Day 5

Risotto was the first one there in their hideout. He poured himself a cup of coffee and went to his office, awaiting further orders from the boss. There were no messages, leaving La Squadra with nothing to do again.

With the rare silence in the air, Risotto pondered what had happened between him and Doppio yesterday. They were so close to kissing, but then Doppio acted strange. He should've followed him home.

Doppio, Doppio. He was all in his mind. Risotto smiled, remembering how flustered and cute the pink-haired man acted.

"Hey, Risotto, anything new for us?" Prosciutto asked.

"Hmm?" He didn't notice he had entered his office. "No, but you remember that guy Melone spoke about the day before yesterday?"

"Amedeo Parri, the McDonald's worker? Are we going to kill him today?"

"Tomorrow. I need to see how we can use Doppio's stand." Risotto could tell from Prosciutto's face that he didn't like his name mentioned. "There something wrong?"

"Everyone trusts this guy when we don't know anything about him. I don't want anyone to die from an infiltrator."

"I understand." Risotto should've known better than to get close to a strange. "Since you're here, are the others here as well?"

"Surprisingly, Melone got here before Ghiaccio. The others aren't here yet."

Doppio woke up later than usual, thanks to yesterday. He lay in his bed, hugging one of the pillows while thinking about Risotto. He didn't know why, but he grew attracted to him, his voice, his muscles. He squealed, just thinking about him. Then he heard a phone go off, but it was someone else's. It reminded him about the boss, and he got upset.

Doppio sighed and got out of bed. The boss needed him to do this mission. He changed his clothes and headed for the hideout, skipping breakfast because he wasn't in the mood. When he got there, Risotto greeted him.

"Doppio, hello," he said. Doppio wasn't sure because he was tired, but he almost sounded nervous.

"Oh, hello," he replied. Did he want to mention what happened yesterday?

"It's almost lunch. Pesci was worried about you and thought you were mad at him for keeping Pickles."

"No, I'm not mad. Can I head inside?"

Before Risotto could reply, Ghiaccio burst out of the door. Melone was behind him.

"Are we heading to McDonald's or what?" the blue-haired assassin asked.

"Ghiaccio?" Doppio said. "McDonald's? To get food?"

"Yes and no," Risotto answered. "We're going to show you who you're going to kill… and to get food. Your target is Amedeo Parri. We cannot kill him now; he's at work."

"Prosciutto told me to remind you to get a Happy Meal with milk for Pesci," Melone said. "Oh, and I'm coming too. I want something from there. I'm guessing we're hopping in your car, Risotto? Ghiaccio's car can't fit four people."

"Yeah, we're—"

"I call the front seat!" Melone yelled.

"I'll sit behind you," Doppio said.

"Ghiaccio, don't kick my seat," Risotto said.

"I'm not going to kick your seat! Why do people think this!" he yelled.

Everyone got in Risotto's car. Melone was in the front seat as he said and placed a disc in the CD player, playing sexual music and making everyone uncomfortable. Risotto drove off and went to the nearest McDonald's. His car was behind two others.

"Alright, everyone," Risotto said, "look at the menu. Tell me what you want."

"I'll have a strawberry smoothie," Doppio said.

"Yuck, a strawberry smoothie? Their smoothies are fake!" Ghiaccio commented. "Get something real. By the way, I'll have the Happy Meal. Don't forget to buy one for Pesci! And the Milk! Don't forget about the milk!"

"Um, the chicken nuggets? I'll have six chicken nuggets with sweet and sour sauce."

"Ghiaccio, don't tell people what to get," Risotto said. "It's okay. I'll get you that smoothie."

"No, it's fine," the pink-haired man replied. "I just want the nuggets now."

"My turn!" Melone said. "I want two Big Macs, ten chicken nuggets, two large fries, and a vanilla shake. Oh, and an apple pie! Don't forget that."

"Christ, Melone, what the hell?" Ghiaccio commented. "Do you want to be a fat ass?"

"Ghiaccio!" Risotto yelled, sounding angry.

"What did I do this time?" the blue-haired man bickered.

"What did I say?" The leader tried to remind him.

He sighed.

"Anyways, Ghiaccio, I'm ordering so much because I realized how skinny I am," Melone answered. "And I do want my ass to get fatter. Before Sorbet and Gelato died, Gelato made fun of my bony ass. That hasn't changed in two years, and I think I'm getting skinnier."

"You're fine the way you are, Melone," Ghiaccio commented. "You've always been."

Melone giggled nervously. "Wow, thanks."

Doppio paid attention to their conversation. A long time ago, he wanted to be as strong and buff. He had never worked out before, but oddly he seemed to remember doing sit-ups and pushups in a dark room. He tried to focus on the memory, but doing that caused him to get a headache.

"You alright back there?" Risotto said. "I just ordered."

"Starving, huh?" Melone commented. "Yeah, sometimes I pass out when I'm not driving. That's why I prefer getting on my motorcycle."

"Did I pass out?" Doppio asked.

"Well, your eyes were open," Ghiaccio answered. "Wait, were your eyes always brown? I could've sworn they were green."

"They were always brown. I remember details about people, hehe," Melone said.

"Quiet," Risotto said. "We're about to approach the target. Doppio, make sure you get a good look at him. Also, don't eat in the car once Melone hands everyone their food."

"Wait, why couldn't you show me a picture of him?" Doppio asked.

"I'm saving space on my camera," Melone answered.

"We're approaching," the white-haired assassin said.

Their car was at the window, and Risotto picked up their order. In those few seconds, Doppio saw his assassination target. Amedeo was a brunette with short hair, gray eyes, and a face decorated with zits. He was likely in his early 20s. Why anyone wanted him dead, Doppio did not know, but he probably got somebody's order wrong, pissing off the wrong person.

Melone handed everyone's food except for Risotto since he was driving.

"Did I get a smoothie?" Doppio complained.

"You wanted the nuggets, right?" Risotto said. "I can go back and get you a smoothie."

"Did I ask for nuggets?"

"Sorry, I made you change your order," Ghiaccio apologized.

"Oh, you did?" Doppio questioned.

"I said I was sorry. No need to act stupid," the blue-haired man replied.

"Hmm, I think you're suffering from short-term memory loss," Melone said.

"Did you sleep well? Did the sudden hit stress you out?" Risotto inquired.

"Now that you mention it, no. I didn't sleep well," Doppio answered. "Though, I am worried about getting caught murdering him."

"That won't happen," he said.

Doppio believed him.

Risotto drove them to the hideout, and they went to the kitchen to eat.

"Shit, I forgot to ask for a soda," Ghiaccio said. "Hey, Melone, could you hand me a cola?"

Doppio realized he needed something to drink. "You wouldn't happen to have orange juice in there, do you? Ah!" His head hurt.

Melone got up from his seat. "Ghiaccio, I'll hand you a soda, but Doppio, I think it's best if you had water."

"I—ugh, yeah. I'll have some water."

Doppio watched as the lilac-haired assassin brought them their drinks. When Melone looked at him, he looked happy then his expression changed to concerned.

"Do you have something going on with your eyes?" he asked.

"Huh, what do you mean?" Doppio replied.

Ghiaccio stopped munching on his burger. "Are you talking about—ouch!" Melone elbowed him. "What was that for?"

"Nothing. Forget I said anything."

Doppio wondered if he knew that he was an infiltrator. The longer he pondered, the more he wanted to kill him, erase him from existence. And Ghiaccio, he needed to kill him too. He knows! He knows! He knows! Doppio had another migraine, and he covered his face with his palms.

"Hey, Doppio, do you want this frog keychain?" Pesci asked. "I'll be like Pickles is always with you."

"Oh yeah, we get a toy if we buy the Happy Meal," Ghiaccio said. "Nice, I got a cat keychain."

Doppio uncovered his face.

"Pesci, I don't think Doppio is in the mood," Risotto said.

No, he wasn't in the mood. He felt light-headed.

Day 6

Doppio awoke in the gathering room, lying on the couch. Physically, he was fine. He tried to remember. He was eating chicken nuggets and then nothing. Oh gosh, did something happen? His phone rang, and he reached for the coaster on the coffee table.

"Now's not a good time," Doppio whispered.

"I thought I told you to stay away from Risotto," the boss spoke.

"I can't!"

"Hmm, looks like I have to kill him."

Doppio's head hurt again. "What was that?"

"Nothing."

The boss hung up, causing Doppio to throw the coaster across the room.

Risotto entered the room. "Are you alright?"

"Yeah."

"Did you sleep well yesterday?"

"Not really." Doppio doubted if it was sleeping poorly yesterday. It was something else.

"Your target is on his day off. Now's the perfect time to assassinate him. But first, you should have something to eat. Do you want me to get you something?"

"I want something sweet."

"We have cookies."

"Sure, I'll have three with some milk, please."

Risotto left and returned but brought six cookies and some milk. He sat down with Doppio.

"Why'd you bring six?" Doppio asked.

"I wanted some," he answered, bringing out two straws from his pocket. "You don't mind sharing that drink, do you?"

The pink-haired man smiled and blushed. "I don't mind. I didn't know you liked cookies."

"It's rare for me to enjoy sweets," he explained. "I've been busy and shouldn't be spending my money on small things."

"I should have a word with—uh, you should tell the boss to give you guys a raise."

"I have. He doesn't trust us."

"I trust you." Doppio got closer to Risotto. "Can we?"

Risotto smiled and kissed him, causing the other's face to turn red.

"You're cute when you're flustered," he commented, causing Doppio to giggle. "We should finish our drink. When Illuso found out Sorbet and Gelato were a couple, he wouldn't shut up about it."

They finished their cookies and the milk before the others got there. Melone arrived at the hideout before Prosciutto.

"You're here early," Risotto commented.

"I think we should kill Amedeo as soon as possible," Melone said.

"Isn't it too early to kill someone?" Doppio questioned.

"It's never too early. Sometimes we stay up past midnight," Melone answered.

The rest of La Squadra entered the gathering room.

"Morning, everyone!" Formaggio greeted. "Doppio, are you alright?"

"Yeah, I'm—"

"We're busy," Melone interrupted.

"Did you get here before me?" Prosciutto asked, surprised by the fact.

"Quiet, everyone!" Risotto ordered. "Melone is right. We should kill Amedeo. There's a chance he might be sleeping or maybe just waking up."

"I'm coming with you," Melone said. "Illuso, could you come with us? You know, just in case things get out of hand."

"I don't think our target is a stand user," Illuso replied. "But I'll go."

Risotto got up from his seat and headed outside with Melone and Illuso. Doppio sighed and followed them into Risotto's car. He sat in the back seat with Illuso, and Melone sat in the front. He expected the lilac-haired assassin to play music, but he didn't. Perhaps it wasn't the time. The drive was short and quiet, and they stopped in front of an old apartment complex.

"Your target is on the second floor, door number 24," Melone explained. "Just in case, I should take a blood sample from you."

"What for?" Doppio asked.

"No, Melone," Risotto said. "I'll watch over him. He's going to need help breaking in the door. Illuso, you're coming with us to clean."

The three got out of the car and headed to where Amedeo resided.

"Can you see what will happen next?" the white-haired assassin asked.

Doppio used Epitaph. "It's safe. He won't notice."

"Good. Illuso, stay here."

Risotto knelt, picked the lock, and slowly opened the door, exposing the messy living room. Food and clothes littered the wooden floors. He entered first before Doppio, both careful in their steps. Once they made their way to Amedeo's bedroom, Doppio used Epitaph again.

"He's going to grab me," he warned, stopping Risotto from opening the bedroom door.

"Is he awake?"

"He's still in bed in the vision. I'm guessing I stepped on something."

"Can you kill him quietly?"

"What happens in the vision is fated to happen. He's going to grab my hair, but he'll die."

"If you're ready, then go."

Doppio went in and snuck up on Amedeo. The floor creaked, waking the brunette up.

"Who the hell are you?" he yelled, grabbing Doppio's hair and undoing the braid.

Doppio's stand pierced through Amedeo's stomach, killing him instantly. Blood splattered on the sheets and walls. He and Risotto quickly left, leaving Illuso to clean up the scene.

"Well done," Risotto commented. "Once Illuso is finished, maybe he can help braid your hair."

"Oh, that's fine. I was thinking about changing my hairstyle." Doppio then got another headache but smiled it off and tried not to be whiny. "Hey, could I visit your house after we drop the others off at the hideout?"

"How about tomorrow? I have to contact the person who ordered the hit and discuss with Ghiaccio how the money will be split. I'll be too exhausted by then."