Giorno and Mista met with the group after their battle with the man waiting at the dock.
"Sheesh," you grimaced. Mista was the one who was injured the most, and Giorno looked a bit better than him physically, but still in bad shape. "You guys really took a beating huh."
"Thanks for letting me know what I'm injured (y/n), I really needed that thanks." He laced the end of the sentence with sarcasm, but you really couldn't care less.
"You're welcome!" flashing a grin before Bucciarati handed you some clothes.
"Here, I found this from a local shop while we headed here. It should be your size, and it should fit nicely. Obviously due to the last fight, with all due respect, it looked like you needed some new ones."
"Nah, it's fine, I needed to get rid of these pants anyways." You waved him off and went to change.
You took the clothes with a quick thank you and rushed inside the girl's bathroom to change into them. When you were done, you looked at yourself in the mirror.
You wore a long flowy skirt that reached the top of your heels. The skirt seemed to have a long opening from the upper thigh and down to create style. The skirt had a pattern that reminded you of a Cheshire Cat, with the eyes having a yellow glow to it. The Cats were divided in squares, all being the same picture, but with different directions and colors. The top you wore was simple. It was a well covered bralette type style, but with a thicker material and in a dark blue color with one strap supporting the top on the left shoulder. The bralette had a slight V neck, which showed some of your clevage, giving you a more mature look.
(A/N): (basically Trish's fit, but blue with cats on it and not math symbold and more modest. :)
You spun around, admiring yourself in the mirror. You decided to put up your hair as a final touch and exit.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?"
Narancia was busy getting his chin nearly sliced with a knife before you decided to act. The man had pink hair and was wearing cleaning clothes, so you assumed that the unknown man wasn't really a cleaning guy, but an enemy. You kicked the man by shins, flipped him over so he wouldn't even think to try anything funny. Just when you were about to kneel down on the pink man's neck, you heard an order from Bucciarati.
"Wait! Everyone stop! Including you, (y/n)!"
"Could you be," Bucciarati stopped, choosing his words carefully. "That voice... I know it!" He pointed to a short old man, whose eyes had seemed to depart from each other. You quickly got off the ground, quick to not cause a scene because you had a feeling this was an important person.
"All of you, bow. This is Mr. Pericolo, one of the Capos of Passione.'
"I came to accept the 10 billion lire, Bucciarati."
All of you bowed at once as soon as he spoke. You couldn't believe it. You were in the presence of an actual Capo.
'I wonder how Giorno feels right now' you wondered. 'He's only been here for like two days, yet so much has happened!'
"You two there," he spoke, pointing to you and Narancia. "Sorry about earlier. This one is sensitive to being touched so suddenly." 'You already made a bad impression on him (y/n), you can't slip up again!'
"Yes sir, I promise to act better on my behalf, I accept your apology Capo, thank you." You bowed.
Narancia just shook his head. "Yeah, yeah it's cool- OW! Fugo what was that for?!?"
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FanfictionA new member of the Passione walks in, enchanting you with his golden hair and beautiful personality. And just like that, you're intrigued by him. Who knew that he would change your life, and was it even for the better? ──────── ────୨ৎ──── ───── ⋆.˚...
