R.E.W. 4 - I can't wait till everything reaches the finale of Stone Ocean too. I will say it will feature more so Jouji than Hanabi, but I will have a special arc JJBA 5.5 that features Jouji.

White Album - Baby It's Cold Everywhere!

"It knows what to do right Fiamma?"

"Yeah."

Fiamma had a snake wrapped around her neck. She gave it a gentle caress underneath his chin before setting it down. The creature slithered off, Giorno and Fiamma watching it leave.

Baby Face "Junior"

Power - A

Speed - B

Range - A

Durability - A

Precision - N/A

Potential - N/A

"Hey, Melone! Bucciarati and his crew are nowhere to be found! Are you listening?! Hello?!"

Baby Face had failed its mission leaving Melone dangling on the line. He was currently getting yelled at by another one of his fellow members.

"I hear you. But I haven't completely failed just yet! I still have Bucciarati's blood! I can create an infinite number of juniors! I'll have them track Bucciarati down immediately!" Melone said

"You'd better, Melone."

"We need to be extra careful with the newbie. We should get rid of him first. I'll find an even better mother and create an even more powerful and invincible junior to go track them down," Melone said

As the man spoke over the phone something weaved its way through his legs.

"Huh? What the hell was that? It looked like a snake."

"What's wrong?"

"What's a snake doing at a station in Rome?" Melone was too focused looking at the ground he failed to notice the snake that was above.

The reptile dropped down from the train's roof landing on Melone's back. The snake hissed right in Melone's face as smoke started to emit from its back.

"I-Its burning! This is…the newbies' ability…he must've used juniors' corpse to-!"

The snake let out another hiss before it struck sinking its fangs into Melone's tongue.

The man cried out falling backward passing out before he even hit the ground.

"The venomous snake I left at Roma Termini Station reverted to being one of the enemies components," Giorno said.

"We disposed of the user. That makes five."

The group was speeding down the road in the car Mista was finally able to hot wire. Giorno was driving while Fugo sat in the back with Mista, both keeping watch.

"If the information we have is correct, there are only three members of the Hitman Team left," Fugo said

"Still we can't let our guard down. Let us haul ass to Venice!" Mista said

The group was given another order from the Boss in regards to how they were going to finish their mission. Using his Stand Abbacchio was able to replay the last moments of Mr. Periclo who gave the group their last orders before he took his own life.

Currently, their destination was Venice. A city surrounded by water. It had only one road you can travel on by car, The Ponte della Liberta. A 3.5-kilometer bridge that the group would have to cross if they wanted to reach Venice.

Fugo had gone back into Coco Jumbo leaving just Mista, Giorno, and Fiamma in the car. Fiamma moved to the passenger seat while Mista stayed in the back.

"Giorno, there's no one tailing us so far," Mista said

"Yes. There's no one coming from the front either." Giorno said

"No boats on the water either," Fiamma said

"The city is still asleep. We're the only car on this road," Giorno said

"Why do the windows keep fogging up so quickly?" Mista rubbed his hand against the glasses trying to clear away the fog.

Without warning the car swerved as Giorno lost control for a brief moment. Mista was the only one not wearing his seatbelt, so he was thrown across the back of the car, his face smacking into the window. Giorno was able to regain control straightening the car out.

"What the hell?!" Mista cursed

"I apologize. The tire just slipped a bit," Giorno said

"On a straight bridge like this? Be more careful damn it! Do you even have a license?" Mista questioned

"No. I'm only 15," Giorno stated

Mista pointed at Fiamma. "Why is he driving rather than you?"

"I…do not know how to drive," Fiamma stated

"What?! You're an adult and don't know how to drive!" Mista exclaimed

"There was no reason for me to learn. What use is a car to a person who can turn into a bird?" Fiamma said

Mista gaped before sighing, she had him there. He looked to the window spotting something on it.

"What's that thing stuck on the window? It's on the inside. I didn't notice it when I was looking outside," Mista said

"Ah, that's not good." Fiamma climbed into the back looking over Mista's shoulder.

"What do you-!" Mista gasped, taking a closer look at the thing stuck on the window. "That shape…"

Fiamma grabbed Mista's left wrist flipping his hand over. The gunner flinched seeing his pinkie finger gone. The mysterious object stuck to the window was the missing appendage.

"Let's open the window a bit. It's morning, so the different temperatures inside and outside the car are fogging them up." Giorno rolled down his window but was hit with a blast of freezing cold air. "Wh-What?! What's with this wind?"

Something flew into the window landing on Giorno's face. It was a photo of a Venice landmark. An exact replica of the photo the group had.

"At first, we were scared frozen, but… With the help of a computer, it wasn't too hard to recreate the ashes that were lying next to Pericolo in the photo. You guys are naive!"

Fiamma looked up at the roof of the car as someone talked. The person shouted as they hit the roof causing a nice size dent to form.

"There's no way you can get away from the Hitman team!"

"An enemy?! They somehow got onto the roof of the car!" Giorno shouted

The person atop of the roof kept smashing down creating more dents.

"Mista, what are you doing?! Shoot the roof!" Giorno shouted

"H-He's s-stuck," Fiamma stuttered

Her arms were wrapped around herself as her teeth clattered thanks to the quick onset of winter air.

But Fiamma was far better off than Mista, the side of the young man's face was glued to the window thanks to a sheet of ice that had rapidly grown.

"This car is being frozen at an insane speed. It's so cold that my finger got stuck to the window and broke off before I even felt the cold. If I don't peel my face off of it, my brain's going to freeze up. But I'm not sure if I want to sacrifice my face either…" As Mista spoke puffs of cold air left his mouth making his breaths visible.

"I can't stand this," Fiamma thought

Her body glowed as she activated Wild Thing. Fiamma's form got smaller, her face elongated, a set of ears and tails sprouting, along with snow-white fur. When her transformation was done, sitting on the backseat of the car was an Arctic Fox.

"~The Arctic Fox also known as Vulpes Lagopus! This fox's thick fur is a perfect insulator allowing them to maintain proper body heat. These cute creatures' metabolism increases to provide warmth allowing them to survive temperatures as low -70° c.~"

In her new form, she hopped into Mista's lap, rubbing her fur vigorously against his skin, in hopes that the friction plus her fur would provide warmth. Mista picked up on her actions and wove his free hand into her fur.

"Where's the turtle? I don't see the turtle inside the car. You three…None of you aren't with Trish and Bucciarati? If you're actually bothering to split up… I got it! That means you must be on a mission to get something extremely important. The location in the picture, there must be something at the station in Venice!"

Mista removed his hands from Fiamma and clenched his fist causing blood to spurt out, meaning he had a feeling back in his hand. He quickly raised his pistol shooting it up at the roof.

"Yeehaw!" Sex Pistols cheered as they soared upwards.

*BAM*

Sex Pistols gasped as the bullets missed their target. Actually, the bullets didn't miss, but instead, they were frozen before they could hit the enemy.

"I-Ice! The guys' encased himself and ice and froze himself to the roof of the car!"

"The bullets can't get through to him!"

"Ahh!"

"What's wrong?"

Number 2's lower legs were frozen, wrapped in ice.

"C-Crap! We're starting to freeze too!" Number 1 shouted

"Save me!" Number 2 cried out as the ice moved quickly up to its neck.

"Number 2!" Number 3 shouted

"Don't go!" Number 1 shouted

Within the blink of an eye Number's 2 and 3 were completely frozen in a large chunk of ice.

The rest of Sex Pistols's screaming out for their fellow Stands.

"Number 2! Number 3!"

The car started to swerve violently to and fro across the road as more ice built up around the vehicle.

"W-What?!" Mista shouted

More freezing air blasted into the car thanks to the vents of the car's A/C. Ice started to form on Giorno's skin, and he couldn't even blink without causing pain.

Mista was quickly becoming encased in ice as well, bullets falling from his hand when he attempted to reload his gun.

"A-All I did was blink and now my eyelashes are stuck together!" Mista said

"He must have waited for this to happen before getting on the roof. This car is currently going 80 km/h. Which means… it's the same as being stuck in wind blowing at 20 m/s. The effective temperature drops by 1° c for every meter of wind velocity, were currently freezing at negative 20° c." Giorno said

Fiamma thought of going to the roof, but couldn't think of a way as to how she'd attack the enemy as an Arctic Fox. If he wasn't covered in ice it would be no problem, but with an icy armor protecting him she wouldn't be able to attack in this form. The Arctic Fox may have sharp fangs and claws, but they wouldn't be able to break through several inches of thick ice.

Her mind worked in overdrive as she tried to think of an animal that could withstand the cold but be strong enough to break through the enemy's ice barrier.

"Stop the damn car! Why The hell are you still flooring in?!" Mista shouted

"Yes, I've been trying to stop it. But the brake pedal is frozen and won't go down! I'm losing the steering wheel too. The engine's running and doesn't seem like it's going to stop!" Giorno shouted

The car swerved again leaving behind a trail of misty air in its wake.

"The surface of the car has reached negative 100° c for sure! And at incredible speed! So this is…The enemies' ability!" Giorno said

The car grew even colder and now even Fiamma was struggling, her fur starting to ice over.

"Th-The blood that was spurting out of my hand froze. The moisture for my breathing caused my nostrils to freeze together… And my lips… Shit! I can't breathe! S-Stop the car, Giorno! You can turn the car into a flower or something, can't you?! Do something with your ability!" Mista shouted through his muffled mouth.

"I've already tried that as well. But there are no organisms that can be born at negative 100° c!" Giorno said

"You know Paris, France? In English they pronounce it 'Paris,' but everyone else pronounces it with the s sound like the French do. But with Venezia, everyone pronounces it the English way, Venice. Like the Merchant of Venice and Death… Why, though?! Why isn't the title Death in Venezia?! Are you friggin' mocking me?! It takes place in Italy, so use the Italian word, dammit! That shit pisses me off! Bunch of dumbasses!"

While Ghiaccio had his little episode atop of the roof, the car severed all the way to the left hitting the bridge's barrier. It scraped across the wall creating sparks as metal met concrete. Even with his body stiff from the cold Giorno managed to jerk the steering wheel a bit to put the car back on the road properly.

"Looks like it's finally becoming a bit difficult to drive."

"Mista…My Gold Experience needs heat. So sadly, all I'm really useful right now… Is picking up bullets."

Gold Experience appeared next to Giorno dropping several bullets into the palm of his hand.

"You won't be able to fill the car with any more holes. I'll just freeze to an even lower tem-!"

Mista raised his gun, firing off several rounds. All the bullets froze before they could touch Ghiaccio, but that wasn't the gunners' goal.

"When you fire bullets, they heat up, don't they? So when I fired the bullets that Giorno picked up for me… It creates heat! I guess I'll go ahead and shout this for Giorno, while I'm at it…Gold Experience!" Mista shouted

The bullets inside the ice exploded in a mass of roots shattering the ice. Ghiaccio is dislodged from the roof falling to the pavement below.

"We did it! Plant roots have the energy to prop up asphalt and roads and even shatter rocks!" Mista pulled his face from the window finally free. "Keep hold of the steering wheel, Giorno!"

The car sped off trying to regain traction as they escaped from the enemy, but it wasn't too long before something started telling them.

Fiamma, still an Arctic Fox, looked through the back window before letting out a high-pitched yowl grabbing Mista's attention. Ghiaccio was speeding towards them by ice skating using his Stand to create ice and propel him forward. He also donned a full-body off-white suit that had a helmet with a yellow visor.

Mista cursed looking out the back of the car holding up his pistol. "Seriously? That bastard! He's still coming after us!"

Mista fired off several rounds, shattering the back window. All of the bullets met their target but froze as they made contact with Ghiaccio, causing him no harm.

Fiamma finally changed back to normal staring out the now broken window. "He's getting closer."

Ghiaccio was now only a few feet behind the car.

"Go faster, Giorno!" Mista shouted

"I can't go any faster! The tires are still slipping. Even worse, they found out about the station!" Giorno said

"They haven't found out about the turtle where Trish is, so depending on how you look at it that's kind of a right side," Mista said

"You're always so optimistic, aren't you? You're very unusual," Giorno said

"I find it refreshing," Fiamma casually commented earning a flushed glance from Mista.

Ghiaccio went faster and was almost upon them. Fiamma stuck the upper half of her body out the back window.

"Hold my ankles." She told Mista.

Mista clamped each hand around Fiamma's ankle keeping her anchored. He wondered what the woman was doing but choked as looked up and her butt was clearly displayed right before him.

Ghiaccio got in closer and Fiamma raised her hands as they morphed into a pair of massive polar bear paws. She swung her arms down, claws raking with the sound of ice cracking. Ghiaccio fell back, losing his footing due to Fiamma's attack. Fiamma was sure that she had whacked him hard enough to at least give him a concussion, despite the helmet. But it seems he was only momentarily stunned as he was back to skating at full speed, quickly catching back up with the car.

Fiamma climbed back into the car a distinct pout on her lips.

"I hate him," she hissed.

Ghiaccio caught back up to the car now only about six feet away.

"He's coming! Floor it! Faster!" Mista shouted

"I told you I can't! If we slip, we're going to lose even more spee-"

"Just do it, dammit! I said floor it, so floor it!" Mista shouted, firing off his gun.

"I told you! This is useless!" Ghiaccio shouted

"Number 3 and Number 2 up on the roof, come back!" Mista shouted

Sex Pistols came forth grabbing the bullets and redirecting them downwards, hitting not Ghiaccio, but his skates.

"I hope you get to share a hot passionate kiss with the road. Your face will be well acquainted with it at the speed you're going!"

Ghiaccio shouted as he flipped forward, his face meeting the ground, cracking the front of his helmet, blood spurting from his nose. His body tumbled harshly down the road thanks to his momentum.

"Yeah!" Sex Pistols cheered

"Nice," Fiamma said.

She held a hand out to Mista and the man stared at her before smiling realizing what she wanted. He raised his uninjured hand and slapped it against Fiamma's in a resonating high-five.

"Us too! Us too!"

Sex Pistols chanted.

Fiamma held up her hands and the small Stands clapped their hands against her fingers giving their own version of a high-five.

"Good. We managed to lose him. Now get us into the city and head straight for the station! Before he can catch up to us, we're going to get our hands on the thing and hide!" Mista exclaimed.

Fiamma suddenly whipped her head around.

"Giorno! Mista!" She exclaimed.

A trail of ice quickly formed down the road connecting with the car. Hanging from the other end of the trail was Ghiaccio.

"You're not getting away!" He started pulling himself closer to the car with the use of his ice. "There's no way you guys are going to make it to the station!"

"He's freezing the moisture from the car's exhaust! What kind of temperature do you have to freeze it at to do this shit? You bastard! Eat lead again!"

Mista quickly reloaded his gun, but before he could shoot there was a loud clang as the car's trunk was flung open.

"He opened the trunk! Which means…Sh-Shit! He got into the trunk! Stop the car, Giorno!" Mista shouted.

He shot through the back seats into the back trunk.

"He's going to freeze the brake pedal, so I'll be useless again!"

A hand shot out grabbing Mista's wrist.

"There's no need for that, gunslinger Mista seeing as Trish isn't here, this is what I was planning to do in the first place."

Ice quickly began to cover Mista's arm.

"Shatter-"

Fiamma slid in behind Ghiaccio, her skin a paler with fur sporting from her forearms. She broke Ghiaccio's hold on Mista and put the icy Stand user into a nelson hold.

"Hold still, here it comes," Fiamma said.

Gold Experience appeared. "Muda!"

The Stand shouted as it attacked the wide-open Ghiaccio.

The Stand punched Ghiaccio several times only to have its arms frozen up to its elbows. Ice started to spread up Fiamma's but the woman refused to drop her hold, keeping Ghiaccio in the nelson.

"Giorno! Fiamma! Get away from him!" Mista shouted

"No! Not yet! We made it to Venice! I'm driving into the canal!" Giorno shouted

The car hopped the middle barrier careening towards the far-right railing. At its high speed, the car easily broke through the metal railing and took a nosedive towards the water. Mista latched onto Fiamma's arms wrapped tightly around the girl. Fiamma sat impassively only sparing a glance towards the man who practically sitting on her. Mista was screaming at the top of his lungs as the car plunged towards the water below.

To be continued ➠