The One Changing Their Story (Venti Aureo x Reader)

The Fight of Two Sides

In Rome, it was silent inside the car. Mista was asleep against the window, and Giorno sat beside him, broken. Bucciarati kept his eyes on the road, but the ex-capo and the blonde heard a sound.

   " There are no cars following us. " Giorno said, looking out of the back window.

   " I hear something getting closer. It's incredibly close to us! " Bucciarati shouted.

Instantly, a body flew through the windshield, with mold growing all over the body. Bucciarati turned the wheel, tossing the body out of the car but losing control.

   " Up there! A helicopter! It's throwing mold down! "

   " What's happening!? " Mista shouted, finally waking up.

   " Bucciarati! We're descending! This road is going downhill. The mold is going to get us! "

The car started to flip, breaking the windows and constricting the men inside the vehicle. Giorno grabbed onto the turtle, keeping it close to him.

   " Giorno, Mista! Jump out of the car! Hold on to me! "

Bucciarati opened the vehicle's ceiling and reached toward the wall with his stand's hand. Giorno wrapped his arm around Bucciarati's waist while Mista grabbed onto Bucciarati's legs. Sticky Fingers pulled on a zipper to stop them from flying and get them out of the car. It worked, but they were lower than they were before, which would cause mold to start spreading.

   " Climb up! Climb upward! "

The three teammates landed on the ground, higher than they were before, and no mold was found on their bodies. Above them, there was a helicopter that was spreading the mold around Rome.

   " Unconscious. . .stand abilities are, in a way, the talents of our unconsciousness. If you've got a guilty heart, unconsciously, your ability would be to step on the brake anywhere. But this guy, like Y/n, said, enjoys cruelty, and it's what drives him to live. That's why this is his ability. This guy doesn't have a brake. There are no limits to his evil! " Giorno shouted with disgust.

Bucciarati, Mista, and Giorno took notice of the people around them. Everyone was dying. A woman and her lover died while they were walking downhill. The people on their balconies looked down at the streets and decayed. People driving died in their cars and caused car crashes on the streets.

   " The mold. . .has spread in no time! " Giorno said, starting to feel himself sweat.

   " Impossible. Three million people live in Rome. This is much larger than that fishing village. Besides, there are members of the organization in Rome. This could even damage the Boss! " Bucciarati said, looking at the dead people around the streets.

   " He's fine with it. He's enjoying it! At this rate, all the citizens of Rome will die! No, he wouldn't stop even if it spread further! "

   " This is bad. We have to meet that man at the colosseum as soon as possible, but the mold's deadly range could spread to him! Mista! Is your shot within range of that helicopter? No, you must shoot it down. Put an end to him! "

   " I know! I won't let you escape! Go, Sex Bullets! "

Mista was going to shoot the helicopter, but his feet started to sink to the ground. Likewise, Bucciarati and Giorno's feet began to sink, and their hearts were also filled with dread.

   " Bastard! It's that one who travels underground! He's coming down the hill! " Mista shouted.

This told them that you didn't make it and died back in the small fishing town. But as the cracks in the ground got closer to them, they swerved to the side, and Secco flew out of the ground and landed against the building. The mold didn't affect him due to selectiveness from Cioccolata. As Secco flew through the air, he dropped the camera he was filming with. His face hit a building, and he slid to the ground; more blood was pooling from his mouth.

   " Don't worry! I got him! " You shouted, stepping out of the hole and pulling the hood of the mask down. 

   " Y/n! "

You looked away from Secco and toward your teammates. Your vision was blurry, but thanks to their colored clothing, you could tell who was who. Before they made it to you, you stepped on Secco's camera, destroying it. The three ran toward you but kept the two enemies in mind. Giorno was the first to hug you, holding you tightly to his body. His shoulders shook as he held you, and he couldn't believe you were standing in front of him, though he could feel how cold your body was. He felt his heart swell as he pulled away and looked at your face. His fingers pressed against a part of your neck, where he could check your pulse, but he found none.

   ' She's. . .really dead. . .'

   " Outta the way! " Mista shouted, shoving Giorno aside. 

Mista hugged you tightly, his finger still ready to press the trigger. He hugged you tightly before pulling away and holding your face between his hands.

   " Don't ever do that again! I was so worried about you! When you weren't with us in the car--Damn it! Next time don't shove me in a car unless you're coming with! "

   " I-I understand, Mista. "

Mista hugged you once more before Bucciarati hugged you, pulling you close. His hug was gentle, and his body also shook.

   " How much longer do you have? " He whispered.

   " Any minute now. It won't be much longer. If I can at least help everyone get to the colosseum--"

   " Please don't speak like you're already dead. Don't speak like that and break my heart more. "

   " We need to focus. We still have two stand users, beyond sanity, to deal with. Mista, can you shoot the helicopter from here? " You asked, turning your head to look at the gunman.

   " From here, I can't hit the fuel tank or the propeller. "

   " No, Mista. Unless you shoot, you won't know. " Giorno said, returning to his serious mode.

Giorno placed his hand on Mista's waist and pulled him close as he aimed at the helicopter. Giorno raised his right arm and pressed it against Mista's arm. Both drew the trigger, aimed at the helicopter.

   " It's no good! My bullets won't reach! I know my bullets' range better than anyone. "

Mista was right. The bullets swerved and hit the top of the brick building; the helicopter was flying over.

   " Your bullets his the mark, Mista. You and I will take out the helicopter guy. Follow the helicopter! " Giorno shouted.

Above them, on the brick building, Mista's bullets transformed into a tree, grabbing onto the helicopter and holding it down.

   " You can leave Secco to me. " You said, stepping forward.

   " I will be with Y/n. " Bucciarati said.

   " Bruno--"

   " I'm helping you, and I'm not waiting in that turtle. If you think I'm staying in that turtle, you've lost your mind, traveling here. " He said, pointing at you.

   " I was going to suggest you go with Giorno and Mista. "

   " I'm going to stay with you, that's final. "

   " Bruno, I can lead Secco away from here since the mold cannot grow on me. I can decent the hill, you can't. Go and help Giorno and Mista. Leave Secco to me. "

You had made a good point, but Bucciarati had his mind settled. You shook your head and pushed him toward Giorno and Mista.

   " Go with them. I can move around without the mold getting on me, you can't. "

You started running down the hill, with Book Keeper formed beside you. Secco started following you downhill, creating cracks in the ground. No mold grew on you, and Bucciarati, Giorno, and Mista understood that they couldn't follow you, even though they wanted to.

   " Make it back to us! " Mista shouted before running toward the apartment building the helicopter was trapped on. 

Mista had complete faith that you would be okay and that he needed to defeat Cioccolata to keep you and everyone else safe. How you had no mold on your body, he didn't question since his mind was worried about the ex-surgeon. Bucciarati and Giorno followed Mista, having already known you would fight until the very end, which, to their knowledge, was only a short while away.