#ultimate bodyguard (doppio)

[wispisstillverybored67]

All Star Apologies

"A body has been discovered!! Now then, after a certain amount of time has passed, the class trial will begin!"

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This search has been nothing but a waste of time.

So a bit of base for this. Out of all of us, 1 of us has apparently died. I refuse to say whom at the moment. And this asshole bear thing had recently announced a motive; there will be an obscene number of lire waiting towards any one of us that manages to kill, and escapes freely. Naturally, this created something of a schism between us among us in La Squandra di Esecuzione, the professional hitman team to the boss, the ones with the shitty payment from said boss, and La Unita Speciale per Boss, said boss’s personal guard. Nero has chosen to keep quiet about this fight, while Doppio explicitly said that he won’t take sides on this, with what the woman he loves on the other side as well. So us hitmen (and the little one) decided to go look for the body as someone disappeared. Because wherever he, whoever he is, did the crime shouldn't be that far, right? Who's he? Oh, no one in particular. But I am the only woman in this group, so everyone else is a man. Hehehe...

After about half a day of searching, we all just gave up. And by "we", I mean me, Melone, Illuso, Doppio, and perhaps Nero himself. Well, Nero says that he won't stop the search, and chided us for giving up, but a: his tone is just dripping with weariness, and b: he "excused himself" in the bathroom, and won't get out (I heard faint crying noises too so he's not helping his case). So our group is heading back to our rooms. Actually, I think the others should be heading soon enough, it's almost time to check in. 'Cuz if they don't in about an hour or so, they'll end up like a pincushion just like Carne. What was it called again...? Oh, I don't wanna know! At least being temporarily Stand-less has it's perks. I do NOT wanna clean up the Notorious goo mess.

"VoUlEz-VoUs CoUcHeR aVeC mOi," That's a French phrase. We got told that because we gave up quickly. Only France gives up easily. Do you think the boys know what that means? Hell no. Illuso is the LAST to know. "The hell's that supposed to mean...?!"

"Will you sleep with me," I remarked, annoyed.

"The fuck?! No!" He exclaimed, horridly.

"No, not like that. The phrase means 'will you sleep with me'," Why would I want to do you? Don't get any ideas. "Melone, don't even try,"

"Alright alright..."

Pass through the hallway, then take the door on the left. I guess the search would go on the next day. Now I told you this before, that two of us are missing from each group; the lovebird duo on our side, and the medic and his human pet on the other side. One of them may be dead, while the other is perhaps looking. I wonder where the place is being powered from.

And then.

It happened.

*fwush!* The power blew out. Uh, does my GBA need charging? Guess not.

"...Dammit," Whenever the power in the building goes out, Melone is almost always is the first to go. Do you seriously use that computer while you're walking? You do, don't you ya freak. "Okay, okay, now where's the fuse box?" Planning to turn it on again, I suppose? I guess I could tag along. The other two would follow with.

"On the other end of the hall with Izza's room," Wonder how'd Illuso find that out, poking around in the incinerator I guess? "Hey Paulla, do you have a flashlight?" someone asked sheepishly. It was Doppio. Of course it was.

Without saying anything, I turned on the little backlight in my GBA. That should suffice. Or maybe not, who knows. But with this, we took a detour to the boiler room. Who even flipped off the switch, anyhow? It can't be because someone's planning a murder... yet.

Let's see. Monopad ping the door, then file inside. Find where the box is... unless you get hit with something squirming at the legs.

This caused a bit of a ruckus among us 4, because we couldn't see what was there, and it was too dark to stray even WITH the GBA light. The fuse-box SHOULD be somewhere... right?

"Aceto, let go of me," I complained to the little guy, who currently had his arms and legs wrapped around my top half. He doesn't budge. Man, for a so-called "Ultimate Bodyguard", he sure is un-threatening now, isn't he? Look around, see what's there.

"...There it is!" Illuso was triumphant after all. It was wedged on-top of the incinerator chute itself. I would've thought it was on the other side of that and the boiler, but I guess not. And with a flick of Melone's wrist and switch, the lights turned back on. Chattering all the way in the dining room came all the way to here. Ah well, the stampede should awaken in... 30 minutes or less. So without further ado, let's turn off the GBA and go back to our rooms like intended. Until...

We saw it.

In broad daylight (not literally).

Gelato was bound up extremely tightly and gagged on the floor, but he's still alive. Blood stains all over the floor and walls, and whatever happened to him had his face absolutely stained with tears (still crying, I may add!). A piece of paper that read "PUNISHMENT" was taped to his forehead. Handwriting is unlike anything I've seen in the last 2 days. What the hell happened in here? Was he the one that kept bumping into our legs? Why didn't he try to make any noise indication that he WAS here? Ugh... it's getting really hot in here.

"The fuck?" "What the-?!" Half of us were more reactive than others.

"Why are you just sitting there, watching this?! GO HELP ME OUT HERE!!" Melone scolds me in a moment of wild uncharacteristic fear.

"I'd love to if he'd stop SQUIRMING!" I complained in the back. Melone can handle it on his own. ...Aren't I forgetting something?

"Hold on hold on," I think Illuso noticed it too. "If Gelato's over here, then what happened to Sorbet?" Motherfucker, you're right. Ugh. Those two NEVER leave each other's presence for too long, if I didn't know any better, I'd think they were just having sex in their room.

"We'll look for the other one later. Now come on! Help me get this off of him!" Yeah, that gag is done on WAY too tight. One wrong move earlier, and he'd already be dead through suffocation. "Aceto, go get Nero-chan," Stained blood has better iron generations in it, right? Oh wait, he doesn't have Metallica on hand. But I think that wouldn't matter, he's always got something sharp on hand. "You got it, Paulla!" At least he's eager. "Let me see what's up here..."

Whatever happened to him, he's rendered to a shell of fear and nerves, a far cry to his usual self. You know, I'd expect this to be slightly more from the other one, not him. I took off the taped note, revealing a moderate gnash on his forehead, most likely from hitting one of us, or the wall. I wonder who should go look for Sorbet, with us handling the other one. Does he even know that he's here? I don't think so. Why is he not looking for him? Can he look for him? Is he still alive, even?

"Okay, howzabout we go look for the other one, y'all? Does that sound good?" I don't know how to comfort people. Much less people in this position. Still, as I picked him up, at least his cries were softened a bit. Listen, just WHAT do you want me to do?

"Uh... you guys?" Hearing Doppio's sheepish voice again can't be good. From afar is even worse.

"Aceto..." We all (surprisingly) began. The other two had corrected themselves, since only I call him that. "Uh, Vinegar..."

"What happened to Nero?" Not even I could've torn off his gag.

"No, not that, just..." He looked back to where the others were, as if he was remembering that something came up. "Come over here really quickly! You guys have to see this!" He shouted, then ran back to the others.

We all gave each other a glance, feeling dread settle upon us. Maybe they found the other three... I sighed, then we all went over to where he told us to go. The gym gates open to reveal...

Sorbet's spliced up corpse.

The Ultimate Opera Singer has been killed.

Sectioned into 39 pieces, and dipped in formaldehyde for preservation, his face is permanently twisted into a gape of pure agony and despair. I would've showed this to little Gelato, but he's already unconscious, as I had checked. Or is he? Eh.

*ding ding dong dang* What the?! The loudspeaker came on... Don't tell me it's-

"A body has been discovered!! Now then, after a certain amount of time has passed, the class trial will begin!" *Fwush* An announcement came on from the big screen in the gym room. It was that jackass bear. How come he didn't announce it before, when the group had most likely found it? Probably just to rub it in our faces...

We all faced the artistic corpse again, all in various faces of either horror, disgust, or fear. Even those among La Unita aren't hiding their shock. Well, most of us, at any rate. I, who can't feel anything at this time, and the now found duo for the special unit, Dolcio and Secco. I'd expect that those two aren't very worried either. As a surgeon, you'd have to expect the worst in damages. And I'm assuming that human pets simply don't GAF. Of course, one COULD use it for... discerning evidence.

Illuso is the first to leave, quickly dashing towards the nearest trash can to gag in. Doppio and Pesci refuse to look at this, clearly too terrified at this to continue looking. It's strange. I can sense everyone's despair, but none of us have our Stands, and that was a plus from Smooth Criminal, so what gives? None of us say anything the whole time, I just fake being horrified to suit the others. Hardened assassins, running about like children stumbling upon 2 month old leftovers in or out of the fridge. Look at us... who'd have ever thought? At least Nero is out of the bathroom now, so we can get Gelato un-bound-and-gagged with. Oh! I see a lighter on the stage! That makes this even better! And since he's unconscious... that makes it easier for us to do so without interruptions. Just gotta make sure the smoke doesn't hit him. Once he's freed, we can squeeze an answer out of him.

We had to go to sleep soon enough, so Nero and the others grabbed up the pieces of Sorbet, and moved it to the stage. Investigate later, that sounds better. When the guys went to leave once they were finished, I went to grab the lighter over there. Make sure to tilt his head back so he doesn't inhale the smoke. Doppio is the only one to linger. I motion for him to go help me out here, so he held up the body carefully on top of the stage so I wouldn't have to bend down.

*click!* Steady now... Don't move much. Watch the flame. I'm so glad Gelato doesn't have messy hair! Halfway done. Hmm...

"Aceto,"

"Yeah, Paulla?"

"Do you know what's going on here? Does the boss, like... know that we're stuck here?" On the hitmen's end, we were just chatting in the hideout, but when I went to go get a drink, the others fell unconscious. I soon joined their fate once I got back to the other guys. We all woke up in here alongside the unit.

"I've tried calling him, no go. I wonder what happened to him?" Worried about him? Well, I guess that is rather like you...

"What I want is for this to wrap up quickly. Destroy the bear thing, or wait until someone tries to get us," ! He's waking up! Almost done, you hear? The weight radiating from him in the boiler room is coming back!

"GUYS! HE'S AWAKE!! GELATO'S ALIVE!" I tried to call out for the guys. "NERO?! TIANZO?! HELLOOOOOO!!" Tianzo? Tiziano? Whatever. He's the only one not named Aceto that I talk to in the unit. Doppio himself went to go fetch the guys for the discovery. I had to go carry him again carefully so the others could see. But what happened next is a different story.

What did he see then? You'll figure it out. What we saw then, however, were fireworks.

A screech hits the room, loud, discordant, despairing. A violent and horrified yell, at the sight of something that caught his eye in the stage. The stage where we kept his husband, or rather, the corpse of his husband.

"AREEEEEEEEAIIIIIIIIHHHHHH!!!"

Oh, this is gonna be a long, long day. And now my head hurts...

[3xm-draconic]

JOJO'S BIZARRE LITTLE ADVENTURES. Chapter 19: Better, Faster, Stronger.

I apologize for the long ass wait, life kicked me in the dick and my writing suffered. BUT i hope yall will enjoy the return of Mirtillo and the villain apartment!

ps: things in this fanfiction have been inspired by real life, like the many jobs i've had.

pleas enjoy!

Chapter 19: Better, Faster, Stronger.

A few weeks later…

Mitillo’s recovery had been a rough one, getting her to walk again required physical therapy which was hard to do when she was so small. Karz being an ultimate being shrunk himself down to the size of a barbie doll in order to help Mirtillo with relearning how to walk and Doppio had made a way for her to use hydrotherapy by putting some tea towels at the bottom of a casserole dish to give her feet some traction and then filling it up halfway with warm water.

Of course physical therapy wasn't the only thing that would help her, adequate nutrition was at play too and everyone chipped in on making meals that would help her in physical therapy and to avoid muscle atrophy. Things like protein, omega-3 fatty acids, vitamins A, C and E as well as plenty of fluids and electrolytes. The hard part wasn’t in making the meals but in making them small enough for her to eat, one whole small shrimp was the size of a 20 lbs lobster compared to her.

But beside all the resizing recipes and holding onto her tiny shaking hands there was another stressful thing the villain house worried about…her immune system. Being so little and fragile Mirtillo’s insides were as delicate as her outsides, meaning they had to not only be physically gentle with her but also cautious about bringing in any harmful bacteria or viruses.

 It did not help that the flu season had started…

“She did great this morning, she ate 6 milligrams of egg and porridge and nearly 3 milligrams of orange juice, that’s 1 whole milligram more than yesterday” Diavolo said with a smile, he had been painstakingly measuring and planning meals for her for days.

 DIO gave him a sly smile “well color me surprised”, Diavolo glared at him as he put away the leftovers “what the hell are you on about?”, DIO grinned cheekily “a few weeks ago you wanted to throw her out a window like an empty soda can, now you are nursing her back to good health and acting like a doting father” he snickered playfully. 

Diavolo rolled his eyes “look jackass pip squeak saved my ass, the little twerp risked her own skin for mine. Not even my elite unit of bodyguards would do that for me, especially if it was saving me from Chiccolata, without expecting a fat paycheck in return. I will admit that Squeakers has a lot more resolve and pluck than I gave her credit for”.

DIO snorted “Squeakers?”, Diavolo shrugged “everybody gave her a nickname, I didn't but now I want to, so mine is Squeakers”, DIO erupted into a fit of bellowing laughter, “oh shut the fuck up!” Diavolo hissed.

Meanwhile Mirtillo was peacefully soaking away her aches and pains with a warm shallow swim in one of doppio’s bigger teacups, Karz was keeping an eye on her incase she needed help getting out. 

“How are you feeling, little mouse?” Karz said as he brought in some fresh clothes for her to change into when she was ready to get out of her bathing suit, “...my back and legs still hurt and I’am barely able to move my right arm” she replied angrily. “Would you feel a little better if I told you a joke?” Karz said to her smirking, Mirtillo gave him a tired smile “shure”. 

“A mother and her young son are eating oatmeal at the table one morning, the woman’s son has not said a word to her in years, the young boy suddenly turns to his mother and says the oatmeal tastes horrible, the woman is stunned and said “all these years and you haven't said a word?”, the boy looks to his mother “well until now the oatmeal has been pretty good” he replies”.

Mirtillo giggled and that made Karz smile “little mouse I have noticed you have become more and more frustrated and angry of late, is there something you would like to talk about?”, Mirtillo splashed her tail into the water grumpily “..I…I’am mad at myself” she hissed, “why little mouse?”, She looked at Karz dead in his deep magenta eyes “I’am mad at myself because I almost failed to save Mr Diavolo and nearly got digested…I hate how…how…how weak I am, I don’t want to be weak and helpless anymore, I HATE IT!” she screamed and frustratedly splashed the water with her little fists. 

Karz sighed “you are still very young little mouse, you have a lot of growing to do”, “BUT I HATE THIS!” she screamed back “I want to be like you, I want to be strong like you and Mr Esidisi, Wammu and Santanna, I wanna know how to fight back and not be pushed around my whole life!” Mirtillo squeaked angrily.

Karz took a deep breath “I know little mouse, I know you admire and desire to have raw strength such as mine but you half to get better first, once you have healed and learned to walk again I promise you I will train you to be strong like a pillarman little mouse” he sighed as he held out his hand for her to climb onto and help her out of the teacup, “thank you Mr Karz” she chirped.

Pucci, Kira and Doppio returned to the apartment absolutely burnt-out and exhausted, they barely greeted the others before quickly shambling into their rooms to relax.

Kira kicked his shoes off and just flopped onto his mattress, his back and feet hurt like hell from standing and walking all day. 

Working at the Kame Yu department stores wasn't all a cozy desk job in the back of the store, NO, sometimes Kira would half to go out to the front and stock shelves, clean the store, help customers and worst of it all… run the cash register. If anyone says retail jobs are easy they have either never worked retail or are just straight lying.

Today he had encountered a universally hated and legendary creature at the store, he remembers people (mostly from reddit) call them…Karens.                                 Kira had just finished stocking several heavy boxes of crockpots when this middle-aged cow in spandex pants a size way too small came up to him and yelled in his face to tell her where all the ps5’s are. 

Sadly they had just run out, stupid Jousuke Hagaskita had taken the last one. The land whale then proceed to yell-spit into Kira’s face about how stupid he was for not saving one for her because she was a long time customer, she grabbed his slender wrist with her repulsive hands (which almost made him vomit) and dragged him around the store like a neanderthal, Kira had summoned the patience of a FUCKING MOUTAIN inorder to not just bitez-ze-dusto her ass into oblivion. 

Thankfully his manager, Eral, had descended like a guardian angel to his aid and helped deal with the enraged hippo in tacky make up and bird's nest hairdo.

“Hey Kira, dinner’s almost ready……well you look like shit, what happened to you today?” Diego said as he noticed the dark took in Kira’s eyes, “Diego…NEVER. WORK. RETAIL. EVER!” he snarled, Killer Queen began to hiss and growl irritably behind him, clawing up the headboard of his bed. Diego just looked at him and shrugged “ok…dinner is karaage and mega-cheesy nachos do you want any?”, Kira layed back down and breathed heavily out his nose “...yes…I’ll be out later”.

Everyone ate dinner while watching the new Addams Family show Wednesday by Tim Burton on netflix, Mirtillo ate ravenously managing to consume an entire black olive slice, “I hear work sucked today Kira” Valentine said as he handed a loaded plate of chips smothered in cheese and olives with a side of fresh hot karaage chicken, he also handed him an ice-cold can of beer. 

“Word travels fast” Kira groaned as he sank into the couch between Doppio and Diavolo, “my day sucked too, I was stuck working on a 200 complexly decorated cupcake order all by myself today because the newbie got a concussion after accidentally smacking themselves in the face with the big oven door” Doppio bemoaned. 

“I didn’t have a great day either” Pucci huffed “I had to kick a person out of the library for inappropriately using the computers”, “...did…did you catch someone looking up porn on the public library computers?” Diavolo chuckled, Pucci nodded sadly, “that is just nasty” Valentine shuttered. 

Mirtillo looked at them with curiosity “um…what’s porn?”, immediately all of them shouted over DIO before he could even utter a single word “WE WILL TELL YOU WHEN YOU ARE OLDER!”

After dinner Valentine, Diego and Diavolo stayed up to wash dishes while DIO and Karz cleaned up the living room. “I hate to mention this but we are 3 days late on rent” Valentine sighed, “great, we have almost zero cash saved and poor Kira, Doppio and Pucci are working themselves to death” Diavolo groaned.

Diavolo turned to the others and said something they never thought they’d hear “I’am getting a job”, shocked silence filled the kitchen to only be broken by DIO and Karz laughing, “I’am sirius, I got a job application for a sephora in Moriho’s new mall today”, the silence resumed.

“Well I’ll be damned” Valentine laughed “we’ll if you are getting a job then I’am getting a job, figured I’d make some rent money too”, “I actually got a job today, I’am working for a food delivery service, nothing is faster or cooler than a raptor delivering pizza” Diego chuckled. Karz sighed “well…I suppose I’ll also find a way to help make rent, I could always do live modeling for the art college, they pay santana 60$ an hour for that”, DIO’s eyes widened “60$ AN HOUR!?, hell where is this place? I, DIO would make a perfect model!”

When chores were finished the rest of the villains headed off to bed, Valentine checked on Mirtillo in her jewelry box bed and found her to be still awake, “what’s wrong my little dust bunny?”, “I can’t sleep…everything hurts” Mirtillo whimpered, Valentine when back into the kitchen and made a cup of chamomile tea, he poured some into a bottle cap and gave it to her, as she drank Valentine fished around in his dresser drawer for a hand warmer packet, “ah!, here you go dust bunny, this should help”.

Mirtillo placed the packet behind her to ease her back ache, “thank you Mr Valentine, good night” she squeaked, “good night, sleep well little dust bunny”. Mirtillo snuggled into her blanket and held her little plush…blue and pink rabbit-thing, “...I will be stronger, I..I will not let this world push me around. I may not have been able to save mama and papa but I WILL protect my new…family” she whispered to her stuffy-toy “this is a promise I will keep or so help me god…”

[spiicegrl]

all information about boss trish (verse: SPICE TRADE) you could ever want compiled in handy dandy note format mainly because i fail at writing big wordy things. take this as a reference point if you want a starter in this verse or just to generally enjoy what the fuck is ever going on in it when i say “boss trish”

tw for drug mention and general.. passione nastiness like.. assassinations

at 7 years old, trish una was discovered to be the blood related daughter of diavolo. privy to this information, diavolo contemplated having her killed, but decided on the idea of a legacy instead, and sent for pericolo to pick her up to one of his safe houses. 

donatella, her mother, unbeknown to trish was murdered by diavolo. trish was told and to this day believes it is an accident, though has suspicions later on in life that her father orchestrated her death.

trish was kept essentially on lockdown within the safehouse until she was deemed “old enough” to become the heir that diavolo wanted. she was guarded by squalo and tiziano during this time. 

at age 11, she finally met her father, diavolo, to begin her training as passione’s next don.

at age 13, trish was introduced with doppio accompanying her to passione’s narcotics team, exposing her to the truth behind the gang’s main money maker. witnessing manic depression’s maximum effect within the narcotic warehouse heavily impacted trish.

at age 14, diavolo grants trish the ability to wield epitaph. king crimson becomes an unwanted protector within trish that is uncontrollable to her. spice girl becomes less independent as a result later on.

at age 15, trish begins to set her own ambitions into motion by utilising the knowledge learned from her lessons with diavolo to begin overthrowing him. this part of the verse constitutes as it’s second act: la squadra.

trish begins contacting risotto following diavolo’s disinterest and maltreatment of the squad. her ultimate goal being to earn la squadra’s unfailing loyalty by promising and delivering the money and territory that they deserve. this comes with a catch: trish’s own paranoia.

thus she promises to offer risotto and his team a fair chance by proving herself to be better than diavolo ever was to them. she offers compensation if she herself finds them suitable for it; a fair compromise to make as she promises she would not be going off the judgement of her father, but instead as a fair and just future donna.

she begins conducting a series of interviews and reviewing the team’s progress. it’s an intense process likely something diavolo is aware of, but pays off in the end when trish follows through with her deal and gives risotto & la squadra the money they deserve... 

.. but the territory comes with a catch. unable to give that to them without diavolo’s interference, she begins the second part of her plan, which is to use her newly gained loyalty from la squadra against diavolo. she plans to assassinate him. this is kept mostly between herself and risotto. she promises that the territory she offered is the position of underboss for risotto; and his squadra promoted to la unità speciale.

the events of VA are stopped prematurely when trish, using abbacchio, discovers that giorno was the culprit behind polpo’s death. she sends cioccolata and secco after giorno, and either he is captured, killed, or coerced into assisting in gang activity thanks to gold experience.

thanks to abbacchio’s stand, trish forces him and bruno buccellati to become her main bodyguards from that point on. she disbands guardie del corpo, with mista and narancia being assigned to la squadra. fugo is sent to work within unita speciale, under cioccolata’s tutelage because of his stand, purple haze.

somewhere between the ages of 16 and 17, trish and risotto put their plan into motion. either there are heavy casualties, or no loss is suffered, but diavolo is ultimately killed, allowing trish to ascend the throne.

at age 18, trish is the donna of passione.

note: these events are not meant to force any one of these characters into the role if you want to RP in this verse; just discuss what you have in mind beforehand!