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Scars From Tomorrow
Title: Scars From Tomorrow
Fandom: JoJo's Bizarre Adventure: Vento Aureo
Character(s): Risotto, Ghiaccio, Melone, Pesci, Prosciutto, Illuso, Formaggio
Pairing(s): None
Genre: Angst
Word Count: 700
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Character death
Summary: The victory celebrations grow progressively less celebratory the later they occur.
Notes: This is the 444th fic I have on AO3! Mista is very lucky I didn't traumatize him for it.
Formaggio comes back to them with a map in his hand and several bruises. “Found where they’re keeping the boss’s daughter!” he announces, looking immediately for the first aid kit.
Pesci finds it for him first and goes to treat his bruises, while Risotto claps him gently on the back. “Excellent work,” Risotto says.
“We’d better move, ow, quickly though,” says Formaggio, wincing at the sting of ointment. “They’ll know something’s up when their teammate doesn’t come back.”
“Tonight then.” Prosciutto speaks firmly. “There’s no reason to wait any longer. Tonight we’ll take our hostage and dispose of the rest.”
“So you don’t know what this key goes to?” Pesci asks, peering over it again.
“No, I don’t. It didn’t seem like they knew anything either.” Illuso holds the key up to the light. “The text talks about a turtle in Naples’s train station, but how do you use a key on a turtle?”
“We’ll have to find out for ourselves.” Risotto rises from his seat. “If it’s important enough for the boss to send to them, it’s clearly something useful. Which of you wants to go to Naples?”
All of them answer affirmatively.
“I see I’ll have to pick.”
Pesci is dragging Trish along by Beach Boy while Prosciutto swings open the door. “We’ve succeeded in our mission,” Prosciutto says.
“Good job.” Ghiaccio closes the door behind them. “Buccellati’s team?”
Pesci answers, “They’re dead. Big brother did a number on them.”
“I couldn’t have done it without you,” Prosciutto reminds him. Pesci beams with pride.
“Do you think they would have been happy?” Melone asks. He doesn’t need to clarify who, when almost half their original number is gone.
The room is silent for a moment save for the sound of Trish’s struggles.
Finally, Risotto sighs. “We can’t know.”
Pesci kicks open the door, dragging Trish along by Beach Boy. “I-I’ve got her.”
“Good job.” When no one else follows them, Ghiaccio asks, “So where’s Prosciutto?”
“Big brother… big brother is…”
All of Pesci’s spirit leaves him in that moment, and he crumples to the floor, Beach Boy dissolving into nothing. Trish bolts for it, but slips on sudden ice and can’t get to the door before Ghiaccio grabs her.
Risotto kneels and gently pulls Pesci into his arms, Melone joining them soon after. Pesci sobs.
“He would be proud of you,” Melone whispers. “So very proud of you.”
Baby Face unceremoniously dumps Trish onto the assassins’ floor. Melone, Ghiaccio, and Risotto look at each other, no one saying anything.
Baby Face is the first to grow uncomfortable with the silence. “Melone, didn’t I do well?”
“Yes, you did well.” Melone pats his Stand’s creation on the head. “You did very well.”
“But everyone is sad. Why is everyone sad if I did well?” asks Baby Face.
“We’re sad because we wish we did well before most of us were killed. ...Well, it’s time for you to go.”
Melone presses a button on his Stand, and Baby Face disappears.
Ghiaccio and Risotto read over the secret disc’s instructions a second time, before Ghiaccio leans back in his seat. “‘No idea how many assassins are still after you’, huh? I didn’t expect this ending either.”
“It’s not over,” Risotto says. “We still have to actually determine the boss’s identity before we celebrate.”
“I don’t know about you, but I’m not going to be celebrating even when we do rat him out.” Ghiaccio rubs his face. “Don’t you ever wish we left the boss alone?”
“Believe me. There’s not a second where I don’t wish that. But we’re too far gone.”
Risotto didn’t even know what he was doing when he killed the boss. He only found out afterwards that the boy he’d been suspicious of had been the boss himself.
He killed the boss. He didn’t say all the things he meant to say, about avenging the deaths of his precious teammates. He simply killed him like any other enemy.
Now what is there to do? To a man, everyone he cared for is now gone. He cannot run Passione by himself. He doesn’t know a thing that he didn’t know before.
What was the point of all of this?
Fandom: JoJo's Bizarre Adventure: Vento Aureo
Character(s): Risotto, Ghiaccio, Melone, Pesci, Prosciutto, Illuso, Formaggio
Pairing(s): None
Genre: Angst
Word Count: 700
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Character death
Summary: The victory celebrations grow progressively less celebratory the later they occur.
Notes: This is the 444th fic I have on AO3! Mista is very lucky I didn't traumatize him for it.
Formaggio comes back to them with a map in his hand and several bruises. “Found where they’re keeping the boss’s daughter!” he announces, looking immediately for the first aid kit.
Pesci finds it for him first and goes to treat his bruises, while Risotto claps him gently on the back. “Excellent work,” Risotto says.
“We’d better move, ow, quickly though,” says Formaggio, wincing at the sting of ointment. “They’ll know something’s up when their teammate doesn’t come back.”
“Tonight then.” Prosciutto speaks firmly. “There’s no reason to wait any longer. Tonight we’ll take our hostage and dispose of the rest.”
“So you don’t know what this key goes to?” Pesci asks, peering over it again.
“No, I don’t. It didn’t seem like they knew anything either.” Illuso holds the key up to the light. “The text talks about a turtle in Naples’s train station, but how do you use a key on a turtle?”
“We’ll have to find out for ourselves.” Risotto rises from his seat. “If it’s important enough for the boss to send to them, it’s clearly something useful. Which of you wants to go to Naples?”
All of them answer affirmatively.
“I see I’ll have to pick.”
Pesci is dragging Trish along by Beach Boy while Prosciutto swings open the door. “We’ve succeeded in our mission,” Prosciutto says.
“Good job.” Ghiaccio closes the door behind them. “Buccellati’s team?”
Pesci answers, “They’re dead. Big brother did a number on them.”
“I couldn’t have done it without you,” Prosciutto reminds him. Pesci beams with pride.
“Do you think they would have been happy?” Melone asks. He doesn’t need to clarify who, when almost half their original number is gone.
The room is silent for a moment save for the sound of Trish’s struggles.
Finally, Risotto sighs. “We can’t know.”
Pesci kicks open the door, dragging Trish along by Beach Boy. “I-I’ve got her.”
“Good job.” When no one else follows them, Ghiaccio asks, “So where’s Prosciutto?”
“Big brother… big brother is…”
All of Pesci’s spirit leaves him in that moment, and he crumples to the floor, Beach Boy dissolving into nothing. Trish bolts for it, but slips on sudden ice and can’t get to the door before Ghiaccio grabs her.
Risotto kneels and gently pulls Pesci into his arms, Melone joining them soon after. Pesci sobs.
“He would be proud of you,” Melone whispers. “So very proud of you.”
Baby Face unceremoniously dumps Trish onto the assassins’ floor. Melone, Ghiaccio, and Risotto look at each other, no one saying anything.
Baby Face is the first to grow uncomfortable with the silence. “Melone, didn’t I do well?”
“Yes, you did well.” Melone pats his Stand’s creation on the head. “You did very well.”
“But everyone is sad. Why is everyone sad if I did well?” asks Baby Face.
“We’re sad because we wish we did well before most of us were killed. ...Well, it’s time for you to go.”
Melone presses a button on his Stand, and Baby Face disappears.
Ghiaccio and Risotto read over the secret disc’s instructions a second time, before Ghiaccio leans back in his seat. “‘No idea how many assassins are still after you’, huh? I didn’t expect this ending either.”
“It’s not over,” Risotto says. “We still have to actually determine the boss’s identity before we celebrate.”
“I don’t know about you, but I’m not going to be celebrating even when we do rat him out.” Ghiaccio rubs his face. “Don’t you ever wish we left the boss alone?”
“Believe me. There’s not a second where I don’t wish that. But we’re too far gone.”
Risotto didn’t even know what he was doing when he killed the boss. He only found out afterwards that the boy he’d been suspicious of had been the boss himself.
He killed the boss. He didn’t say all the things he meant to say, about avenging the deaths of his precious teammates. He simply killed him like any other enemy.
Now what is there to do? To a man, everyone he cared for is now gone. He cannot run Passione by himself. He doesn’t know a thing that he didn’t know before.
What was the point of all of this?