The one thing everyone hates in the morning... waking up.

Especially, if the sunlight felt like assaulting your eyelids as you slept.

You were very out of it when you woke up. The terrors of the previous night plagued your thoughts, even in your sleep.

You must have woken up at least five more times last night, in a panic, only to realize you were fine, and Abbacchio was next to you sleeping peacefully, hugging you... wait, what?

Your eyelids finally wrenched themselves open, as sunlight immediately blinded you. You groaned and covered your eyes with the back of your hand as you looked around the pitch-black room.

You took note of how Abbacchio used blackout curtains to keep the light out of his room but that didn't stop the sunlight from invading the side of the curtains to get into the room. Judging by how quiet the house was and how you could make out the pale sky through the curtains, it was early morning, at least 5 or 6 AM.

You quietly groaned and flipped over and tried to adjust your position so you could go back to sleep.

Your efforts were in vain because you couldn't fall asleep now. You tried laying on your stomach, back, and finally went back to staring out the sunny window.

You slowly blinked and continued to partially blind yourself until you looked away and tried to find something else more interesting to stare at.

You ended up trying to readjust your position at least a hundred more times before waking Abbacchio up from wiggling like a worm underground.

"Will you stop moving?" He grunted as he ended up wrapping his bulky arms back around you and pulling you to his chest. Your face buried between hit tits as you craned your head to the side so you could breathe some form of oxygen.

"Sorry, but can your tits not go one day without trying to taking my breathing privileges?" You shot back as the guy gently hit the back of your head and told you to shut up.

You sat there in silence before bothering him again, "Are we cuddle buddies now?" you half-joked with the goth while he sighed from waking up for the second and final time. Or so he thought.

"Sure, now go back to sleep." You hummed in thought, "So does this mean I get to call you my personal body pillow?" He let out a loud annoyed groan and move one of his hands to cover your mouth so he could sleep peacefully for another hour... if he was lucky.

You just ended up pouting and pulling his hand away so you could breathe properly.

You stayed quiet for what felt like hours but in reality, only half of an hour passed, and Abbacchio's quiet snores could be heard with each breath he took. If you listened closely enough, you could hear his calm heartbeat pumping away in his chest.

It wasn't long until you could hear people calling your name from downstairs along with people running up and down the stairs. You could hear doors opening and slamming shut which cause Abbacchio to turn in his sleep.

Unfortunately for you, this man had a death grip on you and he took you with him when he flipped himself on his other side.

Now you were awkwardly being held by the goth in his sleep like some teddy bear while your legs were draped over his side, from not pulling them with you when he rolled. You were pretty sure if he rolled again in the same direction you would suffocate from him rolling on top of you.

You could hear people yelling for you and you could make out someone crying. "What the hell did they do now?" You groaned as you heard someone running back upstairs. You adjusted your legs so they weren't awkwardly placed over Abbacchio's waist.

You stared at the door and watched as the footsteps came to a stop in front of it. You knew this from the shadow being cast into the room from the light of the hall peaking under the door.

You watched as the doorknob quickly turned with the door being slammed open with a panicked Giorno on the other side. He flicked the light on in the room. "Abbacchio! (Y/n) is-" He cut himself off and looked at you as you held a peace sign up at the frog boy.

Abbacchio grunted and sat up and glared at the blonde as he blinked the light out of his eyes. "You better have a good fucking reason to be waking me up this early or so help me-" You snorted and broke out into laughter.

Giorno put his hands in the air defensively and walked back to the door and turned the lights off before closing it.

A few moments later, with Abbacchio grumbling insults directed at the blonde, the door slammed back open with the lights getting flicked back on. The whole team was standing in the doorway and Mista had a polaroid camera in his hand. You smiled for the camera as the flash went off as the photo fell out of the camera.

"This is going in the scrapbook!" He laughed and picked up the photo to show everyone behind him. Abbacchio blinked a few times before flinging the covers off of the both of you and charging at the gunslinger. Mista laughed and waved the photo in his face for a second before running away from the fuming goth.

You sat there in the bed for a second before breaking out into laughter and doubling over. You fell off the bed for laughing so hard that a concerned Giorno came up to you and patted you on your back, "Are you alright?" You shook your head 'no' as your face turned red from laughter.

You eventually calmed down and took a few deep breaths before standing up shakily with the help of Giorno. You could hear Mista's girl-ish scream from downstairs as you tried not to laugh again.

You brushed past everyone and poked your head downstairs to see Abbacchio trying to break down Mista's door as Mista begged him not to break his door again.

"Hey, (Y/n)?" You heard Narancia's voice from behind you. You turned your head to the boy in his orange pajamas as you beckoned him to continue, "What's up?"

"Uhhhh- well-" He cut himself off a few times as he avoided eye contact. Fugo stepped in and spoke for the stuttering mess of a teammate, "Why were you sleeping in Abbacchio's room?" You made an 'oh' noise and giggled.

"Abbacchio found me passed out on the couch up here and asked why I was on the couch. I told him why and he just carried me to his room and used me as a pillow." You shrugged and went back to watching the show in front of you as Abbacchio eventually gave up on breaking down Mista's door.

"That doesn't really explain anything!" Fugo jabbed his finger into your side as you flinched at the sudden contact. You rubbed your side and side-eyed Fugo for a second before huffing. "I had a nightmare." You were sticking to that half-lie half-truth explanation for the rest of the day.

You glanced at Fugo to see his shock and guilty face as he put his finger down, "Sorry..." You could hear him mutter as he moved away from you. You felt slightly bad for kinda lying to him but you didn't really want to talk about what happened last night. You could have imagined the whole thing for all you knew.

You walked downstairs and plopped down on the couch as you turned the tv on. You could hear Mista's door open along with some running as the man jumped over the couch and landed next to you.

He turned and smiled down at you as he flipped the photo between his fingers, "I regret nothing..." You grabbed the photo from him and looked at it and laughed. Abbacchio's eyes were closed shut from the flash as you held a goofy smile on your face. "Please make a copy of this and give it to me." Mista grabbed the photo from you and shook his head.

"No way! This is going to be a kind one-of-a-kind photo for the scrapbook!" You pouted slightly as he shoved the photo away in his back pocket.

"So~" you looked at Mista as he wrapped his arm around your shoulder. "why were you in Abbacchio's room?" You scoffed and shrugged his arm off your shoulder. "Ask Abbacchio himself if you're so curious."

You could feel Mista shudder next to you at your response. "I don't feel like meeting death himself a second time today, I'll pass." You laughed at his response as Narancia took a seat next to you.

"Oi, Narancia," Mista called for the young boy. Narancia looked at Mista questioningly as you tuned out their conversation and watched tv.

You eventually tuned the tv out too and let your mind wander instead of watching a reaired episode for the hundredth time.

'Was it really Kristen that sent that letter?' 'Am I ready to fight her again?' 'What if I mess up?'

You were snapped away from your thoughts as Bucciarati waved his hand in front of your face, "(Y/n)? You there?" You looked at him confused for a second, "Huh? Yeah, I'm here. I just zoned out to Lala Land is all."

He looked at you concerned for a second before he motioned for you to follow him upstairs. You got up and followed him as Narancia and Mista 'oohed' in the background before Abbacchio snapped at them and told them to shut up.

Bucciarati led you to the door at the end of the hall and opened it up for you. You walked into the neat office. It was painted an off-color white and had a bookcase to the left of the door. There were two chairs at the desk. You assumed you would be sitting in one while Bucciarati sat in the other. The desk was on a grey carpet and had papers littered across it. You noticed a cream color folder sat in the middle of the desk as you took a seat.

Bucciarati sat across from you and folded his hands under his chin as he stared at you. "(Y/n)..." You gulped slightly, knowing from the tone of his voice that you were in trouble for something. You couldn't figure out what you were in trouble for. Perhaps it was the incident that happened in Abbacchio's room this morning? You guessed that it was the most reasonable guess at the moment.

"Bucciarati..." You echoed back as you looked away from the capo and stared at the side door on your right.

You could hear him sigh as he flipped something open and pass it to you. You glanced down at the open file. "Shiiiit..." You looked at the taped together burnt letter with pictures paperclipped to the file.

"(Y/n)... do you have something to say to me?" You let out a long 'uh' and looked around the room trying to avoid eye contact, "If I say 'no' are you going to lick me?" You finally met his eyes as he closed them and let out a long sigh.

"(Y/n), what's going on?" He asked you as he opened his eyes again and stared at you with concern. He had a frown on his face and his brows were furrowed as he sat up in his chair and drummed his fingers on his desk.

"Long story?" You cringed slightly at your response as his eyes narrowed at you, "Start talking then."

"Damn it! You beat me again!" You yelled as Kristen laughed in triumph. You drummed your fingers on the table next to the chessboard in annoyance. Kristen's laughs died down. You both sat there in silence as you stared at your knocked over king and the pile of captured chess pieces.

"You'll beat me one day, kid. You have a few years until you get on my level." You nodded your head with pursed lips and sighed, "You're right... but-" You cut yourself off and looked up at Kristen. "I may beat you sooner than you think!" You quickly picked up a chess piece and launched it at her as she moved her head to the side to let the piece flew by her face.

"Awwwww, come on!" You groaned as she continued to laugh.

"Come on, kid, we gotta introduce you to everyone!" She cheerfully smiled at you with clasps hands as she stood up and skipped out of the room with you following behind on her heels.

"The person who sent that letter is a girl named Kristen..." You pursed your lips and tried not to make eye contact for the next few things you were going to say.

"As you know, in my Sophomore year there was an increase in stand users at my school... Kristen organized that attack for recruits for her gang that ran around my home town/city. We had a falling out the summer after my Junior year and let's just say... I found out some things I wasn't supposed to find out about and I was beyond livid." You glanced at Bucciarati's growing concerned expression.

"KRISTEN! YOU FUCKING BITCH!" You roared as you threw the doors open to the bar. You were covered head to toe in blood from tearing the guards a new one outside.

Everyone in the bar stood up ready for a fight as Kristen sat her glass down at the bar table. She swiveled around in her chair and smiled at you. "(Y/n)~! My favorite left-hand woman!" She motioned for everyone to leave the bar as they poured out of the building.

"Don't '(Y/n)~!' me, you lying, evil, fucking snake!" You yelled as Panic manifested and slammed his fist against the wall, creating a large crater as she continued to smile at you like nothing was wrong.

"(Y/n), (Y/n), (Y/n), (Y/n), (Y/n)~!" She repeated your name over and over again as she looked at you with loving eyes, "No need to get violent here! Have a seat, I'll pour you a glass of water and get you a towel so you can get yourself cleaned up before we talk!" She patted the seat next to her and snapped her fingers.

Her stand next to her manifested as it tilted her head at the sight of you.

It resembled a king chess piece if it was human and feminine. The large white king crown covered her eyes as it's blue sapphire jewels sparkled in the light. Her milky white skin almost blended in with her dress as it opened in the front and revealed the silver knight's boots she wore under the dress. The metal cage of the dress made her appear bigger than she really was as it shifted with her weight. You looked at the silver basket-hilted sword on her hip as the sheath was decorated with white leather and more blue jewels.

The stand gave you a bright smile with her blue lips as a few blue flakes on her skin glimmered from the colorful flashing lights in the room. You scowled at the stand as she walked behind the bar and poured you a glass of water. The train of her dress sliding with her long strides as she walked back to her master and handed her the glass.

The first time you saw her stand you thought it was the most beautiful being you ever laid eyes on. Now, you felt like you were going to retch at the sight of her.

"Come have a seat, (Y/n)! We can play a game and talk about how we can make this place gloriously beautiful, while Blue Öyster Cult plays with Panic at the Disco!" You grimaced at the way she said your stand's name as she drummed her fingers on the bar table, expectantly.

"Her stand's name is , it's very dangerous and I barely managed to survive after the encounter. I was in a coma for a week and stuck in the hospital for an additional month that summer." You crossed your arms as your face went from one of sorrow to serious. "That girl is a psychopath and she has a whole gang of stand users at her disposal to get what she wants. She calculates every move she's going to make before she makes it and she won't hesitate to kill any of you." You finished and leaned back in your seat as Bucciarati's face paled.

You coughed up a pool of blood as Panic held you up. You looked at Kristen on the floor as her sapphire blue eyes continued to grow dull and lifeless as she gasped for air. Her stand's white dress covered in crimson from the constant blows your stand delivered to her. "W-why? You co-could've been my queen to my k-king..." She looked up at you with a look of betrayal as you returned the same look at her.

"You should've thought of that before you sent the order out to kill my dad." You coughed up more blood as you rested your foot on her stomach. You clutched your stomach from the stab wound that looked a lot worse than it really was. You were lucky Panic grabbed the sword and broke it in half before it could go all the way through you.

You watched as the light went out in her eyes before you lost consciousness for a split second. You stumbled backward as Panic caught you and helped you out of the bar. You only made it a few blocks before losing consciousness. Someone would find your body almost completely drained of all blood and call an ambulance to come and get you.

"What was the falling out about? If I may ask?" Bucciarati hesitated on the last sentence. "I found out she was responsible for some of my classmate's deaths, my very own father's death, and she was trying to create a gang that would overlook a large portion of America. I don't like to talk about it, so I'll save you the trouble and tell you now that I won't go into detail about it."

He hummed in thought and looked at you worriedly as you touched the faint scar on your gut from the memory. You've been in many fights but none of them left a mark that ugly like that fight. "I was planning on not worrying you guys about it and dealing with it myself, eventually, but it seems you already know about it..."

You looked away from the capo, guiltily. "Sorry I didn't say anything about this. I didn't want you guys involved in my affairs." You felt a hand touch your cheek as you jumped slightly from the sudden contact. You looked at Bucciarati, who was kneeling next to your chair as his thumb brushed under your eye to wipe away a tear that was threatening to fall.

Your face heated up slightly as you pulled away and wiped under your eyes awkwardly. You murmured a quiet 'sorry' as he shook his head, "Don't be sorry for almost crying from a painful memory. We all have our demons. Some of us just have ones that like to linger longer than others." You nodded your head in agreement as he stood up and held out a hand for you.

"And I'm sure the team would be glad to help you with your current demon that seems to not want to let go." You looked at his hand for a second before you smiled and took it. You stood up and pulled the man into a tight hug as your emotions spilled over as you began to sob.

"(Y/n) (L/n)! What the fuck is wrong with you!? Do you have any idea how scared I was when I received a phone call from your dad's partner, telling me that you were in the hospital and that you might not make it?! Do you!?" Your mother was sobbing hysterically as she gripped your hospital nightgown with clenched fists.

"And- and then- and then you wouldn't wake up! I was so scared that you were never going to wake up and that you were going to leave me too! I would have no idea what to do with myself if I had to plan another funeral-" She cut herself off as she choked on her own words.

She pulled you into a tight hug as you winced from the stitches in your gut and a few other places. "Don't do that to me ever again!" You hesitantly wrapped your arms around her and hugged her back as she continued to bawl on your shoulder. "I... I won't." You whispered as you held her.

You sat on the couch and watched tv as Trish passed you a plate of spaghetti for dinner. While Bucciarati informed everyone of your sudden situation.

You couldn't look anyone in the eye as you retreated to the couch to watch tv for the rest of the day. Mista and Narancia tried to talk to you but you refused to say anything as your goofy dementor turned into a bitter one.