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"Does that mean we lost them?" Inquiring that Mista didn't receive a response back as the dark haired teen stared into the soup still within his spoon, eyes focused in on only that. The surface of the small amount of soup rippled as a small fin poked out from the top.

Without anyone noticing the small shark had leaped out from the spoon chomping down on Narancia's tongue before diving back into the puddle of discarded soup on the ground. The teen himself fell back colliding with the floor in a rough manner drawing your attention.

"Narancia!" Both yourself and Mista were at the teens side in no time, eyes scanning over anything that could've happened even if he was fine moments ago.

"What happened? Are you alright?" Scanning your eyes over the teen then following where he was pointing your brows furrowed together, you honestly didn't see anything but something was definitely off- Something felt off.

"Were you attacked somewhere? Where did they get you?" Asking questions of his own Mista also shifted his attention towards where the male was pointing, seeing nothing. "Narancia, what's wrong? What's there?!" A bottle had rolled over and Narancia once again moved, though no words left his mouth leading Mista to speak once more. "I'm asking you what's wrong, Narancia!"

Turning towards the commotion Bruno stared at the teen, "Hold it, Mista. I don't think Narancia can talk." Narancia merely reached out towards the bottle, gripping it in hand wordlessly.

"Wait, you can't talk?" Repeating what Bruno said you leaned before the ravenette examining his face before he turned his attention towards the table pointing once more. Gasps and more wordless noises left him as he began gaping like a fish.

"What? Do you want some water or something?" Reaching out towards one of the glasses on the table, Mista paused quickly as Narancia clutched a shard of broken tableware jabbing it into his mouth.

"Narancia! Holy shit!" Right away dropping to your knees once more beside him you held his face in your hands looking at whatever had just happened. Bruno was also right away by your side staring worriedly at the teen. "His tongue! His tongue is missing!" Not wanting him to choke on his own blood you turned his head to the side. "I can only fix things that are already there!"

Hearing that Giorno was at your other side in an instance, "Golden Experience can create parts. I'll create one for his tongue, but it'll take time to finish."

"Hey both of you come on! He's about to suffocate here!"

"Ok well does anyone have a pen?" Asking that your eyes darted towards the three around you before Mista gave a nod though a confused look crossed his face.

"Y-yeah I do but why?"

"Just give her the pen." Seemingly knowing exactly what you were planning to do Giorno cut in making hand motions as if to tell the gunslinger to hurry.

Rummaging through his boot and pulling out the item in question Mista passed it to you and with haste you jammed it into Narancia's throat, the precision of which was scary but upon unscrewing the backside you could see his chest begin rising and falling as fresh oxygen entered his lungs.

"Good, he's breathing again." Letting out a relieved sigh you stared at the pen feeling bad about just having stabbed the teen, but it was fixable. "Geez Mista, you really need to get with the program sometimes." Shaking your head at the gunslinger you pointed towards the pen looking towards Giorno. "Think you can turn that into a tongue? I'm not exactly sure how your version of healing works so I mean...I'm open to suggestions."

"You were right with what you were saying, I was actually going to do just that." Giving you a nod and slight smile he used golden experience on the pen watching the item shift.

Soon enough Narancia was back up, coughing into his hand. "You alright?" Asking that and patting his back you waited for a response seeing as he'd just gotten his tongue back.

"Yeah...you guys saved me." Finally catching his breath and responding with that Narancia still remained kneeling, still trying to understand exactly what was happening.

"What did you see? How did the enemy stand attack?"

"It...c-came from the soup." Once again rubbing his back softly he spiraled into a coughing fit, the sound similar to that of a cat trying to hack up a hairball.

Giorno's lips downturned at the sight and sound, "Narancia don't force it."

"I-I'm fine. I can talk."

"Hey, Narancia, What was the enemy like?" Wanting to get an answer as quickly as possible Mista added on quickly, "And where'd he go?" The four of you seemed to stare at the dark haired teen expectantly waiting whatever responce he was going to give.

"He was...He was like a pebble! He was huge, and he ran into the restaurant!" Pointing off to the side while declaring that everyone stared at the teen, his responses contradicted themselves and you weren't sure if he was aware of what he was saying.

"What do you mean? A huge pebble? You know pebbles are small right?" Insisting that Mista stood before him, "And earlier you were saying it was in your soup! You're contradicting yourself." Pointing that out the male in question seemed surprised.

"Huh? Did I just say that?"

Rubbing his head lost at what was happening Mista asked another question, "So, then...is the enemy about this big?" Putting his fingers together as if to show a size, Narancia just shook his head, a simple nope left his lips before being followed by a look of shock.

"Huh? No, wait!"

"Then, like...this big?" A no was given once more leading the gunslinger to continue, "No? Then like, this big?" Now this was all confusing to you, if the enemy was as large as he was saying then how was it able to fit into Narancia's soup bowl?

"Yep, exactly."

Ignoring what Mista was saying your attention focused on the teen, his gaze was focused on the ground before him, the responses leaving his mouth not matching up with the ones in his head.

"Narancia, are you doing alright?" Speaking up and standing alongside the teen he turned to face you. Eyes as plain as day reading 'no' while his answer was simply. "As good as ever."

Focusing back on the enemy at hand Bruno gave a hum, "We can't get a clear picture of this enemy at all. Does that mean it was really fast?"

"Nope! It was slow!" The response surprised everyone and they each shared a look of disbelief.

"If it was huge and slow why didn't we see it?" Getting aggressive with the answers given, Mista leaned closer towards Narancia. "Did you actually see a stand?"

"Of course I did...n-not!" A long pause was given before adding the 'not' by the end and you could only wonder if the answers given were the opposite of what he was thinking.

Eyes are the windows to the soul after all and his,

Were crying out for someone to understand.

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Y/N and Giorno:

Ya'll I'm so tired, stupid me went to bed at 3am because I was FT my friend (She fell asleep lmao)

Anyways though, hope you all enjoyed this chapter! We're about halfway-ish now!