Adventure With You (Bucciarati x Female Reader)

Clues

You woke up rather late the next morning. You panicked, hurrying to get ready for the day. You headed downstairs as you heard Abbacchio talk in a loud, mildly annoyed voice.

"Bucciarati, I don't know what you see in her, but I don't trust her at all. She annoys me more than Giorno! Her ignorance, clumsiness, all of it."

His words stung a little. You knew he was pretty cold, but damn, you didn't even know each other. You felt a little angry at the thought of him judging you so quickly.

Breaking you from your thoughts, you recognized what happened to be Narancia's voice, speaking up. "Aw come on Abbacchio, you haven't even hung out with her yet. She's actually so cool, and she even gave up her ice cream for me!"

"Wow, that's friendship right there" Mista commented.

"I agree with Narancia, sure she can seem a little shy and flustered at times, but she's fun to hang out with." Trish said, remember the night you two had spent together talking and giggling.

"Looks like you're the only one here who thinks that way, Abbacchio" Fugo added, as Giorno nodded.

Abbacchio, sighed in frustration. "Fine, whatever. Can we just get back to the topic at hand please?"

"But you're the one who changed it in the first place" Narancia snickered, as he yelped, dodging a drink coaster thrown at him.

You heard Bucciarati sigh. "Yes. About the information I have recently received, I would appreciate it if you guys would refrain from telling y/n. I don't want her getting involved with this."

Without thinking, you step into the doorway. "Involved in what?" You asked.

The room's atmosphere went tense. It was silent, only to hear Abbacchio huff as he turned his head away from you.

"I'm sorry, did we wake you, y/n?" Bucciarati asked, trying to change the subject.

You wouldn't allow it though. You finally started to feel like you were a part of this group. You didn't want to be left out.

"Bucciarati, what is it that you don't want me finding out? I understand you just want to protect me, but am I not a part of the group now too?" You asked, irritation lacing in your voice.

"Watch your tone, you-" Abbacchio was about to get up, until Bucciarati held out a hand, gesturing for him to sit back down. He obeyed, huffing again.

"I'm sorry y/n, you're right. You deserve to know. Besides, being naive could only cause more harm." He sighed, gesturing for you to have a seat.

Mista scooted over a bit so you could sit down beside him. Bucciarati continued.

"As I mentioned before, there has been rumors going around about mysterious cases of gruesome murder. But it's been said that the cause is actually from a new drug that's been going around.

According to intel, this one's much more dangerous than anything we've dealt with before. For most people, it's similar to LSD. But for certain people, one small dose will manifest the soul, causing it to self destruct on itself in the worst way imaginable." He said in a serious voice, coldness in his eyes.

Everyone in the room knew what he meant, but you were even more confused. Why did he emphasize the words 'certain people? Why only certain people? What was the factor? Does anyone in this group have that factor? Your mind was racing and Mista noticed the fear in your eyes.

He gently put his hand on your shoulder, managing a small smile to you. You only nodded, not being able to return the gesture. You turned back to Bucciarati who continued.

"We're not sure yet how this drug actually works, but we need to get more information on it. We need to know who's behind the distribution, and the chemical formula. We need to stop this as fast as possible before the problem becomes too large." He said in an authoritative voice.

Giorno spoke up, "if I may?"

Bucciarati gestured for him to continue. "I overheard two people talking, how on Friday one of the higher ups from another gang is going to hold an event at that one really high end restaurant on the East side of town.

"According to the one person, if you catch the Signore's eye, you walk away with the 'enlightening stash'. I'm not for sure, but it sounds like the new drug will be going around behind the scenes in the back."

Bucciarati took in his words. Thinking carefully on their actions to follow. "Hmm. Well it does seem skeptical, and it's the only clue we have as of right now. It would be best to check it out." He said.

"But they won't just let anyone in, right?" Mista asked, speaking up.

"Correct, that's why we'll need to remember the word Paradiso. It's the password for people trying to get in. Unfortunately though, they won't allow entry unless one female is within the group." Giorno stated.

Bucciarati looked at Trish, only for her to shake her head. "I'm sorry Bucciarati, I won't be able to go. I'm already being assigned on a different mission outside of town, remember?"

He sighed in frustration. 

"You wouldn't be able to get in anyways, it's 18 and older." Girono said.

"Why don't we just dress Narancia up with a fake idea? He could pull it off" Fugo commented.

Narancia felt offended by his friend's remark.

"No, that would be too risky." Mista replied.

Everyone fell silent for a moment, thinking on what to do.

"Why don't I go?" You asked. All heads turned to look at you simultaneously, with widened eyes.

"Absolutely not." Bucciarati said firmly.

"But-" you were cut off by a cold, warning glare from him. You fell silent.

"Ahh come on Bruno." Abbacchio piped up after this entire time. "We need intel and she's the only one who can do it. Why not just let her do it if she wants to so badly?"

"This isn't a joke Abbacchio." Bucciarati said in a raised voice.

"No, really?" He stands up. "Who says I was joking? I'm serious. Let her do it. It'll put her in her place." He sneered.

The two of them stared fiercely into each other's eyes, neither of them backing down from one another.

"Oh God, are they going to fight?" Fugo whispered as the room became tense.
"A first time for everything" Mista commented back.

"Bucciarati" you said quietly. He broke his eye contact with Abbacchio, looking into your determined eyes. "Please, let me help." You said.

He studied your face a while longer. He leaned back in his chair, sighing in defeat. "Fine."

"I'll be coming to this event, just to be safe. Abbacchio, Mista, you'll be coming as well." Bucciarati stated.

"Whatever." said Abbacchio walking off with unamusement in his voice.

Bucciarati sighed at his friend's behaviour.

"Mista, I need you to get the car set up, and to check the area of where the event will take place. Giorno and Fugo, I need you to do more research on this new drug. Get any intel you can, no matter the cost. As for you two" he looked at Narancia and Trish "please continue to carry out your missions as planned. Y/n and I will go shopping for outfits for us to wear during the event."

Everyone in the room nodded, leaving to carry out their orders.

You sat there, looking at the man sitting across from you, his hand running through his hair, stressed.

"Maybe we should take a break before heading out" you offered.

He looked up at you, seeing the concern on your face. He masked the stress on his face with his usual stern look. He got up. "No, it's alright. We're short on time, as the event is tomorrow. We need to head out now. Please meet me out front in 10 minutes" he ordered, walking off.

So this is the mafia boss in you, you thought. As you got up, heading to your room to get ready.