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writing-gifts · 3 years

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part 9 of the incubus!doppio au aka we'll make it work

its been a long while since the last update so super brief recap: reader found a frog transformed gio in the forest and is currently on their way to one of his relatives to reverse it!

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You gather your few belongings while Doppio readies himself in the bathroom. Once he was finished all of you would be heading straight for the train station. Abbaccchio watches you from the bed like cats tend to. However, the end of his tail twitches back and forth signaling that he’s agitated about something.

You zip up your bag and smirk. “You’re already annoyed and the day just started.”

“Hmph, I’m not exactly looking forward to hiding in your bag again,” he says.

“Oh please. You can get out as soon as we're outside and then it's 5 minutes tops when we get to the station. You’ll be okay.”

You move your backpack next to the dresser where Giorno still sits content in his container of water. You'd clean that up right before leaving so he could get as much moisture as possible.

“About last night--” Abbacchio starts.

Giorno opens an eye at that, but you barely react because of course he knows. You and Doppio weren't exactly being very quiet. You had just thought the cat wasn't interested in bringing it up (and you preferred it that way), but would he really be Abbacchio if he didn’t?

“Doppio has it under control so can we not argue about the same thing again?” You ask without looking back at him, though it was more of a plea than a question.

Before the feline can dissent, Doppio exits the bathroom. His hair is done up, though a few strands stick out from his braid.

You quickly switch your focus over to him. “Ready to head out?”

He moves a piece of hair out of his face. “Uh huh.”

“Okay, let me just get Giorno.”

After you move the frog out of his container and into your jacket pocket, you quickly clean up his makeshift “pond” and herd everyone out of the room. The walk from the hotel to the station doesn't take too long though you're very hungry by the time you arrive. You didn't have time to eat a full meal beforehand, but fortunately you packed snacks.

You chew on a granola bar on the train. You try to be careful but stray crumbs litter your lap. “You sure you don't want any?” you ask Doppio. He sits next to you, staring outside the train window at the passing landscape.

Your friend shakes his head. “I'm not hungry.”

You continue snacking on the sugary bar before speaking again. "Do you even need to eat food? You said you don't need sex and I’ve obviously seen you eat, but how does it exactly work?

Doppio leans back in his seat and places his hands in his lap. “Both sex and food give me energy, but the energy from food doesn't last long. I could overfill myself and be hungry 2 hours later. And food doesn't help with sleepiness either so I need to actually go to bed. Sex cures both and lasts longer.”

The explanation was clear and concise. He must have explained it many times before. You purse your lips still confused though. You had sometimes seen Doppio go most of the day without food so things weren’t adding up...Unless he was still having sex sometimes?

“...But the last time you ate was yesterday?”

"Yea but recently I've had energy that seems to come out of nowhere. I even feel fully rested though I wasn't able to get back to sleep last night.”

“That’s strange. Do you remember when you got these boosts of energy?”

He thinks for a moment. “...They were a while ago, so other than yesterday and right now, not really.”

“Yesterday?”

“After we got off the train and were walking to that fast food place. I still felt exhausted but it was definitely way better than before."

He did seem more awake and less irritable after you had finished eating, but other than the food you didn't know what had helped.

"Well try to keep it in mind. There's most likely a connection,” you say.

You finish up your bar and put the wrapper in one of your backpack's pockets, jostling Abbacchio in the process. You ignore his displeased grumbles and continue speaking to Doppio. “You know you're very different from what I’ve read about incubi. Like with how all this energy stuff works...Is this how it is for all incubi and succubi?”

“Most likely not.” He pauses and starts to jiggle his leg. “‘Er...I’m actually only part incubus.”

Your brows raise. “Wait really?”

“I'm half human, half incubus. It's just easier to say I'm an incubus though with how I was raised.”

That has you reconsidering many things, especially about Diavolo. He wasn't a demon possessing a demon, he was a demon possessing a half human! You need to tell Bruno this as soon as you get back.

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Early afternoon your group reaches its destination. You and Doppio walk outside of the station into the fresh air. The sun shines down directly on you but luckily it isn't unbearably hot. A distance from where you both stand is a gravely road cutting through the unruly grass.

Once you get far enough away from the small group of people leaving the station, you let Abbacchio out of your bag and move Giorno out of your pocket and onto your shoulder. You then pull out your phone and open your GPS to get directions to the farm.

It’s an hour and half of walking along the road and taking breaks under the shade of the sparse trees before a small house in the midst of a field comes into view. There’s also a barn not too far away.

You plan to go up to the house and knock on the door, but part way there a man calls out a greeting to your group from a fenced area filled with chickens. His size is almost intimidating but his face is kind. He seems to be in his mid to late 50s but looks very fit. He jogs up to your group before glancing at Abbacchio who is sitting a small distance behind you. He then raises a brow at you most likely due to the amphibian on your shoulder.

"I don’t believe I’ve seen you lot before, but what can I do for you today?" the man asks. You notice his light English accent.

"Are you Jonathan Joestar?” you ask.

“Yes, that's me.”

You glance at Giorno and move the shoulder he sits on forward. "Okay this’ll sound crazy, but this is your nephew and he was turned into a frog."

Giorno readjusts his position and looks up at Jonathan. "Uncle it's me Giorno. I ran away from home."

The man's brow furrows and he steps back involuntarily. "Giorno? What happened to you?”

“I'll explain later. I need you to change me back first.”

He collects himself (as best as he can) and nods. "How do I do that exactly?"

“He needs a kiss from royalty,” you say. “Like the story but it doesn't have to be a princess or prince.”

Jonathan rubs the back of his neck. “But I'm no longer royalty.”

“That's fine, the person just had to be at some point. I don't know how it works but Bru--the witch told us it would still count,” you say.

“Well if it’ll help Giogio then there’s no point asking any more questions.”

You let Giorno climb onto your palm and pass him over to Jonathan. The farmer lifts Giorno up with both hands and places a kiss on his small froggy head.

Before you can really take in the silly scene, Giorno begins to glow. A glow that increases in intensity to the point that it feels like looking at the sun. He jumps off Jonathan’s hand just as his body starts to take a different form and size. For a moment there’s a lull and then suddenly a firework of sparks shoots off him. Everyone around him shuts their eyes.

When you open your own, the sparkles are gone and their place is a well dressed young man with immaculate styled blond hair flowing part way down his back. He looked laughably high class next to the rest of you.

You’re still taken aback by the display of magic you had just bared witness to and end up wordlessly gaping for several seconds before you can properly speak again.

“I-I did not expect you to look like that!”

Giorno looks at you, unbothered by your inappropriate outburst. “What did you think I'd look like?”

“Um I don't know, but the blonde hair wasn't there...”

Unlike you, Doppio and Jonathan look mostly unaffected by Giorno’s transformation.

Jonathan gives the blonde a relieved smile. “Erina is going to be so happy to see you, Giogio. It’s been so long since your last visit.”

“I would visit more often but you know how Father is.”

Jonathan's smile becomes forlorn. “Yes, unfortunately.” He turns towards you and Doppio. “Thank you for bringing Giorno here.”

Unsure of how else to respond, you smile and accept the thanks.

Doppio doesn't verbally reply but also smiles.

“Can I get your names?”

“I'm _____ and this is my friend Doppio.” You point over your shoulder. “And Abbacchio is the cat that's following us. He’s the witch’s...pet.”

Doppio gives his own greeting and Abbacchio continues to stare silently.

“What an interesting group,” Jonathan says most likely in reaction to Abbacchio.

“_____ found me in the forest and convinced the witch to reveal how to reverse it. Then they made a 2 day trip to get here.” Giorno looks at you, his smile kind and genuine. “Thank you.”

“Oh you're welcome. It's no problem really...” Your statement feels unfinished as you had started it but didn’t know where it was going.

“It means a lot to me though. Who knows where I’d be right now if you hadn't found me in the forest.”

You can feel yourself grinning way too hard. So much praise could be overwhelming at times. In an attempt to try to force it down you look elsewhere and end up locking eyes with Doppio. He looks like he wants to say something but he just turns away instead.

“Well now that that is taken care of, why don't we all head inside,” Jonathan suggests. “I’m sure you're all tired from traveling here so you can stay as long as you need.”

“Just the night is fine. I have work on Monday so we need to head back early in the morning.” You hadn't really thought about work the whole way here, but now that you did, it has you wanting to stay longer.

“That’s too bad. The least I can do is ask a friend to drive you to the train station in the morning so you don't have to walk back.”

“That would be great, thank you!”

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As typical for you, you lay wide awake.

When you first hit the bed the dregs of your energy seeped out of you and you were out cold. Unfortunately you had woken up randomly a few hours later and couldn't get back to sleep. Abbacchio had even run off when you wouldn’t stop moving around to get comfortable again.

You get out of bed to leave the guest room and make your way quietly to the living room.

Doppio lays asleep on the sofa. You tiptoe towards him and gently poke his freckled nose. It immediately twitches before he rolls on his side to face the back of the couch. You hold back a giggle and instead gently shake him awake. He grumbles before laying on his back again.

His eyes open a sliver, but it takes a moment for him to process your presence. “....____? What’s wrong?”

“I can't sleep. Soooo I was thinking: Why not invite Doppio?”

The incubus doesn't get flustered like you expect. “Huh--Invite where?”

“Do you want to share the bed again?” you ask more clearly.

His stutters bring a pleased look to your face, but eventually he manages to answer.

“Um okay.”

He gets up with his blanket and pillow and follows you to the guest room. The lamp light in the room reveals Doppio's flushed face. You then both get into bed, Doppio a bit awkwardly but it’s a much bigger improvement from the hotel. Once he lays next to you, you tell him to turn around. He nods and lays on his side, his back facing you. You throw your arm over him before settling up close behind him. The hair that sticks out of his messy bun tickles your face.

“Woah, your hair smells really nice!”

Doppio smiles to himself. “I’m trying this new shampoo…”

Even though you still weren’t sure what to do about your feelings, you did know that you wouldn't mind being able to do stuff like this more often.

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You hadn't had breakfast yet since Erina insisted on feeding all of you. She let you know that the food was usually ready around the time Jonathan finished his morning chores. So you decide to wait outside while Doppio gets ready. It was going to take awhile for him to finish styling his hair in that complicated braid he usually wore.

You gently sway back and forth on the porch swing while watching Giorno help his uncle tend to some of the cows. They’re too far away for you to hear their conversation but they seem to be enjoying their time together. Abbacchio lays curled up next to you sleeping. You wonder what cat things he had gotten up to last night since he didn't return to your room.

Half an hour later, you’re all inside eating. Doppio didn't want to, but Erina wasn’t having any of it so the incubus tries to eat enough that it looks convincing. The incubus appears well rested so you assume he must have gotten good sleep, but maybe the surge of energy was happening again. You’ll have to ask him about it later.

After a delicious fry-up and nice conversation that you and Doppio mostly listen in on, you start preparing for the trip back home.

“Giogio you have everything?” Erina asks.

“Yes aunty,” Giorno replies.

“Ah I still can’t believe how much you've grown since I've last seen you. I'm sorry we couldn't be around more often and I really wish you could stay.” There’s an underlying sadness in her voice.

“It's not your fault...”

You and Doppio sit together in the living room waiting patiently for your ride. The walls are thin so the two of you are unintentional auditors of the conversation taking place in the dining room. Either way you thought it was nice how Giorno’s aunt and uncle were so caring of him.

Before the family can join you and Doppio, ringing sounds from the kitchen. You hear the phone being answered and a moment later everyone walks into the living room.

“Speedwagon's outside,” Jonathan informs you.

Giorno picks up the bag full of items his family had packed for him--food, a phone, and hygiene items along with some clothing that was quickly bought yesterday--before walking outside. Doppio follows out next with his own stuff.

You’re about to yell out for Abbacchio since he hadn’t been waiting with you and Doppio but you see him brushing against Erina’s dress. She bends down and pets him on the head. You almost roll your eyes at the sight knowing the type of cattitude you had to put up with from him. Even before you found out he could talk! Guess he was more fond of older folk.

While loading everything into Speedwagon's truck you ask Giorno a question. “Are you sure you don't want to stay here with your uncle and aunt?”

You had talked with the man the day before about living arrangements. For now he would be staying at your home, but you felt he would be more comfortable staying with family.

“I'm sure. If my father finds out that I'm staying here--which he would eventually--he’ll cause a commotion.”

You pause what you’re doing. “Does he really dislike Mr. Joestar that much?”

“Yes and he’s unreasonably petty. It would be better if I reside somewhere else until I can get on my own feet. Or until he’s properly dealt with.”

Jonathan really didn't seem like the abrasive type at all so it sounded like a one sided sibling rivalry to you. But it wasn't really your business so you don't pry anymore.

Your group says one last goodbye to Jonatahn and Erina before getting on the truck and departing. Giorno and Doppio insisted on you sitting in the only passenger seat. And Abbacchio joined you, but you can tell he hates being in this loud and shaky truck. It was better than being in the cargo bed though. Speedwagon opened the back window so you all could still talk.

"My home is pretty small. I hope that it isn't too uncomfortable," you say. Along with Doppio sometimes staying for days at a time. It would definitely feel crowded.

“I feel slightly ashamed to say this, but I might be somewhat sheltered so it’ll take me some time to adjust,” Giorno replies.

“Well if you're anything like your uncle im sure youll get used to it Giorno,” Speedwagon chimes in.

The more you learned about Giorno, the more curious you became about his life.

“Well I have to work a decent amount of the time so you'll at least get some space, if Doppio isn't there. But there’s a guest room that you’ll have all to yourself.”

Doppio frowns. He spent more time in your house than you knew, and it wouldn't be as relaxing with someone who wasn't you there. Unaware of your friend’s disapproval, you stretch your arms in front of you, careful not to disturb the overstimulated cat on your lap. This not so small adventure was a nice change in your usual surroundings and schedule, but you were ready to get back to your own home.

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headoverjojo · 5 years

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Let's suppose that each member of the squadra survives his individual battle and ends up being rescued by the gang. How would react to the revelation that those who humiliated him spared his life and how would adapt to the fact that he must -for the needs of this fangirl- coexist with the member who defeated him? It may not seem like it but I'm not looking for something romantic / sexual (continued in anonymous message 2)

Hi there darling! Aaaaah such an interesting request ** Ok, here we go, hoping you like it!

La Squadra’s members surviving their individual battles are rescued by Bruno’s gang

(under the cut for length!)

Risotto Nero

He really, really thought he was finished. Aerosmith’s bullets had pierced his whole body, his consciousness was fading… but something brought him back. A new vital energy, a breath of life… when he opened his eyes, he saw the rockie, Giorno- Giorno Giovanna, and the new Capo, Bucciarati. They helped him to get up, they explained him the situation and, in exchange, he told them about the duality of Doppio. He almost called out Metallica again when the boy, Narancia, almost jumped on him screaming he was sorry, he was so sorry, he didn’t want to shot at him… what a strange team, Risotto thought. They almost didn’t even seem mafia men and, even more, traitors.

The first ones Risotto noticed were Giorno and Bruno. Not only because they were the first ones he saw, but because it was evident that they both were the leaders. Bruno was the official leader, the one his teammates would have followed even to hell and back, but Giorno was the one who always gave them hope when it all seemed lost, the beacon of light they all, Bruno too, followed. He saw in the young boy a future leader… a bit more of experience, a bit more of training and Giorno would have been a perfect Don.

His stand works better alone, but, if Risotto is willing to, it can work with others too. Especially for interrogations -as Metallica slowly wounds and chokes the target, Giorno can heal them back when needed- and defense -while Moody Blues is on replay, leaving Abbacchio vulnerable, Metallica can attack anyone in a five meters range-. Also, the whole group -Bruno in particular- is relieved to have such an expert fighter by their side -and one who’s responsible and can keep them in line-. With his power and experience, they have more chances to win! And Risotto could avenge his fallen comrades.

Prosciutto

His sight was going black, as life was slowly leaving his body. Still… the last thing he saw was Bucciarati charging for Pesci. He just hoped that his little brother could find the resolve to win… to take the turtle to Risotto and the others, to… to avenge their teammates… he didn’t even realize he had closed his eyes. He was fading away… but fate said no. So Prosciutto was brought back by Gold Experience’s energy and, what an irony, the first face he was wasn’t Pesci’s, but the man’s who had reduced him in a pulp. Just that… he wasn’t a pulp anymore. Gold Experience had mended every wound. He slowly got up, without accepting any help, studying himself. That was an amazing power…

The first thing that Prosciutto thinks about them all is that they are too soft. They’re all softies like Pesci. Being a mafia man is nothing like this. It’s all about duty, about work and missions. A well done mission means more days of life; failed ones just death. He tries to make them understand that this is not a game of some sort, to present them the reality as it is: they’re going to fight the Boss. The probabilities to end up all alive are really slightly. They better start to get used to it.

Even if for a first moment he holds a little grudge towards Bruno, it soon fades, as professionality replaces it. Bruno won thanks to his smartness and quick mind: it was fair. Prosciutto can just learn from this fight and it’s what he does: what doesn’t kill you, in the end, strengthens you. He starts to cooperate with Bruno, mostly to keep the others in line and always focused, as he was used to do with Pesci. In exchange, Bruno helps him to be a bit more positive: sometimes hope and a strenuous attachment to life can make the difference between victory and loss.

Pesci

Pesci couldn’t even scream, since Bucciarati had zipped him in so many pieces. With an eye he saw his aniki, more dead than alive, under the train’s wheels; with the other he saw Bucciarati’s stern and implacable face. He knew he was finished. He knew he had failed and disappointed not just his aniki, but the entire team, both the alive members and the dead ones. He was going to die with failure on his shoulders… just that he didn’t die. Bruno showed un unexpected mercy and used Sticky Fingers to recompone him again. At Pesci’s surprised gaze, Bruno just said that he would have been more useful alive than dead, watching him with a stern gaze that was so similar to his aniki’s.

Once Bruno -and Giorno- knew that the Squadra Esecuzioni wanted to kill the Boss, they told him not to say a word to the others, but to say that he had betrayed his squad to join them. It’s painful, but it’s the only way to keep the secret hidden and not to make Pesci be killed in an instant. And Pesci does so, even if with heavy heart. He stays aside, since Narancia and Mista are too loud and Fugo too angry, reminding him of Ghiaccio. Bruno and Giorno are busy planning their rebellion, Trish stays aside too… the only one approachable seems Abbacchio.

And, in the end, they can collaborate for real: Pesci’s Beach Boy can be useful both to investigation and to protect Abbacchio while his Moody Blues is replaying. This, and his meek attitude -if compared to his teammates’ one- helps him to integrate in the group and, when they openly betray the Boss, he can finally confess what his squad wanted to do since the beginning, making them all -and Trish- understand that the girl is fundamental to find the Boss. He apologizes to Trish for what he and his teammates have done, promising that, now he would have helped to protect her from her crazy father.

Formaggio

That burns were bad. Oh, they were so bad. Still, he managed not to die on spot, like the stubborn bastard he was, making Narancia freak out. Still, the boy decided to take him to the group, as hostage and to let Bucciarati and Mista interrogate him. Formaggio bounced back and forth from consciousness and almost comatose state until he felt something giving him finally a bit of relief: it was Gold Experience. When he opened his eyes, he growled, seeing that he was in those assholes’ hands. How could it happen?! Damn, Illuso was going to howl in laughters. Formaggio has been captured by a bunch of kids! he can already hear him. Why it had to happen to him?!

Still, once the interrogation ended -and it was Formaggio the first to find out Bruno’s real intentions about the Boss and just then he told him about the Squadra’s real goal- he’s free to stay with them. He observes them for a little -especially the Narancia boy. That damn kid… he seemed the weak link of the group, but oh, he was wrong. The boy was reckless, but also smart. And willing to do anything to get out alive. He admired it, all in all. He reminded Formaggio himself when he was younger.

So, even if he doesn’t bond a lot with all of them -he’s still loyal to his team, he’s just waiting to talk to all of his teammates, one by one, to convince them to join forces with Bruno’s team- the one with whom he bonds a little more is, what an irony, Narancia. He’s sincerely impressed by the boy’s hidden talent and he doesn’t shy away when he has to say it, making Narancia more than surprised: he’s not used to receive compliments. And from an elite member of Passione? It’s, weirdly, even more meaningful. Narancia takes Formaggio’s words to his heart, gaining more confidence about his ability in fighting, even following some of the assassin’s advices. It’s a great chance for him to mature!

Melone

Melone’s saving had been actually pretty strange. The gang decided to follow the snake, to be sure that the assassin would have been dead soon. However, they changed their mind halfaway and the new plan was to take the assassin as hostage and interrogate him. And so it happens: Melone was caught without he could even have the chance to fight back. Bruno and Giorno were the one who interrogated him and to discover about their plan and Trish’s role in this. They formed a strange alliance with Melone: when time comes, he would have been with them to kill the Boss; meanwhile he had to say them what he knew.

And so he stays around, saved by Bruno’s order not to touch or hurt him, since he’s a resource. Melone passes his time studying them and working on Babyface, creeping the hell out them all. The only who doesn’t seem weirded out is that Giorno, the rockie one. Interesting… and his stand power is even more interesting. Maybe could there be a way to combine their stand power? His mind is overwhelmed. So many possibilities, so many experiments…! And Giorno seems even interested in trying!

So, Melone is allowed to study Gold Experience’s powers, seeing how they work, both to destroy and to heal, all while thinking about how to combine them to his Babyface. In the end he doesn’t manage to do so, but still, it was an interesting experiment. At least it seems that he earned, even if not a friend, at least an ally, in Bucciarati’s team: Giorno seems to see over Melone’s surfaced creepiness and weirdness, appreciating his sharp mind and thirsty curiosity. For Melone it’s new: aside Risotto, the others, even in his team, always thought that he was a weirdo. It’s… nice, for once, not being so. His stand power is ambiguous and he knows it, but no one seems to ever see beyond this.

Illuso

As for Giorno, Illuso was graced thanks to the sunlight. Purple Haze’s poison didn’t kill him and, after a small consult, the three decided to keep him alive and interrogate him. Even if Fugo didn’t like a lot the idea, seeing the danger represented by Illuso, he still agreed to it and, after having tied him -and having took away every mirror- they brought him to the refuge, where Bruno and Mista interrogated him. Illuso didn’t say a word, or better, he was unnervingly quiet while smirking ‘till Mista was in the room; when the boy left, Illuso told Bruno that he knew his gaze, the gaze of a traitor. And so he explained his team’s story and why they wanted to kill the Boss, leaving Bruno more and more baffled.

Bruno lets him stay with them, as “hostage”, officially, in reality as informer. Illuso knows so many things about the organization, even more than the Squadra Informazioni itself. Illuso hates wholeheartedly the Boss -and his Unità Speciale- so he’s ready to do everything to see him fall, even allying with a group of kids. He doesn’t care a lot about them -until they’re useful to his team’s goal, they’re fine-. Still, he’s pretty amazed by that bunch of kids… they are like his squad when they were starting to climb the ranks…

The one who picks more his attention is Fugo. The same boy who was so near to kill him off. He’s interested in Purple Haze’s powers: how do they work? How does Purple Haze act? He wants to see it and also see the stand’s true potential: it’d be really useful for his files. So he offers Fugo the mirror world, where he couldn’t hurt anyone, as his training arena. Here Illuso observes how Fugo maneuvers the stand, noticing his fear and disgust towards that stand that, in the end, it’s a part of himself. He… knows how it feels: in the beginning he didn’t like his stand too. It was the stand of a freak, not of an assassin. Still, he made it… he finds himself helping Fugo with Purple Haze, shouting advices from afar. Who knows… maybe that boy too would have managed to properly use such a powerful stand, one day.

Ghiaccio

Ghiaccio didn’t die on spot for sheer luck. And for sheer luck Giorno had mercy and healed him before life could abandon him, to keep him as informer and hostage, knowing that there was still one of the Squadra Esecuzioni around. It wasn’t… easy having him around. Ghiaccio was absolutely upset about the whole situation and hadn’t qualms to express it loudly and boldy. He almost spit on Bruno’s face, but then, after Venice, things changed. The team had openly betrayed the Boss… and Ghiaccio, even if prideful, could recognize a strong group, when he saw one. And Bucciarati’s team was strong. Maybe… maybe strong enough to kill the Boss.

Then, he agrees to collaborate with them, after explaining the whole thing and Trish’s role. He doesn’t have any interest in socializing with the other members: he has just one goal and it’s to kill off the Boss. End of the story. He’s not here to make friends, even less to befriend the ones who eliminated his teammates. He still shivers remembering that he had heard Melone dying on the phone. It’s… a hard alliance to accept. But he’s willing to eat his pride and do so. For Sorbetto, for Gelato, for all his fallen teammates. For Risotto, the only one left of the once feared Squadra Esecuzioni.

The only who picks a bit his interest is the gunman, Mista. He was the one who had the idea to use the other’s boy stand -Gold Experience?- to fool him and that, in the end, even almost sacrificing his life, managed to beat him. Ghiaccio admires his determination and resolve: it’s something uncommon even among the seniors, figures among the organization’s kids… and his stand, the Pistols, it reminds him a bit of Metallica. Even if Ghiaccio never approaches Mista, there’s a sort of solidarity among them, made of slight nods and mutual respect. Mista too admires the assassin, especially after the whole squad’s story: he too would have acted like this, if the Boss had killed so brutally his teammates.

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