Redangel14 - How Fiamma and Giorno met will come up in a soon in a later chapter and how they established their sibling-like relationship will be explained further on.

Dekablue - In regards to pairings and how Fiamma ends up with someone will depend if its the OC or Mista. But with Fiamma's personality, it's more like a passion/loyalty thing rather than a standard romance.

Mista - 24

Oc - 21

Oh, and the Oc is starting to catch up! Keep up your votes you've got plenty of time before the official pairing is made.

Set the Mood for Moody Blues! - Expose the Boat's Mystery!

"Giorno where are you?!" Bucciarati ran to where Giorno was pulled down but a hand on each of his shoulders held him back.

Abbacchio stood to his left while Fiamma stood to his right, both gripping the man's shoulder.

"Don't go down there, Bucciarati. Actually, stay back. It's not that I trust Giorno Giovanna as one of us-"

"Why does he keep using Giorno's full name like that?" Fiamma pondered

"-but Giorno seems to believe that you won't abandon him. He does some pretty crazy shit. Giorno Giovanna….what if that had actually killed you?"

"There he goes again. If I had a dollar every time he used Giorno's full name I'd be rich already." Fiamma thought

"There," Fiamma stated pointing at something.

Bucciarati followed Fiamma's finger. "The fly….Narancia's shoe! Giorno's powers hasn't disappeared yet. Does that mean Giorno's alive?"

"There!" Abbacchio shouted at noting the fly's movement. "Narancia and the enemy are below deck!"

"Sticky Fingers!"

Bucciarati's Stand came forth punching the deck.

"Ah, I just realized I've never seen his Stand. Giorno told me about it but I wasn't really paying that close attention. It makes holes right….?"

Fiamma's curiosity was answered as a long series of zippers appeared on the deck. They unzipped, revealing the empty lower level of the ship.

"Zippers. That's right it makes zippers, not holes. But if a zipper is undone it makes a hole so technically I am correct." Fiamma thought

She crouched peering in the hole. "No ones there."

"Maybe they're right under where the fly is," Abbacchio said

"It's like Giorno said. The enemies not just hiding in some locker or behind something to attack," Bucciarati said

"Hey. The fly's coming around now." Abbacchio said

"That's strange. Where is the enemy going? How and where is the enemy hiding?" Bucciarati pondered aloud

"Regarding this enemy's abilities. I hate to admit it, but it looks like I'll have to accept what Giorno was saying. I'll use my Stand to solve this mystery!" Abbacchio said

"About damn time. But it's coming closer so…."

"You-" Abbacchio whipped around pointing a finger at Fiamma. "-cover your eyes! I don't want you to see my Stand."

Fiamma gave Abbacchio a blank stare, not that he could see her eyes past her bangs.

"What, do you expect me to do fight blind? That's stupid, the words you just said were stupid."

Abbacchio growled clenching his teeth, "You little-"

"Abbacchio!" Bucciarati sternly spoke, "We don't have time for this. If you're going to use your Stand do it now."

Abbacchio clenched his fist looking to Fiamma, the girl returned his stare tilting her head, and for some reason that seemed to push his buttons even further.

Before Abbacchio could decide what to do next, Fiamma grabbed the back of Bucciarati's and Abbacchio's collars before leaping into the zipper hole. As they passed into the lower deck Bucciarati's Stand closed the hole.

Moody Blues

Power - C

Speed - C

Range - A

Durability - A

Precision - C

Potential - C

"What was-!"

"It was getting too close." Fiamma interrupted Abbacchio.

She cocked her hip out putting a hand on it.

"We couldn't stand around waiting for you to use your Stand. I don't see why you won't, you seemed so confident in it before, where is that confidence now?"

Abbacchio glared at the girl, to him it sounded like she was challenging him, questioning his power, a blow was taken to his pride. Fiamma, however, was just being blunt as per usual but her words seemed to be enough to get Abbacchio moving.

"Moody Blues!"

Abbacchio summoned his Stand, as it came forth it made a mechanical noise, the same one you'd hear when a phone line was being connected.

"His Stand is slick, makes me think of a dolphin."

"Does Narancia from five minutes ago work?" Abbacchio asked Bucciarati.

"Yeah. That should be fine."

Moody Blues had a digital timer on its forehead which reset to 00:05:00:00. The Stand drifted out of the cabin to the deck above, the three following it.

"Is the fly all right?" Abbacchio asked

"It's going to the front," Fiamma said

"It's not you who I was asking," Abbacchio said

Fiamma gave a blank yet annoyed look. "You're my least favorite right now."

Abbacchio teeth clenched, brow twitching giving Fiamma a hard glare.

"Not now you two," Bucciarati spoke stopping a brewing argument. "Now our chance let's go."

Abbacchio made sure to cut his eyes at Fiamma before nodding his head to Bucciarati.

The trio walked towards the back of the ship where Moody Blues stood. The Stand's body started to change shape before it took on the form of Narancia, the only difference being the timer clock on the Narancia doubles forehead.

The Stand sat down then the timer started. Faint music started playing as the Narancia double tapped on his knees to the rhythm.

"What's that noise?" Bucciarati questions

"His headphones. Five minutes ago, Narancia was listening to his boombox," Abbacchio said

"He's going to go deaf if he listens to his music that loud," Fiamma said

The music stopped and the Narancia double gasped.

"Huh? What's wrong with this thing? It just stopped working!"

"This isn't it. Narancia was attacked a little after this," Bucciarati said

"I'll try fast-forwarding and searching," Abbacchio said

The timer started to speed up and the Moody Blues Narancia started to move at an intense speed. He got up from his seated position on the ground and walked towards the front of the boat. He took another seat on the upper deck and the conversation Bucciarati had announcing Polpo's treasure could be heard.

"It was right after this conversation that Narancia was attacked! We'd better be able to see just how he was attacked, Abbacchio," Bucciarati said

"My Stand replays everything. We'll be able to see everything, from Narancia's sweat to his pulse. And I'll follow him everywhere," Abbacchio said

"Cool," Fiamma simply said

"It's about time. Let's get behind Narancia. He's about to be attacked!" Bucciarati said

A second passed and a puncture wound appeared on Narancia's shoulder.

"L-Look! It's the same wound Giorno had!" Bucciarati exclaimed

The Narancia clone was then yanked back into the storage space Fiamma had said he disappeared into. His body laid limp in the small space before a hissing noise sounded.

Fiamma tilted her head, "Is he deflating?"

Narancia's body started to get smaller and smaller as if all of his insides were being siphoned out.

"He is deflating! Just like a balloon losing air!" Bucciarati exclaimed

"Air is leaking from his wound, deflating him. Looks like we know what the enemy's abilities are now." Abbacchio said

When Narancia's body was nothing but an empty husk he started to move, his body being pulled into a pipe.

"He's being pulled in! Pause it Abbacchio!" Bucciarati said

A click sound went off and Narancia's body stopped moving, paused in real life.

Bucciarati held up one of Narancia's limp noodle-like arms, "This is the answer to our mystery. His nails, flash, and bones are all rubbery like a condom, even his shoes, and his belt buckle."

"What a gross comparison," Fiamma thought

"He still has a pulse though. Just like Giorno and Fiamma said, he's alive," Bucciarati said

"I tooold you," Fiamma sang out, putting her chin in her hands. "Ahh, if the enemy is hiding so well he's gotta be all floppy like too, right?"

"Yes, he's doing this to his own body. Hiding in pipes or between the planks or walls, and he's dragged in Mista, Fugo, and Giorno, as well. That explains why Giorno's fly can trace the general area, but can't pinpoint exactly where they are."

"Fuuu," Fiamma let out a soft sigh of air, "And I can't pinpoint the enemy because this whole ship smells so weird."

"We figured out the enemies' ability. Now all we have to do is chase the enemy, find out where Narancia and the others are and save them and then beat the shit out the guy," Abbacchio said

"Ah, I like the sound of that." Fiamma pointed at Abbacchio. "You have now moved up my list."

Abbacchio gave the girl a perplexed glare but did not comment on her words.

"I'm resuming Moody Blues's replay."

"Wait a second, Abbacchio! While you're replaying, you can't attack or defend yourself. You're totally defenseless! It's dangerous to go into the pipe." Bucciarati said

Abbacchio chose not to follow Bucciarati's warnings, sending his Stand into the pipe. Fiamma took note of the distressed look present on Bucciarati.

"Ahh, he seems worried. I'll go too."

Fiamma stood up then jumped towards the pipe her body shifted and shrunk incredibly fast. Abbacchio and Bucciarati were stunned as a rat fell into the pipe.

Fiamma's tiny little feet scampered quickly through the pipe doing her best to keep up with Moody Blues.

~Rats are colorblind, and their eyesight is generally poor, but they can perceive their surroundings in other ways! Using its whiskers rats can feel their surroundings and a rat's hearing is so well that they can detect noises that reach the pitch of ultrasound!~

Fiamma couldn't see Moody Blues, but she could hear it. She chased after the Stand ready to provide any back up if she needed to. The further she went into the pipe the more sounds she started to pick up along with an interesting smell.

"Ah, I can smell the others, along with a fifth new smell. Is that the enemy? Then why couldn't I smell him before?"

Up on deck Abbacchio and Bucciarati were thrown into even further confusion. Abbacchio pointed out where the enemy was and using Sticky Fingers's Bucciarati unzipped the deck and the pipe below, but they discovered nothing there.

"Th-They're not there! Where's the enemy, Abbacchio? Where's your Moody Blues? Where are they?" Bucciarati questioned

"Right there." Abbacchio pointed to the open pipe. "It's my Stand. I know where it is. It's Right around there."

"Right around where?"

"I'm telling you, right where you opened up!"

Bucciarati took a closer look in the pipe. "Fiamma was following Moody Blues. She's not here either! She should have come by."

Sticky Fingers came out and started to attack all across the deck, unzipping several openings on the ship, and yet still the enemy found nothing.

"Where are they! This isn't good. Undo the replay and call your Stand back!" Bucciarati said

"I already did."

"It's coming."

Fiamma and Moody Blues had come to a dead-end. The pipe had suddenly ended and the two had been cornered, the enemy coming right for them.

"There's one more mystery shrouding the enemy!"

"Ah, I can hear Abbacchio through his Stand."

Moody Blues got into a fighting stance. "I'll solve this and kill that bastard!"

A rapier appeared out of the empty darkness of the pipe, shooting towards Abbacchio and Fiamma. Fiamma let out a high-pitched hiss pulling back but Moody Blues charged forward attacking unleashing a flourish of punches. The enemy was faster and struck Moody Blues stabbing the Stand.

"That's not good."

Moody Blues was gone as Abbacchio's body was pulled into the pipe, leaving just Fiamma against the enemy.

"I can't do much damage as a rat. I could bite but the enemy is all rubbery he probably won't feel it."

Fiamma was literally a rat trapped in a corner. The enemy attacked, jabbing its weapon at Fiamma. Due to the small space, Fiamma had only one move to avoid the attack. Running full speed she scampered up the side walling of the pipe, briefly running on a 45-degree angle, dodging the weapon. When she cleared the attack Fiamma fled running back the way she came, the enemy right on her tail.

Fiamma got closer and closer to the pipe opening but before she could escape she felt a stab in her rear end.

"Shit, that's not good."

Fiamma felt her body deflating as she lost control of her movement. Something wrapped around her small form, and she was pulled away, disappearing into the blackness of the pipe.

Bucciarati had lost Abbacchio to the enemy, when Fiamma didn't resurface, he knew he had lost her as well. That meant the leader was now all alone on the deck.

"You bastard….Where did you take Abbacchio! You took Fiamma too didn't you!?"

Sticky Fingers came forth and unzipped the deck in several more spots.

"Not in the cabin or the drainage pipe. Where are you hiding Abbacchio and the others?!"

Bucciarati was momentarily distracted by the cawing of seagulls from above.

"The fact that there are seagulls flying around must mean we're getting close to the shore. Looks like you're finally all alone, Bucciarati."

The voice of the enemy filled the air. The fly was now hovering before Bucciarati, it gave off a menacing aura, as if it was the enemy itself.

"You bas-"

"Hang on a sec. I'm the one who's gonna do the talking here. Shut your trap until I tell you to answer my questions, damn it!"

Bucciarati, with a steeled expression, backed off.

"Very good. I can finish you off at any time, and your crew is still alive but in suspended animation. You should be grateful. I could have killed them and thrown them into the sea, all chopped up nicely so the fishies could eat them easier. Depending on your actions, I may even consider turning your crew back to normal. All you have to do is tell me where Polpo's secret fortune is!"

"Are you from Passione?" Bucciarati questioned

"You really…..don't get it at all. I'll murder you, you little shit! Listen up! All you're allowed to say is where the money is! Just try and utter any other word from that asshole of a mouth! For every word you say, I'll kill one of your friends! Say, 'What?' and I'll kill them! Stay silent and I'll kill them! If I find out you're lying later, I'll kill them again! Got it? Speak cautiously and very carefully. Now then let me ask you where the money is hidden?"

Bucciarati briefly stayed silent as he watched the fly hover a few inches above the deck.

"Black-tailed gulls." He finally said

"Sorry, where?"

Bucciarati gestured to the birds flying close to the boat.

"Those aren't seagulls. They're black-tailed gulls. How do you tell them apart? The ones that sound like they're meowing are black-tailed gulls. You call them seagulls, but you were wrong. They're black-tailed gulls."

Silence permeated the air and despite the fact the enemy couldn't be seen his confusion and anger could easily be felt.

"I'm gonna kill one now!"

"Just try it! Better hope you don't get dragged down!" Bucciarati shouted

At Bucciarati's words water spewed out of one of the zipper opening in the middle of the deck. The ship started to rock back and forth as it quickly took in water.

"Wh-What the hell are you doing?!

Water breached the edge, flooding the deck. Within seconds the ship started to sink the stern of the ship already submerged.

Bucciarati quickly pulled himself on the upper deck towards the bow holding on the railing.

"I didn't punch the deck earlier to find where Abbacchio was. It was to put a hole in the bottom of the boat," Bucciarati said

"A h-hole?!"

"Abbacchio figured out where you were, and he was kind enough to show me where you are and how to know for sure. It was Abbacchio's blood. Abbacchio intentionally hurt his hand and showed me the blood trail. The blood trail did not go down below the deck! It was cut off right on the deck! So what does that mean and where was he dragged to?" Bucciarati said

The boat continued to sink and was already at a high altitude position, continuing to go deep into the water.

"I rented the yacht that was on the left. Abbacchio realized that when he looked up at the sky. I know where you are, so if you don't wanna drown, you'd best come out," Bucciarati said

Slowly the mast of the ship started to peel away following the rest of the boat, similar to a snake shedding its skin, and a second boat started to come forth.

"There were two boats!" Bucciarati exclaimed

When the second boat was fully formed Bucciarati jumped from the sinking one landing on the second boat's deck.

"You bastard…."

A wet hand appeared from below deck and someone pulled themselves up. Zucchero, who was huffing for air, after nearly drowning.

"You were hiding by thinly covering this yacht with another one. That's why Fiamma kept saying the boat smelled odd. You were traveling through the thin gap between them and attacking us from there. No wonder we couldn't figure it out. You get points for that." Bucciarati said

"Stay back, Bucciarati! I'll kill your friends!" Zucchero held Abbacchio's deflated form while his Stand, Soft Machine, held its sword at Abbacchio's neck.

"You should know better than anyone that you couldn't survive in a gang if a measly little threat like that scares you. Give up, and I'll forgive you. But the moment you stab Abbacchio…..I will end your life."

Zucchero stared at Bucciarati, the two men locked in a staredown.

He took no heed of Bucciarati's warning and let out a cackle like laugh going to stab Abbacchio.

"HA!"

Sticky Fingers unzipped its arm throwing a fist at Zucchero. With the added length the punch struck Zucchero right in the face.

"It's just as Giorno said. The fact that you had to hide to attack is your weakness. Your way too slow."

A zipper appeared around Zucchero's neck and his head popped right off.

One by one everyone was turned back to normal, glad to no longer be airless human balloons.

Fiamma was the last to change back, when she was reinflated she was still a rat, as she couldn't change back beforehand.

Giorno held Fiamma as she moved her body trying to regain her mobility.

"Giorno, why are you holding a rat?" Mista questioned. "Does this ship have rats on it?!"

The rat hopped off Giorno's hands and before it reached the deck Fiamma appeared in a crouched position.

"Ah, the rat was the woman!" Narancia exclaimed

"That sucked." Fiamma stood up fully cracking her neck. "Ah, the boat smells normal now."

"The enemy used his Stand to create a second boat and hide it over the original," Bucciarati said

"Ah…"

Fiamma looked to where Zucchero's body laid and, just his body, as his head was a few feet away. She walked over to the lone head making sure to step on Zucchero's body on her way.

She grabbed Zucchero by his hair holding his head up so that he was at eye level with her.

Although her expression was calm and rather placid, a wave of fear went over Zucchero. The poor man couldn't even cry out as Sticky Fingers zipped his mouth shut.

A/N: Thanks to those who have been checking in. Just to let the readers know I'm fine, just busy catching up on other things and trying to find inspiration. I hope all of you are safe and stay healthy.