Adventure With You (Bucciarati x Female Reader)

Welcome to the Team!

You sat there for a good hour, listening to him, asking a few questions here and there.

You learn that Bruno Bucciarati recently became the mafia boss of an organization called Passione. He told you his backstory, on how he became involved with the mafia in the first place.

He then proceeded to tell you a little bit about the members, their brief backstories and how they all came together as one group.

He told you of all their events, leading up to defeating the old Boss named Diavolo. Their dreams in wanting to change the organization for the betterment of the people and the town.

It all sounded very bizarre, remembering how he told you some of the members barely escaped death, like Abbacchio and Narancia. How Bucciarati welcomed Fugo back with opened arms after he left through their retaliation against the old Boss.

Then, he finished up with apologizing to you, for leaving you without a word and why.

"I'm sorry, I know this is a lot for you to take in." he gave you a solemn look.

You shook your head. "It's alright. I kind of figured you had a mysterious backstory. I mean, who meets in a sketchy alley and doesn't?" you smile playfully.

"That's very stereotypical of you" he countered back. You smile sheepishly.

"So what about you?" He asked

"Hmm?" You gave him a questioning look.

"Do you have some mysterious backstory you'd like to share?" He said, with a somewhat playful look in his eye.

It was your turn to look up at the ceiling, thinking about his question, with the bitter memories flooding in.

He picked up on the discomfort in your face. "You don't have to tell me if it makes you uncomfortable."

You look at him with a sad smile. "It's only fair I guess. I mean you told me everything you had to share, so I might as well be open with myself too."

He waited for you to begin as you sighed. You didn't really like talking about your past, but somehow with Bucciarati, you felt like you could. You felt comfortable in his presence and you knew he wouldn't judge or shun you, no matter what you were about to say.

"My family never had the greatest income. We weren't dirt poor, but some days, especially during the winters, we would struggle. Making the choice between food and electricity.

My younger brother also carried a burden on him, blaming himself for being too young and not being able to help out with the income. He would sometimes steal from the local market, we told him that his actions were wrong, but he wouldn't listen.

One day, he got caught and severely punished. We couldn't afford medical care, and a week later he died of complications and infections.

I think I was around 13 at the time, but that's when things went really bad.

My mother couldn't handle my brother's death, so she started using drugs. And my father felt guilty, so he started gambling and became more indebted. With both my parents unstable, they began fighting.

It turned really ugly one night, and I became injured during the process. I was later relocated near this area, living with my Aunt. But she wasn't much better, she never cared about me, and I felt so alone.

When I was old enough, I started working, and when I became of legal age, I moved out, living on my own ever since."

You didn't realize it, but when you finished talking, you felt hot streams of tears on your cheeks.

You turned away, feeling embarrassed while you wiped the tears on your sleeve.

Suddenly you felt strong arms gently wrap around you in a hug. Normally you would've flinched, but it felt so comforting. You touched his arms, accepting his hug.

"I'm sorry. It must have been hard. Thank you for sharing it with me," he whispered.

You shook your head. "It's in the past now. And besides, you've been to Hell and back, so how can I complain?"

He let you go, and turned you so you were facing him. "No matter how great or small it is, people still face their own problems. It doesn't make your feelings any less valuable." He stated sternly.

You smiled "I appreciate it, Bucciarati. I feel better just having someone to share my past with."

He returned the smile. "Of course. Anytime you need someone to talk to, I'm here for you."

"And so am I." You replied

You two sat in silence for a second, until you spoke up.

"Anyways, earlier you said I would be staying here, but that's only until I fully recover, right?

"Well," he began, "like I said before, I'm the new mafia boss now. We've transformed Passione quite a bit, but of course you know there will always be those few who oppose changes to these sorts of things." He stated.

"So what does that have to do with me staying here?" You asked, not really seeing what he meant by his points.

"Y/n, it's no longer safe for you to live on your own the way you are. I'm a mafia boss now, I have enemies. Those people will do anything they can to harm people we have ties with outside of the mafia life. That's why the day we met, when you asked for my name and if we could meet again, I was hesitant. I knew the consequences, yet my selfishness put your life in danger." He said in a pained voice. He wished it wasn't like this, but it was the truth.

You looked down. "Do you regret meeting me then?"

He replied instantly, "of course not. Why do you think I agreed to telling you my name? I wanted to see you again. Our time together was time I don't get very often. Time where I could relax, to take a break outside from being a mafia boss. It was peaceful and I genuinely enjoyed our times together. That's why I didn't want to let that go." He brought his hand up to the bridge of his nose, realizing how selfish he was sounding right now.

You chuckled lightly while he looked at you curiously, "what's so funny?"

"It's just, I didn't think you had this side to you. It's okay though, I don't mind. I'm glad I could be that person for you." You smiled, which he returned. "Thank you, y/n."

"So anyways" you said, changing the subject "Am I going to join the mafia too? And what about my old job?"

He looked up, thinking. "Hmm, no. Joining the mafia directly probably wouldn't be a good thing to get involved in. I don't want you falling into that world." He said. "And as for your old job, don't worry. I got you fired." He laughed sheepishly.

"Ehhhh? You couldn't have just made up a random excuse?"

He shrugged.

You sighed. "Well, I can't live here for free."

"Hmm, I get you don't want to feel like a freeloader, but I mean, I wouldn't mind. The other members do it, but I suppose they actually pay their contributions for being involved in the mafia." he thought aloud.

"So, then what should I do?"

He sat there for a moment, thinking about it.

Finally he snapped his fingers. "Why not help me out? Being a mafia boss has a lot of paperwork, so I could really use an assistant. The other members are too busy dealing with missions, especially Giorno, because he's a Capo now."

You thought about his words, deciding that this sounded like the best option for you that there was. You nodded your head, "sure, I'd be glad to help you," you smiled.

He stood up, holding out his hand in front of you. You took it, shaking his hand firmly. "It's a deal then. Welcome to the team, y/n" he said, smiling.