JoJo's Bizarre AU

[ripetuto]

Cascada: A hamon wielder who resides on Air Supplena Island. She largely isn't involved with Joseph and Caesar's training, since her focus is on the healing side of the practice. Looks up to Lisa Lisa a great deal, and treats the boys like they're her rowdy little brothers.

Zappa, Turner, Joplin, & Garcia: A quartet of Stand-users who work for the Speedwagon Foundation.

Lucrezia Stelline, Sara Canestrelli, & Natale Amaretto: A trio of back-alley doctors who work at a clinic in Naples affiliated with Passione. All three have Stands.

Lia Brooks: An American sixteen year old stuck in Italy after a vacation gone horribly wrong. Shot by some assholes, saved by Bucciarati, subsequently joined Passione and his team. Stand name is Astral Romance, which grants her some batshit durability and also shoot-em-up mechanics via flower petals.

Prompto Argentum: Another child of Dio's, he and Bucciarati meet when Bucciarati stumbles into his hideaway after a fight. Stand name is Paparazzi, a Stand that looks like a camera that allows Prompto to affect anyone shown in the picture.

"Nines": A teenager of unknown origin who seems to be anywhere and everywhere at once. Formerly a member of a group of twisted Stand users, recently left this group to wander around and learn what he can on his own. Stand name is Puppet Loosely Strung, which allows him to take over another person's actions for a time; however, the longer he stays in the more psychic backlash he feels when he leaves, and if he is in for too long, he risks losing himself.

Yuu: A transfer student who attended Giorno's school up until being stabbed by Black Sabbath's Stand arrow, and is then left with little choice but to join Passione. Stand name is Jar of Hearts, which allows for the collection and storage of others' injuries, thus healing them. These injuries cannot be stored indefinitely and have to be inflicted on something or someone within a certain amount of time or else Yuu will take the brunt of the damage themself. Has a sub-Stand ability called Heartbreaker, allowing for Yuu to weaponize their own physical and emotional pain.

Comments

[nellacerniera]

I don't mind, no. Go right ahead.

[ripetuto]

Thanks.

[Abbacchio stumbles to his feet and into the bathroom. It takes him some time, since he has to be mindful of the stitches, but eventually he comes out.

Shirtless. Because his t-shirt is bloody and useless and honestly just needs to be burned.

(He is very built.)]

Hey, do you have a shirt I can borrow?

[nellacerniera]

Hm?

[... Oh.

Oh.

Sorry, Abbacchio, Bucciarati has to stare for a few moments! Because Bucciarati is very gay and Abbacchio is, quite frankly, very hot.

... He'll collect himself quickly enough.]

Ah, um, yes, go ahead if you find something that'll--that'll fit.

[Oh god, he is so red right now, he has to be--]

[ripetuto]

[Was.

Was Bucciarati staring? At him? Shirtless? What.

Abbacchio goes, suddenly shy, and returns after a minute or so in a tank top.]

Your t-shirts are all too small for me...

[nellacerniera]

[Just when Bucciarati thinks the redness is under control, here comes Abbacchio again in one of his tank tops.

Oh, he is entirely too gay for this.]

Ah--um. Sorry about that.

[About not having t-shirts that'd fit him or about openly checking him out? Unclear.]

[ripetuto]

[He was absolutely staring at him.

Holy shit.

What does he do.]

It's not--it's fine.

[Checking him out or not having a shirt that fit? Yes.]

[nellacerniera]

[Bucciarati offers Abbacchio an awkward, sheepish smile (he's still very, very red), before realizing something.]

Ah--um--the soup should be ready soon.

[ripetuto]

[Abbacchio is not much better, turning a little pink and looking away awkwardly.]

Great. I'll, uh. Great. I should sit down...

[nellacerniera]

I'll bring this over when it's ready.

[aaaaaaaaaaaa]

[ripetuto]

[aaaaaaaaaaaa

Abbacchio goes back to the main room and sits down on the sofa. He needs a minute to get the gay disaster under control, holy fuck.]

[nellacerniera]

[And luckily finishing up in the kitchen will give Bucciarati the minute or so that he needs.

(But he's definitely not going to be able to stop himself from looking at Abbacchio's arms when he brings the soup in, goodness gracious.)

The soup is nothing fancy, just made with spinach, grated cheese, and egg, but hopefully it'll do.]

Here...

[ripetuto]

[Abbacchio takes the soup with a murmured "thanks"]

I really do owe for this, Bucciarati.

[nellacerniera]

Honestly, I'm just glad I could help. You don't really owe me anything, I think...

[ripetuto]

You saved my life, treated me, and are now feeding me. I owe you. Not sure how I'll repay you, but I owe you.

[nellacerniera]

[As much as Bucciarati wants to insist that Abbacchio doesn't owe him, he does realize he's not going to be able to convince him of that.

So he just nods and sits down to start on his own soup.]

[ripetuto]

[...you know what. Maybe it's the pain killers finally kicking in or the blood loss or whatever, but when Bucciarati sits down?

Abbacchio moves closer, so their thighs are touching. If he's wrong, Bucciarati will move.]

[nellacerniera]

[... Oh.

And Bucciarati...

... doesn't move. He just offers Abbacchio a smile--almost a shy one.]

[ripetuto]

[Abbacchio, again, turns a little pink.

And just. Nudges Bucciarati's shoulder with his.]

[nellacerniera]

[And there's Bucciarati going red again....

But he gently nudges back, smiling a bit more.]

[ripetuto]

So I wasn't misreading?

[nellacerniera]

You weren't.

[ripetuto]

Too bad I have these stitches, huh?

[A Look.]

[nellacerniera]

Yeah...

[Maybe another time!!]

But...

[... Yeah, okay, he's just going to lean up a bit to give Abbacchio a quick kiss on the cheek.]

Maybe... something to look forward to. When you've healed up?

[ripetuto]

Yeah.

[He'll steal a kiss himself before going back to dinner.

It takes a while before Abbacchio is healed fully, but soon enough he's back out on patrol and slipping Bruno any information he needs...and sometimes he's slipping him that information over a nice dinner or after a wonderful night together. He's not sure how deep this relationship will ever go, but it's nice.

It's late in the year when it happens. Abbacchio and his partner are called to handle a robbery, only for the robber to be a pimp who had bribed Abbacchio before he met Bucciarati and started working with him. Abbacchio hesitates, trying to place this man and remember if he was Passione or not, and it's enough. The pimp pulls out his gun, his partner shoves Abbacchio out of the way, and two men are killed that night.

An internal review finds out about that original bribe, though Abbacchio notices that nothing is said of his work for Bruno. Still, that one bribe is enough and Abbacchio is ousted from the police force in disgrace. Shit.

He spends a few weeks just grieving, coming to the gravesite after everyone has left from the funeral and finding places that don't ask questions to get drunk and just...just grieving. He knows he wasn't better than that, his work with Bruno proved that, but his partner didn't deserve to die. That's what hurts the most. His fuck ups cause a good man to die.

Eventually, though, he finds his way back to Bruno's place. He's not in at the moment, so Abbacchio just leans against his door and sits down to wait.]

[nellacerniera]

[Bruno had heard about what happened.

He'd planned to give Abbacchio some time to grieve before checking on him, but... well, he hadn't expected Abbacchio to seek him out first. He's pretty surprised when he finds Abbacchio sitting against his door!]

Hey.

[It's quiet as he holds his hand out, intending to pull Abbacchio to his feet.]