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Attack Like an Explosion Retreat Like a Storm

Pannacotta Fugo stared down at the post-it note held in his hand, repeating the address he had precisely penned down to himself in a quiet whisper another 3, 4, 5 times. Was he going to do this? Would he really get away with it? Was it worth the risk. He trembled for a moment, cleared his throat, then nodded decidedly, clenching his fist.

Yes. It was worth it. He checked his watch. 12AM. Perfect. The others should all be asleep, he can leave quietly without them stopping him. He gathered his bag and slung it over his shoulder, before opening the door to his room and stepping out into the dark hallway of the villa he and the other members of Bucciarti’s crew stayed in. His steps were measured and silent as a cat as he crept swiftly down the hall, past bedrooms, and then down the stairs.

He made it all the way down without interruption, and grabbed the keys for the car Bruno had rented out recently from the key hook.

“Fugo…?” He turned quickly, hearing the quiet voice calling to him in question. He looked and saw the sparkling, violet eyes of his partner Narancia peering at him through the dark.

“……Go back to bed Narancia.”

“What are you doing up so late, with the keys?” Narancia inquired, pointing to his hand that was still freshly gripping the car keys.

“I told you go back to bed! Idiot! This is none of your business!” He spat back, his voice a much louder tone than he’d wanted it to be.

“Moron! It is my business if you’re going creeping out at midnight with how you’ve been acting lately! How do I know you’re not going out there to do something dangerous!” Narancia shouted back, pointing at him rapidly again several times.

Fugo took a deep breath and shut his eyes a moment, before looking calmly at Narancia once more. “I’m not going to do anything self-destructive or whatever like you think, okay? I’m not going to hurt myself. So just go back to bed now, I’ll be back in a couple of hours, and I’ll see you then so that you KNOW I’m okay.”

Narancia shook his head “……I’m going with you. You’re safer if you’re not going alone. I’m not going to stop you from leaving, but I’m going with you.”

Fugo sighed in exasperation, shaking his head a moment. “Fine. You can come. But you STAY in the CAR, and you keep your mouth SHUT, and you make sure absolutely NO ONE sees you. This is important. You HAVE to promise to do this AND promise you don’t tell Bucciarti or Abbachio about ANY of this.” Fugo stated, one hand on his hip, tapping his foot impatiently. He had to leave soon. He was determined to.

Narancia nodded in agreement. “I promise. I swear.” He said, and the pair headed out the door, down the walkway, to the car, Narancia climbing into the backseat as Fugo started up the car.

They drove down the road for several minutes in silence, Fugo’s hands tense on the wheel, his teeth grinding together in anticipation, his gaze fixed straight ahead. He was doing his best to keep holding, holding onto the world around him, and the moment of time he was in, and now annoying Narancia was here because he just HAD to follow him everywhere. ‘He always has, since that day. He just won’t leave me alone, it can’t be helped. Ever since I brought him to the diner. He’s right there. He’s stuck like glue to my hip.’ He thought to himself, and smiled a little fondly at the thought, before rolling his eyes and staring back out again at the road ahead. ‘He just doesn’t understand. This is serious. This is important, and it’s something only I can do.’

“Hey…Fugo…this is the way to the like, super fancy neighborhoods. Are you going the right way?” Narancia called from the back.

“I told you to stay quiet. I know where I’m going okay? You don’t even know what I’m out for, so keep to yourself.” Fugo replied, more harshly than he meant to.

“Well, you could tell me since I’m already here…I don’t know what it could be you’d have to keep it from me…” Narancia huffed a little, folding his arms and leaning back against his seat.

Fugo pulled the car over in front of a nice house, with an iron gate wrapping around its yard, turning off the car lights several blocks before he finally parked. He turned back to Narancia. “It’s personal business. Okay? It’s my personal business. It’s…something I need to take care of.” He said in reply, his voice low and even and calm. “There won’t be any risk. I’m not going to get into any more trouble than we usually do, and you have nothing to worry about. Just stay here quietly in the car. I’ll be back before you know it.”

Narancia reached out suddenly and grabbed the blond’s hand gently in his own, squeezing it a moment, looking up into his pale blue eyes. “You better not be doing anything stupid Fugo. You’re a genius, so you don’t have any excuse.” He said sternly, but his eyes were gentle, and his face warm.

Fugo looked back at him, stunned, and then laughed softly. “Not YOU telling ME not to be reckless.” He shook his head, and returned the gentle squeeze Narancia gave his hand in equal measure. “I will be safe, and I’ll be okay. AND I’ll be back, you’ll see. Don’t worry.” Fugo said, before finally leaving the car.

Fugo opened the iron gate slowly and as silently as he could manage, shutting it behind him before walking quietly up the path to the house. He slid his bag down his arm and reached inside it, retrieving some tools and using them to carefully pick the lock on the door to the house. He knew the house well. He’d been here before, several times, years ago and his stomach suddenly lurched forward as he remembered it, his eyes glazing over slightly in his head. It wasn’t something he wanted to remember. Wasn’t a feeling he wanted to have. ‘That’s why you’re here. Steady yourself.’ He thought. There were some advantages to having been here before. He knew the layout of the house. Knew it had no security cameras. ‘…Tch. For obvious reasons.’ He knew exactly where he was headed…and knew that the man he was here to see…would be alone.

He slipped into the house like a ghost, and shut the door carefully behind him, before heading determinedly up the stairs, his heart pounding in his chest, a familiar hot feeling rushing to his ears and cheeks, his teeth clenched again, as he headed towards the door at the end of the hall.

He stepped inside, no longer intending to remain silent now, and gazed at the elderly man, sleeping in the bed before him. “Wake up.” He said sharply, glaring down at the man. “Wake the hell up.” He repeated, both of his fists clenched, his knuckles white with rage.

The man’s eyes suddenly shot open, and he stared up at Fugo in terror. “Wh-who are you?” He called out in fear.

“Who indeed. I guess I look a bit different now. Now that I’m not some scared, vulnerable young boy. No. I don’t know why I thought you’d recognize me, even after you’d stalk the halls and library for me, for any moment you could get me alone, and offer me a ‘helping hand’. I don’t know why I thought you’d recognize me, even after ruining my childhood.” He spoke to the man in silent fury. “After breaking my heart, tearing out the last small bit of innocence I had left in my already bitter, 13 year old soul. But maybe this will clear things up.” Fugo spoke evenly, and grabbed a large, heavy textbook from his bag, holding it high in the air before dumping the bag to the wood floor with a thud.

“P-Pannacotta Fugo!” The man cried out in shock

Fugo nodded. “I hospitalized you for a little over a month last time. If the university security hadn’t pulled me away from you, I’d have killed you…well, I’m here tonight to finish what I started that day. I’m here to get revenge on you for what you did to me!” He growled, his face contorted in rage, tears burning their way down his cheeks. “You ruined my LIFE!” He screamed, and brought the textbook down on the former professor’s head as hard as he possibly could, beating the man violently and bludgeoning him as heavily and as intensely as he could manage. Pannacotta Fugo felt the rage that had been bubbling up inside him for years come exploding out of him, as he continued to pound the textbook into the professor’s head, climbing onto the bed on top of him, holding him down with the force of all of his weight and muscle. The professor screamed out in pain and fear, but Fugo screamed even louder. “I never got to finish university! I can’t have a normal relationship! I can’t have a normal FRIENDSHIP! And it’s all! Because! Of YOU! You RUINED ME!” He continued on, and heard bones cracking, and felt blood spurting beneath his hands, onto his clothes as the professor’s face became a soft, wet, pulp beneath him until there was nothing of a face left and no life left within him. He breathed no more. His life was over.

Fugo felt the wave of his rage washing away from him, his body shaking lightly as he sat there a moment atop the now dead professor. Calm tears now delicately rained down his cheeks, and he sighed in relief, before stepping down from the bed and onto the floor once more, snapping back to reality. He gathered his textbook, and his bag, and shut the door, heading downstairs and out the way he came.

Fugo ventured down the path, back to the car and stepped inside, starting it up and heading down the road, waiting until they left the neighborhood before turning the headlights on again.

“F-Fugo! You’re covered in blood!” Narancia cried, staring at Fugo in the front seat. Fugo merely nodded in response.

“I am.” He said quietly, then added “Not mine.” And drove on for several moments in silence, his demeanor much more calm than it had been on the ride out.

Narancia sat thinking in the silence, gazing still at the back of his friend’s head, blood matted into his blond hair, before speaking once more, calmly. “Hey……Fugo…..no one is around…I…can you pull over in the alley coming up, so I can move up front?” He asked softly.

Fugo clenched his teeth a little in frustration. “We need to get home, I don’t really have time to stop considering—“

“Please Panni……” Narancia requested again, gently.

Fugo sighed in exasperation and pulled off suddenly into the alleyway as requested, shutting off the car and all the lights. “Come on. Be quick.” He said, his hands still on the steering wheel.

Narancia scrambled out from the backseat, and to the front, clambering into the passenger seat clumsily, nearly spilling onto Fugo as he gently grappled him into a hug. “P-Panni…I’m so stupid…but it…it all makes sense now…” he said, crying a little. “You went to see that awful university professor didn’t you?” He asked, and he looked at Fugo, tears streaming down his face.

Fugo gasped in surprise and looked back at him, before gathering himself and nodding. “Yeah. I did.” He replied simply, hugging Narancia back. “I took care of him, finally.” He added, patting Narancia’s back.

Narancia kept his hold on him for what felt like several minutes before speaking again. “How do you feel…?” He asked, a little concerned, and a little curious.

“Better. Vindicated.” Fugo replied.

“Do you think…you’ll ever regret it?” Narancia asked, still a little concerned.

“Never.” Fugo replied honestly, before hugging Narancia tighter, sitting with him awhile. “…Thanks for coming with me. This…helped me after all I think…” he nodded, before letting him go.

“I wouldn’t leave you alone…Even if it’s annoying.” Narancia replied, sitting back comfortably in the passenger’s seat.

“It’s not annoying. Neither are you.” Fugo said, and finally started up the car, and began their journey back down the road, and to home again.

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