Part 7. Acquaintance with the Bucciarati gang.

All the time that my gaze was studying Giorno, I also felt that someone else's gaze was also walking through my body, and when my gaze met his serious eyes, he showed me the door with a nod of his head. Nodding to him to show that I understood his gesture, I went to the door, noticing that he himself went towards the door. Having passed the remaining few meters to the door, I stopped in front of her and tried to calm down, sighing and exhaling air from my lungs, I am sure that now I have a difficult conversation. Now for them any suspicious phenomenon will be equated with the ability of someone's stand and every suspicious person will be an enemy for them.

Less than ten seconds have passed since I stood in front of the door and began to think about my further actions. But I think the longer I stay here, the more they will suspect me, and that is why my right hand, which had a noticeable scar on my index finger, grabbed the doorknob and turned it, slowly starting to open the door. When the door was fully opened, I saw a view of the interior of the house, which did not differ much from the exterior of the house, there were a lot of cracks around, and the general view gave an idea that this place would soon collapse. The door closed behind me.

The only thing that was very different from the general background of the house were two silhouettes that stood in front of me, the first was of course Giorno, he stood a little to the side of the door at a distance of three meters from me and his appearance showed incredible seriousness to my appearance. I also could not help but notice that he was about ten centimeters taller than me, which really gave the feeling that I came to my older brother, but I think this will pass over time and I will grow much taller than him, well, I hope so, but for now he is two years older than me.

The second silhouette that melted right in front of me was a man unfamiliar to me, well, like a stranger. For me, he was not a stranger, but a character quite familiar to me, but the current one I should not know him. He was a man of average height, well, as average he was taller than Giorno, about the same as Giorno towered at home, he also had a slender physique. He had black hair that ended just above his chin and straight bangs that covered his forehead. His hair was adorned along the crown of his head with two braided hairpins on each side of the bangs. His dark blue eyes were no less serious than Giorno. And he also had a strange outfit consisting of a white suit covered in small black teardrop patterns and a neckline similar to Giorno on his chest. All over his suit were hung with zippers here and there, hinting at his stand that could create zippers. Did you see a lace top under his jacket? Lord, I think I will never get used to these suits. It was Bruno Bucciarati.

We stood for several minutes looking at each other. I didn't know what I needed to say to make the best impression. The first who decided to break this oppressive silence was Bruno, as the most senior person in all plans in this room.

- How did you know about this place. - his voice sounded incredibly decisive and gave the impression of a person who was ready to stand up to the end. - Wait, though. Giorno talked about how he felt someone and how that someone approached us. So, I have another question. Who are you and who sent you?

- I really can't answer that question. - I tried to give my voice at least a little of what was in Bucciarati voice. At the same time, without taking his eyes off Giorno. - And I don't work for anyone. A couple of days ago, I myself felt a strange feeling of another person and came here for answers.

Bruno, without turning his head and only looked at Giorno with his eyes, looking for at least some sign of confirmation. And he did not keep himself waiting long and quickly nodded, also looking me in the eyes. For a few more minutes there was silence in the room, during which we looked into each other's eyes. Nodding to him, for the first time in the entire conversation, I looked Bucciarati in the eyes.

- I don't know what your words "who sent you" refer to, and I'm not going to harm any of you. I had only one goal, because of which I came to court and I didn't even know about you. - Bucciarati eyes warmed a little and most of the suspicion disappeared from them. - The only reason I'm here is to learn at least something about my family members. And in this case, I think so of the older brother.

Giorno eyes widened from surprise to incredible size, and they also had a strange expression that I could not read. I also noticed how Bucciarati face changed, but I didn't have time to read it. For the first time during the conversation, Giorno raised a voice.

- What do you mean. - His voice was low and a little lost.

The only thing I could do as confirmation was to take off my backpack and slowly began to take off the top from myself, while keeping my eyes on the people in front of me. Bucciarati face expressed only misunderstanding, and it seems to me if it were not for Giorno face, which instantly changed from a shocking expression to too serious, then Bucciarati would certainly have shouted at all the house "What are you doing?"

Having taken off the whole top and only a light T-shirt remained on me. I slightly turned my left shoulder with my torso towards Bucciarati and Giorno, showing my star-shaped birthmark on my left shoulder. To this strange gesture Bucciarati, in order to find the answer, looked towards Giorno and saw that his right hand lay on his left shoulder blade in approximately the same place as my birthmark. Understanding appeared in Bucciarati eyes.

I started putting back on all the clothes I had taken off. At the same time, observing the expressions on the faces of both of them. Bucciarati had a thoughtful expression on his face and also there were some doubts that most likely were not intended for me and not even the situation, now Bucciarati had a mission to protect the Boss's daughter, but also, he and Giorno had a hidden alliance about what they want kill the Boss and my appearance could bring danger to their targets or bring danger to me personally, according to Bucciarati character, the second option was more suitable.

Giorno face showed a look of incomprehension. Still, he could be understood at this moment, in Giorno story, not when there was no normal family, his mother did not care about him and for her he practically did not exist, but the common father probably did not even know about him, of course, about four years, his mother married some guy and as often happens, his stepfather was not the most pleasant person and even beat Giorno and in the toga his role model and the man who defended him for the first time in his life turned out to be a mafiosi because of whom he turned out to be here. Before Giorno opened his mouth and wanted to ask me a few more questions, there was a sound opening the doors behind me.

When the door was fully opened, another person entered the room, or even one might say burst in. There were minor scratches all over his body, and burns were visible in some places. He looked as if he had gone through a tough fight, although if you remember, he fought with a black widow or just a spider that was several times his size. This man was of average height, about the level of mine. His black hair covered his purple tired eyes from behind bangs. His clothes were more or less normal and consisted of thin black shirt and trousers, the general image was added to him by accessories consisting of an orange bandana, the same colors of bracelets and a short skirt. It was Narancia Ghirga.

- Narancia! - immediately began to shout Bucciarati. - Move to the wall. - he said, looking at Narancia, but these words were clearly addressed to me.

Without protesting, I raised my hands in agreement and slowly walked to the wall and calmly leaned on it, I understand the situation, looking at how Bucciarati, along with Giorno, ran to Narancia trying to provide him with at least some first aid. I also saw that even though they were focused on Narancia, their eyes were still looking at me. They checked whether they could trust me or looked at my reaction, I could not say for sure. Almost immediately after Bucciarati cry, three more people came running.

The first was a man about Bucciarati height, and his physique looked smaller than Bucciarati. He had white hair with large bangs on the right side of his face, and his eyes, which I noticed, were red. He most likely was not an albino, but he just had that color. His red suit was very conspicuous, especially the holes in his arms and legs, which were clearly part of the suit due to the cutting of the edges of the holes. His red jacket was held on one button, under which he wore a tie with the image of a strawberry. His boots had the same strawberry pattern on the front, and his trousers were held by a simple belt. Pannacotta Fugo.

This was a rather controversial character due to the fact that he dumped the Bucciarati gang at a crucial moment. But Bucciarati also offered the others a choice whether they wanted to go with him or not, of course, many said and defended him by saying that Araki did not want to leave him as he would have killed the Boss in the first seconds of the battle, but also the people who scrolled a little below the title knew that by In the plot, he should be a traitor and work for the Boss, but due to depression, Araki could not make a traitor out of him and simply excluded him from the plot.

But despite what he would do in the future, now he was the very first to come running to the shout and immediately rushed to Narancia, looking at what had happened to him and as the most well-read person among this company, he knew what to do and immediately how I realized the situation and ran somewhere, upstairs running past me without noticing. There was a rustling sound from the top floor.

Almost immediately after Fugo ran to the top, another person came. He was a tall man, probably the tallest of those who are here. On his long, shoulder-length hair, which towards the end resembled thorns that looked in all directions, there was a jagged headdress that looked like a bandage. His lips were smeared with dark lipstick. He wore a long dark coat with green laces that crossed his bare chest. On the buckle of his belt there is a huge gold emblem of the letter A. His pants were the same color as his coat, and his shoes were a few tones lighter. His blue eyes immediately gazed at Giorno with obvious dislike as he entered, as if he were to blame for Bucciarati scream. It was Leone Abbacchio.

It was impossible to say something precise about him. He, of course, behaved like a crybaby at the beginning of the plot and relieved his need for a kettle to give Giorno some tea later, but, oddly enough, I did not feel anything bad about him. Perhaps due to the fact that he sacrificed himself for the sake of others during the entire plot and was also willing to die in order to save Giorno during the incident with a stand that could be pulled into mirrors. An indeterminate character who, after entering the room, went and stood next to Bucciarati, still looking at Giorno and at the same time not noticing me either.

Almost next to them is not that a huge, but not a small white-golden spot, and as they both did not notice me, it gave me the feeling that I was some kind of Kuroko. Without letting me completely bogged down in my thoughts, another person entered the room, who at the first glance drew attention to me, but did not have nothing to say and calmly walked up to Narancia to see what had happened there.

It was again a man who was slightly shorter than Abbacchio. The first thing that rushed on his face was the large black pupils. On his head was a red headdress that sometimes-shimmered blue with a white diagonal mesh, and the front part had the shape of a blue arrow pointing downwards. Because of his hat, it was impossible to tell what color his hair was, but as far as I remember it was black. His clothes consisted of a cashmere sweater with a turtleneck similar to his hat, which did not cover his entire bottom at the level of his stomach. Leather trousers with tiger stripes, but instead of orange, they were red, and the belt that held them was blue. There was also a bulge on the side, which was most likely his revolver. His shoes consisted of white boots. Guido Mista.

He was one of the calmest in all this company and did not really show his emotions, but of course not at the end, when he would think in whose ashes the Boss was hiding. Also, as far as I remember, he can calmly receive the prize "Chief Sniper of the Year" because it seems that out of forty-eight shots that he made for the entire plot, forty-six hit him, but I think this can be explained by the fact that his stand is not the most suitable for fighting and shooting into the user's stand with bullets, which most of the stands can reflect not the most correct idea. But for me, despite his strange behavior at some points in the plot, he was the most pleasant here, perhaps it was due to the fact that he was the only one who survived at the end of the fifth part of the Bucciarati gang.

Yes... most of them have to die. And here the point is not even that I cannot help, but that at the end of the fifth part they showed the moment before the canon, in which their deaths were predicted and the fate in JoJo was a very real thing and I did not know if I could somehow change. Perhaps it was just a prediction of the stand, and not fate, but I will try to change something. I'm not sure that I can save Bucciarati because he went alone and did not take anyone with him, and even more so they won't let me in.

Fugo descended from the top floor with a brisk step at once, jumping over several steps. In his hands was a red box with a white cross, well, or just a difficult first-aid kit. When his feet stepped onto the first floor, he immediately rushed to Narancia for first aid. By his actions it was clear that he knew what he was doing when treating wounds and burns, I also saw Giorno frowning, realizing that someone had already found them, and if I remember correctly, his stand could heal, but he could only find this out during the plot for a guy with a stand who could create a stand. It would be powerful if it were revealed even a little.

- What happened Narancia? - Abbacchio gave his powerful voice.

- I was attacked by a man from the gang and he had a stand. - He answered while writhing his face in pain due to the fact that his wounds were being treated. - he tracked me down on the captured Bucciarati car. He asked me why we weren't at Polpo funeral. I was also bitten by a spider.

They still don't notice me.

- Ahem. I cleared my throat while showing that I was still here. At the same time, standing up in a vertical position, moving away from the wall. - if you want, I can cure him.

- What? - Fugo turned in my direction.

- Who are you? - Abbacchio immediately started shouting at me. - Are you one of those people who hunt Trish?

- My name is Diego Brando. - and you obviously said a little too much, but of course I won't say that. - I came here for my own reason and I have already found this reason. But since I'm here, I can help him. I nothing is not worth it and I want to show my good intentions.

- What are you…- Abbacchio tried to start screaming again, but Giorno interrupted him.

- "Can you help me"? Do you have a stand? - this question clearly strained everyone in the room.

- Stand? - I tried to seem confused, because I could not know what they are called. And why did everyone in different parts call them the same? They couldn't all know their names. - No. I can help him with hamon. This is a breathing technique that gives some abilities, which include healing, both outsiders and yourself.

- Hamon? - asked Mista. - How's the pork leg?

- Yes... - I was a little embarrassed and on the open mouth of Mista who wanted to ask one more question, I got ahead of him. - It was not me who created it, so I don't know why it was called that.

- Okay, but we'll keep an eye on you. - this was already Bucciarati decision, to which I could only nod to show that I have no objection.

- Bucciarati you can't trust him! After all, he appeared here ... - Fugo tried to say logical things, but he was interrupted by Bucciarati with a simple raise of his hand, who knew why I was here.

- Let's. - this has already been addressed to me again.

I began to calmly approach Narancia, who also looked at me with suspicion. The only ones who looked at me differently were Bucciarati and Giorno in their eyes, most likely there was interest, and partly with the fact that they should be next to me during treatment was quite logical. Now Bucciarati realized that if one found them, then another person could find them, despite the fact that Narancia's wounds were not very serious, but if he was in full readiness, then this would give several more chances for a better rebuff.

Kneeling down in front of Narancia, for some reason I closed my eyes and began to accumulate hamon in my body. Two seconds later, I felt my cells filled with the energy of the sun and my whole body was filled with energy. Opening my eyes, I saw that my entire body was covered with a golden aura with bursts of lightning, which gave a warm feeling to everyone in the room. Starting to lower my hands to the wounds on Narancia's body, I noticed that his face was full of shock and something told me that it was the same in others, but in some it was most likely not so clearly expressed.

I started pouring hamon into Narancia's body, which immediately affected his entire body and his wounds, and the burns began to slowly disappear from his skin. After all that time of training with hamon, I understood its principle of action much better. Most of the weak wounds on the kind that were on Narancia or like the broken bones of Jonathan could be healed simply by pouring hamon into the body and then he could heal the human body himself, but if the wound was already more serious, like tearing off with meat or deep wounds like those that I had more hamon during the first training session, and I had to pour more hamon into the wound itself, controlling the process, but with serious wounds or regrowing large areas of the body, hamon can no longer cope, if only to keep life a little.

And now, after about ten seconds, not a single scratch remained on Narancia's body and he looked like new, except of course the clothes, which were singed and torn in some places. For all the seconds that I was treating Narancia, I drew attention to the fact that I still did not see Trish, nevertheless, we were screaming quite loudly here and she should have come down at least for the sake of interest, but if you think about it, you could have come to the decision that she might not care about them and she will soon have an exciting moment of meeting with her father whom she has never seen. Yes, and she is being hunted, this obviously does not have a very good effect on a fifteen-year-old girl, not all the same as Giorno can become mafia bosses at fourteen.

After examining himself from all sides, he got to his feet, taking my rock for help and jumping a little in order to check all the sensations in the body. After looking at Narancia a little more, I turned around to see several shocking pairs of eyes that were looking directly at me. I had a slightly self-confident smile on my face.

- Cool! - even for me, his behavior was too energetic. - What was it? Tell!

- Well, as I said it was hamon. This is a breathing technique that allows you to generate the energy of the sun in your body. - I said, adding a little self-confident note to my voice. At the same time, he turned in his direction.

- Ahh... Me. Can I learn this? This is so cool! - said Narancia, in his voice there was a desire to learn this.

- Well, I'm not sure. - I said to him in the eyes and saw how incredible sadness was reflected in them after my words. - But not everyone can learn hamon. So I'm not sure if you have potential for it.

- Then let's check it out anyway. Do you have a way? - Immediately he perked up.

Before he could start asking new questions, a new voice rang out in the room.

- First, tell us more about what happened, Narancia. It was Bucciarati voice. He turned to me. - Thank you for curing Narancia. I appreciate it.

After his words, Narancia shook his head incessantly, and Fugo nodded briefly, showing am grateful, even Abbacchio, in spite of his heavy character, nodded, albeit with some difficulty.

- No problem. He said that I wanted to show my loyalty.

- Diego. You can go outside. - Bucciarati asked me. - We need to discuss something with each other and this is not for extra ears.

With a nod, I went outside while I was closing the door, the last thing I heard was Fugo voice asking who I was.

The weather was still pleasantly warm outside, and a cold breeze was passing through my skin, and my skin was warmed by the rays of the sun that fell on me. These rays of the sun made me look closely at my new finger. Not why, but in the morning, when I woke up, the sun calmly fell on my finger and did not cause any discomfort, although the vampires' body parts crumbled to ash at any touch of the sun. Perhaps this was influenced by the fact that the finger had time to merge with me and became more human, because it worked with Jonathan body when his father captured his body and it acquired a weakness for the sun's rays. Although it is possible that in that case it was influenced by the fact that my father had been with the body for about a hundred years, but in principle I have nothing to complain about, and I am quite pleased that I did not have this weakness. It is also good that I learned Italian before coming here, well, more precisely for the last few years, otherwise without this skill I would not be able to speak normally with no one.

Then I felt on the back of my head that someone was looking at me from the back. Turning abruptly, I did not see anyone. Having looked more attentively around the sides while paying special attention to the windows in which there was still no one, but the look was still felt, but more precisely, and it was coming from somewhere from the top? It was rather strange that I did not notice anyone there when I looked around, maybe it was part of the anime humor, when if something does not get into the frame, then it does not exist. But when I looked up, I saw a man who was looking at me.

It was a girl of slender build. The first thing that caught my eye was her pink hair with a swirling hairstyle on her head, which from the back descended below her shoulders. Or it was the hair and not the hairstyle due to the fact that it was an anime, but okay it doesn't really matter. She had blue eyes that looked at me, and her lips were painted pink. She wore a black bra attached to a necklace that consisted of a mosaic of mathematical symbols that alternated between black and gold, with the symbols of the opposite color. I did not see what was worn on the lower part of the body because of the window jamb, but as far as I remember, she was wearing a long skirt, similar in appearance to a necklace, which was unbuttoned at the level of the left thigh. She was also supposed to be wearing brown boots. This was the last person to be here, Trish Una.

She was a beautiful girl who had not yet left her teenage age, but this should have disappeared over time, and her sad eyes with a share of indifference gave her some more charm, although if they had a different look, it would be much better. I would be a few years older, but all ages are submissive to love? But so far, my age does not allow me to do anything serious, even take care of it. And not to say that the time is the best.

She was one of the most important plot characters thanks to and the whole plot of the fifth part was built. It was she who allowed the Bucciarati gang to meet with the Boss, his team was tasked with protecting her from the killer and bringing her to him, so that later he could kill her. But even after that, she still helped to move the plot and even once saved the whole gang from death, or at least from being crippled, she was able then to confront an independent stand by awakening her stand. Also, thanks to her, they were able to get at least some direction in search of the Boss's personality, remembering the place from the photo, there was also a moment at the end when she spurred the Boss into a fight, which allowed Giorno to awaken GER, well, or something like I don't remember exactly ...

- Hey? - I turned to her, I tried to somehow start a conversation and cheer her up. - My name is Diego Brando.

- Pf. - the only thing she did was snort and went somewhere deep in the room, because of which I never saw her again.

- Pf. I didn't really want to. - said on purpose a little louder than it was supposed to, while mimicking her with a grain of humor.

A few moments after this short dialogue, the door to the house finally opened, from which Giorno came out and looked at me with serious eyes and nodded briefly. Other gang members also began to marry Giorno. I noticed how a strange look was directed at me from Abbacchio, who was most likely told that I was kind of like Giorno brother, but this was most likely an appraising look, and he did not try to use the intimidation technique on me like Giorno, so that he left gangs, after all, Giorno is fourteen and his place is clearly not in the mafia gang.

- Bucciarati, I have a bad feeling about this hideout. - began to speak Abbacchio with excitement in his voice. - We need to get out of this vineyard! We must not waste more than a minute.

- But... how do we move. - there were a few beads of sweat on Bucciarati face, which indicated that he was worried. Also, his voice in replacing confidence acquired a little fear. - If you believe that guy who attacked Narancia... then his whole team consists of experienced assassins ...! - he thought a little. - And they found Narancia rented car in seconds. The pier, railway station and airport are out of the question! Even taking the Highway would be risky. And the risk ... will be even greater if we take his daughter with us!

- I don't think we have time for discussions. We need to urgently change the shelter! - beads of sweat were also visible on Fugo face, indicating his excitement. Even after all the measures I took, they found us very quickly. And Narancia set all those cars on fire. - he tried to transfer problems to another. - In short, he gave them a smoke signal! They will arrive to comb the entire area ... and when that happens, I think our chances of escaping unnoticed will diminish even further.

On the face of Narancia, who was sitting on the steps, a monstrous feeling of guilt was displayed, and his face was covered with sweat much stronger than all the others put together. He closed his eyes and put his hands to his head due to the fact that he realized that this whole situation happened because of him. I went a little closer to Giorno in order to say something encouraging, but I did not know that since I could not know the whole situation, but instead of me Giorno decided to do it.

- I think Narancia tried to destroy the enemy. - Narancia face showed surprise, and he goggled in the direction of Giorno. - Given the situation, he did everything right. And ... now the enemy knows that Bucciarati is hiding the Boss's daughter. The boss should give us directions on where to go next. I believe that we should not stay here and wait for communication with him. - summed up Giorno, and on his face was visible pure confidence in his words.

- NO ONE ASKED YOU AT ALL! KNOW YOUR PLACE! - Abbacchio broke into a cry. - And who said the Boss will contact us right now, Huh? It can take days or even weeks! Don't be stupid.

- Take it easy. - my calm voice rang out next to Giorno, and my hand grabbed the hand of Abacchio, which was reaching for Giorno face. - There is no point in shouting like that, or even more stretching your hands. He gave a perfectly normal plan. I don't know what's going on here, but I roughly understood your situation. I think it was not in vain that they told you to come to this place, and most likely your Boss was expecting this.

- You…- Abbacchio pulled his hand out of my grip and looked at me angrily, but didn't say anything.

- Bucciarati! - came the voice of Mista, who at the very beginning of the conversation climbed into a gray minibus, which looked quite expensive from the outside. - This is the Boss... He has a message for you...!

On the faces of all those present, a shocked expression was visible, which almost immediately changed to a serious one. They all approached the minibus as if they didn't believe this message. Of course, due to the fact that I did not belong to the Bucciarati gang, I didn't come up with them and I stayed where I was, just looking at what was happening, although I could still hear it perfectly.

- Boss…- Bucciarati face showed an unbelieving expression. - message…! - he spoke as if he did not understand what was happening. The following words were spoken with a face that seemed to understand the whole situation and was already reflecting shock. - From him…!

Bucciarati abruptly opened the side door of the minibus and peered inside, staring straight at the laptop. I didn't see what was written there because of the distance, but I did see the intricate design icon, showing that the message was personally from the Boss.

I noticed a strange spot that was in my field of vision. Turning, I looked at Trish who showed up to see what was behind the screams, or rather, she heard something about the Boss. She turned her gaze back to me. This time for support, I just showed her a thumb in support. To which this time she smiled so lightly that it would be difficult to notice. Still, she is now having a difficult moment in her life, and even before that it was most likely not very good, so such momentary moments of happiness can help. I turned away with a sense of accomplishment and continued to look at the actions of the gang.

- Pompeii! - shouted Bucciarati after ka read the message on the laptop screen. - We need to search the mosaic with the dog!

Immediately after his statement, Mista movements in the place with Fugo were visible in the car, who began to search for this place on the map, that they managed to find them at the same time. Bucciarati flipped through the message when Abbacchio got into the minibus and started reading the message too.

- Transport? - there was a misunderstanding on the faces of Abbacchio, along with Bucciarati. - Safe transport? What does it mean?

- It's email. We cannot ask him questions. - explained Bucciarati. And then he got off the bus and looked at the gang members. - Fugo! Abbacchio! Giorno! You go you will get the key in Pompeii! Mista, Narancia and I will guard our daughter!

Bucciarati made a quick decision and got his priorities right, confidence on his face.

- Perfectly safe transport...? Is this even possible? - uncertainty was visible on Mista face.

- Helicopter! - Narancia was confident in his words. - It must be a helicopter! By helicopter we can get where we want and go unnoticed!

People who were supposed to stay for protection came closer to the door, and those who were supposed to go to Pompeii remained standing in the courtyard.

- Pompeii is less than thirty-five kilometers away! You should get the key in an hour! - summed up Bucciarati. - Find it, contact us when it's safe! Then we'll get the girl wherever we need to go.

The faces of the entire Bucciarati gang showed seriousness, they understood that this was their only way to travel safely and they understood that this task would be one of the key ones in completing the Boss's mission.

- Then I'm going with Giorno? Yes? - I gave my voice, destroying the whole atmosphere of seriousness that was whipped up.

All glances were removed at me and I felt a little uncomfortable, but I didn't give a drop of the fact that I felt uncomfortable.

- No. - said Giorno looking at me. - We are being hunted by dangerous people and most likely they will be able to track us there and attack. They may have abilities that you may not understand, and your hamon may be incredible, but it won't be able to withstand what I'm talking about.

Everyone nodded at his words, as if to say that he was right. Even Abbacchio, who, most likely for the first time in the entire plot, agreed with Giorno.

- Are you talking about the stand you mentioned? - I made the assumption that Giorno nodded. - I can stand up for myself and most likely the stand is something like a hamon? Kind of beyond abilities? Then I also have tricks up my sleeve in place with these booths.

- [Sticky Fingers]. Bucciarati voice rang out, causing a figure to appear in front of him.

It was a humanoid in height and build similar to Bucciarati. The upper half of his face was hidden by a helmet with short spikes, forming a mohawk, approximately from the eyes there were zippers without fasteners, to the level of the chin, from the side they resembled tears. He wore blue spandex that exposes half of his torso, which was gray like his entire skin color. There are pieces of metal armor on the shoulders, arms, wrists, knees, and legs. The zippers, which varied in size, weigh from the base of the neck and abdomen, where the largest fastener hung at the groin level, the back of the arms and the top of the legs.

- Well, something like. - I gave an ambiguous answer. - Only looks different and a different type?

- Good. - Bucciarati said, recalling [Sticky Fingers] and nodding to his thoughts. - I have no right to give you orders, but at least you can take care of yourself. Good luck.

His last words were addressed to all of us. Then he went into the house with the others. Having exchanged glances with everyone, we went to the mini bus and got on it. Abbacchio got into the driver's seat and immediately started the mini bus, and Fugo took the seat next to him. Giorno and I had no choice but to sit in the passenger seat from the back. During the whole trip, no one said a word because of the tension, which gave me time to think a little.

Bucciarati consent for my help influenced most of the fact that they needed help. I can't remember how many battles there were until this moment, but every time someone fought with other stand users, they received wounds, which reduced their combat effectiveness, which now could lead to a tragic result, most likely not even as a fighter. but how heal. Perhaps Bucciarati did not want to involve me in this, but knowing how stubborn Giorno was, he might think that I also had this character trait and would not give up my decision. And in principle, he is right, if they refused me, I would simply grab the body and go with them.

The second thing that got me thinking was [Sticky Fingers]. He was certainly not the strongest stand and his abilities were not the strongest and it was only thanks to Bucciarati that these were dangerous abilities. But he did not even come close to 1/3 of the power that [The World] showed. And this again showed that the force that was hiding in the fists of [The World] exceeded the usual stands.

I didn't notice how we arrived in Pompeii. This square meter of ruins was destroyed and buried in the blink of an eye by Tephra and the lava of Vesuvius on August 24, 79 BC. Houses, streets, wine bowls... Even the traces of chariots and the corpses of people remained in the same position as during the volcanic eruption. The locals, frozen in the poses that they took two thousand years ago, have survived to this day, which brought great fame to the ruins.

In this ruined city, there is a place known as the home of the tragic poet. Our destination is the dog mosaic in this house.

After getting out of the car and having warmed up a little, I heard Abbacchio begin to speak.

- We cannot move further by car. - he said, looking at the fence, which the passed blocking us on the road. He immediately looked around a little and continued - Pompeii, right? I walked here as a child...

- As for the mosaic with the dog…- Fugo began to say. - As far as I remember, our target is only a hundred meters down the road... When we get the key, the way back will take about thirty minutes.

Walking through the ruins of this city, I looked around, thinking how many people died in the eruption at that time. It used to be, without a doubt, a beautiful and great city, but now it was a pitiful ruin. It was a great example to show that nothing lasts forever.

And the most offensive thing is that I did not remember at all what was happening here. I remember the main points of the plot, but I do not remember the battles with the secondary villains at all.

Walking along one of the streets, looking around, I saw how Fugo was staring at the mirror, which was completely out of topic here due to the fact that it looked quite new and clean compared to the whole place.

- Abbacchio, Giorno... Diego. - began to say Fugo, making a small hesitation before saying my name. - Be on the lookout. Bucciarati was right. Let's take action and they will find us ... but I didn't think they would show up so soon.

All of us except Fugo looked carefully around, but saw nothing.

- How many are there? - Abbacchio not pretending that we noticed something.

- Only one… for now… He just stands and watches. His voice was strained. - to your left ... He is watching us from behind the column.

- But our main task is to find the key. - said Abbacchio - we need to move on.

- As if they would let us do it quietly. - I made a logical conclusion.

- You said he was behind the pillar... but which pillar do you mean. - noticed one moment Giorno.

- Don't build fool Giorno… there's only one column here. He stands behind her... Can't you see him?

- I also thought about it... There is only one column... - Abbacchio also noticed that there was no one there. - But from here I don't see where he's hiding.

I nodded in agreement. But I also slowly recalled that it was the owner of the stand who could transfer people to the mirror dimension, but I still don't remember anything about him. Meanwhile, Fugo pupils were watching someone in the mirror.

- Stop fooling Abbacchio! Tension was written on Fugo face. - He's coming out of the column!

Everyone looked behind, but there was still no one there, on the faces of Abbacchio and Giorno were visible incomprehensible expressions, while I tried to remember at least something about how he was defeated in the canon.

- What are you talking about...? - there were doubts in Abbacchio voice. - What's the matter with you Fugo?

- What are you talking about?! I'm talking about him. - he turned sharply and showed us behind the back. - He's heading for us!

- A? - that was the only thing that Fugo said when he turned and saw no one behind us. - He… he was there! Behind that pillar... I'm sure... There was a man...!

BOOM

When they all looked at the column, which Fugo pointed out, saying that there was a man behind them, there was the sound of a blow, after which the sounds of breaking glass were immediately heard. When they turned, they saw that Diego's hand, covered with a golden aura with bursts of lightning, hit the wall that was behind the glass, and the mirror itself fell to the ground in the form of fragments.

- W... What. - tried to say something to Abbacchio, but I interrupted him.

- What? Well, you yourself said that the stands have incredible abilities, which means that he appeared to Fugo in the very reflection or most likely in the world of mirrors to drag him there. Well, I thought why just stand there and wait for his move, when you could just break the mirror. Perhaps this will somehow stop him and he will have to look for a new mirror, or perhaps this, in turn, gave him more opportunities. So, let's just get out of here and don't stand there and wait for the attack, just get the key.

- I... It is logical. - said Abbacchio, and respect flashed in his look in my direction. - Go here.

- Yes. - Said Fugo, also shocked.

When we turned away from the mirror, Giorno decided to ask a question.

- Fugo what the attacker looked like. - but without waiting for an answer, he turned. - Fugo?

This made Abbacchio and me turn and look towards the mirror for Fugo. It was not where it was.

- Well, size doesn't seem to matter for this guy. - I said, getting ready for battle.