Abbacchio's Daughter Scenarios

A Little Reunion Pt.1

Just in case you've been skipping chapters, it'll help if you read the previous chapter!

The door to your father's quarters was locked and the curtains were closed with small beams of morning sun pouring in. Abbacchio and Bucciarati wouldn't be back for a while. You heated up a plate of leftover chicken parmigiana from the previous night. At first you thought wine would be appealing to his taste, but could his body hold it down? Restraining yourself, you poured a glass of ice water. 

Not minutes after your new friend had arrived; he had a mental breakdown. Wether it was caused by the shock of being brought back to reality or the unending peace that he had finally obtained. You had tucked him into your own bed and he slept soundly. 

The door opened and shut, your gaze set on his rough skinned face. Little voices poked painfully at your consciousness. What if the others try and kill him? What if he tries to kill you? What's going to happen once they find out he's alive? You know everything is on the line, right? It was terribly difficult to disregard the calls of fear, but in order to mother this scared soul, it was a necessary factor.

"I won't let them hurt you..." you caressed his forehead as you talked to the slumbering lamb. "You're just...lost. Lost and confused." You gently shook him until his scarred green eyes groggily opened. His body remained still, but his gaze followed your every movement. He eventually sat up but it was clear he couldn't place his finger on where he was.

"Morning my darling Diavolo, I have something for you."

"Hmm? Oh...right. You're the one who saved me, right?" Diavolo rubbed his forehead in order to soothe his headache. 

"Yup, that's me. Now c'mere!" You intertwined your fingers with his and led him out of your room to the kitchen and set him at the table. 

"Goditi il pasto!" You set the plate with warm steaming chicken in front of him. Warm tomato sauce sandwiched with melted mozzarella and juicy chicken. It was like showing a child the stars for the first time. Diavolo could only stare in pure wonder at the meal.

"I know it's not much but-," he hurriedly shoved a bite of chicken into his mouth, smearing his magenta lipstick. Something like primitive instincts kicked in and soon the chicken was no more. The ice water was gone too. 

"(Y/n)...I owe you my life. But how can a king of kings...an emperor...live in the debt of a mere-," a streak of pain slashed across his handsome face as your hand slapped it. Utter shock. He snarled at you with burning eyes and a burning red cheek. He stood up in a menacing fashion and towered over you.

"Listen, you owe me nothing. I'm just a girl who's happy to help. You told me you would serve my boss Giorno Giovanna and I expect you to hold to your word, 'king of kings'. You're free now. Now get over here," you pulled Diavolo into a big hug. He hesitated, but you knew the big baby would give in. Strong tan arms returned the hug. No more switching between personalities. He could finally have his mind to himself. 

It was like the world froze with unbreakable ice when the doorknob was unlocked and turned. It was like no time, not even a measly second, had been given by God to even move a muscle. Diavolo was still embracing your hug as your stare met with Bucciarati's and than Abbacchio's. Emerald eyes snapped open and before thoughts could be processed, a gaping and bloody hole was dripping red from Bruno's chest, King Crimson behind him.

"Bucciarati!" Abbacchio held him in his arms. Diavolo backed up a few paces under realization of what he had just done. Betrayal could not be further portrayed. He was screwed. 

"Diavolo you- you traitor! DAMMIT! DAD GO GET GIORNO!" You screeched with tears streaming. You slid on your knees and felt the ever fading cold body of your mom. 

"H-hey it's gonna be okay, I swear he didn't mean it! Don't leave me...don't leave me, I need you! Dammit I need you here for me, mom!" There was only the hoarse sigh that breathed out bits of remaining life. Eyes went gray. Limbs went limp. A golden touch, a golden miracle. Blue orbs blinked and his smile kissed your forehead. 

"Mom!" You slung your arms around him and sobbed your hardest. He was breathing hard, but alive. Though one problem remained. Everyone looked ready to kill the culprit. 

"You didn't mean it...did you?" You got up with a choked voice unsteady. 

"(Y/n)...I don't know."

"I'm sending you back to hell," Giorno snarled and undid his ponytail, Golden Experience Requiem at his side with its usual terrifying look. Your Creed jumped in front of him and kneed requiem in the ribs, knocking the air out of Giorno. 

"You're not touching him without killing me first. I will gladly die for this man." Never harsher, never more serious. You stood fearlessly in front of the ex-boss. 

"What the hell are you doing, (Y/n)!? He just tried to kill Bucciarati and you're trying to protect him? Out of our way?" Abbacchio stood by Giovanna's side, ready to kill the man who should be gone. 

"No! He's already promised to pledge his loyalty to you!" Diavolo looked at Giorno dead in the eyes and nodded. It was truthful and honest. Not something you would use to describe the pink haired devil. Diavolo knew deep down what could become of him, and you might not be there to save him the next time around.

Diavolo sauntered with fake confidence to face the furious Giorno Giovanna. You hurried to crawl next to Bucciarati and your father to watch everything go down. Things were out of your control now. It was up to the both of them to make the right decisions. 

Diavolo reapplied his lipstick. Giorno combed his perfect and flowing hair with the comb that was in his pocket.

"Been a while Giovanna."

"Save it. Are you going to pledge your loyalty to me and my cause?" Giorno was practically spitting fire.

Diavolo looked at you. Pleading and innocent and caring you. He looked back into those emerald eyes of Giorno's. A smirk formed.