The Bucci gang was on route to Pompeii to get the newest item drop from the boss. Fugo, Abbacchio, and Giorno were tasked to get it. Then everything went to hell, Fugo got sucked into a mirror, his stand, Purple Haze, was stuck in the outside world, and Abbacchio was stuck with Giorno, who he hated. He sure wasn't really listening when Abbacchio was trying to keep him from getting attacked by the rabid stand. “I think I know a way to deal with the attacker!” “Do you really have a death wish, you brat!?” Abbacchio yelled, pressing his finger against the blonde lad’s chest. "I can figure this out! I think I know what happened to Fugo!" "That doesn't matter, we need to get the key!" "I'll find a way to get us all back!" "Fine! Get yourself killed! I'm finding the key!"
 
 
Giorno squinted slightly before seeing Abbacchio walk away to get the key himself. "Stupid Giorno, he's going to get us all killed!" He searched around for the key, "Near the dog mosaic… but where is that?" He looked around, spotting the mosaic he was looking for "There! Now where's the key…?" He got on the ground and looked around, a shard of glass on the wall near him. Before Fugo’s disappearance, he did mention something about a mirror of sorts. But why would there be glass here? He soon learned why when he saw a man reach through the mirror with a stand and pull him through "What the?!" He couldn't move as he was pulled through, ending up in a world that looked the same to where he came from.
 
 
"Ughh… what happened?!" "Another one of you? Fine enough, your friend didn't tell me anything even after I beat him to a pulp." Abbacchio’s purple and yellow eyes widened as he looked around, that voice! It was clearly that of the person who brought Fugo here! "Hmph, maybe the kid was right…" he hated to admit it, but Giorno was right after all. "Where's the boss's daughter? What are you looking for here?" "I'm not telling you, I'd sooner die than give up the mission." "Well that can be arrang-" Illuso didn't have time to finish as Abbacchio decked him in the face and started attacking him. His stand was weak, but Abbacchio sure wasn't! The brown-haired man landed on the floor, holding his face in pain as he spat out some blood onto the ground below him. "I-I wasn't even done talking! Man in the Mi-" Illuso was punched again, "If I have to kill you to free Fugo and finish my mission I will." "You won't get the chance! You can beat me up all you like but my Stand will still crush you!" Illuso laughed as his nose bled "Because your stand isn't here with you!" "Like I need a stand to kick your ass."
 
 
Abbacchio repeatedly beat the shit out of the assassin until half of his face was covered in blood and bruises, it appeared that he mostly did this to let out some stress about his asinine hatred of Giorno Giovanna. Plus he just wanted to get the key and complete the mission without any more assassins bothering the team, Narancia had already dealt with one of them! How many were there?! "M-my moufth…" "Can't summon your stand if you can't talk. I just have to get rid of you now, unless you want to surrender." "Nethver!" "Your funeral." Abbacchio grabbed Illuso by his weird quilted coat, "Unhand me!" "Hmph, you're barely worth eating." "What?!" And with that, Abbacchio shoved Illuso headfirst into his mouth, swallowing him quickly so he couldn't call out his stand. Illuso desperately kicked and struggled, trying to get away from him as fast as he could, too bad he should’ve done that at least 20 seconds ago. While he still had his arms free he pulled out a shard of glass so he could escape his fate, or at least pull in another one of the group to make Abbacchio stop swallowing him. "Come one come on! There has to be something for me to grab onto!" He felt his hand grab onto something loose, like clothing "That must be the third one, that new kid! If I can pull him in I'm sure Abbacchio will stop, like he'd risk swallowing a team member! Ahaha!" Well. He wouldn't, unless it was Giorno. He pulled the boy in as he was swallowed down, Abbacchio wasn't stupid he could see Illuso doing this and rolled his eyes in response.
 
 
He really couldn’t care less, he just wanted this fucker down his gullet. Giorno, of course, was greatly confused as to how and why he was being dragged through, he was right about the enemy stand theory though! "A-abbacchio?! What are you doing?!" He asked, confused as to why he was eating a whole man! The white-haired man merely squinted at him as he gulped down Illuso’s lower half, wanting to get it done and over with. Illuso thrashed and struggled on the way down, trying to pull himself free or wriggle out, but it was no use as he was too far down, his feet sliding down Abbacchio's throat. It was quite the sight for the rookie, Giorno trying to hide his blush. Badly. “..Abbacchio…” the man pressed his hand against his throat, trying not to choke on his “food”. "Huugh…" Abbacchio burped into his fist as he held his gut, which moved wildly as Illuso struggled inside. "Not a word, Giorno." "You… You ate him, why?" "He was a threat, it's obvious." "Touche.." "What are you staring at?!" "N-nothing…"
 
 
Giorno had the growing temptation to touch his gut. He was getting that horny feeling again, except this time he wasn't the one being eaten. "Hm… we can't leave until this asshole digests, go find Fugo, I don't want you to be around me while I'm like this." "Hhhh.. I'm sure Fugo is fine.." "Giorno!" Abbacchio glared at him, "Sorry sorry, I don't know what came over me!" He ran off to find Fugo, probably just a sneak peak to see if he's okay before running back to Abbacchio. "Stupid kid, what does he think he's doing hanging around me..?" Probably wants something to do with him, which he obviously disliked. He smacked his stomach, “Are you still alive, you worthless scumbag?!” "You will release me, Illuso, this instant!" "Let us out of this stupid mirror world and tell us about the rest if your gang and I'll consider it." "As if I would do that!" "Then you can enjoy becoming fat on my sides." “WAIT-” The tall man pressed down on his gut, trying to purposefully silence him. “Shut up already.” he just wanted to digest his 'meal' in peace and then finish the mission, which was gonna take a while "How the hell am I gonna explain this to Buccellati?" Abbacchio covered his face as he blushed in shame.
 
 
Meanwhile, Giorno spotted Fugo, who was a bit grumpy he got beat up by a man who walks around dressed like a sexualized human version of the Michellin Man. "He's alive and looks pretty alright, not like I can heal him, I'll just go back to Abbacchio…" He just wanted an excuse to rub the goth man’s tummy, not like that’s bad or anything… "Fugo's fine." Giorno quickly said before he placed a hand on Abbacchio's gut "What are you doing?!" "Nothing… just patting your stomach.." "Well get your hands off! I'm not letting you touch me, you brat!" It was a shame for Leone, considering that he couldn’t just get up and walk away. Illuso was pretty heavy! "Don't be such a baby, I'm not gonna hurt you." Giorno said as he patted and rubbed Abbacchio's stomach, it was so soft! And by that logic, it seemed like Illuso wasn’t exactly the most alive anymore with only a few gurgles and groans emanating from Abba’s gut. He may not have been dead, but he sure wasn't awake anymore. "That was kind of impressive, Abbacchio. I knew you did it before with me, but again?" "Don't be weird about it." He squinted at the blonde boy, “Tell anyone about this and I’ll make sure you never see the light of day again, got it?” "i think they'll find out something was up when they see all the weight you've gained…" "What was that, you little shit?!" "Nothing nothing, here let me help you digest that.."
 
 
He had to admit, as much as he hated even his very face, Giorno was good at making him feel at least somewhat better. He still wished it was Bruno rubbing his stomach, however. "Would it be too soon to press my face against his stomach?" Giorno thought as he massaged Abbacchio's gut, a light pink on his face. “Would it be against my better judgement to do so?” he continued thinking, this was kind of hot actually. Ah what the hell! Giorno pressed his face against the soft tum, "so soft…~" "You cannoli haired--What is wrong with you?!" "Mmm calm down, it feels good, doesn't it?" "... Yes, but I'm still going to beat you senseless if you pull something like that again!" "Loud and clear, boss~" He pressed his hand against his belly, feeling how soft it was getting. "If it's rubbed in the right spot, the stomach will actually digest food faster, wouldn't want to keep Buccellati waiting." "Hmph, at least we agree on that…" Abbacchio sighed, he couldn't give Giorno shit for that. "You're already softening up, guess I was right about what I said, you think you can stand up?" "I'm fine." Abbacchio stood up, he found it annoying that this kid was being nice to him. He never liked it when people showed him kindness, as weird as it sounds. It reminds him of- whoops! Spoilers! "You're just trying to get on my good side, I see right through you." "Yep, you got me~" Giorno's Brando genes were kicking in, and he sweetly smiled at Abbacchio. It did some damage to the white haired man's tsundere personality.
 
 
“..again, never mention this to anybody.” “I won’t.~”
 
 
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