【jojo five parts】【velvet rice】Deliberately Shortsighted

The air in the window was knocked out, and his bones hurt as if they were broken, but he knew he couldn't stop, so he threw himself out of the window, and fell down with the second gunshot and shattered glass.

"Hey Lisout—oh fuck, what the hell is going on?" a man rushed into the room, and after seeing everything, he couldn't help but yelled, "What the hell is this? Was it bombed here or something? Yes. I heard gunshots when I ran up."

"It's nothing." Giorno narrowed his eyes towards the broken window, and said flatly, "I'm dead."

Risut glanced at Giorno, but said nothing.

"Huh? Damn it, I've clearly reminded me several times that it's troublesome to be targeted by the police. Why do a bunch of idiots rush to provoke those bastards? Damn it, do you look down on me?" The man with blue curly hair said to himself Then he lost his temper and babbled for a while before he seemed to suddenly realize Giorno's existence, and immediately asked in a bad tone, "But who the hell are you?"

Giorno did not reply, but glanced at Risut, who nodded, stepped forward and said to the man, "Go and call everyone. The boss has an order to issue."

****

The sense of smell that wakes up first.Mista smelled the faint smell of disinfectant, and it took him a while to see that he was lying on a hospital bed.The sedative wore off, and he tried to move his arm, which was in a cast, and it hurt everywhere.

"how do you feel?"

Mista turned his head following the voice, and Trish sat by the hospital bed, before he had time to hide the worry in his eyes.The girl stuffed a pillow behind Mista's back and helped him sit up.Mista groaned from this movement, his head still dizzy. "I feel like I've been run over by a car," he complained.

"Almost," Terry Hugh snorted, "two severe fractures, and countless scratches and bruises. Bugarati said you jumped into the sea from the four-story deck without breaking your neck. Already lucky."

"Bugarati saved me?" Mista only remembered being picked up in a daze after jumping into the water. "Did he...didn't he say anything? How long have I been asleep? What's the day, wait, Joe—" He was interrupted by a sharp cough.

"Hey, slow down, handsome guy," Trish poured him a glass of water.The girl was going to pat Mista comfortingly, but she couldn't do anything because the man was wrapped up like a mummy, "Bugalati took a speedboat ahead of us, and he said that he found you falling into the sea, so he immediately sent you You brought it back. The large group of people took some time to rush over due to the delay in issuing the search warrant, but many people on board escaped. As for the others... Bugarati is dealing with some things, later When the time comes, you can ask him directly."

Mista took a sip of water.The cool liquid slid down his throat, and he realized that his throat hurt badly, so he poured it in two or three times.Trish said nothing, and poured him another glass.This time he was not in such a hurry, he drank the water mechanically sip by sip, concentrating on it, as if this was the only thing in the world.Trish patiently accompanied him in silence.

Putting down the glass, Mista stared at the bottom of the glass, which was empty. "He's not coming back, is he?"

"Oh, Mista."

Although he didn't say his name, Trixie immediately understood what he was asking.Her fingers unconsciously clenched her cuffs, her lips trembled but she didn't know what to say, her eyes that were hastily lowered revealed sadness and indignation unabashedly, but at the same time she was also puzzled - Mista knew that kind of thing too well. She has fallen in love, not to mention that person was once her friend.Seeing her suffer like this, Mista almost loathed herself.

"I'm sorry," he murmured.

"Me too." The girl said softly, touching his fingers that were exposed outside the gauze. "But I don't think he's coming back."

Before leaving, Mista stopped Trish.The girl turned her head abruptly, and Mista was worried that she would twist her neck with such a violent action.

"What's the matter?" Trixie's tone was a little nervous, his face was full of seriousness, as if even if Mista asked her to blow up the Leaning Tower of Pisa at this moment, she would be willing to go all out.But the thing was tilted enough that Mista decided to show mercy and let it go.

"It's nothing," he said. "Can you come to my house and return the videotape that's on my desk? I think it's expired."

Trish nodded, took one last look at him and left.

Later, when Bugarati came in, Mista was bored watching TV. "Sit whatever you want," he casually pointed to the chair next to the hospital bed.

"The doctor said that most of them were flesh wounds. There were one or two internal bleedings, which were treated well. A few fractures would take some time to heal. Other than that, there was nothing serious." Bugarati sat down and glanced at the TV. , which was broadcasting news about a cruise ship fire last night.

Mista stared at the screen intently, but his tone was very lazy, "You cooperated well with him—don't try to fool me, you got rid of your backup and ran to the side of the boat early to wait, you wouldn't know that I was going to jump by such a coincidence Come down? Firstly, you can save me, and secondly, you can tell him to run away quickly. Since when did you two start planning?"

Bugarati stared at him for a while, then looked away. "It's been a while. I thought about telling you, but we finally decided not to let you know."

"Afraid that I will leak the news?" Mista suppressed the anger in his voice. "Or are you afraid to scare me away and refuse to participate in this crazy plan?"

Bugarati shook his head. "Because we didn't plan to adopt this method until the last moment. If there is any other way out, he—we don't want it to end now, Mista." The black-haired man showed sincere apology in his eyes, and his tone Still unwavering: "But if it happened again, I would still make this decision. I would do anything to bring down that organization and protect the people here, and so would he."

Mista was stunned for a while, then suddenly lowered his head and smiled.Bugarati, he sighed inwardly while laughing, that's why this man is respected. "Me too," he sighed, "me too, sir."

"I know," Bugarati said quietly, nodding at him.

"But you can always give me a hint, or tell me to prepare myself a bit," Mista leaned back and complained. "I was pretty traumatized at the time - about that, I asked for compensation and paid time off, we'll talk about that later - anyway, I mean, that little bastard pointed a gun at me , I once thought... and even if it hits the bulletproof vest, it will still hurt like hell."

Bugarati laughed and said: "I have already hinted to you. When you called me the other day, didn't I tell you that you had something to discuss with him and told you to listen to him more? .”

"Huh?" Mista searched in the memory for a while, and then said dumbfounded: "What kind of hint is this? Are you being too reserved?"

"I tried my best," Bucciarati shrugged.This gesture was not often seen on this man, so it seemed a little funny, which amused Mista.

The atmosphere became much more relaxed, as they usually do when they get along.The doctor came in to check on Mista and gave him a sedative.The two sat for a while, and Mista hesitated and said: "Then he... will be there from now on?" Seeing Bugarati nodding, Mista asked eagerly: "Does he believe that? Will those people believe him? What if they don't—what if they figure out who he is and plan to kill him?"

"Risut will help him cover it up," Bugarati explained, "although Risut and his men are not good people, but their interests are the same as his: Risut and the others just want to make money , is not interested in who is the boss, and helping your boys to the top can make their status in the organization skyrocket, which means more power and more money; and he can also use them to clean the organization, and finally achieve Our purpose. This is the best choice right now after weighing the pros and cons. But you also know that it is very difficult to completely uproot the rot, and he still has a long way to go."

leaving alone.Mista thought bitterly.No one helped Giorno watch his back anymore.

"Nine days," after a while of silence, he looked at Buccarati with a wry smile, "It's only been nine days since you handed over the task to us when we killed Diablo. Why do I feel like it's been so long? "

"Because too many things have happened during this period," Bugarati said softly, "You are too tired and need to rest. Go to sleep, Mista, don't think about anything, and have a good sleep."

"I think, I will never meet Jiutian like this again." Mista murmured.Feeling sleepy, he slowly closed his eyes.

****

Mista is sitting in a pub.

No, not the previous one.In fact, he never went to any of the previous ones.It has been nearly a month since the cruise ship incident. After he was discharged from the hospital, he applied to Bucciarati for reinstatement. After being exhausted by a series of psychological evaluations, he returned to his post and then buried himself in work.The Passion Organization has been very high-profile recently. The appearance of the boss has divided the organization into several factions. From time to time, some people have been arrested because of internal struggles. Silent, I don't know which is more proud or worried in my heart.So he rejected Bucgarati's plan to give him a long vacation, and doubled down on his work. When he had field missions, he was always the first to rush to the scene without complaint.Naranja jokingly said that if he continues to do this, he might not become the model of the year for the authorities. At the end of the year, he will wear a medal and shake hands with the mayor; but Mista doesn't care about the medal, he just thinks that maybe he can help Giorno a little bit.

Admitting that he misses Giorno is not a difficult thing.At certain moments, such as when he heard news about the other party from the arrested members of the organization, or saw someone who looked similar on the street, or just simply missed him-at these moments, Mies Tatsuyu paused for a while, allowing himself to immerse himself in memory or imagination.Beyond that, Mista's life is trying to get back to what it used to be.He is still single, happy, passionate and loving life, even better than before, and the principles Giorno taught him make him a better person.Trish once asked him what he thought.Mista didn't feel like he was waiting for anything, and he did have hope, and the strange thing was that the two didn't conflict.

Occasionally, after get off work, he would go to the bar for a few drinks with his colleagues - of course, the normal kind of bar, otherwise?Naranja and Fugo still think that the days when Mista disappeared were to take care of sick family members.Apache had some doubts, but Bugarati made up an excuse for Mista, and Apache believed Bugarati.In short, Mista has never been to those clubs again.He just goes to some bars or nightclubs occasionally, either by himself or by his colleagues, like any ordinary single man.

For example, tonight, when Mista walked into this newly opened nightclub, he was annoyed by the slightly loud music after not sitting for a long time.He found a booth to stay alone, drinking absently, while thinking about the files that he would continue to check the next day.One or two people came over and tried to strike up a conversation, but Mista turned them down.Maybe it just didn't feel right tonight, he didn't know.

The sofa sank, and someone sat next to him.Mista sighed, he had already decided to spend the night alone, maybe he should leave early.He turned his head and was about to refuse, but when he saw the other party clearly, he froze immediately.

"Alone?" the other party asked.The green eyes flashed with a smile, and there was a bit of a test in his tone.

Mista glared at him, suddenly wanting to laugh - and he did.The corners of his mouth were grinning so much that he knew he must look stupid, like a rookie who came out to club for the first time.But what the hell, he doesn't care.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Giorno thought for a while and asked again: "Are you looking for someone? Or..." The blond man slowly approached, "...you already have a target?"*

"Don't be too confident, little bastard." Mista immediately withdrew his body, rolled his eyes and said: "Also, your strike-up skills are really bad."

"Really?" Giorno tried to remember. "But I remember I liked being accosted like that by someone. Am I remembering wrong?"

Oh fuck.Mista knew that he couldn't relax his vigilance for a moment against this goddamn brat.But no matter how you put it, it's too unpredictable, who can remember the first time I hit up someone else!how-

Perverted, Mista thought.

"Romantic, touching," Giorno said at the same time, "Don't you, Mista, I thought you would like this surprise. Why do you look like you are in some great pain? "

Wow, you're so smart why don't you take a guess? "I'm not sure about that," Mista deliberately prolonged his tone, and said slowly, "After all, when I met you last time, I ended up breaking several bones and was shot twice in the back. "

"I'm sorry about that. Oh, my poor Mista," Giorno followed up immediately.

But there was no apology in the kid's tone, and he didn't even try to pretend, as if he was determined that Mista couldn't do anything to him.Mista glared at Giorno, hoping to kill him with his eyes.

"Okay, okay," Giorno sighed, looking helpless, but with a sly light in his eyes, "I declare that I am fully responsible for one of the bullets."

"Huh?" Mista couldn't help shouting, "Are you kidding? Your arithmetic level is not even as good as Naranja's."

"Although I don't know who it is, I can hear that you like that guy very much, so I'm happy to be like him." Giorno moved towards Mista again, and Mista moved towards Mista because of the limited sofa space. (If you move further to the side, he will sit on the ground), so he has to stick to the blond man.Most of the originally spacious sofa was empty, and two men were sitting in the corner crowded together. This scene is really strange. "Let's take a look," Giorno smiled and helped him settle the matter—the man even counted on his fingers, "I shot the other bullet at the window so that you can smash it, and I also notified Bugara Respond at the bottom in advance, and as for your fracture, it is a pity diving technical problem. Ah, and body armor, that is very important."

Mista was dumbfounded. "So I have to thank you?"

"You're welcome, my pleasure," Giorno replied immediately.

Jesus.He almost forgot how difficult this guy was verbally.Mista had a sullen face, and decided that he would stop talking to Giorno for the rest of the night no matter what Giorno said.To hell with Giorno.

Giorno noticed his face, smiled secretly, then cleared his throat, and added solemnly: "But I am really sorry for hitting you, so I was thinking, in order to express my apology, maybe you are willing to accept a A nice dinner? I have a reservation at your favorite restaurant."

Mista was unmoved.As a man, you have to have some backbone.

"Or, can we skip dinner and have fun?" Giorno leaned close to Mista's ear and whispered, the warm breath made Mista itch, and the man's hand didn't know when it came out of it. It came up behind him, deliberately rubbing against a certain part before wrapping around his waist.Mista moved nervously.He regretted why he didn't order a cold beer before, because it was a little hot now.But he remained silent.

At some point, Giorno had slipped onto his lips.The blond man smiled softly against his lips, and stuffed something like a paper coupon into his palm. "And this. This must be added."

What the hell?Between the kisses, Mista glanced down.Two movie tickets lay on the palm of his hand.All right.Giorno thought he could be moved by this alone?Just two movie tickets, one dinner, and some live...events (God).There is also some sweet talk and charming laugh.And great kisses.Lots and lots of great kisses.And those green eyes that stared deeply at him.

Well, this does work.Mista gently raised the corner of her mouth against the blonde man's lips.

END

*Both of these are from "Rookie" www

The timeline is attached, with dark lines in parentheses.

DAY1: The two went to a nightclub for the first time after they met.

DAY2: Noticed Risut in the nightclub, investigated and found the drug line.

DAY3: Get bored at home and try the props bought by Trish.

DAY4: theme night. (The boss called and ordered Risut to draw two people, and later sneaked into the prison to investigate)

DAY5: Giorno is injured. (Giorno went to see Risut, and the two settled on killing the boss, but Giorno still hesitated)

DAY6: Rehabilitation and falling in love. (The boss clarified their identities and killed the thugs in the detention center)

DAY7: Rehabilitation and falling in love. Emmmmmmm (boss out of jail)

DAY8: Confirmed the plan with Bucciarati, and met Dobio again at the club at night.

DAY9: Mista was caught on board.Giorno becomes the new boss and Mista escapes.