Who They Are

Who They Are

 Summary:  After deciding to trust the fellow, you take their hand and make your escape.  You have no idea who he is or how he knew what he knew or if he was telling the truth.  Hopefully though, he was telling the truth.  It would explain so much to you about your “family” and why you are treated like you are. ...as well as why they- well, that’s another story.

(This was written on a desk-top btw, I apologize if the formatting is weird)

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     After evading the possible kidnapping, you started to observe your “savior.”  He was a tall fellow. Olive skin, fit physique, medium hair, and semi-broad shoulders. His clothes were neatly put together, which suggest an organized life. The clothes weren't bright or crazy, but they were basic and dark, which tells you that he doesn't want to stick out.

What you didn't realize was that you were staring at him. At first, he decided to ignore your eyes on him, but after a while, it got creepy.

"Not to be rude, but why are you staring at me," the man asked.

Widening your eyes, you looked away, "I was observing you."

The man makes a noise of acknowledgment after a while, making you doubt if he believed you. But seeming as he let it go, you were too.

"Alright, just through there," the man said.

Looking at where he was talking, you froze. The building was old and worn down, but you could recognize it anywhere.

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'hmm'

'mama, papa?'

'Why are we at Edrigia' (E-Dri-gi-a)

'You're going to be here for a while, until we come back'

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Blinking rapidly, you shook out of it, "I'm sorry, what was it?"

"Y/n.....Y/n......Y/N!!"

"As I was saying, we'll need to cut through here. There's nothing to worry about, I just cut through yesterday, it's deserted," he informed.

"What’s your name," you asked.

"That’s hardly im-"

"You've drug me from danger and to this place and I would like the name of the man I'm supposedly supposed to be trusting," you sassed, stopping in your tracks and crossing your arms.

Sighing, the man stopped and turned around, looking at your posture of defiance, "Fine. My name (is Jeff) is L’Rod.”

Cocking your head to the side and furrowing your eyebrows a bit, you repeated it with confusion, “L’Rod?” 

“Yes, now let’s keep moving,” he grunted, turning around continuing on.

As you were following behind him, you still pondered over his name. ‘Was it an alias? most likely, but hey, anything his possible right? Right.’ Letting out a puff of air, you shook your head of those thoughts.  With everything that’s happened so far, it’d be best if you had a clear mind.  Ahead of you, L’Rod pondered over your behavior.  You didn’t seem to act much like your mother, so maybe you relate more with your father. Grunting he cleared those thoughts out, he had to be observant and on high alert not wondering about his-

“Sooooo...Why were those guys tryna kill me,” you inquired, successfully bringing him out of his thoughts.

“I’ll tell you when we get to our destination,” he answered curtly, letting you know he wasn’t going to answer anymore questions.

Sighing, you guys continued your stretch to wherever you were going.  At least it was a beautiful night. The pale moonlight beautifully illuminated the worn building, giving you a chance to see the growing greenery on and around it. Gosh, you wished you had a camera, it was truly something out of the land of make-believe.  When you entered the building you were blown away. It complimented the outside well.

(credits to the owner of this image) 

As L’rod went on he noticed your lack of footsteps and turned to see you admiring the place. 

“Come on, y/n,” he called, pullign you out of your trance, “we need to go to my safe place. Who knows, we could’ve been followed.”

Nodding, you gave the place on last once-over before trotting up to him. Mentally, he kicks himself, he could have been nicer, he’d apologize for the possible harshness once you two got to his safe haven.  For now, he had to put more emphasis on you and your well-being, his included. So pushing the matter aside, he refocused and started forward, making sure you were in tow.  It was going to be a long night.

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     The Capo and Informant had just finished telling what happened in the interrogation to the now 18 year old Don.  Sighing, he frowned a bit, taking in the information. Obviously they were being targeted by someone, the question is who? Ever since the changes he’s made, Passione has gained a lot of enemies. But from the way the information was being told, it seemed this has been planned for a while, given that the two men knew almost everything about them- excluding their stands and abilities thank goodness.

    “It seems you were right again Bucciarati,” the Don began with a light chuckle. Bucciarati had previously made the Don aware about things that could happen once he took control of Passione and had been right about a few of them. Privately, the capo had told him about a dream where something like this happened.  It seems he was perceptive even in the dream realm. “We’ll have to be very cautious and observe everyone of our enemies.  Abbacchio, Mista I need you go back to the restaurant you guys were dinning at and gather information.”

   Grunting, the white haired man nodded, while the gunslinger gave an audible response. 

   Moving on, the Don continued, “Fugo, I need you to hack into our visitors’ phones, check and see who they’ve been communicating with and look into them all. It’s strenuous, but I know you can do it, I’ll help you as well. Bucciarati, Narancia, I need you two to see what people on the street are saying. It’s risky but together, you two are invincible.”

   The Don looks out the window, knowing that this would be the last night of peace for them all.  War was about to begin.

“Dismissed...we all need to rest up for what’s about to begin...we may be on the verge of another war,” The Don clarifies going over to his desk.

    The others in the room quietly left-aside from Bucciarati. Sensing the stress on the young man, the capo stayed to talk with him.

“Giorno, that means you rest too,” Bucciarati stated, watching the younger nod slightly.

“I know but-”

“No buts,” the latter cut him off, “Tomorrow we’ll all start on our work,” Bucciarati finished, scolding the younger slightly.

  Knowing the older man wasn’t going to give up, the younger man gave in, “Alright, Bucciarati, you win. I’ll rest.”

   Bucciarati made a hum of approval, waiting until Giorno was done locking up his office so they could depart together.  As they were going to their place of residency, the pair knew that they had to be cautious about this enemy, not wanting to have any repeats as to what happened in the other war. They had all almost lost their lives in that fight,  Abbacchio, Narancia, and Bucciarati had the worst injuries though. Clearing their heads from those thoughts, they put their minds to different things.  Giorno thinking about the two mens’ possible identities and Bruno thinking as to why they wanted Y/n so badly and why her name sounded so familiar.

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'mama, papa?'

'hmm'

'why are we at Edrigia?' (E-Dri-g-a)

'You're going to be here for a while, until we come back'

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Update!!

Hi guys!! First and foremost, I would like to say, I'm not dead. A lot was happening and I haven't really been given a chance to work on the "Who Are..." series. I would like to thank you for your patience, likes, and follows!! I'll try to have a regualt upload schedule as well. Again thank you for your patience, follows, and likes!

~Kizzy

Chapter 2 of who are you 👉🏻👈🏻

Yes, I’m sorry it took so long!! Chapter 2 is out now :)

Interrogating Them

   Summary:  From the last chapters, you were made aware of the characters and certain situation they’ve found themselves in.  In this chapter, you will find out about what happened after someone-under the capo’s orders-knocked out the suited men.  If you have not read ‘Who Are You’ or ‘Who Are They’ go back and read those chapters, you won’t understand some of this if you don’t.

Warning: Hint of violence

   Sitting at her desk, the older woman sighs as she hears the commotion from outside of her office doors.

  KNOCK

  KNOCK

  KNOCK

      “Enter.”

      “Ma’am...he found her.  He’s going to tell her everything and our asset told us that the capo and subordinate from the Don’s personal group interfered!! We- maybe we should just stop you know? Because the Don of Passione is a powerful man and let’s not get started on the capo!! That capo could bring all of down with just one word from-”

  “Enough,” the lady growled, cutting off her subordinate's panicking, "Tell our precious subordinates to take them out.”

  “Who-”

  “The Don, his personal subordinates, HIM, and lastly Naples’ darling Capo.  With them out of the way,” The woman stopped to chuckle, “the girl will be mine once more and I will get revenge on the people who took my lovers’ lives.”

   Gulping the man nervously walks out the room, already dialing his contacts.  Back in the office, the woman pulls out a manila folder labeled ‘Y/N PANE’.

“Carbonara, YOU, Pomodoro...the girl is going to be mine.”

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   Back at Passione's Headquarters, the two suited men were being interrogated. Each man in two separate rooms and two separate interrogators.

Room 1

"Look, just tell us what we wanna know-"

"Or what," the first suited man sneered, cutting off the gunslinger.

Taking a deep breath and remembering what the Don told him, the gunslinger continued, "Or I won't be so nice. Now, why were you after the girl?"

"Why are you so interested in the girl, Guido Mista?"

The gunslinger paused, a cold, deadly gleam started to present itself inside of his eyes. But, seeing as the suited man could not sense the danger, he pressed on.

"Is Don Giorno Giovanna invested in her? Or- let me guess," the suited man smirked, not knowing the monstrous rage that was about to be let upon him if he continued, "Bruno Bucciarati's trying to get you to save his precious putt-"

"Shut up," the gunslinger spat, venom lacing in the two syllables and shooting the man the shoulder.

    The man’s painful yelp echoed throughout the white room.  Startled, he looked up, swallowing with fear as he saw the icy glare coming from the man above him.  He had previously known about the man- they all had- and the look that was being given to him at that moment did not fit the profile made about him.  The look was cold-deadly even and coupled with the gunslinger’s height and clenching of his jaw, it made the suited man want to run far, far away.  Realizing that he pushed the man too far, he internally cursed and tried not to alert the gunslinger of his fear.

    “First, you resist, then,” the gunslinger paused, letting a deep, dark chuckle escape his throat, ”You have the nerve to let mine and Giorno’s name slip out from between those bloody lips of yours and lastly,” a sickening smile etched its way onto Mista’s face, “You tarnished Bucciarati’s name.”

    The next things being heard throughout out the room were screams and cries of pain along with angered curses from the esteemed interrogator.  Outside the room, Abbacchio frowns at the names that slipped from the suited man’s lips.

  Grabbing a small black phone, Abbacchio presses a contact and hold it up to his ear, saying two words when the person on the other end picks up, “...codice rosso.”(code red)

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 Room 2

   “Listen, just tell us what we wanna know,” the blonde said, a bored expression spread across his face.

   With a bloodied nose, busted lip, bruised eye, and tears of embarrassment flowing down his face, the other suited fellow still refused. He refused to have his pride bruised any further than it already was.  Realizing this, the boy with questionable fashion heaved a sigh before walking out.  Surprised, the detained man froze, but soon let out a breathy laugh and a pained smile of relief spread across his face.

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   “Now, my subordinate tells me that you’re quite a tricky one,” Bucciarati stated in a low sultry tone.

   Biting his lip, he failed to hide the hopeless look that flashed in his eyes as the capo crouched down in front of him.  Seeing this, the capo internally smirked and knew that the man would tell him everything he needed to know- starting with him and his comrade’s names.

   “Why don’t we start from the basics, hm? What’s you and your partners’ names?”

  Hanging his head in shame and defeat, the man started, “My name is Exo and the man in the other room’s name is Theo.  Just like you, we’re part of an organization...one that can bring Passione crumbling down.”

  Pausing at his words, Bucciarati locked eye contact with his subordinate as that was the signal that was perfected for dire moments like these.  ‘already on it’ the subordinate thought while dialing the same person Abbacchio did.

  When the person picked up, the blond haired subordinate said the same two words that was told to them moments before, “Codice rosso.”

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   Sighing, another man with blond hair sat in his office, a shadow covering part of his face. Minutes apart, he had just gotten the same message from two of his trusted subordinates. ‘You were right again Bucciarati’ the man thought, shaking his head.

KNOCK

KNOCK

KNOCK

“Come in.”

  The door opened, revealing another male with messy black hair and a back pack.  

“Mission completed Don.”

“Good...look I know you’re tired...but we may have an....issue that will require all of us to fight...again,” the don stated slowly.

“Do we have a plan yet?”

“Not yet.”

KNOCK

KNOCK

KNOCK

“Come in.”

  The door opened, revealing a frowning gunslinger, capo, hacker, and information retriever.  After all of them piled into the office, the capo closed and locked the door.

“So,” the don started, “let’s begin.”

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