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After the fight With Illuso, Abbacchio can no longer hold back

Stay Back

His glazed, golden eyes stayed trained right ahead as his body sluggishly slumped over the brick wall. He struggled to stay upright, somehow pushing past the overbearing pain for just a moment longer as the strength of the human spirit coursed on within his tired, worn being long after he'd accepted his fate.

Like a traveling sludge, he'd left a sticky trail behind, one that would be evidence of his sacrifice, all of which would be the only thing left behind aside from his cold carcass,

And he was fine with things being left as they were; so long as the mission was a success.

After all, they'd gotten the key, and as messy as things got, it was a win in his book.

' That's all that matters... ' he thought with content, struggling to breath, his sight beginning to blur as occasional little black splotches scattered across his hazy vision,

"Yeah...At least... At least I did that right," he thought with a snicker, albeit a rather bitter one, humored that while his life had been a waste, he'd done just one thing successfully,

'But...there's just one thing...' he thought to himself, chuckling wearily at the recollection of a rather dejected face he'd last seen, deeply wishing that hadn't been his last memory of her, but somehow grateful that it was, because then he could live on with the idea that he died with her resentment.

And maybe then, she wouldn't miss him. Maybe then he'd only be an ugly memory she'd be willing to forget, finally getting it through her head that he wasn't ever worth the worry.

"Just stay back!" he barked at her, looking back at her with hardened golden eyes narrowed fiercely at her as she tried to leave along with them.

"Keep watch if you want to feel useful," he said in an offhand sort of manner, making her face fall, disheartened.

(e/c) colored eyes then hardened as he followed up with more expected backlash, the woman visually preparing herself for his sharp tongue, swallowing it all down with a quiet nod.

"Why the hell Bucciarati insisted on you coming... it's a mystery to me." He said lowly, completely turning from her by then, not sparing her another glance after the uttered words.

Frowning, Giorno stepped towards her, his hand raised to touch her slumped shoulder before she shook her head, immediately perking,

"Okay!" She agreed, "I'll stay here!" She chirped, "Abba's Right," She went on, "Besides, I wouldn't want to get in the way," She added, an undertone of hurt weaved through the façade she put on.

"So you guys go ahead. I'll take care of things here."

All the while her eyes were stuck on the other man's back, watching as he drew further, his shoulders squared and tense as he went in search for the important item, the other two males following in suit, though seeming just as exasperated as her at the elder man's choice of words.

"I'll have a talk with him," Fugo said softly as he walked past her, offering her a lax, apologetic grimace of a smile.

'You always do,' (f/n) mused, smiling back nonetheless, finding his effort to help her to be sweet, yet futile because it never changed anything.

'It won't change a thing,' She added, her expression dying as they drew further from her.

She wished it wasn't so and that somehow, the cycle would cease.

"By now... She should hate me..." Leone said to himself, his heart weighed down by the thought,

'But it's all for the best, ' he silently added, lazily blinking.

'It's better you're not here...It's better you stayed back,' he thought with true gratefulness, a shuttered, thankful breath falling past his painted lips.

He thought of her running into the Stand user herself, doubting she'd have any better luck than he did, because after all, her stand wasn't made much for the offensive, just as his own stand wasn't.

Hers was meant for love; to care for and tend others. It did wonders on everyone else, the drawback being that the power was useless to her, something that was befitting of such a selfless person.

She could do wonders for others, but not for her own self.

'And If you were hurt...I just know that bastard Giorno would have the time of his life fixing you up,' He thought bitterly, hating how close the two had gotten, right from the start,

"It's nice to have another healer," she said while showing off a happy, little, quirky smile, one that made Abbacchio's jaw clench, and seemed to have its own effect on the younger male as well.

Sweetly, Giorno smiled back, a featherlight blush dusting over his features, "(f/n), right?" He said back, meeting her halfway to grasp her hand, the small contact being something the elder man paid attention to keenly because it bothered him so much to see her cozy up to the rookie as though they were old pals.

" Bucciarati mentioned you briefly." He revealed to her, making her smile grow,

"Really?" She said surprised, "What did he say?" She asked curiously, wondering just what her Capo had said about her to the rookie.

What was she known for?

"He said well..." Giorno trailed off while suddenly growling nervous as the words formed a knot in his throat, " Oh well, nothing really!" he insisted, not wanting to repeat that he'd actually referred to her as 'the pretty, little sweetheart,' much more, that he'd actually agreed with him the second he found himself locked eyes with her and she smiled to him, seeming to be the most amiable of the group.

It was easy to tell that in some sort of way, Giorno liked her and it irked him. It bothered him even more so to see that not only Giorno showed interest in her, but also had the nerve to go out of his way to make her giggle, finding any excuse to do so, behaving innocent with each attempt,

"Usually the flowers trail behind you," Giorno started, falling into step with (f/n) as she walked alone, "But today..." he trailed off, humming, "I don't know, " He started, "You don't seem as bright," He added, quirking a brow, stopping right before her, reaching down to lift her chin up.

"It just isn't right," He told her, concerned, the genuine look of worry crossed over his features.

"What do you mean?" (f/n) asked, her dimmed (e/c) colored eyed gleaming up at him, curious as to what he meant.

She knew that perhaps she seemed dull, but to be fair she hadn't had much sleep to begin with.

"You haven't smiled today," He explained, "which isn't right, as the sun should always shine," He added.

Shaking her head, (f/n) giggled, finding the quirky, little line to be even cornier than Mista's own cheesy throw-away ones. She was ready to comment on it when his stand appeared before her, the humanoid being's power at work,

" Giorno," She muttered, watching with growing eyes as a little flower sprouted from the blonde's hand, the golden, little face of the white petaled blossom facing her,

"Ah...There we go," He mused, a cute, little dust of pink on his own face, chuckling at his own moronic actions.

Perhaps it was over the top, but he knew it would liven her up, and that's all that mattered to him at the moment, because to him, if anyone deserved to have a smile drawn over them, it was the kind woman.

All the while, (f/n) thought of him as sweet, the charming young man being someone she greatly appreciated for his considerate nature, while on the opposite end, the other man in the room brooded, annoyed.

"Tch, " Leone clicked his teeth, his eyes fallen far away from the pair as he ground his teeth together, turning his nose,

'She'll grin at anything he does,' He thought irked. 'She'll just stupidly smile at any shit anyone tells her,' He added, wanting to turn back and eye the cute, little expression, but knowing full well it would scathe him as he remembered just why it existed.

"Shit.." He muttered, trying to push the thought of her away as he realized that she'd yet again invaded every bit of his mind, even during his final moments of what was supposed to be peace.

And it seemed as though somehow, his thoughts had reached her, because before him a small moving blur grew, coming closer to him with hasty speed,

"Abbacchio!" He heard her say, following up with large pants as she knelt before him, immediately falling to both her knees to be more on his level, the skin above both joints burning from the sudden, harsh friction.

He could smell the sweet scent of her perfume, the smell very faintly wafting into his nose as she came even closer, slipping through the personal bubble he'd kept himself in.

During then her (e/c) colored eyes skimmed over him and every beaten bit of him that was visible, visually shaken at the sighed of his missing limb.

'she came...' he thought to himself, 'she....bothered to come...' he added, grimacing.

After he ordered her to stay...

After he'd pushed her away so many times already...

'You always come to me...' He said to himself, falling forward, his heavier body almost toppling her over with the sudden action.

"Hey!" She began worriedly, steadying him, slowly easing him back towards the wall to sit upright, "Come on now," she encouraged him, her comforting smile present as her hands which were firmly placed on his shoulders immediately went to cup his cold cheeks,

"Abba," She urged him, " Stay with me," She added as she gently eased his lolling head straight, trying to get a better look at his paled face with frantic (e/c) colored eyes.

"I'm right here now," She told him, " So you're going to be just fine," She assured him with an unshaken determination.

He squinted, trying to get his eyes to work right, only to find himself stuck on her own shining (e/c) colored gems.

Her (dark/light) eyes looked into him, and as she did so, he felt an electric charge run up his spine at the glance, the powerful bolt that came down on him raking his entire being with unforgiving violence.

He was spiritless in the motion, yet somehow found it in himself to stray his golden orbs away, deciding to not challenge her own look with his own fading will, the man slowly growing even smaller beneath the grace of her sweetly trained stare.

"Quit staring...Quit looking...at me...like that," He grumbled, savoring down the bitter metallic taste in his mouth, "Tch... you damn idiot," he rasped, slowly shaking his head from her sweet hold, doing so with all the mustered strength he had left.

He couldn't feel anything, and yet it burned, her touch scathed him, the unbearable ache that was present bursting through from deep within his being.

Maybe she was overreacting she reasoned, chuckling wearily, but unable to fight back tears,

" It's just...I...I thought I'd come here too late!" She cried out, not able to resist the urge to hold him, latching onto him with desperation, the bloody grime over his body sticking onto her clothing, causing her smell of sweetness to be masked by his pungent gore.

By then his head was pressed to her chest, placed right over her heavily beating heart as she continued to shake, holding on tightly in a desperate embrace,

"For just a moment there..." She muttered, " I thought I was going to lose you," she added, little tears still pricking her eyes as she began to heal him, her (e/c) colored eyes closed as she coddled him.

'stop...stop touching me ...' he thought to himself, his lethargic body beginning to squirm as she tended him, her hold on him remaining unmoved.

'stop crying over me,' he added feeling her tears fall over him, the droplets falling onto his face even after she'd expressed her relief, despite the fact that gradually his body began to feel warm again, function slowly coming back to him.

'stop...' he pleaded, his bottom lip quivering, wanting to snap at her and make her go away altogether.

He could feel his fingers begin to move, his gaze beginning to align right with the more time he spent under her care.

"(F/n)," He rasped lowly, her head rising at the utter of her name as her face lit up the sound of his voice. And it was then that she drew back from him, her brightened eyes gazing into his glowing eyes with expectancy.

(E/c) eyes stared right at him, her face streaked with salty tears and as she saw the dimness from his golden eyes begin to fade, her face lit up with sheer joy,

"Leone," She said softly, a smile gracing her, very faintly taking over her, "I'm so ha-," she started, cut off as his hand that was now healed, took hold of the back of her head, tightly weaving itself through (h/c) strands as he grabbed her,

"Why don't you just stay away from me?" He said lowly, teeth grit together as he shoved her down, straddling her as he glared down at her, " You shouldn't be here," he reminded her, "remember?" he asked her, having thought he'd been very clear.

"Are you an idiot?" He went on, his grip on her hair bound tight enough that it began to sting, causing her to wince, "If that asshole was around still...what would you have done?" he asked her, already knowing the answer.

He thought about it with so much rage it had him shaking,

' Don't you get it? I'm doing this for you!' He thought to himself with utter frustration.

All the while her eyes were wide as she wordlessly looked up at him, caught beneath him as he continued to loom over her, the sight making his hold slacken for just a fraction of a second, realizing just what he was doing,

"Damn it (f/n)," He grumbled, continuing to look down at her, completely taken by the sight of her in her current state, his vexation slowly dying out.

Through teary-eyed and bloodied, she seemed beautiful lying beneath him, her (h/c) colored strands caught in his hand and tangled there to create the very same scene he'd selfishly conjured up on more than once occasion.

Mindlessly, his eyes then drew down to her lips, tempted by the sight of their inviting curve and thickness, causing his own to press together with longing.

She was filthy now, drenched in his blood, her back pressed onto the filthy ground as well, and even then, it took nothing away from her beauty and much more, the undeniable attraction he had for her.

"It's so damn annoying when you think I need you," He told her, trailing off as he came down closer, his lilac-colored lips almost touching her (color) ones, "...even more annoying when you're right." He muttered, hating just how perfectly she fit beneath him.

They fit like two puzzle pieces slowly being inched together, and he'd already known it would be the case.

"Leone...I want to tell you I l-"

"I know," He said quietly, " I already know," He told her, his heart racing, not wanting to hear her say it, because he knew he wouldn't know what to do with himself if he actually heard her say it.

He was currently struggling, unable to function right, and the single admittance would undoubtedly rattle him, making him do something he'd long fought,

"So quit crying. And quite following me around like a lost dog," He told her, his voice soft, the words meant to be snide, but missed all the bite they needed.

"I...I don't want you around me," He struggled to say, biting his lip afterward.

'You say so.. but you haven't drawn back,' She noticed, 'You're shaking...And all the while your eyes...Your eyes are so soft,' she mused, a sudden realization falling down upon her with the weight of a ton,

'...You've been doing it purposely.' she understood, ' But you've also been hesitant.'

"...Why do you do this?" She asked him, her heart heavy as she looked up at him, seeing the same hurt crossed over his features as he tried to push her away yet again.

It was a frail shove, but a sign of resistance nonetheless.

'Whenever I feel so close to you...Whenever we're just inches apart, you find a way to drift back away.' She thought to herself, helpless as she was stuck in the same repeated cycle with him.

Yet again, he was so painfully close, but all the same remaining distant, blocked off as though there was a stone wall between them.

"- It's better," He said to her, though sounding unconvinced.

He shook, his breath being both inhaled and released in the same shaking manner as for just a second, his lips brushed hers, accidentally smudging the soft color of his lips onto hers,

"How?" she dared to ask.

" Don't you get it? I've been trying to fight it... But when you go out of your way for me, I just want you more," He admitted, swallowing down harshly. "So just quit it already," He begged, "Before I regret it...before you regret it too," he added.

"I'd never regret it," She insisted, "because I lo-"

Cutting her off, he smashed his lips to hers, his palms both pressed to her cheeks as he rocked his body to hers, wanting to completely melt over her,

"(f/n)" He said in between the heavy kiss, "What did I tell you," He panted roughly, his lips trailing down her jaw, falling over the flesh of her neck with long, wet kisses as his hands traveled down to her waist, holding her still.

"Just stop, " He argued, also being a hypocrite, occupied with trailing his mouth over her, not being the one to draw back instead.

"No.." She breathed, "Because I...I love you." She said instead, feeling his body suddenly tense, his actions stopping, suspended as he held in a breath.

"I love you. I love you. I love you so much Leone," She said to him, her hands reaching for his long strands of hair, the silky lengths weaved through her fingers before she curled them down to her palms, tugging them whilst he released the air in a small, light groan.

'And I don't want to ever lose you,' She thought to herself, eyes shut tightly as she focused on the feeling of his hands roaming over her body, desperate to grip every bit of her.

As she'd seen him bloody, and barely alive, she knew she couldn't live without telling him the truth that lay locked within her chest, much more when she began to understand his own reasoning.

"(f/n)...I...I love you too," He finally admitted, breathing along the side of her neck with tightly shut eyes as the last bit of his resistance died, by then the only thing he held back on was the threatening tears that welled in his eyes as his body relaxed, finally finding ease.

So this was basically Abba the Tsun-Tsun （≧ｙ≦＊）