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all these incels on instagram saying girls ruined the jjk fandom because they are "just horny" for the characters as if the men didn't start a naruto cult for tsunade's tits and sexualize every female irrespective of their age.

[joestvr]

༺✮ atashi no kimyona jinsei // あたしの奇妙な人生 ✮༻

༺✮ summary: five years after the fall of diavolo, you, y/n romano, who was sent away to japan at 11 to further your studies—find the courage to come back to naples after living out your schoolgirl & gaijin university student facade in morio-chou to see how your clan’s worsened—as well as become the “donna” of your father’s gang, il terrore, while your older brother is the real leader behind the scenes, just using you as a front. with plans to murder your clan, you seek the particularly handsome young don of passione for friendship. with your tyrant father’s intervention, your friendship with the don turns to something you never saw coming.

★ 1 // il terrore

★ 2 // bella

★ 3 // viva romano

★ 4 // morte al romano

★ 5 // sorellina

★ 6 // amore

a/n: me pretending this chapter isn't short af

tw for whatever idk

1 week later

After a week of trying not to kill yourself or packing your bags and fleeing Italy, rotting in your bed and rethinking your life decisions, you finally forced yourself to get up.

In a daze, you took a taxi and made your way to where Trish was staying. AKA: Giorno's mansion and Bucciarati gang household.

You rung the doorbell and prayed Trish would answer it, and she did not. It was Bucciarati... He was quite handsome, you noticed this from the first time you met him. Charming, too.

"Ah, Donna Romano." He smiled charmingly, inviting you inside.

"Please, there's no need for honorifics." You stepped inside the beautiful foyer. It was just as Trish had described.

You wondered if Giorno would buy a house like this for you after marriage.

"Bella, it is, then." He kissed your hand and looked up, "Trish is just upstairs."

"Thank you." You squeezed his hand and nearly ran up the stairs in excitement.

You burst through her room and shut it, locking the door. "Triiishh~"

"Babe, what happened?" She stood up from her bed and hugged you.

"Bucciarati's kinda hot! That dark hair, eyes, and charming smile~" You giggled and sat down in bed with her.

Her smile faded into a cringe as she put her hand on your shoulder. "Babe, please don't say that again. Bucciarati's like a father to us."

"He could totally be a DILF then! Isn't he so cute?" You said through your laughs.

"Gross."

You chuckled and hugged her more.

"Y/n, are you okay? You seem a little..." she furrowed her eyebrows, "Are you high?"

You stopped laughing. "What the hell? No!"

"You must be high off of insanity, if not a certain substance..." She mumbled incoherently.

"I'm just trying to be positive." You replied increduosly.

"Is everything okay?" She replied, starting to get concerned. You always acted delirious like this when you were-- more or less, depressed.

You shrugged. "Um, I'm getting married off, so..."

"WHAT?!"

★★★★★★★

On your way out, you noticed Giorno waiting by the door. You felt a sense of dread, he had probably known about the arrangement by now, but you hoped he wouldn't mention it.

"Giorno." His name left your lips with a sigh as you stared into his beautiful emerald eyes, feeling solemn. You put on your heels and coat, picking up your purse, a little too close to him for comfort. The tension was thick in the air, making your breath hitch in your throat.

"Bella. Everything okay?" He said in his usual smooth, charming voice, with a sincere smile. His tall figure towering over you, his golden hair was down, curled in intricate ways, the familiar scent of his cologne making you crave more, the setting sun's light hitting his face so perfectly.

What was this feeling?

"Yes," you said in a raspy voice after a moment of silence, looking down.

"Do you need a ride? I don't mind."

"No, thank you, I can just walk." You shook your head, moving a few strands of hair from your face, then tried to walk past him.

"Please, I insist." He pleaded, taking your hand, making heat rise to your cheeks and look up at him. His warm calloused fingertips brushed over the bandages that covered your hands, and he looked down, a pained expression coming over his face at the sight. How embarrassing, you thought, wanting to cry.

You immediately pulled your hand away, frightened at his sudden touch, at a loss for words.

"Sorry." He noticed your tense demeanor and took a step back, not wanting to make you uneasy. That's a sight for sore eyes, you thought. Vince was never like that.

"No... I—You can take me home..." You mustered out nervously.

"Are you sure? I don't want to make you uncomfortable." He said with such a tender and caring voice, you would melt. When has Vince ever treated you like this?

"Maybe this won't be so bad... Being with Giorno." 

"It—It's okay, I really appreciate it." You managed to smile, avoiding eye contact with him.

He grabbed a key and opened the door for you, letting you go first.

He went to the garage and opened it, revealing the most gorgeous burgundy Lamborghini. You bit your lip and squealed, your apprehension suddenly fading away.

Your second most beloved interest besides fashion: Cars. You loved cars as much as you loved fashion, which said a lot.

"What a beautiful car, GioGio!" You smiled wide, looking up at him.

He smiled back down at you. "Not as beautiful as you, amore."

"Waaah... He's mega rich... He really is a Don..." 

He unlocked the car, the winged doors going up, allowing you to sit inside the luxurious passenger seat.

He got in and started the car, pulling out of the driveway with ease and driving smoothly.

After five minutes of silence, he sighed deeply and kept his eyes on the road, and spoke up. "Y/n, if you are not happy with this arrangement... I will gladly break it off. I don't want to force you into anything." His tone was serious, but so loving.

"No, Giorno, I— I don't have anything against this..." You mumbled earnestly.

"Please, amore," he pleaded, "I would never do anything to force you into this engagement and I will not be angry if you're not comfortable going through with it. I understand if you don't want to, we don't know each other very well."

You shook your head. "I'm willing to give this a try. We can get to know each other."

"As you wish." He nodded.

A few minutes later, he stopped at a red light and looked down at your hands, then back up at you. "May I ask what happened to your hands, Bella?"

"...Just an accident while cooking." You responded gravelly, then cleared your throat.

"Are you sure? Doesn't look like it." He pried, frowning.

"Don't worry about it." You murmured.

"I should heal this for you. My stand ability—"

"No, it's fine, really." You interrupted.

"Very well then." He muttered.

The car ride was silent until he arrived at Alexander's estate.

"Thanks... Giorno." You forced a smile and quickly got out.

You opened the door and all the lights were off, it was also totally quiet. You had an eerie, sinking feeling as you took your shoes off and quietly walked inside.

"Alex...ander?" You called out, "Alima?"

You walked slowly into the living room, your heart dropping as you saw a trail of blood slowly traveling across the floor.

You came closer and gasped.

Alexander. Alima. Leo. Elena.

Slashes across their chests, their backs... You looked down at your hands and they were suddenly covered in blood, your katana stained with blood in your right hand.

"No..." You whispered, "This isn't real..."

"No! Cheri Lady..." You called out your stand, only to hear her soft giggles as she morphed her appearance to yours, face and clothes stained in blood.

"This is your future, Y/n." She said, grinning, "Isn't this what you want?"

"No! This is all but an illusion..." You whispered, your vision spiraling. You felt wetness running down your cheeks, but they weren't tears.

You wiped your cheeks and saw the blood flowing from your eyes. A side effect of something Cheri Lady's abilities rarely allowed you to do—A premonition. A look into the future.

"Your hatred will drive you to a dark, dark place, Y/n... The grudge you've held in your heart for so many years is fueling your yearning for vengeance..." She laughed more.

"No, Cheri Lady!" You cried out.

"This is why I've allowed you to have a glimpse into the future, Y/n. Don't you remember the last time?" She laughed deeply, "You saw your handsome friend—Josuke-kun, was it? Murdered by that killer. And your other friends, too."

"I-I—I prevented Yoshikage Kira from killing my friends, y-you showed me how everything would play out..." You stuttered anxiously.

"Now, here you will." She opened her arms and smiled at the scene before you.

"I—"

"But wait. Isn't the rest of your family what you want?"

You turned and you found yourself in the Romano populated neighborhood where all of your extended family lived. Blood smeared on the windows and walls of each house, bodies with slashes across their backs and chests littered each house. The influence of your longing for a normal life—the grudges you aimlessly held in your heart over the years desperately whispering, "Make this your reality. They're nothing to you."

"Come back to reality, Alexander's come back home." She interrupted your psychological turmoil, then vanished. Her giggles echoed in your head.

You turned around, seeing Alexander standing by the door taking his jacket off. "Y/n."

"Alexander." You muttered, regaining your composure.

"Another glimpse into the future, sorellina?" He smiled almost mockingly. Just like his father.

You shook your head and went to grab a tissue to wipe the blood running down your cheeks.

"You should talk to Vince, cuore. He's a mess."

You stopped. Oh shit.

You totally forgot about Vince.

"Ok." You replied, raising your eyebrows.

"I told him about your... engagement. Stupid motherfucker punched me in the face." Alexander hissed and took off his hat.

Yikes.

"Yikes." You remarked.

"He said it's my fault, how I'm just Father's puppet, I don't care about you, blah blah blah." Alexander rolled his eyes.

"Maybe he's right." You shrugged.

He frowned then went back to a normal expression. "Anyway— after we roughed each other up, he started tearing up. The poor guy felt so bad after your argument."

"Ok." You nodded.

"He really wants to apologize, but he can't imagine you with another guy besides him."

"Ok. I don't really give a fuck, so..." You shrugged.

"God, it's like talking to an unemotional psychopath whenever I'm with you." Alexander scowled.

"Ok."

"Where's my wife?" He asked.

You shrugged again. "Dunno. Housewife stuff. It's not like she has a job to go to...her university degrees are collecting dust on the mantel."

"Why don't you get a goddamn job and stop wasting my money all day? Or maybe go to grad school and do something with your life?" He retorted condescendingly.

"Should I make dinner, my handsome and kind brother?" You said mockingly.

"No, I'm afraid you might cut yourself again." He leaned in and mumbled as he took your bandaged hand and glared down at you coldly.

"You don't know anything." You muttered as you met his gaze, eyes beaming a slight red from your stand's instigation.

He gripped your wrist tighter, not letting you pull away. "Those eyes, sorellina... What do you see?"

"I see you dead at my feet." You murmured, a smile creeping up against your lips.

His expression darkened and he shook his head. "Just me? Or the entire clan, too?"

You smirked in response, staying quiet.

He let go of your wrist, shoving you away. "You traitorous, conspiring—"

"Ah, ah, Alexander, I see the truth behind your meaningless lies. No need to curse me." You interrupted, your hands shaking for the release of spilling blood.

"Maybe I should kill him."

"You shouldn't have come back here, Y/n. I can just see that murderous look in your eyes. It's sickening, waking up every day and seeing you plotting on all of us." Alexander replied, rubbing his eyes.

"It's because of you, Alessandro. You made me this way."

He sighed deeply and rubbed his forehead. "I'm not some man you can use your pretty face to manipulate, Y/n. I'm not Vince, nor your little boytoy the Don."

"Don Giovanna is lucky to be betrothed to me. I'm the most sought after woman in Italy." You smirked more.

"Dio mio, Y/n... Your arrogance is painful to listen to." Your brother winced at your arrogance.

"But I'm the most beautiful woman around, na? I know how those mobsters speak of me when I'm not around." You retorted pridefully.

"You don't know shit about how our organization works, Y/n. You're just a pretty face among a crowd of lustful men." He grew more intimidating as he leered over you, making you a little nervous.

"S-Stop it, Alessandro, I'm not a child anymore." You retorted, taking a step away from him.

He grabbed your collar. "Why do you think they bow down to you so easily, hm? Because they respect you?"

Sweat started to form on your forehead and you put an innocent, fearful look on your face. Alexander couldn’t stand it.

“Get out of my face,” he murmured, shoving you to the ground roughly as he let go, “I don’t know how you turned out this way…”

“And how exactly did I turn out?” You inquired.

“Manipulative and conceited. Get the fuck out of my sight.” He snapped.

You got on your feet dizzily and smirked, walking upstairs.

“M-Me? Manipulative? How could you say that…” You whispered to yourself, making a false hurt expression.

You were more manipulative than you’d like to admit, but so what? There’s nothing wrong with wanting to have some control over other’s emotions.

Your judgement was clouded. It was hard to tell what was good and bad, everything was just a blur for you.

The influence of your hatred had driven you this far.

Murdererous intent, bloodlust, invasive thoughts-- You were just one more argument with Alexander away from going to the Romano estate and slaughtering everyone.

You sighed shakily, running a hand through your hair.

"Whatever." Your conflicted expression faded into an unaffected one.

"I did this to myself."

[joestvr]

༺✮ atashi no kimyona jinsei // あたしの奇妙な人生 ✮༻

༺✮ summary: five years after the fall of diavolo, you, y/n romano, who was sent away to japan at 11 to further your studies—find the courage to come back to naples after living out your schoolgirl & gaijin university student facade in morio-chou to see how your clan’s worsened—as well as become the “donna” of your father’s gang, il terrore, while your older brother is the real leader behind the scenes, just using you as a front. with plans to murder your clan, you seek the particularly handsome young don of passione for friendship. with your tyrant father’s intervention, your friendship with the don turns to something you never saw coming.

★ 1 // il terrore

★ 2 // bella

★ 3 // viva romano

★ 4 // morte al romano

★ 5 // sorellina

★ 6 // amore

a/n: me pretending this chapter isn't short af

tw for whatever idk

1 week later

After a week of trying not to kill yourself or packing your bags and fleeing Italy, rotting in your bed and rethinking your life decisions, you finally forced yourself to get up.

In a daze, you took a taxi and made your way to where Trish was staying. AKA: Giorno's mansion and Bucciarati gang household.

You rung the doorbell and prayed Trish would answer it, and she did not. It was Bucciarati... He was quite handsome, you noticed this from the first time you met him. Charming, too.

"Ah, Donna Romano." He smiled charmingly, inviting you inside.

"Please, there's no need for honorifics." You stepped inside the beautiful foyer. It was just as Trish had described.

You wondered if Giorno would buy a house like this for you after marriage.

"Bella, it is, then." He kissed your hand and looked up, "Trish is just upstairs."

"Thank you." You squeezed his hand and nearly ran up the stairs in excitement.

You burst through her room and shut it, locking the door. "Triiishh~"

"Babe, what happened?" She stood up from her bed and hugged you.

"Bucciarati's kinda hot! That dark hair, eyes, and charming smile~" You giggled and sat down in bed with her.

Her smile faded into a cringe as she put her hand on your shoulder. "Babe, please don't say that again. Bucciarati's like a father to us."

"He could totally be a DILF then! Isn't he so cute?" You said through your laughs.

"Gross."

You chuckled and hugged her more.

"Y/n, are you okay? You seem a little..." she furrowed her eyebrows, "Are you high?"

You stopped laughing. "What the hell? No!"

"You must be high off of insanity, if not a certain substance..." She mumbled incoherently.

"I'm just trying to be positive." You replied increduosly.

"Is everything okay?" She replied, starting to get concerned. You always acted delirious like this when you were-- more or less, depressed.

You shrugged. "Um, I'm getting married off, so..."

"WHAT?!"

★★★★★★★

On your way out, you noticed Giorno waiting by the door. You felt a sense of dread, he had probably known about the arrangement by now, but you hoped he wouldn't mention it.

"Giorno." His name left your lips with a sigh as you stared into his beautiful emerald eyes, feeling solemn. You put on your heels and coat, picking up your purse, a little too close to him for comfort. The tension was thick in the air, making your breath hitch in your throat.

"Bella. Everything okay?" He said in his usual smooth, charming voice, with a sincere smile. His tall figure towering over you, his golden hair was down, curled in intricate ways, the familiar scent of his cologne making you crave more, the setting sun's light hitting his face so perfectly.

What was this feeling?

"Yes," you said in a raspy voice after a moment of silence, looking down.

"Do you need a ride? I don't mind."

"No, thank you, I can just walk." You shook your head, moving a few strands of hair from your face, then tried to walk past him.

"Please, I insist." He pleaded, taking your hand, making heat rise to your cheeks and look up at him. His warm calloused fingertips brushed over the bandages that covered your hands, and he looked down, a pained expression coming over his face at the sight. How embarrassing, you thought, wanting to cry.

You immediately pulled your hand away, frightened at his sudden touch, at a loss for words.

"Sorry." He noticed your tense demeanor and took a step back, not wanting to make you uneasy. That's a sight for sore eyes, you thought. Vince was never like that.

"No... I—You can take me home..." You mustered out nervously.

"Are you sure? I don't want to make you uncomfortable." He said with such a tender and caring voice, you would melt. When has Vince ever treated you like this?

"Maybe this won't be so bad... Being with Giorno." 

"It—It's okay, I really appreciate it." You managed to smile, avoiding eye contact with him.

He grabbed a key and opened the door for you, letting you go first.

He went to the garage and opened it, revealing the most gorgeous burgundy Lamborghini. You bit your lip and squealed, your apprehension suddenly fading away.

Your second most beloved interest besides fashion: Cars. You loved cars as much as you loved fashion, which said a lot.

"What a beautiful car, GioGio!" You smiled wide, looking up at him.

He smiled back down at you. "Not as beautiful as you, amore."

"Waaah... He's mega rich... He really is a Don..." 

He unlocked the car, the winged doors going up, allowing you to sit inside the luxurious passenger seat.

He got in and started the car, pulling out of the driveway with ease and driving smoothly.

After five minutes of silence, he sighed deeply and kept his eyes on the road, and spoke up. "Y/n, if you are not happy with this arrangement... I will gladly break it off. I don't want to force you into anything." His tone was serious, but so loving.

"No, Giorno, I— I don't have anything against this..." You mumbled earnestly.

"Please, amore," he pleaded, "I would never do anything to force you into this engagement and I will not be angry if you're not comfortable going through with it. I understand if you don't want to, we don't know each other very well."

You shook your head. "I'm willing to give this a try. We can get to know each other."

"As you wish." He nodded.

A few minutes later, he stopped at a red light and looked down at your hands, then back up at you. "May I ask what happened to your hands, Bella?"

"...Just an accident while cooking." You responded gravelly, then cleared your throat.

"Are you sure? Doesn't look like it." He pried, frowning.

"Don't worry about it." You murmured.

"I should heal this for you. My stand ability—"

"No, it's fine, really." You interrupted.

"Very well then." He muttered.

The car ride was silent until he arrived at Alexander's estate.

"Thanks... Giorno." You forced a smile and quickly got out.

You opened the door and all the lights were off, it was also totally quiet. You had an eerie, sinking feeling as you took your shoes off and quietly walked inside.

"Alex...ander?" You called out, "Alima?"

You walked slowly into the living room, your heart dropping as you saw a trail of blood slowly traveling across the floor.

You came closer and gasped.

Alexander. Alima. Leo. Elena.

Slashes across their chests, their backs... You looked down at your hands and they were suddenly covered in blood, your katana stained with blood in your right hand.

"No..." You whispered, "This isn't real..."

"No! Cheri Lady..." You called out your stand, only to hear her soft giggles as she morphed her appearance to yours, face and clothes stained in blood.

"This is your future, Y/n." She said, grinning, "Isn't this what you want?"

"No! This is all but an illusion..." You whispered, your vision spiraling. You felt wetness running down your cheeks, but they weren't tears.

You wiped your cheeks and saw the blood flowing from your eyes. A side effect of something Cheri Lady's abilities rarely allowed you to do—A premonition. A look into the future.

"Your hatred will drive you to a dark, dark place, Y/n... The grudge you've held in your heart for so many years is fueling your yearning for vengeance..." She laughed more.

"No, Cheri Lady!" You cried out.

"This is why I've allowed you to have a glimpse into the future, Y/n. Don't you remember the last time?" She laughed deeply, "You saw your handsome friend—Josuke-kun, was it? Murdered by that killer. And your other friends, too."

"I-I—I prevented Yoshikage Kira from killing my friends, y-you showed me how everything would play out..." You stuttered anxiously.

"Now, here you will." She opened her arms and smiled at the scene before you.

"I—"

"But wait. Isn't the rest of your family what you want?"

You turned and you found yourself in the Romano populated neighborhood where all of your extended family lived. Blood smeared on the windows and walls of each house, bodies with slashes across their backs and chests littered each house. The influence of your longing for a normal life—the grudges you aimlessly held in your heart over the years desperately whispering, "Make this your reality. They're nothing to you."

"Come back to reality, Alexander's come back home." She interrupted your psychological turmoil, then vanished. Her giggles echoed in your head.

You turned around, seeing Alexander standing by the door taking his jacket off. "Y/n."

"Alexander." You muttered, regaining your composure.

"Another glimpse into the future, sorellina?" He smiled almost mockingly. Just like his father.

You shook your head and went to grab a tissue to wipe the blood running down your cheeks.

"You should talk to Vince, cuore. He's a mess."

You stopped. Oh shit.

You totally forgot about Vince.

"Ok." You replied, raising your eyebrows.

"I told him about your... engagement. Stupid motherfucker punched me in the face." Alexander hissed and took off his hat.

Yikes.

"Yikes." You remarked.

"He said it's my fault, how I'm just Father's puppet, I don't care about you, blah blah blah." Alexander rolled his eyes.

"Maybe he's right." You shrugged.

He frowned then went back to a normal expression. "Anyway— after we roughed each other up, he started tearing up. The poor guy felt so bad after your argument."

"Ok." You nodded.

"He really wants to apologize, but he can't imagine you with another guy besides him."

"Ok. I don't really give a fuck, so..." You shrugged.

"God, it's like talking to an unemotional psychopath whenever I'm with you." Alexander scowled.

"Ok."

"Where's my wife?" He asked.

You shrugged again. "Dunno. Housewife stuff. It's not like she has a job to go to...her university degrees are collecting dust on the mantel."

"Why don't you get a goddamn job and stop wasting my money all day? Or maybe go to grad school and do something with your life?" He retorted condescendingly.

"Should I make dinner, my handsome and kind brother?" You said mockingly.

"No, I'm afraid you might cut yourself again." He leaned in and mumbled as he took your bandaged hand and glared down at you coldly.

"You don't know anything." You muttered as you met his gaze, eyes beaming a slight red from your stand's instigation.

He gripped your wrist tighter, not letting you pull away. "Those eyes, sorellina... What do you see?"

"I see you dead at my feet." You murmured, a smile creeping up against your lips.

His expression darkened and he shook his head. "Just me? Or the entire clan, too?"

You smirked in response, staying quiet.

He let go of your wrist, shoving you away. "You traitorous, conspiring—"

"Ah, ah, Alexander, I see the truth behind your meaningless lies. No need to curse me." You interrupted, your hands shaking for the release of spilling blood.

"Maybe I should kill him."

"You shouldn't have come back here, Y/n. I can just see that murderous look in your eyes. It's sickening, waking up every day and seeing you plotting on all of us." Alexander replied, rubbing his eyes.

"It's because of you, Alessandro. You made me this way."

He sighed deeply and rubbed his forehead. "I'm not some man you can use your pretty face to manipulate, Y/n. I'm not Vince, nor your little boytoy the Don."

"Don Giovanna is lucky to be betrothed to me. I'm the most sought after woman in Italy." You smirked more.

"Dio mio, Y/n... Your arrogance is painful to listen to." Your brother winced at your arrogance.

"But I'm the most beautiful woman around, na? I know how those mobsters speak of me when I'm not around." You retorted pridefully.

"You don't know shit about how our organization works, Y/n. You're just a pretty face among a crowd of lustful men." He grew more intimidating as he leered over you, making you a little nervous.

"S-Stop it, Alessandro, I'm not a child anymore." You retorted, taking a step away from him.

He grabbed your collar. "Why do you think they bow down to you so easily, hm? Because they respect you?"

Sweat started to form on your forehead and you put an innocent, fearful look on your face. Alexander couldn’t stand it.

“Get out of my face,” he murmured, shoving you to the ground roughly as he let go, “I don’t know how you turned out this way…”

“And how exactly did I turn out?” You inquired.

“Manipulative and conceited. Get the fuck out of my sight.” He snapped.

You got on your feet dizzily and smirked, walking upstairs.

“M-Me? Manipulative? How could you say that…” You whispered to yourself, making a false hurt expression.

You were more manipulative than you’d like to admit, but so what? There’s nothing wrong with wanting to have some control over other’s emotions.

Your judgement was clouded. It was hard to tell what was good and bad, everything was just a blur for you.

The influence of your hatred had driven you this far.

Murdererous intent, bloodlust, invasive thoughts-- You were just one more argument with Alexander away from going to the Romano estate and slaughtering everyone.

You sighed shakily, running a hand through your hair.

"Whatever." Your conflicted expression faded into an unaffected one.

"I did this to myself."

[joestvr]

༺✮ atashi no kimyona jinsei // あたしの奇妙な人生 ✮༻

༺✮ summary: five years after the fall of diavolo, you, y/n romano, who was sent away to japan at 11 to further your studies—find the courage to come back to naples after living out your schoolgirl & gaijin university student facade in morio-chou to see how your clan’s worsened—as well as become the “donna” of your father’s gang, il terrore, while your older brother is the real leader behind the scenes, just using you as a front. with plans to murder your clan, you seek the particularly handsome young don of passione for friendship. with your tyrant father’s intervention, your friendship with the don turns to something you never saw coming.

★ 1 // il terrore

★ 2 // bella

★ 3 // viva romano

★ 4 // morte al romano

★ 5 // sorellina

cw: it gets kinda dark this chapter💀self harm(cheri lady telling y/n to do it😭😭), y/n being delusional, bloodlust, thoughts of murder, and heavy overthinking ~

5 days later

This evening, your father was coming to have a talk with you.

You were planning on killing him, of course.

You glanced at your watch, waiting by the door. 5:02.

The doorbell rang. You answered and saw your father... and Alexander?

"Father. Alexander." You forced a smile, letting them inside.

You told them to wait in the living room while you made tea.

As you made the tea, sweat trickling down the side of your face, your hands trembling, your pupils the size of pinpoints.

It was Alexander, he was preventing this.

Should you even have told him?

But you weren't going to kill just your father. You were going to take out the entire Romano clan. You needed to. They were a poison to Italy. They were too powerful.

Could Alexander have figured it out?

You had a million different stories coming up in your head, trying not to fall into delusion and struggling to separate fantasy from reality.

You being the woman leader of Il Terrore... Just a front-- A cover up that your father wanted you to believe. It was all Alexander anyway, he was the real Don. He could easily remove you from his plans for the clan. But he didn't know that you knew the truth... Right?

You brought the teapot and cups on a silver tray, setting it down and pouring the tea into cups for them.

"So what did you want to talk about, Father?" You asked.

"You've come to the age where you require a partner and someone to assist you with our gang activities, Y/n." Your father said, taking a sip of tea then taking a cigar out of his breast pocket and lighting it.

"Wh-What do you mean, Father?" You replied nervously.

A large cloud of smoke exited his mouth. "What I'm saying is it's time for you to get married and settle down already."

Your heart was beating in your ears.

Your hands were shaking.

You felt like you were going to pass out.

The room twisted in your vision, your mind wanting to turn to delusion.

"N-No--" You laughed, "I'm only twenty."

"Mia bella sorellina, mia cara, cuore mio," Alexander said desperately, frowning, "Please just consider this. It's a Romano tradition."

"No." You laughed again, "I'm not a Romano. I'm not like any of you. The only thing we share is a last name."

"Y/n, since you're so eager to not be a part of this clan anymore, you are going to be betrothed to Giorno Giovanna, the Don of Passione."

What? What?

"A-Are you serious?" You breathed out.

"I already know you went without asking for permission and made friends with him, so this is what you get for going behind my back. " Your father said.

What?

"Che cazzo fai, padre?" What the fuck are you doing, father? You muttered weakly.

"This is your fate. You two will be perfect together and will make a perfect heir."

What?

"Perché, padre? Ch-Che cosa ho fatto di sbagri—sbagliato?" Why, Father? What did I do wrong? You cried out, stumbling over your words in Italian after so long of only speaking Japanese and English.

"Look at you, you've forgotten your family, your culture, your values, and now your language! How much of a useless tramp are you?!" He yelled angrily.

You opened your mouth to argue back, but he was quick to raise his hand against you and slap you to keep you quiet.

"Cagna stupida." Stupid bitch. He spat angrily then stood up, walking out.

You were stunned.

You were seconds away from turning to your fantasy of a perfect life and ignoring your surroundings.

You were disassociating, but you were too shocked to fully comprehend it. You started to pick at the skin on your hand.

Tears formed in your eyes. A smile crept up on your lips. You bit on your lip until it bled, holding back laughter.

"Y/n.. Mia cara sorellina..." Alexander began guiltily.

"Che cazzo, Alessandro? You knew, didn't you?" You said, fighting a grin.

"Listen to me, Y/n, I was going to tell you—"

You burst out laughing at that, turning hysterical beyond control.

"I shouldn't have told you anything! You planned this."You exclaimed humorously.

"Oh, of course all the blame comes onto me!" He stood up and shouted.

"You are such a weak bastard! I don't mean anything to you! I never have!" You replied, still laughing as tears ran down your cheeks.

He grew furious at that. "Why, you ungrateful little girl! Don't forget what I did for you while Father was too busy drinking and smoking at the bar all day! Don't forget how I pushed my grief aside after Mom died to take care of YOU!"

You sniffled. "Stop fucking lying, Alessandro! Don't forget how you supported father's decision to send me away when I was 11! I've only been back here twice since then, and the last time we saw each other I was 15!"

"Fuck, Y/n, you're such a brat... You're just like a little kid... You're a grown woman, for fuck's sake! Act your age!" Your older brother struggled to stay calm.

"Get the fuck out of here! I don't have time to deal with your multiple personalities." You scowled.

"As you wish, sorellina." He complied bitterly and left, slamming the door shut.

You were burning with anger, furious. You grabbed a tissue and wiped the running mascara off your face.

"I should kill him too..." You murmured to yourself, while intrusive thoughts started to fill your mind. Your hand twitched, genuinely wanting to murder him in that moment.

You were about to light a cigarette when you heard a familiar young voice call out your name, "Y/n?"

Leo walked into the room where you were sitting with a disappointed expression, scarily resembling Alexander. You were a bit afraid since he was already 190cm, just 3cm away from being the same as his father.

You flinched and took the cigarette out of your mouth. "Yes, Leo?"

"What the fuck are you arguing with my dad about? So much yelling." Leo responded, his voice almost as harsh as Alexander's always was to you.

"I-I'm sorry, sweetheart, I didn't know you were still home. I thought you went with your mother and Elena?" You mustered out nervously.

"I was playing video games. What did Dad say?" He said.

"Don't worry about it." You shook your head.

"Y/n..."

"Leonardo, I'm not in the mood." You responded back authoritatively.

"Fine. Sorry. Can I go to my friend's house while Mama and Dad are gone?"

"No," You furrowed your eyebrows, "Don't you need to study?"

"You're not my mom. Who are you to tell me what to do?" Before you could make another remark, he scowled just like Alexander and went out the front door, slamming it shut.

You were dizzy and lightheaded from everything that just happened, and sat down on the sofa, becoming riddled with anxiety.

"Kusso..." You muttered to yourself, extremely anxious, picking at your fingers and hands, "I'm being betrothed to the son of Dio... What will Jotaro-san think? Koichi-kun? Josuke-kun? Shit..."

"Kusso... Should I even tell Jotaro-san? Just seven years ago we were dealing with remnants of Dio... I don't want to bother him... He's probably working... Fuck..." You were overwhelmed with anxiety and muttering to yourself like a crazy person.

What will you do? Get engaged? Or take out your clan first?

Once again, you were struggling to separate delusion from reality and you had different scenarios coming up in your head that made you feel schizophrenic. You were delirious.

Without even noticing, your fingers became bloody from picking at them, along with the backs of your hands, old wounds opening up on your palms from past self infliction.

You felt yourself wanting to see more blood. A smile crept up against your lips as you gnawed on your lower lip. You hadn't felt this bloodthirsty since Kira Yoshikage.

You stood up to get the first aid kit in the kitchen, catching a glance at the knives, making you stop and stare.

"Do it." Cheri Lady mocked.

"Come on, Y/n, your palms aren't bloody enough, right? It'll be just like old times." She smirked.

Without hesitation, before you knew it, you were staring at the bloody gash across your left palm with a sullen smile on your face. It hurt so good.

Watching the blood gush out of your fragile hands, you loved it.

Drip, drip, drip. You wanted more. The kitchen sink below your hand was red from your blood.

You chuckled breathlessly, feeling a lightheaded, dizzy rush overwhelm your body, then sighed with petty satisfaction.

You were about to cut your wrist, a no-no spot for you because it scarred badly and told everyone that you cut yourself on purpose but you hesitated.

"Alright, that's enough, Y/n." Alima's voice startled you, making you snap out of your daze and drop the bloodied knife in the sink, making a loud sound.

"Sh-Shit, Alima—"

"How much longer are you going to keep doing this to yourself, Y/n?! What if one of my children came home and saw this?!" She burst out, making you stand there with shock. Alima never yelled at you.

"Or, God forbid, your brother walked in and saw you doing this? By God, Y/n, Alexander would slap you so hard you would forget ever losing your sense like this!" Her voice broke as tears welled up in her eyes. You suddenly felt a tiny sliver of remorse.

After all these years of your family betraying and destroying your feelings, Alima was the only one who truly cared about you. She had nothing but love for you.

Your heart was in emotional turmoil. "Alima, I..."

She approached you and gasped at all the blood that was pouring into the sink from the deep wound on your palm. Tears started to run down her face and it hurt to see her so horrified from your selfish pleasure.

"I wish I knew how to help you... Please stop doing this, Y/n..." She wept, shaking her head.

"Alima, don't cry." You murmured calmly, your sanity returning.

You took a deep breath, the pain from the wound feeling unbearable, but you enjoyed it at the same time, feeling high off of your blood loss. You were in guilty bliss.

"Doesn't it hurt, Y/n? How can you keep living like this?" She sobbed, breathing shakily.

"Please, Alima, stop crying. I'm sorry you had to see me like this." You responded, a blank expression on your face. She shook her head and sat down at the dinner table, covering her face while she cried.

"Alima," You sat down in front of her and tried to moved her hands from her face, which made her jerk away.

"I can't even look at your face..." She sobbed, "Every time I look at you, I can only see the little girl who begged me not to marry her big brother because he was mean... You're still just a child to me..."

Pain flashed across your face, but not from your throbbing wound. She still thought of you like that? It had been sixteen years since she married your brother.

"I'm going to take a shower." You mumbled numbly and went upstairs.

As you stepped in the shower, the hot water making the pain from your cut unbearable, watching lightheadedly as the reddened water swirled around the drain.

You began to question why you came back to Naples in the first place.

Why did I come back here?

What was my goal?

I should have known.

When you returned to Naples in 2001, you were targeted by Diavolo for your knowledge of his whereabouts and somehow escaped with your life because of your stand. You packed your bags and ran back to Morioh as fast as you could to continue your typical-schoolgirl facade and forget about everything that happened.

What will the Don think? A wife who gets so immersed at the sight of blood, who craves it so much she cuts herself?

I should have stayed in Japan. I could have become a resident at a high ranking hospital or even a model. I'm too beautiful for this.

The gem of the Romano Clan: Married off to the Don of Passione... I could have gone to America and been dating Hollywood stars... I'm so beautiful...

Your mind was going in circles, and you were quite literally spiraling in your arrogance. You were about to pass out but caught yourself and got out of the shower quickly.

After getting dressed and going back downstairs to the kitchen, you went to a nearby cabinet containing medical supplies and grabbed a bottle of rubbing alcohol and a roll of bandages.

Alima was still sitting at the table with her hands over her face.

"Alima, I hope you're not still crying." You said softly as you went to sit down across from her and prepare a cotton ball with rubbing alcohol on it.

You pressed the cotton ball to your wound and it stung so bad, you had to smile.

"Stop that, Y/n!" She suddenly yelled with a shaky voice, making you jump.

You didn't respond and finished cleaning up the wound, wrapping the bandages tightly around your hand. You felt relieved from the pain.

She wouldn't stop crying, and you couldn't bring yourself to feel any guilt. Coldhearted and uncaring—That's how it is being a Romano, right?

"Alima, Alexander's gonna come home soon. Please stop crying." You fastened the bandages and forcefully moved her hands from her face, giving her a hug.

"I should just tell him and you can get your ass beat... You don't deserve my kindness..." She sobbed on your shoulder. You suddenly felt the same fear you felt all throughout your childhood caused by your father flood back into you. 

Will she really tell Alexander?

"I—I'm sorry, o-okay? Forget this-s happened." You stuttered, fear setting in at the thought of your older brother finding out.

She didn't respond and just sniffled.

"Alima? You won't tell him, r-right?" You said anxiously, "Right?"

"Fuck, Y/n, I won't! Stop being paranoid!" She pulled away and shouted, standing up.

"I-I'm so sorry, Alima, I'm s-so sorry you had to see me like this." You said solemnly.

"Enough." She held a hand up and went upstairs.

You were in a pit of anxiety, desperately trying not to rip the bandages off and hurt yourself all over again.

"I should really kill Alexander..." You whispered to yourself, Cheri Lady's unwanted, murderous whispers taking its toll in your head, "I should really kill him. He's just like the rest... He doesn't matter to me..."

"He doesn't matter to me."

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༺✮ atashi no kimyona jinsei // あたしの奇妙な人生 ✮༻

༺✮ summary: five years after the fall of diavolo, you, y/n romano, who was sent away to japan at 11 to further your studies—find the courage to come back to naples after living out your schoolgirl & gaijin university student facade in morio-chou to see how your clan’s worsened—as well as become the “donna” of your father’s gang, il terrore, while your older brother is the real leader behind the scenes, just using you as a front. with plans to murder your clan, you seek the particularly handsome young don of passione for friendship. with your tyrant father’s intervention, your friendship with the don turns to something you never saw coming.

★ 1 // il terrore

★ 2 // bella

★ 3 // viva romano

★ 4 // morte al romano

★ 5 // sorellina

cw: it gets kinda dark this chapter💀self harm(cheri lady telling y/n to do it😭😭), y/n being delusional, bloodlust, thoughts of murder, and heavy overthinking ~

5 days later

This evening, your father was coming to have a talk with you.

You were planning on killing him, of course.

You glanced at your watch, waiting by the door. 5:02.

The doorbell rang. You answered and saw your father... and Alexander?

"Father. Alexander." You forced a smile, letting them inside.

You told them to wait in the living room while you made tea.

As you made the tea, sweat trickling down the side of your face, your hands trembling, your pupils the size of pinpoints.

It was Alexander, he was preventing this.

Should you even have told him?

But you weren't going to kill just your father. You were going to take out the entire Romano clan. You needed to. They were a poison to Italy. They were too powerful.

Could Alexander have figured it out?

You had a million different stories coming up in your head, trying not to fall into delusion and struggling to separate fantasy from reality.

You being the woman leader of Il Terrore... Just a front-- A cover up that your father wanted you to believe. It was all Alexander anyway, he was the real Don. He could easily remove you from his plans for the clan. But he didn't know that you knew the truth... Right?

You brought the teapot and cups on a silver tray, setting it down and pouring the tea into cups for them.

"So what did you want to talk about, Father?" You asked.

"You've come to the age where you require a partner and someone to assist you with our gang activities, Y/n." Your father said, taking a sip of tea then taking a cigar out of his breast pocket and lighting it.

"Wh-What do you mean, Father?" You replied nervously.

A large cloud of smoke exited his mouth. "What I'm saying is it's time for you to get married and settle down already."

Your heart was beating in your ears.

Your hands were shaking.

You felt like you were going to pass out.

The room twisted in your vision, your mind wanting to turn to delusion.

"N-No--" You laughed, "I'm only twenty."

"Mia bella sorellina, mia cara, cuore mio," Alexander said desperately, frowning, "Please just consider this. It's a Romano tradition."

"No." You laughed again, "I'm not a Romano. I'm not like any of you. The only thing we share is a last name."

"Y/n, since you're so eager to not be a part of this clan anymore, you are going to be betrothed to Giorno Giovanna, the Don of Passione."

What? What?

"A-Are you serious?" You breathed out.

"I already know you went without asking for permission and made friends with him, so this is what you get for going behind my back. " Your father said.

What?

"Che cazzo fai, padre?" What the fuck are you doing, father? You muttered weakly.

"This is your fate. You two will be perfect together and will make a perfect heir."

What?

"Perché, padre? Ch-Che cosa ho fatto di sbagri—sbagliato?" Why, Father? What did I do wrong? You cried out, stumbling over your words in Italian after so long of only speaking Japanese and English.

"Look at you, you've forgotten your family, your culture, your values, and now your language! How much of a useless tramp are you?!" He yelled angrily.

You opened your mouth to argue back, but he was quick to raise his hand against you and slap you to keep you quiet.

"Cagna stupida." Stupid bitch. He spat angrily then stood up, walking out.

You were stunned.

You were seconds away from turning to your fantasy of a perfect life and ignoring your surroundings.

You were disassociating, but you were too shocked to fully comprehend it. You started to pick at the skin on your hand.

Tears formed in your eyes. A smile crept up on your lips. You bit on your lip until it bled, holding back laughter.

"Y/n.. Mia cara sorellina..." Alexander began guiltily.

"Che cazzo, Alessandro? You knew, didn't you?" You said, fighting a grin.

"Listen to me, Y/n, I was going to tell you—"

You burst out laughing at that, turning hysterical beyond control.

"I shouldn't have told you anything! You planned this."You exclaimed humorously.

"Oh, of course all the blame comes onto me!" He stood up and shouted.

"You are such a weak bastard! I don't mean anything to you! I never have!" You replied, still laughing as tears ran down your cheeks.

He grew furious at that. "Why, you ungrateful little girl! Don't forget what I did for you while Father was too busy drinking and smoking at the bar all day! Don't forget how I pushed my grief aside after Mom died to take care of YOU!"

You sniffled. "Stop fucking lying, Alessandro! Don't forget how you supported father's decision to send me away when I was 11! I've only been back here twice since then, and the last time we saw each other I was 15!"

"Fuck, Y/n, you're such a brat... You're just like a little kid... You're a grown woman, for fuck's sake! Act your age!" Your older brother struggled to stay calm.

"Get the fuck out of here! I don't have time to deal with your multiple personalities." You scowled.

"As you wish, sorellina." He complied bitterly and left, slamming the door shut.

You were burning with anger, furious. You grabbed a tissue and wiped the running mascara off your face.

"I should kill him too..." You murmured to yourself, while intrusive thoughts started to fill your mind. Your hand twitched, genuinely wanting to murder him in that moment.

You were about to light a cigarette when you heard a familiar young voice call out your name, "Y/n?"

Leo walked into the room where you were sitting with a disappointed expression, scarily resembling Alexander. You were a bit afraid since he was already 190cm, just 3cm away from being the same as his father.

You flinched and took the cigarette out of your mouth. "Yes, Leo?"

"What the fuck are you arguing with my dad about? So much yelling." Leo responded, his voice almost as harsh as Alexander's always was to you.

"I-I'm sorry, sweetheart, I didn't know you were still home. I thought you went with your mother and Elena?" You mustered out nervously.

"I was playing video games. What did Dad say?" He said.

"Don't worry about it." You shook your head.

"Y/n..."

"Leonardo, I'm not in the mood." You responded back authoritatively.

"Fine. Sorry. Can I go to my friend's house while Mama and Dad are gone?"

"No," You furrowed your eyebrows, "Don't you need to study?"

"You're not my mom. Who are you to tell me what to do?" Before you could make another remark, he scowled just like Alexander and went out the front door, slamming it shut.

You were dizzy and lightheaded from everything that just happened, and sat down on the sofa, becoming riddled with anxiety.

"Kusso..." You muttered to yourself, extremely anxious, picking at your fingers and hands, "I'm being betrothed to the son of Dio... What will Jotaro-san think? Koichi-kun? Josuke-kun? Shit..."

"Kusso... Should I even tell Jotaro-san? Just seven years ago we were dealing with remnants of Dio... I don't want to bother him... He's probably working... Fuck..." You were overwhelmed with anxiety and muttering to yourself like a crazy person.

What will you do? Get engaged? Or take out your clan first?

Once again, you were struggling to separate delusion from reality and you had different scenarios coming up in your head that made you feel schizophrenic. You were delirious.

Without even noticing, your fingers became bloody from picking at them, along with the backs of your hands, old wounds opening up on your palms from past self infliction.

You felt yourself wanting to see more blood. A smile crept up against your lips as you gnawed on your lower lip. You hadn't felt this bloodthirsty since Kira Yoshikage.

You stood up to get the first aid kit in the kitchen, catching a glance at the knives, making you stop and stare.

"Do it." Cheri Lady mocked.

"Come on, Y/n, your palms aren't bloody enough, right? It'll be just like old times." She smirked.

Without hesitation, before you knew it, you were staring at the bloody gash across your left palm with a sullen smile on your face. It hurt so good.

Watching the blood gush out of your fragile hands, you loved it.

Drip, drip, drip. You wanted more. The kitchen sink below your hand was red from your blood.

You chuckled breathlessly, feeling a lightheaded, dizzy rush overwhelm your body, then sighed with petty satisfaction.

You were about to cut your wrist, a no-no spot for you because it scarred badly and told everyone that you cut yourself on purpose but you hesitated.

"Alright, that's enough, Y/n." Alima's voice startled you, making you snap out of your daze and drop the bloodied knife in the sink, making a loud sound.

"Sh-Shit, Alima—"

"How much longer are you going to keep doing this to yourself, Y/n?! What if one of my children came home and saw this?!" She burst out, making you stand there with shock. Alima never yelled at you.

"Or, God forbid, your brother walked in and saw you doing this? By God, Y/n, Alexander would slap you so hard you would forget ever losing your sense like this!" Her voice broke as tears welled up in her eyes. You suddenly felt a tiny sliver of remorse.

After all these years of your family betraying and destroying your feelings, Alima was the only one who truly cared about you. She had nothing but love for you.

Your heart was in emotional turmoil. "Alima, I..."

She approached you and gasped at all the blood that was pouring into the sink from the deep wound on your palm. Tears started to run down her face and it hurt to see her so horrified from your selfish pleasure.

"I wish I knew how to help you... Please stop doing this, Y/n..." She wept, shaking her head.

"Alima, don't cry." You murmured calmly, your sanity returning.

You took a deep breath, the pain from the wound feeling unbearable, but you enjoyed it at the same time, feeling high off of your blood loss. You were in guilty bliss.

"Doesn't it hurt, Y/n? How can you keep living like this?" She sobbed, breathing shakily.

"Please, Alima, stop crying. I'm sorry you had to see me like this." You responded, a blank expression on your face. She shook her head and sat down at the dinner table, covering her face while she cried.

"Alima," You sat down in front of her and tried to moved her hands from her face, which made her jerk away.

"I can't even look at your face..." She sobbed, "Every time I look at you, I can only see the little girl who begged me not to marry her big brother because he was mean... You're still just a child to me..."

Pain flashed across your face, but not from your throbbing wound. She still thought of you like that? It had been sixteen years since she married your brother.

"I'm going to take a shower." You mumbled numbly and went upstairs.

As you stepped in the shower, the hot water making the pain from your cut unbearable, watching lightheadedly as the reddened water swirled around the drain.

You began to question why you came back to Naples in the first place.

Why did I come back here?

What was my goal?

I should have known.

When you returned to Naples in 2001, you were targeted by Diavolo for your knowledge of his whereabouts and somehow escaped with your life because of your stand. You packed your bags and ran back to Morioh as fast as you could to continue your typical-schoolgirl facade and forget about everything that happened.

What will the Don think? A wife who gets so immersed at the sight of blood, who craves it so much she cuts herself?

I should have stayed in Japan. I could have become a resident at a high ranking hospital or even a model. I'm too beautiful for this.

The gem of the Romano Clan: Married off to the Don of Passione... I could have gone to America and been dating Hollywood stars... I'm so beautiful...

Your mind was going in circles, and you were quite literally spiraling in your arrogance. You were about to pass out but caught yourself and got out of the shower quickly.

After getting dressed and going back downstairs to the kitchen, you went to a nearby cabinet containing medical supplies and grabbed a bottle of rubbing alcohol and a roll of bandages.

Alima was still sitting at the table with her hands over her face.

"Alima, I hope you're not still crying." You said softly as you went to sit down across from her and prepare a cotton ball with rubbing alcohol on it.

You pressed the cotton ball to your wound and it stung so bad, you had to smile.

"Stop that, Y/n!" She suddenly yelled with a shaky voice, making you jump.

You didn't respond and finished cleaning up the wound, wrapping the bandages tightly around your hand. You felt relieved from the pain.

She wouldn't stop crying, and you couldn't bring yourself to feel any guilt. Coldhearted and uncaring—That's how it is being a Romano, right?

"Alima, Alexander's gonna come home soon. Please stop crying." You fastened the bandages and forcefully moved her hands from her face, giving her a hug.

"I should just tell him and you can get your ass beat... You don't deserve my kindness..." She sobbed on your shoulder. You suddenly felt the same fear you felt all throughout your childhood caused by your father flood back into you. 

Will she really tell Alexander?

"I—I'm sorry, o-okay? Forget this-s happened." You stuttered, fear setting in at the thought of your older brother finding out.

She didn't respond and just sniffled.

"Alima? You won't tell him, r-right?" You said anxiously, "Right?"

"Fuck, Y/n, I won't! Stop being paranoid!" She pulled away and shouted, standing up.

"I-I'm so sorry, Alima, I'm s-so sorry you had to see me like this." You said solemnly.

"Enough." She held a hand up and went upstairs.

You were in a pit of anxiety, desperately trying not to rip the bandages off and hurt yourself all over again.

"I should really kill Alexander..." You whispered to yourself, Cheri Lady's unwanted, murderous whispers taking its toll in your head, "I should really kill him. He's just like the rest... He doesn't matter to me..."

"He doesn't matter to me."

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༺✮ 愛と嫌いーどちだ？

༺✮ summary: after immigrating from your home country to japan at the age of four, the first friend you make is a hafu boy named kujo jotaro, while your mother becomes best friends with his mother. the two of you are inseparable ever since-- until you start high school and he becomes an insufferably handsome delinquent. in school, you pretend you don't like each other and have an occasional banter. at home, you often visit him and partake in... other activities. but still, you're not in a relationship. he's cold and distant, the two of you can never do anything in public together without him making a fuss. the romantic tension between you and him is thick, making your breath hitch in your throat every time you have a moment alone after school.

let me cook with this ok let me cook !! proper title is tentative

[joestvr]

the world really needs more edits, amvs, fanart, fanfiction, whatever, anything, just more content for satoshoko/sugushoko/sashisu i am begging

[joestvr]

༺✮ atashi no kimyona jinsei // あたしの奇妙な人生 ✮༻

༺✮ summary: five years after the fall of diavolo, you, y/n romano, who was sent away to japan at 11 to further your studies—find the courage to come back to naples after living out your schoolgirl & gaijin university student facade in morio-chou to see how your clan’s worsened—as well as become the “donna” of your father’s gang, il terrore, while your older brother is the real leader behind the scenes, just using you as a front. with plans to murder your clan, you seek the particularly handsome young don of passione for friendship. with your tyrant father’s intervention, your friendship with the don turns to something you never saw coming.

★ 1 // il terrore

★ 2 // bella

★ 3 // viva romano

★ 4 // morte al romano

a/n: alessandro is the italian version of alexander. y/n's older brother was born alessandro romano, but his family members prefer just alexander. so when alessandro is mentioned, it's the same as alexander. ~

"Get out of my house."

"Y/n, come on—" pleaded Vince.

"Get out of my house, Ahmed." You said, using his real name that he hated so much. Ouch.

He gasped. "How dare you call me by that name?!"

"Look at what you're making me do!"

"What the fuck am I making you do, tesora, tell me!" He yelled.

You shook your head, deeply disappointed and hurt.

He slammed his hand against the wall. "Answer my question, Y/n! What am I making you do?!"

"Everything! I might as well start doing everything after these godforsaken stunts you're pulling!" You cried out.

"You can't blame me for this!"

"Yes I can, you dumb motherfucker! You're lucky I haven't blown your fucking head off for betraying this organization!" You responded.

"You evil, conniving bitch! What betrayal?! He was my friend!"

"You know we don't take shit like this lightly, Ahmed! Stop making excuses!" You were furious.

"Shut the fuck up! God damn you, Y/n! I'm just a pawn to you!" He screamed.

"Oh really?! I'm nothing to you! You just want to mess with me like every other whore you're fucking with!"

"You stupid bitch, don't make me slap you!" He raised his hand as a warning.

You flinched and looked away, triggered.

"Fine! I'll leave." He raised his hands and opened the door, walking out.

★★★★★★★★★

You groaned in distress and opened a drawer by the mantel, getting a pack of cigarettes. You sat down at the bottom edge of the marble stairs.

You took your lighter out of your pocket, lit the cigarette, then stared at your lighter.

♡☆Viva Romano was engraved on it. Typical.

The front door opened and you saw Alexander, something in his hand.

He threw a newspaper in your face, and you picked it up.

Morte al Romano! Death to the Romano! was the headline. Your grip tightened on the paper, seeing a picture of yourself, Vince, Alexander, and Alima at a restaurant, holding wine glasses up, smirking.

"Great job, Sis." He spoke, taking a cigar out of his pocket and lighting it.

"I am not at fault here." You said as you took the cigarette out of your mouth.

"Yes, you are!" He burst out yelling, and you flinched.

"It has not even been a fucking week since you came back, and now the media want our heads on sticks because of whatever the hell you're doing now! Have you lost your mind?!" He shouted.

"Alexander, listen to me." You mutter, looking down.

"What?!" He burst out again.

"I'm going to kill our father."

His angered expression faded into one of shock. He was stunned.

"Are you serious?" He mustered out, eyes widening.

"God as my witness, Alexander," You pointed upward, "I'm going to kill him. Just wait."

You blew smoke out of your mouth numbly.

He shook his head and inhaled from the cigar. "Do as you please, sorellina."

He stood up and walked out.

You took your cellphone out and flipped it open, texting Trish.

call me... You typed quickly.

★★★★★★★

Trish was sitting in the living room with the rest of the gang, who were watching TV while she was reading Vogue Italia. Narancia was laying his head on her lap, Giorno beside her with his arm behind her.

Her cell phone buzzed and her expression faded seeing the message.

She immediately called you, the phone ringing.

"Yo." You answered.

"Y/n, are you okay?" Trish said softly, furrowing her eyebrows.

She heard you sigh. "Yes. I got into another fight with Vince... That dumb motherfucker, he thinks he can just raise his hand and automatically win the argument."

"WHAT?!" She nearly screamed, "He did what?!"

Everyone looked away from the TV to Trish with concern. Narancia sat up, and Giorno raised his eyebrow.

"Don't worry about it, I'll talk to you later."

"Okay, love you, bye."

"Love you."

She hung up and sighed again warily. "She never gets a single day of peace in her life..."

"Who?" Giorno asked.

"Y/n." She responded.

"Oh. What happened?"

"None of your business." She retorted, then muttered to herself, "Shit, I wish I could put a hit on that idiot.."

"Who do you wanna put a hit on, Trish?" Mista laughed.

"That bastard Vincenzo Sayyid... What an asshole."

"Eh? Isn't he the Donna's boyfriend?" Narancia interjected.

"No, he is not." Giorno retorted sternly.

"Oooh~ Someone has a crush." Mista wooed.

"Sayyid? Is that even an Italian last name?" Abbachio asked.

"No," Bucciarati responded, "His father is from Afghanistan."

"Where's that?" Narancia asked.

"You dumb fuck, it's a country in Central-South Asia." Fugo scowled.

"Afghanistan? So he's a terrorist?" said Mista.

Bucciarati nearly spit out his tea in his cup. "Mista, don't ever say something like that again. He's a mafioso like us."

"Mafioso, gangster, terrorist, whatever." Mista shrugged.

"There's no way his real name is Vincenzo." Narancia said.

"You're right," Fugo said, looking at his laptop, "He was born Ahmed Fateh Ali Sayyid. He adopted the name Vincenzo or Vince during his childhood, and according to records, he likely pulled some strings to 'legally' change his name."

"Damn." said Mista.

"Was he born here?" asked Abbachio.

"Yes, but the government still won't grant him citizenship since he spent most of his childhood in Afghanistan and America." replied Fugo.

"Wow." Narancia raised his eyebrows.

"It's the same thing with the Donna. Rumor has it that she was born in Japan, but her father denies it. According to my informant, her Italian citizenship was revoked in 01' when she came to visit, but the older brother took care of it." continued Fugo.

"As in Alessandro Romano?" questioned Abbachio.

"Yeah, why?"

"Tch," Abbachio scowled in response, "What a bastard. I bet he's the real Don of Il Terrore and making the girl do his biddings so he doesn't get a target on his back."

"Don't start up with the conspiracy now." Trish murmured bitterly.

"Hey, I'm just saying. The guy has a wife and two kids, he has a lot to live for. The girl is barely an Italian or a gangster. Of course it's just a front. Donna, my ass." He scoffed. 

Giorno stopped and thought for a moment. Abbachio could be right--Why else would your family call you back to Naples?

Of course. They had to be using you, there was no other explanation.

"Abbachio, for the love of God, stop bullshitting. Leave the Donna alone." Mista cringed.

"You're only defending her because she's beautiful and arrogant about it." Abbachio spat.

Trish felt offended, you were her best friend and you were being spoken negatively about. "What nonsense is this, Abbachio? Calm down." 

"I had a run-in with Alessandro back when I was a cop. He was insanely cunning and manipulative, talked his way out of prison in just a few hours, using his family as an excuse. They let him go after they found out he was telling the truth... And a hefty tip from a certain mafioso." 

"Who paid them off?" Narancia asked.

"Father Romano," Fugo snorted, "the tyrant." 

Narancia cringed.

Giorno was fascinated. You were such an interesting person. 

But the thought that hung in the back of his mind-- Your father had made an offer to him without you knowing. For marriage.

What would he do?

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༺✮ atashi no kimyona jinsei // あたしの奇妙な人生 ✮༻

༺✮ summary: five years after the fall of diavolo, you, y/n romano, who was sent away to japan at 11 to further your studies—find the courage to come back to naples after living out your schoolgirl & gaijin university student facade in morio-chou to see how your clan’s worsened—as well as become the “donna” of your father’s gang, il terrore, while your older brother is the real leader behind the scenes, just using you as a front. with plans to murder your clan, you seek the particularly handsome young don of passione for friendship. with your tyrant father’s intervention, your friendship with the don turns to something you never saw coming.

★ 1 // il terrore

★ 2 // bella

★ 3 // viva romano

★ 4 // morte al romano

★ 5 // sorellina

★ 6 // amore

cw: it gets kinda dark this chapter💀self harm(cheri lady telling y/n to do it😭😭), y/n being delusional, bloodlust, thoughts of murder, and heavy overthinking ~

5 days later

This evening, your father was coming to have a talk with you.

You were planning on killing him, of course.

You glanced at your watch, waiting by the door. 5:02.

The doorbell rang. You answered and saw your father... and Alexander?

"Father. Alexander." You forced a smile, letting them inside.

You told them to wait in the living room while you made tea.

As you made the tea, sweat trickling down the side of your face, your hands trembling, your pupils the size of pinpoints.

It was Alexander, he was preventing this.

Should you even have told him?

But you weren't going to kill just your father. You were going to take out the entire Romano clan. You needed to. They were a poison to Italy. They were too powerful.

Could Alexander have figured it out?

You had a million different stories coming up in your head, trying not to fall into delusion and struggling to separate fantasy from reality.

You being the woman leader of Il Terrore... Just a front-- A cover up that your father wanted you to believe. It was all Alexander anyway, he was the real Don. He could easily remove you from his plans for the clan. But he didn't know that you knew the truth... Right?

You brought the teapot and cups on a silver tray, setting it down and pouring the tea into cups for them.

"So what did you want to talk about, Father?" You asked.

"You've come to the age where you require a partner and someone to assist you with our gang activities, Y/n." Your father said, taking a sip of tea then taking a cigar out of his breast pocket and lighting it.

"Wh-What do you mean, Father?" You replied nervously.

A large cloud of smoke exited his mouth. "What I'm saying is it's time for you to get married and settle down already."

Your heart was beating in your ears.

Your hands were shaking.

You felt like you were going to pass out.

The room twisted in your vision, your mind wanting to turn to delusion.

"N-No--" You laughed, "I'm only twenty."

"Mia bella sorellina, mia cara, cuore mio," Alexander said desperately, frowning, "Please just consider this. It's a Romano tradition."

"No." You laughed again, "I'm not a Romano. I'm not like any of you. The only thing we share is a last name."

"Y/n, since you're so eager to not be a part of this clan anymore, you are going to be betrothed to Giorno Giovanna, the Don of Passione."

What? What?

"A-Are you serious?" You breathed out.

"I already know you went without asking for permission and made friends with him, so this is what you get for going behind my back. " Your father said.

What?

"Che cazzo fai, padre?" What the fuck are you doing, father? You muttered weakly.

"This is your fate. You two will be perfect together and will make a perfect heir."

What?

"Perché, padre? Ch-Che cosa ho fatto di sbagri—sbagliato?" Why, Father? What did I do wrong? You cried out, stumbling over your words in Italian after so long of only speaking Japanese and English.

"Look at you, you've forgotten your family, your culture, your values, and now your language! How much of a useless tramp are you?!" He yelled angrily.

You opened your mouth to argue back, but he was quick to raise his hand against you and slap you to keep you quiet.

"Cagna stupida." Stupid bitch. He spat angrily then stood up, walking out.

You were stunned.

You were seconds away from turning to your fantasy of a perfect life and ignoring your surroundings.

You were disassociating, but you were too shocked to fully comprehend it. You started to pick at the skin on your hand.

Tears formed in your eyes. A smile crept up on your lips. You bit on your lip until it bled, holding back laughter.

"Y/n.. Mia cara sorellina..." Alexander began guiltily.

"Che cazzo, Alessandro? You knew, didn't you?" You said, fighting a grin.

"Listen to me, Y/n, I was going to tell you—"

You burst out laughing at that, turning hysterical beyond control.

"I shouldn't have told you anything! You planned this."You exclaimed humorously.

"Oh, of course all the blame comes onto me!" He stood up and shouted.

"You are such a weak bastard! I don't mean anything to you! I never have!" You replied, still laughing as tears ran down your cheeks.

He grew furious at that. "Why, you ungrateful little girl! Don't forget what I did for you while Father was too busy drinking and smoking at the bar all day! Don't forget how I pushed my grief aside after Mom died to take care of YOU!"

You sniffled. "Stop fucking lying, Alessandro! Don't forget how you supported father's decision to send me away when I was 11! I've only been back here twice since then, and the last time we saw each other I was 15!"

"Fuck, Y/n, you're such a brat... You're just like a little kid... You're a grown woman, for fuck's sake! Act your age!" Your older brother struggled to stay calm.

"Get the fuck out of here! I don't have time to deal with your multiple personalities." You scowled.

"As you wish, sorellina." He complied bitterly and left, slamming the door shut.

You were burning with anger, furious. You grabbed a tissue and wiped the running mascara off your face.

"I should kill him too..." You murmured to yourself, while intrusive thoughts started to fill your mind. Your hand twitched, genuinely wanting to murder him in that moment.

You were about to light a cigarette when you heard a familiar young voice call out your name, "Y/n?"

Leo walked into the room where you were sitting with a disappointed expression, scarily resembling Alexander. You were a bit afraid since he was already 190cm, just 3cm away from being the same as his father.

You flinched and took the cigarette out of your mouth. "Yes, Leo?"

"What the fuck are you arguing with my dad about? So much yelling." Leo responded, his voice almost as harsh as Alexander's always was to you.

"I-I'm sorry, sweetheart, I didn't know you were still home. I thought you went with your mother and Elena?" You mustered out nervously.

"I was playing video games. What did Dad say?" He said.

"Don't worry about it." You shook your head.

"Y/n..."

"Leonardo, I'm not in the mood." You responded back authoritatively.

"Fine. Sorry. Can I go to my friend's house while Mama and Dad are gone?"

"No," You furrowed your eyebrows, "Don't you need to study?"

"You're not my mom. Who are you to tell me what to do?" Before you could make another remark, he scowled just like Alexander and went out the front door, slamming it shut.

You were dizzy and lightheaded from everything that just happened, and sat down on the sofa, becoming riddled with anxiety.

"Kusso..." You muttered to yourself, extremely anxious, picking at your fingers and hands, "I'm being betrothed to the son of Dio... What will Jotaro-san think? Koichi-kun? Josuke-kun? Shit..."

"Kusso... Should I even tell Jotaro-san? Just seven years ago we were dealing with remnants of Dio... I don't want to bother him... He's probably working... Fuck..." You were overwhelmed with anxiety and muttering to yourself like a crazy person.

What will you do? Get engaged? Or take out your clan first?

Once again, you were struggling to separate delusion from reality and you had different scenarios coming up in your head that made you feel schizophrenic. You were delirious.

Without even noticing, your fingers became bloody from picking at them, along with the backs of your hands, old wounds opening up on your palms from past self infliction.

You felt yourself wanting to see more blood. A smile crept up against your lips as you gnawed on your lower lip. You hadn't felt this bloodthirsty since Kira Yoshikage.

You stood up to get the first aid kit in the kitchen, catching a glance at the knives, making you stop and stare.

"Do it." Cheri Lady mocked.

"Come on, Y/n, your palms aren't bloody enough, right? It'll be just like old times." She smirked.

Without hesitation, before you knew it, you were staring at the bloody gash across your left palm with a sullen smile on your face. It hurt so good.

Watching the blood gush out of your fragile hands, you loved it.

Drip, drip, drip. You wanted more. The kitchen sink below your hand was red from your blood.

You chuckled breathlessly, feeling a lightheaded, dizzy rush overwhelm your body, then sighed with petty satisfaction.

You were about to cut your wrist, a no-no spot for you because it scarred badly and told everyone that you cut yourself on purpose but you hesitated.

"Alright, that's enough, Y/n." Alima's voice startled you, making you snap out of your daze and drop the bloodied knife in the sink, making a loud sound.

"Sh-Shit, Alima—"

"How much longer are you going to keep doing this to yourself, Y/n?! What if one of my children came home and saw this?!" She burst out, making you stand there with shock. Alima never yelled at you.

"Or, God forbid, your brother walked in and saw you doing this? By God, Y/n, Alexander would slap you so hard you would forget ever losing your sense like this!" Her voice broke as tears welled up in her eyes. You suddenly felt a tiny sliver of remorse.

After all these years of your family betraying and destroying your feelings, Alima was the only one who truly cared about you. She had nothing but love for you.

Your heart was in emotional turmoil. "Alima, I..."

She approached you and gasped at all the blood that was pouring into the sink from the deep wound on your palm. Tears started to run down her face and it hurt to see her so horrified from your selfish pleasure.

"I wish I knew how to help you... Please stop doing this, Y/n..." She wept, shaking her head.

"Alima, don't cry." You murmured calmly, your sanity returning.

You took a deep breath, the pain from the wound feeling unbearable, but you enjoyed it at the same time, feeling high off of your blood loss. You were in guilty bliss.

"Doesn't it hurt, Y/n? How can you keep living like this?" She sobbed, breathing shakily.

"Please, Alima, stop crying. I'm sorry you had to see me like this." You responded, a blank expression on your face. She shook her head and sat down at the dinner table, covering her face while she cried.

"Alima," You sat down in front of her and tried to moved her hands from her face, which made her jerk away.

"I can't even look at your face..." She sobbed, "Every time I look at you, I can only see the little girl who begged me not to marry her big brother because he was mean... You're still just a child to me..."

Pain flashed across your face, but not from your throbbing wound. She still thought of you like that? It had been sixteen years since she married your brother.

"I'm going to take a shower." You mumbled numbly and went upstairs.

As you stepped in the shower, the hot water making the pain from your cut unbearable, watching lightheadedly as the reddened water swirled around the drain.

You began to question why you came back to Naples in the first place.

Why did I come back here?

What was my goal?

I should have known.

When you returned to Naples in 2001, you were targeted by Diavolo for your knowledge of his whereabouts and somehow escaped with your life because of your stand. You packed your bags and ran back to Morioh as fast as you could to continue your typical-schoolgirl facade and forget about everything that happened.

What will the Don think? A wife who gets so immersed at the sight of blood, who craves it so much she cuts herself?

I should have stayed in Japan. I could have become a resident at a high ranking hospital or even a model. I'm too beautiful for this.

The gem of the Romano Clan: Married off to the Don of Passione... I could have gone to America and been dating Hollywood stars... I'm so beautiful...

Your mind was going in circles, and you were quite literally spiraling in your arrogance. You were about to pass out but caught yourself and got out of the shower quickly.

After getting dressed and going back downstairs to the kitchen, you went to a nearby cabinet containing medical supplies and grabbed a bottle of rubbing alcohol and a roll of bandages.

Alima was still sitting at the table with her hands over her face.

"Alima, I hope you're not still crying." You said softly as you went to sit down across from her and prepare a cotton ball with rubbing alcohol on it.

You pressed the cotton ball to your wound and it stung so bad, you had to smile.

"Stop that, Y/n!" She suddenly yelled with a shaky voice, making you jump.

You didn't respond and finished cleaning up the wound, wrapping the bandages tightly around your hand. You felt relieved from the pain.

She wouldn't stop crying, and you couldn't bring yourself to feel any guilt. Coldhearted and uncaring—That's how it is being a Romano, right?

"Alima, Alexander's gonna come home soon. Please stop crying." You fastened the bandages and forcefully moved her hands from her face, giving her a hug.

"I should just tell him and you can get your ass beat... You don't deserve my kindness..." She sobbed on your shoulder. You suddenly felt the same fear you felt all throughout your childhood caused by your father flood back into you. 

Will she really tell Alexander?

"I—I'm sorry, o-okay? Forget this-s happened." You stuttered, fear setting in at the thought of your older brother finding out.

She didn't respond and just sniffled.

"Alima? You won't tell him, r-right?" You said anxiously, "Right?"

"Fuck, Y/n, I won't! Stop being paranoid!" She pulled away and shouted, standing up.

"I-I'm so sorry, Alima, I'm s-so sorry you had to see me like this." You said solemnly.

"Enough." She held a hand up and went upstairs.

You were in a pit of anxiety, desperately trying not to rip the bandages off and hurt yourself all over again.

"I should really kill Alexander..." You whispered to yourself, Cheri Lady's unwanted, murderous whispers taking its toll in your head, "I should really kill him. He's just like the rest... He doesn't matter to me..."

"He doesn't matter to me."

[joestvr]

いいな？〜見てくれよぉぉ〜

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i really wanna make a lil childhood best friends to frenemies in highschool jotaro x reader but i'm not sure how it'll go about🙊lmk if i should go ahead with it or not, but i'll make an outline yk

[joestvr]

༺✮ atashi no kimyona jinsei // あたしの奇妙な人生 ✮༻

༺✮ summary: five years after the fall of diavolo, you, y/n romano, who was sent away to japan at 11 to further your studies—find the courage to come back to naples after living out your schoolgirl & gaijin university student facade in morio-chou to see how your clan’s worsened—as well as become the “donna” of your father’s gang, il terrore, while your older brother is the real leader behind the scenes, just using you as a front. with plans to murder your clan, you seek the particularly handsome young don of passione for friendship. with your tyrant father’s intervention, your friendship with the don turns to something you never saw coming.

★ 1 // il terrore

★ 2 // bella

★ 3 // viva romano

★ 4 // morte al romano

a/n: alessandro is the italian version of alexander. y/n's older brother was born alessandro romano, but his family members prefer just alexander. so when alessandro is mentioned, it's the same as alexander. ~

"Get out of my house."

"Y/n, come on—" pleaded Vince.

"Get out of my house, Ahmed." You said, using his real name that he hated so much. Ouch.

He gasped. "How dare you call me by that name?!"

"Look at what you're making me do!"

"What the fuck am I making you do, tesora, tell me!" He yelled.

You shook your head, deeply disappointed and hurt.

He slammed his hand against the wall. "Answer my question, Y/n! What am I making you do?!"

"Everything! I might as well start doing everything after these godforsaken stunts you're pulling!" You cried out.

"You can't blame me for this!"

"Yes I can, you dumb motherfucker! You're lucky I haven't blown your fucking head off for betraying this organization!" You responded.

"You evil, conniving bitch! What betrayal?! He was my friend!"

"You know we don't take shit like this lightly, Ahmed! Stop making excuses!" You were furious.

"Shut the fuck up! God damn you, Y/n! I'm just a pawn to you!" He screamed.

"Oh really?! I'm nothing to you! You just want to mess with me like every other whore you're fucking with!"

"You stupid bitch, don't make me slap you!" He raised his hand as a warning.

You flinched and looked away, triggered.

"Fine! I'll leave." He raised his hands and opened the door, walking out.

★★★★★★★★★

You groaned in distress and opened a drawer by the mantel, getting a pack of cigarettes. You sat down at the bottom edge of the marble stairs.

You took your lighter out of your pocket, lit the cigarette, then stared at your lighter.

♡☆Viva Romano was engraved on it. Typical.

The front door opened and you saw Alexander, something in his hand.

He threw a newspaper in your face, and you picked it up.

Morte al Romano! Death to the Romano! was the headline. Your grip tightened on the paper, seeing a picture of yourself, Vince, Alexander, and Alima at a restaurant, holding wine glasses up, smirking.

"Great job, Sis." He spoke, taking a cigar out of his pocket and lighting it.

"I am not at fault here." You said as you took the cigarette out of your mouth.

"Yes, you are!" He burst out yelling, and you flinched.

"It has not even been a fucking week since you came back, and now the media want our heads on sticks because of whatever the hell you're doing now! Have you lost your mind?!" He shouted.

"Alexander, listen to me." You mutter, looking down.

"What?!" He burst out again.

"I'm going to kill our father."

His angered expression faded into one of shock. He was stunned.

"Are you serious?" He mustered out, eyes widening.

"God as my witness, Alexander," You pointed upward, "I'm going to kill him. Just wait."

You blew smoke out of your mouth numbly.

He shook his head and inhaled from the cigar. "Do as you please, sorellina."

He stood up and walked out.

You took your cellphone out and flipped it open, texting Trish.

call me... You typed quickly.

★★★★★★★

Trish was sitting in the living room with the rest of the gang, who were watching TV while she was reading Vogue Italia. Narancia was laying his head on her lap, Giorno beside her with his arm behind her.

Her cell phone buzzed and her expression faded seeing the message.

She immediately called you, the phone ringing.

"Yo." You answered.

"Y/n, are you okay?" Trish said softly, furrowing her eyebrows.

She heard you sigh. "Yes. I got into another fight with Vince... That dumb motherfucker, he thinks he can just raise his hand and automatically win the argument."

"WHAT?!" She nearly screamed, "He did what?!"

Everyone looked away from the TV to Trish with concern. Narancia sat up, and Giorno raised his eyebrow.

"Don't worry about it, I'll talk to you later."

"Okay, love you, bye."

"Love you."

She hung up and sighed again warily. "She never gets a single day of peace in her life..."

"Who?" Giorno asked.

"Y/n." She responded.

"Oh. What happened?"

"None of your business." She retorted, then muttered to herself, "Shit, I wish I could put a hit on that idiot.."

"Who do you wanna put a hit on, Trish?" Mista laughed.

"That bastard Vincenzo Sayyid... What an asshole."

"Eh? Isn't he the Donna's boyfriend?" Narancia interjected.

"No, he is not." Giorno retorted sternly.

"Oooh~ Someone has a crush." Mista wooed.

"Sayyid? Is that even an Italian last name?" Abbachio asked.

"No," Bucciarati responded, "His father is from Afghanistan."

"Where's that?" Narancia asked.

"You dumb fuck, it's a country in Central-South Asia." Fugo scowled.

"Afghanistan? So he's a terrorist?" said Mista.

Bucciarati nearly spit out his tea in his cup. "Mista, don't ever say something like that again. He's a mafioso like us."

"Mafioso, gangster, terrorist, whatever." Mista shrugged.

"There's no way his real name is Vincenzo." Narancia said.

"You're right," Fugo said, looking at his laptop, "He was born Ahmed Fateh Ali Sayyid. He adopted the name Vincenzo or Vince during his childhood, and according to records, he likely pulled some strings to 'legally' change his name."

"Damn." said Mista.

"Was he born here?" asked Abbachio.

"Yes, but the government still won't grant him citizenship since he spent most of his childhood in Afghanistan and America." replied Fugo.

"Wow." Narancia raised his eyebrows.

"It's the same thing with the Donna. Rumor has it that she was born in Japan, but her father denies it. According to my informant, her Italian citizenship was revoked in 01' when she came to visit, but the older brother took care of it." continued Fugo.

"As in Alessandro Romano?" questioned Abbachio.

"Yeah, why?"

"Tch," Abbachio scowled in response, "What a bastard. I bet he's the real Don of Il Terrore and making the girl do his biddings so he doesn't get a target on his back."

"Don't start up with the conspiracy now." Trish murmured bitterly.

"Hey, I'm just saying. The guy has a wife and two kids, he has a lot to live for. The girl is barely an Italian or a gangster. Of course it's just a front. Donna, my ass." He scoffed. 

Giorno stopped and thought for a moment. Abbachio could be right--Why else would your family call you back to Naples?

Of course. They had to be using you, there was no other explanation.

"Abbachio, for the love of God, stop bullshitting. Leave the Donna alone." Mista cringed.

"You're only defending her because she's beautiful and arrogant about it." Abbachio spat.

Trish felt offended, you were her best friend and you were being spoken negatively about. "What nonsense is this, Abbachio? Calm down." 

"I had a run-in with Alessandro back when I was a cop. He was insanely cunning and manipulative, talked his way out of prison in just a few hours, using his family as an excuse. They let him go after they found out he was telling the truth... And a hefty tip from a certain mafioso." 

"Who paid them off?" Narancia asked.

"Father Romano," Fugo snorted, "the tyrant." 

Narancia cringed.

Giorno was fascinated. You were such an interesting person. 

But the thought that hung in the back of his mind-- Your father had made an offer to him without you knowing. For marriage.

What would he do?

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༺✮ atashi no kimyona jinsei // あたしの奇妙な人生 ✮༻

༺✮ summary: five years after the fall of diavolo, you, y/n romano, who was sent away to japan at 11 to further your studies—find the courage to come back to naples after living out your schoolgirl & gaijin university student facade in morio-chou to see how your clan’s worsened—as well as become the “donna” of your father’s gang, il terrore, while your older brother is the real leader behind the scenes, just using you as a front. with plans to murder your clan, you seek the particularly handsome young don of passione for friendship. with your tyrant father’s intervention, your friendship with the don turns to something you never saw coming.

★ 1 // il terrore

★ 2 // bella

★ 3 // viva romano

You and Alima woke up at 3 am to prepare.

You decided to wear a red V-cut shirt lined with lace and a black miniskirt with a small slit on the thigh. As for shoes, you wore your favorite black Prada pumps.

You walked downstairs quietly, rubbing your forehead.

"Ohayo..." You yawned as you walked into the kitchen, Alima handing you a cup of coffee.

"Ohayo. How'd you sleep?" She asked, going to sit at the dinner table across from you.

"Fine, but I could hear talking from you and Alexander's room almost all night. The hell was that about?" You raised an eyebrow.

She laughed. "He was talking to Jotaro. You know they're best friends."

"What about?"

"The usual... How's the wife, how's Jolene, how's the old man... etcetera. Don't worry." She said reassuringly.

You sighed again and walked over to the library section of the mansion with her, running your fingers over some books until you found the right one, taking it out, getting a key from the empty space, walking to the next room, the tea room.

Your hands hovered over the side of the walls until you found the correct place, then put the key inside and turned it, the vault room behind being revealed.

The vault was filled with Stand Arrows, Requiem Arrows, guns, gold, silver, jewels, family portraits, pictures from your childhood.

"Get whatever you want," you said to Alima, "couldn't give any less of a shit on what goes."

You picked up a pistol, cocked it, then put it under your skirt, tucking it in your shorts, turning away.

★★★★★★★

It was already 5 am. You and Alima had at least 6 cups of coffee, and felt ready for the day.

You blowed out your hair, did your makeup, and tried to look like you weren't about to have a mental breakdown.

Vince and Alexander came downstairs together, laughing. Leo and Elena sleepily followed behind them.

Alexander went over to Alima and hugged her tight. "I can't come today. Have some work to do in the next town over..."

He looked at Leo. "Stay here and babysit your sister. You guys can go out, but BE CAREFUL." He raised his finger in his son's face.

Leo nodded and rolled his eyes. "Sure, old man."

Alexander scoffed then kissed Alima. "Bye, amore. Bye Sis, stay safe."

He waved then left, putting on his hat. You turned to Leo and Elena.

"Leo."

"What's up?"

"Your mother, Vince, and I have some work to do today. Go upstairs until we leave, okay?" You reached up to his head and ruffled his hair.

"Okay. I'll take Elena out later." He said, picking up Elena and going upstairs.

10 minutes passed, and there was violent knocking on the door. You rushed over and opened it to see Giorno and the others.

"Ohayogozai—" you stopped yourself then cleared your throat, "Sorry. Buongiorno."

"This girl is fucking Japanese. Why is she even running a whole gang?" said Abbachio angrily as they walked inside.

Bucciarati shot him a piercing glare and hit his shoulder.

"Fuck off, Abbachio!" said Narancia, then turned to you, "Sorry about him. He's just angry because you're an unconventionally pretty girl running a gang. He's not very popular with women..." He laughed.

Fugo smacked Narancia and he yelped.

"So.. Uh.. Why don't we head out?" you said abruptly, then looked at Alima as she walked upstairs quickly and came back down with her burgundy Chanel bag and your black one.

You slung your bag over your shoulder and grabbed your keys. The men watched in awe.

"You two are taking God damn purses to a mission? Bucciarati, tell me this is a fucking joke—"

"Abbachio, that's about enough." Giorno said, his voice stern.

"Can we get going?" Trish said from the back.

"What she said. Abbachio, it's 5 in the fucking morning, get inside the car." Mista said.

Abbachio scowled loudly and went outside into the car.  Everyone followed.

(seating plan cs idk how to explain it in words☠️ bucciarati is driving btw)

"How long is the car ride going to be?" Trish asked.

"One hour," said Bucciarati, who turned the car on, "then it will likely take half an hour to infiltrate the place."

"Seriously?" Mista groaned.

The car went silent for the next 45 minutes, until your flip-phone started ringing. You struggled to find it as you dug through your bag.

You found it and opened it, seeing the contact name Hirose Koichi, then answered.

"Moshi Moooosh?"

"Yo, Y/n-chan. Did you arrive back in Naples safe?" He asked, speaking in Japanese.

"Yahou, Koichi-kun. Yeah. I'm in the car right now with some friends.."

Giorno's head shot towards you upon hearing the name "Koichi"

"Cool! Where to?"

"Etto... I'm on a mission, not sure where we're going," you cleared your throat, wanting to change the subject, "How's Yukako-chan?"

"Yukako is good. She's so busy with the wedding preparations, I'm afraid she's forgotten about me." He chuckled.

You laughed. "If only I could have a relationship like yours, Koichi-kun. Anyway, I've gotta get going."

"Alright. Good talking to you, Y/n-chan."

"Say hello to Jotaro-san and Josuke-kun for me. Ja ne."

"Ja mata."

You closed your phone and put it back in your bag. Vince was staring you down.

"What the fuck is your problem?"

"How many guys are you talking to? Jesus, Y/n." He furrowed his eyebrows.

"How many bitches are you playing with?" You retorted.

"Shut the hell up!" He pushed you by your face.

"Hey! This foundation cost me 15,000 yen from the Dior store in Kyoto! Don't touch me." You gasped and took your pocket mirror out, making sure your foundation base didn't get ruined.

Alima leaned over and slapped the back of his head. He groaned. "Ugh, you bitch!"

You turned around to say something to Trish, but saw that Narancia had fallen asleep in her arms, her eyes were closed.

You smiled with pride, and noticed Giorno doing the same.

Your eyes met and you both blushed then looked away.

"Uh... GioGio, you don't mind if I smoke while we're in here, do you?" You questioned, reddening.

"O-Oh, go ahead." He grinned slightly.

You reached over Vince and rolled down the window. Vince looked at you and smirked at your suggestive position.

You cracked up a little and sat back again, taking out a cigarette, sticking it in your mouth, lighter no where to be found.

Vince lit one of his own, then pulled you towards him to transfer the flame.

Giorno was stunned.

I can't fall in love with her, he thought, look at what she has.

"Bucciarati, pull over! I need to piss!" said Mista.

"Yeah, me too!" shouted Fugo from the back.

"What the hell?..." Alima whispered. You giggled, smoke coming out of your mouth. The car pulled over by a gas station and the doors opened. Vince got out.

"I'm going to buy cigarettes." He said, looking at you.

"Can you get me a coffee?" You asked hopefully.

"No."

You frowned and the rest of the people who needed to go got out. It was only you and Giorno, Narancia and Trish, who were fast asleep.

You continued smoking silently, and Giorno sat there taking in your beauty. "So, Bella. Can I ask you something a bit personal?"

You turned to him. "Sure. What is it?"

"Are... You, uh... and Vince...together?"

You gasped and shook your head. "Ew, no! I would never!"

Giorno let out a sigh of relief and smiled amusingly. "Oh."

You sighed and leaned in closer to whisper, "He's not what you think he is, GioGio. Whatever he may seem to you, don't believe it."

Giorno grew flustered and could only stare at your eyes, then your lips. He snapped out of it and nodded his head.

"I see..." He managed to muster out.

★★★★★★★★

Later, you and the group finally arrived at the warehouse docks you were supposed to bust.

Vince got out and was standing there waiting impatiently, "Y/n, get out!"

"I caaan't moooove... Pick me uuuup..." You pouted, holding your hands out.

"No! Bye." He walked off into the distance.

Giorno had already gotten out of the car and was outside the open car door, "Bella." He held his hand out, smiling.

Your face lit up slightly and you took his hand, going into his arms as he picked you up and helped you out of the seat.

As he put you down, you thanked him and looked at Trish, who was holding onto Narancia's arm.

"Word has it that some big dealer within Il Terrore would be distributing 15 kilos of coke at this warehouse, Romano." Abbachio said to you in a bitrer, condescending tone.

You only showed a reaction on your face when he called you by your last name, flinching slightly. You struggled to keep your composure at that.

Trish and Alima grew wary, knowing how you hated being called by your last name. You took a deep breath.

"P-Please, call me... Y/n." You said shakily, turning to him.

Abbachio was about to say something back, but Bucciarati sensed your discomfort and burst out, "Abbachio, enough of this! You need to respect the Donna or I'm calling a taxi and sending you home."

Abbachio scoffed and didn't respond.

"Y/n, look there." Trish suddenly said, pointing to the warehouse in the distance. You saw people going inside.

"Everyone, Let's split up." Bucciarati said, "Abbachio will come with me. Y/n and Giorno, you two go together. Mista, go with Trish. Narancia, go with Fugo."

"Vince, go with Alima." You said sternly.

"Why do I have to get stuck with this old lady, Tesora?" He whined.

"Vince, I'm going to punch you so hard you'll go flying back to Kabul to see your father. Have some respect."

"Fuuuck you!" He raised his middle finger at you while Alima crossed her arms and rolled her eyes.

Trish looked at you, a bit worried, this was your first mission in a while. "Be careful." was all she said before Mista pulled her away.

Everyone split up and went different directions, Giorno was cautiously walking beside you.

"Do we know if they're stand users?" Giorno asked quietly as he held your hand going down the steep stairs.

"Probably not. I don't think there's been any new stand users within Italy since the fatass Polpo committed suicide..." You responded in a low tone.

Giorno swallowed dryly, remembering how he caused Polpo's death. "Ah, I see."

"Though I don't know what my father's been up to—" Your speech was interrupted as a bullet came flying toward your back, but Cheri Lady's arm appeared and caught it right as it nicked your shoulder.

Giorno gasped.

"Ita..." You hissed softly, putting your hand over the wound, blood gushing at a slow pace.

The bullet was dropped inside your palm, and you recognized the engraving inside. A heart and a star, with that same phrase you were so familiar with right next to it.

♡☆Viva Romano

Your anger grew within, blood boiling.

"Fuck..." you muttered.

"Fuck!"

"What is it?" Giorno asked.

"These bullets are only manufactured and given to established members of Il Terrore." You took your gun out from under your skirt, unloading the chamber, taking out a bullet and showing Giorno it, then the bullet that was shot at you.

Giorno's eyes widened at the comparison, they were identical.

"Viva Romano..." He said, then looked down at you again, "The phrase associated with Il Terrore..."

You grew nervous and started to scratch at your skin anxiously.

Ever since you were a kid, whenever you were at your wits end or you were apprehensive, you would scratch and pick at your skin until you bled.

Giorno noticed this, and you weren't stopping until blood started to gush out of your forearm and upper arm.

"Y/n—" He grabbed your wrist, stopping you. Your hand was trembling.

You furrowed your eyebrows, sweat trickling down your forehead. "Uragirimono... Traitors."

"Who do you think it is?" He let go of your wrist, but continued to hold your hand.

"I don't know. I don't know... I— I'm— How could this have happened?" Your eyes widened.

"Don't worry, Bella. Please." He squeezed your hand as you continued to walk again.

"Fuck this... I can't believe he allowed this to happen." You whined.

"Who?" He asked.

"Vince, that fucking bastard!" You hissed angrily.

Suddenly, Giorno yanked you under him and into a corner, his right hand reflexively going around your waist. You blushed.

"Gio—" He pulled his left hand away from yours and pressed it over your mouth, leaning in close to your face.

"Shh. We're right next to the entrance to the warehouse." He whispered, his golden hair falling off his shoulders attractively.

You were desperately trying not to moan. How could you have gotten turned on in a situation like this?

There were loud shots being fired, and Giorno flinched, going closer to you, his knee going slightly in between your legs.

Don't moan, don't moan, don't moan, don't moan... DON'T MOAN... was all that was going through your head.

"Mmph—" You moaned, gripping his shirt. He looked at you and removed his hand from your mouth, not noticing your lipstick transferred onto his palm.

"Sorry." He muttered, helping you up.

When the two of you finally managed to get inside of the warehouse, you made Giorno conceal himself behind some shelves, while you walked to the middle where there was a large crate sitting there.

Your heels clacked as you approached, Cheri Lady appearing and breaking the crate open. Packages with a white powder inside of them fell out. Each had to be at least 1 kilo, you thought.

You took a pocket knife out from your pocket and sliced one open, the powder pouring out.

You took a handful in your palm and sniffed it.

It smelled... sweet?

You dropped the handful and licked the tip of your finger. Of course.

You started to laugh quietly.

"You thought you could fool them with this shit..." You chuckled.

Giorno was horrified.

Bucciarati and Abbachio burst inside, then the others, seeing you so humored.

"Y/n, what the fuck is this?!" Vince shouted.

Your laugh grew quieter as your aura flared up, glowing a deep red.

Cheri Lady appeared from behind some other shelves, a man in her grasp.

The man, who you knew, was Vince's friend, Francesco Minardi.

"Y—Y/n?! You fucking bitch!" He yelled.

"Francesco?!" Vince gasped.

You sighed then took a deep breath, grabbing the man by his collar and making him stand up, then shoving him back to the ground again.

You took the gun out from under your skirt and started fidgeting with it in your hand. "Back in Morio-chou, none of the dangerous Yakuza families dared to step foot there because they were too afraid— Why?"

"I had struck a deal with the son of an influential clan within the Yakuza to stop the drug flow to the part of Japan I was living in. But..." You inhaled, "I found out soon after that he was plotting to murder me in cold blood and start up drug production again—"

Cheri Lady appeared and grabbed him by his collar, you leaned in. "I took a day off from school and delivered his head on his father's doorstep. And that was it.."

"You cold, unfeeling whore... Why are you here?! I thought you ran off!" He shouted, then groaned when you kicked him in the chest.

"Uragirimono," you said softly, "Traitor. That's what you are."

"I wanted out! I'm sick of your stupid family!"

"It's been 5 years, Francesco, and you still didn't grow the balls to call me and tell me you wanted out... I could've made arrangements for you... You betrayed me... Uragirimono..." You kept fidgeting with the gun. The urge to kill was making you delirious with longing for bloodshed.

"Your father is nothing but a tyrant who abuses his loyal subjects! Who wouldn't want to betray him?!" He shouted back, spitting blood out of his mouth.

You were shaking with anger. It was taking the strength of a million soldiers to not rip him apart.

"Oh really? What about me? The gem of the Romano family, the most beautiful?" You teased, making Alima sigh at your arrogant tendencies despite the situation. Giorno nearly smiled.

"Kill yourself, Y/n! I'm sure it won't be too hard, since everyone knows about your suicidal tendencies! Ha!" He screamed, laughing condescendingly.

You smiled and Cheri Lady disappeared, while he dropped to his knees.

You took a few steps away from him, cocking the gun, holding it to your head. "Let's see then, hm?"

Giorno gasped and tried to go after you, but Bucciarati yanked him back. "Control yourself. She knows what she's doing."

You pulled the trigger, a shot was fired, but you still stood.

In between your head and the gun, there was a ghostly red hand holding the bullet, then dropped it.

"Keep pulling stunts like this, Romano. You and your entire family will die brutally. Start off with your father..." He muttered, then laughed.

"Morte al Romano..." You whispered before firing once, blood splattering on your face, then throwing the gun aside as his body dropped.

You signaled for everyone to exit the warehouse.

Sticking a cigarette in your mouth as you approached the dim rising sun, you took out your lighter and lit your cigarette.

You took one last look at the engraving on your lighter then threw it onto the crates behind you.

"Morte al Romano." You murmured again as the warehouse was engulfed in flames.

[joestvr]

Chi migi tu, you're such a fake Afghan you don't even know farsi 😂 Only Pashto lmao😂

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[joestvr]

���✮ atashi no kimyona jinsei // あたしの奇妙な人生 ✮༻

༺✮ summary: five years after the fall of diavolo, you, y/n romano, who was sent away to japan at 11 to further your studies—find the courage to come back to naples after living out your schoolgirl & gaijin university student facade in morio-chou to see how your clan’s worsened—as well as become the “donna” of your father’s gang, il terrore, while your older brother is the real leader behind the scenes, just using you as a front. with plans to murder your clan, you seek the particularly handsome young don of passione for friendship. with your tyrant father’s intervention, your friendship with the don turns to something you never saw coming.

★ 1 // il terrore

★ 2 // bella

★ 3 // viva romano

You and Alima woke up at 3 am to prepare.

You decided to wear a red V-cut shirt lined with lace and a black miniskirt with a small slit on the thigh. As for shoes, you wore your favorite black Prada pumps.

You walked downstairs quietly, rubbing your forehead.

"Ohayo..." You yawned as you walked into the kitchen, Alima handing you a cup of coffee.

"Ohayo. How'd you sleep?" She asked, going to sit at the dinner table across from you.

"Fine, but I could hear talking from you and Alexander's room almost all night. The hell was that about?" You raised an eyebrow.

She laughed. "He was talking to Jotaro. You know they're best friends."

"What about?"

"The usual... How's the wife, how's Jolene, how's the old man... etcetera. Don't worry." She said reassuringly.

You sighed again and walked over to the library section of the mansion with her, running your fingers over some books until you found the right one, taking it out, getting a key from the empty space, walking to the next room, the tea room.

Your hands hovered over the side of the walls until you found the correct place, then put the key inside and turned it, the vault room behind being revealed.

The vault was filled with Stand Arrows, Requiem Arrows, guns, gold, silver, jewels, family portraits, pictures from your childhood.

"Get whatever you want," you said to Alima, "couldn't give any less of a shit on what goes."

You picked up a pistol, cocked it, then put it under your skirt, tucking it in your shorts, turning away.

★★★★★★★

It was already 5 am. You and Alima had at least 6 cups of coffee, and felt ready for the day.

You blowed out your hair, did your makeup, and tried to look like you weren't about to have a mental breakdown.

Vince and Alexander came downstairs together, laughing. Leo and Elena sleepily followed behind them.

Alexander went over to Alima and hugged her tight. "I can't come today. Have some work to do in the next town over..."

He looked at Leo. "Stay here and babysit your sister. You guys can go out, but BE CAREFUL." He raised his finger in his son's face.

Leo nodded and rolled his eyes. "Sure, old man."

Alexander scoffed then kissed Alima. "Bye, amore. Bye Sis, stay safe."

He waved then left, putting on his hat. You turned to Leo and Elena.

"Leo."

"What's up?"

"Your mother, Vince, and I have some work to do today. Go upstairs until we leave, okay?" You reached up to his head and ruffled his hair.

"Okay. I'll take Elena out later." He said, picking up Elena and going upstairs.

10 minutes passed, and there was violent knocking on the door. You rushed over and opened it to see Giorno and the others.

"Ohayogozai—" you stopped yourself then cleared your throat, "Sorry. Buongiorno."

"This girl is fucking Japanese. Why is she even running a whole gang?" said Abbachio angrily as they walked inside.

Bucciarati shot him a piercing glare and hit his shoulder.

"Fuck off, Abbachio!" said Narancia, then turned to you, "Sorry about him. He's just angry because you're an unconventionally pretty girl running a gang. He's not very popular with women..." He laughed.

Fugo smacked Narancia and he yelped.

"So.. Uh.. Why don't we head out?" you said abruptly, then looked at Alima as she walked upstairs quickly and came back down with her burgundy Chanel bag and your black one.

You slung your bag over your shoulder and grabbed your keys. The men watched in awe.

"You two are taking God damn purses to a mission? Bucciarati, tell me this is a fucking joke—"

"Abbachio, that's about enough." Giorno said, his voice stern.

"Can we get going?" Trish said from the back.

"What she said. Abbachio, it's 5 in the fucking morning, get inside the car." Mista said.

Abbachio scowled loudly and went outside into the car.  Everyone followed.

(seating plan cs idk how to explain it in words☠️ bucciarati is driving btw)

"How long is the car ride going to be?" Trish asked.

"One hour," said Bucciarati, who turned the car on, "then it will likely take half an hour to infiltrate the place."

"Seriously?" Mista groaned.

The car went silent for the next 45 minutes, until your flip-phone started ringing. You struggled to find it as you dug through your bag.

You found it and opened it, seeing the contact name Hirose Koichi, then answered.

"Moshi Moooosh?"

"Yo, Y/n-chan. Did you arrive back in Naples safe?" He asked, speaking in Japanese.

"Yahou, Koichi-kun. Yeah. I'm in the car right now with some friends.."

Giorno's head shot towards you upon hearing the name "Koichi"

"Cool! Where to?"

"Etto... I'm on a mission, not sure where we're going," you cleared your throat, wanting to change the subject, "How's Yukako-chan?"

"Yukako is good. She's so busy with the wedding preparations, I'm afraid she's forgotten about me." He chuckled.

You laughed. "If only I could have a relationship like yours, Koichi-kun. Anyway, I've gotta get going."

"Alright. Good talking to you, Y/n-chan."

"Say hello to Jotaro-san and Josuke-kun for me. Ja ne."

"Ja mata."

You closed your phone and put it back in your bag. Vince was staring you down.

"What the fuck is your problem?"

"How many guys are you talking to? Jesus, Y/n." He furrowed his eyebrows.

"How many bitches are you playing with?" You retorted.

"Shut the hell up!" He pushed you by your face.

"Hey! This foundation cost me 15,000 yen from the Dior store in Kyoto! Don't touch me." You gasped and took your pocket mirror out, making sure your foundation base didn't get ruined.

Alima leaned over and slapped the back of his head. He groaned. "Ugh, you bitch!"

You turned around to say something to Trish, but saw that Narancia had fallen asleep in her arms, her eyes were closed.

You smiled with pride, and noticed Giorno doing the same.

Your eyes met and you both blushed then looked away.

"Uh... GioGio, you don't mind if I smoke while we're in here, do you?" You questioned, reddening.

"O-Oh, go ahead." He grinned slightly.

You reached over Vince and rolled down the window. Vince looked at you and smirked at your suggestive position.

You cracked up a little and sat back again, taking out a cigarette, sticking it in your mouth, lighter no where to be found.

Vince lit one of his own, then pulled you towards him to transfer the flame.

Giorno was stunned.

I can't fall in love with her, he thought, look at what she has.

"Bucciarati, pull over! I need to piss!" said Mista.

"Yeah, me too!" shouted Fugo from the back.

"What the hell?..." Alima whispered. You giggled, smoke coming out of your mouth. The car pulled over by a gas station and the doors opened. Vince got out.

"I'm going to buy cigarettes." He said, looking at you.

"Can you get me a coffee?" You asked hopefully.

"No."

You frowned and the rest of the people who needed to go got out. It was only you and Giorno, Narancia and Trish, who were fast asleep.

You continued smoking silently, and Giorno sat there taking in your beauty. "So, Bella. Can I ask you something a bit personal?"

You turned to him. "Sure. What is it?"

"Are... You, uh... and Vince...together?"

You gasped and shook your head. "Ew, no! I would never!"

Giorno let out a sigh of relief and smiled amusingly. "Oh."

You sighed and leaned in closer to whisper, "He's not what you think he is, GioGio. Whatever he may seem to you, don't believe it."

Giorno grew flustered and could only stare at your eyes, then your lips. He snapped out of it and nodded his head.

"I see..." He managed to muster out.

★★★★★★★★

Later, you and the group finally arrived at the warehouse docks you were supposed to bust.

Vince got out and was standing there waiting impatiently, "Y/n, get out!"

"I caaan't moooove... Pick me uuuup..." You pouted, holding your hands out.

"No! Bye." He walked off into the distance.

Giorno had already gotten out of the car and was outside the open car door, "Bella." He held his hand out, smiling.

Your face lit up slightly and you took his hand, going into his arms as he picked you up and helped you out of the seat.

As he put you down, you thanked him and looked at Trish, who was holding onto Narancia's arm.

"Word has it that some big dealer within Il Terrore would be distributing 15 kilos of coke at this warehouse, Romano." Abbachio said to you in a bitrer, condescending tone.

You only showed a reaction on your face when he called you by your last name, flinching slightly. You struggled to keep your composure at that.

Trish and Alima grew wary, knowing how you hated being called by your last name. You took a deep breath.

"P-Please, call me... Y/n." You said shakily, turning to him.

Abbachio was about to say something back, but Bucciarati sensed your discomfort and burst out, "Abbachio, enough of this! You need to respect the Donna or I'm calling a taxi and sending you home."

Abbachio scoffed and didn't respond.

"Y/n, look there." Trish suddenly said, pointing to the warehouse in the distance. You saw people going inside.

"Everyone, Let's split up." Bucciarati said, "Abbachio will come with me. Y/n and Giorno, you two go together. Mista, go with Trish. Narancia, go with Fugo."

"Vince, go with Alima." You said sternly.

"Why do I have to get stuck with this old lady, Tesora?" He whined.

"Vince, I'm going to punch you so hard you'll go flying back to Kabul to see your father. Have some respect."

"Fuuuck you!" He raised his middle finger at you while Alima crossed her arms and rolled her eyes.

Trish looked at you, a bit worried, this was your first mission in a while. "Be careful." was all she said before Mista pulled her away.

Everyone split up and went different directions, Giorno was cautiously walking beside you.

"Do we know if they're stand users?" Giorno asked quietly as he held your hand going down the steep stairs.

"Probably not. I don't think there's been any new stand users within Italy since the fatass Polpo committed suicide..." You responded in a low tone.

Giorno swallowed dryly, remembering how he caused Polpo's death. "Ah, I see."

"Though I don't know what my father's been up to—" Your speech was interrupted as a bullet came flying toward your back, but Cheri Lady's arm appeared and caught it right as it nicked your shoulder.

Giorno gasped.

"Ita..." You hissed softly, putting your hand over the wound, blood gushing at a slow pace.

The bullet was dropped inside your palm, and you recognized the engraving inside. A heart and a star, with that same phrase you were so familiar with right next to it.

♡☆Viva Romano

Your anger grew within, blood boiling.

"Fuck..." you muttered.

"Fuck!"

"What is it?" Giorno asked.

"These bullets are only manufactured and given to established members of Il Terrore." You took your gun out from under your skirt, unloading the chamber, taking out a bullet and showing Giorno it, then the bullet that was shot at you.

Giorno's eyes widened at the comparison, they were identical.

"Viva Romano..." He said, then looked down at you again, "The phrase associated with Il Terrore..."

You grew nervous and started to scratch at your skin anxiously.

Ever since you were a kid, whenever you were at your wits end or you were apprehensive, you would scratch and pick at your skin until you bled.

Giorno noticed this, and you weren't stopping until blood started to gush out of your forearm and upper arm.

"Y/n—" He grabbed your wrist, stopping you. Your hand was trembling.

You furrowed your eyebrows, sweat trickling down your forehead. "Uragirimono... Traitors."

"Who do you think it is?" He let go of your wrist, but continued to hold your hand.

"I don't know. I don't know... I— I'm— How could this have happened?" Your eyes widened.

"Don't worry, Bella. Please." He squeezed your hand as you continued to walk again.

"Fuck this... I can't believe he allowed this to happen." You whined.

"Who?" He asked.

"Vince, that fucking bastard!" You hissed angrily.

Suddenly, Giorno yanked you under him and into a corner, his right hand reflexively going around your waist. You blushed.

"Gio—" He pulled his left hand away from yours and pressed it over your mouth, leaning in close to your face.

"Shh. We're right next to the entrance to the warehouse." He whispered, his golden hair falling off his shoulders attractively.

You were desperately trying not to moan. How could you have gotten turned on in a situation like this?

There were loud shots being fired, and Giorno flinched, going closer to you, his knee going slightly in between your legs.

Don't moan, don't moan, don't moan, don't moan... DON'T MOAN... was all that was going through your head.

"Mmph—" You moaned, gripping his shirt. He looked at you and removed his hand from your mouth, not noticing your lipstick transferred onto his palm.

"Sorry." He muttered, helping you up.

When the two of you finally managed to get inside of the warehouse, you made Giorno conceal himself behind some shelves, while you walked to the middle where there was a large crate sitting there.

Your heels clacked as you approached, Cheri Lady appearing and breaking the crate open. Packages with a white powder inside of them fell out. Each had to be at least 1 kilo, you thought.

You took a pocket knife out from your pocket and sliced one open, the powder pouring out.

You took a handful in your palm and sniffed it.

It smelled... sweet?

You dropped the handful and licked the tip of your finger. Of course.

You started to laugh quietly.

"You thought you could fool them with this shit..." You chuckled.

Giorno was horrified.

Bucciarati and Abbachio burst inside, then the others, seeing you so humored.

"Y/n, what the fuck is this?!" Vince shouted.

Your laugh grew quieter as your aura flared up, glowing a deep red.

Cheri Lady appeared from behind some other shelves, a man in her grasp.

The man, who you knew, was Vince's friend, Francesco Minardi.

"Y—Y/n?! You fucking bitch!" He yelled.

"Francesco?!" Vince gasped.

You sighed then took a deep breath, grabbing the man by his collar and making him stand up, then shoving him back to the ground again.

You took the gun out from under your skirt and started fidgeting with it in your hand. "Back in Morio-chou, none of the dangerous Yakuza families dared to step foot there because they were too afraid— Why?"

"I had struck a deal with the son of an influential clan within the Yakuza to stop the drug flow to the part of Japan I was living in. But..." You inhaled, "I found out soon after that he was plotting to murder me in cold blood and start up drug production again—"

Cheri Lady appeared and grabbed him by his collar, you leaned in. "I took a day off from school and delivered his head on his father's doorstep. And that was it.."

"You cold, unfeeling whore... Why are you here?! I thought you ran off!" He shouted, then groaned when you kicked him in the chest.

"Uragirimono," you said softly, "Traitor. That's what you are."

"I wanted out! I'm sick of your stupid family!"

"It's been 5 years, Francesco, and you still didn't grow the balls to call me and tell me you wanted out... I could've made arrangements for you... You betrayed me... Uragirimono..." You kept fidgeting with the gun. The urge to kill was making you delirious with longing for bloodshed.

"Your father is nothing but a tyrant who abuses his loyal subjects! Who wouldn't want to betray him?!" He shouted back, spitting blood out of his mouth.

You were shaking with anger. It was taking the strength of a million soldiers to not rip him apart.

"Oh really? What about me? The gem of the Romano family, the most beautiful?" You teased, making Alima sigh at your arrogant tendencies despite the situation. Giorno nearly smiled.

"Kill yourself, Y/n! I'm sure it won't be too hard, since everyone knows about your suicidal tendencies! Ha!" He screamed, laughing condescendingly.

You smiled and Cheri Lady disappeared, while he dropped to his knees.

You took a few steps away from him, cocking the gun, holding it to your head. "Let's see then, hm?"

Giorno gasped and tried to go after you, but Bucciarati yanked him back. "Control yourself. She knows what she's doing."

You pulled the trigger, a shot was fired, but you still stood.

In between your head and the gun, there was a ghostly red hand holding the bullet, then dropped it.

"Keep pulling stunts like this, Romano. You and your entire family will die brutally. Start off with your father..." He muttered, then laughed.

"Morte al Romano..." You whispered before firing once, blood splattering on your face, then throwing the gun aside as his body dropped.

You signaled for everyone to exit the warehouse.

Sticking a cigarette in your mouth as you approached the dim rising sun, you took out your lighter and lit your cigarette.

You took one last look at the engraving on your lighter then threw it onto the crates behind you.

"Morte al Romano." You murmured again as the warehouse was engulfed in flames.

[joestvr]

༺✮ atashi no kimyona jinsei // あたしの奇妙な人生 ✮༻

༺✮ summary: five years after the fall of diavolo, you, y/n romano, who was sent away to japan at 11 to further your studies—find the courage to come back to naples after living out your schoolgirl & gaijin university student facade in morio-chou to see how your clan’s worsened—as well as become the “donna” of your father’s gang, il terrore, while your older brother is the real leader behind the scenes, just using you as a front. with plans to murder your clan, you seek the particularly handsome young don of passione for friendship. with your tyrant father’s intervention, your friendship with the don turns to something you never saw coming.

★ 1 // il terrore

★ 2 // bella

★ 3 // viva romano

You and Alima woke up at 3 am to prepare.

You decided to wear a red V-cut shirt lined with lace and a black miniskirt with a small slit on the thigh. As for shoes, you wore your favorite black Prada pumps.

You walked downstairs quietly, rubbing your forehead.

"Ohayo..." You yawned as you walked into the kitchen, Alima handing you a cup of coffee.

"Ohayo. How'd you sleep?" She asked, going to sit at the dinner table across from you.

"Fine, but I could hear talking from you and Alexander's room almost all night. The hell was that about?" You raised an eyebrow.

She laughed. "He was talking to Jotaro. You know they're best friends."

"What about?"

"The usual... How's the wife, how's Jolene, how's the old man... etcetera. Don't worry." She said reassuringly.

You sighed again and walked over to the library section of the mansion with her, running your fingers over some books until you found the right one, taking it out, getting a key from the empty space, walking to the next room, the tea room.

Your hands hovered over the side of the walls until you found the correct place, then put the key inside and turned it, the vault room behind being revealed.

The vault was filled with Stand Arrows, Requiem Arrows, guns, gold, silver, jewels, family portraits, pictures from your childhood.

"Get whatever you want," you said to Alima, "couldn't give any less of a shit on what goes."

You picked up a pistol, cocked it, then put it under your skirt, tucking it in your shorts, turning away.

★★★★★★★

It was already 5 am. You and Alima had at least 6 cups of coffee, and felt ready for the day.

You blowed out your hair, did your makeup, and tried to look like you weren't about to have a mental breakdown.

Vince and Alexander came downstairs together, laughing. Leo and Elena sleepily followed behind them.

Alexander went over to Alima and hugged her tight. "I can't come today. Have some work to do in the next town over..."

He looked at Leo. "Stay here and babysit your sister. You guys can go out, but BE CAREFUL." He raised his finger in his son's face.

Leo nodded and rolled his eyes. "Sure, old man."

Alexander scoffed then kissed Alima. "Bye, amore. Bye Sis, stay safe."

He waved then left, putting on his hat. You turned to Leo and Elena.

"Leo."

"What's up?"

"Your mother, Vince, and I have some work to do today. Go upstairs until we leave, okay?" You reached up to his head and ruffled his hair.

"Okay. I'll take Elena out later." He said, picking up Elena and going upstairs.

10 minutes passed, and there was violent knocking on the door. You rushed over and opened it to see Giorno and the others.

"Ohayogozai—" you stopped yourself then cleared your throat, "Sorry. Buongiorno."

"This girl is fucking Japanese. Why is she even running a whole gang?" said Abbachio angrily as they walked inside.

Bucciarati shot him a piercing glare and hit his shoulder.

"Fuck off, Abbachio!" said Narancia, then turned to you, "Sorry about him. He's just angry because you're an unconventionally pretty girl running a gang. He's not very popular with women..." He laughed.

Fugo smacked Narancia and he yelped.

"So.. Uh.. Why don't we head out?" you said abruptly, then looked at Alima as she walked upstairs quickly and came back down with her burgundy Chanel bag and your black one.

You slung your bag over your shoulder and grabbed your keys. The men watched in awe.

"You two are taking God damn purses to a mission? Bucciarati, tell me this is a fucking joke—"

"Abbachio, that's about enough." Giorno said, his voice stern.

"Can we get going?" Trish said from the back.

"What she said. Abbachio, it's 5 in the fucking morning, get inside the car." Mista said.

Abbachio scowled loudly and went outside into the car.  Everyone followed.

(seating plan cs idk how to explain it in words☠️ bucciarati is driving btw)

"How long is the car ride going to be?" Trish asked.

"One hour," said Bucciarati, who turned the car on, "then it will likely take half an hour to infiltrate the place."

"Seriously?" Mista groaned.

The car went silent for the next 45 minutes, until your flip-phone started ringing. You struggled to find it as you dug through your bag.

You found it and opened it, seeing the contact name Hirose Koichi, then answered.

"Moshi Moooosh?"

"Yo, Y/n-chan. Did you arrive back in Naples safe?" He asked, speaking in Japanese.

"Yahou, Koichi-kun. Yeah. I'm in the car right now with some friends.."

Giorno's head shot towards you upon hearing the name "Koichi"

"Cool! Where to?"

"Etto... I'm on a mission, not sure where we're going," you cleared your throat, wanting to change the subject, "How's Yukako-chan?"

"Yukako is good. She's so busy with the wedding preparations, I'm afraid she's forgotten about me." He chuckled.

You laughed. "If only I could have a relationship like yours, Koichi-kun. Anyway, I've gotta get going."

"Alright. Good talking to you, Y/n-chan."

"Say hello to Jotaro-san and Josuke-kun for me. Ja ne."

"Ja mata."

You closed your phone and put it back in your bag. Vince was staring you down.

"What the fuck is your problem?"

"How many guys are you talking to? Jesus, Y/n." He furrowed his eyebrows.

"How many bitches are you playing with?" You retorted.

"Shut the hell up!" He pushed you by your face.

"Hey! This foundation cost me 15,000 yen from the Dior store in Kyoto! Don't touch me." You gasped and took your pocket mirror out, making sure your foundation base didn't get ruined.

Alima leaned over and slapped the back of his head. He groaned. "Ugh, you bitch!"

You turned around to say something to Trish, but saw that Narancia had fallen asleep in her arms, her eyes were closed.

You smiled with pride, and noticed Giorno doing the same.

Your eyes met and you both blushed then looked away.

"Uh... GioGio, you don't mind if I smoke while we're in here, do you?" You questioned, reddening.

"O-Oh, go ahead." He grinned slightly.

You reached over Vince and rolled down the window. Vince looked at you and smirked at your suggestive position.

You cracked up a little and sat back again, taking out a cigarette, sticking it in your mouth, lighter no where to be found.

Vince lit one of his own, then pulled you towards him to transfer the flame.

Giorno was stunned.

I can't fall in love with her, he thought, look at what she has.

"Bucciarati, pull over! I need to piss!" said Mista.

"Yeah, me too!" shouted Fugo from the back.

"What the hell?..." Alima whispered. You giggled, smoke coming out of your mouth. The car pulled over by a gas station and the doors opened. Vince got out.

"I'm going to buy cigarettes." He said, looking at you.

"Can you get me a coffee?" You asked hopefully.

"No."

You frowned and the rest of the people who needed to go got out. It was only you and Giorno, Narancia and Trish, who were fast asleep.

You continued smoking silently, and Giorno sat there taking in your beauty. "So, Bella. Can I ask you something a bit personal?"

You turned to him. "Sure. What is it?"

"Are... You, uh... and Vince...together?"

You gasped and shook your head. "Ew, no! I would never!"

Giorno let out a sigh of relief and smiled amusingly. "Oh."

You sighed and leaned in closer to whisper, "He's not what you think he is, GioGio. Whatever he may seem to you, don't believe it."

Giorno grew flustered and could only stare at your eyes, then your lips. He snapped out of it and nodded his head.

"I see..." He managed to muster out.

★★★★★★★★

Later, you and the group finally arrived at the warehouse docks you were supposed to bust.

Vince got out and was standing there waiting impatiently, "Y/n, get out!"

"I caaan't moooove... Pick me uuuup..." You pouted, holding your hands out.

"No! Bye." He walked off into the distance.

Giorno had already gotten out of the car and was outside the open car door, "Bella." He held his hand out, smiling.

Your face lit up slightly and you took his hand, going into his arms as he picked you up and helped you out of the seat.

As he put you down, you thanked him and looked at Trish, who was holding onto Narancia's arm.

"Word has it that some big dealer within Il Terrore would be distributing 15 kilos of coke at this warehouse, Romano." Abbachio said to you in a bitrer, condescending tone.

You only showed a reaction on your face when he called you by your last name, flinching slightly. You struggled to keep your composure at that.

Trish and Alima grew wary, knowing how you hated being called by your last name. You took a deep breath.

"P-Please, call me... Y/n." You said shakily, turning to him.

Abbachio was about to say something back, but Bucciarati sensed your discomfort and burst out, "Abbachio, enough of this! You need to respect the Donna or I'm calling a taxi and sending you home."

Abbachio scoffed and didn't respond.

"Y/n, look there." Trish suddenly said, pointing to the warehouse in the distance. You saw people going inside.

"Everyone, Let's split up." Bucciarati said, "Abbachio will come with me. Y/n and Giorno, you two go together. Mista, go with Trish. Narancia, go with Fugo."

"Vince, go with Alima." You said sternly.

"Why do I have to get stuck with this old lady, Tesora?" He whined.

"Vince, I'm going to punch you so hard you'll go flying back to Kabul to see your father. Have some respect."

"Fuuuck you!" He raised his middle finger at you while Alima crossed her arms and rolled her eyes.

Trish looked at you, a bit worried, this was your first mission in a while. "Be careful." was all she said before Mista pulled her away.

Everyone split up and went different directions, Giorno was cautiously walking beside you.

"Do we know if they're stand users?" Giorno asked quietly as he held your hand going down the steep stairs.

"Probably not. I don't think there's been any new stand users within Italy since the fatass Polpo committed suicide..." You responded in a low tone.

Giorno swallowed dryly, remembering how he caused Polpo's death. "Ah, I see."

"Though I don't know what my father's been up to—" Your speech was interrupted as a bullet came flying toward your back, but Cheri Lady's arm appeared and caught it right as it nicked your shoulder.

Giorno gasped.

"Ita..." You hissed softly, putting your hand over the wound, blood gushing at a slow pace.

The bullet was dropped inside your palm, and you recognized the engraving inside. A heart and a star, with that same phrase you were so familiar with right next to it.

♡☆Viva Romano

Your anger grew within, blood boiling.

"Fuck..." you muttered.

"Fuck!"

"What is it?" Giorno asked.

"These bullets are only manufactured and given to established members of Il Terrore." You took your gun out from under your skirt, unloading the chamber, taking out a bullet and showing Giorno it, then the bullet that was shot at you.

Giorno's eyes widened at the comparison, they were identical.

"Viva Romano..." He said, then looked down at you again, "The phrase associated with Il Terrore..."

You grew nervous and started to scratch at your skin anxiously.

Ever since you were a kid, whenever you were at your wits end or you were apprehensive, you would scratch and pick at your skin until you bled.

Giorno noticed this, and you weren't stopping until blood started to gush out of your forearm and upper arm.

"Y/n—" He grabbed your wrist, stopping you. Your hand was trembling.

You furrowed your eyebrows, sweat trickling down your forehead. "Uragirimono... Traitors."

"Who do you think it is?" He let go of your wrist, but continued to hold your hand.

"I don't know. I don't know... I— I'm— How could this have happened?" Your eyes widened.

"Don't worry, Bella. Please." He squeezed your hand as you continued to walk again.

"Fuck this... I can't believe he allowed this to happen." You whined.

"Who?" He asked.

"Vince, that fucking bastard!" You hissed angrily.

Suddenly, Giorno yanked you under him and into a corner, his right hand reflexively going around your waist. You blushed.

"Gio—" He pulled his left hand away from yours and pressed it over your mouth, leaning in close to your face.

"Shh. We're right next to the entrance to the warehouse." He whispered, his golden hair falling off his shoulders attractively.

You were desperately trying not to moan. How could you have gotten turned on in a situation like this?

There were loud shots being fired, and Giorno flinched, going closer to you, his knee going slightly in between your legs.

Don't moan, don't moan, don't moan, don't moan... DON'T MOAN... was all that was going through your head.

"Mmph—" You moaned, gripping his shirt. He looked at you and removed his hand from your mouth, not noticing your lipstick transferred onto his palm.

"Sorry." He muttered, helping you up.

When the two of you finally managed to get inside of the warehouse, you made Giorno conceal himself behind some shelves, while you walked to the middle where there was a large crate sitting there.

Your heels clacked as you approached, Cheri Lady appearing and breaking the crate open. Packages with a white powder inside of them fell out. Each had to be at least 1 kilo, you thought.

You took a pocket knife out from your pocket and sliced one open, the powder pouring out.

You took a handful in your palm and sniffed it.

It smelled... sweet?

You dropped the handful and licked the tip of your finger. Of course.

You started to laugh quietly.

"You thought you could fool them with this shit..." You chuckled.

Giorno was horrified.

Bucciarati and Abbachio burst inside, then the others, seeing you so humored.

"Y/n, what the fuck is this?!" Vince shouted.

Your laugh grew quieter as your aura flared up, glowing a deep red.

Cheri Lady appeared from behind some other shelves, a man in her grasp.

The man, who you knew, was Vince's friend, Francesco Minardi.

"Y—Y/n?! You fucking bitch!" He yelled.

"Francesco?!" Vince gasped.

You sighed then took a deep breath, grabbing the man by his collar and making him stand up, then shoving him back to the ground again.

You took the gun out from under your skirt and started fidgeting with it in your hand. "Back in Morio-chou, none of the dangerous Yakuza families dared to step foot there because they were too afraid— Why?"

"I had struck a deal with the son of an influential clan within the Yakuza to stop the drug flow to the part of Japan I was living in. But..." You inhaled, "I found out soon after that he was plotting to murder me in cold blood and start up drug production again—"

Cheri Lady appeared and grabbed him by his collar, you leaned in. "I took a day off from school and delivered his head on his father's doorstep. And that was it.."

"You cold, unfeeling whore... Why are you here?! I thought you ran off!" He shouted, then groaned when you kicked him in the chest.

"Uragirimono," you said softly, "Traitor. That's what you are."

"I wanted out! I'm sick of your stupid family!"

"It's been 5 years, Francesco, and you still didn't grow the balls to call me and tell me you wanted out... I could've made arrangements for you... You betrayed me... Uragirimono..." You kept fidgeting with the gun. The urge to kill was making you delirious with longing for bloodshed.

"Your father is nothing but a tyrant who abuses his loyal subjects! Who wouldn't want to betray him?!" He shouted back, spitting blood out of his mouth.

You were shaking with anger. It was taking the strength of a million soldiers to not rip him apart.

"Oh really? What about me? The gem of the Romano family, the most beautiful?" You teased, making Alima sigh at your arrogant tendencies despite the situation. Giorno nearly smiled.

"Kill yourself, Y/n! I'm sure it won't be too hard, since everyone knows about your suicidal tendencies! Ha!" He screamed, laughing condescendingly.

You smiled and Cheri Lady disappeared, while he dropped to his knees.

You took a few steps away from him, cocking the gun, holding it to your head. "Let's see then, hm?"

Giorno gasped and tried to go after you, but Bucciarati yanked him back. "Control yourself. She knows what she's doing."

You pulled the trigger, a shot was fired, but you still stood.

In between your head and the gun, there was a ghostly red hand holding the bullet, then dropped it.

"Keep pulling stunts like this, Romano. You and your entire family will die brutally. Start off with your father..." He muttered, then laughed.

"Morte al Romano..." You whispered before firing once, blood splattering on your face, then throwing the gun aside as his body dropped.

You signaled for everyone to exit the warehouse.

Sticking a cigarette in your mouth as you approached the dim rising sun, you took out your lighter and lit your cigarette.

You took one last look at the engraving on your lighter then threw it onto the crates behind you.

"Morte al Romano." You murmured again as the warehouse was engulfed in flames.