Today's @whumptober had been a long time coming--every year I vote for organ theft just so I could write this Mista fic and it finally came up XD Sorry Mista, it just fits too well.
Prompts Used: Alt Prompt. Organ Theft
Fandom: JoJo's Bizarre Adventure Part 5
Character: Mista
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Mista finds out the hard way just how dangerous the dating pool can be
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Mista finds out the hard way just how dangerous the dating pool can be
“It’s been a lovely evening, hasn’t it?”
Mista grinned at the woman sitting in the passenger seat of his car. He still couldn’t believe he’d scored a date with someone like Rosella. “Yeah, it really has.”
He screamed at himself internally, trying to think of something cool to say. Trying to decide what to do. Should he kiss her? Was that okay for a first date? God he was so bad at this!
Rosella reached down and grabbed her purse from the floor of the car before setting her hand on the door handle.
“I guess it’s time to say goodnight,” she said before coyly turning a look toward Mista. “Are you…going to walk me to my door?”
Hell yes he was. Mista was out of the car and opening the door for her in an instant, handing her out before walking up to the front door of the house side by side.
“It’s a nice place,” he commented, even as he frowned because—well, it was kind of a dump, actually.
He didn’t want to say it, but it looked sort of abandoned…
She paused at the door, looking for her key in her clutch. “I hope we can do this again, Guido.”
“Me too—hey, uh…maybe next Friday?”
“I’ll let you know,” she said as she finally retrieved her key and unlocked the door, opening it with a creak into the darkness of the house.
Something suddenly felt very wrong, Mista’s instincts picking up on it.
“Hey, Rosella—”
He stepped toward her, hand outstretched…
***
Mista came to suddenly with a ragged gasp, surging upright in an almost comical way, like one of those zombie movies.
He was freezing, and, no wonder, because he was sitting in a bathtub.
In ice water.
“W-what the h-hell?” he muttered, teeth chattering.
He struggled to get up but he kept slipping, limbs frozen and stiff. He tried to summon Sex Pistols but everything felt fuzzy. He must have been drugged as well.
He finally managed to roll himself out of the bath, hitting the floor hard. His clothes had been stripped off, but they lay in a pile nearby. Maybe his phone was still there.
As he crawled in the direction of his pants, his body began to warm up, allowing him to become aware of a dull ache in his side.
Mista groaned, slumping against the wall, panting as he slid his hand down to his side.
Several sutures held together a hole in his flesh. Mista began to panic.
“The hell? What the hell?”
His ears started to ring as vague memories began to flood back in, flashing in snatches through his clouded mind.
***
As soon as Mista stepped into the house, shadowed figures surged toward him. A bag was thrust over his head and he was instantly knocked out.
When he next came to, he was strapped to a table. Everything felt numb and he struggled weakly, cringing away from the lights blaring above him.
“Ro-Rosella…”
“Don’t worry, sweetie, I’m perfectly fine.”
She came into view, wearing a stained coat and carrying a tray of tools.
“What are you—?”
“Don’t take it personally, Guido, it’s just business. A girl has to make a living, you know. You’ll wake up just fine in the morning. Call a friend to come pick you up.”
She leaned over the table and pressed her lips to his, meeting his eyes as she pulled away. “It really was a nice date.”
She injected him with something and things started to go hazy. Mista tried to cling to consciousness, but he couldn’t stop himself from drifting away…
***
Mista tried to keep himself from panicking. He could not believe this had happened to him. He’d actually had his freaking kidney stolen.
He never even believed those urban legends—well, for the most part anyway. Was he really that bad with women? She stole his kidney!
He crawled the rest of the way to his clothes, rummaging through them until he found his phone. He could barely snap it open with his shaking fingers and dial Giorno’s number.
The ring tone went on forever until a sleepy voice finally answered, “Mm, what is it?”
“G-Giorno.”
“Mista? Are you okay?”
He swallowed hard. “N-No. Giorno…I think I’m in really big trouble.”
***
He wasn’t sure how long it was before Giorno and Fugo showed up with a cooler. Mista nearly teared up upon seeing them.
“Guys…”
Giorno knelt beside him, opening the cooler. “I’ve had Gold Experience grow you a new kidney on the way here,” he said as if this was just a casual Tuesday night—and not a Tuesday night in which Mista had gotten his kidney stolen.
“I can’t believe this happened.”
“I’ll admit, even I’m surprised it actually escalated to this,” Fugo said, arms folded over his chest as he watched balefully. “First you had that girl sneak out on you, then the one that stole your wallet—there was the one who ghosted you entirely—and now this woman who is apparently working for the black market organ trade. It’s honestly impressive just how bad of a judge of character you are when it comes to women.”
“You don’t have to rub it in!” Mista snarled.
“It is kind of a worrying pattern,” Giorno muttered as Gold Experience materialized and picked up the kidney from the cooler before reaching toward Mista. “This might hurt a little,” Giorno warned.
Mista leaned back against the wall and clenched his jaw as the Stand replaced his missing organ. He decided he was swearing off dating for a long, long time.
“How do I get better about picking women?”
He glanced at the two other young men staring at him. “Oh yeah, I forgot who I’m asking, never mind.”
Fugo scoffed. “Maybe thinking with your upstairs brain is a good place to start.”
Giorno patted him on the shoulder. “Don’t worry, I’m sure you’ll find the right girl someday, Mista.”
He sighed as they helped him up and into his clothes before letting him lean on them as they led him to the car.
They drove in silence for a while, Mista leaning against the car door, exhausted.
“Do the others—” he finally began hesitantly.
“Oh they’re waiting eagerly for you to get back and explain why Giorno and I left in the middle of the night with a freshly minted kidney,” Fugo said with some sadistic pleasure.
Mista moaned and sank down against the seats. “This night just gets worse and worse.”
“You forgot something, Mista,” Giorno added. “This was the fourth date in a row.”
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Wow, so this one gave me a lot of trouble, but I think I did okay in the end. Picking a triad was the main problem, and once I settled that it came pretty easily. Thank you for your help, @mangaraven.
OT3 for this drabble: Inara/Mal/Nandi from Firefly.
“Oh, you have got to be kidding me. I told you this was a bad idea, Mal.” Inara ducked down behind the overturned dining table and glared at the man currently returning fire over the edge of the table.
“A bad- This was your idea!” Mal snapped back, taking his eyes off the Alliance thugs currently pouring into the fancy restaurant. Gunfire answered his sudden lapse, and he returned his attention to picking them off one by one from behind his makeshift cover.
“It was not!” Inara yelped, offended.
A bullet shattered the edge of the table and sent shrapnel flying into Mal’s shoulder and making him curse in rapid-fire Chinese. Inara joined him, while also pulling him towards her side of the table, which was less damaged. “You said-” Mal began, voice low now that they were all but pressed together, knocking knees and sharing breath as they huddled behind their paltry shelter. “You said you wanted to do something classy, so I took the two o’ you somewhere classy.”
Inara gaped at him. “I- That wasn’t-” She tried to protest.
“Through that door, now.” Mal barked, and Inara went, trusting his judgement. She heard him covering her with more gunshots, and she made it to the doorway through to the kitchens unscathed. She almost ran into Nandi, who caught her by the arms and grinned at her.
“Nice of you to join me.” She teased, swooping in for quick kiss. Inara rolled her eyes fondly, and let Nandi nudge her out of the way, so that she could create cover for Mal to make his escape from the overly crowded dining room too. Inara swallowed down her guilt, because she had made a comment about wishing they could do something a bit more classy than candle-lit picnics in the bridge. Mal, the stupid, sweet man, had taken her seriously and brought them here, and put them in the Alliance’s cross-hairs.
Mal ducked into the room, cursing, and Nandi lowered her gun in favour of throwing something back into the dining room. “What was-” Inara began warily.
“Take cover!” Nandi advised through a wild girn.
Inara gaped at her lover, hardly daring to believe what logic was telling her Nandi had just done. Mal was less shocked, and hustled both women into a corner impressively quickly, chivalrously covering them both with his own body. He was grinning, which kind of made Inara want to punch him, or possibly kiss him, she couldn’t quite decide.
The last word was drowned out by the explosion, and a wall of force and heat slammed into them, even in their protected little corner behind some of the industrial cooking appliances that populated the kitchen. Inara ducked her head against Nandi’s shoulder to protect her face, and felt the other woman hiding similarly against her hair.
“Since when do you carry explosives?” Mal asked Nandi appreciatively.
“Since my lover decided Alliance central was a great idea for a date.” Nandi shot back as if it should be obvious. Mal adopted a wounded expression and opened his mouth, likely to protest, once again, that it had been Inara’s idea. Instead of letting him, Inara kissed him quiet, partly in apology and partly in gratitude, and partly just because he was kind of cute when he tried to look all wronged and hard-done-by.
“How about we get back to the ship before we settle in for a discussion about appropriate date locations, hmm?” Inara suggested pointedly, once she was sure Mal wasn’t going to continue arguing the moment she let him have his tongue back. She got to her feet before he could answer, and headed for the door.
“Good plan.” Nandi agreed, following her after pecking Mal on the cheek.
“Women.” Mal huffed, but he didn’t sound half as aggravated as he obviously intended to. Inara glanced over her shoulder at Nandi, caught the wicked gleam in the other woman’s eye, and had to hide her smile.
Great blog! Can I have the third one from the date gone wrong prompts for yamamoto? Thank you ^^
ANON ITS HERE FINALLY LOL I love Takeshi,,, so much he’s my son,,, baby. and thank you!!anyway rest in pieces reader also this prompt reminded me of a tumblr post where they thought they just struggled with seafood only to find out they were allergic. that’s the reader
prompt: dates gone wrong (you have an allergic reaction and we had to rush you to ER, and I may have cried on the way there)
Eat the fish, you’d said. It’ll be fine, you’d said. You won’t die, you’d said. You did eat the fish, it wasn’t fine.
You’d truly, honestly thought maybe you’d be able to get away with eating a little bit of sushi without having too severe of a reaction; maybe an off stomach, cramps, this and that.
That had not been the case, however, and you were now in a hospital bed.
“You should’ve told me you were allergic to seafood!”
Being the one to be reprimanded by Takeshi almost made you feel like a child. It wasn’t often he ever needed to scold someone, so being on the receiving end of it made you feel not only awful, but stupid as hell.
“I thought I’d be fine if it was only a little...!”
The look on his face really drilled in just how dumb you sounded. For as little as he scolded people, he questioned people’s actions even less. He was one to let people do what they wanted, so for him to think your actions were stupid really said something.
“I’m sorry...! I’d been avoiding it for so long because I didn’t want to upset you or your dad,” you mumbled, pushing your fingers together. “So I knew I had to at some point...”
Takeshi’s shoulders slumped at this, his expression softening. He couldn’t help but laugh a little at the entire situation. You were fine now and you’d be able to leave in an hour or so, so it was fine to laugh it off.
“Seriously...” He grabbed your hands and bent over the bed to see your face a little more directly. “You’re cute. Just try not to do something like that again, okay?”
“Ahh, I’m sorry, Yamamoto-kun... I usually have an epipen on me, too; I’m not sure what happened to it...”
Your eyes narrowed a little, and he blinked at the sudden suspicious look on your face.
“Are your eyes red?”
He was quiet before bringing a hand up to his eyes. “Are they?” They had been a little sensitive, and he knew he had teared up just a little on the ambulance trip to the hospital.
“Did you cry? Aw, Yamamoto-kun, don’t worry! I’m okay!”
“Ah...” Takeshi smiled crookedly at this, his head tilting. “Well, you did just start swelling up and couldn’t breathe, so...”
“Right.”
“Because you ate raw fish when you know you’re allergic to seafood.”
“Yes, I did.”
You snorted after a second of silence. “Again, I’m sorry.”
Takeshi rubbed your head gently, nodding once. He was a little touched you’d put your health and life on the back burner just to try and make him and his father happy. It was utterly stupid, but thoughtful.
“If it makes you feel any better, it did taste good before I couldn’t breathe.”
He couldn’t even try and hold back his laugh this time, his shoulders shaking.
“That’s good to hear. You can tell dad when we leave.”
prompt: dates gone wrong (got in a fistfight with the waiter who insulted you)
You couldn’t remember exactly how you’d ended up here; maybe it was the waiter making a dig at what you were eating, or how much of it instead, or something along those lines. Still, you now had a fuming boyfriend, a bleeding waiter, and an audience.
“H-Hey, Gokudera-kun, come on...! You didn’t have to-!”
“Fuck that! What’s he doing, thinking he’s allowed to talk about you like that?!”
He shouldn’t have. Really, speaking about a customer like that... How unprofessional, and above all else, rude as hell.
It was all good and well to have Hayato try and defend you, but...
“What the hell is your problem?! Who just punches someone like that?! Are you nuts?!”
“Do you want another one?!”
You’d be lucky if you got let go with a simple ban, assuming he didn’t get arrested instead.
With a loud noise, you grabbed both of Hayato’s wrists and lowered them. It was nice that he’d let you, since he could stop you if he felt like it.
“Seriously, it’s okay! We can just leave, or go somewhere else!”
Hayato shot you a look at this. He didn’t seem to agree.
Before he could argue your offer, or threaten the waiter any more, there was a yell from another man. He was dressed slightly nicer than the waiter, and with what little attention for him that you had, you figured he was probably a manager.
“What’s going on here?”
“Your shit ass staff decided he’d be a prick and insult a customer!”
“So you punched me?!”
“Should’ve done more!”
God almighty. His sense of justice was awfully skewed sometimes. Sweet as it may have been sometimes, it really just went off whenever he felt like it.
With some more arguing, and useless intervention from you, the two of you were all but thrown out and banned. Your meal was free to compensate for the waiter being so rude, and Hayato seemed smug that he’d most likely be fired.
“You didn’t have to punch him, you know.”
“Che, someone needs to stand up for you.”
How sweet.
“I appreciate it, but punching him was a bit...”
“He’s probably done that to heaps of people. He deserved it.”
“Maybe, but...”
You watched curiously when he grabbed your hand and sped up, grumbling about this and that. Something about a ‘stupid idiot’ and ‘expensive ass fish’.
“Where are we off to, exactly?”
“Somewhere where their staff won’t bloody insult their customers!”
Hello! If you're still doing the date prompts, could I aks for either the "it's hard to take you on dates bc ur too cute" or the "I'm famous, my fans keep ruining our dates, why are u still here" prompt for Dino? He's my favorite too!
anon you gave me a chance to write smth with angst in it and I’m sorry but it’s my forte and smth I write quite a bit I’m SORRY BUT I GOPE YOU LIKE I also chose the second prompt!! except, instead of “fans”, it’s sort of enemies and admirers and work hah
warnings: some angst, mentions of weapons and violence ish
prompt: dates gone wrong (they’re famous and your dates are basically ruined by fans [enemies/admirers/work], how do you put up with them?)
How did you put up with him?
He just wanted to take you on a date, one you very much deserved. Being a boss meant he was gone quite often, or cooped away in his office working. Despite this, you worked so hard to help him, and make sure he was still staying healthy and sleeping.
You really deserved just one nice date. Just one.
Yet...
“Seriously, I’m so sorry!”
Your lips pulled back a little at needing to run in your shoes; they were nice and new and not meant for running of any kind. But when he looked back, you squeezed his hand tight and immediately smiled.
His chest tightened. How could you do that? Just smile your way through all the shit his job put you through. You deserved better than this. Better. Better.
“Trust me, it’s gonna be okay.”
“Of course it is. It’s you protecting me.”
What did he do to meet you? He must have been some saint in his past life if it decided to give him you while being a sinner in this one.
Upon running through the streets and alleys of Italy, away from men in suits with all kinds of weapons and the intent to kidnap and kill, you two could finally rest once you lost them behind a small, unassuming bakery.
Still holding his hand, you dropped down onto the stone step that led to the backdoor of the bakery, chest heaving and throat stinging. You could run, but you wouldn’t say you were the fittest out there.
You dropped your head in exhaustion, free hand trembling as you brought it up to push your hair out of your face.
You looked so small and tired, and Dino felt guilt rush through him.
He crouched down, waving at you gently. “Hey... You alright? Romario will be here soon to get us, don’t worry.”
“Ah... I-I’m fine, don’t worry...!”
You tried smiling at him, and his frown deepened. He lowered his gaze to your feet. He could see how you avoided putting pressure on them.
“Are your feet okay? Those shoes don’t look comfortable.”
“Huh? Oh, really, I’m fine! You don’t have to worry, Dino-!” You cut yourself short when you saw his expression, and your shoulders slumped. With a nod, you let him pull your shoes off.
You’d gone with very low socks so they wouldn’t show, but they’d mostly slipped down your heels in the midst of your running. There were definitely going to be blisters.
“We’ll be able to tend to these when we get back.”
“Dino, are you okay?”
He looked up, a little startled at your question. You looked so concerned, and the guilt he felt doubled.
“Well...” Did he really have to dump this on you? It was his own problem.
“You can always be honest with me, you know. It’s okay.”
He purses his lips, struggling to find the words.
“You... Because of my title, I can never just treat you to something nice,” he blurted. “It always gets ruined. I get called for work, I’m clumsy and mess up, other women try interrupting, people try attacking like today, or I can’t even take you out.”
He waved his hands around a little wildly, his expression becoming frazzled. “It must be so hard for you to be with me, right? I’m sorry. I just want to do something for you and make you happy. How do you put up with me?”
Once he held your gaze, he physically jumped at the sight of tears. “Ah, no, don’t cry! I’m sorry-!”
You slapped your hands on his cheeks, shutting him up, and sniffed.
“Why would you think... that I hate you for that? I’m happy with anything you do for me!” You squished his cheeks together. “I love being able to spend time with you no matter what!”
“So, don’t apologise! I love you! Your title as boss and everything that comes with it!”
You let out a soft noise when he dived forward and wrapped his arms around you. You tried to look down at him, but was only met with blond. You let out a soft breath and pet his hair comfortingly.
“It’s okay... I promise. It doesn’t have to be extravagant, or super romantic. Doing anything with you is okay, even if it’s at the estate.”
“I promise I’ll give you a good date,” he mumbled. He pulled back and huffed gently when you pulled the corners of his lips up. He swatted at your hands before catching them and holding them tightly, making an effort to smile if only to ease your heart.
“Thank you, my love. When we get back, I’ll make sure we can do something together, okay? Just us.”
Hiya!!! Thank you for fixing the anon button! Can I have the 5th date prompt with Gokudera ( the one about havin a bad date and water is dumped on their head) thank you!!!!
aaaa thank you for reminding me!! I’m everyone choosing Hayato and Dino right now omg taste,,
prompt: dates gone wrong (you’re on a shitty blind date and they get fed up with them and dump water on their head. they ask you to go with them and you accept)
“You know, I think-“
“You suggested the dumb idea. I don’t want to hear what you think.”
Takeshi closed his mouth before huffing out a soft laugh, peering over Hayato’s head to see how you were doing.
You had gone out on a blind date with someone; not of your own will, but because Kyoko and Haru had insisted. Not wanting to let them down since you were the one who’d complained about being single, you relented and went along with it.
Now, Takeshi mused, that should be the end of it, but they’d gone to him for help to get Hayato involved in the entire situation. Neither of the three were too sure if anything would work out, but they’d decided to try.
It was a matter of commitment at this point.
Hayato slung an arm over the back of his chair, turning his head to try and listen a little better to what your date was saying.
Because of his hair, he’d taken to wearing a hoodie to cover it up. It was muffling a bit of his hearing, but he could tell this date sounded so obnoxious. There was no way you were enjoying it.
“Haha, you look really suspicious.”
He glared sharply at Takeshi’s remark, earning a smile in return. He was so close to knocking him out.
“God forbid you just shut up... Christ.”
Takeshi went to reply, but stopped and leant to the side to blatantly watch how you started shuffling in your seat a little uncomfortably. That definitely wasn’t right.
He would’ve gotten up himself, but Hayato beat him to it, pushing his chair out with a rather loud screech across the tiled floor.
It got some attention, and your eyes lit up upon spotting him. “Gokudera-kun? What are you doing here?”
Hayato waved very, very vaguely at Takeshi, with a poor excuse of ‘lunch’ before he pointed at your date.
“You look like you’re making them uncomfortable, y’know. Don’t think I’ve ever heard someone as self absorbed as you are.”
It took a moment for both of you to react, and while you were surprised, your date immediately reacted with anger.
“What the hell was that, bastard? I don’t wanna hear anything from some prick with no manners! Wearing a hood inside and interrupting someone else’s date; get a hobby.”
What a stupid thing to get upset over, Hayato thought warily. The hood shouldn’t have been such a big deal.
You stood and set a hand on the table, frowning and brows furrowing. “Don’t speak about him like that.”
“He’s an ass and is interrupting-“
Hayato let out a pretty exaggerated noise, grabbing your glass of water and waving it around with little care of the mess he made.
“You should learn to shut up.”
“Gokudera-kun, what are you doing?”
You had reason to be suspicious; Hayato wasn’t the type to just do things without reason.
You were terribly right, too.
There was some loud swearing when Hayato tossed the water at your date’s face, not blinking once despite the increasing amount of swears and insults.
“Whoops. Shit, fuck me and my clumsiness,” he drawled lowly. He glanced at you and set the glass down.
“Well, damn. Guess they have to go home and get changed or something. Can’t leave you alone.”
Huh?
He snorted lowly at your confused face, and held out a hand.
Oh. He wanted to take you somewhere. Hah. He did have game, it seemed, however unconventional it may have been.
You grabbed his hand with a wide grin, eyes crinkling up. “That’s a shame. Oh, you were going to pay, right? Sorry!”
You let Hayato drag you off, and for a second you remembered Takeshi and went to ask as you pointed over his shoulder, but he tugged you forward a little harder.
prompt: dates gone wrong (got in a fistfight with the waiter who insulted you)
He was probably very lucky he was in Japan and not Italy when deciding to throw a punch at a waiter, but he felt it was deserved anyway.
“Woah, Dino, what are you doing?!”
Maybe if he’d given you time, you would’ve tripped the waiter up or something, but he’d move so fast it had actually startled you a little.
Seriously, commenting on someone’s appearance like that was out of hand and unprofessional on so many levels, especially within earshot.
However, it was so, so very rare Dino would ever lose his cool like that, and you almost didn’t know what to do to calm him down.
“Dino, come on...!”
“He had no right to say that about you!”
“Absolutely not, but you didn’t need to punch him, either!”
There was some grumbling from the blond as the waiter stumbled off to tend to his broken nose. He eventually decided and dropping some money on the table, taking your hand, and leaving.
You had to walk faster than usual to keep up with him, huffing a little at the odd pace. He was taller than you, and had larger strides than you.
“Slow down, at least! Hah, you know you can’t just go around punching people, right? You’re a boss, you know! Romario’s going to scold you for lashing out.”
Dino’s shoulders seemed to slump slightly at this, and when he slowed for you to walk side by side, you could see him pouting childishly.
“But what he said seriously pissed me off, so...! Who says that?”
You listened to him ramble about manners, how it wouldn’t fly if they were in Italy, how maybe he was lucky he’d lashed out in Japan instead where no one of importance would see him, about how he’d do it again anyway even if they did.
You wrapped one arm around his waist, which immediately caught his attention, and then rested a hand on his chest. You peered you at him, eyes wide.
“Even if it was kind of stupid, Dino, you did look kind of cool.” You smiled a little when he blushed a little at the compliment, and squeaked when you both stumbled because of his foot catching a lift in the footpath.
“Ah, be careful...!”
“I am, I am!” Dino slung an arm around your shoulders and tugged you closer to his side, huffing loudly and obnoxiously. “Romario shouldn’t even get that mad! It was for you!”
“Well, I guess since it was for me, I can defend you if he does.”
