We Fell in Love in October [Bruno Bucciarati x reader]

Choice

Okay I took a break a couple of days ago, I was thinking it would easier if I could get a schedule for posting so I can't promise anything but I'm going to try to do a chapter a day but take Sunday's off :)

[Proofread so hopefully there aren't too many mistakes ^_^]

'The last thing you could remember was listening to Bucciarati's even breathing and sighing heavily before allowing your own body to relax into the floor and passing out.'

Although you were still too tired to open your eyes, you knew you were being carried and from the smell in the air you guessed you were back outside the church and close to the boat as the air smelt of the ocean.

"What the hell's going on, Bucciarati? We need an explanation. What the hell are you doing?" The owner of the voice was the one carrying you, since the sound came from directly above you. You cracked your eyes open and peered up but quickly shut them when the light burnt down onto you.

There was a pause before you heard Bucciarati speak, "All right. I'll just come out and say it. But I can't explain everything right now, because there's no time and danger's right around the corner." You opened your eyes again when he mentioned the danger.

"The reason I brought Trish back and the reason why (y/n) is hurt is because I betrayed the boss just now. I'll be leaving you guys now. If you go with me, you will also become traitors." Bucciarati spoke, loud and clear.

'He's...leaving...?' You were still hazy in the mind but you could hear everything that was going on and pick out voices.

"W-what?"

"I-I don't think I heard you right... What did you just say?"

"He said...he betrayed the boss. B-but why?"

"You probably shouldn't hear anymore, because you guys have nothing to do with this." It was Bucciarati.

From next to you, you heard Giorno speak up, "I think you should explain. Some of them might want to follow you. We need people in our side."

You lifted your head wearily and looked around. "What the hell is your deal, Giorno?!" Abbacchio shouted from above you.

You moved a bit, "Abba...it's fine...I can stand..." your small voice caught Abbacchios attention. He gave you a doubting look before lowering you to the ground, you gently pressed your feet down to meet the stone. You then gingerly stepped away from him, testing the waters to see if your legs would hold.

"First, you go into the church without permission, you too (y/n), and now-" Abbacchio stopped when Bucciarati collapsed to the floor, holding his head.

"Bucciarati!" Narancia yelled in concern.

Bucciarati had his hand pressed against his chest and breathing heavily. You knew you barely had enough energy to walk but you summoned your stand anyway and checked over him.

"(y/n)! Pull it in right now, you can barely stand up straight!" Abbacchio demanded but you ignored him and continued to check over him, your stand's palms glowing a light green that signified the healing.

"What's wrong? Are you alright?" Giorno knelt down next to him and put his hand on Bucciarati's back. You pulled your stand back in and grasped onto Abbacchio's arm for support.

"I'm fine...as (y/n) realises, my body is probably going through shock from a near death experience... I'm just a little dizzy..." as he stood up, a little bit of blood dropped from a hole in his hand. It seemed Bucciarati was too tired to realise it.

"You had me worried for a sec!" Mista said.

"For real." Abbacchio added on.