Part 9.

Stretching in my chair, I finally opened my eyes. I slept normally, maybe a few hours, but it was impossible to say for sure because the sun was still shining through the window, and I had not seen the clock anywhere, but as far as I remember, we returned at about five o'clock in the afternoon.

Finally, having understood everything, I decided to get up from the chair while taking off the blanket, which someone threw over me and neatly folded it, and put it back in the chair. The first thing that I went to look for is, of course, a toilet, which I did quite quickly and already with a light heart went to look for at least someone.

The first one I found was Abbacchio who was sitting in the kitchen and rummaging in his plate in which a large pile of food was laid, which was understandable, despite the fact that I cured his blood, I cannot restore it, and most likely when he woke up, he felt tiredness due to lack of blood. And only now, thinking about food, I myself realized that I was hungry.

- Kind. - I told him.

To which he just looked at me strangely and nodded weakly. Ignoring this, I went to my goal, namely the refrigerator, in which a little bit of everything was found, but the most important thing was that there were large pieces of meat, which I got out.

- Where are the dishes? - again I turned to Abbacchio.

Again, nodding in the direction of a certain box and again without saying anything, to which I just went to the indicated direction, where there were a couple of clean plates and some cutlery. Taking out my plate and fork, I put the largest piece of meat on the plate, and put the rest in the refrigerator.

Sitting in the opposite direction from Abbacchio, we both began to eat in silence. Even unheated, this food was delicious, so I did not feel any discomfort. I don't know how long this awkward silence would have lasted, but another person finally entered the room, who turned out to be Giorno.

- Diego you finally woke up. - at his statement I could only nod due to the fact that my mouth was busy with food. - We were just about to wake you up to go. But first we need to talk. Wait a few minutes, I'll get the rest.

- Don't be in a hurry, I'm not in a hurry. - Having quickly finished chewing, I finally answered.

With a nod, Giorno disappeared from my sight. I began to eat food several times faster in order to have time to eat everything and also remove food from the table, since I understood now there will be a serious conversation and after a few minutes the others came. During this time, Abbacchio managed to finish everything and put a dirty plate in the sink. Bucciarati, along with Giorno, sat down at the table with Abbacchio and me, Mista stood near the window and began to look into the distance, and Fugo and Narancia leaned on the kitchen tables and began to look at me. Trish was probably not invited to this discussion. Bucciarati was the first to speak as a leader.

- First, I want to thank you Diego for your help. Although you were not obligated to help us, you did help anyway. Bucciarati said with warmth in his voice.

- Well, mostly I wanted to help Giorno, and the others were on the way. - I spoke the truth. - But I also didn't do very nicely by trying to escape. Although then I corrected myself!

- No one wants to blame you for this. – Bucciarati said with a slight smile. - But let move on to the main questions. What happened to Illuso corpse and what are your stand abilities, and in general about the stand, Abbacchio told a little about what he saw, but you cannot answer about the stand if you want.

These were tricky questions that were not difficult for me to answer. Especially if you take as an example the fact that my most hidden ability is [The World] about which I do not want to tell anyone, at least not yet.

- Well, I especially have nothing to hide. - I answered with a slight smile. - But first, in order to talk about Illuso body, I need to talk about the stand, if you don't mind. Bucciarati shook his head from side to side to indicate that he had no objection. - I named my stand [Scary Monsters], it allows me to transform my body into a dinosaur, which allowed me to use the stand in the mirror world, but, as far as I know, I still have a transformation into a full dinosaur, but I never tried to turn him.

I began to speak, watching how everyone, including Bucciarati, raised their eyebrows due to the surprise at the words that I could transform my body. After a little pause, pretending that I needed to catch my breath a little, I continued.

- Well, at the expense of the abilities, I'm also not very sure about their use due to the fact that I never used them, because to use them I needed flesh and I could not find it anywhere. As for the abilities, the first ability is that I can, with the help of infection, infect any organic matter with the help of touch and turn it into dinosaurs, which are completely under my control. And that how I got rid of his head.

Bucciarati had a strange expression on his face that I could not recognize, but on reflection he turned to Giorno.

- Giorno. - Bucciarati turned to my older brother. - Can you create something?

This question is caused I have a misunderstanding, but almost immediately I realized that I wanted to see Bucciarati looking at how Giorno nods and takes the nearest glass, which slowly turns into a cocoon from which a frog then crawls out. Summoning [Scary Monsters] without a word, I touched the frog and saw how it began to transform. My gaze caught on the others who were also watching with interest the moment of transformation and a moment later there was a small dinosaur in the middle of the table.

- STAY! - I shouted at Bucciarati when I saw that he wanted to touch the dinosaur. - I can control the process of infection, but infected creatures cannot do that, so if touched, they turn into a dinosaur.

Bucciarati abruptly removed his hand at my cry and began to look with some apprehension at my little dinosaur.

- And about my second ability. I said, watching my dinosaur transform back into a frog. - Look.

Having touched the frog, it began to slowly elongate upward and become transparent, and in the end result it became like the glass it used to be.

- I-I stopped feeling it. - Shock was written on Giorno face.

- Yes. I confirmed Giorno statement and finally withdrew [Scary Monsters]. - Organics that were infected with my infection can be transformed into an inanimate object that can no longer be returned back. And this is what happened to Illuso body, and it now lies in the minibus.

- Wait. - said Mista who understood what I mean - Do you want to say ...

- Yes. - said and, but in my opinion, the body went through a tremor. - That pillow ...

A shiver ran through my body once again, and judging by the face of Mista, it also made him disgusting.

- Good. - concluded Bucciarati. - Thank you for trusting us. And now it time for us to pack up and leave here. I already know where we need to go.

Everyone nodded in turn and went to different parts of the house to collect things, but in my case, there was only a backpack, which was still lying at the main entrance. Taking it, I went out into the street to wait for the others. Not long in waiting, Trish came out first, followed by Bucciarati with a small bag, and after a while others began to appear with a small amount of things. We all went to the minibus.

Throwing all our belongings on the bus while unfolding them normally at the end of the minibus, I, with obvious relief, threw this pillow out into the street. Giorno took the initiative and was the first to go to sit in the driver seat, when Abbacchio saw that his place was taken, he just poked and sat down next to Giorno in the front seat, on the next pair Bucciarati sat down with Narancia, and already in the main compartment of the minibus on one Fugo sat on the side with Mista, who also looked at the pillow with obvious relief, and on the other side, Trish and I sat down on the seat, throwing it on his legs. Finally, when everyone was seated, I heard the car engine start up and we finally got under way. A sigh emanated from my mouth, in which the pain was heard, knowing that even stronger users of the stand were waiting for us ahead, did not give any relief.

After driving a few tens of minutes, the first who decided to break this pleasant silence was Narancia, who wanted to beg Bucciarati for a key to look at him better. Twisting it in different directions, he began to look attentively at the red round convex glass that was in the key. As far as I remembered, a message was written inside this mirror where it was necessary to insert this key. The next to break the silence was Abbacchio.

- Hey Narancia ... Would you mind looking at the key again?

- Of course ... - Narancia answered easily. - Catch, Abbacchio!

After his statement, with a slight movement of his hand, he threw the key in the direction of Abbacchio, who quite easily caught the key in his whole hand, with which he had previously chopped off. Clutching the key in his fist, he looked at his hand more closely, as if checking if everything was all right with it.

The wind blew through the minibus, coming out of Giorno open window.

Finally realizing that it was not easy for him to take the key, he raised it to eye level and began to look through the red glass to see what was there.

- I thought that the key would lead to the helicopter ... - said Abbacchio, continuing to twirl the key in the sun in order to see what is written there. - How will he help us on the train? The train station can be dangerous.

Abbacchio said what Bucciarati briefly told us in the car. Now Abbacchio was looking at the message for more clues.

- Thank you for protecting my daughter, Bucciarati. - began to read Abbacchio out loud for everyone. - Go to the drinking fountain, where the turtle will be on the sixth platform of Naples train station, and use the key. Then take my daughter to Venice by train. P.S. You will receive the last order after you get to Venice.

And I'm not ashamed to lie to him like that, it flashed through my thoughts. All these thanks and my daughter, why all this if he was going to kill her anyway. Maybe he wanted to make sure that he would kill her personally and she would not lead the enemies to him.

- The encrypted message still doesn't explain what the key is for ...! - continued to speak Abbacchio. -How should we understand what to look for at the drinking fountain at the station ...?

- The boss told us to take the key so that we can move around without risking the detected enemies! - decided to insert his word Bucciarati. - We have no choice but to trust him! Trust this key and head to the train station!

- And ... Isn't the Boss ... - Narancia had a logical question. - In Venice? According to the post ...

At these words from Narancia, I saw Giorno eye twitch towards him, saying that the Boss is in Venice.

- This does not concern us. - interrupted the thought process of Narancia Bucciarati. - We just have to follow orders, go to the drinking fountain on platform six and get on the train! The fastest train is the fast train to Florence, which leaves in ten minutes ... We will take it. - Interrupted Bucciarati turned his head and looked at the rear seats. - Mista! We almost reached the train station, there is no tail behind us?

- No ... - answered Mista while looking around carefully. - There is nothing behind us, at least now ... But there may be problems at the station. If the enemies paid the station workers or the homeless, then they immediately know about the arrival.

After Mista finished, Trish lifted her right leg to straighten the fasteners on her boots, and I finally decided to take my eyes off the window and look at Trish. In whose gaze it was visible ... nothing is visible, again a completely empty gaze.

- Trish. - I said and at the same time gently putting my hand on her shoulder because of which she trembled and looked at my hand. - I don't know what going on in your head, but I promise I can protect you." Maybe, of course, by my appearance you cannot say that I am so much selenium, but I don't want to brag, but I can beat everyone here in one trillionth of a second, but if you're not enough. - I got on my feet in front of her as far as the roof allowed and continued with confidence. - I'm still one of the last owners of hamon," with these words, a golden wave with bursts of lightning went through my whole body, which passed through the bodies of everyone and gave everyone a pleasant warmth. - which has been improving over tens of millennia in order to defeat vampires!

I tried to cheer her up at least somehow. I was sure that not only my voice glowed with confidence, but my eyes that were turned to her were filled with confidence. She didn't say anything to my statement, and her gaze was still empty, but this time a little warmth could be seen in her in the very depths of her eyes. At the same time, not paying attention to how in words that I could defeat them in a moment, all eyes turned to me, and in words about vampires, I heard a grunt from Narancia.

(A couple of moments later.)

Fugo sat opposite Diego and watched as Trish began to straighten her boots, his gaze was fixed on Trish face, and thoughts rushed through his head: {Boss daughter, Trish ... How does she feel about the fact that her life is in jeopardy due to father, whom she had never seen ...? She doesn't show it, but ... And most importantly: does she even have a stand? She does not have this aura.}

Without thinking normally, Mista rolled up to him and threw his hand over his neck and hugged him, and at the same time Diego decided to get up in order to continue his significant speech.

- Oh, I understood everything, Fugo! Heeeee! - Mista began to speak in a whisper in Fugo ear. - Do you also stick to her charms? I don't blame you! I've been doing this all the way!

- A!? - answered the uncomprehending Fugo.

And then, finally, looking closely, Fugo could see even through Diego who stood up, how Trish breasts, who bent over, practically slipped out of the bra that was on her, because of which one could see the edge of one of the nipples.

- HEU! - Fugo said too loudly after realizing where to look. - This is indeed…

- You're completely fucked up Fugo! You can't just stare at her! - interrupted Mista Fugo who wanted to continue to say something. - This is the daughter of the Boss! If she tells daddy: "Fugo undressed me with his eyes" or "Fugo climbed into my personal life" when the mission is over ...

- That?! - Fugo did not understand.

To which Mista showed an unpretentious response by running his finger along his throat indicating that he would be killed and at the same time making a sound that his throat was being cut.

- W-What are you talking about?! I don't…" Fugo began to make excuses, and on his face, you could see the protruding drops of sweat from fear. - You told me and I ...!

(Present time)

- We are on the spot. - I heard the voice of Giorno.

I felt how the minibus braked sharply because of which I began to lean forward, but having time to push on the roof of the car with my hand, I was able to stay in place. But before I had time to change my mind, I felt a heavy object hitting my back, pushing me forward because of what my hand slipped and I flew forward.

In the next second, my body was on something hard, while hitting quite painfully, and my peripheral vision noticed Narancia with Bucciarati, which confirmed that I rolled over through the front seats because of what about half of my body was in the front seats, and my feet touched the roof of the car. Quickly orienting myself, I rolled over and got to my feet, which allowed me to see the object that pushed me, which turned out to be Fugo, which was lying on Trish chest. As they started to get up, they met with gaze, which caused Fugo to jump away from Trish in the other direction with a scalded look, and fear was written on his face.

- AAAAAAAAGH !!! - shouted Mista, clenching his hands in a prayer gesture at chest level and turned to Trish, still shouting. - He didn't want anything bad! Of course, he clung to your boobs, using an abrupt stop ... And he groped you a bit, but it was just a fleeting impulse! That all! Please don't hand it over to the Boss.

- HEY! STOP! - started shouting Fugo trying to stop Mista. - I just stumbled, that all! Honestly! You only make it worse!

Before he had time to fully justify himself, he got a fist on his head, but not from Trish, as expected, but from me.

- Fugo, fuck! I shouted at him. - You couldn't hold on normally! You also pushed me and, in the end, in this situation, I got the most.

Watching Fugo rub his head and look at me with resentment, I turned to Giorno and already started talking to him.

- And you Giorno! - I said resentfully. - I could not have slowed down so sharply! Who even allowed you to have the right!

- I bought them. - Giorno answered easily. - But I just thought you were so cool that nothing would happen to you.

I admit he caught me here. But…

- So, I resisted. - I counterattacked. - Who knew that Fugo would hit me in the back. And it not always for me to show my super-cool hidden powers in such frivolous situations.

At my statement, he just smiled lightly and turned off the minibus engine.

Taking my backpack, I got out of the minibus, having warmed up a little even in spite of that mini warm-up that happened a minute ago. Throwing my backpack over my shoulders, I began to watch as the others also began to get their things. Then Giorno blocked our vehicle and gave the keys to Abbacchio, who put them somewhere in his pocket. Having fully gathered ourselves now, we headed towards the station, which was several tens of meters away from us.

Going into the station, the first thing we did was look around, especially me, but there was nothing out of the ordinary. A large bunch of people, trains that stand in a row and a board, which I paid particular attention to when looking for a certain line. Which I found pretty quickly.

[The train to Florence leaves platform 6 at 4:35 pm]

The others also noticed this inscription, and we went to the sixth platform. My eyes caught on the clock, which showed 16:35, which meant we had four minutes left. As far as I remember, a tense moment was made from this moment due to the fact that they did not know what to look for, but I think this will change with me pretty quickly.

After giving my backpack to Giorno, I stayed on the platform with Bucciarati looking for where this key should fit. Leaning against the fountain, which stood right in front of the entrance and was dried, and a turtle was crawling along it, I activated [Scary Monsters] without invoking the tail, but only changing my face. After all, as far as I remembered, they had to follow us now and I had to understand their exact location. Not keeping myself waiting long, I heard two pairs of confident steps moving in our direction.

- This is Bucciarati. He is really here ... - I heard the first unfamiliar voice, which radiated calmness. - At the fountain next to the head carriage ... It seems that his team and daughter are on the train ... Maybe in the first carriage ...? Shit, I can't believe it! I came to the station with my whole brigade!

- I'M GOING TO KILL HIM! - it was another unknown voice in which anger sounded

- He at the station. - continued the first voice. - But he does so because we have rotted him into a dead end ...? ... Or is there something that gives him confidence that he can get away from the persecution ...? What…?

- No matter! I'll kill him anyway! - The second voice began to speak again, but with less anger. - This is revenge for Formaggio and Illuso!

- Hey, you can already shut up with your that I will kill, this will kill ... - interrupted the first voice of the second person. - What is this all for? In our world, we do not use such words ... This is the lot of worthless mongrels.

The first voice began to explain.

- There is no need to say: "I will kill you" ... After all, at that moment when these words came to your mind ... - instructive notes sounded in the first voice. - Our target is already dead, and it doesn't care anymore! So, you don't need to tell her anything. Pesshi, do you wane be like us? If you are part of our team ... Well, do you understand what I mean?

- Y ... Yes! I understand bro! - this time Pesshi said.

- But you can say: "I killed them!" As much as you want! - the first voice gave relief.

Unfortunately, I do not remember his name or even what he looks like and his ability to stand in my head in a daze, and I cannot remember them. move to the head car from the inside! We will take them in claws! And since we need our daughter alive ... I want to finish before the train starts to move ... Then we won't have to buy tickets ...

They did not speak anymore, but I perfectly heard the heartbeat of Pesshi who began to move through the cars and the owner of the first voice that began to approach us.

Bucciarati squatted and tried to open the drainage hatch with a golden key. On the stairs to the carriage stood Giorno who was watching us.

- This key doesn't even fit! - There was irritation in Bucciarati voice. - And this is not the most important thing! This thing ... has never been closed! It just a water valve!

- What about the lock on the hydrant? - suggested Giorno.

- I've tried it…" Bucciarati voice sounded doom. - Doesn't fit! The hole is generally of a different shape!

Bucciarati once again tried to insert the key into the lock, but it still did not fit, and the man footsteps were getting closer and closer.

- HE IS NOT HERE! There is no lock or door that this key fits on! This time, Bucciarati voice was filled with anger. - what you need to open and get with this key is not at the fountain!

- Maybe we will stay until the next train ...? - suggested Giorno. - There a train to Rome, leaving in fifteen minutes.

- It is forbidden! Bucciarati cut him off sharply. - Enemies probably already know that we are here! They can appear on the platform any second, there is no time to waste!

- By the way, at the expense of the enemies. - I said. - They are approaching us. One is walking along the platform in our direction, and the other is walking along the carriages, as you might guess in our direction. One of them is called Pesshi, I have not heard the second name.

Only now did they pay attention to me and noticed that an ominous smile was visible on my face.

- And Bucciarati. - I continued. - The message says something about a turtle ... A turtle swims in this fountain, which has a key recess on its shell.

Their faces became more serious. Bucciarati got up and went to the fountain, and Giorno turned to me.

- You couldn't have said that before. - there was an accusation in his voice.

- It certainly sounded easy. - I began to defend myself in a light voice. - But it not as easy as you might think. You think it easy to find your way around this place. My senses improve tenfold and in this place, it is quite difficult to isolate oneself from sounds and smells, and it is also quite difficult to get back in. I didn't use my abilities like that when I didn't.

I said, looking at how Bucciarati climbs into the fountain and looks at the turtle, while looking closely at the side of the platform, noticing a suspicious person there.

- Same form! Just like a groove in a carapace. Diego was right. - whispered Bucciarati, looking at the key. - This key was not for the well! It was for the carapace! I don't know why, but ... The whole key fits into the shell!

Bucciarati inserted the key into the recess, after which the hand that had inserted the key began to fall into the shell.

- UGH!? Wha…- Bucciarati began to speak too loudly. - What?! What with the turtle?! I ... I'm getting sucked in. Does this turtle have a stand?!

At that moment, when Bucciarati was trying to pull his hand out of the turtle, Giorno entered the room with the wheel with everyone and began to wait for Bucciarati there together. Suddenly Bucciarati stood up abruptly and ran in our direction and ran inside, running after him and closing the door behind him Bucciarati put the turtle with a key in its shell on the floor and without saying anything began to push everyone in the direction of the turtle. While Bucciarati pushed everyone inside, I tried to watch the pursuers.

In anime and manga, of course, it looks more normal, but now, when you look at how the others disappear inside the turtle, it looks rather strange, and it doesn't sound very good either, but no matter how it was, I was the last one left outside. and having made a decisive step, I stepped on the turtle because of what my leg began to fall into it, with which I did not resist.

(Point of view of opponents)

Seeing how Bucciarati ran, a man with an unfamiliar voice saw this and abruptly ran after Bucciarati, his gaze caught on something in Bucciarati hands there was some object, but when he ran into the car, the only thing he saw was empty space and Pesshi who did not force himself wait a long time. Having exchanged glances, the owner of the first voice said.

- Hey Pesshi! Why are you here?

- B ... Bro! I wanted to ask you the same thing! - there was no understanding in Pesshi voice. - What happened? Where is Bucciarati? Wasn't he at the fountain?

A stranger ran up to the only door in the room that read W.C. which, which logically turned out to be a toilet, having examined it, he saw that there was no one there. Approaching the second entrance of the car, he looked out the window to see platforms with rails and several more trains, but he did not find what he was looking for, which made him step back from the window and look at the pedestrians with fury.

- YOU! The stranger voice was the same as his eyes, they were furious. - Pesshi ... You remember what Bucciarati looks like, right? And also, Abbacchio, Mista, Fugo, Narancia and this newcomer Giorno ... What do they look like, do you also remember? I AM

- I'll stay here and approach him from the platform. - continued to speak the first voice, which this time approached us. - Walk, get on the train and move to the head car from the inside! We will take them in claws! And since we need our daughter alive ... I want to finish before the train starts to move ... Then we won't have to buy tickets ...