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Vento Aureo SBR AU: Golden Blood
Chapter 9: Fire Storm
Fugo: Narancia may be as dumb as box of rocks and as dull as old, rusted iron, but he's a dependable, loyal kid to a fault. He, just like the rest of us who speak so highly of Bucciarati didn't have the greatest of upbringings.
He and his family moved from Sicily to Elis Islands as the Italian Wars kick off, they move to Little Italy to see if they can get themselves out of poverty. Things do not go as planned. They were all caught up in the Contract Labor System, or the fucking Padrone System. A system that forces immigrants or first generational Americans to work for shit or no pay as all of the money funnels back to the Padrone, or "boss," from the pockets of the employers and workers. Exploitation. Slavery, shit like that.
At the age of ten, Narancia's mother dies of some fatal, but inconspicuous disease, to this day neither me nor he knows what truly killed her.
Patrizia: Wow, laying it on thick, aren't you?
Fugo: I am sorry, would you like me to be more dramatic? Maybe add a bit of polish to it?
Anyways. The next few years Narancia worked as a paper boy, standing on the corner of streets selling that week's paper for pennies, day in and day out, in blistering heat, and bitter cold, neither rain, nor snow, nor sleet, nor hail kept Narancia from appointing his rounds, and he suffered heavily for it. Getting near fatally sick at least twice, but even during those days, his stubbornness kept him from resting.
One day however, he passed out in the middle of the sidewalk. His money, and his papers were stolen by some group of kids that hang around the neighborhood and smoked, drank, pickpocketed, just being menaces to society. So, when Narancia woke up, he decided to track down the kids to get his money back so he can give the Padrone his "fair share." When he found those little shits wagering his money on a game of poker, he got himself into a big fight and he ended up laying those kids out!
The problem was that one of the kids, well Narancia's boss was his daddy, so he ended up ratting Narancia out to him for basically getting his ass handed to him. The Padrone was fucking pissed and decided to fire Narancia and throw him out onto the streets. Hey, it wasn't Narancia's fault that the Padrone's kid couldn't fight for shit. Even after all that, Narancia's life still seemed like a downward spiral. Destitute he tired to find his father who was working under the same Padrone, only to find the building he worked for on fire.
The slimy Bastardo burned down an entire factory for insurance money, with workers still working in there. His father being one of them. He died that night and Narancia watched as the building became a crematorium from the outside. It's been his life mission to find his Padrone.
Patrizia: … And do what to him?
Fugo: Heh… … … Even Narancia wouldn't tell me what he would do.
"Ooooh shit…" Narancia whined to himself as he pulled at his hair in stress, beads of sweat running down his brow as his heart hammered furiously in his chest. He had made a severe miscalculation, one that may spell doom for him. The weight of the world on his shoulders, his knees weak, and his arms were heavy. What do I do, what do I do, WHAT DO I DO!
"You know Narancia I have a restaurant to run, I am still waiting for your order…" Antonio Trussardi sighed with a notebook and wooden pencil in hand.
"THAT'S THE THING SIGNORE TRUSSARDI! I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT TO BUY!" Narancia cried out in a desperate tone, with such volumes that it caused other patrons to turn their head in annoyance and confusion. As they noticed it was just Narancia, a regular in the Trattoria, they all quietly went back about their business as usual.
"Why don't you order what you aways order, Pizza margherita or with mushrooms…" Antonio said with a deadpanned expression.
"No, no, no. I simply can't! This order isn't for me!" Antonio quirked an eyebrow. "Ugh, this is such shit. She says, 'surprise me,' and now I am here killin' myself trying to figure out what she'll like."
"Woah, woah, woah." Antonio had an incredibly bright, yet mischievous smile on his face. So bright that it could have blinded Narancia if he stared at it for too long. "Did you just say 'she?' Narancia, do you have anything to tell me?"
"What in the name of God are you talking about, Signore Trussardi?"
Man, this kid really is an idiot… Antonio internalized and cringed with a smile still remaining on his face. "You're buying food for a lady! Does this mean that you finally did the impossible, Narancia? Did you finally find yourself a woman? Do I finally get to ring the bell?"
Narancia stared at Antonio with the same expression as a goldfish, trying to process what he is trying to say. Suddenly it dawned on him, Narancia went pale before flushing into a deep pink color and began waving defensively.
"No, nonononono. Trussardi, it ain't nothing like that." Narancia began stuttering. "I- I- just bumped into her one night and she- she seemed to be in bad shape so ABBA and Bucciarati are taking care of her. I am just responsible for… for bringing her food…"
Antonio squinted and pursed his lips together, leaning into Narancia to better study his face. Narancia was already sweating when he stressed over what food to get Patrizia, but now he was certainly drenched as Antonio's analyzing face is about a few inches from the boy's. He could smell the hint of garlic from his clothes as the sky-blue eyes bored into his soul.
Mercifully, Antonio finally did back up and sighed an extraordinarily heavy sigh.
"How disappointing. I was surely hoping you finally did find love as I said you always would." Narancia rolled his eyes. "But now it is business time. I am an expert at creating the most delicious of meals based solely off of a person's appearance and personality, so, please explain her to me."
It was Narancia's turn to quirk an eyebrow at Antonio, trying to figure out if this was not some sort of trick by the blue-eyed chef was trying to gaud him into falsely confessing that he finally found love, but sighed as he couldn't find a shred of deceit in the man's gaze.
"Fine. Fine… Let's see." Narancia thought hard, harder than he ever thought in any moment of his life leading up to this question. "She has… wears clothes that street urchins like me don't wear, the shit is made of silk and other finer cloth I can't seem to recognize. She has purple hair that looks like cotton candy, she has white skin, and is about… half an inch taller than me."
"And personality?"
"Shit. I never really got to talk to her. But what from she sounds like, she sounds like she is uncertain seeing everyone around her as the same level as her. Almost like she's better that everyone. Almost."
Antonio tapped the pencil on his chin, humming in thought, before snapping his fingers, smiling widely. "I got it, I'll be right back, Narancia."
A pleasantly smelling paper bag was placed right in front of Narancia. The boy looked at the bag with curiosity before turning up to see Antonio standing over him.
"What is this?" Narancia asked, scooting forward to grab the bag.
"The type of woman you described to me, judging by her clothing and snotty personality may be of the upper middle, or Elite Class, so I prepared a meal that most elites love to eat since it is expensive and delicious. Buttered Crab Legs with sour spinach and side of breadsticks, all perfectly made, cut, cooked, and baked by me." Antonio ended off with his trademark, bright smile that might cause Narancia to have cataracts if he stared for too long.
"Wow, Signore Antonio, ain't you the ever adaptive one." Narancia got up, after leaving a dollar tip for the chef, too tired to continue the conversation with him.
"You keep that girl safe and happy, you hear, Nara? Or you're banned from eating here!"
"I told you, Trussardi, it ain't like that…" Narancia commented, putting the bird up to Antonio as he walked away.
Narancia made his way outside of the establishment, walking down the street with the paper bag in his hand. He began to walk unconsciously down the city's sidewalk, not noticing that he isn't bumping into people as much as he did during the usual morning rush. Slowing down his pace to a halt he looked around him, to find the streets oddly empty.
Weird… Usually there's whole packs of people going to work… Where is everyone? Narancia thought to himself as he scanned around. He decided to resume his delivery of the food, but with much more caution in his step. Unfortunately for the boy, he was so focused on the things around him that he failed to see the rock in the pathway right in front of him, tripping which caused him to fall forward onto the pavement. Trying to keep the food from getting ruined, he threw the paper bag of food to the side out of desperation.
The paper bag landed in front of a man who witnessed Narancia's fall. His skin was pale white, his hair was clumpy and disheveled, his clothing was dirty, tattered, and he had on some sort of odd, purple, and lavender make up on his lips and just under his eyes, and he had tattoos of clocks on his shoulders. The man picked it up to inspect it.
"Oh shit, is the bag damaged?" Narancia began to worry as the stranger began to inspect the bag closely, turning it around and pursuing his lips in curiosity.
"No…" The stranger responded with a raspy yet high pitched voice.
"Oh, thank Christ. It's not my food, so I need to deliver it, thank you for picking it up for me." Narancia extended his hand to the stranger in an attempt to get his bag back from the stranger.
The Stranger only stared at Narancia for an uncomfortable amount of time, causing the boy to both shift uncomfortably in his shoes and annoy him at how long the man was keeping him away from the bag. Finally, the man slowly extended his hand, to let Narancia grab the bag.
"Thank you…" Narancia sighed in relief, internalizing the insults that he wanted to say. Prick.
The Man stood perfectly still as Narancia walked away, bag in tow. The boy thought that the worse was over, that was until he glanced down at the bag, just for a split second he looked, and something strange caught his eye. The boy looked down at the bag again just to find multiple small locks stuck on the bag and they were all quickly ticking down. Narancia's danger signals began baring in his head, and on reflex he threw the bag into the air and ducked his head.
The clocks suddenly sprang off the bag an-
KABOOM!
A massive explosion ripped through the empty street, shattering windows at the huge shockwave. Said shockwave knocked Narancia off his feet and onto his ass. Glass shards rained down around him and the Stranger who just stared at him, bug-eyed.
The fuck was that? Was that a stand? Shit… Is this stronzo a stand user? Narancia turned and scowled at The Stranger.
"You saw them? The pins?" The Stranger asked, boring into Narancia's soul with an empty stare.
"WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT? WHY ARE YOU TRYING TO KILL ME? DON'T TELL ME YOU'RE WORKING WITH MY OLD PADRONE; DON'T YOU FUCKING TELL ME!" Narancia roared, pointing an accusatory finger at The Stranger.
"… my name is Oyecomova. I work by myself, and I have no idea who your Padrone is… The only person who guides me is God and his will…" The Stranger, Oyecomova, responded.
Narancia wanted to sigh in relief, but he can visibly see the purple shoebill-like stand with two golden plates on his head.
"Bastardo… You destroyed the food I was supposed to deliver? And for what?" Narancia spat.
"Because I haven't blown anyone up in the past 17 years. I was arrested shortly after the Steel Ball Run, and this is the first time I see sunlight since then…" Oyecomova inhaled as he let the sunlight bead down on his face. When he looked back at Narancia, he still maintained a stoic expression, but the glint in his eyes is much more psychotic than it was just a few moments ago. "Now, I'm rearing to start a massacre."
"Not on my watch figilio de puttana." Narancia pulled out his orange Steel Ball from his belt holster.
It shined in the sunlight, and its mere presence was enough to cause the Napoli terrorist to take a step back in shock. "Is that… a steel ball?"
"Yeah, you like it?" Narancia said as he began to use Spin on the orange steel ball.
Oyecomova's consistently bored façade cracked slightly as his eyebrows and lip twitched downward slightly. "I will not let another damn Spin user defeat me…"
"Oh my god, aren't you a dreary son of a bitch…" Narancia groaned as his Steel Ball spun faster and fast. "C'mon man, say something cool, say something snapping. Take this one for example: …"
Spin Technique…
"I hope whatever God you pray to can hear your screams…" Narancia growled as he pushed his spinning steel ball forward. "[PINBALL WIZARD]!"
The Orange Steel Ball suddenly blasted away from Narancia in a straight line directly at Oyecomova. The Napoli terrorist ducked out of the way, and the steel ball smashed into a trash can right behind him. He was about to stand back up to comment how the steel ball "missed" until he heard more massive crashing sounds from behind. Turning back, Oyecomova watched as the Steel Ball bounced off the walls like a rubber bouncy ball, without any signs of slowing down.
Soon, Oyecomova found himself dodging the steel ball after it passed his face dangerously close to his face. If that steel ball hits me in any part of my body, it will just be a repeat of what happened at the Steel Ball Run! But this will just tear me apart with 0 remorse.
"GAH!" Oyecomova screamed out as something began tearing at his leg.
Looking back the Napoli Terrorist found a red, mechanical dog with silver and yellow ears, eyes, snout, and legs with an antenna on top of his head biting down furiously on his calf, tearing through flesh and muscle, inches away from taking his whole right gastrocnemius.
"[Snoop Dogg]! Hold him in place until my Steel Ball bounces back takes his goddamn head off." Narancia called out to his stand, who responds by growling in agreement.
Oyecomova watched as the orange steel ball bounced off a lamppost, beginning the bound straight for him.
"SHIT!" Oyecomova decided, losing a piece of his flesh is the better alternative to getting decapitated by the steel ball, so he decided to rip his leg away from the jaws of [Snoop Dogg] and roll out of the way, spilling blood everywhere as he just barely got missed by the steel ball.
"Where are you going? You were talking all that good shit just a moment ago. What, did a kid from Sicilia scare you already? You fucking chicken." Narancia quipped as he stared with glassy eyes and a slight smile at the writhing Oyecomova.
"You… You took a chunk out of my flesh, no?" Oyecomova tried to hide the wavering in his voice due to the pain. "Well, have fun blowing up, heh…"
Narancia tilted his head in confusion until he heard [Snoop Dogg] whimper slightly, turning to look at his automated stand only to find multiple clock pins stuck to its snout. Oh shit! He looked around for something to inert the explosive pins. He caught his steel ball and redirected its bounce to a fire hydrant, which completely obliterated one of the caps, sending water jetting out onto the street. Immediately, [Snoop Dogg] jumped into the jet of water, causing the explosive pins to liquidate and spill on the street below.
Now I just need to back the hell up and-
Sprink-
KABOOM!
Narancia seemed to have severely underestimated the explosive yield, and he felt as the shockwave flattened his lungs, knocking all the air from out of them. He crashed back to earth, dizzy from the concussive force, teaching himself how to breath again as he took experimental breaths to see if any of his ribs were broken, and he sighed in relief when he felt none. As the smoke cleared, his mouth hung wide open in shock to see the damage the explosion left behind by Oyecomova's stand. The road was gone, reduced to nothing but ash. It was now an uprooted, ugly, long crater in the ground with water pipes leaking, and a gas pipe exposed.
It would be bad news for the both of us if my steel ball breaks through that gas pipe… Narancia looked around and found his steel ball still bouncing around like a pin ball. Or it could be exactly the break I need to get out of here. From the other side of the crater, Oyecomova stood, putting his weight all on one leg, staring at Narancia with murderous intent.
"Hey, what in the goddamn hell is going on here? Did a gas pipe blow up or something?" Another man, unknown to both Narancia and Oyecomova spoke, dazed, and confused. To Narancia's horror, it was an officer who doesn't seem to realize the danger he is now it. He looked at the crater and back at Oyecomova, noticing that the Napoli terrorist was bleeding from his leg.
"You're bleeding! You got hurt from the explosion, we need to get you to a doctor-" The cop got a good look at Oyecomova's face, the blank expression with the cold eyes, and the odd make up shook the cop to the very core. "What… the… fu-"
KABOOM!
The officer exploded from his legs, into a chunky mass of burnt flesh. Oyecomova rubbed some loose skin off the tips of his finger and dropped it on the officer's foot. Narancia was at a loss for words for the Napoli Terrorist's complete disregard for human life. "Bastardo…" He found himself saying. "TU SEI UN BASTARDO!"
"You shut your goddamn mouth." BANG! Oyecomova fired the dead officer's gun at Narancia, covering it in many more explosive pins than Oyecomova would usually use, but he is so incensed that he wanted to kill Narancia by any means necessary.
Narancia knew that even if he dodged the bullets that shock force of the explosion will be enough to break every bone in his body, not ideal, so he watched his steel ball bounce off the curb into the air. Reaching out he grabbed the steel ball, spinning around to gain more momentum than it already had, he redirected to the bullet to-
FUCK, IT'S ALREADY TOO CLOSE-
Spink-
KABOOM!
Directly into Narancia's face. Oyecomova watched as the outline of Narancia's body flopped over in the smoke cloud, sighing in relief. Damn, that kid was a pain in the ass to kill, he's just like a cockroach, he just refuses to die. Well, I got him now, and now… I can continue to exert God's Will, unimpeded.
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Wait. The steel ball! As Oyecomova turned around he watched as the steel ball fell from the heavens, back down to earth, into the crater, right on top of the exposed Gas Pipe.
"Oh you got to be FUCK-"
"Oh, c'mon mom. They aren't bad people. They're just a bunch of kids who might have had really crap upbringings and want to see a change in Little Italy like I do." Giorno tried to reason with his mother, H. P. Joestar. "I mean, one of them might be an unrequited asshole, but the others are pretty cool!"
The Pink Haired woman sighed, shaking her head. "I am sorry, Gio-Jo, but I don't see how a bunch of gangsters can earn your trust that fast. You know how much damage was caused the other day with your little spat with another Gangster Stand User? How the hell is the Steel Foundation supposed to explain the sudden appearance of a train cart crashing through the walls of an old shoe factory and into the streets of Chinato- Giorno are you even listening?"
"It's a possibility." Giorno spoke as he is visibly disassociating.
"Damn it, Gio-Jo, you can't keep jumping headlong into trouble of achieve your 'dream,' you have to be smart about it. If you want change, let the Government and Steel Agency take care of it. Eventually, if you keep going down this path, it will bounce back and hurt you in more ways than you can ever-"
KA-BOOF!
A massive explosion and firestorm erupted that was so big that H. P. and Giorno both saw it out the window of Giorno's room. Giorno turned back to face his mother with an unreadable expression.
"I'm going to go investigate." He said quickly turning around to open up his window.
"Don't you dare." H. P. tried to grab his arm but turned into a flacon using [Golden Years].
The bird turned to look at H. P. "I got to get shit done on my own."
Giorno turned around and flapped his wings and flew out of the building, much to his mother's annoyance. She sighed loudly before stomping downstairs and motioning to Lucy, who was sitting in the living room, to follow her.
"What was that sound? Where's Gio-Jo?" Lucy asked panicked.
"An explosion happened just a few streets away, it looked like a gas leak explosion and Giorno flew out of the window to investigate." H. P. huffed as she stormed out of the door with Lucy in tow. "He is so damn stubborn."
"Reminds me of someone…" Lucy whispered to herself but yelped when the much taller woman turned around to scowl at her.
"Who in God's name are you comparing him to, me or his Uncle Johnny?"
"I don't know, who do you want me to compare him to?" Lucy shot back.
H. P. pursed her lips before scoffing.
"Just get in the damn car."
Oyecomova still felt as if he was on fire. Third degree burns covered his back, chest and legs, and every heartbeat was excruciating as blood circulated through his system, and it didn't help that his heart was beating at an alarming pace. His adrenaline wore off and now he was left standing with the devastating, smoldering wounds. It's official. I hate all Spin Users. Always giving me a hard time. It's going to take weeks to heal before I can continue my path of righteousness.
Oyecomova staggered as he looked around the street that he and Narancia squared off in. Fires danced around him growing over 50 feet in height, sucking out all of the oxygen and making it hard for him to breath. The Napoli terrorist thought he had no regard for collateral damage, but this kid was something else, something much more, psychotic. Was it his attitude? Or the Cheshire cat smile that shook him to the core?
Step, step.
Oyecomova snapped his head around at the sound of footsteps. And lo, standing in the hellfire of his own creation stood a man, with ash covered blue jeans, a black sleeveless shirt that was tattered at the edges, and a large, third-degree burn going from the side of his right head all the way down to his neck, purple eyes blazing with a fire that burned brighter than the inferno around him. Dark Determination.
"Hey man… Long time no see…" Narancia rasped out, smiling wickedly.
"Are you…" Oyecomova was at a loss for words. "serious?"
"Oh, I'm serious. I'm real fucking serious now…" He stuck out his arms to show off Oyecomova the fires around him. "If I have to burn down all of New York to kill now, so be it."
This child is pissing me off. Oyecomova bent down and picked up a handful of ashy dirt from off the ground, trying to ignore the pain radiating from his cauterized burns all over his body, his pale white skin now an ugly reddish-black color.
Dirt huh… Seeing how the bomb pins stuck to the water, he's going to stick those bombs on the dirt, rat bastard. I won't let him.
All is quiet.
All is tense.
The only sounds now are the burning of the world around them.
No one but them.
At the end of the day, as long as there are two people left in the world, somebody is going to want somebody dead.
And the time is now.
"RAAAAAAH!" Oyecomova screamed out as he threw the handful of dirt in the air, using his shoebill stand to stick explosive pins into the dirt particles, hundreds, if not thou-
BANG!
A bullet went between Oyecomova's eyes, perfectly severing the brainstem.
"While you were distracted by the fire around you, you didn't notice [Snoop Dogg] getting the gun you tried to shoot me with earlier. You brought this upon yourself, Oyecomova. Tell your God that his will was not enough to make you prosper, and I hope to see you in Hell when I die in a hundred years, so I can kill you over… and over again."
Oyecomova's [Boku no Rhythm wo Kiitekure] Status: Shot in the head by Narancia Ghirga, DECEASED!
Narancia finally let out a strained sigh. Man, it is a good thing I redirect the force of the explosion to launch my steel ball upwards using Spin. Bad news, now half of my face is burnt, and my hand is completely broken. This hurts…
"Oh my God, Narancia?" A familiar voice gasped from overhead.
Narancia looked up in time to see a falcon swoop down and turn into a human, rolling as he hit the ground to break the fall. A boy wearing a blue sailor outfit and pink, flowing hair looked back at Narancia with concern.
"Gior… no?"
"What happened?" Giorno asked as he immediately rushed to the aid of his friend.
"That, damn asino jumped me and tried blowing me up with his stand." Narancia said as he pointed at the corpse across the way.
"Stand… Blow up?" Giorno looked puzzled, turning to find the corpse, his eyes widening in shock. "Holy Jesus is that Oyecomova?"
"Yeah. You know him?"
"Yeah, my Uncle Johnny said his best friend fought him during the Steel Ball Run, he was arrested by American Police and was sentenced to life in prison at the Stone Ocean Super Max Prison. How in the hell did he get out?"
"I don't know, and I don't care. Let's get the hell out of here before cops and firefighters come." As Giorno assisted Narancia to trudge away, before Narancia quickly let go. "Shit, wait, forgot something."
Taking off his partially burnt red bandana he looked around in the crater, using his blood hound stand, [Snoop Dogg] to sniff around for something.
That must be Narancia's stand, no wonder he got upset at me turning into a blood hound. That's basically his ability…
Finally, the hound barked before clawing at something. Dematerializing when Narancia quickly went over to its side and picked something off the ground that was spherical with many grooves, using his bandana as a veil on it, just in case it was burning hot. A steel ball.
Damn it. Narancia's also a Spin User? Shit, if I ask where he learned it from, he's going to react the same way as Mista. Better to stay quiet.
Giorno and Narancia finally got out of the firestorm. Narancia sat on the curve getting his wounds, burns, and broken hand healed by the gentle hands of Giorno and his stand [Golden Years]. Suddenly a motor car pulled over next to the duo, from the passenger seat came an intimidatingly tall woman with a bob cut of pink hair and lean muscle looking down at Giorno.
"Narancia, I'd like to introduce to you to my mom. H. P. Joestar. Mom, this is one of my friends I was talking about. Narancia." Giorno introduced as he stood up.
H. P. seemed to completely ignore Giorno's words and with the most serious expression, stared at Narancia, which unnerved him seeing how tall and buff she is. "I was jumped by a Terrorist that broke out of Stone Ocean, Giorno was telling me about him. His name was Oyecomova."
"Where is he now?" H. P. seemed less serious and looks much more concerned, as a mother would despite Narancia not being her child, crouching down to see him at eye level.
"Dead. I left him in the inferno back there…"
"Hold on- wait. Oyecomova. The Napoli Terrorist?" Another woman's voice called out from inside the car. There sat at the drivers seat a much smaller, blonde haired woman. "The same one who fought Johnny Joestar and Gyro Zeppeli in the Steel Ball Run?"
Wait, Gyro Zeppeli? Narancia did his best to bite back the gasp at the name, but Giorno caught his shocked expression for just a moment, squinting in suspicion.
"Yeah…" Narancia nodded.
"Holy shit!" Giorno and H. P. were surprised Lucy, of all people, cursing that loudly. "I need to call the Agency. Go home, kid. This did not happen. You understand?"
Narancia looked back at Giorno who had a resigned look on his face, turning back to him, Giorno motioned his head. "I guess this is pretty serious now, I guess. Go home, I am sure Bucciarati is starting to get worried."
"Fine…" Narancia said, standing up and casually walking away, deep in thought.
"So…" Patrizia awkwardly said, trying to keep the conversation with Fugo moving. "How'd you meet Narancia?"
"I found him when I was taking out the trash, dumpster diving for food scraps." Fugo explained, nonchalantly.
"Repulsive." Patrizia accidently let slip, angering the boy.
"Hey!" Fugo said sharply pointing a finger at the purple haired heir. "Desperate times called for desperate measures. You would never know that since everything was given to you on a silver platter."
Awkward silence rose between them, because deep down, she knew Fugo is right. She has not experienced the struggles everyone who is accommodating for her went through, so in reality, she has no room to speak here. Thankfully the front door opened, breaking the tense silence.
"Ah, finally, Narancia is back with the food…" As the door opened, Fugo and Patrizia noticed that Narancia was both incredibly dirty, clothes raggedy, and empty handed. "Where's the food, Nara?"
"I got jumped." Narancia said before going upstairs, most likely to shower.
Fugo closed his eyes, trying his best not to scream obscenities at the top of his lungs, which might warrant him another noise complaint.
"So… Uh… How good is the soup?" Patrizia asked.
End of Episode 9.
Stands and Music References seen in this chapter (the following are creations of vanillaprinces):
[Snoop Dogg]: Named after American rapper, songwriter, media personality, actor, and entrepreneur, Snoop Dogg.
(The following are my ideas, and not previously mentioned by vanillaprinces)
[Pinball Wizard]: Named after the 1969 "The Who" song of the same name.