Fate and Destiny decide the path that rest ahead, but who's to say someone can't save you from either of those?
Who's to say your story ends there?
(Team Bucciarati x Fem!reader)
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There will be spoilers. (Following the anime)
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Sitting on the floor for who knows how long your gaze trailed around the small room. Trish had taken to occupying herself with one of the many magazine, while Bruno and Giorno looked over a map presumably planning the groups next course of action. Now Abbacchio had yet to wake up and had yet to let go of your hand even if you tried on different occasions to slip your hand away.
Looking up from the map Bruno addressed Mista who'd been outside the turtle alongside Narancia. "Then we'll acquire a car immediately. From there, we'll be in Rome within 45 minutes."
Turning your own gaze up towards the glass ceiling you could see Mista's gaze focused elsewhere but his attention was on what Bruno was saying.
"All right, got it. Perfect timing." Was the only response the gunslinger gave before returning to whatever was happening outside the turtle.
Wanting to inquire on what was happening outside, you stilled upon hearing a soft groan. Eyes snapped towards whoever the nose had arisen from and the room's focus was on them. The hand of which you'd been holding onto gripped yours tighter and it had occurred to you that Abbacchio was waking up. His brows furrowed together- face scrunching up before one of his eyes cracked open followed by the other. The light from the room instantly hit them causing him to squint, muttering out an array of quiet almost inaudible curses.
Raising his free hand up and using it to rub his face, the man let out a deep, his vision was blurry and the events prior to waking up were a bit hazy. But he could make out someone with (H/C) hair kneeling by his side, and the only person he knew with that hair colour was (Y/N).
"(Y/N)?" Right away giving a nod at what he'd asked you flashed him a warm smile.
"How are you feeling Abbacchio? You were out for quite some time." your tone of voice was soft and you didn't expect an immediate answer. You wanted to give him some time to adjust to what was going on.
Seeing him move to sit up you quickly assisted to the best of your ability seeing as he'd yet to let go of your hand. His gaze remained unfocused for a few seconds before everything sharpened and he could properly make out what was happening, your (E/C) hues met with ombre ones. "I feel like shit." Grumbling that out his eyes trailed towards his hands finding that he'd been holding onto one of yours.
"What happened?"
Trying to find the right words as to not unload a bunch of information on the poor man you let out a popping noise answering, "Well, we got attacked and you almost died." Beginning with that you continued right after. "The others came and we found out that the person who attacked us was the boss. Then our computer got hacked and we're meeting some French dude in Rome to defeat the boss."
