Abbacchio's Daughter Scenarios

~Baciami~

We're skipping age 17 because I want to wrap this book up.

So ✨ 

Get ready for 💥THE FINALE FIVE💥!!!

There might be some spice here and there...

Now! 

Get ready for what you've all been waiting for...

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The sunset. Stitched up with the vibrant fabrics of color. There were many instances where you could remember a sunset. When dad bought you an ice cream when you were just a toddler. When Mista, Pol Pol, and Giorno hooked up your parents. When you skinned your knee and Trish kissed it to make it feel better. Your first date. And now...your initiation. 

Several slivers protruded from your hands. Climbing that old oak tree in the park sure was a task. Your head was limply leaned against the rugged trunk of the old thing. Lazily, you peered down at the green grass below.

Imagine falling from a tree and dislocating your arm at age seven...

You smirked at the thought and fixed your (h/c) hair back into its ponytail.

"And...imagine Giorno fixing it..." you curled your knees back up to your chest. Your mind led you to reminisce on another memory...

While on a practice mission with you and the gang, your Labrador, (m/p/n) was shot while trying to lead you out of a deadly situation you found yourself alone in. You could vividly remember hiding away in that cold room, your whimpering pet's body shivering in your arms. You brought your hand up to see only crimson covering it from his wound. He weakly lifted his head to look at your tearing eyes. With one last lick to your pale face you watched the glimmer slowly fade from his once joyous eyes. His body went cold and stiff. Now only skylight shone on those black orbs for eyes. Your eyes drowned your face in tears, your teeth clenched as you pulled your pistol from your pocket. You shot every last bastard, and carried (M/p/n)'s bloody corpse until you could reunite with the lost gang. Giorno comforted you for days after. You remember crying in his arms, and he sang softly to you.

One day you will realize

The stars you are chasing

Shine deep inside you

When will you ever let shine from within?

And cast all of your fears aside?

You'll see the light, but until that day comes...

The melody faded as you drifted off the sleep, awakening the next morning in your bed. It must have be-

"Hey! (Y/n)! You ready?" Narancia called out from under the tree. You jumped and unstably wobbled from side to side across the branch, forcing you to quickly hug the tree.

"Geez, Narancia! You're gonna get me killed!"

"You've tried to kill me on purpose with a toy train. You don't get to play that card."

You paused at his utter defiance, propped yourself up, and dove off of the branch, German suplexing him to the ground with Creed.

"Narancia, you will never be safe. I'm Frankenstein's head on a spider's body. You will perish by my hands one day."

You left him on the ground and strode through the park back to the mansion. Your lungs felt tight with unease, and breathing became difficult. Being initiated into the Italian Mafia into the elite gang as an official member was really getting to you. How many times had you wiped your sweaty palms onto your pants? Heading home sounded lovely the moment your stomach felt queasy.