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A stiffness surrounded your body, one of which prevented any movement and a soft groan slipped out from between your lips. The hard surface you'd been resting on became more prominent as feeling slowly crept back into your limbs, and you could piece together that you were laying amongst the cold concrete ground.

Another groan once again escaped your lips as your eyes cracked open. You honestly were expecting to once again be welcomed by the white room, although you knew just by the ground -that you were anywhere but there.

Shifting in place and resting your palms against the ground, you moved to sit up. A quiet snapping noise sounded from around you as you did so and upon regaining your bearing your eyes rested on vines softly curling around you. The green stems spread out in various delicate curls being capped by beautiful white flowers.

Knowing who the flower's must've been from a soft hum left your lips. Your hands moved from the ground towards the wall beside you awaiting a response from your still stiff leg muscles. Willing them to move you remained by the walls side till you felt that it was unneeded.

Gently unravelling your legs from the vines and dragging your eyes over the large building they rested on the bleeding body of Bruno, whoever inhabited it seemed to have still been moving yet unable to get up.

Upon moving past the shelter of the colosseum droplets of rain fell down onto the bridge of your nose, the coldness of which drew out a brief shiver. Taking a breath and continuing you mind replayed what you and your stand were talking about. How exactly were you supposed to fix a man who hasn't been properly in his own body for a week?

'Anchor him.' Pausing mid step the voice of your stand quickly flew through your mind, the volume of which was quiet almost overshadowed by the wind if not for the fact it was directly spoken in your mind.

"Anchor?" Murmuring that out to yourself and biting the inside of your cheek your eyes once again trailed towards the body. An arm was reached out above him towards something you couldn't quite make out till you got closer. It was a phone.

Seeing the device get picked up by a hand the man's gaze followed it settling onto your (E/C) hues, an empathetic expression took over your features as you kneeled down setting the phone into his hand. You were aware that this was the same man who had attempted to off yourself and Abbacchio or at least someone who was working close with the boss, but in the moment you could tell there wasn't much keeping him alive.

"I wish...I wish he would call me...again." Clutching the phone tightly in hand and breathing that out his voice came out broken- almost a whisper. "The boss..." His voice faded out into an even quieter hushed whisper.

Although you knew this guy was the enemy you couldn't help but feel bad. He'd been left behind by someone he obviously idolized now wishing for something as simple as a phone call. Staring at the devices screen his eyes trailed back to you, scanning your expression before a puff of air left him.

"Why...are you still here..."

Merely remaining crouched beside him you released a soft hum, your reason for being there was simply to get Bruno's body back but that was something you felt like he wouldn't want to hear.

I mean, who would want to hear that?

"I'm just waiting for something." Murmuring that out and tapping your fingers against the fabric of your pants your gaze trailed back up towards the clouded sky, it was oddly serine for such a disastrous day. "And I just feel like you don't want to be alone." Beginning with that you paused briefly checking if he had still been listening. "We're enemies but nobody deserves to die alone."

Blinking up at you he let out a shaky breath, as much as he wanted to deny what you were saying- you were right. You may not have been the boss that he so desperately wanted to talk to, but you were someone willing to stick by till the inevitability of death claimed him.

Seeing that he'd chosen to remain quiet, his own gaze had trailed up towards the sky. Blue hues of Bruno's began dimming before eventually the shine of them disappeared. The phone once clutched in his hand slipped back onto the ground signifying to you that the man's soul had finally passed on.

"Rest easy." Breathing that out and releasing a sigh you stared down at the body, you still weren't entirely sure what you were able to do about the whole 'anchor' thing, though it seemed as though your stand had manifested itself into its butterfly form.

The insect moved to land itself along the open chest of Bruno's suit seemingly leaking golden dust and threats across the body in a lace design. Puzzled as to what was happening you could begin to notice how the state of the body grew more lively and oddly enough the sewn up parts along his suit were now nonexistent.

Sudden movement from it nearly scared you half to death till your stands voice once again filled your mind. 'It has been reset. All functions will now be automated till the bridge has been mended.'

Confused on what she was saying you blinked down at the body and butterfly. Too many complicated phrases were said when you had quite literally been brought back from the dead mere minutes ago. "I'm sorry what?"

'Mend the body and soul as one.' That simple answer died down in an instant and you were once again left with nothing else. The feeling of your stand slinked back into the depths of your mind; this being the last time the capability of speaking would be accessible to her.

"Ok uh reset, automated and bridge to mend." Speaking to yourself and rising from the ground you shifted in place continuing to mutter those words till they pieced together. Right the wrong of the past, you recalled something similar to that being said in your weird limbo like state and could only assume that meant reverting something to how it was in the past.

Meaning you'd reset Bruno's body to before the church incident and your stand was now currently being used to keep the body functioning. The last thing that needed to be done now was to make contact with the man in question and to mind the two together.

A rush of adrenaline surged through you. "You got this, you got this." Giving yourself words of encouragement and turning quickly on your heel you hightailed it out of the colosseum, eyes narrowing towards the various amounts of pedestrians that littered the street. Some of which seemed to have begun looking deformed growing extra body parts that you knew most likely never belonged to a human to begin with.

It was definitely Chariot Requiem's ability, but now how were you supposed to figure out where everyone went?

Looking down both sides of the street your heart began beating erratically, if you chose to go down the wrong way then you'd certainly be too late. "Fuck!" Cursing loudly and choosing to head right an array of golden dust began pooling around your feet as you ran, the designs of which quickly swarmed up your limbs before enticing a shriek to leave your lips having been yanked off the ground.

Your feet dangled below you while clouds of glittery dust jutted out behind you. An odd sight of course since you never expected your stand to take on the form of something such as wings, of course you knew it could take on shapes and the likes but wings? Especially one's which were this big and this delicately woven together in various ever moving designs- flapping soundlessly.

It was astonishing, and now you certainly lived up to the term Angel.

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