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Vento Innocente

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Bruno Buccellati was a gangster, that much was true. And as a gangster, he had to be ruthless and efficient in certain areas in order to instill the necessary fear within the enemy as well as to set an example for those who were too willing to hurt the innocent. With that fact kept in mind, he didn't indulge in executing and disposing of people unless it was absolutely necessary. Furthermore, he was going to investigate a situation and come to a more peaceful solution if a fellow gangster wasn't particularly trustworthy. And Luca, in every sense of the word, was not trustworthy. 

At all. 

Leaky-Eye Luca had a habit of intimidating the local youth and lying to his superiors and Bruno thought that this situation was no exception. His day would then get complicated further when he actually saw the boy in question, Giorno Giovanna, who was seriously injured. He looked scared and bolted out of there, which was completely understandable if Bruno was being completely honest. Luckily, he had a Stand, so hiding inside of Giorno using Sticky Fingers wasn't an issue. And yes, he knew how wrong that sounded when it's taken out of context, so to reword it, he used a zipper or two to hide inside of Giorno's shirt so that he wouldn't lose track of him. 

His first impression of Giorno Giovanna, physically, was that this was a cunning, intelligent young man on the same plane as Fugo. There was an indescribable amount of smarts and charisma when taking in the file. But after talking to the boy as well as dealing with Luca, he was completely wrong. Not to say that him being wrong was a bad thing, but he was now left with many questions, namely what to do with the little amnesiac in his wing. He didn't want Giorno to join his gang, not when he had lost his memories, but Bruno's heart wouldn't let him leave the boy in Naples a lone wanderer, especially when there were many people who would be all too willing to take advantage of him. 

So, here he was, leading Giorno gently by the hand all the way to Libeccio's. For the most part, Giorno was cooperative and curious but very shy, not to mention quiet. He had to make sure that none of his teammates scared this kid further. Lord knows Luca did enough for the both of them if not for the whole of Passione's lower teams. Gentle, delighted gasps were heard when they passed by a toy shop. Hm, perhaps he should get a toy for this kid like he did with Narancia when he joined the team. 

"Um, Mister Bruno," He turned to see Giorno look at him timidly. "Will your friends like me?" 

"Hm," Bruno pursed his lips. "Well. I will make sure that they will be on their best behavior when they speak with you. Ah, here we are." 

He had a waiter watch over Haruno for a few moments before making his way to his team's table. As soon as he saw them, Bruno was thankful at Giorno not being with him now as no doubt the boy would have been petrified at the sight. Fugo and Narancia fought with each other over Math, Mista was ranting about the four slices of cake, and Abbacchio was listening to music, not paying attention to the scene playing out before him. 

"Alright, everyone," He called, grabbing their attention. "Look alive! I want all of you to be on your best behavior! I brought someone new here!" 

"A newbie," Abbacchio raised an eyebrow. "We didn't hear any news of a newbie joining the team, Bruno." The other three nodded in agreement.

"He's not a newbie," Bruno replied nonchalantly. "I don't want him involved in any mafia affairs. But he is going to stay with us for the time being so I want all of you to be nice to him. Capiche?" His eyes narrowed as he heard Mista and Narancia snickering. "I mean it! He has amnesia!"


Haruno blinked and looked around the big, fancy room. He heard something just now, but he didn't know what it was. Shrugging his shoulders, he looked back at himself in the mirror. He didn't know what his face looked like at all until now. He tilted his head, his curls bouncing a little. It was so weird to look at yourself for the very first time. His green eyes were really green. And he had two little things in his ears. And his hair was really curly and bouncy and gold. He frowned. There was that word again. It felt closer this time. And he didn't know why at all. He gave a grin. It was no time to be sad at all! He was going to meet new people! And if they were anything like Mr. Bruno, then he would be really happy!

"Ah, signorino," He turned to see Mister Bruno smile at him. "Come. You must be hungry." 

With a nod, he followed Mister Bruno to the table. He blinked as he saw four other men sit there. They looked strange, quite strange indeed! The man in the green holey suit was next to a man in black with an orange skirt. There was a man in a hat with an arrow and a long-haired man in a black suit. They didn't look nice, instead they looked mad at him and it was scary! He hid behind Mister Bruno, not wanting to see them angry. It was scary, scary, scary. He felt Mister Bruno pet his hair before peeking out. He must be brave! At Mister Bruno giving him a smile, he smiled. 

"Um," Haruno began, giving a little wave. "Hi. I'm Haruno. Haruno Shiobana. Nice to meet you." 

"Alright now," Mister Bruno laughed as he gently pushed Haruno to one of the empty seats. "Here. Why don't you have some cake, Haruno?" 

"Cake," Haruno gaped at the yummy cake slices. They were strawberries! He'd never had a strawberry! Oh, but there were only four slices. "I..." 

"Easy, Haruno," Mister Bruno said. "I need to make a phone call. In the meantime, why don't you try to get to know each other? Be nice, okay?"

Mister Bruno left, which meant that Haruno was on his own. And being on his own was spooky. He looked down at his hands, not wanting to see the angry stares. No, he had to be brave! He had to be brave for Mister Bruno and Mister Koichi! He slowly looked up and saw that the four other men were still looking at him in a mad way. He bit his lip. This wasn't going to be easy. He hoped that he didn't do anything to make them really mad at him. His tummy rumbled with hunger and he felt small water on his neck.

"Haruno," The white-haired man began. Haruno looked at him shyly. "Am I right?" When Haruno nodded, he smiled. "Let's chat."

"O-Okay!" Haruno nodded, smiling back sweetly. He was doing it! He was making friends! 

"Here," The white-haired man pushed a cup of yellow stuff to him. "Have a drink. How old are you?"

"Uh..." Haruno blinked, confused. Gosh, he didn't know. All he knew was his name and that was it. "...Eight?" 

"Eight," The man in the hat yelled, making Haruno cheep in fright. "Well, you're the buffest eight-year-old I've ever seen..." 

"Ten, then?" 

". . ." 


"Why are you asking us," The man in the green suit raised an eyebrow. "Do you...really not remember how old you are?" 

"Nuh-uh," Haruno shook his head sadly. "Sorry. All I know is my own name." 

"Well, it doesn't matter how old you are," The man in the orange skirt smiled. "I'm still older than you by a landslide, buddy boy." 

Buddies? Haruno's eyes widened with joy. They were buddies? They were really buddies? Buddy was another name for a friend, right? So they are friends now? Haruno wanted to be friends with him very much! But what would they do as friends? What would they talk about as friends? Oh no, oh gosh, oh golly! He didn't even know the mister's name! The mister's smile slipped and just stared at him. Oh no, was he being too weird? The boy looked down at the cup in shame. 

"Here, kid," He looked up to see the man in the hat push a slice of cake. "You look hungry. Want some cake?" 

"May I...?" 

"Sure, bud." 

He gently took a bite of the slice and hummed happily. Oh wow! This tasted great! He squealed happily as he took another bite. It tasted so nice and soft and yummy! It was just so great! He then looked down to see flowers down at his feet. Oh, that was odd. There were yellow flowers and purple flowers and fluffy pink flowers! They smelt so sweet, too! Haruno grinned as he tasted the strawberry! It was juicy and crunchy! He gave a smile of utter joy as he finished the cake! 

"Thank you, misters!" 

"You're, uh, welcome, kid." The man in the hat blinked before giving Haruno a smile. "I'm Mista, by the way." 

"I'm Narancia!" The man in the orange skirt smiled too, pointing at himself. "That there is Fugo." The man in the green suit. "Last but not least is Abbacchio!" The man in black. 

"Well," Haruno smiled his biggest smile. "Let's all be friends!"