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what dirt shall we visit today?
Title: what dirt shall we visit today?
Fandom: Bungou Stray Dogs, JoJo's Bizarre Adventure: Vento Aureo
Character(s): Chuuya, Mori, Sheila E
Pairing(s): None
Genre: Angst?
Word Count: 965
Rating: PG
Warnings: Minor character death
Summary: Mori calls off operations for a few days; Chuuya attends a funeral and has some thoughts pried out of him.
Notes: Probably not the last crossover.
“We’re suspending operations for a few days,” Mori announces.
Chuuya nods. This isn’t unusual: sometimes police will get particularly bothersome in one area of what they do, and they’ll have to lay low for a bit just to make things easier on themselves. “What squad? Weapons dealing again, or-”
“All of them,” Mori says. “This weekend, we don’t exist. Consider it a paid vacation.”
Now that’s unheard of. Chuuya stares at him for a second. “Okay, I know the government didn’t scare you enough for this, and it’d better not be the detective agency-”
“It’s not,” says Mori, shutting his eyes. He doesn’t correct Chuuya on being ‘scared’. “We have a contact in Italy who’s informed us that the boss of Passione is coming here for the weekend. Along with some high-ranking members, of course, but the boss would be enough for a tactical retreat. Supposedly he’s only here for a funeral, but the risk isn’t worth it.”
“You can’t be serious,” Chuuya says. He’s heard of Passione, the only mafia in Italy worth noting, and he’s heard about some serious reforms going on within it, but he hasn’t heard much about the Ability the boss has.
“Giorno Giovanna is very particular about how gangs should use their power,” Mori replies. “If he decides we’re abusing ours, no one in the Port Mafia has a chance of taking him down. Not me, not you, not all of us if we worked together. We could take out his subordinates, but eventually it would be our loss.”
Mori does make jokes, but not about things this serious. Chuuya swallows. “...I already don’t like this guy. Abusing our power, tch. Who does he think he is?”
“It’s only for the weekend, Chuuya.” Mori’s tone is lighter now. “Relax. Do something nice for yourself.”
“...Yes, sir.”
It’s not hard to find what funerals are going on over the weekend, and while there’s no ‘Giovanna’ in the listings there is a man listed in his obituary as having a daughter, originally Shirobana, current last name Giovanna. Must have changed the name to sound more Italian.
He’s not going to engage. Just observe. It’s not a crime to go to a funeral.
Giorno is easy to pick out: the man constantly at his side is concealing a gun, but he is not, and he has a certain strength of presence that confident people in positions of power usually do. He looks young, probably no older than sixteen or seventeen. Chuuya almost scoffs at Mori being intimidated by a teenager, but remembers the amount of damage Kyouka did and decides against it.
The dead man’s daughter, probably Giorno’s mother, is unsurprisingly there, but Giorno doesn’t speak to her much the entire time. He sits in a middle row, listens silently to what others are saying, and has no special words to give for the deceased.
Chuuya’s seen plenty of funerals, some of which are his fault, and he recognizes the look of someone who is there for obligation and not from actually knowing the dead guy. It’s a shame to drag himself all the way from Italy for that. It’s especially a shame to shut down an entire mafia organization for a weekend by doing so.
After the service is over, he’s just on his way back home when one of the Passione members, a young woman in a suit, calls out to him. “Hey, you. Fancy hat.”
Chuuya turns slowly, trying not to take offense at the possible slight to his hat. “Yeah?”
“You’re Port Mafia.” She doesn’t make it sound like a question, so he doesn’t answer her. “Are you here on official business or just by yourself?”
Nobody else is around, so… “By myself. Nothing to do with the higher-ups at all.” Mori’s going to have his head if he finds out about this.
The woman frowns and takes a step closer. “Prove it.”
He looks at her askance, already getting into a defensive position. “How am I supposed to-”
Chuuya is prepared for her to use some kind of Ability. What he’s not prepared for is some kind of tailed creature to materialize in front of her and dash toward him, and he can’t do anything but get his arms up in front of its blow.
Mistake. A pair of lips materializes on his arms where the creature touched him, and while he throws the creature backwards with his own Ability, the lips start to speak in his own voice.
“How dare Dazai leave the mafia, how dare he leave me-”
Chuuya bristles, but the lips keep talking.
“Without him, I can’t use Corruption, and I’m still depending on him even after he betrayed me-”
“Shut up.”
”I can’t care about anyone because the last person I got close to screwed me over and I’m not over it and I won’t be over it ‘til he’s dead-”
“Shut up!”
”I’m not Akutagawa, if I start acting like a loose cannon like this I’ll be killed-”
“I’m satisfied,” the woman says. Both the creature and the lips disappear, and she backs off. “You really shouldn’t act without your boss’ permission, you know.”
Chuuya wants nothing more than to drive her head into the ground right now, but his ability has no hold on her without having actually touched her first, and chasing her back towards where civilians are starting to emerge from the building would be a mistake. He growls instead.
“Don’t think I’ve forgotten this.”
She grins, and soon she’s disappeared into the crowd.
Once the weekend is over, things are back to normal, and if Chuuya is a little more sullen than usual, he can always blame it on the lack of things to do.
Fandom: Bungou Stray Dogs, JoJo's Bizarre Adventure: Vento Aureo
Character(s): Chuuya, Mori, Sheila E
Pairing(s): None
Genre: Angst?
Word Count: 965
Rating: PG
Warnings: Minor character death
Summary: Mori calls off operations for a few days; Chuuya attends a funeral and has some thoughts pried out of him.
Notes: Probably not the last crossover.
“We’re suspending operations for a few days,” Mori announces.
Chuuya nods. This isn’t unusual: sometimes police will get particularly bothersome in one area of what they do, and they’ll have to lay low for a bit just to make things easier on themselves. “What squad? Weapons dealing again, or-”
“All of them,” Mori says. “This weekend, we don’t exist. Consider it a paid vacation.”
Now that’s unheard of. Chuuya stares at him for a second. “Okay, I know the government didn’t scare you enough for this, and it’d better not be the detective agency-”
“It’s not,” says Mori, shutting his eyes. He doesn’t correct Chuuya on being ‘scared’. “We have a contact in Italy who’s informed us that the boss of Passione is coming here for the weekend. Along with some high-ranking members, of course, but the boss would be enough for a tactical retreat. Supposedly he’s only here for a funeral, but the risk isn’t worth it.”
“You can’t be serious,” Chuuya says. He’s heard of Passione, the only mafia in Italy worth noting, and he’s heard about some serious reforms going on within it, but he hasn’t heard much about the Ability the boss has.
“Giorno Giovanna is very particular about how gangs should use their power,” Mori replies. “If he decides we’re abusing ours, no one in the Port Mafia has a chance of taking him down. Not me, not you, not all of us if we worked together. We could take out his subordinates, but eventually it would be our loss.”
Mori does make jokes, but not about things this serious. Chuuya swallows. “...I already don’t like this guy. Abusing our power, tch. Who does he think he is?”
“It’s only for the weekend, Chuuya.” Mori’s tone is lighter now. “Relax. Do something nice for yourself.”
“...Yes, sir.”
It’s not hard to find what funerals are going on over the weekend, and while there’s no ‘Giovanna’ in the listings there is a man listed in his obituary as having a daughter, originally Shirobana, current last name Giovanna. Must have changed the name to sound more Italian.
He’s not going to engage. Just observe. It’s not a crime to go to a funeral.
Giorno is easy to pick out: the man constantly at his side is concealing a gun, but he is not, and he has a certain strength of presence that confident people in positions of power usually do. He looks young, probably no older than sixteen or seventeen. Chuuya almost scoffs at Mori being intimidated by a teenager, but remembers the amount of damage Kyouka did and decides against it.
The dead man’s daughter, probably Giorno’s mother, is unsurprisingly there, but Giorno doesn’t speak to her much the entire time. He sits in a middle row, listens silently to what others are saying, and has no special words to give for the deceased.
Chuuya’s seen plenty of funerals, some of which are his fault, and he recognizes the look of someone who is there for obligation and not from actually knowing the dead guy. It’s a shame to drag himself all the way from Italy for that. It’s especially a shame to shut down an entire mafia organization for a weekend by doing so.
After the service is over, he’s just on his way back home when one of the Passione members, a young woman in a suit, calls out to him. “Hey, you. Fancy hat.”
Chuuya turns slowly, trying not to take offense at the possible slight to his hat. “Yeah?”
“You’re Port Mafia.” She doesn’t make it sound like a question, so he doesn’t answer her. “Are you here on official business or just by yourself?”
Nobody else is around, so… “By myself. Nothing to do with the higher-ups at all.” Mori’s going to have his head if he finds out about this.
The woman frowns and takes a step closer. “Prove it.”
He looks at her askance, already getting into a defensive position. “How am I supposed to-”
Chuuya is prepared for her to use some kind of Ability. What he’s not prepared for is some kind of tailed creature to materialize in front of her and dash toward him, and he can’t do anything but get his arms up in front of its blow.
Mistake. A pair of lips materializes on his arms where the creature touched him, and while he throws the creature backwards with his own Ability, the lips start to speak in his own voice.
“How dare Dazai leave the mafia, how dare he leave me-”
Chuuya bristles, but the lips keep talking.
“Without him, I can’t use Corruption, and I’m still depending on him even after he betrayed me-”
“Shut up.”
”I can’t care about anyone because the last person I got close to screwed me over and I’m not over it and I won’t be over it ‘til he’s dead-”
“Shut up!”
”I’m not Akutagawa, if I start acting like a loose cannon like this I’ll be killed-”
“I’m satisfied,” the woman says. Both the creature and the lips disappear, and she backs off. “You really shouldn’t act without your boss’ permission, you know.”
Chuuya wants nothing more than to drive her head into the ground right now, but his ability has no hold on her without having actually touched her first, and chasing her back towards where civilians are starting to emerge from the building would be a mistake. He growls instead.
“Don’t think I’ve forgotten this.”
She grins, and soon she’s disappeared into the crowd.
Once the weekend is over, things are back to normal, and if Chuuya is a little more sullen than usual, he can always blame it on the lack of things to do.