Battle Against Cheese

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We see the Buccarati gang and Trish Una in a safe house of sorts

Abbacchio: You two manbabies wanna keep playing with keys is your own business, as for me, I'm interested in Narancia's stand, if we're being followed, you'll put an end to them before they knew it, that's why Buccarati gave him the task he did

Narancia: Heh heh, long story short, I need to get my ass back here without a soul knowing, no stalkers allowed

Izuku: I'm going with Narancia

Narancia: I said no stalkers

Izuku: I was just a fucking tourist to Italy, I never intended to join a bloody gang, I still want to have a look around Italy.

Narancia: fine, but you better follow my orders

Izuku: If I get to see Italy fine

*time skip*

Narancia gets out of the car looking around

Izuku: Is something wrong?

Narancia: Yeah, something's off. My eyes tell me that we're both alone, but my gut says otherwise

both of them hear a small groan

Izuku & Narancia: What was that

Izuku: I think we should get out of the car to see what that sound was

???: Come on now already, I'm dying to know, where oh where could you be heading to, Narancia

Narancia: Izuku, did you say that

Izuku: No... It came from the back seat of the car

???: Now like I said, where you running off to, stranger. You keep looking behind you, worried some big bad boogieman is following you?

Izuku *quietly*: *walks over to Narancia* Don't be so quick to anger, observe his actions until you know he's an enemy

Izuku *normally: So, who are you anyway

???: You can call me Formaggio, I'm part of the familiar. You're aware that Polpo passed last night, aren't you?

Izuku: *Formaggio, as in the cheese, weird*

Formaggio: This sucks ass, your trusty teammate.....

Izuku: *Damn it, this guy knows our mission, Narancia seems to be surprised as well, this might be an enemy*

Izuku *quietly*: Hey, Narancia, this man might be an enemy, watch him carefully

Formaggio: This is the rudest welcome ever, what gives amigo. Where's Bucciarati, and the rest of your playmates

Narancia: No clue, friend, how should I know where they are, I'm not their keeper, did you check the restaurants around here

Formaggio: This car you're using, it's a rental isn't it and Bucciarati is the renter, why would you be in this car if you weren't aware of that, well?

Narancia: I always drive around in his cars, everyone knows that. I'm 17 so I clearly don't have my own, that's why I'm borrowing his

Izuku: *God, Narancia's an idiot*

Formaggio: hmm... Oh yeah, did you hear the news, Polpo's colossal corpse is causing the mortician trouble because he doesn't know how to torch the thing, there's no way to squeeze him into the damn oven, guess I'll just have to hack that fat calzone into tiny pieces

Narancia: Shut up! huh? *gets cut in the face* Aahahhaahhh...

Izuku: You're so boring, why are you even here? *gets cut in the face* Ow fuck! The fuck did you do

(both happen at the same time)

Formaggio: You two totally fell for it, you're such a disappointment. Say, Narancia, answer something for me, why are you fools nowhere to be seen while a capo is being laid to rest

Izuku: I'll tell you why. I killed him, the one you are looking at is the murderer of your capo, though, even with this knowledge, it will serve you no purpose because this is where your fate ends

Izuku pulls Narancia up by the hand, and they do a small handshake

Narancia: eat shit, better yet drop dead!

Izuku: I shall lay you to rest in this metal casket

Izuku: Divine Hermit!

Izuku uses Diving hermit to pull Formaggio out of the car and into the air, he nods at Narancia and smashed Formaggio into the ground

Izuku: Black Bind!

Narancia: Aerosmith!

Izuku forces Formaggio into a star shape, forcing his hands and legs to straighten, Narancia then uses Aerosmith to turn Formaggio into Emmental, with Formaggio being as good as dead, Izuku slammed his head into the pavement and uses Sunshine to turn Formaggio into ash

Izuku: I guess he bit the dust

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