Wait, Melone, when did we have security cameras?" Illuso asked.

"I suggest it to Risotto," he answered. "He agreed. I even installed security cameras where everybody lives. And not just in your front and back doors. I placed cameras in everyone's living room, bedroom, bathroom, closet—"

"The fucking bathroom?" Ghiaccio yelled.

"I agreed, but I didn't say invade everyone's privacy," Risotto said.

"How small is Formaggio's cock?" Illuso asked.

"Small than Pesci's, but there's nothing wrong with that," Melone answered, causing Illuso to snicker and Pesci to smile.

"Dude, come on!" Formaggio furrowed his brows.

"I never said Pesci had the second smallest dick," Melone said. "He has the second largest dick."

Illuso stopped laughing and got serious. "Wait, who has the smallest dick?"

Prosciutto sighed. "Enough! Someone needs to get the newcomer."

"I'll go," Risotto said.

Doppio stood outside the hideout. It seemed like a rundown, shady place, and graffiti was on the walls. Feeling he had the wrong address, he was about to leave when Risotto opened the door.

"Ah!" he panicked, unexpecting the execution team's leader. He was tall, taller than him.

"Relax," he said. "The boss said to come here, correct?"

Doppio nodded.

"Come in and follow me."

He entered and followed him into a room with very colorful people sitting down. He knew their names, but they didn't know him.

"This is him?" Formaggio questioned. "This jailbait is a killer?"

"Excuse me?" Doppio looked offended.

"You don't look like much," Pesci commented. "But at least I'm no longer the new guy."

"Are we going to be doing anything?" Doppio asked Risotto. He wondered if the boss thought of anything next. He'll have to wait for his call tonight.

"The boss would've told me," he answered. "He messaged me that you were coming but nothing else."

"We're to do nothing?"

"Yes, that's what we've been doing ever since two of our members died. By the way, what's your name?"

"It's Vinegar Doppio. Just call me Doppio."

After everybody introduced themselves and chatted, Doppio had some thoughts about everyone. To Doppio, Formaggio seemed weird and made him uncomfortable. So long as Illuso didn't put him in the mirror world, he was okay with him. Pesci looked ugly and creepy. Prosciutto seemed stuck up, and Doppio immediately didn't like him. Melone looked like a slut. The boss informed Doppio about Ghiaccio's anger problems, so he's staying away from him, and Risotto seemed apathetic but also scary.

"I have an idea!" Formaggio grabbed Doppio's attention. He looked and smiled at the pink-haired man, bringing out a glass jar.

"Is this where I think it's going?" Melone asked with a smile.

Formaggio giggled evilly. "Oh yes, you bet!"

Melone licked his lips, sending a shiver down Doppio's spine.

Wanting to know what happened, he used his boss' stand ability to see into the future. A lot was going on in the image. Formaggio slashes him with his stand, and Illuso takes Doppio into the mirror world, waiting for Little Feet to shrink him. For some reason, Melone unzips his pants and is reaching for the jar.

"Ew, no!" Doppio yelled.

"Wait, how do you know what I'm about to do?" Formaggio questioned.

Everyone stared at him intensively, expecting a quick answer.

Earlier before, the boss said they might keep their abilities a secret and had told Doppio about everyone's stand ability. Even if he hadn't told him, Epitaph would predict it. Normally, whatever Doppio saw in the image would come true, and nothing could prevent that from happening unless a stand could alter fate. Maybe he was in control of his fate the whole time and altered it from happening. Whatever the reason why it didn't happen was giving Doppio a headache different from his usual ones, and right now, he needed to think of something quick.

"Uh, why else would you bring a jar out?" Doppio answered. "Your stand probably has the ability to shrink me, and I'm a newcomer. You're plotting something humiliating for me!"

Formaggio let down his guard and smiled. "Wow, you're smart. I did the same thing with Pesci, except a jar wasn't involved. Prosciutto would've killed me. Instead, I made him sit on a whoopee cushion during a meeting."

The others were relaxed except for Risotto. It was hard to read him, but he continued staring at him, making Doppio uncomfortable.

"Doppio, what do you do?" the leader asked.

"Me? Are you talking about my stand ability? I thought we were keeping that a secret. I'm sure you guys are keeping yours a secret from me too."

"Yeah, true," Formaggio commented. "We are, but since you guess my ability, I'll help you. Illuso can take people into the mirror world."

"Formaggio!" The brunette glared at him.

Prosciutto sighed. "Is this over yet?"

"It is," Risotto answered. "You're free to do what you want. We have nothing to do, anyways."

Doppio felt sorry for them. The boss was the boss, but he never knew why he didn't trust the assassination team.

Day 2

Doppio woke up in his hotel room. Nothing happened after he left the hideout, and the boss didn't call. After eating breakfast and taking a shower, he returned to the building, heading to the gathering room. Prosciutto was the first one there, but before Doppio could sit down and mind his business, the blond got up from his seat, approached him, and gripped his shoulder.

"Ow!" Doppio responded. He turned around and looked at the glaring man. "Did I do something?"

"Let me warn you," he said. "Don't waste Risotto's time. He's been stressed out, looking for work for us. And yesterday, while you guessed Formaggio's ability, I had guessed yours as well. I think you can see into the future." Doppio suffered a slight headache. "You look too young and inexperienced. No way was that a lucky guess. Maybe I'm wrong, and you could be a spy. Either way, I don't trust you."

Prosciutto shoved him and walked away to a room.

"Are you alright?" a voice asked.

The voice came from behind, but nobody was there.

"Prosciutto wasn't the first one here." The voice revealed himself.

"Oh, Risotto! H-hello! Did you find work for us?"

"No, I'm letting Melone and Ghiaccio ask around. However, I need to see your stand."

"My stand?"

"I need to know what you can do with it. If you need to be in a fight to show it, then just tell me what it can do."

"I see ten seconds into the future. That's all."

"So, Prosciutto guessed right. May I see what your stand looks like?"

Epitaph appeared on Doppio's forehead, and Risotto placed a hand under his chin, tilting his head, almost as if they were about to kiss. The pink-haired man stared into his eyes but looked away out of shyness.

Then somebody opened the door. "Hey, bro, are you—ah!"

It was Pesci, and Formaggio and Illuso were right next to him.

"Well, well, well," Illuso commented.

"Bro!" Pesci yelled as he ran away.

"Risotto?" Formaggio said. "No offense, but that looks—"

The large man stepped away from Doppio. "I was examining his stand. Nothing more."

"Are you sure? Because that looked—" Before Illuso could speak, Risotto looked at him. "Sorry. I know you told us to forget Sorbet and Gelato, but it's hard."

"It's fine," Risotto replied. "I called Melone and Ghiaccio an hour ago, and they're still finding work for us."

"Still? Damn, I need some action," Formaggio said. "Come on. Let's do something, Illuso."

Illuso sighed. "Like what?"

The two left the room, leaving the other two by themselves.

"Gelato and Sorbet, who were they?" Doppio asked.

Risotto sat down in his chair. "They were a couple. After I killed somebody at the age of 18, I thought for sure the police would never find my crimes. But the couple heard of the murder and destroyed the evidence. They told me to stop, but I didn't listen. I continued a life of crime, doing whatever for a price. Eventually, I joined Passione and formed a team, recruiting Sorbet and Gelato. We weren't trusted, and because of that, we had no territory. Sorbet and Gelato tried to discover the boss' identity."

"And they got killed because of it," Doppio finished for him. He heard a sad sigh from Risotto, which he thought was strange because he seemed emotionless. "Are you going to be alright?"

"Yes, I'll be alright. Thanks for asking. I'm not sure if you were aware, but there's a kitchen. Help yourself. I'll be there shortly. I need to check if the boss left anything for us to do."

Now that he mentioned it, Doppio was feeling a bit peckish. He went to the kitchen, where the rest of the team was.

"Doppio," Prosciutto called. He was sitting down at a table and shot him with a dirty look.

"Hey!" Formaggio tried to calm him down. "Illuso and I were joking around. Pesci, what the fuck did you tell him?"

"Risotto kissed Doppio," Pesci answered.

"That didn't even happen!" Illuso said.

"Well, that's what it looked like!" he argued.

Prosciutto got up from his seat. "I would like to apologize for my behavior earlier."

Doppio wasn't sure what to think. "Oh, that's alright."

"Would you like some coffee?"

"Sure!"

The blond walked to the coffee pot and poured a cup of coffee. However, there was a feeling Doppio had. Curious to know what would happen in the next ten seconds, he looked at his bangs. In the vision, Prosciutto walks towards him and throws hot coffee.

Looking at the present, Prosciutto approached him. Doppio moved away before coffee could splash him. The coffee splashed on the walls, seeping down to the floor.

"I knew it!" the blond yelled. "You can see into the future. How else would you have known!"

"What is your problem with me?"

"Why would we have a newcomer when the rest of Passione doesn't trust us?"

Risotto walked into the room right on time.

"If he's a spy, I trust you all know what to do," he answered. "But he hasn't betrayed us yet, so relax, Prosciutto."

The blond sighed and grabbed a paper towel. "I'll clean up this mess."

Seeing as Doppio needed to get along with others to fit in, he thought he should try to get along with Prosciutto. "Let me help."

"I don't need your help!" he snapped.

"What if I help, bro?" Pesci grabbed a paper towel and knelt on the floor, wiping the coffee away.

Prosciutto didn't say but quietly accepted his help.

Doppio sighed and left the hideout, seeing nothing to do. He took a taxi and returned to the hotel to watch TV. There, the boss called him, and he answered.

"Hey, boss, so far, the hitman team hasn't planned anything suspicious," he reported. "I've gotten to know them a bit, and Risotto—"

"I appreciate the report," he interrupted, "but Doppio, even though I told you to get close to them, do not get too close to Risotto. He'll manipulate you. Remember, he and his group are a bunch of killers. All they care about is money. I need you to get close to the other members."

"I don't know if it's a good idea to head back. Prosciutto doesn't like me much and thinks I'm a spy. Also, isn't there something the hitman team could do?"

"I don't have any task for them to do."

"Could you think of something?"

"I need a reason to kill someone. Focus on the team. Know everything they are plotting. I have to hang up. Take care, my adorable Doppio."