《Saviour》Chapter 84
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"Hey! GIorno, (Y/N)! Hurry up!" Calling back towards the two of you, Mista let out a huff at the slow pace you'd been walking at, his gaze lingered over the close proximity between you and Giorno briefly catching sight of your entwined hands before reacting to the pink haired girl tripping by his side. "Whoa, be careful Trish."
"Thanks. Something suddenly appeared near my feet..."Following where she was looking Mista's breath got caught in his throat, the round spherical rock sitting along the ground was all too familiar and he shifted his gaze back towards where you'd also taken quick notice of it.
"What the hell is that doing here?" Pointing a finger at the rock accusingly your eyes moved towards Mista before adding on. "And where did Trish go?"
The gunslinger turned quickly in place, calling out the girl's name before Giorno spoke up, "Unbelievable...Trish is right there." His free hand raised to point just behind the rock and upon looking over a turtle crawled out from behind it.
"Don't leave me behind. If you leave me behind, I don't know how many days it'll take me to get to the colosseum." Polnareff's voice called out clear and without any worries, his eyes trailed across the group before settling on you.
Pointing down at the turtle Mista opened his mouth to speak before you interrupted, releasing Giorno's hand to pick up the reptile. "Polnareff!" Cheering out his name glad to see that he'd made it this far you grinned. "Of course we'll bring you along."
The turtle seemed to crack it's own version of a smile before Trish re-emerged landing on the ground. "You're still alive?? But if all our minds swapped back, then your soul...and the turtle..."
"My body is dead." Answering with that you could faintly make out the mans soul peak out through the key. "But the moment my soul got sucked out, I was able to hand onto this turtle stand. I can't leave this key, but I decided to live here for a while as a ghost."
"Oh, well that's kinda cool." Once again giving a smile to the man he gave a nod still leaning against the rim of the key.
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"Ah ok well that's really cool and all that we've got a haunted turtle guy's, but Bucciarati's waiting!" Hearing Narancia's voice yell out from ahead of the group, both Trish and Mista stood back up. The two briefly chatted before letting out a quick round of laughter running off towards where Narancia and Abbacchio waited; the latter of two tapped his foot impatiently.
Polnareff let out a nostalgic hum watching the two run off to catch up with the others, it reminded him of his own group of adventurers. Dragging his gaze away it drifted over towards where Giorno was then to where you stood. He could've sworn you had died back at the colosseum, yet here you were- breathing and talking.
He'd have to ask how you managed that later.
For now his gaze wandered down the length of your arm catching sight of the arrowhead. "What are you going to do with that?" Raising the item in question, your eyes traced over the arrow's edge moving once it reached the end off towards Giorno, the blond right away came up with an answer to the man's question softly plucking the metal from your fingers. "Those who carry the will of those who have passed must keep moving forward. We won't destroy the arrow."
Listening to each word said Polnareff tilted his head down in a thoughtful manner, "Keep the arrow inside the turtle. That will do. Now let's go to the others." Right away beginning to continue the trek back to the colosseum both yourself and Giorno had fallen into step with one another.
His tense posture began to appear more obvious as the large arcs grew closer and you could only let out a soft breath, "Don't seem so tense. You really can't hide anything like that." Right away calling him out you figured the center of his worries must've been Bruno, presumably knowing about it and having a hand in hiding it from the team.
His eyes zipped over to your form, surprise was clearly evident in them at how quickly you caught onto his body language. Though in a quick manner his shoulders dropped and his eyes focused ahead. "Hide what?"
Letting out a snort at his attempt to sway your attention elsewhere you shifted your next step bumping his arm with your shoulder while simultaneously speeding up to walk backwards in front of him. "The fact Bruno hasn't been 'alive' since the church. But that's okay, it was probably for the best at the time." Announcing that and adding air quotes a sly smile spread out across your lips. "Right the wrong eh." Pivoting around on your heel you began running towards the others ahead.
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"Come on golden boy! You want to see him don't ya?" Waving a hand back before turning forward you ended up darting past the others who had slowed down into a steady walk. Polnareff, still clutched in your hands remained out of the loop till his eyes fell upon the man in question.
"Bruno!" Calling out the man's name joyfully and setting Polnareff on a ledge you didn't hesitate to throw your arms around the lean man, his own arms reflexively wrapped around you in return and although he was confused- it was a relief to see that you were there. The man having only really seen you glide through the air slapping him on the back and that's it. "I thought you were gone."
Your voice came out muffled by the fabric of his jacket but he understood exactly what you'd said, "You thought I was gone? I thought you were gone." Firing back with that he couldn't help but let out a singular airy huff almost a chuckle.
"Well I was for a brief period of time, but at least I haven't been dead for the past few days. Seriously how come you never said anything." Pulling back a tad to look the man in the eye you could plainly see that he was surprised you knew. "And if you're wondering how I found out- that's going to have to be a secret." Quickly adding that you pulled back opting to take his hands in your own. "What matters now is that you're as good as new. Also watch out."
Knitting his brows softly at your last statement he was quickly tackled by both Narancia and Mista, the two sputtering different things all relating to how the fight went.
"Hey! Both of you! Give the man some breathing room!" Barking that out at the two acting like children Abbacchio rested a hand on his forehead, shaking his head at their antics. Trish just off to the side let out a set of giggles watching the scene unfold before her.
Giorno on the other hand stared at the raven haired man in disbelief, he could feel this time around that the life filling the body was of his own and it appeared as though the church incident hadn't happened to begin with. The man's suit appeared to also be in peak condition having no stains or rips, even after leaving the body laying in a pool of blood.
Focusing his gaze on you, the smile stretched out across your face was that of pure joy, one that stretched from ear to ear while your eyes practically sparkles. A laugh or two escaped your lips before your head turned catching the blonde's stare.
Casting a glance back towards the group's reunion you let out a hum, "Brought back to a time before anything happened and mend the bridge. That's what Valkyrie told me at least." Explaining that briefly you stood beside the blond turning to keep your gaze ahead, "I guess you could say you're not the only one with a powered up stand now." Knowing that it would peeve the blond a bit not knowing exactly what you meant, you spared him a glance. The cheeky façade you held faded away as soon as your eyes caught sight of the smile spread out across his lips.
"I guess not. But now I hope you know you're a real Angelo Custode now." Upon saying that he could see colour rush across your cheeks as you puffed them out.
"I suppose, but don't you go around calling me Angelo Custode now. It's too long." Crossing your arms and huffing once more the blond beside you merely let out a laugh raising a hand to cover his mouth.
"Well then how about stella?"
"Giorno, I'm going to pretend I didn't hear anything."
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Y/N:
I really could have just ended the story here- but alas I decided to write more chapters~
The relationship Y/N has with the team is honestly very cute in my opinion, what about ya'll? At this point in time who would you ship the most with YN and because of what scene?
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