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

Spaghetti, Spaghetto, where are you Romeo?

Like I said in the last chapter I'm trying to stick to the schedule so we'll see how this goes.

Also I had another crying session but this time, just over Bucciarati :')

Also like when Trish was first introduced I mentioned that I was changing her age to seventeen. In this episode they talk about when the boss became the boss 'fifteen years ago' so I'm not changing that because it doesn't change Trish's age or anything ^_^

'"Yeah." Replied Bucciarati, smiling a little. It made your heart warm, knowing you weren't going to be alone. You could only wish Fugo the best...'

The gang was sailing through the gorgeous streets of Venice, navigating through the beautifully sculpted houses. Narancia was sat next to Abbacchio and had his Aerosmith out while surveying the surrounding area. Bucciarati was sat at the back of the boat steering while you were sat next to him, leaving Giorno and Mista in the middle.

"It doesn't look like anyone's following us." Narancia reported, keeping his eyes glued to the screen.

Giorno turned round on his seat, "Bucciarati, are we not leaving Venice?"

"The boss has his own personal elite guards. I'm sure they've already learned of our betrayal. They're probably...going to be coming after us next." Bucciarati clarified and a wave of unrest passed over the boat.

"But we don't know what kind of abilities they have." Abbacchio pointed out, rather down.

"Correct. If we try to cross the sea unprepared, they might strike us there. Let's wait and see for now." Bucciarati suggested.

"Miiisstaaaa!"

You looked down in surprise as Mista's stand started squeaking.

"We're hungry!"

"I'm starving!"

"Feed us!"

"Our guts are running on empty."

Came the barrage of tiny yells as they flew up in front of Mista, squeaking and squealing. You massaged your temples as the high pitched noise irritated you.

"Calm the hell down!" Mista shouted exasperatedly. "I know this is really bad timing, but could we stop by a restaurant or something?" Mista requested nervously.

You perked up at the mention of food, mentally thanking Sex Pistols for being so needy.

"Well..." Bucciarati began, thinking. "I guess we need to refill our guts, as well." He finished, smiling a bit.

"You really have a way with words..." you mumbled sarcastically, the mention of guts putting you off somewhat.

"What's wrong with guts, (y/n)?" He shot back, obviously you didn't mutter quietly enough.

"Normally it would be fine, but just under an hour ago I had a clear view of yours..." you replied, your face looking disgusted.

Giorno nodded in agreement.

"Are you calling my guts ugly." Bucciarati responded in mock shock and you looked at him distastefully.

"Yes." Giorno spoke up, completely deadpan.

"It smelt bad too." You added on thoughtfully.

Suddenly Bucciarati raised his hand to his heart and doubled over, breathing heavily. You quickly brought your hand to his back, "Bucciarati, are you okay?!" You asked him worriedly.