Chapter 64: Saving the Enemy
Like all gangsters who went astray at an early age, Narancia had a very bad childhood.
Naranjia's mother died early, his father was domestically violent, and he was neglected and abused. He dropped out of school early and wandered the streets. Eventually, he was betrayed and framed by a gangster he trusted, and was tragically sent to a juvenile detention center.
Because of this, he witnessed the darkest moment of his life at the age of 14.
At this moment, Bucciarati appeared.
Bucciarati took in the homeless Narancia, treated him to pasta, helped him treat his eye disease, and urged him to stay away from the gangs and go home to study hard.
But after experiencing such a complicated life, Narancia can no longer go back.
He regarded the man who saved his life as a god, and tried every possible means to pass the trial, join the organization, and serve his "idol".
Because of Bucciarati, Narancia became powerful.
As long as Bucciarati wants to do something, whether it's fighting or killing, he can do it.
But, it was also because of Bucciarati…
Because of that strong and gentle man, Narancia, who fell into darkness and had blood on his hands at a young age, always kept a light in his heart.
Unfortunately, that light is now killing him.
"Shoot the gas tank and the guy in the car will be killed."
"If I don't shoot, I will be killed by the virus."
“How should I choose?”
At the moment of life and death, Narancia faced such a difficult choice.
If it weren't for the light in my heart, as a mafia member, this problem shouldn't be a problem at all.
But he died on it.
“ Why didn’t you shoot?”
Looking at Narancia, who was trembling and turning purple due to the virus, Giorno asked with a moved expression:
"Are you familiar with the guy in the car?"
"No…"
Giorno took a closer look at Mista lying on the car:
"Although I don't know why this guy is here, but as far as I know, he should be just a passerby who has nothing to do with the mafia."
"yes…"
Narancia gasped heavily:
"I don't even know him."
"He just offended us for some reason, so he was knocked unconscious and brought here."
Hearing this, Giorno's eyes became more complicated:
"So not only does he have nothing to do with you, he can barely be considered your enemy."
"So…"
“Why didn’t you shoot?”
"If you shoot and blow up the fuel tank and kill this outsider, won't you and your companions survive?"
"I...I don't know either! Ahem...Ahem..."
Naranja coughed violently, and the blood from the corner of his mouth became more and more obvious:
"Don't ask me such complicated questions."
"I have had a bad brain since I was young. I couldn't understand what I was learning at school, and I would make my father unhappy at home. When I was a gangster, I would be foolish enough to be deceived..."
"I'm such a clumsy person that I wouldn't think that much..."
"You ask me why?"
"I didn't think about anything, I just did it without thinking!"
As he spoke, he completely lost the strength to support his body and fell to the ground helplessly like a slug about to melt in the sun.
"Hey, hey... Narancia."
"You're still talking about me...Aren't you the dumbest guy in this story?"
"You can definitely survive..."
Fugo laughed and cursed weakly, but his voice gradually faded into nothingness just like his gradually fading life.
Similarly, the light in Narancia's eyes gradually faded.
The virus was devouring the lives of both of them, and even disgusting and horrible herpes had appeared on their deformed bodies.
And just at this moment…
"You said before that this purple poisonous smoke is a 'virus'?"
Giorno asked so suddenly.
"kindness."
Fugo responded subconsciously, but immediately closed his mouth.
His life was almost over, and he just wanted to die with less effort.
However, Giorno only used a few words to bring him back to his last moments:
"If it's a virus, I might be able to save you."
As he spoke, Golden Experience emerged from the void and walked cautiously towards Fuge and Narancia.
“Mudamudamuda!”
The golden fist shadow was swung towards Narancia, or to be more precise , towards the red scarf on Narancia's head.
This ordinary red headscarf was infused with powerful vitality. In just a moment, it turned into a small snake that was swinging its tail, spitting out its tongue, and coiled on Narancia's head.
"W-What are you doing?!"
Narancia couldn't accept the weird feeling of having a snake growing on his head.
If he hadn't been completely out of strength, he would have wanted jump up from the ground and kill someone.
But Giorno said calmly:
"Did you see that?"
"This snake was born from you, the 'source of disease'. Even if it comes into close contact with the virus, it can still survive."
He ordered Golden Experience to slowly lift up the snake:
"Do you know what this means?"
Naranja: “???”
"I see!" Fugo's pupils suddenly shrank: "It's 'immunity'!"
"Animals in nature can evolve to adapt to the environment and survive even in places where humans cannot."
"This snake... This snake was born from an area infected with the virus, so it has evolved natural immunity against this killer virus!"
"And from the cells or blood of immune organisms..."
"We can extract serum that can stop the virus from multiplying further!"
"That's right."
Giorno gave Fugo an approving look, and then ordered Golden Experience:
“Golden experience!”
"Extract the serum from this snake's blood and inject it into these two guys!"
The words just fell, and I don’t know why…
Golden Experience first poked a drop of blood from the little snake's body with lightning speed, and then used his fingers that were like medical syringes to inject the fresh blood into Fuge and Narancia's bodies in turn.
“Aaaaaaa…”
Fugo and Narancia, who were injected with the virus serum, immediately let out howls of pain.
However, in this excruciating pain, their pale, blood-losing faces suddenly turned rosy.
At the same time, the terrible herpes growing on their skin quickly subsided, and their breathing and blood circulation became smoother.
"Really...really cured?"
“We survived!”
Fuge and Narancia once again experienced the excitement of escaping death.
After the subconscious excitement, they couldn't help but look at Giorno at the same time:
"Curly hair..."
"Why did you save us?"
"We almost killed your enemy several times!"
"indeed."
"Based on the murderous intent you showed me, it wouldn't be a pity even if you died from the virus festering all over your body."
Giorno's voice remained calm, his eyes clear as water: "But..."
He looked at Fugo and Naranja with his bright and brilliant eyes, and a rare smile appeared on the corners of his mouth:
"You mentioned the name 'Bucciarati' before. Apparently, you are his companions."
"For some inexplicable reason, I need to ask this man for help."
"but…"
Giorno said another but:
"Bucciarati is not that important to me. I won't be so kind just because of a name."
"It was you who really made me choose to save you."
"To be precise, it's this guy playing with the airplane - he has an instinct, an instinct that makes his body move before his brain thinks."
"A guy with this kind of instinct will not be a bad guy no matter what his identity or position is."
“So, this gave me a hunch…”
He stepped forward and slowly extended his hand:
"Naranja, Fugo."
"Perhaps we can become companions."
