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Fugo sat down on his Sofa, leaning back as he placed a Book on his Lap and a cup of Tea on the Table beside him. The Blonde haired had turned on his Radio to a Classical Music station and felt Calm as he sighed in relaxation before he opened his Book
"Here we go…" He sighed after mentally preparing himself how the Story in the book will unfold "…Chapter one: The-"
Narancia burst into the room, his eyes wide with excitement. "Yo Fugo! What's up with the classical tunes? You know I'm more of a 90s hip hop kinda guy!" He plopped down on the couch next to Fugo, kicking his feet up on the coffee table.
"You won't believe what happened earlier! This chick was totally checking me out at the convenience store. I swear, my charisma is off the charts today!" Narancia grinned from ear to ear, clearly pleased with himself. "Hey, whatchu reading there anyway? Looks boring as hell if you ask me."
[Fugo cannot have a relaxing Day by himself]
In the Next Day at Noon, Fugo tried to enjoy some Cake he had bought for himself and Cut the Cake in 6 Pieces "I‘ve been waiting All Week to eat this." Fugo sat down but sighed in annoyance when he realized something "i forgot my damn Fork."
Narancia barged into the kitchen, his energy levels seemingly limitless even this early in the day. "Yo Fugo! Whatchu doing in here all by yourself? And ooh, is that cake I smell?"
His eyes zeroed in on the perfectly cut slices, practically salivating. "Damn son, that looks delicious! Mind if I grab a piece?" Without waiting for an answer, Narancia reached for the largest slice, popping it into his mouth whole.
"Mmmph! Tastes even better than it looks!" He mumbled through a full mouth, crumbs spraying everywhere. "So whatcha up to anyway? We should totally hang out today, maybe catch a movie or something!"
Narancia leaned against the counter, grinning at Fugo expectantly, not seeming to notice or care about the fork dilemma.
Fugo could feel his vein popping, Narancia took another slice away "but…it‘s mine…" he said in Frustrated disbelief
"I‘ve heard someone mention smelling a Cake!" Mista entered the kitchen to see Narancia happily eating and Fugo was frozen and possibly experiencing a Mid-Life crisis. Narancia looked up at Mista, still chewing loudly. "Yo Mista! You gotta try this cake, it's mad good!" He shoved the last bite into his mouth, licking his fingers clean.
"Fugo here Bought it, but he forgot a fork or some shit. Typical Fugo, always forgetting the important stuff!" Narancia laughed, punching the stiff and quiet Fugo playfully on the arm.
"So whatchu think, Mista? Wanna split the rest of the cake with us? I call dibs on the biggest slice!" He reached for another piece before Fugo could protest, his appetite seemingly insatiable.
Mista smiled in delightfulness "Sure~! Can‘t say no to Cake. How many slices are left?"
Narancia counted the remaining slices, his brow furrowed in concentration. "Let's see... you had six pieces total, right Fugo? And I already ate two..." He held up three fingers triumphantly.
"Looks like there's four slices left! Plenty for both of us, Mista!" Narancia grabbed two slices, shoving one into Mista's hands before he could refuse. "Here man, dig in! This cake is too good to pass up."
Mista blinked twice and tilted his head still smiling "How Many again?"
Narancia rolled his eyes dramatically. "Ugh, Mista, use your brain cells for once! I just told you - there are four slices left, dummy!" He held up four fingers, enunciating each word slowly.
"Four. Slices. Of. Cake. Got it now?" Narancia asked, taking another large bite of his own slice. "Sheesh, sometimes I wonder how you survive without me around to explain everything!"
Mista‘s Head kept repeating what Narancia has said as he kept looking at the Fingers that the Raven Haired was currently holding up
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…Four…
…Four….
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…Quattro…
… 4…
…IV…
"GET THAT CURSED CAKE AWAY FROM MEE! WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU BRING UPON US, NARANCIA!?? IF WE‘RE GONNA DIE IT‘S GONNA BE YOUR FAULT AND YOUR FAULT ALONE!!!"
Narancia's eyes widened in shock at Mista's sudden outburst, nearly dropping his half-eaten slice of cake. "Whoa, what the hell Mista?! Why are you freaking out over some cake?"
He looked back and forth between a Traumatized Mista and a Frozen Fugo, confusion etched across his face. "I don't get it, guys. It's just dessert, not a cursed artifact or something!"
Narancia set his plate down on the counter, his brows furrowed in concern. "Did I miss something here? Is this cake actually bad news or what?"
[Fugo can't enjoy some Dessert by himself]
In the Evening, Fugo decided to take a Nap, it was quit, and peaceful, he was out in a wonderful dream walking around in a forest with a beautiful landscape and scenery below
Fugo sighed in peace and comfort.
Meanwhile, Narancia found himself pacing back and forth in their shared room, restless energy coursing through his veins. He glanced over at Fugo's sleeping form, a hint of concern flickering in his eyes.
"Dude's really zonked out, huh?" Narancia muttered to himself, scratching the back of his head. "Guess all that stress from earlier finally caught up with him."
Narancia quietly and carefully stood up from the couch, not to disturb Fugo's peaceful slumber. He tiptoed over to his small collection of DVDs, pulling out the long-awaited Fist of the North Star film with a triumphant smile.
"Yeah, baby, it's time to watch this piece of trash Raoh getting his ass beat in HD…" He whispered excitedly, popping the disc into the player. The opening credits began to roll, and Narancia settled back onto the couch, ready to immerse himself in the epic world of Hokuto Shinken (in HD).
"This is the real deal, yo…"
As the Anime's Opening credits ended Narancia didnt seem to notice is that he was accidentally sitting on the remote, increasing the volume accidentally at a Black Screen before the noise of a continuing Battle emerged.
Startled by the sudden increase in volume, Narancia jerked backward, knocking over a nearby empty soda can in the process. He stared wide-eyed at the black screen, momentarily disoriented.
"W-what the hell?!" His voice was drowned out by the deafening roar of the ongoing battle scene, the sound effects and grunts of the fighters echoing loudly throughout the room.
Frantically, Narancia fumbled around on the floor until his hand closed around the misplaced remote control. With a shaky breath he hit the mute button.
The raven haired Italian sighed in relief, altough that didnt last long as he felt a chill…coming from the direction where his Boyfriend was currently sleeping. He noticed him sitting up…
…and he‘s really…..really….Angry
Narancia's heart skipped a beat as he turned around to face Fugo, the Italian's icy glare sending a shiver down his spine. He swallowed hard, suddenly feeling very small under that fierce stare.
"H-hey, Fugo... I didn't mean to wake you up," Narancia stammered, holding up his hands in a placating gesture. "I was just watching a movie, and the volume got stuck..."
He trailed off, realizing how lame his excuse sounded even to his own ears. Narancia braced himself for the inevitable tongue-lashing, knowing he deserved it for being so thoughtless.
"Just tell me what you need me to do to make it right, okay?" His voice wavered slightly, a mix of fear and genuine remorse.
Fugo‘s Body was shaking in Anger but also Frustrtion to the point he had let out tears. At the sight of Fugo's tear-streaked face, something inside Narancia snapped. He quickly dropped to his knees, reaching out to grasp Fugo's trembling hands.
"Fugo, please... I'm sorry, okay? I never meant to upset you like this," he said softly, his own eyes filling with tears of regret. "I know I messed up, but you have to believe me when I say it wasn't intentional."
Fugo held his head as he felt a headache coming due to all the stress "i…i just wanted an entire Day to relax. Is it to much to ask for? i like you guys and i love you, Narancia but just….
Fugo‘s temper started to increase as his fist tightened, while breathing heavily.
"It…it‘s just!!"
Narancia felt Fugo's body tense in his arms, the Italian's clenched fists and quivering shoulders a clear sign that his anger was building once more. He knew he needed to act fast to defuse the situation before things escalated further.
"Whoa, easy there, Fugo! I hear ya, I really do," Narancia soothed, rubbing gentle circles on Fugo's back. "Relaxation day sounds awesome, and we totally should've made that happen for you. I'm sorry i ruined it."
He leaned back slightly to meet Fugo's gaze, his expression earnest and apologetic. "Look, why don't we start fresh tomorrow? We can plan a whole day just for you to unwind and do whatever you want. No interruptions, no drama – just you, chilling however you please. Deal?"
The Blonde Italian looked skeptically at his Boyfriend as he started to calm down a little "and how are you going to plan this?" A relieved grin spread across Narancia's face as he saw Fugo begin to calm down. He squeezed his boyfriend's hands reassuringly before standing up and offering Fugo a hand up as well.
"I'll take care of everything, promise! We can order your favorite food, set up a comfy movie marathon, maybe even rent a massage chair if you're feeling extra pampered," Narancia suggested enthusiastically, already mentally planning the perfect relaxation day for Fugo.
"And what with what Money, Genius?" Fugo asked and Narancia's enthusiasm faltered as he met Fugo's skeptical gaze, the weight of their criminal lifestyle suddenly bearing down on him. He shifted uncomfortably, avoiding direct eye contact.
"Uh, well... you know how it is sometimes, Fugo. We gotta be resourceful," he mumbled, trying to downplay the issue. "Maybe we can, uh, borrow some cash from Bucciarati or-"
Fugo shifted and turned over in bed "whatever, Narancia. I‘d like to sleep alone for a while." Feeling a bit deflated by Fugo's dismissive response, Narancia nodded understandingly. "Yeah, of course, babe. Get some rest. I'll handle everything else," he reassured, giving Fugo's shoulder a gentle squeeze before heading out of their room.
Once alone, Narancia let out a frustrated sigh, running a hand through his messy hair. He hated feeling like he couldn't provide for Fugo the way he wanted to. But he refused to let it get him down - he'd find a way to make tomorrow special, even if it meant getting creative with their limited resources.
Meanwhile downstairs, Giorno, Mista, Bucciarati and Abbacchio are sitting at the kitchen table
The two teens were scanning through various, small magazines while the Adults, like Bucciarati and Abbacchio either just drank coffee or read the Newspapers.
"How about this, Mista?" Giorno started. We could totally go to Disneyland tomorrow. The Gunslinger widened his eyes in excitement. "Right, right! After that we should totally get Some Ice cream because it‘s gonna be hot as hell in the afternoon til evening"
Listening to the two make plans for their Childish adventure trip made Abbacchio sigh in frustration "Can't believe we, as wanted criminals are looking for a plan to go to Disneyland. What do you think about this dumb idea, Bucciarati?"
The Long haired man turned over to his Capo who was reading the newspaper elegantly "Cut them some slack, Abbacchio. Giorno is still 15. Let kids be kids as long as they can be, alright?" He turned over the page of the newspaper finding the idea of going to Disneyland a bit pleasing.
As the Gossiping between them continued, Narancia rough way of opening the door has silenced them
"Uhh, what‘s up, Narancia…something the matter?" Giorno asked
Narancia's expression darkened as he stepped into the kitchen, his earlier frustration boiling over into irritation at the others' chatter. He slammed the door shut behind him, causing everyone to jump in surprise.
"Listen up, Everyone! Tomorrow is Fugo's relaxation day, and that means none of you are allowed to bother him in any way," Narancia declared firmly, his voice brooking no argument. "No visits, no phone calls, no dropping by unannounced. He needs a full day to unwind and recharge, and that's non-negotiable."
He glared at each of them in turn, making sure his point was driven home.
Giorno, Mista, Abbacchio and Bucciarati looked at eachother for a few seconds before Bucciarati broke the silence
"Sure, Narancia. you‘ll take care of him at home while we‘re in our Disneyland trip tomorrow"
Narancia's relief was palpable as Bucciarati gave his blessing, the tension in the room easing noticeably. "Thanks, Capo. I won't let you down," he assured, nodding in appreciation.
Turning to the others, Narancia added, "And yeah, Giorno, you guys enjoy Disneyland without worrying about us. Make sure to send lots of pics so we can live vicariously through you!"
With that, he clapped his hands together decisively. "Alright, I've got plans to make for Fugo's special day. Later, guys!" Narancia gave a quick wave before heading back upstairs to put his ideas into action.
Mista returned to look at the others "What does he mean with 'relaxation day'? Did he snap again?"
Abbacchio sighed "This place is going to be in Chaos with only these two in the House"
Bucciarati dropped his newspaper on the table "It is true that Fugo and Narancia argue with each other alot, but surprisingly they take care of each other. Ever since Narancia has joined, Fugo has taken care of him…in some cases even agressively"
The other three looked at each other as they realized that their Capo is looking around in the air
"Umm Buc-"
"It is decided!" The Capo snapped out of his Daydream. "We‘ll go to Disneyland tonight!"
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Upstairs, Narancia crept softly into their shared bedroom, careful not to wake Fugo. He approached the sleeping Italian, gazing at his peaceful face with a mix of affection and determination.
"Tomorrow's gonna be epic, babe," Narancia whispered, gently stroking Fugo's hair. "I've got everything planned out to make it the best relaxation day ever. Just you wait and see."
With one final tender kiss to Fugo's forehead, Narancia slipped out of the room, eager to start putting his promises into action.