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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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