Need you. {Dio x Pucci}

Meeting.

•Pucci POV•

Fuck..am I even good enough to be a priest.? I've been sinning more and more lately for a particular reason, but I can't seem to put my finger on it.

Pucci sits on a chair in his great-grandfathers
church which he had inherited through the generations. Pucci then sighs before thinking to himself once again.

I have a purpose. I just don't know what it is yet. I've tried communicating with Wes, but he makes it so obvious that he absolutely despises me. It's awfully upsetting. Does being a priest even count as a part time job.? I'm not earning anything from it and I guess I am missing out on a lot of college.. should I take a break..? It would be best for both the church and myself to take a break, right? Since I don't really DO anything for the church anyways.

Pucci sighs once again, getting up from the chair and leaving the church while contemplating on whether what he's doing is right or wrong. Pucci just shrugs his shoulders and makes his way back to his clean white apartment.

Home already. I have no reason to complain, I don't want to be anywhere else right now anyways. Let me take a shower tonight so I don't have to waste my time doing so tomorrow.

Pucci slowly strips himself, glancing at his smooth, muscular body every chance he gets too in the mirror. He then walks over to his bathroom, already wondering what he's going to do tonight. Should he go for a stroll? Should he read? He doesn't know. He doesn't know anything. After his long refreshing shower, he lays back flat on his bed, not knowing what to do or when to do it. Overthinking too much, he sobs. He sobs to himself. Hurdling up in a ball, he sobs to himself , angry at why he doesn't know anything. This is to his advance made him fall asleep easier, but not enough for him to forget.

*8.17 am, Thursday*

I guess it's just a  natural instinct for me to wake up around this time anyway. College starts at 9am, I don't think I've been to college ever since the first week. It's been four months. Fuck.. everyone is used to the area by now, with comrades and doing things they enjoy. I don't need that though. Hopefully. I've read that 87% of adults that go to college don't eat breakfast. How weird, it's the most important meal of the day. I will definitely eat mine anyway.

Pucci gets up from his bed, in the back of his head still remembering how soft of a person he is. Ignoring that, He gets dressed for his first day back at college. Unsure what to wear, he throws on a white polo, really shaping his biceps, and also a pair of not so tight jeans. He was highly tempted to just put on a cloak to be forgotten easier, but the right side of his brain won over. Unbothered by how his outfit looks, he fries up some eggs and eats them, and gets straight out the door.

There's a certain scent in the air. Almost..bitter. It's almost as if the sky is feeling upset. This is already stomach churning. Shouldn't I be what people call..excited? This should be fun, shouldn't it? I should pray to myself, though it doesn't make me feel better.. May God help me throughout this day, and I shan't turn my back against the lord, my saviour, Amen.

Pucci arrives at the campus, not remembering it being as big as it was. His stomach sinks as he realises he doesn't remember where any of his classes are. They won't even notice he's in school anyway, so he attempts to explore the school grounds.

Oh my..who's that..? I look over to see a tall, blonde man who's outfit stands out the most out of all of the students. Should I go talk to him? He looks like a know it all so why not. I walk over to the handsome, no, blonde man and he looks down on me, even though we are most definitely the same height, if not, him being taller by a mere inch. "Do you have a problem?" He says to me, looking at me with his beautifully shaped slender, almond eyes. I just wanted to ask a simple question, why couldn't I get it out? I look at him, gaping at him with a slight tint of red spreading across my face out of embarrassment. He raises an eyebrow at me. I sigh and slightly chuckle to myself.

"Would you.. show me around..Please?" I finally manage to get out, internally screaming at myself for being so terribly awkward. He leans over to my face, his facial features being more clear and causing my stomach to sink a bit more.. "And, why shall I do so?" His soft warm breath pushing up against my skin, the smell of strawberries engulfing the air. "Ah well..I haven't really..um..been around I guess.." My vocabulary softens as I speak to him. This can't be normal. "Hm. You're not wrong. I haven't seen you..in a while." He responds, backing away from my face and smirking at me.

What does he mean by "in a while" ? Barely anyone looked at me on the first week..so..how does he know me? I decide to play it off smoothly. "Hah..yeah.. may I ask.. what is your name..?" I say, my words astonishingly all over the place and not in one bit formal at all. "You may call me by the name Dio. You must be Pucci..Am I right?" He responds. How does he know my name? Have I met him before.? I don't recall doing so.. but.. how.? Without any warning, he grabs me by the chin and pulls me forward by the waist, kisses me on the cheek and proceeds to whisper in my ear. "I'm telling you now..you' really won't regret asking for me.."

Dio then steps away from the young man, leaving him behind with his mouth gaping open, and face flushed beet red. "And, Pucci, I may have to tell you something merely important.

Dio stops striding away to turn around and look at me straight in the eye. I cock my head to the right in confusion, not knowing what he wants to tell me. He walks back over to me with that beautifully confident stride of his and looks down on me once again. "Pucci. May I ask..would a mortal like you believe if.. I was a vampire..?" He asks me quite confidently, which I found astonishing. "Hah, I could never be quite gullible enough to believe such foul play." I respond, looking at him with a slight smirk on my face.

"Oh? Is that so? Would you like me to prove it to you?~" As he says this, he lets out a seductive tone..and that grin and splash of red on his face wasn't helping at all. "We both well know you can't prove it to me, Dio. You look clever, but you don't think clever." "Ah Pucci.. I love your way of words..Very well then Pucci, I shall invite you to my dorm immediately. Follow me." He seems as if he took it as a compliment, but he continues to drag me through the campus into the door way and into his dorm.

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