Narancia's Revenge

"I cannot believe Abbacchio made me clean his room!" Narancia complained furiously as he swept the floor. "While he gets to go to the store with Bucciarati! How is that fair?" He stormed around Abbacchio's room, waving his broom angrily. "It's just an outrage! I don't stay in Passione to be everyone's janitor!"

Muttering curses against Abbacchio, Narancia kicked a seemingly innocuous cardboard box that lay on the floor of the closet. It sprang open, revealing a heap of shiny objects. Curiously, the young man leaned closer to discover a hidden stash of Ferrero chocolates. Narancia formulated a plan – one that would allow him to get Abbacchio back.

He hurried down the hall and burst into the Passione common room, where Trish and Mista were playing checkers. "TRISH! MISTA!" he yelled, panting heavily. Startled, Trish dropped her coffee cup. It spilled across the checkerboard, floating all the pieces out of order.

Trish leapt out of her chair. "Narancia! What is it? Is it my father? Is he attacking?"

Mista fumbled for his gun. "Sex Pistols!" he yelled, summoning the swarm of bullet-shaped Stands. "How many are there?"

"Um, sorry…" Narancia said. "Nothing's wrong. Buuuuuuuut- I found Abbacchio's secret chocolate stash! We've gotta go and steal it while he's gone!"

"You're making me waste a perfectly good cup of coffee for that?" Trish asked incredulously. "Coffee's hard to come by when you're a wanted woman." She scowled at Narancia. "You owe me, kid."

Mista put away his gun and his Stand but remained standing. "Is this your way of repaying me for that chocolate you withheld from me?" He grinned. "I'm in! Where is it?"

"That was my chocolate. I bought it!" Narancia protested. "But okay, you can have all the chocolate you want once we steal it. Trish, are you going to help?"

The girl snorted. "Absolutely not. I am going to get myself another cup of coffee."

"Trish…" Mista whined. "You hate Abbacchio too, right? Why wouldn't you take this chance to get him back for how mean he's been to everyone?"

"Besides, we won't get in trouble," Narancia added. "You know who Abbacchio blames for everything that happens here. G-I-O-R-N-O."

"You guys are just going to keep nagging me until I agree, right?" Trish scowled darkly. "Fine. But when this backfires, I'll blame it all on you, Narancia." She rubbed at a coffee stain on her checkered skirt. "Drat, this is never going to come out."

"Team Narancia! Let's go!" Narancia cheered. Trish, Mista, and Narancia snuck down the hall into Abbacchio's room.

"Where are we going to hide the candy?" Mista asked, gathering up handfuls of chocolate and stuffing them in his pockets.

"Trish's room, obviously, because she'd never do something like this," Narancia said gleefully. But his joyful demeanor was quickly replaced with anxiety as he heard a car outside. "Crap! Abbacchio's back!"

The three gang members all crowded into a hallway closet with their spoils when Abbacchio entered the Passione HQ.

"I hate you," Trish muttered. She was squished between Narancia's knee and Mista's head. "And you both reek!" Mista shushed her as Abbacchio stalked purposefully down the hall into his bedroom.

"Wait for it…" Narancia whispered.

They heard Abbacchio going straight to his closet and the squeak of the hinges as he opened it. There was a rustling noise, and then a roar of rage.

"GIORNO GIOVANNAAAAAAAAAA!"

Narancia, unable to control himself, fell off the shelf he'd hid on, landing on top of Trish, who let out a muffled shriek. "Listen, listen!"

"GIORNO! YOU THEIVING WORM! I'LL KILL YOU! I SWEAR I WILL! YOU THEIF!" Abbacchio ranted. "DON'T YOU DARE TRY TO DENY IT! I KNEW THERE WAS SOMETHING ROTTEN IN YOU WHEN I MET YOU!"

"We've gotta sneak over to Trish's room now, while he's distracted!" Mista cautiously opened the closet door and peered out. "It looks to be all clear…" Quietly, the three teenagers snuck out of the closet, tiptoeing across the common room behind Abbacchio's back.

Giorno looked up from his cup of tea. "Oh, hi guys!" he said with a wave. Abbacchio whipped around, fuming. His gaze landed on the chocolates in Mista's arms. A growl escaped his throat.

"H-hello, Abbacchio…" Mista peeped.

"This is not my fault," Trish said.

"Oh…busted!" Narancia yelped. "Run, guys!"

"RRRRRRAAAAAAGGGGHHH!" Abbacchio let out a roar and ran at the chocolate thieves.