The One Changing Their Story (Venti Aureo x Reader)

An Easy Job

You were exhausted. You could feel yourself swaying on the sofa. The cushions seemed to feel softer underneath you; every time you blinked, your eyelids wanted to stay shut. Then, shouts from Number Six of Mista's Sex Pistols came into the room with an ice cube. You looked towards Number Six, who was crying to Bucciarati.

   " Bucciarati! Bucciarati! Mista is down! The enemy tricked him and took him down and there were two enemies! "

   " Damn! "

Bucciarati, who didn't look wrinkly or old, put his hands to his face, and he kept thinking. Six was crying but felt his tears stop when you approached and let Number Six rest on your palm.

   " I'll go, take care of it, Bucciarati. "

Bucciarati looked up at you and immediately stood up from his chair. His eyebrows were creased.

   " No, you need to stay here, and keep the turtle cold. "

   " Bucciarati, I'm next to go out. You need to stay here with Trish and watch over her. You're the capo so you're more important than I am. Once I take care of the enemy, then we won't have to worry about keeping the room cool and I've provided you with plenty of ice. Everyone can last a while since I've cooled their bodies down. "

   " Y/n--"

   " Bucciarati, I can do this. You just need to stay here and protect Trish as our last resort. "

Bucciarati stared at you for a moment before nodding his head. You nodded and walked towards the chair Mista used to get out. Six were still in your palm, holding your pointer finger. You reached up to the wall and exited the turtle. You climbed out from underneath the seat and looked around. It was scorching on the train, and you could feel yourself sweat a little at the heat.

   ' It's so hot, my body temperature, is going to decrease fast. '

You looked towards the turtle and picked up the tiny creature.

   ' I need to move, the turtle, at least to a different hiding spot than under the chair. '

   " Book Keeper. Take the form of Bruno Bucciarati's stand Sticky Fingers. " You whispered, trying to keep your voice down.

Your stand transformed into Sticky Fingers easily. You turned towards a small square port underneath the panel. You pushed yourself between the chair and the panel. Sticky FIngers punched the panel, causing a zipper to form. You pulled the zipper down and hid the turtle there, zipping it back up and making the zipper disappear. 

Now that the turtle was safe, you needed to hide to catch the others off guard. You knew you needed to act quickly because now no one would be able to keep cool inside the turtle unless they used the ice. Number Six sat on your shoulder, and you looked up at the ceiling.

   ' Perfect. '

Sticky Fingers punched the ceiling, and a zipper appeared. The zipper was pulled down, and you used the chair to climb into the small, thin space. You zipped the zipper, leaving a small hole in the zipper to see. You knew they were going to come this way. You can call it intuition, but you knew they were heading for the captain's pit.

As you predicted, the doorway was pulled open. The blonde man you saw running up to the train doors at the station stepped through the doorway and entered the room. He touched the wall under the AC and started to feel it. He eventually left the wall and walked further into the room. Another man followed behind, and you figured he was the second stand user. He had a fishing pole in his hands and reminded you of a carrot. His hair was standing straight in the air, and it was green. It looked like his neck and head were one piece, not two separate parts of the man's body. His jumpsuit was black, with pink hearts peppering the fabric. Then he wore a tailcoat that was a light brown color with a fuzzy fur on the top. There were no sleeves on his arms, and his feet were pointy black shoes.