〖JJBA - EN〗- Last Judgement

Chapter 73: I know what you're doing to me.

Naples, Italy. November 29th, 1999.

Four months had passed since (Y/N) had joined Bucciarati's team, but she had the impression that she had known them all forever. Well... almost all of them.

It was still very late at night when she returned from her mission. After her accident, she had preferred to go back to work immediately so as not to feed her anxiety any longer. Not without concern, Bucciarati had let her go, trying to persuade himself that she was mature enough to fend for herself despite the dangers of Naples. So when she came home so late and noticed that the kitchen light was still on, she expected to find him there, anxiously waiting for her to return. Because that's what he'd been doing most of the week, pretending to fill out reports while drinking coffee. But this time, it wasn't Bucciarati she found. And strangely, she had a sense of deja vu.

"... Abbacchio, damn it."

He had already done it to her a month before. And he was doing it again. This time, slumped on the kitchen table, his long gray hair soaked in red wine that had spilled from the overturned bottle he still held firmly in his hand. She approached, and placed a delicate hand on his shoulder.

"Abbacchio, do you hear me?

- ... mmm.

- You'll have to get up, I'll take you back to your room."

Like a bear that wouldn't have ended its hibernation, Abbacchio uttered a threatening growl that could almost have amused the young woman if the situation hadn't been so critical. She gently rubbed his back, before slowly removing the bottle from his hands so as not to rush him. Feeling that she was stealing his precious treasure, he looked up, and she could see how his condition was getting worse. Eyes swollen from crying, his makeup leaving in large black and purple streaks on his face. His eyes were dark circles, his cheeks sunken. She gulped, her stomach in knots.

"... we're going to take a shower first, okay?"

He nodded slowly, but she wasn't sure he really understood what she had just told him. She helped him up, and he didn't even try to resist her, putting his arm around her shoulders himself. She dragged him to the bathroom like the first time. And like the first time, she had to hold his hair as he emptied his guts into the toilet bowl.

"I wish this didn't become a ritual..." she sighed, wiping the bile from the corner of his lips.

Staring blankly, he was looking at her, trying to figure out what she had just said to him. She passed a cotton on his lips to remove his lipstick but something hot and liquid fell on her hand. A tear. Tear that she quickly wiped away, before stopping to remove his makeup to look him in the eye.

"... why are you crying?"

No answer. He just looked away. Helpless, she remained still for a few seconds of silence before continuing to remove his makeup. Then she slowly took a sticky gray lock of hair in her hand and pouted.

"... I'm sorry Abbacchio, it's not a shower but a bath that I'm going to make you take."

He shrugged slowly. So, somewhat reluctantly, she helped him undress. Luckily for her, he was doing his part. Especially when he had to take off his underpants. She turned so she wouldn't have to look at him, and to run hot water in the tub. But when everything was ready, she had no other choice but to turn to face him and help him to enter his bath without slipping, avoiding as best she could looking down below the belt. As best she could. In truth, she couldn't escape the sight of his completely bare ass. But, with rosy cheeks, she pretended not to have seen anything. Abbacchio curled up in his bath, his muscles slowly relaxing in contact with the warm water. He heaved a deep sigh. She ran the jet of water through his hair.