Abbacchio's Daughter Scenarios

You and the Gang go Swimming

Giorno, the gang, and you had all decided to take a day off from mafia business by going to the pool. The water from the pool was reflecting the warm sun off of it causing the water to shine a pretty cerulean. The pool was cold at first touch, but warmed up the further you went in.

You splashed around in an elegant manner and tried not to drown. The rest of the gang didn't like the cold and had there feet in the water sitting on the edge of the pool. Bruno was sitting on a pool chair wearing shades and watching his kids from the shade. Abbacchio was hiding next to Bruno feeling quite exposed in his swimming trunks. 

"Abba, come on, look at Giorno, you're okay," Bucciarati patted Abbacchio's head reassuringly. He still didn't feel comfortable going out into the open. Bucciarati had to beg him to come with them to make you happy. He just wanted his gay dress thing back...

Giorno's boob pocket had left a tan heart spot on his chest and Fugo still looked like a piece of cheese. Turns out the team hadn't considered what marks their hip outfits would make. Giorno had his hands up like a vampire in a coffin to hide his boob tan. 

Mista and Fugo knew what was up and quickly formed a retarded plan. Fugo grabbed Giorno's hands and pulled them outwards, Mista, with a huge devilish grin on his face brought his hand back, swung it forward with all his might, and slapped Giorno on his heart tan. A white hand mark was left on Giorno's chest and he looked Mista in the eyes. Golden Experience Requiem appeared and gave an evil and menacing stare at Mista. It winded its hand back, but before Mista could be sentenced to an eternity of death, you grabbed his legs and pulled him into the water. 

"Oi! Giorno what the hell!?" Mista yelled at him.

"You touched what you weren't supposed to touch," Giorno replied in a serious manner. Propping himself up, he did a perfect dive into the pool and began swimming towards Mista. Mista began to scream like a little girl as Giorno got closer. 

Giorno gracefully rose out of the water in front of scared Mista with elegance. Water splashed up harmoniously and sprinkled down. Giorno's eyes were closed, but slowly opened revealing his shamrock eyes that held a shimmer as his sexy golden ponytail came undone. Wet honey blond beauty was resting gently on Giorno's back. You spotted Trish in the background who suddenly had a bloody nose. Bucciarati was getting tissues out of his purse for her and told her to keep her head up while he got the tissues. 

You looked at Mista and nodded. The two of you simultaneously went under water. Going to the very bottom of the deep end, Creed was able to hide your bodies because of the lack of sunlight. Reappearing behind Giorno, you were sitting on Mista's shoulders ready for battle. Your duo began to approach him slowly.

"Oh, you're approaching me? Instead of running away, you're coming right to me. Even though your friend, (Y/n), saved you from Golden Experience Requiem."

"I can't beat the shit out of you without coming closer." Mista replied.

"Ho ho, then come as close as you like." 

Giorno turned around with a smirk on his face. He whistled and Fugo, Narancia, and Trish all came running. Jumping in the pool without hesitation, Narancia sat on Fugo's shoulders and Trish sat on Giorno's shoulders. 

"Y-you bastard! (Y/n), this isn't good, we're out numbered!" 

"Not anymore!" Bucciarati was on top of Abbacchio's shoulders and were staring and Giorno with battle hungry eyes. It was about to go down.

Battle cries rang out as the fight began. You splashed Narancia getting water in his eyes and tried to push him off Fugo's shoulders. Narancia quickly recovered however and grabbed your wrists, pulling you down towards the water. Mista quickly brought a hand up, preventing your fall. 

Bucciarati yelled Sticky fingers, punched Trish, crawled through her and fixed her chest where he had formed the zipper, and pushed off the side of the pool, launching himself into her. Unfortunately, Giorno had predicted Bruno's move and curled causing Bruno to belly flop into the water. He just sorta sadly sank into the water. Abbacchio dove underwater to get him and they quickly recovered formation. 

The battle went on for two hours and by the end everyone was exhausted. Finding the nearest floaty, you crawled your way onto it. Everyone else was sinking into the water out of exhaustion. Fugo swam over to the floaty and grabbed the edge, barely holding on.

"(Y/n)! Help me!"

Grabbing his peasant hands, you looked at him with pride. You were the king of the pool and no one was going to take that away from you. Squeezing his wrists, he whimpered in pain.

"Long live the king." Throwing his hands from the floaty, he sunk. Narancia watched the horror from the edge of the pool. He stood up in defeat.

"NOOOOOOOOOOO." Narancia fell to his knees with tears in his eyes and you laughed. You had beaten the Giorno's team, at the pool game, you were the champion, the king, the Don. 

After the epic pool battle, Bucciarati bought all of you snow cones and you munched on them happily. The pool teams each sat with each other and away from the other team they had fought in the pool battle except for Bucciarati. Bucciarati sat in the middle because he loved all of his children equally. 

At the end of the day, the day off was nice. You wished you could do that more often, but there were drug dealers that needed to be killed. The gang had shit to do, people to kill, deals to finalize, money to make. This was the mafia, and you were going to be a part of it you hoped. If Abbacchio and Mama Bruno ever let you join that is...