Adventure With You (Bucciarati x Female Reader)

Reunited

Its been a few weeks since you've seen Bucciarati. You waited patiently each Sunday, hoping he would eventually turn up, but he didn't. You also tried texting him, but you received no reply. You remember him saying to keep a low profile, but you couldn't help but wander the streets. You didn't want to admit you were looking for him, but you did kind of hope he'd somehow magically show up.

You walk around some more, until you see a black haired man in a white suit. You run over to him, 'I found you!', you thought.

"Bucciarati!" you exclaim, as you touch his shoulder, turning the man around.

Your heart drops as you look at the man in the face, realizing it's not the person you're looking for.

"S-sorry. I mistook you for someone else," you said sadly.

The man nodded, and walked away.

You walk away defeatedly. You begin to feel saddened at the thought of how Bucciarati has become nothing more than a memory. I knew it was too good to be true. Stuff like this only happens in movies and cheesy romance novels.

You kicked a pebble, trying to hold back the tears. Where did you go?

[Hours later into the evening]

You were working at your part time job, at the local flower shop.

Today wasn't the best of days, and your boss could tell from the way you were working. You just didn't have that sparkle in your eyes.

As you were rearranging the shelf, she asked "anything troubling you lately? You don't seem like yourself."

You sighed. You were pretty good acquaintances with your boss, and you knew she genuinely cared, but you just didn't feel like talking about it, so you lied, "it's nothing. Just a bland day, you know?" You managed a smile that didn't reach your eyes.

"Well, if you say so." She said, letting go of the topic. The phone then rang, and she went to go pick it up, leaving you to your task once more.

A few minutes later she came back. "Sorry, Y/n. Somethings come up, do you think you could close up shop for tonight?" She asked.

Considering you didn't really a have a choice, you hummed. "Sure. No problem."

"Thank you! I'll see you tomorrow then, goodnight."

"Goodnight."

She left in a hurry, leaving the keys to the shop on the counter. You only had an hour left of your shift anyways, so you decided to tidy up and help with the few remaining customers that came into the store.

"Have a goodnight," you said to the the last customer of the night. You sighed. Time to lock up I guess.

You grabbed the keys and were about to head to the door until a few shady people walked in.

"Excuse me, but we're closed now, if you could come back tomorrow-" but the people just started smashing pots and planters. You jumped at the sound.

"What do you think you're doing?!" You asked alarmed. But the biggest man just looked at you, walking up towards you, grabbing your hair violently. You yelped.

"Where is he?!" He said in a hoarse voice. You were confused at first. "I- I don't know who you're talking about."

He threw you down to the ground, kicking your side, you whimpered.

The man placed his foot on your head, his heel digging into your skull. The pain made you want to scream, but you couldn't manage a sound. You were petrified.

"Bruno Bucciarati. Where is he?! We saw him hanging around you a while ago, but now we can't find him."

He kneeled down, his foot still on your head. He whispered, his low voice full of malice "tell us and we'll go easy on you."

You shivered. "I- I don't know." Which was the truth, you had no clue where he was.

"Hmph. Unfortunately I won't take that for an answer."

He released his foot off your head, only for him and his gang to start kicking you again.

You were in agonizing pain. All you could taste was iron in your mouth and all you could hear was the laughter of the three men.

You felt your phone vibrate in your pocket, but you couldn't reach it from the pain.

Everything went hazy.

You don't know how long it was until you felt them stop, hearing panicked shouting from the three men, as you heard a familiar voice.

"Touch her one more time, and I'll send you scum straight to Hell where you belong." He said in the icest voice.

With all the strength you had left, you opened your eyes to a blurry vision: The back of a man in a white suit with a slim build.

Your eyes sparkled at the sight, as if light was shining from him. You knew it was him. You recognized that voice.

Even though you were in immense pain, you couldn't help but feel happy. I knew you'd come back.

You slowly blacked out, hearing nothing but muffled noises of Bucciarati beating the complete shit out of the three men who harmed you.

-

Eventually you entered a state of half sleep. You realized you were now in a moving vehicle.

You shifted a little, trying to get comfortable, until the car hit a pothole which caused your body to fly up, as you weren't wearing a seatbelt. Your body ached as you landed roughly back into your seat. "Ow!" You whined out.

"I'm sorry, I didn't think the pothole was that deep."

You recognized the voice, rubbing your tired eyes, you look at the man sitting beside you. You smiled weakly.

"You don't make a very good chauffeur you know?" You said teasingly. He remained silent, keeping his eyes on the road.

You sighed, turning your head away to look out the window. After a long silence you speak up: "thank you for saving my life, Bucciarati."

He gripped the steering wheel while clenching his jaw. He felt so many overwhelming emotions, he couldn't contain them anymore.

"I don't deserve your thanks. It's my fault in the first place for bringing this upon you. If we'd just never became acquainted, this wouldn't have-"

"Stop." Your voice cracked. You didn't want to hear it. Not now. You were too tired for this. You were so happy when you saw him again, but you didn't want to hear him finish that last part.

"Can we talk about this later?" You asked, weakly.

He sighed. "Yes, try to get some rest."

He cracked his window down a little, hoping some fresh air would help calm him down from his racing thoughts.

You two fell silent, not bothering on asking him where he was taking you. You just felt the motions of the car drifting you into a deep slumber.

Little did you know, he had his hand on top of yours, squeezing it gently.

"I'm glad I found you" he thought, aloud.