As you arrived at the house where you were to be located, something clicked in your head.

"Crap!" You exclaimed as you smacked your forehead with the base of your palm.

"What's wrong Y/N?" Bucciarati asked as he stepped out of the van.

"Remember my phone call from earlier?" You asked and Bucciarati nodded, "I had told my dad I would be back by tomorrow, but we'll be here for about a week."

Bucciarati once again felt slightly guilty as you took out your phone to call your father.

"Is it ok if I make a phone call?" you asked Bucciarati, who nodded in response.

You had walked a little bit away from the van to get some quiet, though you didn't notice the curious Giorno who was standing close by. Your phone rang for a while before going to voicemail.

'Papa must be busy in the shop.' You though before starting your message.

"Ah hi Papa, it's me Y/N, I just wanted to let you know that I wont be home until next week. When we got to Capri our boat had some issues and won't be getting repaired until the end of the week. I know it's disappointing, but I guess we'll just have to celebrate my birthday when I get back, ok Papa? Alright I'll talk to you later, love you!" After you left your voice message, you clenched your fist and sighed, putting your phone back in your pocket. You hated lying to your father like this.

"Is everything alright Y/N?" Someone asked from behind you. You immediately spin around in shock, only to see Giorno staring at you with a slightly concerned face. You sighed in relief and put a hand on your chest.

"Oh, it's just you Giorno, you scared me for a moment." You smiled, "But yeah, everything is alright, just had to make a phone call."

Despite your smile, Giorno didn't believe your words. You looked at him in confusion as he looked at the ground like he was looking for something.

"Giorno what are you doing?" You asked, but he didn't respond.

Your question was answered when Giorno picked up a pebble and turned it into a singular white gardenia.

"Here." He said with a small smile as he tucked the flower behind your ear.

"Oh, thank you Giorno! It's beautiful." You smiled gently as you gently touched the soft petals.

"I'm glad you like it, we should head inside where the others are." You nodded in response to Giorno.

The two of you walked inside where Fugo was mid speech.

"That's a list of food and other things you need to buy." Fugo said to Narancia as Abbacchio sat on the stairs behind them.

"These are the keys to the car." Fugo continued as he held the keys in Narancia's face, "You can do this, Narancia." Fugo lowered his hand and leaned in closer to the black haired boy, "I know you can pull it off."

Narancia smiled and nodded with a 'hm!' before Fugo continued. By this time you and Giorno had moved across the room and were now standing by the stairs.

"Y/N." Bucciarati called from upstairs, so you didn't hear the rest of Fugo and Narancia's conversation as you walked up the stairs. You saw Bucciarati standing outside a door, facing you.

"She asked for you to guard her from inside of the room." Bucciarati said. You responded with a nod, but as you grabbed the door handle, Bucciarati had placed a hand on your shoulder.

"How did the phone call go?" Bucciarati asked.

"Oh it went to voicemail, my father must have been busy." You said with a closed eye smile.

Bucciarati nodded with a small smile of his own before letting you go. You turned the doorknob, and closed the door behind you. Not wanting the silence of last time, you decided to talk to Trish, who was leaning on her arm as she gazed out the window.

"So Trish, you're fifteen right?" You asked as you stood a couple feet to the left of her.

"Yeah, how about you?" She responded, still facing the window.

"I'm seventeen, but I'll be eighteen soon." You said and Trish turned to you.

"When?" She asked.

"Tomorrow actually." You smiled as you looked at the vineyard through the window. All that you got in response was an 'oh' from Trish.

You both sat in silence before Trish actually spoke up.

"What where you doing before?" She asked and you turned to her, slightly confused.

"Before you joined the gang." Trish clarified.

"Oh I was actually going to school." You said with a small smile.

"For what?" Trish questioned with a slight tilt of her head.

"After I graduated high school, I wanted to be a police officer." You said with a small sad smile.

"Oh." She was silent for a moment before continuing, "Why'd you join in the first place?"

"I don't have some sad backstory, I only joined to help my friend and support him." You sighed before continuing, "Maybe someday I'll continue with school."

You suddenly turned your head to Trish and smiled.

"Well anyways, enough about me. What do you like to do?" You asked her with your usual bright smile. She was silent for a moment before turning to the window.

"I like to sing." She said quietly.

"Sing? Do you think you want to sing in the future?" You asked her.

"Yeah." She said with a barely visible smile.

"I think you would do great!" You said warmly.

After that, you spent some time getting to know each other. Though Trish was still quite reserved, you managed to talk to her about her about her interests and yours. At some point she had pointed out the white gardenia by your ear.

"Who gave you that flower?" Trish asked as she pointed to the white gardenia.

"Oh Giorno gave it to me earlier." You gave he a closed eye smile as you gently touched the flower, "It's kinda strange how he can tell when I'm feeling sad, but I can barely read his emotions."

"Yeah, that is kinda strange." Trish nodded, but she was more interested in the meaning of the flower.

You, yourself, were not well versed in the art of flower language, but Trish was. She wondered why Giorno would give you a white garden.

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You and Trish watched from the window as the gang was gathered outside. Apparently Narancia had a run in with an enemy and everything went up in flames. To say you weren't worried would be a complete lie. You were very concerned about Narancia's wounds, It was evident on your face even if you didn't directly say so.

You crossed your arms and leaned against the wall next to the window. You sighed accepting that at least Narancia was ok now.

"Bucciarati!" You heard a voice you recognized as Mista yell, "I think we got a message from the boss!"

You peaked out the window, slightly intrigued. You watched as Bucciarati opened the side door of the van. You weren't quite sure what they were talking about, since they weren't talking very loud, but you could assume from what you did hear that the boss had sent his next orders.

"Fugo! Abbacchio! Giorno! Y/N!" Bucciarati said loud enough for you to hear as he looked at each of you, "You four head to Pompeii and get that key! Mista, Narancia, and I will remain here and protect Trish from the hitman team. Retrieve the key, and if it seems safe, contact us. Then we'll take Trish and head over to that vehicle. I'm counting on you."

"Did you get that?" Bucciarati yelled separately to you, which you nodded in response.

You would do your best in this mission.