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Vento Aureo SBR AU: Golden Blood

Chapter 7: BLACKPINK Insurrection

When Caligula Risotto was only thirteen years of age, he was already knee deep in the blood of his own accord. Killing an entire group of Gangsters from the Famiglia Volpe after they so carelessly killed his father during a hit on another target, call it "wrong place, wrong time," but to him it didn't matter. And when he did bleed their bodies dry, he was forced to join Passione to dodge the legal repercussions of his actions.

It was rare for a green recruit, even one with an impressive kill count on them to work directly with the Donna of Passione, but that is what happened when Caligula joined.

Now it is to be expected that with such a diverse knowledge in killing people and an impressive and destructive Stand, it would be a no brainer for everyone around him to assume he is a top assassin for Passione, but his job is quite literally the opposite.

"So… Let me get this straight…" a still 13-year-old Caligula asked as he sat across the table from Aceto Madonna, husband of the Donna, Lady Madonna. "You, and Donna Madonna are going to abroad for vacation and you want me-"

"To take care of our daughter, yes." The Purple Haired man interrupted the child.

Caligula blinked at the Secretary of the Lady Madonna. He felt his eyelids get heavy, so he closed them while rubbing the bridge of his nose and his eyes, feigning tiredness.

"I'm sorry, I'm just… processing the gravity of the job given to me." In actuality, Caligula was processing the unfathomable stupidity of the Secretary's request. He, a stone-cold killer to take care of a child, maybe no more than an infant. "But… I do have a question, why me? Why not get someone who is more qualified. Like a proper nanny…"

"Because, Demon Child…" Lady Madonna walked in carrying luggage, looking at him coldly with her piercing green eyes. "Nannies aren't fit for having to protect the heir to the family business, so I need someone who can at least give a fight before dying."

Lady Madonna was right, but the nickname of "Demon Child" still irked him. It was because of his eyes. He was born with a blood vessel defect that caused blood to flow freely into his eyes when he was a child, a horrible disease that traumatized doctors, nurses, and his parents all of which continued to have nightmares of the poor, pale child crying blood even days after birth. He was saved of course, and the doctors, however his eye's Scalera were permanently stained red as a result. Causing him to get tormented as a child, jumped by children calling him "a demon child," being banned from churches as nuns and priests alike called him "a demon child." Demon child this, demon child that. He always wanted to fight back against his bullies, but his father kept from hurting the others, anchored him from lashing out.

Now that he's gone, there's no one to restrain him from tearing those who cross him to pieces on mincemeat.

"Her name is Patrizia. And if anyone tries to touch her, I want you to kill them, or put the fear of God in them. Or in your case, the Devil…" Lady Madonna said suddenly. Suddenly Caligula was forcefully given a particularly heavy bundle of blankets. "Ciao, have fun!"

"Waitwaitwaitwait-" He panicked as he suddenly watched as Aceto and Lady Madonna bolt out the door with their luggage; he frowned, deep down he knew why they decided to have a vacation so soon after having a child. They were barely 19 after all.

Caligula removed a small piece of blanket that covered the Patrizia's face. He watched as the baby slowly winced from the sudden change of light, refocusing her eyes on him. Shiny emerald eyes like her mother, a purple hair just like her father. Patrizia looked up, directly into his deep red eyes, with an air of curiosity to her gaze.

"Um…" Caligula cleared his throat. "Hello, little lady. It looks like your parents are too horny to keep their hands off each other. So, it looks like I'll be taking care of you from now… on…"

He braced himself as he fully expected Patrizia to start crying because of his permanently red eyes. What he didn't expect however, was for the baby Patrizia to reach out and touch his chin, laughing an adorable laugh as she did. Caligula watched in wide eyes as this baby had no fear of the Demon Child right in front of him, fully accepting him at the first sight, no one ever did. Not even his mother who left abruptly after his birth, most likely reeling from the trauma of seeing her own child cry blood profusely.

Tears brimmed in his eyelids as he smiled down on the little bundle of joy in his arms.

"Alright then…" Caligula chuckled as he wiped away a tear from his eye. "Patrizia isn't quite doing it for me… What about… Pattie."

From that day forward, Caligula Risotto became the bodyguard of Patrizia "Pattie" Madonna. He taught Pattie how to read and write and speak both English and Italian. He taught her how to fend for herself in the event that he was incapable of protecting her any longer. He was so overjoyed the day she started calling him "Fratello" or "Brother," that he cried when he told his father at his grave, something that Caligula hadn't done since the day his father died.

He stuck by her even as the money finally got to her head, even as the influences of her mother's manipulation finally began to drive a wedge between the two. Even as he felt like Pattie only saw him as an employee under her control.

"Caligula…" A woman's voice called out for him.

He decided to bury his head under his arms as the lights seem too bright, the world looked like it was going to cave in on him while simultaneously spinning.

"Caligula." The voice began to get a bit impatient.

"Five more minutes…" He groaned, trying hard to keep his stomach from churning so violently as he covered his ears.

Suddenly an arm grabbed his, the woman getting up to his ear to raise her voice furiously. "CALIGULA. RISOTTO."

The now 30-year-old Caligula quickly sprang up at the volume of the voice. All the blood in his head suddenly crashing down on him, making the entirety of his weight double in the matter of seconds. Despite the room being dimly lit it still seemed to be blindingly bright. He looked paler than he usually does, which is saying something as he has been incredibly pale his whole life. He looked exhausted, maybe because he had an alcoholic bender the night before and is currently suffering from a hangover of biblical proportions.

He turned to where the voice came from, to see Pattie standing there with both hands on her hip, and her face contorted into a displeased scowl. His throat was both dry and strained, so all he could squeak out a sound reminiscent of: "What..?"

"Let's go shopping." Pattie said, her tone unwaveringly sour.

Caligula turned his head as slowly as possible to look out a window. It was pitch black outside save for the electrical lamps that light the streets in a dim yellow glow. He slowly turned back to Pattie who was still frowning at him.

"I- it's 2 in the morning, Pattie, and- and I drank a shit ton earlier today with my buddies and now I'm… incredibly hungover." He pressed his fingers on the temples of his forehead, trying his best to ignore his vision contorting into that of Vincent van Gogh's A Starry Night with a copious number of swirls, everywhere. "Can- can uh… Can we do this tomorrow?"

Pattie opened her mouth as if to say something, only to close it again. Her scowled deepened before opening her mouth again. "You've been asleep for 2 DAYS!"

"What?" Caligula quickly turned his head to the calendar posted in the kitchen. Big Mistake, his stomach lurched forward violently, causing him to violently gag.

After a few seconds of recomposition he looked at the calendar. On Tuesday, the last day he was conscious, he marked off the day, using his fountain pen; but on Wednesday and Thursday, it was marked off using a pencil by Pattie. "Oh, shit…"

"I've been sitting on my ass for the past two days; I'm bored out of my mind." The attitude and use of profane language is unbecoming of a woman tailored to be the next Donna of Passione, but Caligula digressed. He taught her all of the words under the sun, much to the Secretary's annoyance. "It is 10pm, let's go to the plaza to buy clothes before they close at 12!"

He attempted to argue, but she just cut him off instantly. "If you go back to sleep, I'll just go by myself."

The pale man just wheezed out a groan and deflated. Pattie had a cruel habit of running away from him during shopping trips and tended to sneak away to God knows where all by herself without telling him. It was his job to protect her, and he hurt a lot of people to keep her safe from harm. He never regretted going such lengths for his "baby sister" (even if she no longer recognized him as an older brother), but he would like it if she wasn't so naïve about how much danger there is being the heir of the biggest gang in the entirety of Manhattan Island.

Caligula's stomach bellowed loudly from within. He looked up at Pattie who still looked crossed at him.

"Can I at least go to the restroom?"

"Sigh… Hurry up." Pattie responded.

It's already Midnight. Caligula looked up to the sky as he readjusted the brim of his black wool cap, his short but messy silver hair slowly flowing in the wind. He put on his wool cap, covering his bloody eyes from the rest of the world, only using them as a fear tactic against those who wished Pattie harm, but this was very rare, as he didn't want to cause attention to get drawn to him. He heard the door open beside him, and out came Pattie, holding onto another bag of clothing, make up, or jewelry for him to carry, adding to the humorous amount of bags he was already carrying, much to his disappointment. I highly doubt she is ever going to wear these… She's very materialistic.

The Madonna's usually gave their daughter an embarrassing amount of money to get her to stop whining, which resulted in Pattie becoming a very demanding, entitled child. Even as a teenager it seems she has not mellowed out of this personality at all.

With the advent of midnight, meant that all of the shops in the plaza are now all closed, prompting the people who remained in the plaza to go home. Eventually, the streets become quiet, abandoned, Caligula and Pattie remain as the only people seemingly left alive in the world as they walk back to the Madonna Mansion.

Pattie looked down the streets huffing a bit as she had seemed to have underestimated the distance between the Mansion and the Plaza. She could've made Caligula drive back home, but she loved to walk to the plaza, but always dreaded the walk back, complaining about how "tired she was," only for him to remind her that she rarely, if ever, carried all her heavy bags all the way home. But after getting yelled up in public using words that would leave the biggest and strongest of men to begin to weep, Caligula decided against ever complaining about her complaining. Suddenly a light bulb lit up in her mind.

"Hey, I know a shortcut!" Pattie chirped as she began to walk faster down the street.

"Oye, slow down!" Caligula began to run faster to catch up with her.

She stopped by the entrance of an alley way, skidding to a halt when she realized Caligula was about a few seconds away from her. He caught up with Pattie, panting slightly as he looked down the dark, gloomy alleyway.

"Your… shortcut is a dreary ass alleyway? When'd you even find it?" Caligula asked, still panting slightly.

"Me, Roche, and Lillen have been using this short cut for the longest time now!"

"What?" Caligula smiled but in reality, he was clenching his teeth in an attempt to subside his anger at Pattie. "And why was I not notified that you were with your friends without my supervision?"

"Because that is none of your business!" Pattie said in a deceptively sweet tone, flicking Caligula's brow to further aggravate her brother/bodyguard even further. "C'mon, stop being a mamone, I know damn well that an old alley can't scare a tough gangster like you… Right?"

Pattie was being very smug about it, which pissed off Caligula further. The silver hared gangster felt multiple tick marks pop up on his forehead as he trudged into the alleyway.

Pattie was humming a tone, blissfully arrogant to her surroundings, walking a bit ahead of the tired, and still hungover Caligula, who just wanted to crawl back onto the couch and sleep his woes away. When they first began to tread into the alleyway, he did not feel anything off about the alley, aside of the natural creepiness of the dark alleyway at midnights; however, as he took another step, he felt a wave static shot up his spine, unrelated to his stand. They were Danger Signals.

Caligula dropped the bags and quickly got in front of Pattie, placing an arm in front of her to prevent from continuing to walk down the alley.

Pattie looked back to see the bags of clothing, make up, and perfume on the floor, its contents spilling onto the dirty, dusty concrete. The rage within her spike she turned, red face. "CALIGULA, ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND-"

"Shut the fuck up." Caligula spoke with venom, the wave of killing intent coming from his voice was so thick that it caused Pattie to instantly shut up and recoil in fear from the sudden change in mood coming from her brother.

He pulled out his .41 caliber Volcanic Pistol from his behind his jacket, arming it with a click of the charging hamer and pointing the muzzle into the endless void of the alley. "STAND UP AND REVEAL YOURSELF, NOW!"

There was a thunderous silence that followed Caligula screaming into the darkness. Pattie was half tempted to say that was "paranoid" an that there was "nothing to worry about," however she froze in fear when a feeling came up her spine, one of absolute terror. The silence was broken by the sounds of chains clanking in the distance, the sound getting louder as whatever Caligula was so worried about walked forward.

From the shadow, a dense figure seemed to get bigger as it got closer to the group.

"That's close enough…" Caligula called out.

The figure halted, much to the relief of the duo, however as Caligula looked at the details of the silhouette, the dread returned. The figure was about, 6'4, 6'5, with big broad shoulders, large thighs with skinnier legs and… small feet? The most unsettling part of it was its head. It was cylindrical, with many protrusions on the top of its head, the most prominent of which are the antlers that seem to be growing on its side.

"Not another step closer you hear, so help me God if you take one more step forward, I will shoot you."

"I have no quarrel with you, Caligula Risotto. I am only here for the girl…" The figure spoke in an unnaturally deep, distorted voice that shouldn't exist in nature.

Caligula began sweating, his hands started shaking. How does he know my name? Why does he want Pattie?

"You ain't laying a goddamn digit on her…"

Step.

The figure took one step forward.

BANG. BANG. BANG.

Pattie covered her ears and crouched down behind Caligula as the gangster let out 3 gunshots at the figure. The figure didn't so much as flinch when those bullets went into them. There was no fresh scent of blood, or a grunt from the figure despite the bullets lodging into the figure. Suddenly an undeniable fact hit him harder than the hangover he had just hours prior, there was one reason as to why the figure did not seem to take any damage from the gunshots, it wasn't exactly human… it's…

"It's a Stand…" Caligula whispered to himself, but loud enough for Pattie to hear from below.

She looked up with a fearful and confused expression on her face. "Stand? Wha-"

"Pattie…" Caligula started, swallowing hard before continuing. "Run, don't look back until you get to safety."

"H-how will- I know when I'm safe hands?" She asked with a shaky voice as she began sweating profusely.

"I don't know…" He answered truthfully. "Just… be anywhere but here…"

"What about you-"

"DON'T WORRY ABOUT ME! RUN, PATRIZIA!" Caligula screamed both out of anger and desperation.

Pattie quickly shot up and ran the opposite direction of which they came, leaving Caligula all alone with the Unknown Stand.

"She can run as far as she likes, she may have escaped me tonight, but just know Caligula Risotto, she will be drawn to me inevitably."

"Fat fucking chance of that happening, puttana…" Now that Pattie was out of the equation, the fear that halted Caligula's movements slowly seeped away. He threw his useless pistol beside him and put of his hands in front of him, index finger pointing at the Stand, thumbs sticking out pointing at each other, middle finger pointing to the ground with his remaining fingers curved in. "Before we begin, what are you called?"

"…[Blood Royale]…" It responded.

"[Blood Royal], huh? Well, [Blood Royale] I'd like to introduce to you to my Stand…" Behind him, electricity began manifesting, getting brighter and brighter, condensing into one, being. The stand itself stood as tall as Caligula, its body was cephalopod in appearance, with long, thick electrical wires as arms and feet, each arm ending with yellow spikes resembling power outlet plugs. The main attraction was it head, consisting of pure white spiky energy, its core darker than the rest to emulate a face that seemed habitually screaming.

"I'd like to introduce to you… [Death Magnetic]!" There was a fire in Caligula's red eye, that pierced through the darkness that surrounded him, piercing through the shade given off by his black wool cap… Dark Determination.

Patrizia sprinted down the lonely streets of Little Italy, despite her feet aching despite her sides hurting from exhaustion, despite not knowing the streets as well as someone who suffered much more than her, so she is basically walking herself to death until some saving grace Guardian Angels comes in and sweep her off her feet, she's holding out for a hero, if you will. She can't stop running either, because every single shadow elicited her flight response, so her body forced her to keep running.

Get to safety… She would repeat in her mind as she ran. Get to safety… Caligula will come and find you. Just… give me, sanctuar- WAH!

As she turned the corner, she slammed into someone as they turned the corner themself, bumping into them with such force it causes her to launch into the air. As she fell in slow motion, she caught a glimpse of who she ran into from the dim lights of the electric lamppost. A boy around her age with much darker skin, wearing faded overalls with a black, sleeveless shirt underneath, complimented with an orange bandana covering his messy black hair. And then… darkness.

Narancia was a bit dazed as he stood up, the wind was definitely taken out of him he wheezed as he stood up, his brow already contorted into a scowl as he looked for the person who was responsible for knocking him over, ready to acquaint them with his foot to their face. However, as he turned, he saw the only person left on the quiet, ill lit street. A girl lying on the floor, bleeding from her head; Narancia assumed that she ran into him so hard that it sent her flying, knocking her out as she crashed back to earth.

"Oh shi…" Narancia quickly scrambled to his feet to rush to her aid that much faster.

Instantly he was instantly enamored by the girl's beauty, her porcelain white skin, the small blush on her face and her very vibrant pink lips- Narancia quickly shook his head, berating himself for getting distracted when this girl is evidently hurt by fault of him. Looking at the girl again, she looked very sweaty, and her purple hair, disheveled. Her shoes didn't look like they were made for running, and the nighttime in Little Italy is a very dangerous time to be out by yourself, especially a young woman like her. She must have been running from something…

Narancia looked around, he may be an idiot, but even he feels something off about his surroundings, something more sinister than a random creep is lurking in each shadow that he isn't directly looking at. He wanted to run home, but he knew he couldn't leave this poor girl by herself.

Oh shit, oh God, oh Jesus- Caligula's stand, [Death Magnetic] was currently locked in brutal hand to hand combat with the mysterious [Blood Royale], both Stand rushing each other with building leveling haymakers.

[Death Magnetic] itself wasn't as strong as a normal humanoid stand, but it can still hold its own in a fight, its main power came from its manipulation of magnetic materials. This allows him to warp anything made up of iron, nickel, or cobalt, changing their shape to something much spikier and more hazardous, and then using magnetism to throw the sharpened objects at enemies. However, he is currently fighting a Stand that has no apparent user in sight, which complicates things as the magnetic weapons will only pass through Stands.

This reduces [Death Magnetic] to only use close quarters combat, using its fists as some sort of Combatant Suppression Knuckles, sending painful shocks of electricity throughout the Stand's and by extension the user's body. However, another fact that Caligula can't overlook complicates even this for him. [Blood Royale] was faster.

Each time [Death Magnetic] throws a punch that should land on the mysterious Stand it seems to dodge, but Caligula swears, swears there were times where he would land a punch, but it seemed to warp, distort, and not have any affect.

Shit! If I don't find out [Blood Royale]'s user real goddamn I'm going to be reduced to a pile of bloody meat, and Pattie will still be in danger. Focus, Caligula, FOCUS!

[Death Magnetic] let out a fierce ROAR that shook the streets of Little Italy before its purely electrical head began to glow brighter, and the electricity around it became wider, much more chaotic. It is absorbing the electricity from the city block around it, and it is sending a beacon of electrical light up to the heavens above for all Stand Users that were still awake to see.

"HOLY SHIT!" Narancia cried out as he witnessed the electrical event from a few streets down, now he was in full panic mode. "That looks like a whole lot of 'not my goddamn problem!'"

Without thinking twice, he picked the girl off the ground and wrapped her arms around his shoulders from behind, slanting forward a little so her body weight will lay on him, as to not fall. He then grabbed the girl by her legs, placing his hands behind her knees, full piggyback carry, and sprinted all the way back to the Bucciarati Estate.

With the electrical storm dancing around him, he finally has enough light to see the finer detail of [Blood Royale]'s figure. Its body was one of a naked, shirtless human, one with a dad-body, its legs were covered in a cloth that looked like very baggy white pants that extended all the way down to its shins, with goat hooves as feet. Its face was a black comedy thespian mask with even darker voids for eyes and mouths; golden chains decorated its neck. To top it off it wore a crown decorated with antlers and feathers.

"Time to finish you off…" Caligula snarled. "[Death Magnetic]… JUDAS KISS!"

The electricity around [Death Magnetic] seemed to condense into a single, massive fist. Roaring in harmony with his Stand he threw his fist forward intended to obliterate the Mysterious [Blood Royale] , but as it seemed to connect…

"Pierce the veil of non-existence…" He heard [Blood Royale] and another voice above him say.

Then then [Blood Royale] was in front of Caligula.

"WHAT?"

Caligula was about to manifest [Death Magnetic] in front of him to defend against the enemy Stand, but as he raised his right arm, all he saw was a bloody stump in the middle of his forearm. Shocked and confused, Caligula suddenly felt pain course throughout his entire body originating from his chest. Looking down he saw [Blood Royale]'s fist in his chest. The Stand carefully pulled its fist out, before gently and mockingly pushed Caligula backwards. He tried to crawl away, however his sudden blood loss is making his vision hazy, and his body weak. He closed his eyes hard to regain composure, but it only made him more tired.

Pattie… Please be safe… I'm sorry it had to end like this. You are… my pride and… joy…

As Caligula closed his eyes, he saw someone, from the roof top, look down on him…

(The following are my ideas, and not previously mentioned by vanillaprinces)

BLACKPINK Insurrection: Named after the Korean Pop Girl Group, BLACKPINK

[Death Magnetic]: Named after the 2008 Metallica Album

Judas Kiss: Named after a song in Metallica's Death Magnetic Album

[Blood Royale]: Named after the British Rock Duo, Royal Blood