Radio Head

1. I Hate Blondes <3

Trying to write this as quick as possible

The L/N's, a feared name among society. Known for brutally killing anyone their bosses viewed as a threat. They don't need a backstory, they just need a name and some money.

You were raised in this society. Your boss, your owner, was the only reason for you to live. You would be trained, tortured, and raised to serve. All of this, for the sake of money.

All of this, because of him.

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You always thought waking up was the worst part of your day. You were mistaken however, multiple times in fact.

1. You tripped on nothing and fell on your face.

2. You put bread in the toaster only to realize you had no butter.

3. Doppio stopped by.

Wait, Doppio stopped by?

OMG DOPPIO'S HERE.

Patting down your ratchet ass hair, you awkwardly opened the door and welcomed the pink haired male in.

Your house wasn't horrible, but it wasn't the nicest either. Unlike the others in your group, you didn't feel the need to own a huge ass mansion. Instead, you owned a simple, one story house.

Well, at least it wasn't dirty?

Yep, instead of having an insane IQ or literally any other useful ability, you were very good at cleaning. Thank god for that I guess.

Ending your internal rant, you sat your rather adorable guest at one of your couches before sitting on the other across from him. A table separated the two of you, ready for any refreshments.

"So, uh Doppio? Why are you here?"

Almost as if he woke up, Doppio started looking around the room wildly until his gaze landed on you.

"Huh? Oh yes, well the boss has told me that you are being sent on a new assignment. And, because I was a town over, I figured I should tell you myself."

Groaning internally, you nodded your head in understanding.

"Thank you Doppio, I should probably start getting ready then. Is there anything I should know?"

"Yes, you'll be hunting a group of 6 people. We've already sent Squalo and Tiziano, but we want you there for backup. The targets are all stand users, one of them being the bosses daughter. We expect for all of them to be dead."

Hearing that, you were slightly unnerved. Even his daughter? Eh, oh well I guess. Who were you to question the bosses family situation?

"Well, if that's all, I really should start getting ready. Where do I need to go?"

"Oh yes I'll send you the coordinates."

You groaned internally again, you fucking hated having to decipher that crap.

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"FUCK"

You slumped over, hands covering your torso, legs barely holding you up. Your lovely pocket knife laid on the ground, blood covering the sharp edge.

You completely fell over, smacking your head against the cold floor. Blood covered your body, wether it was yours or the enemies, you didn't care. You were pissed, and that was all that mattered.

"IM GONNA KILL YOU, YOU RAT."

Above you, a blonde glared, smears of crimson covering him as well. His colleagues were somewhere nearby, probably trying to locate him. There was no need to worry now, for his enemy was nearly dead.

You laid on the floor, despair and rage covering your face. You failed him. You failed the boss. You failed your-

Giving up, you went slack on the floor. Giorno had left, knowing what was happening to you. Your wounds were too much, and you were quickly dying.

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No.

You won't die yet, you can't. Feel the anger, feel the pain, and release it.

Slowly you moved your fingers, and summoned your stand. Blue and red lines zipped around your body, as you prepared one final move.

You wouldn't die, at least not in this hell hole. You wouldn't die serving a man you didn't even know.

Wind filled the alleyway you were in, as light seemingly erupted from your body. Pain, worse than anything you had ever known, filled you.

Your blood boiled inside of you, burning you to your core. Your heart felt as though it was going to explode, and your lungs refused to work. Your brain went numb, probably trying to block out the definite trauma.

Finally, it ended. No more pain, no more suffering, no more you.

Or, at least not here.

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Walking through the crowded streets, a young woman stopped next to a dimly lit alley. Her husband always told her to mind her own business, but something told her to look inside. And so, she did.

God, she wished she hadn't. Maybe if she ignored your mangled form, she would still be alive. Maybe her husband would still be alive.

Yet, evil will always worm it's way back into society. And right now, that evil was you.

The crossover has happened! I repeat the crossover has happened!

Thank you for reading this insanely short chapter, and I can't wait to see you guys next time! Feel free to comment whatever as well