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beauty1n7h3darkness · 4 years ago

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Who They Are

Summary: After deciding to trust the fellow, you take their hand and make your escape. You have no idea who he is or how he knew what he knew or if he was telling the truth. Hopefully though, he was telling the truth. It would explain so much to you about your “family” and why you are treated like you are. ...as well as why they- well, that’s another story.

(This was written on a desk-top btw, I apologize if the formatting is weird)

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After evading the possible kidnapping, you started to observe your “savior.” He was a tall fellow. Olive skin, fit physique, medium hair, and semi-broad shoulders. His clothes were neatly put together, which suggest an organized life. The clothes weren't bright or crazy, but they were basic and dark, which tells you that he doesn't want to stick out.

What you didn't realize was that you were staring at him. At first, he decided to ignore your eyes on him, but after a while, it got creepy.

"Not to be rude, but why are you staring at me," the man asked.

Widening your eyes, you looked away, "I was observing you."

The man makes a noise of acknowledgment after a while, making you doubt if he believed you. But seeming as he let it go, you were too.

"Alright, just through there," the man said.

Looking at where he was talking, you froze. The building was old and worn down, but you could recognize it anywhere.

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'hmm'

'mama, papa?'

'Why are we at Edrigia' (E-Dri-gi-a)

'You're going to be here for a while, until we come back'

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Blinking rapidly, you shook out of it, "I'm sorry, what was it?"

"Y/n.....Y/n......Y/N!!"

"As I was saying, we'll need to cut through here. There's nothing to worry about, I just cut through yesterday, it's deserted," he informed.

"What’s your name," you asked.

"That’s hardly im-"

"You've drug me from danger and to this place and I would like the name of the man I'm supposedly supposed to be trusting," you sassed, stopping in your tracks and crossing your arms.

Sighing, the man stopped and turned around, looking at your posture of defiance, "Fine. My name (is Jeff) is L’Rod.”

Cocking your head to the side and furrowing your eyebrows a bit, you repeated it with confusion, “L’Rod?”

“Yes, now let’s keep moving,” he grunted, turning around continuing on.

As you were following behind him, you still pondered over his name. ‘Was it an alias? most likely, but hey, anything his possible right? Right.’ Letting out a puff of air, you shook your head of those thoughts. With everything that’s happened so far, it’d be best if you had a clear mind. Ahead of you, L’Rod pondered over your behavior. You didn’t seem to act much like your mother, so maybe you relate more with your father. Grunting he cleared those thoughts out, he had to be observant and on high alert not wondering about his-

“Sooooo...Why were those guys tryna kill me,” you inquired, successfully bringing him out of his thoughts.

“I’ll tell you when we get to our destination,” he answered curtly, letting you know he wasn’t going to answer anymore questions.

Sighing, you guys continued your stretch to wherever you were going. At least it was a beautiful night. The pale moonlight beautifully illuminated the worn building, giving you a chance to see the growing greenery on and around it. Gosh, you wished you had a camera, it was truly something out of the land of make-believe. When you entered the building you were blown away. It complimented the outside well.

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As L’rod went on he noticed your lack of footsteps and turned to see you admiring the place.

“Come on, y/n,” he called, pullign you out of your trance, “we need to go to my safe place. Who knows, we could’ve been followed.”

Nodding, you gave the place on last once-over before trotting up to him. Mentally, he kicks himself, he could have been nicer, he’d apologize for the possible harshness once you two got to his safe haven. For now, he had to put more emphasis on you and your well-being, his included. So pushing the matter aside, he refocused and started forward, making sure you were in tow. It was going to be a long night.

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The Capo and Informant had just finished telling what happened in the interrogation to the now 18 year old Don. Sighing, he frowned a bit, taking in the information. Obviously they were being targeted by someone, the question is who? Ever since the changes he’s made, Passione has gained a lot of enemies. But from the way the information was being told, it seemed this has been planned for a while, given that the two men knew almost everything about them- excluding their stands and abilities thank goodness.

“It seems you were right again Bucciarati,” the Don began with a light chuckle. Bucciarati had previously made the Don aware about things that could happen once he took control of Passione and had been right about a few of them. Privately, the capo had told him about a dream where something like this happened. It seems he was perceptive even in the dream realm. “We’ll have to be very cautious and observe everyone of our enemies. Abbacchio, Mista I need you go back to the restaurant you guys were dinning at and gather information.”

Grunting, the white haired man nodded, while the gunslinger gave an audible response.

Moving on, the Don continued, “Fugo, I need you to hack into our visitors’ phones, check and see who they’ve been communicating with and look into them all. It’s strenuous, but I know you can do it, I’ll help you as well. Bucciarati, Narancia, I need you two to see what people on the street are saying. It’s risky but together, you two are invincible.”

The Don looks out the window, knowing that this would be the last night of peace for them all. War was about to begin.

“Dismissed...we all need to rest up for what’s about to begin...we may be on the verge of another war,” The Don clarifies going over to his desk.

The others in the room quietly left-aside from Bucciarati. Sensing the stress on the young man, the capo stayed to talk with him.

“Giorno, that means you rest too,” Bucciarati stated, watching the younger nod slightly.

“I know but-”

“No buts,” the latter cut him off, “Tomorrow we’ll all start on our work,” Bucciarati finished, scolding the younger slightly.

Knowing the older man wasn’t going to give up, the younger man gave in, “Alright, Bucciarati, you win. I’ll rest.”

Bucciarati made a hum of approval, waiting until Giorno was done locking up his office so they could depart together. As they were going to their place of residency, the pair knew that they had to be cautious about this enemy, not wanting to have any repeats as to what happened in the other war. They had all almost lost their lives in that fight, Abbacchio, Narancia, and Bucciarati had the worst injuries though. Clearing their heads from those thoughts, they put their minds to different things. Giorno thinking about the two mens’ possible identities and Bruno thinking as to why they wanted Y/n so badly and why her name sounded so familiar.

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#bruno bucciarati #Vento Aureo #bruno bucciarati x reader #who series #who they are #stay tuned

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beauty1n7h3darkness · 4 years ago

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'mama, papa?'

'hmm'

'why are we at Edrigia?' (E-Dri-g-a)

'You're going to be here for a while, until we come back'

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#what is this #teaser #stay tuned

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beauty1n7h3darkness · 4 years ago

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Update!!

Hi guys!! First and foremost, I would like to say, I'm not dead. A lot was happening and I haven't really been given a chance to work on the "Who Are..." series. I would like to thank you for your patience, likes, and follows!! I'll try to have a regualt upload schedule as well. Again thank you for your patience, follows, and likes!

~Kizzy

#update #thank you #teaser

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beauty1n7h3darkness · 4 years ago

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Interrogating Them

Summary: From the last chapters, you were made aware of the characters and certain situation they’ve found themselves in. In this chapter, you will find out about what happened after someone-under the capo’s orders-knocked out the suited men. If you have not read ‘Who Are You’ or ‘Who Are They’ go back and read those chapters, you won’t understand some of this if you don’t.

Warning: Hint of violence

Sitting at her desk, the older woman sighs as she hears the commotion from outside of her office doors.

KNOCK

“Enter.”

“Ma’am...he found her. He’s going to tell her everything and our asset told us that the capo and subordinate from the Don’s personal group interfered!! We- maybe we should just stop you know? Because the Don of Passione is a powerful man and let’s not get started on the capo!! That capo could bring all of down with just one word from-”

“Enough,” the lady growled, cutting off her subordinate's panicking, "Tell our precious subordinates to take them out.”

“Who-”

“The Don, his personal subordinates, HIM, and lastly Naples’ darling Capo. With them out of the way,” The woman stopped to chuckle, “the girl will be mine once more and I will get revenge on the people who took my lovers’ lives.”

Gulping the man nervously walks out the room, already dialing his contacts. Back in the office, the woman pulls out a manila folder labeled ‘Y/N PANE’.

“Carbonara, YOU, Pomodoro...the girl is going to be mine.”

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Back at Passione's Headquarters, the two suited men were being interrogated. Each man in two separate rooms and two separate interrogators.

Room 1

"Look, just tell us what we wanna know-"

"Or what," the first suited man sneered, cutting off the gunslinger.

Taking a deep breath and remembering what the Don told him, the gunslinger continued, "Or I won't be so nice. Now, why were you after the girl?"

"Why are you so interested in the girl, Guido Mista?"

The gunslinger paused, a cold, deadly gleam started to present itself inside of his eyes. But, seeing as the suited man could not sense the danger, he pressed on.

"Is Don Giorno Giovanna invested in her? Or- let me guess," the suited man smirked, not knowing the monstrous rage that was about to be let upon him if he continued, "Bruno Bucciarati's trying to get you to save his precious putt-"

"Shut up," the gunslinger spat, venom lacing in the two syllables and shooting the man the shoulder.

The man’s painful yelp echoed throughout the white room. Startled, he looked up, swallowing with fear as he saw the icy glare coming from the man above him. He had previously known about the man- they all had- and the look that was being given to him at that moment did not fit the profile made about him. The look was cold-deadly even and coupled with the gunslinger’s height and clenching of his jaw, it made the suited man want to run far, far away. Realizing that he pushed the man too far, he internally cursed and tried not to alert the gunslinger of his fear.

“First, you resist, then,” the gunslinger paused, letting a deep, dark chuckle escape his throat, ”You have the nerve to let mine and Giorno’s name slip out from between those bloody lips of yours and lastly,” a sickening smile etched its way onto Mista’s face, “You tarnished Bucciarati’s name.”

The next things being heard throughout out the room were screams and cries of pain along with angered curses from the esteemed interrogator. Outside the room, Abbacchio frowns at the names that slipped from the suited man’s lips.

Grabbing a small black phone, Abbacchio presses a contact and hold it up to his ear, saying two words when the person on the other end picks up, “...codice rosso.”(code red)

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Room 2

“Listen, just tell us what we wanna know,” the blonde said, a bored expression spread across his face.

With a bloodied nose, busted lip, bruised eye, and tears of embarrassment flowing down his face, the other suited fellow still refused. He refused to have his pride bruised any further than it already was. Realizing this, the boy with questionable fashion heaved a sigh before walking out. Surprised, the detained man froze, but soon let out a breathy laugh and a pained smile of relief spread across his face.

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“Now, my subordinate tells me that you’re quite a tricky one,” Bucciarati stated in a low sultry tone.

Biting his lip, he failed to hide the hopeless look that flashed in his eyes as the capo crouched down in front of him. Seeing this, the capo internally smirked and knew that the man would tell him everything he needed to know- starting with him and his comrade’s names.

“Why don’t we start from the basics, hm? What’s you and your partners’ names?”

Hanging his head in shame and defeat, the man started, “My name is Exo and the man in the other room’s name is Theo. Just like you, we’re part of an organization...one that can bring Passione crumbling down.”

Pausing at his words, Bucciarati locked eye contact with his subordinate as that was the signal that was perfected for dire moments like these. ‘already on it’ the subordinate thought while dialing the same person Abbacchio did.

When the person picked up, the blond haired subordinate said the same two words that was told to them moments before, “Codice rosso.”

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Sighing, another man with blond hair sat in his office, a shadow covering part of his face. Minutes apart, he had just gotten the same message from two of his trusted subordinates. ‘You were right again Bucciarati’ the man thought, shaking his head.

KNOCK

“Come in.”

The door opened, revealing another male with messy black hair and a back pack.

“Mission completed Don.”

“Good...look I know you’re tired...but we may have an....issue that will require all of us to fight...again,” the don stated slowly.

“Do we have a plan yet?”

“Not yet.”

KNOCK

“Come in.”

The door opened, revealing a frowning gunslinger, capo, hacker, and information retriever. After all of them piled into the office, the capo closed and locked the door.

“So,” the don started, “let’s begin.”

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beauty1n7h3darkness · 4 years ago

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Chapter 2 of who are you 👉🏻👈🏻

Yes, I’m sorry it took so long!! Chapter 2 is out now :)

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beauty1n7h3darkness · 4 years ago

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Who Are They

-I APOLOGIZE!! I know this is looooooooooong overdue, I started going through some things shortly after I posted the first chapter. The things are sorted out and now, I can try to post every other day. Thank you for your patience through this time!! Let’s get in to it!! ;)-

Summary: You’re part of a very popular family apparently. Your sister had a much better childhood than you, is there a reason why? Maybe. Is there a reason why four men seem to be following you, all confused on the fact of where they heard your name before? I don’t know, why don’t you stay and find out.

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“See you later Dj,” you called as you walked down the steps.

“Really,” Dj began again, “Just let me take you home. It’s late.”

“I’LL BE FINE,” you yelled back.

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“Not fine, definitely not fine,” you hissed as you ran down the pavement.

You see, it took you about fifteen minutes to find out you were being tailed by two men in suits and the man from the small restaurant with an associate of his it seemed. But, you only figured it out because someone started running and you just so happened to pass by a window. That was five minutes ago and you haven’t stopped running since. But, the thing is, you couldn’t figure out why they were chasing you in the first place. Was it because of the fake name? You had no idea.

But what you did know, you weren’t going to stick around and find-

“MOCCASIN”

“MOODY BLUES”

“TECHNO”

“STICKY FINGERS”

The next thing you heard was...weird to say the least.

“ARI ARI ARI ARI ARI ARI ARI ARI ARI ARI”

“BOOOP”

“SWOOOSH”

Wait is....is that club music?

“GAH!!”

“NGH”

CRASH!!

The sounds you heard only served to fuel your body adrenaline. But, why did it seem like the farther you ran, the closer the noises? CRASH! This made you come to an abrupt stop, as one of the suited men landed in front of you, into the lamp post. So, you ran left, the thing on your mind being: lefty loosey, righty tighty. What do you know!! It actually worked!! Now, for the home-

“PSST,” you heard, causing you to observe your surroundings.

Nothing...we-

“PSST,” you heard again.

“Come over here, quickly!! They’re coming,” someone said from an alley.

“Who? Who’s coming," you inquired.

“The suited men; They know who you are...they will KILL you,” they said again.

“How do I know YOU won’t kill me,” you asked.

“...B...Because I knew your mother,” they hesitated.

“That makes me not trust you more,” you said preparing to run.

“No!! Your REAL mother!! I- I knew your real birth mother,” he rushed.

Confused, you turn towards the alley. You always knew there was something different about you, but not THAT-

“Well, well, well,” someone chuckled from behind you, “Never thought I’d see the day where I find you agai-”

The man cuts himself off with a pained grunt when a thing slams itself into the man. Whipping your head around toward the alley, you see that the person has their hand out.

“I will explain everything to you, just come with me,” the person pleads.

Sighing, you put your hand in theirs, “Okay fine...I trust you.”

“Come,” they said stepping out of the alley, “You will be safe with me.”

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Suited man #1

Growling, I watched little y/n disappear down the road with HIM.

“Well done Passione, you let her get away,” I sneered.

Narrowing their eyes, the Capo and his partner-if possible- hardened their stares on my partner and I.

“Capo,” a cold voice sounded behind us.

The Capo gave a curt nod before everything went black.

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“......They found her.......”

“**************”

“Naples.........”

“......Dangerous....”

“.....Eliminate.....”

“....Theo......”

“...Exo....”

“.......Intercepted Mission.....”

“...Capo Bucciarati.....Leone Abbacchio.....”

“......High Level Threats.....”

“......Terminate.....”

“Affirmative......”

Sneak Peak

Sitting at her desk, the older woman sighs as she hears the commotion.

KNOCK

“Enter.”

“Enough,” the lady growled, “Tell our precious subordinates to take them out.”

“Who-”

Gulping the man nervously walks out the room, already dialing his contacts. Back in the office, the woman pulls out a manila folder labeled ‘Y/N PANE’.

“Carbonara, YOU, Pomodoro...the girl is going to be mine.”

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#chapter 2 #bruno bucciarati x reader #men in suits #did you find them #secret message #who are they

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beauty1n7h3darkness · 4 years ago

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Who Are you?

Summary: Growing up, you and your sister had different childhoods. While she was the beautiful, smart, and a goody-two shoes, you were the (skin/toned)kinda boyish, tempered, AB smart, kind of rebellious one. But, was this treatment for a deeper reason??

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No, absolutely not!! Under no circumstances were you going to work with your rotten, spoiled, and privileged, sister- was what you wanted to say. Instead, you simply said, “Yes sir, I will do my best.”

You see, your parents didn’t really...favor you per se. They often gave all the opportunities to your older sister- and that would be fine, except, it didn’t stop there. They constantly compared you to her. ‘You don’t want to wear a dress, your sister wears dresses why don’t you?’ ‘You don’t have a date, your sister does why don’t you?’ ‘You don’t like to read a lot, your sister does, why don’t you?’ Blah Blah Blah...you get it.

Why don’t you bring it up? More like, you stopped trying. Every time you brought the matter up to your parents they denied it or just said “Well if you were like your sister blah blah blah blah.”

Frustrating right? And if you brought it up to your sister- ugh she would be worse than your parents!!

“Listen Elena, I need you to ask our parents why they-”

“Ugh, look y/n if you were more like me, they wouldn’t treat you like the o- misfit that you are. So...I suggest being more like me, okay? Now, go get my jacket, I left it on my bed.”

Needless to say, you were done with their bull and moved to Naples, Italy- away from them and their torment on your 19th birthday. Now here you were, 3 years later at your first job, Antonio’s Pizza Margaritas, and you were currently seating your sister and ex boyfriend in an amazing booth by a window and handing them menus.

>2nd personPOV<

No no no, okay stay calm, you got this, just use a fake name.

“My name is A-Alessia Ghirga, and I am your waitress for today. I am going to give you guys a few minutes to decide what you want to drink and be back,” you told them quietly.

Smacking her teeth, Elena began to complain, “Why can't we just have a different waitress? One that's actually good at her job, I mean come on!!"

Chuckling Angelo said, “Don’t be rude bambina, I’m sure this is her first time on the job, after all, she forgot to put her name tag on. Oh,-” he turned to you, “excuse yourself from our presence.”

Nodding your head, you turned and walked off to where your friend Dj is currently stationed.

“N/n, isn’t that your sister,” He asked brushing some of his black locks out the way of his eyes.

“Yep," you said.

"And isn't that-?"

"Yep."

"They're such a**holes."

Sighing you nodded, "And it doesn't help that those group of guys keep staring at me."

Looking around*cough*obviously*cough*, Dj spotted a group of.....peculiar looking males. Not only were they...peculiar but they were also staring straight at you.

"So, what'd you do?"

"Nothing!!"

"Are you sure??"

"Positive!!!"

"Did you spill coffee on someone's suit again???"

"NO!!!"

"Then why is the nicest man in all of Naples coming over here with a glint in his eyes??"

"Who-"

"I bet you mouthed off at someone again. I thought you went to anger management and counseling for this already??"

"I didn't do anything I don't even know who you're talking-"

"Excuse me, are you Alessia Ghirga?"

Among hearing the voice, you turned around...only to be met with a chest covered in...tattoos?? So, you looked up and swore you died and went to heaven. Who was this handsome stranger dressed in albeit weird but stylish clothing?? Asking for you- well, your fake name.

"About that, my name is actually Y/n Manzana. I only said that so my sister and ex don't know it's actually me," you chuckled nervously.

Blinking twice, he answered, "Oh...uh...I'm sorry for the inconvenience then señora."

"It's okay, it's to be expected honestly, you use a fake name in public like this and you are bound to be mistaken for someone or be mistaken to be related for someone."

"How did you know that I thought you were related ro someone," he asked suspiciously.

"To be honest, I guessed," you said.

"Oh, right," he chuckled.

Then came the awkward silence. Along with the awkward eye contanct.

"So," he began, clearing his throat, "I'll uh go back to the table...I deeply apologize for the inconvenience."

"It's fine really señor," you began, "It was bound to happen, really."

With a breathy laugh, he seemed to let it go, "Yeah, I guess you're right."

'make a joke'

"Hey,it could've been worse!! At least I wasn't kidnapped and tortured because I used a name of a mafia member or something."

Silence...all that was left after that bad attempt ar comedy, was silence. Along with the man looking awfully pail...frick.

"Hey, it was just a joke okay?"

"Oh."

"Yeah."

"For the record, I told her that she shouldn't make jokes."

"Shut it Dj."

"It would be a shame if your sister and Ex were to-"

"I am terribly sorry Dj and I promise I will not tell you to 'shut it' again.."

"Thank-"

"Today."

"Oh you-"

"Anyway, I am terribly sorry about that Señor."

"Wow."

"I completely understand señora," chuckled the man.

"Well, I'll be taking my leave now," he said before kissing your hand.

"It was nice meeting you, I hope we can meet again."

"Me too- I mean, it was nice meeting you too!!"

Chuckling once more, he said bye to Dj before going back to his table, right...beside... Elena's...FU-

"I'm gonna kill you."

"Love you too Dj."

For the rest of the day, you worked diligently and made small talk with the customers and Dj, before you finally went home. Completely oblivious the suited men were following you home, who were oblivious to the long and bob haired man following them. All of them having one question in mind.

"If the Manzanas only had one daughter, who were you and why did your first name sound so familiar???"

#bruno bucciarati x reader #awkard #apples #who are you #part one #vento aureo

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