You are (Y/n) (L/n), you were born into a rich well-known family. The only child and daughter of the (L/n) family. Having the last name that's well-known throughout Italy had its pros and cons. You were usually treated well when walking down the streets of Naples and entering shops with your two bodyguards your parents hired for your protection. Shop owners gave you almost anything for free and citizens on the street would stare at you with awe and occasionally hand you small gifts of appreciation due to your parents.

Your father worked for the Italian government as a Senate and your mother worked as a doctor. Due to both of your parents jobs you hardly ever got to see them home and their absence kept growing as you got older. If they were home, they'd only give you 5 seconds of their attention by pecking you on the cheek and telling you to keep up your good work at school and return to a business call like usual.

As a child you longed for their attention but they seemed to be oblivious towards it. As you got older you learned to live without your parents' influence, you were rather a quiet and introverted individual. It was rather that your maids, butlers and cooks raised you. At school, you were the same way like if you were at home. Other students would stare at you envious of your luxurious life, and the boys would test their luck on trying to date you but you were never interested in that topic.

You had no friends because you would never open up to anybody, you almost didn't know what it felt like to feel emotional or to have a true bond. But, you weren't a bad student. You were rather smart and hardworking, almost everyday in the books. Life was rather decent in your eyes, your personal interests was reading manga, watching anime and drawing and you knew very well you couldn't find anyone who has passion for drawing, anime and manga around the corner.

However, what you didn't know was that you had a 'spirit' that was known as a Stand. Its name was 'Wicked Games' it had the abilities of the elements known on the planet, Fire, Water, Wind and Earth. But, because you didn't know about its existence, what you can do with it is still unidentified. Everyday was the same routine with the same activities until one day everything changed when only meeting a boy that you didn't know or even seen in your lifetime.

It was a day, a warm evening in early March, you were growing sick and tired of your bodyguards accompanying you everywhere you went. You just wanted to walk down the streets like a normal high class teen, but that wasn't going to happen because your parents were paranoid that someone could kidnap you and make money off of you. The irony of the lack of attention your parents give you yet they care about your safety. You were in your usual locked up room, your bodyguards always stand by the door to keep an eye out.

You had the idea to leave your house or rather mansion through your bedroom window instead of the door.

"Just once. By myself."

You whispered as you opened your window as quietly as possible and hopped down onto the ground. As you landed on the green grass, you crouched under the glass windows that belonged to the massive living area inside. As you passed the obstacle, you went through the giant gates of your home, you looked both ways down the streets awaiting to see if any of the bodyguards were on patrol. They weren't anywhere in sight so you supposed they were on their lunch break.

The mansion was surrounded by other rich clans and malls, shops, restaurants and other amazing quality buildings only suited for the wealthy. You started walking down a street that you take everyday, the smell of fresh made oven pizza was hanging in the air and the loud chatter of Italian residents. You dressed in your comfort clothes such as wearing an Anime T-shirt, shorts, a light pink choker and (f/c) converse. It felt good and odd that you had empty space besides you, no presence of your bodyguards.

You weren't looking for anything in general when walking around, you just wanted to walk around your home city, Naples, all by yourself to get the chance to explore. A few of the local residents greeted you when they walked by you to show respect and because they recognized you and you would greet them back politely. You came to a stop at a bakery when the scent of sweet baked goods filled your nose.

You licked your lower lip, "Maybe buying a cupcake or a slice of cake wouldn't be a bad idea." You said without a second thought and opened the bakery's door. There were a few middle class residents in the bakery choosing their desired pastry as everyone now turned their attention to you. 

"Ah!" Miss (F/n), what a pleasure seeing you here!" The middle aged employee woman whose name was Sasha greeted you. 

"Hello." You said.

"What can I get for you today?" Sasha asked with a cheerful tone along with a closed eyed smile to go with it. 

"I'll just get 2 vanilla cupcakes with rainbow sprinkles." 

"Alrighty then!" Sasha beamed writing down the order on a sticky note. 

"How much?" You asked taking out your wallet getting ready to take out your debit card. 

"Oh Miss (F/n) I could never charge you!" Sasha said. 

"Oh okay then." You said putting your wallet away knowing that it was going to be pointless that you insisted you pay. 

10 minutes later you received your order and you walked out of the bakery, deadpanned written all over your face. 

"Hey girl." You heard a deep gruff voice ask in a dark sketchy alleyway that you were passing by. 

You turned your head to where you heard the voice still deadpanned despite how obviously dangerous the situation was getting. 

"Aren't you the daughter of Senate (L/N)?" The man asked. 

It was never a surprise to you that no one could mistaken you as your father's daughter or your father's name. You didn't respond, instead you turned your head back to the street and continued down the sidewalk only to be stopped by the tall, built and smelly late 40's man and pulled you into the alleyway. The man then slammed you against a brick wall, you grunted in pain as you closed your eyes and felt something trinkle down the back of your neck. It was blood, your blood, you hit your head hard when the man slammed you.

Your eyes then widened, questioning in your head on what was going on. The man brought his face close to yours, his breath smelled like pure alcohol and his scent smelled like weed, his eyes were scanning every inch of your body.

"You sure are." The man confirmed his suspicions.

"What are you doing?" You finally asked calmly. 

The man smirked with pure evil, "I'm going to sell you and make a fortune out of you."

"W-What?" You croaked.

Just before the man can knock you out by injecting a drug into your veins, you heard an airplane type of sound coming out of nowhere. Bullets then started to pierce the man and blood sprayed from his wounds as he fell dead on the floor. You were closing your eyes tightly and had your arms covering your face in defense. 

"Oi, girl, are you alright?" Asked a high pitched voice. 

You slowly let your arms down and opened an eye to see a boy as tall as you or perhaps an inch or 2 taller than you, looking at you. He had a radar on one eye, he was small but well-built, messy raven black hair, wearing an orange bandana and bright beautiful lavender eyes that you can stare at all day.

"U-Uh, who . . . are you?" You asked amazed. 

The young boy smiled, "That shows me your alright, my name is- AHHHHH!" The boy was cut off as he yelled in pain and agony. 

You gasped as you saw a blade pierce his right shoulder. Blood was gushing and it got on your clothes and a little bit on your face. 

Another late aged man was behind the boy and he laughed sinfully, "You killed my bro, now your going to pay!"

"Aerosmith!" The boy shouted as an airplane came by and started shooting at the man who also dropped dead in a matter of seconds.

"A small red looking airplane." You thought in astonishment.

The boy placed his hand over his wound as he kept muttering "Ouch."

Something sparked within you, "U-Uhm, please come with me I'll treat your wound."

"N-No it's fine, it's just a flesh wound it'll heal in no time." The boy reassured.

"Come on it's the least I can do for someone that I don't know." You said.

The boy smiled, "Alright fine."

You snuck the boy into your house and into your room without somehow miraculously getting caught.

"Sit here." You said patting your bed.

The young boy seemed hesitant but he gladly accepted. You went under your King sized bed to fetch your first aid kit that you kept in case of an emergency.

"Is it really okay that I'm here?" The boy asked as he thought he was being a bother.

You hummed.

You sat next to the boy and opened the kit, "Thank you . . . uh . . ." You said now remembering that you couldn't recall the boys name.

"Narancia . . . Narancia Ghirga." The boy answered scratching the back of his neck.

"Narancia . . . that's  . . . a nice name." You tried to compliment.

"What about you?" Narancia asked you as he watched you take out a cotton ball, a cloth and put some type of fluid onto the cotton ball.

"O-Oh, I don't think knowing my name is important." You said as you stared at the boy.

"Now this might burn, you need to try to keep quiet as possible, my bodyguards are right outside my door."

Narancia gave you a puzzled look, you then pressed the cotton ball onto his wound. His eyes widened and he gritted his teeth, he was about to yell due to the pain and burning sensation but he clapped his mouth shut with his free hand.

"I told you." You said as you continued the process for a few minutes.

You finished up his treatment by wrapping bandages around his wound and you cleaned yourself up.

"Wow thanks . . . girl." Narancia said but making the end of his sentence sound more like a question.

You sighed, "(Y/N) (L/N)."

"Not bad of a name, (Y/n)." Narancia said.

A ghostly smiled curved slightly on your lips.

"I'll get going now." Narancia said as he stood up from the bed.

"Already? Are you sure?" You asked as you watched him open your window.

He turned his head and nodded, "I need to take care of business for my gan-I mean crew. I'll catch ya later (Y/n), arrivederci." And then he disappeared.

"Arrivederci . . .Narancia."

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Hello y'all it's your one and only . . . well . . . trash weeb, Sam Kujo! I'm excited about this book! My baby Narancia deserves more fanfics out there and that's why I made this! I'll be making other Passione books too after this one and my other book that's about Part 3 (Check it out!) Thank you for reading this first chapter! I will also be making other character x reader stories from anime's that I like! And a possibly an Anime mix oneshots book! See you all next time! Arrivederci and don't forget to stay bizarre! <3