We had found a plane. Narancia'a Aerosmith was checking the sky to make sure no one was with us, and Giorno was using Gold Experience to check the plane itself

"I don't feel anything resembling life energy aboard. There isn't even a single cockroach onboard. Nothing is alive" Giorno said

"Okay. We'll take this plane. Do not get close to any living creature or machinery whatsoever. After takeoff, we'll fly up to an altitudr of a few thousand to 10,00 meters at a speed of 800 kilometers per hour. Once we're flying at that speed, power, and distance, no long-distance operating Stand Users should be able to reach us. Our destination is the island of Sardinia. Flight time is about two hours" Bucciarati said. We all got onto the plane

"2 hours to do nothing" I said as I sat down. Mista stood next to me. I looked at him and an idea popped into my head

"Hey, I got an idea" I whispered to him. He leaned over

"What is it?" He whispered. I grabbed his hand as I got up, I basically dragged him with me

"Where are you two going?" Giorno asked

"Oh, I noticed something broken in the bathroom.. I need Mista's help" I lied

"You haven't even been in the bathroom" Fugo said

"Fugo, can you not take a hint?" Trish asked causing Fugo's jaw to drop

"B-B-Bathroom?" Mista asked as he got all red. Just as we were about to enter the bathroom, my plan was ruined

"Front left side! Someone is coming! He's coming here! Mista!" Narancia yelled. Mista let go of my hand and rushed outside. I rushed to Trish and took her to the bathroom

"You weren't the person I wanted to be in here with, however, duty calls" I said as I pulled out my Stand. Trish stared straight at it

"I saw that. You're a Stand User. You can see my Stand" I said. She slowly nodded

"What's your Stand look like?" I asked

"I don't know" She said as Loverboy began to emit an aroma. I was now perceived as Trish. I opened the cabinet under the sink

"I really hate doing this to you, but in you go- wait, actually I have a better idea" I said as I pulled out Loverboy

"I have a storage area in my Stand. If you'd like, I could put you there, there's plenty of stuff to do in there. Or you could go in that little cabinet" I said. She thought about it

"Put me in the Stand's storage" She said

"As you wish" I said. Loverboy went around and hugged Trish from behind. Next thing you know, she was gone. I had been to my own storage and it was like a house. Time didn't move there. Five minutes had passed and Fugo opened the bathroom

"The Stand User has been eliminated. You're free to deactivate your Stand" He told me. I nodded and deactivated. I then brought Trish back. She was smiling

"You have so many cool things in there!" She said

"A lot of it is shit I stole" I said as I smiled. We both walked out. All of us took seats. Oddly enough, Trish reminded me of the little sister I'd never had. There was something about her that made you want to protect her. The plane had taken off

"My father.. No. Your boss.. Do you think he will expect me to go to Sardinia to discover my past?" Trish asked

"Former. Our former boss. Naturally, he'll be anticipating us. That's why we mustn't waste a moment trying to figure out his past. I believe that when he met your mother on Sardinia, he wasn't part of a shady gang, but just a young man with nothing to hide. He joined the gang after meeting her. His real self is deep down. His real self from 15 years ago must be inside him somewhere. As his daughter, you should be able to find something. Something. Anything. Do you remember any small details from your mother's memories?" Bucciarati asked

"'Cala di Volpe'" Trish said as she looked out the window

"'Cala di Volpe'? 'The fox's tail'?" Bucciarati asked. Trish turned and looked at him

"It's a resort on the Emerald Coast. My mother mentioned she had gone there on vacation and met my father there. She also said he grew up on Sardinia. It seems that he spoke with a Sardinian accent. But when he disappeared, my mother didn't look for him. Without knowing his name, I don't know how to begin searching for him. Besides, all I know is simply what my mom told me" Trish said

"You're the only one connected to the Boss by blood. That's precisely why he's trying to eliminate you. Cala di Volpe, huh? We've narrowed our destination down" Bucciarati said

"Trish, you want to play a card game?" I asked as I held UNO cards in my hands

"Sure" She said. We were near the back so we both got out of our seats and sat on the ground. I began shuffling the deck. I then dealed the cards. I placed the first card down, and we began to play. That's when Mista and Giorno began making a fuss in the front

"You two, is something wrong?" Bucciarati asked

"Just come here" Mista said. Me and Trish dropped our cards as all of us except for Abbacchio gathered around. We saw bones and fingers in the refrigerator. We all stared with wide eyes. Mista explained what happened

"Giorno, you confirmed that there wasn't any life energy on this plane. Yet according to Mista, the three fingers he shot off have increased to four. Is it possible that the fingers have life energy?" Bucciarati asked. Giorno pulled out Gold Experience and punched the refrigerator, plants began to grow everywhere in the refrigerator. They grew out of the bones and flesh

"They're just bones. Just lifeless objects. If these were of a live Stand, my Gold Experience wouldn't be able to plant roots like this" Giorno said

"Maybe I'm seeing an extra finger because I was so shocked I made a mistake. But there's no doubt that there's something weird about this" Mista said

"I wonder how they got there" I said

"We don't know who or how they did it, but they placed this here on purpose. Throw them outside" Bucciarati said

"But it's dangerous to open the door now! The air pressure will suck us out like a rat being flushed down a toilet!" Narancia said

"Everyone, hold onto something" Bucciarati said. So we all did as told

"Sticky Fingers!" Bucciarati yelled. We were all holding onto something for dear life but nothing happened

"I guess you didn't have to hold onto anything" Bucciarati said. We all sighed in relief. Bucciarati threw the refrigerator out and the zipper disappeared

"Does anything else look odd? Check thoroughly!" Bucciarati demanded. Giorno was looking at the window

"I want to eat pizza too. A nice, simple margherita pizza back home in Naples.. This private jet is like a train station restroom. This is a rich man's plane? What the hell is this? 'The enemy's Stand is called Notorious B.I.G'. Who wrote this? When? Who the hell wrote this? What? These fingers.. It can't be. We threw the finger bones outside. I didn't even touch them! This thing wrote all that?" Giorno asked

"Dude, you are like monologuing, are you goo- What the fuck?!" I yelled as I stared at Giorno's forearm. It looked like cow meat shaped like fingers were growing out of his forearm, and it was moving

"Gold Experience! Cut off my right arm!" Giorno yelled but Gold Experience couldn't. Its arm looked just like Giorno's

"What's happening, Giorno?" Bucciarati asked

"Look at his fucking arm!" I yelled

"Hey!" Mista said

"Gold Experience!" Giorno yelled as Gold Experience used the other arm to cut off Giorno's arm but it moved. Mista shot at Giorno's arm causing it to come straight off

"You can make a new right arm soon, right, Giorno?" Mista asked as Giorno was now missing an arm. The bloody arm was on the ground

"What the hell is the meaning of this, Giorno? I don't understand" Bucciarati said

"This is the first Stand that goes beyond common sense. Since it's a Stand, then it's Master should be hiding somewhere, right?" Bucciarati asked

"The Stand User isn't here. He's already dead on the runway" Giorno said

"How is that even possible?" Fugo asked as all of our eyes went wide

"That man came to us to die. He came to send his Stand on automatic tracking and only his energy lived. The user died activating the Stand for the first time. Because the master isn't here, it can keep up with the jets speed" Giorno said

"But Giorno, it moves slowly. No, it stopped moving completely. Isn't it dead?" Narancia asked

"It can't move? No, Narancia. It's feeding, so there's no reason for it to move. I got too close. This thing's quick. My Sex Pistols have been absorbed, more than half of them" Mista said as he began to bleed

"Mista" I said worriedly

"Number Two! Number Three! Six! Seven!" Number One cried

"He doesn't mess around. Don't get close. Everyone, stay back" Mista said. I grabbed Trish and jumped back as Narancia ran towards Mista

"Mista!" Narancia yelled but stopped as the weird creepy thing got in his way

"Look out! Don't get close!" Bucciarati yelled

"Underestimatung us? Damn it! I don't need to get close, but my Aerosmith will blast you away from a distance!" Narancia yelled as Aerosmith began shooting at the creature. It moved up to defend. Then as Aerosmith flew around, it chased it. It had caught Aerosmith causing Narancia to scream in pain. Blood gushed out of him

"Narancia! Trish! Hide in the closet!" Bucciarati yelled. Trish turned around and began rushing to the closet. That's when the thing started following her

"What? Why is it after Trish now? Close the door quickly!" Bucciarati yelled

"I won't make it in time!" Trish yelled

"Trish!" Bucciarati yelled. Giorno had taken out Gold Experience

"It's futile!" Giorno yelled and suddenly the thing went and attacked Gold Experience. It was tracking our movements

"I've figured it out. It's detecting our movement. This Stand reacts to movement and attacks whatever moves first! The faster the target is, or if something moves at the same speed, it goes after that first" Giorno said. Then he punched a hole in the window. The air started getting sucked out. All of us grabbed onto the something. It was hard to breathe. Giorno slammed his arm onto the broken glass

"If I can throw this thing out with my left arm, we'll reach Sardinia safely! Everything will go according to plan!" Giorno yelled. This man was crazy

"Giorno, wait! If you lose both arms who will head your wounds? Transfer it to my arm! Transfer that Stand to me!" Bucciarati yelled as he held out his arm

"I won't make it in time, Bucciarati! It's crawling toward me!" Giorno yelled

"Stop!" Bucciarati yelled as Giorno lost his other arm. Bucciarati covered the hole and then caught Giorno

"Giorno!" Bucciarati yelled. It was bad. Mista, Narancia and Giorno were all out for the count and there was nothing we could do. Trish stood by me as Fugo checked on Narancia and Mista. Abbacchio was busy with Moody Blues in the head of the plane. Bucciarati was by Giorno. He had used Sticky Fingers to stop the bleeding

"This is awful. Before even arriving in Sardinia, Mista and Narancia too.. How could this be? If we hadn't been in this plane, maybe they wouldn't have been so badly wounded. I'm the one who suggested flying. I was naive" Bucciarati said

"No one could have predicted this. But because we're in a plane, you can't say that we've completely expelled the enemy either" Trish said

"Either way, they must be treated. Their injuries are serious. I'll put these three inside the turtle" Bucciarati said. I had Loverboy pick up Mista and Fugo got Narancia. Loverboy had put Mista in the turtle and Fugo got Narancia in. Bucciarati still had Giorno

"Wait. You said treat, but their injuries.. Both of Giorno's hands will heal, right? With Gold Experience's ability?" Trish asked

"Gold Experience and Sticky Fingers fight with their fists or use some touch to activate their abilities. This is the greatest damage that we've incurred until now. Giorno Giovanna has no hope of recovering. Possibly Mista and Narancia as well. Giorno can't do anything after losing his hands! Trish, rest a little. I'm going to tell Abbacchio what happened" Bucciarati said as he began to walk away with Giorno

"They'll be fine. I can just feel it" I said

"How can you think that?" Trish asked me

"Because my intuition told me so. My intuition is never wrong" I said. She didn't believe me, but she would soon understand

"I'm gonna go help Fugo with the others" I said as I began walking towards the turtle. I went inside and all three boys were on the couches. Every single one of them were out cold

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11/08/22