Guilty Conscience ~ Abbacchio/Fem Reader

Chapter 33: Skin, Lips, Hips and a Leap of Faith

Someone had to warm Giorno and Mista about the danger they were heading toward — warn them of the devil that was hip to hip with their dying friend, Bruno Bucciarati. So she ran. Ran to save his life.

Y/N's heart hammered against the inside of her chest as her head spun in dizzying circles, urging her legs to meet the ground faster and faster. She couldn't shake the newly blooming memory of Bucciarati clinging helplessly to that demon. His eyes, glossed over and searching eagerly for the group of mafioso that stood mere feet above him. His chest, heaving uneven breaths into his gaping mouth as a streak of blood sat smeared over his full lips. And his hands, how deeply they trembled, were sent searching for Trish's shoulders to ensure that she was still beside him and still willing to help him stand. The sight left Y/N distraught. She'd figured something was terribly wrong when Bucciarati was able to fall without being turned to mould only an hour before. Or when he seemingly felt no pain when he'd get hit during the battles they'd endured since she was reunited with the Bodyguard Squad. But this, seeing him absolutely destroyed like this — she knew for certain that death had Bucciarati clasped tightly in its unruly jaw. And It was only a matter of time before the beast would snap its mouth shut on him. But Y/N didn't know why it hadn't already decided to consume him whole. Though, she wouldn't be as stupid as to ask death why it chose to hesitate. Instead, she mumbled thank you into the wind as she tore through the air, closer to the front of the colosseum, grateful for death's sudden apprehension.

The gash that tore a thick line of red from Y/N's brow to her hairline began to split further, opening almost entirely as Bucciarati's power grew weaker and weaker. Shit that hurts, she thought as her feet pounded into the stone floor. Gotta hurry up! Gotta run faster, dammit!

It was Y/N who volunteered to meet with the Gunslinger and the Lifebringer, warning them of the hostage-like situation with Bucciarati, and teaching them all but the sliver of knowledge she had on this magical Requiem Arrow. At first, Abbacchio had disagreed with her saying, Narancia should send Areosmith. It will get there much faster in the sky than you could on foot. Plus, it's not safe if you start running about with that injury. He offered to bandage her up. He offered to take her away — somewhere safe, where she could rest. He offered to carry her if needed. But obviously, as flattered as she was, there was no way in hell she'd leave her boys behind for some R&R. So she said, fuck that, and grinned a toothy smile right in the Brute's face.

Narancia's Stand would meet the stray mafiosos quickly, but Aerosmith would serve better in the sky, monitoring every last move that Diavolo made. As Y/N ran, she peered upwards to see the small plane buzzing around the colosseum's upper rim, dancing freely in the clouds. It was a daunting sort of beauty. She could watch his Stand sore in the air all day, but wouldn't risk getting too close or else she may risk losing a finger. The plane tracked both Bucciarati and the demon from far far above where it remained out of sight. Keep high, Fugo had urged Narancia. Stay out of sight and out of mind. The last thing we want is for that pink-haired bastard to get suspicious of us.

It wasn't hard to tell who it was that Bucciarati mistook for Trish. The same brilliant shade of pink hair fell over his shoulders, just as Trish's did, paired with identical green eyes and fair skin to hers. Anyone with a pair of functioning eyes could see that they were related in some way, shape or form. And from the way Polnareff had scoffed at the sight of him, nearly falling from his wheelchair, the Bodyguard Squad knew who they were dealing with straight away. Diavolo himself. The devil who stared back up at Polnareff and the Bodyguard Squad as they all looked down on him.

Y/N's only job was to meet with Giorno and Mista before they could enter the ring with Diovalo, and tell them of the situation and the great power that the Requiem Arrow could grant them — the arrow that was now safely hidden away within the Turtle. Running was the easy part, peddling her feet into the ground and sending herseld speeding past stone pillars felt so freeing. But that wasn't all. It was the jump that would be difficult. From the third level of the Colosseum to the ground, she'd have to have I'm Still Standing recognize and redirect the potential injury with perfect timing. It would be a leap of faith. No... Not a leap of faith, that makes me nervous, she thought to herself. Maybe I'll just call it a big jump.

As she neared the ledge of the colosseum's outermost wall, she was stopped in her tracks by the sound of heavy steps storming in her direction.

"Y/N!"

She recognized the voice before she had the time to fully turn around.

"Abbacchio! What's wrong? I thought you were strategizing with the others!"

"Everything is fine," he said, stopping a few paces before her to catch his breath. His hair, with a mind of its own, floated around his pointed features, dancing in the light of dawn. A bead of sweat trickled across his brow as his chest, absent of any decent clothes and mostly exposed to the golden daylight, heaved as he breathed deeply. "No problems," he reassured.

"Then why are you here? Shouldn't you be—"

Before she could get out another word, Abbacchio was stalking toward her with a determination as bright as the sun. "Because," he said. "I missed you already."

And then, his lips were pressed into hers. The Brute's powerful hands made their way to Y/N's waist where they held her firmly, afraid of her potential withdrawal. But leaving him was the last thing she would do. As if by instinct, her body fell against his, their chest moving up and down as one while their lips pressed into one another. She nipped at his bottom lip, listening to him gently groan in reply, letting the purple lipstick decorate her teeth and tongue.

Abbacchio moved quickly as the sun continued to rise, bending at the knee so he could drop below Y/N's shoulders. He got low enough to reach the underside of her thighs, and with a single fluid motion, the Brute grabbed tightly to her body and stood up tall, hauling her in the air as their lips remained locked. He sucked on the soft skin of Y/N's lips, letting his hands explore her backside while her lean legs wrapped around his musclesd torso. And as his hands squeezed her body, grabbing her in ways she'd only ever dreamed of, her head fell back in a moan of relief. He's like a daydream that I want to explore every inch of.

Grazing his teeth softly against the supple skin of her neck, Abbacchio mumbled, "Hey, Rookie."

"Don't bother me," she bit back. "I'm enjoying myself." The last part came out as more of a helpless moan, but she meant every last word of what she said. Aside from the part about bothering her, that is. Abbacchio could bother her all he wanted.

"Rookie," he repeated, this time his lips leaving her neck and his hands gently placing her back down on the ground.

She looked at him in confusion for the moments when he'd gone silent. But then he said, "Go kick some ass. I still have my phone, so call if you need me and I'll be there."

He leaned down to kiss her for a final time before pulling away to reveal a delightful, wolfish grin. Oh, how she loved that smile. His terribly evil grin was something she'd never get used to. And as she was dazed by the kisses he had graced her with, Abbacchio finally turned, quickly making his way back to the others. She was so suddenly alone with nothing but her Stand and the thick smell of the Brute's cologne to keep her company.

Walking to the edge of the colosuem'ss third level Y/N promised herself one thing: The second this is all over, and when that pink-haired bastard is 6-feet-deep, I'm going to decorate every inch of Abbachio's skin with my own lipstick.

With I'm Still Standing hovering at her side, and the two stray mafioso nearly at the entrence of the colossuem, Y/N stepped forward and into the open air.

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