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Vento Aureo SBR AU: Golden Blood
Chapter 6: Battle of Softworks Pt 2
"Guido… Look at me, figlio…" Guido, through the tears that sting his eyes, at the rugged but soft looking face of his father, tears glistening in his eyes as well. "It's okay… I will get you out of this…"
And with that, the police haul Guido away.
Guido Mister, most commonly referred to as "Mista" as a localization of his name, moved the United States when he was only 1 year Old as his father wanted to participate in the infamous Steel Ball Run, however his father decided to retire after the 5th Stage to go back home. Unfortunately, as the Mister family planned to move back to Italy, the Italian Wars erupted, prompting the family to permanently settle in New York, where Guido's father opened up a general store, "Mister Bestiame's General Store"
(Bestiame is Italian for Horse!)
There are many words used to describe him even before joining Bucciarati's little group. Hot headed, moronic, bitter, the one guy who always looks for a fight, however when he's not getting into heated arguments with the bums of the busy New York streets he helps his father take care of his four younger sisters, making him a very responsible, if autocratic older brother. He is usually considered an idiot due to him dropping out of middle school for work and the fact that he is incredibly "unlucky," as he likes to say, although people will beg to differ, calling him "clumsy" instead.
He would always believe in the common superstition, like walking under a ladder is unlucky, breaking a mirror is unlucky, black cats are unlucky. However, he has his own belief that the number four is incredibly lucky, to a point where he became an extremist to the belief. Guido got into a humorous number of fights and arguments with kids his age trying to get the first item of a group of four. There was one day however, where he believed all his unluck days were the build up to the day where he needed his luck the most.
It was a slow day for his Family Shop, "Mister Bestiame's General Store" Meaning that Guido can catch up on chores around the store. Stack the shelves with cans of food, provisions, tonics, and miscellaneous item; placing fresh fruit, and vegetables, in the wooden barrels by the checkout counter, candy stacked neatly on a table in the middle of the store. Sweeping the front porch of any dirt and grime, dusting the shelves to not cause someone to start sneezing, cleaning the counter and placing the item catalogue on the counter. Although it was a slow day with very few customers, it was a smooth day. Guido looked around the store, smiling at how clean and neat it seemed, turning to go to the back, adamant for a rest when suddenly-
"GUIDO! Ammo shipment is here!" His father called out from the front of the store.
"Ah, SHIT!" Guido angery slammed down the wool cap he wore onto the floor. Ammo Shipments… his least favorite time of the month.
"OYE!" Guido's father snapped his head around just to point a finger at Guido, face contorting into a wicked scowl. "Watch your mouth, I don't want you start cursing in front of your sisters, because if they even pick up one of your words and say it in front of me, Iwill find you and make you remember the face GOD! Comprendere?"
"Sì, padre!" Guido stood stiffly as if being yelled at by an Officer as a soldier, he then picked up his red wool cap and ran out the door to haul the crates of ammo boxes into the store cellar.
Usually Guido's father is much kinder, however, if there is one thing that he despises, it is his son's frequent use of profanities that he picked up from the other kids of Little Italy. Guido hates moving the ammo crates for obvious reasons: they're incredibly heavy, as expected for crates full of brass ammunition ranging from .22 Caliber Varmint, to Shotgun Shells, they were always a pain to unload from the wagon they're transported on to the cellar, and he is also hesitant to even gently placing the crates on the floor even if it is to take a break as he didn't want to know his fathers reaction to damaging the crates if he dropped it a little too hard on accident. Or worse, damaging the floor.
He would usually end the days off paralyzed from exhaustion and his arms sore for weeks until they heal in time for the next shipment of ammo.
He was already complaining even as he hauled the crates downstairs.
"Let me leave… This never-ending hell…" He'd mutter much to the displeasure of this father.
He'd set the second crate of ammo on the floor of the cellar, before crumpling to the floor in exhaustion, opting to sit down to stretch his arm.
I hate this… I hate this… Guido groaned internally as hit sat on the floor and stretched his arms. After a minute of breathing, he decides. Welp, best get back to wor-
BANG!
He instinctively ducks and covers as the sound of a gunshot from the outside the cellar resonated off the walls. This action he learned on the streets of Little Italy, to lower the chance of getting struck by a stray bullet if he encountered a shootout between police and criminals by sheer chance, and knowing his luck, it is more common than you may think.
"Get on the goddamn floor, or I will shoot you!" An unfamiliar voice said from upstairs, sounding gruff.
Guido hesitantly listened closer, hearing the sounds of shuffling, and a struggle. He heard his father grunt and suddenly a loud slam shook the cellar, his father was surprisingly heavy, so him being body slammed is a sign that the people upstairs are particularly strong.
"Figilio… di- puttana! Let me go!" Guido's father wheezed causing his son's heart to jump up to his throat.
"You shut your dirty mouth you scum sucking Italian until we tell you to speak, now tell us where the safe is!" Another voice rang out.
It was at this point that Guido was sent into a rage at the robber's mistreatment of his father. Looking around he realized the only weapon there was in there was in the cellar was a hammer. Seeing his limited options, Guido finally decided that he needs to use the hammer in order to either take out the robbers or secure his father enough time to shoot them, or maybe he has to shoot them himself, who knows definitely not him.
So after a few solid seconds of sneaking up the stairs he saw that there was two robbers utterly oblivious to their surroundings, being as careful as the streets taught him, he snuck up on the robbers without being detected, bringing up the hammer to smash the robber on the left in the back of the head, before turning and smashing the robber to the right in his shooting hand, causing him to drop the gun on the counter, which Guido grabbed and pointed at the robber who was still standing.
"AH- YOU SON OF A BITCH! You like sneaking up on people and stealing their shit, don't you? LIGHT HIM THE HELL UP BOYS!" The Robber with the injured hand yelled out.
It was at this point that Guido heard 3 clicks of three separate robbers surrounding him. One on his left, one on his right, one directly behind him. A total of 5 robbers, just to rob one general store. Seems like they were overcompensating…
.
.
.
I'm going to die, aren't I?
"GUIDO! NO!" Guido's father cried out in agony, clenching his eyes tight as to not witness his own, only son gunned down in front of him.
Guido heard the deafening BANGS of the revolvers around him and all time seemed to slow as the dread of death grew inside him, HE DIDN'T WANT TO DIE IN FRONT OF HIS FATHER LIKE THIS, HE WANTED TO LIVE AND SEE HIS SISTERS GROW UP. WHYGODDON'TLETTHISBETHEEND-
It was amazing what he saw, the bullets whizzed passed him in super slow motion. He felt like his peripheral vision expanded, and he was able to identify where, no only where the robbers beside them were, but he felt exactly where the robber was behind him. As time seem to speed by normally for the robbers and Guido's father, Guido whipped his head around firing three shots at the robbers, all straight for the domes, killing all three of them instantly before they could even fire the second shot.
The two robbers and Guido's father stood absolutely flabberghasted at what they saw, the three robbers all dropped to the floor dead, and Guido turned around, his eyes cold with determination and hatred to those who threatened him and his father.
Funnily enough it was the robber with the head injury who tried his luck with Guido, pointing his gun at his head, and with speeds that should be considered impressive even without the traumatic injury in the back of his head, he fired at Guido, shooting off the boy's wool cap. Guido reciprocated with a bullet of his own to the injured robber's eye, causing blood and brain matter to splatter all over the counter he had just cleaned.
As Guido pointed the gun to the last robber, however the robber already had a knife dangerously close to the older Mista's throat. The robber ducked his head behind Guido's father as to make shooting him straight in the head impossible.
"Alright boy…" There was just one problem with the robber's meat shield strategy. "There ain't no reason to get hasty…" His neck was ever so slightly exposed. "Now I'm going to walk out of-"
BANG!
The Robber cried out in pain as a bullet ripped through his neck, severing his carotid artery, squirting blood everywhere, drenching his shirt immediately in blood. The robber quickly dropped the knife and pushed Guido's father out of the way before running out of the shop, trying his damn hardest to pinch the fatal wound to slow down his blood loss. He was scared, he began crying as onlookers gasped at the sight of him.
"H- help! He's koff, koff, killin' everyone-" BANG! Another bullet tore through his pelvis, causing him to collapse on the floor, blood quickly pooling around him as it began to run through the streets like a spilled water container.
Mista stomped up to the prone and dying robber, attempting to fire in the back of his head, however he already expended his last of his six bullets. In a blind rage, he decided to smash the butt of the revolver in the back of the robber's skull, cracking it open like a melon. Again, and again, AND AGAIN.
"GET OFF THE MAN, YOU MENACE." A police officer tackled Guido off of the robber, as two more came behind and attempted to restrain him.
"IF YOU EVER TRY TO THREATEN MY FATHER AGAIN, SO HELP ME GOD, I WILL MAKE YOU REMEMBER HIS FACE!" Guido screamed at the robber, unaware that the robber was already with God, as he died of blood loss immediately after getting shot a second time.
Guido was hauled off to jail, and there were talks of hanging him, as there was no way that a kid who had supposedly never held, let alone fire a gun before kill four different people who shot at him in point blank range and missed, despite the claims made by father.
On the day he was supposed to be put in a kangaroo court of a trial, his cell door open and in walked in a man wearing a suit jacket, one half black, and the other half white and sporting a bowl cut.
"Are you my lawyer?" Guido asked dryly as he stared, unimpressed at the man in front of him.
"Well… If I was, I would be one of the greatest in the world. Because you're free to go!" The man stated with a deep, husky yet reassuring voice.
"Heh… Yeah right." Guido scoffed a laugh, evidently not buying what the man in front of him had to say. Until he got a good look at his face, seeing the man raise an eyebrow and smirk slightly. "You're not kidding?"
Guido and the mysterious man walk out of the police station without resistance from the officers inside, reuniting with Guido's father outside.
"PADRE!" Guido ran up to his father and gave him one of the biggest hugs he had ever given anyone in his life.
"GUIDO, my son…" Guido's father sobbed into his son's shoulder for a few moments, relieved has his son's safety was guaranteed. After recollecting himself he turned to face the mystery man. "Mr. Bucciarati, how can I ever repay you!"
"You do not have to worry, Signor Mister. I am the purveyor of justice, and even a blind man can tell that your son is innocent." Were the only words Bucciarati said before tilting his head in a nod and walking away.
Guido knew then and there that Bucciarati was a gangster. The way the older man carried himself was one of intensity and confidence, only exuded by people who knew the streets better than the local rats he usually hangs out with. It was that day Guido also wanted to be a gangster just like Bucciarati, but just like Giorno, he was completely shut down by Bucciarati for only being a kid. But that didn't stop Guido from following Bucciarati around like a lost puppy after finishing his day job at his father's store, eventually meeting up with the other boys, becoming the last member to join up Bucciarati's group before Giorno joined the fold.
Present Day
"HOLY SHIT!" Giorno screamed out as an entire circular saw blade barely missed taking out his right eye.
Mista and Giorno ran through the corridors of the abandoned Factory as foreign objects seemingly appear out of nowhere, barreling towards them at high speeds. Wrenches, Hammers, as you saw earlier a circular saw blade.
"This guy is really starting to piss me off…" Mista grimaced loudly as he looked at the now empty chamber of his revolver.
"Mista! You said you wanted to introduce me to a couple of women, are they going to be important to this fight at all?" Giorno questioned as they ducked behind a barrel for cover.
"Funny you mention them, because I was just about to introduce them." He grabbed a handful of bullets into the air. "GO, [MARVELETTES]!"
"YE-HAW!" A bunch of faint, high pitched voices yelled as Giorno witnessed all of the bullets fall perfectly into the empty rotating chamber of the revolver.
Mista closed the rotating chamber, extending hi arm in front of Giorno, barrel facing up to show off what he wanted to show. Giorno looked closer and noticed a small, humanoid figure with wide eyes and a smirk. It was as bronze as a bullet and it was wearing what seemed to be a bronze-colored cowboy hat with the letter "4" engraved on it; its chest was in a triangle shape, almost reminiscent of a bandana, and its feet was in the shape of a long cowboy boot, and if Giorno really squinted, it had a four-point star on its spur.
"Ready to kick ass, Mista!" The tiny humanoid cowboy bullet said as it saluted up to Mista.
"Alright [Number Four]! But we first need to find out where this bastard is hiding first, he's throwing crap at us from seemingly nowhere." Mista explained.
"Well…. I have a theory to why that might be, Mista." Giorno said as he looked down.
Mista followed Giorno's gaze and realized that there was a crack on the concrete began to glow green. Giorno, Mista, and [Number Four] all leaned in to inspect the crack when suddenly a whole jar of gunpowder and nails seemed to squeeze through the crack and rise up to the faces of Giorno and Mista in slow motion.
Sensing the danger from the improvised grenade, Giorno slapped it out of the air, attempting to get it as far away from the duo as possible, all the while Mista jumps over the barrel to get to better cover.
KABOOM!
"[GOLDEN YEARS!]" Giorno screamed as he transformed into a fly to barely avoid getting skewered by a flying nail. He transformed back into a human, slamming shoulder first onto the hard concrete. "Ack! Too… damn close!"
"You said it," Mista too a glance at the barrel he hid behind, which now looks like a shitty pincushion, causing the boy to shudder at how close of a call that was. "We have to find this stronzo, and quick."
"You know, I ain't as keen on killing you kids as you think." The strained sounding voice of Sale Zucchero echoed from seemingly every corner of the corridor. "All I want is the money…"
"HORSESHIT!" Mista screamed out angry. "YOU ALMOST KILLED US FIVE TIMES ALREADY!"
"Yeah, and? I'm giving you the chance to run away to safety. Ain't you the kids that Bucciarati blows his lid off trying to get you not to join the mafia. Take his advice and stay away from this life."
"Give us back Narancia and Fugo then…"
"I'll release them when I get the money!"
"This son of a bitch is lying…" Mista was basically grinding his teeth at this point. "Oye, Newbie, how the hell can we shoot what we can't see…"
After not getting an immediate response Mista turned to look at the pink haired boy. Giorno was currently on his knees, with both hands planted on the ground in front of him, eyes closed.
"Oy, oy, oy, now is no time for a nap-"
"In this corridor there three life signatures. Ours which are static as we aren't moving, and another one that seems to be zipping around. He in the walls… No- now the ceiling… now he's-" Giorno suddenly got up and pointed to a point in between two concrete walls, the thin division in the wall began to glow green. "RIGHT THERE, MISTA!"
"[MARVELETTES]!" Mista fired two shots at the crack. Behind the bullets, two [Marvelettes] materialized, [Number Two] and [Number One].
"YE-HAW!" The two Bullet Stands kicked the bullets, causing it them move at even greater speeds, disappearing into the crack.
"OH, YOU MOTHER- GAH!" Sale screamed in pain.
"That's a hit!" Mista pumped his fist. "I don't know where exactly it hit him, but all I know is that I hit him! How'd you know where he was going to come from?"
"[Golden Years] can also detect life essence coming from any living creature in the area." Giorno explained.
"Sacchi…" Sale growled ferociously. "SACCHI DI MERDA!"
From a crack that was closer to the boys than they were willing to admit, a massive passenger train car bursts out, towering horizontally, touching- no, breaking the roof. The shockwave and the falling debris knocked the two boys over. The low roar of the metal signaled that the train cart is about to cave something in, and the boys are quite literally backed up into the wall.
"Right man, RIGHT!" Mista yelled pushing Giorno in the right direction as the train began to take out the wall above them.
They both scampered out of the way with Mista having to jump as the train finally smashed to the area where they were once were, most likely resulting in them getting crushed to death had they not moved so rapidly.
"Oh shit. That was a close one." Mista turned to Giorno sporting an exasperated smirk as if playing cool after almost dying. "Still got my balls..."
"Where the hell did he even get a train car that big?"
"It must be his stand ability, somehow getting large items to fit into tight spaces!"
"Mista, Mista!" Mista felt a small tug on the sleeve of his light blue shirt. Looking down he saw one of his [Marvelettes], [Number 1]. "Me and [Number 2] saw the bullets flatten themselves when you shot the cracks. The cracks might act as a portal!"
"His stand might have to do with the Dimensions of Geometry!" Giorno snapped his finger as he explained. "We currently reside in the Third Dimension, so any and all tight spaces might be access points to the 2nd Dimension!"
Giorno had finally figured out the inner machinations of [Softworks].
"So what? Jump on a crack when it turns green, and we'll be able to fight him?" Guido asked smiling to himself.
"Man, I don't know! I just had a theory!"
"GODDAMN IT, NEWBIE!"
Or… Maybe not…
From the wreckage of the train cart used as a weapon on the boys, the cracks formed on the ground began to glow and produce multiple kitchen knives, which gunned for Giorno and Mista.
BANG! BANG! BANG!
"YE-HAW" "PASS OVER HERE, DUMBASS!" "LET'S GO!" The [Marvelettes] all yelled out in unison, kicking the bullets to and from each other, using said bullets to knock the knives out of the air, however, one lucky one seemed to slip past the [Marvelettes]'s defenses. "Oh sh- MISTA LOOK OUT!"
Mista suddenly felt something slam into his side, knocking him over. Looking to see who pushed him, he was wide eyed when he noticed Giorno with a massive knife lodged in his stomach. The pink hair boy's whine was stuttered, and his breathing became more labored, the blood began to pool up in front of him.
"New- GIORNO!?" Mista screamed in shock.
"I'll be… fine!" He isn't fine at the moment. "Just- get the… son of a bitch!"
"I told you I would've let you go… But nooooo. You both had to play knight and shining armor. This is for shooting me, no you are going to watch your friend bleed out…" Sale cockily taunted from the Second Dimension.
Shit, we are in a bad spot, without Giorno I might not be able to know where this guy is at. One bullet left, I don't have any more options in how to approach this…
"Well, I do have one option." Suddenly Mista shot the air using his last bullet, confusing the hell out of Giorno and Sale, both thinking that he wasted his last shot at coming out of this alive.
Suddenly, from his Conductor's cap, a green tipped bullet with multiple grooves spiraling on the sides. He loaded the bullet into the rotating chamber after vacating the empty bullet casings. Spinning the chamber, he pointed at the glowing crack in front of him.
"[Marvelettes], Spin Technique…" Giorno's eyes widen at Mista's words, ignoring the profusely bleeding wound in his abdomen he turned to look at the boy.
Suddenly, 6 [Marvelettes] appeared around the bullet, kicking it back and forth between each other, putting distance in between each other, they continued to kick back an forth between each other, eventually the bullet began to glow a shiny silver color. The silver glow dimmed so slowly so the bullet made a spiral diagram with six points. As the bullet finally faced the crack where Sale is supposedly hiding, all of the [Marvelettes] came behind the bullet.
"[Highball Shooter]!"
The [Marvelettes] kick the bullet simultaneously. Sale scoffed. All those theatrics, just for the result to be the same. He threw a chunk of sheet metal from out of the crack; however, the metal was instantly torn apart into tiny scraps by the bullet.
"WHAT THE HE-" WHAM.
The bullets SLAMMED into the wall with the force of a thousand suns, but instead of stopping, the bullets stayed static, trapped spinning in midair, contorting the wall around as the material seemed to stretch and break apart as if were not stretching.
Shit! I can't transfer myself to another crack, I'm going to…
FWOOM!
The wall completely explodes into spinning pieces of debris and dust, and Sale was finally visible for the boys to see.
He extracted him out of the second dimension using Spin? Giorno thought to himself, mouth agape, deciding now that he was tired of bleeding out, using the healing properties of [Golden Years] to finally heal himself.
Sale got up, cradling his head with his hand as he was incredibly dizzy from spinning. Trying his best not to throw up he cleared his vision best he can to notice Mista towering over him with a scowl on his face.
"Woah, woah, let's talk about thi- OOF!" Mista smacked Sale across the face using the butt of is revolver.
Sale Zucchero's [Softworks] Status: KO'ed by Mista, RETIRED!
"How do you like that…" Mista spat on Sale's prone body.
"Where'd you learn Spin?" Giorno asked suddenly as he got up.
"WHOA! When did you stop bleeding?" A startled Mista asked after jumping.
"I healed myself using [Golden Years]-"
"You can do that?"
"Yeah, I can, now tell me… Who taught you Spin?" Giorno was on the verge of yelling but restrained himself.
"Uh huh, well it was actually-" Mista widened his eyes before smacking his hand over his mouth. "I uh… It's a secret…"
Giorno raised his eyebrow, sighing as he decided not to push the question further.
The first thing that Fugo saw when he finally came to was Giorno looking down at him with his light blue eyes. Fugo squinted before punching the Pink Haired boy in the face, knocking him back a few feet.
"Don't… TOUCH ME JOESTAR!" He yelled as he scrambled onto his feet.
"Ack… I… woke him up Bucciarati…" Giorno groaned on the floor.
Fugo looked around to see everyone leisurely sitting or standing around a chest, most likely filled to the brim by Polpo's fortune. Everyone but Narancia looked tired, dirty, as if they just got out of a fight. Even Giorno, if we excuse the broken nose that Fugo just gave him, his dark blue shirt was ripped slightly at the abdomen, his shirt now a crimson red from blood, but there were no wounds.
"What happened?" Fugo asked.
"Well, apparently these stronzos were here for Polpo's fortune, and they decided to kidnap us for leverage against Bucciarati." Narancia explained, giving Sale a sharp kick in the gut, winding him.
"Ah, you… punk…"
"Oh, so that's what happened…" Fugo was stone face, acting as if he was about to grab something, however, he turned back to look at Giorno who was still gripping the bridge of his nose. Fugo scowled in annoyance before giving Sale another kick in the face and walking away.
"What do we do with them, Bucciarati?" ABBA asked, pointing a gun at Sale.
"We should kill them before they get any more ideas…" Fugo snarled.
"Calm down, Fugo…" Bucciarati sighed. "Despite their efforts, they didn't actually kill us."
Sale, Mista, and Giorno all decided to bite their tongues seeing as how close Giorno came to dying during their fight.
"But Bucciarati! What's going to stop them from trying to pull another fast one on us?" Fugo argued.
"How about an act of good karma…" Giorno, who's nose stopped bleeding seconds earlier stated.
"Buona fortuna? How ridiculous-"
Giorno walked past Fugo, much to the blonde's chagrin. Giorno's left index finger glowed a golden color from the healing abilities of [Golden Years], and the pink haired boy tapped the forehead of an unconscious Peppa. Suddenly she woke up with a gasp, completely ignoring the fact that she was currently binded at the wrists, the green haired gangster gasped again before the tears began to flow on her face.
"My shoulders… They… They don't hurt anymore."
"I used my Stand to heal the bullet wound in your shoulder and fixed the birth defect that made your shoulder injuries so painful in the first place." Giorno explained.
Everyone was in shock, and Fugo was currently shaking in anger. "What?"
"This act of good karma is something that I can easily take away and or make worse however…" Giorno warned, his face stoic as to make his threat more of a promise. "So promise me, you won't try to harm anyone of us again."
"I promise! We promise! Thank you!" Peppa sobbed as Sale nodded his head
Giorno felt the front of his shirt being pulled upwards, and there was Fugo, all up in his face. "Why are you being so nice to them, after they tried to use us as a RANSOM?"
"Because, unlike you, I don't kill a good opportunity when I see it. They could be of use to us in the near future, who knows." Giorno beamed, completely ignoring the hostility in Fugo's aura.
"Why you son of a-" Fugo raised his fist at Giorno only to get punched in the face by someone else.
"What the- MISTA?" Fugo felt betrayed. "Why are you suddenly protecting him? Oh give me a break, if it's about his family participating in the Steel Ball Run-"
"It doesn't matter why I did it…" He saved my life back there… Mista internalized. "But he is one of us now, and I got to help one of my own."
"Wha-?" Fugo deflated, wide eyed in betrayal.
"Fugo… That's enough." Bucciarati interjected to prevent Fugo to go nuclear.
It was awkwardly silent for a few seconds before Fugo huffed and stormed out of the factory. Giorno watched, feeling a bit bad, but he wouldn't kill for his ideals, and it was unfortunate that his ideals didn't mesh well with Fugo's. Sighing to himself.
Why does he hate me so much?
It was very late. And Giorno knew. Opening the door as carefully as he can as to not wake up his Aunt Lucy, he crept through the door, closing it as gently as possible, making no audible sound as it finally locked. Giorno sighed in relief.
"Where have you been?" Giorno was so startled by the deep but feminine voice that he accidentally banged his head on the metal door.
"Ow…" Giorno slowly turned his head, to see a tall, pink haired bowl cut lady, standing with her arms crossed. The years of hardship evident by the wrinkles on her face. H. P. Joestar. "Oh… Hey ma~" Giorno awkwardly chuckled.
"Why is there blood on your shirt? Did you get stabbed?" H. P.'s tone was monotonous, almost uncaring to the untrained ear. But deep down she was concerned for her child, however she knew that Giorno's healing ability can and will heal any wound, no matter how critical.
Giorno looked behind his mother to see Lucy sheepishly rubbing her arm. Giorno motioned to Lucy with the facial expression of desperation and pleading.
"She… uh… she forced the truth out of me…" Lucy covered her burning hot face in shame.
Giorno already knew he was screwed. "Damn it…"
Giorno Joestar's [Golden Years] Status: Caught by H. P. Josetar, GROUNDED!
Stands and Music References seen in this chapter (the following are creations of vanillaprinces):
[Marvelettes]: Named after the American Female soul Group, The Marvelettes.
(The following are my ideas, and not previously mentioned by vanillaprinces)
[Highball Shooter]: Named after the 1974 Deep Purple song, High Ball Shooter.