Chapter 6 - Old Nightmare

Fugo couldn't focus on the lecture or Miku. His mind was still preoccupied by yesterday's attack, and he cursed inwardly at his temper for getting rid of the Stand user that fast.

Even if he had less than 30 seconds left, there might have been a chance to make him give a name. Instead, he bashed his head in just to cool off.

"Clubs will resume today. If you wish to join any, go to their assigned classes and talk with the teacher responsible for it.", That did get his attention.

Now that Stands were definitely in the area, he should do his best to look around for any possible problems. Seeing as his notebooks were to be wasted, he could write the names of suspicious people inside them.

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Meanwhile, Nino was dying from the amount of formulas in math class. It was barely the second day of school, and the material and gazes from the boys already made her wish to stay home.

Her notebook lay open in front of her, half-filled with scribbles that had started as equations and turned into wild, doodled vines as she lost focus. A sneaky glance around the room revealed her classmates hunched over their papers, heads down, most looking focused.

"Focus, Nino.", She muttered under her breath, tapping her pen rhythmically against the page. The teacher's droning voice was doing little to keep her attention. Every mention of "variables" and "coefficients" felt like another nail in her mental coffin.

She couldn't let it get to her head, to repeat the same mistakes. If father won't simply get rid of the tutor then all of them have to exceed their past grades.

Part of her has accepted defeat to the situation. Yotsuba and Itsuki were already likely to go on board with it, because of who they were, but she didn't expect Ichika and Miku to join in.

Ichika didn't seem that interested in it so she might skip some lessons with her sleep or job... that she has yet to talk more about. Something about that irked her, but it was obvious she wouldn't tell in any way until she did it on her own accord. While Miku has apparently already met the boy, Fugo, and even if still a bit uncomfortable, decided to join the lessons. 

The tutor's age raised questions, but they were all shut down once father sent proof backing up young Fugo's university activity. So to say she was backed into a corner was understandable. 

Nino sighed and let her eyes wander toward the window. The late summer sunlight streamed in, warm and lazy, reminding her of a world beyond equations. Outside, the breeze made the leaves shiver, and she found herself wishing she could be anywhere but here - maybe at a café or home with some pancakes and water, somewhere she could feel like herself again.

Well, the last part didn't seem that much of an option anymore. If she had tried on the first day something, maybe she could have gotten rid of him, but now she somewhat doubts the success of framing him for something with her sisters warming up to him.

Another sigh slipped out, and she rubbed her temple as the "words" on the page blurred. Who was this Fugo, anyway? She fails to see the reason why a Italian top student would suddenly come to Japan and even be their personal teacher.

"Are you gonna be in your head all day?", An emotionless day jolted her out of her thoughts before continuing. "Not that I mind, but me and Yamada want to go outside for the break. Do you want to join?"

Another head popped out from the person's back, her brown hair and green eyes contrasting the taller girl's hair and purple eyes. "It's fine if you don't want to. Don't be alarmed by Otori's tone."

She rolls her eyes and nods. Even with so many negatives, she at least met some friends in this place.

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"OIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII! FUUUUGGGGOOOO!", A loud yell was heard almost all throughout Italy, the instigator being a young boy with black messy hair, purple eyes, and heavy clothing.

Of course, all of them wore such clothes. Snow was a rare occurrence in Naples, but it was a welcome change.

"Fugo, go after Narancia. I will keep an eye on the new guy.", He nodded to the tall man with long white hair.

Besides the weather and the appearance of a new member, Guido Mista, it was a regular day here. Abbacchio, Bucciarati and Narancia were the same.

Yet Fugo's heart never calmed down. It hurt as if glasses of shards were inching towards it.

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Itsuki considered crying at the sight of her notes and writing.

She tried to put every bit of material down on paper but grew confused the more it went on which slowed down her hands. At this pace, she will never catch up and gain standing to even have confidence in her dream.

'At least the tutor does seem worthy of father's approval...', Fugo looked interested in actually improving their grades and intelligent for his age. 

She didn't yet know the reason behind it, but he mentioned he had another student before. The tone implied a bigger story behind it, although she understood she was overstepping as she is right now.

He wasn't unfriendly so perhaps they could be friends one day... Yotsuba will definitely try her best to achieve that. She might already be attempting it on her second day.

Regardless, she will do her best.

GROWL!

...After some food.

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"Sourpuss, can you stop following me like a hawk?", Mista said with a helpless expression, glancing to see Narancia hit Fugo with a snowball then back to Abbachio.

"What the fuck did you call me, target practice?", He grabs his colla-.

GURGLE!

Only for both to turn at the sound of Narancia being force-fed snow by a red-faced Fugo and frowning Bucciarati.

""Are they idiots?""

Yes, they were.

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Ichika laid lazily on her desk, already forgetting all the history put down her throat by the teacher. They had a tutor for school, right?

All she had to do was attend his classes or something. Fugo acted like a serious guy even if he seemed barely older than them.

She was interested in seeing how he would drag Nino to it.

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Everyone was dead.

Fugo opened the door to the restaurant just to see that.

It felt unreal, as if his soul left his body. No matter how long he had been on the streets, fighting for his life and eventually 4 more, he wasn't ready to experience such a thing.

Bucciarati was barely recognizable, just a bath of blood with his head torn into two pieces. He seemed to have held on to life even if just to see the identity of the enemy and tell it to the others.

Abbacchio was rolled with heavy shoe marks over his right arm and back. Kicked deep into the ground with broken bones pocking out of his body and left like a piece of trash.

Narancia... died in one clear strike, a metal pipe embedded right through his head. His face could be seen from where he was standing, confused and not at all alarmed even before the strike.

Mista died a painless death too, his corpse barely still staying in a chair. He had 4 bullet holes through his abdomen, most likely hitting his heart.

"UBASHAAAA!"

"Huh?", He froze again once he caught sight of Purple Haze, appearing without his consent.

No... It was already there.

After all.

"W-Why do you have BLOOD ON YOU, BASTARD?!", His temper erupts like a volcano, actually grabbing his own Stand's neck until realizing his stupidity.

He lets his body fall down, looking at the ceiling with dead eyes.

"I messed up... even if I told you... I would kill you...", He stopped himself before tears flowed in, but he couldn't. "Bucciarati..."

It wasn't him. It was Purple Haze's fault.

Or so he wanted to tell himself.

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Miku looked to the side, visibly uncomfortable with the current situation. At the first desk, Fugo was sleeping in.

She glanced at the clock reading 12:57, the last class almost starting. It didn't seem like he would wake up before so she forced herself to stand up and shake him a bit.

"F-Fugo?", It brings success after just a bit, but... "Ow! Fugo!"

"...", His unblinking eyes that stare into nothing turn to her own then down at the wrist he held on.

Releasing it, redness was visible all around it. He put too much strength into it unconsciously. "Sorry, I had a bad dream."

Miku nods, but the experience seemed to bring her mood down a lot.

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Inside nowhere, a humanoid being formed through a blend of white and purple patches was standing.

Its cape was flowing in different directions, almost as if its every breath shook the entire area. The eerie pupils behind the visor connected to its helmet would constantly move onto the drool falling down its stitched mouth.

It would randomly crash out, destroying pillars that reconstruct themselves in a tidy and clean manner. Such an action so familiar to the Stand.

Its name was Purple Haze.

During the year Fugo has felt down, he unknowingly created a maze here. One that drives it even more savage to the point it can barely hold on to the small reason it once had.

The Stand and user weren't close even if they were similar in nature. The once beneficial relationship they held was destroyed by Fugo's desertion, but now it was about to change back.

Purple Haze already sees how the place repairs itself more slowly.

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Ok so I know I just said I am taking it slower.

ALL I WILL SAY IN RESPONSE TO THAT IS:

If you become a lawyer, don't try to defend me.

Anyway so actual plot, another dish I cooked that I barely understand myself.

I wanted to try about the quintuplets and I think it went well? Maybe.

The dream was just an old nightmare resurfacing. Fugo's first interaction with Bucciarati is telling him he might try to kill him for no reason because of his temper.

So I think it's pretty obvious his one insecurity is crashing out and killing everyone.

I also made Purple Haze the person to do it so it shows why he barely uses it, let alone the fact it's not that practible in group fights. He doesn't trust his own Stand since it's based on a side he's careful of.

Also wow, Nino warming up to the idea of tutoring?

Fuck no, Fugo hurts Miku lmao.

I don't think I will make a big deal out of it, but yeah it's funny it happens in the same chapter.

Btw the deaths of the gang are actually somewhat based on Tohth from Part 3. Bucciarati is Jotaro, Abbacchio is the woman that Hal Horse was meant to kick, Narancia is Jotaro again with the bullets through the pipe, Mista is Hol Horse and Tohth getting shot.