JJBA x Readers Volume 2

Abbacchio Mystic

Entering your apartment, you were surprised to find a leather clad man lay on your sofa, the rest of the team fanning him down and attempting to look after him. He had fallen into an inconsolable depression due to an enemy Stand's power and it was killing him from the inside out! You stared at the poor, injured goth on your sofa, coughing up blood and looking all round like shit in his state. He had heavy bags under his eyes, clammy skin and wasn't able to breathe normally.
"The policeman?" Bruno clasped his hands together, practically begging.
"I'm sorry to bring someone here, but you're the only person I could think of."
"What happened?"
"A Stand attacked him and he just declined!"
"The User said something about a spiritual imbalance," Giorno added, well learned about these weird topics. The white-haired mobster made cold eye contact with you as you bit your lip. He recognised you from his police days, after he arrested you for mysticism during an incident involving a spirit medium lying about a murderer. The triple hair rolled teen noticed a small branding on your wrist, recognising it as a cult symbol. Pointing to it, he requested you show him. You complied, figuring he'd have no clue anyway. "You're a Mystic, aren't you?" Gasping, you shot daggers at Abbacchio, about to jump him when Giorno stopped you. "I've read about them. I didn't know what a Stand was, so I did my own research and stumbled across them." The kind of Mystics Giorno was talking about, were part of a family line of spirit mediums, capable of certain supernatural actions. They were mostly known for being their ability to summon the dead. He hadn't understood why he detected a weird life energy coming from you, considering you didn't seem to be with child.
"I can help him but believe me I have nothing to do with the incident. I've done other terrible things such as theft, but my aunt made the mistake of lying, not me or my people."

Unfortunately, after a scandal involving a medium, they were not allowed to assist in public healing of any kind. Doing so was punishable by not only banishment, but also a dishonourable death. The village was now boarded up from the general public, remaining family left to train there alone in the folorn, ancient place. Bringing your hand up to your mouth, you covered it with your sleeve, suspicions rising between the group. This guy was good, you were honestly shocked.
"It's true I was an acolyte of Kurain, but I don't use my powers." This gangster was utterly brimming with negative energy. You had seen a deep pain in his eyes, something that had been eating away at him for a long time, making the psychelock on his soul turn black. If this was broken, a person could die. This Stand must have been tampering with the man's soul to break it quicker and plummet him into ill health rapidly, eventually killing him. You figured that the only reason he hadn't died already was because his lock was black. Usual people's souls had red psychelocks, metal burdens which, when unlocked, lifted certain negative feelings from a person. These were broken every day, going unnoticed by normal humans. A black psychelock, however, indicated a deep, dark secret that could only be broken by finding the truth within one's soul.
"I can help your friend." Glancing at Bruno, you could see he truly believed in you, praying you could help Abbacchio. "But this doesn't get out or I'll haunt you all with your dead ancestors. Shut the curtains. All of them," you requested, letting Mista deal with that. "I think I can do something. Fugo, I need a bowl of cold water and a tea towel, there'll be a clean one in the cupboard on the left," you said, giving further instructions to Bruno and Narancia next. "We need to move him onto the floor if I'm going to try and help." The remaining members took him by the arms and legs, gently manoeuvring him onto the floor, on top of the cushions you just put beneath him for support. "Giorno, there's some candles in the cupboard over there, will you bring them over here?" Staring at you briefly, you could tell he didn't trust your magic, despite beating you at your own game. I mean, you knew their names before they told you, for example. But, what other choice did they have?

Once the candles were lit and everyone was sat, Bruno opting to sit at Abbachio's feet, the sick man's head was against your stomach, weak body resting on the cushions. This was going to be difficult, but if you could break the lock on his chest, he might just make it. Carrying a lock like that for too long could be fatal and only Mystics could see them. Touching his head with your hand you could feel a high fever. The other five watched your every move, concerned. Bruno had never actually seen you use your powers like this, he just knew of them.
"I'm sorry," he choked out through a low grumble. "I'm sorry I... Took the bribe."
"Oh my God, you remember?"
"How could I forget. It's Y/N, isn't it? You were being accused of... Mysticism."
"Stop." Your voice was stern, but smooth. Black psychelock, high fever and signs of deteriorating life, this man was beyond sick. "Just stop. That doesn't matter. What matters now is we break this lock before it kills you. If you survive you can beg for my forgiveness then." Giorno glanced back at his colleague's chest over and over, much to your confusion considering normal people or even Stand Users couldn't see the locks. "Anyway, what do I call you?"
"It's Leone. Call me... Leone."

First, you were going to explain what was happening, since behind the aloof, stoic exterior was actually a terrified young man.
"Leone, it's important you look at me whilst I'm talking to you." His bright eyes locked with your serene ones, pulled in by their calm feeling. "I can see you've had a broken spirit for a long time, and this Stand has just made that a whole lot worse. It feeds off negative energy and it'll continue to until you die. You need to tell me what bothers you, so I can provide some healing. Do you understand me?"
You were anticipating him to not want to talk about it, assuming it was probably a traumatic death.
"Y/N, how exactly are you gonna help him?"
"I don't know. He's been keeping something bottled up for a long time, and it needs to come out or it's gonna kill him."

-faints

-channels

-closure