Sex Bomb - Kick His Ass!

"Interesting mark you got there," Vino commented.

Fiamma frowned, pressing a hand firmly over the wound. Vino straightened out his stance resting his knife-free hand under his elbow in a casual manner.

"I myself don't care for tattoos. My body is a temple you see, can't just let anything go on it…." He spoke, languishly twirling around his knife.

Fiamma felt no need to tell him that it wasn't a tattoo, but rather a mark forced upon her by men who shouldn't even be classified as humans.

"...You see my hair." Vino ran his hands through the teal locs. "Silky smooth to the touch with the perfect sheen. My teeth are a perfect polished white…." He smiled flashing his teeth. "Fair skin without a single blemish and never once burned by the sun..."

Vino started to go off on a tangent about personal care and essentially how perfect he was. It was such a peculiar shift in the situation. Fiamma wanted to question why the man was acting so nonchalant now. Just seconds ago he was a twisted ball of anger that seemed to quickly be unraveling, now he had the cool composed manner of someone talking to their friends. Or talking down to them the way he seemed to turn up his nose as he talked about "braying hyenas".

What an odd guy. One emotion to the next, his demeanor shifting from north to south.

Vino's words took another turn going from talking to himself to discussing Fiamma. He jabbed his knife in Fiamma's direction addressing the girl. "You know for a woman you sure don't take that much care of yourself."

Fiamma tilted her head, brows furrowed in question.

"What do you do? The bare minimum? Even that? What kind of moisturizer do you use? When was the last time that you ran a combo through those messy locks? Do you even know what exfoliation is?" The volume of Vino's words increased the more he spoke. He seemed to be extraordinarily passionate about this.

Fiamma had no words. She's had several people (mainly other women) ask her similar questions. Her looks were not that much of a concern to her. Sure she took baths but that was the bare minimum of what was needed. Giorno mainly took care of her. He purchased all her hygiene products from her soap to her toothpaste. Every week he'd force the girl to sit down and he'd comb her hair. He even took her to a salon to get her hair trimmed and nails done.

Really he was preaching to the choir. He'd probably have more progress shouting into an empty void. All the things Vino was ranting about just flew over the girl's head.

"I have to say. You're not like those other wild-crazed beasts." Finally, he seemed to be getting back on topic. "I mean were you raised in a barn or something?" Never mind.

Perhaps being raised in a barn would've been better than the situation she had ended up in as a child.

It took days for Fiamma fever to break. The brand had gotten infected. It wasn't much of a surprise considering the horrid conditions she was in. She'd been left to her own devices, the men of the Warehouse (that's what she had started to come to call this place) saw it as a test to see if she was really strong enough to handle what was to come.

She had no one. Well, that wasn't true, she had Quinto. Every day the young man was by her side. Well as close as he could be with the metal bars separating them. Fiamma spent most of her time sleeping and recovering. Curled up on the dirty floor of her cage. She was in and out, drifting in a haze for several days as her body fought to heal the wound. When she finally came through Quinto was there gazing down at her through the bars of his cage.

He reached through the bars of the cage petting her hair. "I think I've come up with the perfect name. You're very strong-willed, hard to scuff out, like a fire. So I'm going to name you Fiamma. What do you think?"

Fiamma just blinked looking at Quinto.

"Well that's not a no, so I'll take it. From now on your Fiamma."

Fiamma just hummed, not rejecting the name.

"So Fiamma, it looks like you are going to be in the fight division," Quinto said

Fiamma tilted her head.

"If you couldn't tell this is an underground human trafficking ring. People, mainly kids, get stolen and sold here. A lot of bad things happen here. But the biggest thing that goes on around here is an underground fight ring. The strongest kids brought here get branded and then they're pinned against one another in fights," Quinto explained

Fiamma frowned.

"I myself am a part of the health division." Quinto gave a shaky chuckle. "That makes it sound like it's something good. The health division normally doesn't last long, but lucky me they're only taking blood. Who knew being AB- would save my life?"

Fiamma's frown grew deeper.

"You really aren't much of a talker. We're gonna have to change that, you're the first person who I've got to talk to in a while. I really hope you last, Fiamma."

Day in and day out Fiamma fought. She fought to live, she fought to survive. This life was horrible and full of pain but she didn't give up. Things were made easier with Quinto at her side.

Quinto reached around his neck tugging at the knot of the bandana that was tied around his neck. It was possibly the only thing on his body that wasn't dirty. "You need to stay clean." The boy reached through his cage stretching his arm so he could reach Fiamma. The bandana wiped away at the dirt that clung to her cheeks. "If you get sick it's the end."

Quinto essentially took Fiamma under his wing. He taught her how to read and write. Helped to make sure she stayed clean and fed.

"Never waste food Fiamma and leave filth for lowlifes."

That was his constant motto to Fiamma.

This was their life for two years until they escaped.

"Ah." Vino finally stopped his tangent on self-care. From what Fiamma gathered he didn't care so much about beauty but rather about how one took care of themselves. He detested too much makeup, going as far as to bring up the words "clown" and "splatter art" several times.

"Finally. While I do enjoy having such discussions, it's ready."

Ready?

Sex Bomb slid up next to its user, whirring, and clicking. The vents on its body opening. There was a buzz and more pink smoke exploded out of the Stand. This time more concentrated. The moment the smoke came in contact with Fiamma her eyes watered and her sneezing filled the air.

Vino chuckled, the back of his hand covering his mouth as if to hide his mirth. "I had to make a higher dosage. Never had to crank it up so much. But not only was I able to keep you distracted but I was also able to give you some much-needed education on self-care."

He really didn't, it's been out one ear and in the other for Fiamma. Honestly, she was just bored. Why she allowed him to go off on such a rant without giving him a swift kick to the face was a mystery.

Vino's glee was expressed by his shaking shoulders and a flippant flip of his hair. She might've been able to resist his initial blast of pheromones but there was no way she could go against this.

The smirk that played across Vino's face was bright. He cocked a hip twirling a piece of his hair around his finger.

"This is my most powerful set of pheromones yet. So strong and concentrated that I can even affect animals with it. It's my victory for sure."

The shroud of pink smoke concealed Fiamma's form. It lasted for a full minute before it started to dissipate.

"Now let's see…are you ready to play…now? Huh?"

"Wild Thing."

"What in the world?"

A light amber glow peeked out from the haze of the smoke. Vino questioned as an odd shape started to make its way out of the cloud of pink pheromones. Two long appendages with bobbled ends sprung out. A translucent set of wings fluttered shifting the smoke. There was a soft bushy ring of fuzz, fluffed like a lion's mane.

Fiamma stepped further out of the smoke, revealing what she had become.

"A bee!?" Vino shouted.

"The Africanized bee, also known as the Killer Bee! A hybrid of the western honey bee species and various European honey bees. Although no more dangerous than the average honey bee, the Killer Bee is much more aggressive and protective of its colony."

Vino shook fist clenched to his side. "This has never happened before. Every woman has fallen to my feet, did my bidding, and vied for very presence. But this woman….she's not like any of them!"

"Pheromones." Fiamma's voice cut through his mental panic. "You can make them as strong as you like but as the Queen Bee I'm not affected."

"Almost all animals secrete some form of pheromones. Many use it to attract mates, but others use it as a form of communication. It's most commonly used amongst the insect world. Bees, ants, and wasps, all use pheromones. The Queen of the colony releases them in order to give commands. Her pheromones are the strongest, so her pheromones stand above all."

"This can't be happening! This can't be happening!" Vino started to hyperventilate grabbing at his chest.

Fiamma took one step forward and Vino scrambled back. He raised his hand, snapping his fingers. Several of the feral women under the control of Sex Bomb appeared out of nowhere. They stood before Vino like an army, a set of knights ready to defend their king.

"G-Get her!" Vino shouted

"Here."

Quinto looked up from his spot on the ground. Fiamma held out a piece of bread, a section of a baguette she had slipped out of the bag of a man who hadn't been paying attention.

"That's a pretty big piece Fiamma." Quinto chuckled.

The young girl had broken off just a small piece of the bread, giving the much larger chunk to the boy. He needed it. Compared to Fiamma he was far more malnourished. Fiamma, the reigning champ of the fight ring, was served far better food than the others. Anytime she tried to give some of her food to Quinto he'd decline to tell her she needed to save her strength for her fights.

Well, they were no longer there. She no longer needed to fight, at least not in the same regard. Being on the streets was much better than the conditions they had been in. Even if Fiamma was back to digging through the trash, stealing scraps, and sleeping on the ground. It was still much better.

Quinto attempted to turn down the large piece of bread but was forced to eat as Fiamma kept trying to shove the bread in his face. He didn't have the strength to fight her, even if he wasn't so weak at the moment he didn't think he was still able to fight her off.

He saw the girl turn into a bear. A bear! He wasn't going to question the power she had. It was what got them out of there. He'd be forever grateful for Fiamma and her strange powers. Even if he was sitting on the dirty ground of an alleyway he was just happy to be able to sit while spreading out his legs. Who knew having legroom was something he'd miss so much?

Fiamma studied Quinto as he ate his bread. He looked much better than he had a few weeks ago. He'd gain some weight but had a long way to go before he could be considered at a healthy weight. She hadn't realized how pale he'd been in the dim light of the Warehouse but once they stepped into the sun Quinto's pale parlor was exposed. Luckily color had soon started to return to his skin, he no longer looked like a ghost.

"Look Fiamma." Quinto wiped some crumbs off his cheek pulling something out of the worn knapsack he had. "While you were getting some food I found this." He pulled out a book. "Someone threw out a perfectly good book. What do you think?"

Fiamma nodded with food still shoved in her mouth.

Quinto chuckled ruffling the girl's hair. "You're doing all this heavy lifting. I'm not sure I'll ever be able to keep up with you. But while you've got the brawn I've got the brain. We're going to make something out of ourselves, Fiamma. I know it. We won't be on these streets for too long."

Fiamma nodded in understanding. She didn't really mind. But having a bed would be nice.

"Here you Fiamma. One for me and one for you." Quinto smiled as held out some bread to Fiamma.

A year. It'd been a full year since they escaped.

"So the rumors are true."

Fiamma jumped to her feet immediately going into a defense position. Quinto stood as well, placing a hand on the girl's shoulder. A man was standing just at the entrance of their alleyway. He was dressed in an expensive suit.

He stepped closer to the kids and Fiamma growled, baring her fangs. The man reacted with a chuckle hand coming up to rest on his fedora, the shadow from the brim of his hat obscuring his face.

"Are you kids hungry? I'll buy you a real meal."

This was the first time Fiamma faced such savage-looking creatures that were not animals. Several women growled, flashing fangs brandishing sharpened nails. She could easily handle them but they weren't her usual opponents. She'd have to do something different.

"Attack!" Vino shouted.

The feral women pounced. Their target, Fiamma. They were fast but their movements were erratic. Fiamma ducked and dodged, avoiding each strike that came her way. Flinging herself into a backbend she dodged a clawed hand that swiped overhead. Twisting on her left hand she evaded a woman who dove for the young woman. Another woman lunged forward and Fiamma jumped hands pressed on the woman's back using her like a launch pad like a kid playing leapfrog.

When one woman dove for Fiamma's midsection she sidestepped the woman and then swiftly turned grabbing her so her arms were around the woman's waist. She thrust back and the woman gave a garbled snarl, arms swinging as her body was sent up and over. Fiamma performed a perfect German suplex, the woman's head smashing on the ground. She was out cold with one move.

Fiamma let go and backflipped, landing on the shoulders of another woman. She wrapped her arms around the woman's neck. A firm chokehold. The woman waved her arms, not sure what to do. A moment goes by and Fiamma feels the woman go limp. She let go of the woman lowering the unconscious body to the ground.

A right hook went for Fiamma's face and she dropped onto all fours. From her position, she swung her back leg up, heel connecting with the other woman's face. There was a grunt and a bit of blood as the woman's nose broke. She collapsed in a dead heap. Another one down and another followed right after. Fiamma swung out her legs, performing a leg sweep and knocking her attacker to the floor. When the woman was down Fiamma brought down her elbow to the woman's sternum. A powerful blow that knocked her out.

Vino gaped as Fiamma easily took out his beastly zombies one after the other. She wasn't moving like that before. Had she merely been toying with him? Or did she not see him as someone worth her time to use her full power? He was…He was in awe!

"What the-What h**l! She attacks with the strength and ferocity of a wild animal and yet….she moves with such grace!"

Fiamma stretched her arms over her head, her bee wings fluttering at the movement. A clustered pile of unconscious women lay sprawled all around her. It had been easy enough. She took care of all the women without seriously injuring them. A few may need some stitches and they'll surely have a couple of bruises, but no visits to the hospital will be necessary.

Vino's eyes seemed to glaze over as he stared at the sight before him. His jaw was slightly dropped and a hand was pressed to his heart. Even through the fabric of his shirt, he could feel the erratic thump thump as it beat wildly.

Fiamma casually glanced over her shoulder, looking Vino's way. Her bangs shifted and for a brief moment, her eyes were revealed to the world. A soft gasp left Vino's lips and he jolted in his spot. Glistening amber like twin jewels.

Why did he feel like he was on fire? What was this feeling surging through him? This surge of euphoria that he'd never experienced before.

"Now…." Fiamma turned around, her wings beating as her antenna twitched. "Your turn."

She ran, charging forward to the still man. Vino didn't waver from his spot, stuck in some kind of stupor. Fiamma kicked off the ground, her wings flapping, the momentum of her sprinting launching her forward. She twisted her body, thrusting her left leg out. The bottom of her foot smashed right into Vino's chest.

It wasn't just the wind that was knocked out of him. Vino's mouth opened but no noise came out. He was sent several feet into the air, his body arching before tumbling back to the ground. A gasp came from his mouth as his body impacted the ground.

He laid still. Was he too hurt to move? No. There was something else that was keeping him glued to that spot on the ground. He was captured in his own mind, swirling thoughts that swarmed within his head.

"This feeling. So strange. Ahh, I've been sending such stimuli out to others, never once feeling it myself, but now….."

Vino finally attempted to get up but was only met with a swift kick to the chin. The man grunted as his teeth clacked together and he was sent pinwheeling across the road.

"Is this…."

Vino's body shuddered despite Fiamma rushing over and stomping on his chest. With each hit, with each time his mind registered the pain and a warm sensation ran through his body. He rolled across the concrete already covered in bruises and cuts. His face flushed and he grabbed his cheeks.

"What's this overwhelming blissful ecstasy! I've never felt this before. It's incredible!" Vino rolled over so he could look up at Fiamma's figure, the woman stomping her way back over to the fallen man. "Is this….It's this the feeling of pure love!"

Vino slowly stood up on his shaky legs. Fiamma prepared for retaliation but was taken off guard when Vino dropped to his knees. For a moment she thought he was down for the count but his head lifted gaze set on Fiamma.

He had an odd expression on his face. It was the kind of look she'd seen on kids who were offered an extra scoop of ice cream.

"I submit to you. Please take me!" Vino shouted, throwing his arms out towards Fiamma.

". . . . ?"

"You clean up pretty nicely."

Fiamma's fingers kept running across the smooth fabric of her outfit. She'd never had clothes like this before. They were from fitting, almost like a second skin. This would be very easy to move in.

A chuckle from behind the girl brought her attention away from her clothes. The man who had brought her in smiled. She'd been reluctant to trust him but she could defend herself much better now.

He was nice. And there was something about him that just made Fiamma feel…settled. He was different from the other man who had taken her off the streets. He had yet to give her a name. He was rather secretive. Fiamma had dubbed the man simply Sir.

A door to the room opened and a beaming Quinto stepped in. He was dressed in a fine suit, a bit too big on him, but once he gained a bit more weight he'd fill it out perfectly.

"What do you think, Fiamma?" Quinto smiled, doing a little spin to show off his new outfit.

Fiamma nodded and Quinto just chuckled expecting such a response.

"Now I hope you kids know that all this doesn't come free," Sir said.

Fiamma tensed just a bit. Quinto tucked his hands into the pockets of his new pants.

"You kids are gonna work for me."

"Work for you?" Quinto questioned.

Sir nodded, tilting his hat ever so slightly. His face always seemed to be hidden, never fully revealed to anyone.

"I saw something in you two. In her." He pointed at Fiamma.

Quinto scooted in front of Fiama, a protective stance. "What do you mean by that?" He asked.

Sir chuckled, "You're cautious. That's good. Never lose that, you should always watch your back. Let's just say I have an eye for talent. I work for a certain…organization."

"So you want us to join this organization of yours?"

"Nah." Sir shook his head. "I want you to work for me. A few odd jobs here and there and all your wants and needs will be taken care of. I'll make sure you two are given the best of the best. Hey and maybe someday you can actually join the organization or perhaps you'll go on to do even greater things."

"Why…are you doing this?" Fiamma asked.

"Ah, she finally speaks." Sir addressed Fiamma. "Call it an act of goodwill, but then we'd both be lying. Nothing in this world comes for free, but I do believe that everyone has value. And it would be stupid to waste such value. So what do you say? Are we going to put who you are to good use or shall you go back to the streets?"

"I–"

"I'll do it."

"Huh?" Quinto whipped around to look at Fiamma.

"I'll do it," she repeated.

Sir grinned a loose chuckle flowing out. "That's what I like to hear." He made his way over to a small table that had a small package resting on it. "Here." He tossed it to Fiamma. "I want you to deliver this to the address on the package."

Fiamma held up the small brown-wrapped box, holding it close to her nose and giving it a few good whiffs.

It didn't smell bad. From years on the street, Fiamma had come accustomed to the scent that lingered on those who had fallen into the pit of the narcotic world. It lingered in her nose and left a foul taste in her mouth. She'd never be able to forget that smell. Even with the box sealed she'd be able to tell if something unsavory was within it.

"What is it?" Quinto asked.

"Just a payment I owe. I need it delivered discreetly. Can you do it Fiamma?" Sir asked.

Fiamma nodded, tucking the package under her arm. "Of course. No one will see me if I don't want them to."

"Good. Very good. I'm counting on you."

"Wha–?!"

Thud by thud each woman collapsed, dropping to the floor with all their dead weight. One by one they dropped like dominos around the Bucciarati Gang. Narancia yelped as a woman nearly fell on him, hitting the concrete face-first.

As they lay on the ground their monstrous features started to fade, shifting back to their normal appearances. When it was all over the gang was standing in a mass of unconscious women.

"Ahh! Did they die!?" Narancia shouted

Fugo bent down placing two fingers against a woman's neck checking on her pulse. "She's fine. I think they all passed out."

"What made them stop?" Mista questioned

"Fiamma," Giorno stated. "Fiamma beat the Stand user."

"Where is she?"

"I'm here."

The group turned to the voice, easily spotting Fiamma coming down the street, and she was dragging something behind her. Coco Jumbo was tucked under her left arm while she used her right arm to drag a limp Vino. She held him by his ankle allowing the rest of his body to trail across the ground.

What was odd was that he didn't seem all that concerned about being drug across the dirty ground. Even when his head hit the curb, bouncing from the sidewalk and onto the pavement, he was wistfully smiling like he'd won the lottery.

"Fiamma you caught him!" Narancia cheered.

Bucciarati nodded in silent praise. "Good work."

"What should we do with him?" Fugo asked

"Kick his ass!" Narancia shouted, thrusting a fist into the air.

"Hold on." Vino wiggled his way out of Fiamma's grasp. He stood up dusting off his clothes, there was no way that stain was coming out of his white shirt. He held up his hands in a surrender motion although lackluster.

"I'm not going to attack. I have no desire to do so anymore. In fact, I'll be joining you on your little journey for now."

. . . !?

That was a statement that no one was expecting. The reaction was all the same.

"Eh, what'd you say dumbass!" Narancia shouted

"Like we'd let you come with us!" Mista shouted

Vino put a hand on his forehead, slightly shaking it. "You two monkeys can stop yelling, your grating voices are already starting to give me a headache. I said I'm coming with you guys."

Abbacchio clicked his tongue. "Bastard."

"You think we'd allow that? You expect us to trust you? After you tried to kill us?" Bucciarati said

"Like h**l I'd let you watch my back!" Mista shouted pointing a finger at Vino.

"Honestly I actually don't give two shits as to what happens to any of you. All I care about is Mio Amore." Vino stated pointing at Fiamma. "The rest of you can go die in a ditch."

The men of the group blinked confused looking at Fiamma, then back at Vino.

Vino got a delighted smile on his face as it started to flush. "I was consonantly surrounded by nothing but twittering bubble-headed idiots. But then I was met with the face of a conquering wild angel. My heart has been stolen and I never wanna give it back! The stimuli I've always craved, it's so wonderful, just the thought of her makes me shiver!"

The man was now hugging himself giggling with flushed cheeks and...was that drool coming from the side of his mouth? The group cringed watching the flamboyant man's actions.

"Fiamma what did you do to him?" Giorno questioned

Fiamma shrugged her shoulders, not even sure herself.

"You can try and leave me behind but I'll just follow you. As long as my angel is with you I'll follow."

Vino had been following after the group for several blocks now. Nothing they did could shake him. At this point, everyone's patience was wearing thin. Even the calm and reserved Giorno and Bucciarati were at their wit's end. At one point the man had attempted to grab Fiamma's waist, he was successful and ended up being drug another block. Annoyed Fiamma shook him off with a kick to the face. That did not deter him but only seemed to fuel his desire.

"I say we kick his ass and leave him on the street." Mista glared at Vino who was attempting to grab Fiamma again, the young woman slapping his hand each time it came within her bubble.

Vino briefly stopped his attempts at getting at Fiamma to turn his attention to Mista. He gave the man a bland look crossing his arm. "As if I'd let your filthy hands come anywhere near me."

"What did you just say to me?" Mista growled.

"Wow, dumb and hard of hearing. You're just brimming with charm."

"You…" Mista grit his teeth seething.

"If anyone touches me, I'll only allow her to do so." Vino pointed at Fiamma. "Not you. Don't touch me in any way. In fact, don't even breathe in the same direction as me. Of course, my love may do as she pleases. I'll let her stab me if it brings her pleasure," she said

Mista reeled in revulsion. "You're a fucking creep."

"Shut up!" Vino snapped. "You just don't know what true love is like! You virgin!"

"Virgin! I'm not a virgin you bastard!"

"Lair! A man wouldn't be interested in you let a woman! You're about as alluring as an unripe banana!"

The two men yelled back and forth throwing insults until it escalated into throwing fists. The scuffle resulted in the duo ending up on the floor, punching, biting, and there was even the pulling of hair, (which was mainly done by Mista who could easily get a hold of Vino's long blue hair.)

Bucciarati sighed, shaking his head. "Fiamma can you…"

Fiamma nodded and stepped up to the tussle. She raised her right leg and then stomped down on Vino's chest. He let out a loud "oof!" as her foot impacted his chest. He rolled over to his side, choking and grasping at his chest, smiling as he did so. Fiamma knelt to check on Mista.

"You okay?" she asked, helping him to his feet.

"Yeah, I'm good."

"You…" Vino crawled onto his hands and feet, still winded. "How dare you touch Mio Amato? Get your filthy dry hands off of her."

"I should kick him again," Fiamma thought.

"Why are we even entertaining this guy, let's just kick his ass and leave," Abbacchio said

Vino responded with a glare and a one-finger salute. He managed his way back onto his feet still making sure to send a murderous glare Mista's way. "You guys need a computer right?" He suddenly asked.

Bucciarati quirked a brow. "How do you know that?" He asked suspiciously.

Vino waved a hand. "Details, details, but anyway. I so happen to have a computer. I wouldn't give it to you losers normally, but let me tag along with il Mio Amore, I'd have no problem handing it over."

Bucciarati seemed completely conflicted over his options.

"You guys can also restrain me if you want to. I mean come on, it's not like I was actually trying to kill you guys. What's the worst injury most of you have huh? A few nail scratches?" Vino teased. "I didn't even try anything towards Trish. Listen, all you gotta do is let me tag along and I give you the computer. What do you say?"

Bucciarati sighed. Weighing his options. They did need a computer. Vino seemed to be the lesser of two evils in this situation. He didn't trust the man, not even by a hair, but ultimately he gave in.

"If you do anything suspicious at all your life is forfeit."

Vino waved one of his hands in an offhand manner. "Yeah yeah, one wrong move and I die, yadda yadda, I got it." He then turned to Fiamma and ran over to her, body-checking Mista while doing so. He dropped to one knee wrapping his arms around her waist, hugging her.

"Mi Amore! Since we are not parting I can bask in you longer!"

The former enemy let out happy hums snuggling his face into her stomach. Fiamma stared down at the man cocking her head.

"Hey! You let go of her!" Mista shouted.

"Jealous?" Vino teased.

"Fucker!"

Mista was about to pull the two apart but was beaten to it by Fiamma kneeing the man in the chin. Vino reeled back from the hit landing on his back before he started rolling on the ground holding his chin, but he was laughing delightfully shouting about "Love taps."

"Do we really have to take this weirdo?" Mista said

Fiamma fingered at her hair. It was getting long, if Quinto was around he'd probably hunt her down to give her a good trim. She sure missed him. But he did send the best birthday gifts. She really did enjoy the book he sent her on her thirteenth birthday. Her knowledge of animals was quickly increasing with each page she devoured.

The young teen leaned on the ledge of the window that she sat in, staring up at the sky. The sun was starting to set across the sky reaching the oceanic horizon that rested just on the outskirts of the city.

"Ah, Fiamma. There you are."

The girl perked up turning around. There was Sir. After a year he had finally revealed his name to Fiamma, but the girl still preferred to call him Sir. He took a liking to the nickname.

Sir looked quite unkempt right now, rather unusual for his pristine appearance. He was missing his hat and his suit was more than just mussed with tears and stains here and there. Fiamma even noticed a splotch of blood on his suit.

"What…happened to you?" Fiamma asked.

"I was attacked and left incapacitated."

Fiamma nodded in understanding. Twas the life of a gangster. Although it was still a bit surprising. Sir was always so careful, especially when he traveled out of the house alone. Although whatever danger he was in must not have been too bad if he hadn't called for Fiamma. His signature silver whistle could be heard clear across the city.

"How did you get away?"

Sir, chuckled. "It's thanks to a young boy."

"A boy?" Fiamma questioned tilting her head.

"Yes. Fiamma, I want you to get me a little intel on him. His name...is Giorno Giovanna."