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Alright, readers here's the progress of the pairing!

Mista - 30

Oc - 24

Mista is pulling ahead!

Mission Complete! Bucciarati Is a Capo - Onto the Next Mission!

"Ah...I have to be careful with my transformations. I don't have a lot of energy."

Upon the winding rocky roadway, a man was taking a stroll enjoying the scenic view.

A trotting sound got the man's attention and his jaw dropped as a deer-like animal ran by.

"The Pronghorn Antelope! These animals can not only reach speeds of up to 60 mph but they can maintain that speed for quite some time! The pronghorn's have distinctive hooves with two long pointed toes that cushion them as they run. They run with their mouths open to take in more oxygen to fuel their muscles."

After running almost to the top of the mountain road Fiamma caught up with the truck, but that's only because it had stopped. Fiamma stopped using Wild Thing going back to normal before nimbly climbing on top of the truck.

What she was met with was a wounded Mista and what appeared to be the corpse of the enemy, Squadra.

"Oh, you got him. Hmm is he dead?"

Fiamma sent a kick to Squadra's side and the man gurgled in the pool of blood he was lying in.

"No, he's alive."

Fiamma looked at Mista and pointed at him.

"Ah, you're bleeding quite a lot there. We should get back and get that treated."

Fiamma looked over the edge of the truck looking into the driver's side window, her sudden appearance scaring the man.

"Hey. This guy up here is bleeding so we need to go back down the mountain. Start driving," Fiamma said

She pulled her head back and the driver sat there frozen both confused and scared.

Fiamma's head reappeared and the man jumped once again startled.

"That wasn't an option. Drive." Fiamma firmly stated

The Driver let out a scared squeal through his teeth but nodded his head. He started the truck up again, turning it around to go back down the mountain. Fiamma satisfied, nodded, pulling her head away.

With the threat eliminated the group met up again heading to the location of Polpo's hidden treasure. But first, the group had to make a pit stop to patch up the injured Mista. Fiamma took to carrying the man, things would only be harder if he passed out. Mista did not seem to mind being in the woman's arms, and Fiamma wasn't oblivious to the man's head that crept close to her chest. That's why when they arrived at their location, a restroom, Fiamma unceremoniously dropped Mista on the sink.

Fugo closely examined Mista's wound.

"Yeah, you're going to have to go to the hospital."

"I know that! I'm asking you to do something in the meantime!" Mista said

"Vey well." Fugo reached in a bag pulling out a stapler.

"H-Het, Fugo, you aren't-"

Mista had every right to be nervous as Fugo without hesitation stapled Mista's wound shut.

"What the hell is this!"

"Staples!" Narancia pointed with laughter. "But wow, it actually closed up, just like closing a comic book!"

"Narancia, could you wrap up his stomach with masking tape now?" Fugo asked

"Sure."

"You sure this isn't going to get infected?" Mista questioned

"Don't worry about a thing."

"Actually, you know, I kinda like it."

"Would you quiet down."

Bucciarati entered the restroom with Giorno and Abbacchio.

"Well done, you guys. Thanks to you, we were able to get to Capri safely. Zucchero, who attacked us on the boat and the guy Mista handled, are both passed out on the boat. No need to worry about them anymore."

"Then let's hurry up to the place where the ten billion lire is hidden!" Narancia said

"Where did you hide it, Bucciarati? A hidden safe at the bank? Or maybe you buried it in a cave on the island?" Abbacchio asked

Bucciarati pulled up the sleeve of his suit looking at his watch. "Could you wait just a little longer?"

"Why is that? Why are you so worried about the time?" Fugo asked

"Shh!" Narancia suddenly whispered, putting a finger over his mouth.

He walked out of the bathroom to see two people outside cleaning. One was a rather short older man and the other was a pink-haired boy.

"Hey, you guys. Were still in here, so how 'bout it? Can't you do the cleaning later?"

The boy stopped cleaning looking at Narancia.

"Does your name happen to be Toilette?"

"Huh? What was that?"

The boy pointed at a sign. "If your name is actually Toilette, that would mean this is your house. You can boss around anyone you want in your own house. But if that isn't the case, you've got no right to boss me around."

With that said the boy moved, going to enter the restroom.

"Huh? Hey, wait, dumbass!" Narancia put a hand on the boy's shoulder as he whipped out a knife putting at the boy's neck. "Didn't you hear me? I said not to go in there!"

The boy showed no fear whatsoever. He dropped his mop swiftly, turning around bending Narancia's arm so the knife was now pointing at the person holding it.

"Wh-what the hell do you think you're doing?! You want a piece of me!? I'll kill you!"

Narancia whipped out a second knife aiming to stab the boy.

"Wait!"

Narancia paused, knife inches from the boy's neck.

"Why did you stop me?!"

"Everyone. Stop Narancia!" Bucciarati said

The old man, who hadn't stopped sweeping the entire time finally halted in his task looking up.

"That voice...It appears we've kept you waiting."

"All of you, bow," Bucciarati ordered. "This is Mr. Pericolo, one of the capos of Passione."

"I came to accept the ten billion lire, Bucciarati."

Everyone bowed at Pericolo, except Fiamma as she didn't know why she had to do so. Giorno helped though, by forcibly pushing the girls head down so she was copying everyone else.

"I contacted him as soon as we reached the island. Mr. Pericolo came all this way to accept the money. Thank you so much for coming all this way, sir," Bucciarati said

"No, no. I'm the one who said I wanted to come. All of you, lift your heads." Pericolo looked to Giorno and Fiamma. "You two must be the newbies I heard about."

"Yes, sir," Giorno responded for both himself and Fiamma.

Pericolo pointed at Giorno. "Bucciarati's told me all about you." He then focused on Fiamma. "You...I've heard many things about you, but not from Bucciarati. You're the Beast of the Night, correct?"

Fiamma nodded her head. "Yeah."

Bucciarati and the rest of the men were confused by the title. Beast of the Night was some kind of an urban legend around the main city, but Fiamma was it?

"A creature that stalks the night, pouncing upon unsuspecting victims, dragging them deep into the darkness of the night, only their echoing screams left behind. To think of such a young woman who was the source of such stories. Now that you two have joined Passione, you're basically family. You're free to call me Mr. Pericolo."

"Ol-"

Giorno covered Fiamma's mouth. "Thank you, sir."

Pericolo turned to Narancia. "You're there. Sorry about earlier. This one doesn't like being touched." He gestured to his young companion.

"Sure."

His simple answer got Narancia a swift punch in the stomach from Fugo.

"You!"

"You mean, 'Yes, sir!'"

"Mr. Pericolo," Bucciarati spoke up. "Why are you dressed up as a janitor? "

"There's a perfectly good reason for this. I'll tell you later. More importantly, you do have it, don't you? The ten billion lire to hand over to the organization." Pericolo said

"Yes, sir. Right here." Bucciarati gestured to the restrooms.

"What? What did you just say?!"

"He said it's right here!"

"Here?!"

Bucciarati put on a pair of gloves approaching the urinals.

"Bucciarati where is it? All I see are urinals," Fugo said

Sticky Fingers came out and punched one of the urinals. Two zippers appeared and opened revealing a mass of gold and jewelry hidden within.

The group gasped amazed at the sight.

"Gross but smart." Fiamma thought

"I-It was inside the urinal?!" Abbacchio said

"I mean that's as safe as it gets! Sucks to be the guys who've been peeing there this whole time!" Mista said

Fiamma zoned out as Pericolo examined the goods making sure they were the real deal. When it was confirmed that the jewels and gold were real everyone exited the restroom.

"The reality this fortune shows us is that the owner is intelligent and trustworthy. Congratulations, Bucciarati. You've been promoted to the position of Capo."

"H-Hell, yeah! He's a Capo! Bucciarati's finally a Capo!" Narancia exclaimed

"You'll be taking over Polpo's turf, now that he's dead. You'll be overseeing the gambling, money-lending, and smuggling at the harbor, as well as the restaurants and hotels in Naples. Fifty percent of the profit will go to the organization, and the other fifty will be yours. By the way, I know you just took over for Polpo, but he had left one job unfinished. Of course, you'll be taking on any jobs that Polpo had, Bucciarati. Are you okay with that?" Pericolo said

"A job that Polpo left unfinished?" Bucciarati questioned

"It's a direct order from the boss."

"The….boss?"

"The boss no ones ever met?"

"An order directly from him?"

"Correct. I'll tell you right here and now. You'll be guarding the boss's daughter, and risking your lives doing so. That's all," Pericolo said

"Daughter?!"

"Did you say, daughter? The boss has a daughter?"

"You'll start guarding her right now. I've handed her over to you." Pericolo said

"Handed her over?" Bucciarati questioned confused

The others looked around searching for any girl in the area.

Fiamma tilted her head. "Can they not tell?"

"There," Fiamma stated grabbing the attention of the others. "Right there." She pointed at the "boy" how got the better of Narancia.

The group gaped surprised that Fiamma was right.

The pink-haired girl started removing her gloves. "Do you mind if I go to the bathroom?"

"That's fine Trish," Pericolo said

"For now stay by her side. The order is already in effect." Bucciarati said

Fugo, Narancia, and Mista trailed after Trish. They were going to enter the restroom but were stopped by Fiamma appearing before them blocking the entrance. She had her hand up in a "stop" motion.

"Read." Fiamma pointed to a sign showing that this was the female restroom. "Stay outside." She stated before going into the restroom.

Trish had entered one of the stalls and Fiamma leaned against the sink, arms crossed waiting patiently. When the young teen was done she came out of the stall in a new outfit more befitting, and it made it clear that she was a girl. Trish made her way to the sinks meeting the eyes of Fiamma. Fiamma just stared back, through her bangs, making and holding direct eye contact was something she was good at. It demonstrated dominance. Trish broke eye contact as she turned washing her hands.

Fiamma noticed how she was taller than Trish, but then again she was just a teenager somewhere around Giorno's age if she had to guess, and Fiamma was a young woman.

Trish finished up walking out of the restroom Fiamma following behind. Mista, Fugo, and Narancia were waiting right there just like Fiamma had told them to do.

Trish looked over all of them before turning to Fugo.

"Um…."

"M-Me?"

"Yes. Is it with you….um….Am I going to be with you now?" Trish asked

"Yes. But it'll be all of us. We will be risking our lives to protect you," Fugo said

"And the woman too?" Trish asked, pointing at Fiamma.

"Yes."

"I see...Then would you mind taking off that jacket?" Trish gestured to Fugo's jacket.

"My jacket? Why?" Fugo asked

"Just hurry up and take it off. It's not as if I want to see you shirtless or anything," Trish said

"V-Very well." Fugo took off his jacket holding it up.

Fiamma raised a brow while Narancia and Mista gaped as they watched Trish dry her wet hands on Fugo's jacket.

"I don't have a handkerchief, so go buy one for me. Also, some stockings and Givenchy Blush No. 2. The stockings need to be reinforced at the thighs. Get the latest issue of Italian Vogue, too, and some mineral water. I'd rather die than drink one that's not from France, though. When you're done gawking at the scenery, go buy that stuff for me."

Mista and Narancia stared at Trish not believing what she just said. Fiamma had cocked a brow putting a hand on her hip.

"Br-"

Fiamma was surprised as a hand was slapped over her mouth, the action itself didn't surprise her as Giorno did this to her on a constant basis. She was surprised because it was Mista who had done it.

"Hmm...only Giorno's ever done this to me. This is odd." Fiamma thought

Fugo had stayed silent staring down at his damp jacket. As Trish walked away Fugo shouted angrily, throwing his jacket on the ground.

The group took the boat back to the mainland. Once they landed they made their way to a safe house. Narancia had been sent on his own to go get the things Trish requested, while the others stayed behind to guard the girl.

Fiamma did a sweep around the area as a bloodhound, if someone other than the group was in the area Fiamma would pick it up. Her job was to do rotating shifts every half an hour to check the surrounding area for enemies.

When Fiamma returned from her second sweep of the area Abbacchio, Giorno, and Mista were in the main area of the house.

Bodyguard duty can sometimes be quite boring, which is exactly what the group experiencing right now. Abbacchio had taken it upon himself to quell this boredom by discussing something with Fiamma.

"You beastie girl," Abbacchio spoke up.

"Hmm?" Fiamma looked around then pointed at herself. "Me?"

"Yes, you idiot. Your Stand you can turn into animals right," Abbacchio said

"Yes," Fiamma answered

"You act like one too," Abbacchio said

"Huh?" Fiamma said not understanding.

Abbacchio walked towards the door stepping outside to pick up a stick. "Let's see how much of an animal you are. Fetch!" He shouted, throwing the stick.

He wasn't actually expecting the woman to go after it, merely teasing the girl trying to get a reaction that would briefly satisfy his boredom, but much to his surprise Fiamma reacted instantly, chasing after the stick.

Halfway to the stick, Fiamma had turned into a Border Collie. She grabbed the stick in her mouth then trotted over bak over to Abbacchio dropping it before his feet, her tail wagging ready another throw. Abbacchio's mouth was slightly agape, still surprised by Fiamma's actions.

The strange silence in the room was finally broken when Mista started laughing, finding the entire thing funny.

Giorno wore a small amused smile, memories of him, and Fiamma coming to mind. She was an odd one that was for sure. He remembered when he first met Fiamma.