Guest - Yes, I was going to give Jouji his own story arc before we get to part 6. It's not gonna be long but mainly there to establish Jouji as his own person.
Guest - I think the voice actor of Ezra would be a good choice for Fiamma. I think her mature voice would fit well with her personality.
Guest - Fiamma is 19. It's in chapter 4 when she's officially introduced to the rest of the gang.
mtnetwarrior - Yeah, I really don't want them to split so I am really trying to think of an alternate.
La Squadra Esecuzioni - How Fiamma Met Gio
Giorno had heard the rumors spreading amongst the city of a strange creature that dwelled within the city. It moved silently within the night hunting for unsuspecting victims striking them down. Many of the locals blamed various things on the mysterious creature that stalked the streets. Robberies, burglaries, vandalism, murder, and many other crimes were pinned on the mysterious creature.
Giorno himself did not take the rumors seriously, that is until one night.
As a young boy getting to sleep was a difficult task for Giorno. Even in his new home in Italy the dark still terrified him. Luckily the window within his new room allowed the moonlight to seep in, basking the room with its silent glow. Giorno had been staring out the window for what seemed like hours, very little happening within the streets below. That's when he spotted it.
It was quick but he saw it, a figure darted across the roof of the house next to his. It left just as quickly as it came. But Giorno caught a glimpse of its eyes, a pure golden color.
For days Giorno thought about the mysterious figure and its unearthly gaze. He wondered if he had spotted the mysterious creature that lurked the night.
Giorno had been walking home, taking a shortcut down an alleyway, but the normal empty hidden path was currently being occupied.
Three men were huddled in the alleyway talking amongst themselves, Giorno trying to avoid unnecessary conflict turned to leave, but the back of his bag was grabbed and he was pulled in.
A man bore a wide unsettling smile staring down at Giorno. "Hey, kid what's up?"
Giorno winced as the man spoke, his breath was warm and smelled heavily of alcohol. Giorno didn't speak, thinking it best to keep his mouth shut.
"I said what's up?"
Giorno held back a grunt as he was pushed, stumbling into the wall.
"Hey, now he's just some snot-nosed brat, whatcha doing?"
"It's his fault for sticking his nose in other people's businesses. Ya know kid this is our turf now. And to walk on our turf you need to pay a fee."
Giorno wanted to roll his eyes. Some low life thugs trying to hustle money out of an elementary kid, how pathetic. But he kept his head down.
"Let's see what you've got here!"
Giorno's school bag was grabbed but Giorno held on as he was pulled along with the bag.
"Hey now, kid give us the bag."
The man struggled with Giorno while the two other men laughed watching.
"Hey."
The men paused as a soft yet high pitched voice called out. With all the men in the way, Giorno couldn't see who had spoken out. When the men moved to turn towards the voice he was finally able to spot who had joined the four of them in the alleyway.
"Geeze another brat."
Standing just a few feet away was another kid older than Giorno and they were also quite female. She was a few inches taller than Giorno himself, with messy wild unkempt hair that went a bit past her shoulders, her bangs so long that they brushed the top of her nose. Her clothes were simple consisting of a white tank top and very short brown shorts. Shoes were absent from her feet.
Despite her somewhat untamed appearance, the girl was surprisingly clean not a single speck of dirt on her skin or clothing.
The girl was carrying a plastic bag from a local convenience store.
"Trash is supposed to be one the side of the alleyway not blocking the pathway." The girl simply stated
"Did she just insult us!?" The shortest guy questioned
One of the men, who had a gold tooth, chuckled stepping up to the girl. "Cheeky thing aren't you?"
The girl didn't speak a word but narrowed her eyes at the man who was hovering over her.
"Didn't your mother ever teach you to respect your elders." The man put a finger on his chin as if thinking. "I think you need a lesson. Lucky for you, my friends and I would be happy to teach you. But it's gonna cost you. How about-" The man reached down snatching the bag out of the girl's hand. "This!"
The girl grit her teeth angrily lunging at the man, but another one grabbed the back of the girl's shirt pulling her back and off her feet.
The girl growled baring her teeth but didn't fight the hold she was in allowing herself to hang there like a kitten who had been picked up by the scruff of its neck. Giorno simply watches, not sure what to do in this situation.
"Let's see what we have here." Gold Tooth dug in the bag pulling out a bottle of water, three cans of soda, two tarts, and three mini loaves of bread. "Just a bunch of food. Nothing that's even that good."
Gold Tooth drops the food and the girl's body goes rigid, underneath her hair no one could see her eyes go wide, her pupils dilated before quickly constricting into narrow slits.
"Ha!"
The girl shoved the man, giving a hard strike with the palm of her hand, getting out of his grip as she dived forward.
With incredible speed, she caught one tart in her left hand and one of the loaves of bread right in between her teeth just as it brushed the ground. Thankfully the soda and water were unscathed but the rest of her food falls to the dirty ground.
"Well look at that!" The tallest man laughed poting at the girl. "Hungry little shit ain't she!"
"It's like she's some kind of starving animal!" The shortest man laughed
The man, the girl had shoved, gripped his arm.
"She sure has one hell of a push, I think she might have bruised me."
This caused his other two companions to laugh louder.
"She's just some scrawny little street rat!" Gold Tooth laughed
"Yeah, how weak are you!" Shorty laughed
"Shut the hell up!"
"Wasting food is bad."
The girl looked up and that's when Giorno saw it. Peeking through the curtain of her hair, those eyes. That golden gaze he'd never forget, just like the ones that stared back at him through his window.
"What did you say?" Gold Tooth questioned
"Wasting food is bad," The girl repeated
Gold Tooth scoffed looking at his friends. "You hear that boys?" He chuckled poting over his shoulder at the girl. "Street rat here is trying to give us a lesson." He turned back around facing the girl, "Listen here-!"
*BAM*
Gold Tooth was cut off as all the wind was knocked out of him courtesy of the young girl punching him in the solar plexus. Giorno didn't know if his eyes were playing tricks on him but he could have sworn that as the girl punched the man her fist had taken on the form of a bear's paw, but it happened so quickly he didn't know.
Gold Tooth let out a strangled cry as he fell back but the girl gave him no time to react. As he fell she lunged forward kicking one of his legs while at the same pushing his shoulder. Using his body weight and momentum she turned the man's body making him land on his stomach.
"I said wasting food is bad." The girl planted one foot on the man's back as she picked up one of her fallen tarts. "So-" The girl grabbed the back of the man's head with her free hand digging her fingers into his hair for a tight grip. "Eat it all! No wasting food!" The girl said, shoving the dirt-covered tart in the man's mouth.
The man actually cried out as the girl crammed the tart into his mouth. His friends watched the whole thing, eyes wide and unblinking, not believing what they were seeing. Giorno watched amazed by the girl's strength and tenacity.
Some time passed while the group waited for Narancia. Mista had taken up to playing fetch with Fiamma. The young woman switching between several dog breeds every couple of times she went to go fetch the stick Mista threw.
Trish started to complain about being thirsty making the group wonder what was taking Narancia so long to retrieve the items he had been sent to get.
"Narancia, is taking a long time," Giorno said
"This is why I was worried about him going," Fugo said
"Drop it, Fugo. How many times must you bring this up?" Abbacchio said
"I'm not going to drop it! After I-" Fugo sighed hunching in his seat. "I-I apologize."
He was hunched over in his chair nervously scratching at his knuckles.
Passione was one of the largest gangs in the world. The organization had several teams littered across Italy and various other locations across the globe, each team specializing in their own field.
One of those fields included assassination. A specialization once held by the group La Squadra Esecuzioni.
"Were back!"
The doors of La Squadra Esecuzion's hideout were thrown open as several men entered. Already in the room was the leader of the group, Risotto, along with two other members.
The ever angry Ghiaccio, who was typing away on a computer and
the master of abusing his enemies Illuso, who was reclined back on a couch.
Entering the room was Formaggio, Prosciutto, Pesci, and Melone. This meant only three other members of the team were not present.
"How'd it go?" Risotto asked the group.
"Perfect! The guys' been blown to bits," Formaggio said
"But you ended up killing the chick he was with in the process, too." Prosciutto spoke, taking a seat next to Illuso.
"I guess this job was perfect for your useless Stand ability," Illuso taunted pointing at Formaggio.
"Wherever, man. If you got a problem, take care of this yourself," Formaggio said
"Melone, how much was the job?" Ghiaccio asked
"Twenty million lire," Melone answered
"Damn, that cheap!" Ghiaccio shouted
"Ghiaccio, calm down. We'll talk about money later. More importantly, where are Sorbet, Gelato, and Vino?" Risotto questions
"Are they playing hooky?" Ghiaccio said
"Maybe Sorbet and Gelato are getting it on somewhere. They're a couple, aren't they?" Illuso smirked
"And you call my Stand ability useless?" Formaggio said
"That playboy Vino is probably doing something idiotic!" Ghiaccio said
"Hey don't bad mouth me when I'm not in the room."
The group looked at the doorway to see a tall man leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed with a cool expression on his face.
"If you got something to say then just say it to my face, you screaming little goblin."
"The hell you just call me!?" Ghiaccio
"Nice of you to join us, Vino," Prosciutto spoke sarcastically.
"My bad. I got held up by some unruly hyenas."
Vino was a tall man with a slender build, but his shoulders were broad. He had a heart-shaped face with soft features. His eyes were a deep blue and his hair was a sharp teal. His teal locks were long going all the way down to his hips. He kept the hair back in a low ponytail with the left side braided into it. A pretty boy was the best way to describe him.
He wore a white button shirt, with the first three buttons undone and the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. This was paired with some blue slacks and a pair of black and white oxford shoes. To accessorize the outfit he had some blue and white checked overalls clipped to his pants with one of the overall straps off his shoulder. On his hands were white full-fingered gloves.
Vino walked in taking a seat flipping his long ponytail in the process.
"Vino have you seen Gelato or Sorbet?" Risotto asked
"Hmm? Nope. Why would I even know, I'm not their keeper," Vino said
"No, somethings definitely wrong. Gelato's one thing, but Sorbet would never miss out on a chance to get rich. He's always made sure to show up to claim his share," Risotto said
A wave of tense shock reverberated through the group hearing their leader's words. Had Gelato and Sorbet met some kind of unfortunate fate, was it because….they were looking for the boss?
La Squadra Esecuzion had split up searching for their missing two members. The whereabouts of the two missing Squadra members was unknown until Formaggio reported in.
Gelato was found bound and gagged in an apartment, where he had suffocated. The room was covered in blood but Sorbet's body was not found upon the gruesome scene. A note had been left on Gelato's body and only a single word was written on it. "Punishment".
A few days later dozens of packages arrived at the team's base, with no sender labeled.
"Seriously again? Who the hells the sender?!" Ghiaccio shouted
The men started to open the various packages.
"Frames? They're not paintings, though," Melone said
"These frames are rather thick," Vino said
"Is this what they call modern are or some shit? There's something weird in them," Formaggio said
A loud screeched echoed in the room as Pesci fell over with a terrified expression.
"Hey!"
Pesci raised a shaky finger at one of the frames, "Th-That's the same color nail polish that Sorbet always wears! I-I've seen it before. He and Gelato use the same shade!"
Inside the frame were two little numbs reassembling fingers and on the tips, the colored fingernails Pesci was pointing to.
"Get the frames out and line them up," Risotto instructed.
The men did so lining the "artwork" up one by one like dominos, in total there were 36 pieces.
"Oh, hell no…"
"You can't be serious….This is…."
As the pieces were lined up the truth behind Sorbet's fate was slowly sinking in.
"I don't want to see anymore!" Pesci shouted, closing his eyes.
"Shut up!" Prosciutto shouted
"No...No fucking way," Vino said
When they were finished Formaggio let out a deep scream. The "art" was actually pieces of Sorbet's body, chopped up into perfect sections then preserved in formaldehyde. Sorbet's face of fear forever frozen.
"D-Do you think Sorbet was sliced up right in front of Gelato?" Illuso questions
"Yeah, and he was so overcome with fear and despair that he choked on his own gag and suffocated!"
The group never sought out the boss's identity again, that is until they found out he had a daughter.
Narancia arrived back at the safe house, although a bit beat up.
Fiamma could smell smoke around the younger teen.
"Was he in some kind of fire?" Fiamma thought
Narancia explained what had happened to him during his little shopping venture.
"Narancia, repeat it once more time," Fugo said
"I told you, the shopping-"
"Not that! You said the enemy found out where we're hiding," Fugo said
"But I took care of him right after-"
"That's not the issue here!" Fugo shouted
"Bucciarati, we should get the hell out of here," Abbacchio said
"After I warned you so many times. You fool!" Fugo said
"I think Narancia did a great job stopping the enemy. I think he did everything he should've done," Giorno said
Fiamma hummed nodding, agreeing with Giorno. "He's not dead. Same can't be said for the other guy."
"Now that the Hitman team knows about us, if he's a reasonable boss, he should give us a method of escape," Giorno said
Narancia liking Giorno's words brighten up a smile coming to his face.
"I don't think we should leave until we hear from the boss," Giorno said
"Well, aren't you clever? Do you think you're an adviser now?" Fugo said
"And how do you know that the boss will contact us soon? No one cares about your damn hunches!" Abbacchio spoke getting in Giorno's face.
"Bucciarati! I think we got a message from the boss!" Mista shouted
Everyone was surprised by the announcement, minus Giorno and Fiamma. As Bucciarati left to answer the message Fiamma turned to Abbacchio.
He was clearly pissed that Giorno was right and what Fiamma did next only further aggravated the lilac haired gangster.
Fiamma stuck her tongue out, sort of mocking Abbacchio for not believing Giorno.
Bucciarati pulled up the message on a laptop reading over it.
"'Head to the Pompeii Archaeological Park. I've hidden a key near the dog mosaic.' Look that up immediately. 'That key is for a vehicle that'll bring my daughter safely to me.'"
"Vehicle? What does he mean by a safe vehicle?" Abbacchio questioned
"A helicopter! That must be a key to a helicopter! We can go anywhere in a helicopter without anyone following us!" Narancia said
"It's a bit less than fifteen kilometers from here to Pompeii. An hour should be plenty of time to get over there and get the key. Fugo! Abbacchio! Giorno! You three head to Pompeii and get that key! Mista, Narancia, Fiamma, and I will remain here and protect Trish from the Hitman Team. Retrieve the key, and if it seems safe, contact us. Then we'll take Trish and head over to that vehicle. I'm counting on you," Bucciarati said
The plan was set and the team made their next move.
Mista - 32
OC - 24
Mista is pulling ahead of the OC!