#|| drabble.

[paranoiico-blog]

The bullet pierces through flesh, shattering the fifth rib on the right side of his body and puncturing his lung, which lets out a hissing sound as the air pours from inside. The metal projectile continues on its trajectory, smashing through his shoulder blade and leaving a wide hole in his body as it exits, a spurt of blood and bone fragments following it. It embeds itself in the wall and the mafia don crumples to the floor, bleeding and gasping for air that rushes out of the hole in his lung. He gasps once, twice, then the life leaves his eyes and he is no more.

Diavolo sees it all before the would-be assassin’s finger reaches the trigger.

「 KING CRIMSON. 」

He almost smiles as the vision that had previously been a certainty now fades away, erased from time itself by a swipe of a crimson hand. Time begins to collapse as the hole in time is traversed. Green eyes witness the bullet flying from the gun, moving harmlessly through his body, and coming to a halt on the other side of him all at once. Diavolo moves swiftly, leaping upwards toward his foolish attacker as his ghostly guardian’s hand rises. Twin sets of teeth gnash as the final nonexistent moments draw to a close, and time starts to be again.

The last thing the hitman sees is the disdainful eye of his target before an unseen hand plows into the top of his skull, splitting the two halves of his brain from each other until his entire face has been bisected. A spurt of blood comes up from what used to be his throat before he falls down. The left half of his brain slips from its destroyed prison of bone, slithering onto the floor in a pool of blood and cerebrospinal fluid.

As the corpse makes contact with the floor, Diavolo makes three mental notes.

Find out which of his enemies was responsible for this attempt on his life. Dismember everyone they care about and make them watch their loved ones perish, then let them suffer the same fate.

Find whoever informed the aforementioned enemy about his location. Flay their skin off and make them eat it. Ensure that no one learns about the other safe houses.

Get a new rug. This one’s stained.

[paranoiico-blog]

Allow me to set a scene for you.

You’re a Stand user who’s been hired to perform an assassination contract on the kingpin of Passione. You’ve entered the building successfully due to your Stand ability, and have made your way to the Boss’s office. You pick the lock with expertise and open the door quietly, dagger in your hand as you make your way to the main desk in the center of the room- to find no one in the massive chair. You curse yourself, as he must have some sort of secret living quarters. You’ll need to search the place... And that’s when you see it, a pair, no two pairs of glowing green orbs floating in the darkness behind you for a split second, and then just like that, they’re gone.

But you’re not in the same place anymore. You’ve moved across the room, right to where the lights were supposed to be... How did that happen? You see your footprints on the carpet, yet you don’t remember taking those steps. For a moment, you panic. What the hell just happened?

And then a searing pain erupts from your chest, accompanied by a loud crunching noise. You look down and you can see a hand, clutching your still-beating heart, having punched a hole through your ribcage from behind. You turn your head and are met with something out of your nightmares. A two-faced monster, growling as two sets of teeth gnash at you and four multifaceted green eyes stare at your soon to be lifeless countenance. It begins to squeeze at your heart until it bursts in its hand, and both sets of teeth part in a silent pair of screams, the last thing you see before your vision fades and your world goes black.

[paranoiico-blog]

|| DONATELLA.

Solido Naso was nothing more than a lie. His name, his occupation, his background, all of it false. And yet, she fell in love with his personality; with the one thing that was the truth. It was a fast, careless, and fleeting love, but it was love for her... and for him too. Paranoia was the main reason why Diavolo wanted to erase the past, but there was still a part of him that was motivated by something else... regret.

Her name was Donatella Una, and she was beautiful in every sense of the word. A tourist from the mainland; she had met him in his home in Sardinia. They met in his adopted father’s church, and met outside after the mass. They played a little game, but she didn’t know she was playing it. The game was called ‘Two Lies and a Truth’. He told her he lived near the coast, that he was studying law, and that her eyes looked dazzling. Can you guess which one was real?

They talked for hours that day. He showed her all over the town, and he lied through his teeth when he did it. They walked along the coast, and he lied as he showed her the landmarks. He lied when they lay down on the sand and looked up at the stars. He lied again and again, over days, and weeks, and even months, but he never lied whenever he told her that he loved her.

However, that love made him careless. Shortly after they conceived Trish, his adopted father had seen them together and decided to build a garage so that his son could have a car and take her places. In doing so, he discovered the place where Diavolo had buried his mother. It all began to fall apart; all the carefully constructed lies were crumbling before his very eyes.

So what else could a boy do but scorch the earth and start anew?

He made sure that he was listed as a casualty of the fire that destroyed his hometown. But he knew that he couldn’t stay. People would recognize him. So he lied to Donatella one last time. He told her that he was coming back for her.

She died in a hospital bed, sick and feeble, and yet she still waited for him to come.

Solido Naso was a mask. And yet, she had done the one thing Diavolo could never forgive himself for... She loved the man behind the lie until the day she died.