Narancia immediately summoned Aerosmith and launched an attack on the soup bowl, shattering it. "Fugo!," Buccellati called out, "Get Trish inside Coco Jumbo!" Rarity had managed to tag the mysterious shark fin with a crystal. "Whatever it is, it's still here," she mused, "But it's moving sporadically." Narancia suddenly cried out in pain as the shark Stand leapt out of his spoon, which still had soup in it, and tore off his tongue. It then dove into the soup spilled onto the ground before moving to a nearby water bottle, shifting size as it did.

"Damn!," Fugo called out, "Whatever it was just tore out Narancia's tongue!" "It's moving through liquids!," Rarity realized, "Somehow it can move from one body of liquid to another!" "Narancia's not breathing," Giorno said, "I can make a new tongue but it'll take time." "Then let's make some," Rarity said, getting out a pen. She quickly jabbed it into Narancia's windpipe, then removed the inkwell, creating a hole Narancia could breathe through. "Good thinking Rarity," Giorno said, "I'll use the inkwell to fashion Narancia a new tongue." Up top, someone was watching them, the shark Stand contained in a glass of water.

The man's name was Squalo, a member of Passione working for the boss directly, and the shark was his Stand Clash. With him with was his boyfriend Tiziano, also a member. "So those are the new members the boss mentioned," Tiziano said, "The boss said they were resourceful, and dangerous to confront." "Anyone that can take out the boss on first meeting is definitely one to keep an eye on," Squalo noted, "Like the heads of our drug ring, for example. The difference is Rarity apparently has reason to overthrow the boss, supposedly for her boyfriend Giorno's sake."

He looked at Clash. "I thought I could get the job done alone, but as always it seems I'll need your help, Tiziano." Tiziano smiled. "Not to worry. Don't take this the wrong way, but I didn't expect things to be so easy, so I already set up my own Stand, Talking Head, inside Narancia's mouth. We'll take them down one by one, using Narancia as our pawn." They didn't notice the crystal still stuck in Clash's scales.

Narancia had finally recovered, the new tongue properly fused to his body. "A shame we're not in Japan right now," Rarity said, "I've heard rumors of a Stand capable of fully repairing wounds. Or anything in general." "You gonna be alright, Narancia?," Fugo asked. "Yeah," Narancia replied, his voice still a little raspy, "I saw what happened, it was some sort of gigantic Stand that came out of nowhere. I think it rounded the corner." The group blinked.

'Okay, that was not what I meant to say,' Narancia said, 'Not to mention... That was a terrible lie. We all saw the shark in the soup, and Rarity should have tracked it elsewhere.' "Something's not right," Rarity said, "We should have seen something that huge, and Art of the Dress is still tracking the crystal. It didn't go anywhere near the corner Narancia mentioned." Fugo quickly yanked open Narancia's mouth, and lifted his tongue. "There's something slithering in there... I think we may have more than one enemy to deal with."

"If it's making Narancia tell lies," Abbacchio said, "Then let's try doing the opposite of anything he suggests until we can resolve the issue." "If talking's no good," Fugo said, "Try writing what you know." He handed Narancia a pen and paper. Unfortunately, all Narancia could write was nonsense. "This isn't gonna help," Mista said, "Whatever this new Stand is, it's making it so Narancia can't make any sense." "Well, we know the first Stand can move through liquids of all kinds," Buccellati noted, "So until we can track the user, we should avoid large bodies of water."

"Good luck with that in Venezia!," Mista reminded him. "Calm down," Rarity said, "Don't forget my Art of the Dress is still tracking the Stand. Me and Narancia will try tracking him down. If we can get a clean shot on the Stand, we can use that to track the user. Think you can pull this off, Narancia?" "I doubt I'll be able to pull it off (You can count on me!)," Narancia said. "Excellent," Rarity said.

"Something's off," Tiziano said, "Even though Talking Head is working, they're not listening to Narancia. In fact, they're doing the opposite of what he's saying. You'd think six people scratching their heads..." "Seven people," Squalo corrected him. Tiziano looked at him. "Seven?" "Clash is counting seven people," Squalo explained. Tiziano looked at the group, and his eyes widened. "Something's off! What's Fugo doing still with the group!? The boss calculated Fugo's loyalty to the gang is too strong!"

"What's the big deal?," Squalo asked, "So the boss miscalculated. He's still human in the end." "The big deal is Fugo is a rationalist," Tiziano clarified, "And he tends to ground the eccentricities of the others, when he's not blowing up at them for their stupidity." "Hold up," Squalo said, "It looks like Narancia and Rarita split off. Are they looking for Clash? They can't be using Aerosmith for this, Stands don't breath so there's no carbon dioxide to track."

"Come to think of it," Tiziano said, "The boss mentioned Rarita's Stand, Art of the Dress, can track people using the crystals it grows, and that includes Stands." "Yeah, but my Stand's remote," Squalo said dismissively, "Even if they find it, they won't necessarily find me." Just then, injuries started appearing all over his body as bullet holes. He coughed up blood as Tiziano held him. "Squalo!" "Damn it...,"Squalo wheezed, "I think I know what they're doing... They want to make it easier to track us... Make my breath more ragged..."

"Well it won't work so easily," Tiziano assured him, "There's a soccer game going on in the plaza, so there's a lot of ragged breaths. Just in case let's move away from here. Where's your Stand?" "I moved it to a well in the plaza," Squalo said, "But it's sealed off right now, and there's no other water source for several meters." As they moved, they heard Narancia's voice call out, "Found you!" "What!?," Squalo said in shock. "Calm down," Tiziano said, "I can see him from here, but he's still searching through the crowd. Don't forget my Stand is still attached to him, so he can only tell lies."

But then he gasped when he saw something. Narancia's tongue, Talking Head still attached to it, held in Art of the Dress' hand. Narancia instead had a new tongue. Giorno had used one of his brooches to create the tongue for this plan, with Rarity using her crystals to fuse the tongue to Narancia while it attached. Tiziano started freaking out, then realized his breath was also getting ragged. "Looks like we've found you for real now," Narancia said, confronting the duo.

"I'm assuming you're part of the boss's elite guard," Rarity said, "I'd ask your names, but in a moment it won't matter. There's no water for several meters, and this disgusting creature appears to have no combat skills." Art of the Dress held up Taking Head as she spoke. "Aerosmith!," Narancia called out, his little bomber launching an attack at Squalo. Tiziano quickly stepped in the way, getting himself shot up and blood spilling out. Rarity quickly erected a crystal wall to avoid getting blood on them.

Squalo teared up as his lover lay dying. "Tiziano... Why...?" "You need water to defeat them...," Tiziano explained, "It's a little different than how we planned... But if you take these two out... The others will be simple... We still win... In the end..." And with that, Tiziano died, Talking Head disappearing. "A senseless sacrifice," Narancia noted, "You'll be joining him shortly." Squalo teared up in anger. "This is no longer for the boss... You just made it personal!"

He splashed as much blood on the crystal wall as he could, letting Clash grow to a size that could shatter it. But that only distracted him long enough for Aerosmith to attack. Squalo coughed up blood as Narancia shot him over and over. "VOLA VOLA VOLA! Volare via!" As Squalo fell to the ground dying, he said, "This much determination, from mere traitors fated to die at the boss' hands. Though only despair awaits... You act as if you still have hope... Why...?" "This isn't just because we want power," Rarity explained, "It's because we want Italia safe from corruption."

"At this point we should be safe to try leaving Venezia," Buccellati said. "He's not wrong," Fugo admitted, "Our betrayal caught the boss off-guard. I'd be surprised if he had time to rally more than five of his elite members to track us down and kill us. Which means there are areas around Venezia where we can slip through easily." "What's the call?," Mista asked. "We're talking a plane at the airport," Buccellati explained, "Our past experiences show we can't afford to go by land. The enemy can track us by road or by rail."

"And going by sea has proven dangerous too," Abbacchio noted, "We should be able to charter a flight easily and head for Sardegna. There we can work to unearth the boss's past, and possibly find his identity." "And maybe find something to ease Trish's burden," Rarity pointed out, "The sooner we can free her from her past, the sooner we can give her a new future." The group headed out by small boat, heading to the nearest airport.

Like I said, a lot of what makes me facepalm is how many stupid decisions the characters make. With another character giving a new perspective it can be so much easier. For example in canon, if Narancia had said right away what sort of enemy to look for, it would have been easier to avoid it.

And yes, I am not afraid to display same-sex couples in this story.