Abbacchio's Daughter Scenarios

Abbacchio Takes You on Your First Mission

I mean...if they had a baby...

Polnareff cuddled up on the turtle couch with a small blanket and turned his head away from you. His hand slid down to his stomach, a small groan escaping his spectral lips. The memory replayed in his mind. Nothing, then pain. Pain and death. You reached a comforting hand out to him, but it was quickly retracted. Mixed feelings infested your heart and mind as you thought about both sides. 

Diavolo, a god before the world. He took what he wanted, got what he wanted, and killed to make sure everything went his way. Truly a heart dipped into darkness, but befallen into a world of hell. His mind was twisted already and the constant deaths only broke his mind more. Saved by you, and pledged his loyalty to the man who sent him to his hell. 

Polnareff, a man on a mission to find the mysterious stand arrow. Ran into a man of shadows and paid a dear price. Incapable of walking, trapped in a wheelchair, the sinking feeling of helplessness grasped him and he felt no purpose. He made an attempt to help a man named Bucciarati and his gang. All those years later, that mysterious man punched a gruesome hole through his chest. Though, his own stand betrayed him and trapped his soul inside a tortoise. A damn tortoise. Stayed there, did nothing, watched everyone grow. The worst part, the man who killed him got to thrive where he himself roamed in sorrow. 

"I...can't believe you trust him, (Y/n)," Polnareff mumbled with tears forming in his blue eyes. 

"He's different, Pol Pol! He isn't going to hurt any of us! I'll make him come here and apologize if you want." You cuddled up next to him and wrapped an arm around his shoulder. Something was off. His skin felt dead and alive like it usually did, but it was different. The energy you could feel from him. It resembled something like fading...

"Don't. I don't need it. I don't want to see his face and I don't want him here." Polnareff quickly rose to his feet and stumbled away from you. He was a lost cause at this point. Change his mind? Impossible. 

"I..uhm, dad's taking me out for my first mission today...I have to go now," a burnt out heart wasn't easy to bear. Polnareff remained silent and clearly wished for you to leave. You exited the turtle and put a tough facade over your desolation tainted face. Everything was going to fine. That's what you told yourself. 

"Hey (Y/n)! You excited for the mission?" Narancia's beaming smile warmed up your icy insides.

"Yup! You patted his black curly-haired head and strolled with him to meet the others. 

"I know Giorno briefed us on the mission already, but just to clarify, we're going after some rouge newbies who got a hold of some important information about Giorno, right?"

"Yeah, that's pretty much it! Just you, Abbacchio, and I! It's gonna be a blast!" You couldn't help but feel something pushing at your cardiac sphincter, something vulgar. That's the moment you realized butterflies were flying around in your stomach. Vomit was pressing to escape, and you debated wether to let it go or not. 

What if I mess up? What if they get away cause of me? Will Creed be strong enough? What if I get someone killed? 

"H-hey Narancia?" You saw Abbacchio in the distance, waiting rather impatiently for you guys to hurry up.

"Yeah, (Y/n)?" Narancia kept his sparkling violet eyes ahead, clearly not paying too much attention. 

"I-I don't think I can do this...we all know I'm gonna mess this up." You mumbled and clenched your sweating fists. Narancia stopped dead in his tracks. He turned to you and immediately laid two hands on your shoulders. His smile was gone and replaced by a stern line of a mouth.