DCDGojra - Yes, that is right.

Current Pairing Results

Mista - 26

OC - 22

The Six Bullets of Sex Pistols - The Call is Coming From Inside the Boathouse!

"O-Ow! Hey, right there." Narancia winced holding his head. "Hey, Fugo, could you take a look right here?" He gestured to the back of his head.

"Oh, dear." Fugo examined Narancia's head. "You've definitely got one. It's pretty big."

"Ow! That hurts! Quit it! Don't touch it!" Narancia shouted

Narancia's pain quickly turned to anger, and he growled.

"God damn it, you bastard!" He shouted, kicking Zucchero's body. "You're gonna pay for that, you piece of shit! I've got a bump on my head because of you!" Reeling his leg back, Narancia kicked Zucchero over and over again. "I hope you're prepared! Take this! And this!"

Fugo joined in delivering his own swift-footed kicks "Seriously! Who do you think you are?!"

"You bastard!"

Zucchero's body was sent flying into the air courtesy of a powerful kick from Abbacchio. When Zucchero's body hit the deck the trio showed no mercy attacking the body with a flurry of kicks.

"Ah...so entertaining. They've all moved up the list." Fiamma said

The young woman was lying down at the very edge of the ship, her arm was over the side of the boat halfway in the water. Bubbles were forming from where her hand was in the water and as they slowly started to die down Fiamma pulled her arm back up revealing Zucchero's head. Fiamma was holding the man's head by grasping a large chunk of the gangster's hair.

"You lasted longer this time. Good job. Let's do it again."

Zucchero let out a muffled scream before his head was dunked back under the water. With his head submerged Zucchero was unable to see the pain being inflicted upon his body, but he could still feel it. As his immobile body was subjected to more abuse a harsh jolt from a kick caused something to fall from his pants pocket.

"Hey, something fell off him," Giorno pointed out

He picked the item up, revealing it to be Zucchero's wallet.

Giorno opened the wallet pulling out an ID. "Let's see. Mario Zucchero. His home address is in Rome. So he's a gangster from Rome."

Fiamma had just dunked Zucchero's head for another round of their "game" when someone stepped up behind her, casting a shadow over her. She looked over her shoulder to see Mista, the helmet-wearing gangster holding a pair of glasses and some fishing line.

"Let me see him," Mista gestured to Zucchero's head.

Fiamma, interested as to what Mista was going to do, pulled Zucchero out of the water tossing his head on deck. Mista walked over to the dismembered head crouching down next to him. Fiamma stepped back crossing her arms as she leaned against the ship's railing.

Mista pointed to something stuck on Zucchero's cheek.

"So is that thing on your face garbage or is it a piece of seaweed? It looks like it would be seaweed, but it also looks like it could be a piece of plastic. It would break my heart if it's actually garbage because it'd mean that his beautiful ocean is polluted. Mind if I take a closer look at it."

Zucchero panicked further as Mista leaned in closer, the man's terrified screams muffled by the zipper over his lips.

"Hey. I asked you if you'd mind if I took a closer look at that. Answer me when I ask you a question, would you?"

Fiamma watched with curiosity, anticipating what Mista was going to do next.

"You seem very interested in these, but they're not mine," Mista spoke holding up the glasses and fishing line. "They were inside the boat. Which would you prefer me to use? The glasses or the fishing line? We need some answers from you. If we don't get some, well be in danger. You have a partner don't you, Mr. Zucchero. And they're also a Stand user, aren't they? That's why I need to use these. You don't even want to bother telling me which one you'd like me to use?

"Looks like he won't talk you better use both," Fiamma suggested

"Alright, I'll use both!"

Mista unraveled some of the fishing line and put the hook through Zucchero's eyelid. He swung then Zucchero's head wrapping the fishing line around a rail so Zucchero hung midair. The man's eyelid forced to remain open due to it being pierced by the fishing hook.

"Well do you feel like talking now?" Mista said

He took the glasses placing them on Zucchero.

"Creative."

Fiamma walked up behind Mista putting a hand on his shoulder.

"You are now at the top of the list." She stated

Mista gave the woman a confused look but then quickly noted their close proximity. His gaze lingered downward and he flushed. Fiamma's outfit surely outlined her figure well.

Fiamma caught his wandering eyes, so she placed the palm of her hand on his forehead and with a firm but not too rough way pushed his head back, so he was staring up at the sky.

Suddenly music started to play, Fiamma turned to see Narancia had turned the boombox on.

Vocal percussion on a whole nother level

Coming from my mind

Vocal percussion on a whole nother level

Coming from my mind

The young woman watched as Narancia danced to the beat in front of Zucchero. The beheaded man's open eyes teared up then started to burn as the rays of the sun beat down on his eye, which was only intensified by the magnifying properties of the glasses on his face.

Haaaaaa...

We're Golden Wind...

Kono me amareri maroreri merare maro

Haaaaaa haaa-ah...

We're Golden Wind...

Kono me amareri maroreri merare maro

Fiamma sat next to Zucchero's head, her legs in a criss-cross position, watching fascinated by the sight as Mista and Fugo joined in on the dancing, the trio performing a choreographed dance mocking Zucchero as he suffered.

It's like a burning sunrise

Ahi makareru makare pun pun kete

It's like a burning sunset

Ahi makareru makare pun pun kete

It's like a burning sunrise

Ahi makareru makare pun pun kete

It's like a burning sunset

Ahi makareru makare pun pun kete

"What do you think of them?" Fiamma aksed, glancing over to Zucchero.

The head responded by letting out a muffled whimper.

Fiamma nodded her head, "Yeah, I think they're good dancers too."

"If you're not going to tell us the name of your partner who's coming after us and their Stand ability you should probably start worrying about your other eye, Mr. Zucchero!" Mista said

Zucchero's eye was burning to the point smoke was coming off of it.

"Quit playing around, you dumbasses."

Abbacchio's voice cut through and the music ended.

"Damn it, come here and look at this."

Soft Machine

Power - A

Speed - C

Range - E

Durability - A

Precision - D

Potential - E

Everyone gathered around Abbacchio looking into the main cabin. Moody Blues was out and had taken the form of Zucchero.

"He was using the radio on the boat," Abbacchio said

"Let's see," Bucciarati said

"This whole boat was flat, but we'll be able to see him in 3-D now that it's back to normal," Abbacchio said

A groan of pain sounded and Abbacchio whipped around smashing his fist into Zucchero's floating head. The blow was hard enough to snap the fishing line so Zucchero's head flew away bouncing several times on the deck. He was no longer forced to stare at the sun, with his eye being burned out, too bad the hook was still in his eyelid.

"Giorno!" Abbacchio turned and pointed at the blonde. "I have no intention of showing you my Stand! Turn around! I'll do you a favor and let you hear its voice, at least."

Giorno made no arguments whatsoever and silently turned around.

Abbacchio then pointed his finger at Fiamma. "You turn around too!"

"I've already seen your Stand," Fiamma said

"Turn!"

Fiamma crossed her arms. "Your now back at the bottom of the list." She stated before turning around.

When the two new members were looking away Moody Blues started its replay.

"I've already made four of them my hostages. All that's left is Bucciarati and two others. I'll have this taken care of in no time. They were heading….to Capri!"

"He told them where we were heading!" Mista exclaimed

"After I get rid of his six friends, I'm gonna make Bucciarati cough it up. Over."

The radio light went green signaling an incoming transmission.

"Was that yacht named Lagoon? What's your current location?"

"We're about two hours out from Capri. Bucciarati is wary of anyone following him, so he's taking a very roundabout route."

"Got it. I'll take a high-speed boat and wait for you at Capri. Dock at Maticna Grande. Over and out."

The transmission ended and Moody Blues took on its normal form.

"That's the end of the conversation. The radio cut off," Abbacchio said

Looks of worry filtered through the group. The only people who didn't seem troubled by the fact that their location had been outed was Fiamma and Giorno. Giorno was a pro at keeping a cool head and calm expression. Fiamma wasn't worried simply because she had stopped paying attention. The young woman had ventured to the bow of the ship perched on the railing watching the water.

"I wonder what kind of fish I could catch in this water?"

"This ain't good. With a high-speed vessel, they can get from Naples to Capri in thirty minutes!" Fugo said

"That means they're definitely already on the island!" Mista said

"Who is it? Who the hell was on the radio?" Narancia said

Mista ran over to Zucchero's head. "I'm going to make this guy tell us who it is, no matter what!"

"No, he's a hardcore gangster. It'll probably take some time to get anything out of him. He probably won't say anything today. Besides, he might not know what his partners Stand looks like. It's possible his partners kept it secret even from him," Bucciarati explained

"Then what are we supposed to do? What if we just come ashore like this? If they find out we're the ones in this boat instead of Zucchero…."

"Also, if this boat doesn't arrive at Maticna Grande in about an hour, the guy on the radio is sure to know something happened to Zucchero. If that happens, who knows if we'll be able to get the money? In fact, I have my doubts we make it back to Naples in one piece!" Fugo said

"What are we going to do, Bucciarati?" Abbacchio asked

The group waited for Bucciarati to give orders, to come up with some idea.

"Before this boat docks, all we need is someone to head to the island first and get rid of the guy."

A plan was thrown out but Bucciarati wasn't the one who threw it but rather Giorno, was the one who spoke.

Everyone minus Fiamma stared at the blonde teen various expressions crossing their face.

"What hell are you talking about? Are you sure your not stupid? Get to the island before this boat? What are we supposed to do? Swim there?" Narancia said

"Yes," Giorno stated simply.

"Huh?!" Narancia said

Giorno held up his thumb and pointer finger and Bucciarati's eyes widened a fraction remembering him doing so a previous time.

Giorno gave a sharp whistle confusing everyone but Bucciarati. Upfront Fiamma's ears twitched picking up the whistle, and she sat up straighter, her pupils contracting into cat-like slits.

"Fiamma, I need a lift to the island," Giorno said

To say the group was confused was an understatement, this confusion only increased when Fiamma ran by, she didn't stop moving hopping on the railing of the boat. Before anyone could question what was happening, Fiamma's body started to glow as she activated her Stand.

Her skin began to turn blue, scales started littering her skin, gills appeared on her neck as a large fin formed on her back.

Fiamma kicked off the railing doing a flip, heading for the water. As she tumbled in the air her transformation continued. Her legs vanished, replaced with a large tail, and the fin on her back unfurled showing its large size, while two more fins sprouted from her forearms.

Fiamma landed in the water with a large splash, the water settled for a brief moment before Fiamma popped her head back out as everyone stared at her.

"A beautiful mermaid!"

"I've taken on the features of a sailfish. It's the fastest animal in the sea. This way I'll be able to pull while swimming." Fiamma stated

"I'll be going with Fiamma, with her pulling me, we'll reach the island much quicker than this boat." Giorno looked to the sky, the sun perfectly hitting his face to illuminate him. "I, Giorno Giovanna, have a dream. I want that ten billion lire. We have to use that money to make Bucciarati a capo and move our way up the ranks."

"Giorno…"

Fiamma gave a small set of golf like claps from her place in the water. "Giorno always knows what to say."

Abbacchio chuckled looking at Giorno. "You're going to go? All right, fine. You got some good ideas, boy. But sadly, you don't know this guy's name or what he looks like. Capri is filled with tourists. How the hell are you going to find him?"

"I agree with Giorno's plan," Mista announced. "Even if we don't know who this guy is, if he's waiting for Zucchero to arrive in this boat, I think there's a high possibility that we can attack first-" Mista reached into his boot pulling out a pistol, "-rather than wait for him to attack. So how many people can you pull mermaid lady?"

"I'm not a mermaid. I can pull you both although it'll decrease my speed a bit." Fiamma stated

Giorno kicked up a buoy, "I can change this boy into a fish. If both it and Fiamma pull we can still get there quickly."

"My Stand Sex Pistols is made for killing. It's perfect for situations like this. I'll be going too."

Even with Fiamma and the fish pulling it still took the trio some time to get to the island. Fiamma was starting to get tired, the constant use of her Stand like this was wearing on her.

"I need to eat." Fiamma thought as she turned back into her normal form.

She looked at the water seeing some fish swim by. With a spark of an idea Fiamma lifted her hand and it turned into a bear paw.

"We have 20 minutes before the time Zucchero was supposed to meet up with the man on Capri. That's about all the time we have left," Giorno said

"Giorno, how does the marina look?" Mista asked

Giorno pulled out a pair of binoculars scoping out the marina. "Not good. Just as Abbacchio said, there are a lot of tourists. And they all look like they're waiting for someone. They're probably just waiting for sightseeing vessels, but….Mista, you have a plan to find the guy among the crowd of tourists in the next 20 minutes, right?"

Giorno turns around to see not only Mista gone but Fiamma too. Perplexed, he looked around only to find Mista a few feet away sitting on a rock, using a second rock like a table. Mista had spread a small table cloth on the rock setting up lunch, utensils and wine included.

"What...are you doing?" Giorno said

"It's way past lunchtime. I'd prefer to go to that restaurant over there, but it's probably a bad idea to have lunch at a restaurant right in front of the marina. I don't know what this guy looks like, but he probably knows what I look like since I'm on Bucciarati's team. That goes for you, too," Mista said

Giorno sighed, "I have no idea what you're talking about, but listen, Mista. I know we said about 20 minutes, but if he's the picky type, we might only have about ten. Maybe even five. He may get suspicious when the Lagoon doesn't come into port and figure out that something happened to Zucchero. If that happens, we won't have a chance to find him. We have to make our move imme-"

"And I told you, this is my lunchtime! Lunchtime is for lunch! Even grocery and bookstores in this country honor lunchtime. No one works if they don't have their lunch. I'm not saying I'm like that but," Mista reached for his pistol flicking open the barrel, "these little guys pretty much expect it."

"YEEAAAH!"

"Lunchtime!"

"Give us food!"

Six small yellow creatures crawled out of the barrel of Mista's gun. They had teardrop-shaped heads with a number on each forehead going from 1 to 7, with the number 4 being skipped. Their eyes were large and white with black outlines.

Mista held up a few slices of meat. "Here you go, guys. Lunch is served. Tuscan salami is delicious!"

The little Stand's immediately dove in devouring the slices.

"Ah, they're cute," Fiamma spoke from behind Mista.

"You think so?" Mista questioned with a small smirk.

He turned around and was taken aback to see Fiamma was also eating, half of a fish in her mouth.

"Where did you get that?" Giorno asked

Fiamma pointed a thumb over her shoulder.

If Giorno was being completely honest he would say he wasn't surprised to find what Fiamma had done. The woman had somehow set up a small fire pit in the sand and had some fish skewered on sticks over it. The fish were basically resting on the fire to cook faster.

Mista's Stand, specifically Number 3 started causing trouble as it bullied Number 5.

"Come one Number 3. Stop making Number 5 cry! Stop fighting. There's enough for all of you. They all believe that they do the most work, so they have the right to eat more than the others. I work so hard not to play favorites." Mista said

Fiamma and Giorno watched as Number 3, for what seemed to be no reason at all, sucker-punched Number 5 right in the face. Number 5 responded by crying rather loudly.

"Number 5! Quit crying already!" Mista said

"It's like he's a Dad with a gaggle of kids," Fiamma thought

"What are they? How many of those things do you have?" Giorno questions

"Hey, don't call them 'things'. They get pissed off when they are treated like pets. There are six of them, and there isn't a Number 4 because four is bad luck. There's one for each bullet," Mista explained

"Each bullet?"

"This guy here keeps rushing us. Could you guys take a nap after work is done?" Mista asked

"Hell no!"

"Hey, Number 3! I keep telling you not to hit the others!" Mista scolded

"Differently a Dad with a group of rambunctious children." Fiamma thought

"Mista!" Giorno said

"I'll convince these guys to work. So, Giorno, you get the radio out of that plastic bag." Mista said

Giorno got the radio setting it up. When he was good to go he nodded to Mista and the marksmen nodded back before taking off.

"Fiamma," Giorno said

"Right."

Fiamma gave a nod to Giorno, and then she was gone with only a few feathers left in her wake.

While Mista handled things on the ground Fiamma kept watch from above. The plan was set in motion as a man walked out of the boathouse. He cupped his hands around his mouth and started shouting. He announced there was a call from Zucchero coming through to the boathouse and for the intended recipient to come. The plan was to lure out the enemy with the false declaration. But as the boathouse worker continued to shout no one answered, coming to the call.

Mista looked to Giorno looking for a signal to give him an answer if the enemy was taking the bait. Giorno quickly looked at Fiamma with his binoculars.

Fiamma had taken the form of an owl, to be more specific, a great horned owl.

"Owls have large forward-facing eyes, their eyes are so big that they can make up from 1% - 5% of the owl's body weight. While humans only have a 70-degree range of vision owls have a 110-degree range! Owls can not roll or move their eyes and can only look forward but they make up for that by being able to move their heads up 270 degrees. With such a wide range of vision, it's hard for any prey to escape this predator!"

Fiamma lifted her right wing, a signal for Giorno, meaning she hadn't seen anyone.

Giorno looked back to Mista shaking his head no. He was growing worried as the enemy should have been on the island.

Fiamma continued to scan the area turning her head left and right the finally, something caught her eye. Fiamma let out a screech lifting both her wings flapping them. Giorno hearing the screech looked up to Fiamma as she gave the signal she spotted something. Fiamma left her perch flying off and Giorno was about to follow her movements with the binoculars but a voice coming over his radio stopped him.

"Did something happen, Zucchero? Why did you request an announcement? Is there a problem? Over."

"What's going on?" Giorno questions

Fiamma swooped down dropping next to Giorno morphing back into a human.

"He's in the boathouse."

"What?!" Giorno looked through his binoculars focusing on the small building. He gasped spotting a figure in the window. "How?! This is not good. Does that boathouse have a back entrance?"

"There has to be a back entrance, I would've seen him enter from anywhere but the back," Fiamma stated

"We have to warn Mista!" Giorno said

Giorno started waving his arms but from the distance he was at Mista couldn't figure out what Giorno was trying to relay to him. Mista stepped out from his hiding spot walking in front of the window.

"Fiamma!"

"Right."

Fiamma shapeshifted while running to Mista's aid while Giorno continued to shout trying to warn him. But even on four legs, Fiamma wasn't going to reach Mista in time so that left Giorno with only one other choice.

He grabbed the radio yelling into it.

"He's already there! Mista! He's already on the radio!"

Without an ounce of hesitation, Mista turned around pointing his gun at the window. The man inside quickly lowered the window blinds blocking Mista's view of the inside, but that was no hindrance to him. Mista pulled the trigger of his gun firing off two shots into the window.

"Go, Sex Pistols!"

Number 1 and Number 2 ricochet a bullet maneuvering its trajectory and it landed on its target, hitting the mystery enemy right in his leg.

The commotion Mista caused caught the attention of the many patrons in the area. The boathouse worker shouted pointing at Mista.

"Wh-Who the hell are you?! What was that noise?"

"Gunshots. Did it bother you? It probably isn't as loud as in the movies. But if it did bother you...I'm sorta busy right now, so I'll listen to your complaints later," Mista said

He walked into the boathouse not noticing a cat trail in behind him. Fiamma watched silently as Mista evaluated the situation, there had been a back entrance which the enemy escaped through. The gunshot wound Mista had given him was bleeding pretty heavy, leaving behind a nice pool of blood along with a small trail for Mista to follow. When he walked out the back entrance Fiamma changed back into a human, crouching down examining the blood.

When she was done she stood up stepping out the backdoor. The moment she was outside Fiamma spotted Mista running and hopping onto the side of a large truck hanging on the passenger side door. The truck sped up heading up a windy road towards the mountains.

Fiamma sighed crossing her arms.

"I better go."