Scenario where Bucci Gang has to meet up with the Don of another organization and their Don happens to be Giorno’s sister? I luv sibling aus 😭😭
UH OF COURSE YOU CAN BOO I LOVE SIBLING AUs TOO ;0;
“La Morte?” Narancia repeated confused as everyone stared at their capo.
“Yes. They recently gained a new Don after Moretti was assassinated.” Bruno said, giving everyone in the room a shock.
“He was murdered?!” Mista exclaimed. The black haired male nodded in response, leaving everyone in silence momentarily.
“Had it coming.” Abbacchio seethed, not looking up from his book. La Morte’s old Don was truly the worst of the worst. A prime example of a criminal if anyone saw one. Bruno sighed silently at the goth’s statement before moving on.
“Anyways, their new Don requested to meet us in person in hopes of forming an alliance of sorts.” He continued, receiving a much larger reaction.
“How will he be better then the last one?” Mista asked, messing with his gun while staring at the capo.
“I don’t think you can get a good Don in an organization made mostly of assassins.” Fugo answered, fixing his tie. Mista and Narancia chuckled while Giorno held his chin in thought.
“But why would they want to meet us instead of the boss?” He asked, catching everyone’s attention. They all made different sounds of agreement while turning to Bruno, expecting an answer.
“He didn’t specify why. And you know how the Boss is with his identity.”
Everyone leaned back into their chairs, varied sounds of understanding ringing through the restaurant.
“When will we meet him?” Narancia asked, taking a bite from his orange.
“Not sure exactly when, but all I know is that they’ll be meeting us here.”
And with that, they all returned to their regular activities. Fugo scribbled more math problems on the notebook while Mista and Nara exchanged jokes and giggling like little schoolgirls. Abbacchio continued reading his novel, making light conversation with Bruno on the side. Giorno stared out the window, lost in thought. He couldn’t help but think about how weird this situation was.
Why would a powerful mafia boss pick such a public place to meet with them? Did they support the drug trade? Would they be lowlife scum unworthy of the position they have? Could it be possible they were involved with the death of the old Don? Are they a threat to his dream? It’s always fair to be cautious when something seems off. Something his sister taught him.
Before she disappeared.
The ring from the front doors cut him from his trip down memory lane. He tilted his head to the side, trying to see through the doorway who arrived, but it seems fate wouldn’t assist him as the waiter blocked his sight as he delivered the food.
“They’re in here, ma’am.” The receptionist said from around the doorframe, catching the capo’s attention.
“Thank you, sir.” A feminine voice responded before soft clicking grew closer. Soon enough, the sound stopped suddenly, bringing everyone’s eyes to the walkway.
There stood a young woman, or more a teenager. She had piercing mature eyes, holding kindness and confidence. Her hair framed her (s/c) colored face, a few strands pulled back and held tight with a flower pin. She wore a halter crop top with a star shaped window, black leggings, ankle boots, and a oversized jacked that fell off her shoulders and nested in the folds of her arms. A smile spread across her face as she shifted her weight from one leg to the other.
“Buccellati, right? A pleasure to meet you.” Her voice, smooth as silk, tickled the capo’s ears as she held her hand out. Bruno grabbed her petite hand into a firm handshake, a polite smile painted his lips.
“The pleasure is all mine.” He said kindly, earning a soft chuckle from the girl. As they exchanged a few more words, Mista leaned closer to his friends, a sly grin on his face.
“She’s pretty cute, huh~?” He purred, making Fugo’s cheeks turn a slight pink. Narancia laughed while poking his face.
“Looks like someone’s got a crush~!” He not-so-quietly whispered, making Fugo blush harder. He grabbed a fork, his knuckles turning white from holding it tightly.
“Narancia, I swear to God…” He muttered, a dark glare fixated at the black haired teen. He stuck his tongue out at him, knowing he wasn’t going to do anything with her in the room.
“Where’s the Don?” Abbacchio asked sharply, cutting through Bruno and the mysterious lady’s conversation. She let out a soft chuckle before a confident smirk slid on her face.
“You’re looking at her. I’m Don Joestar.” She stated proudly, making everyone’s eyes widened.
“I-I thought the Don was a male! I’m sorry!” Bruno apologized quite frantically, making you laugh again.
“It’s alright.” She brushed it off, a happy smile on her face. She turned around, finally staring at the men sitting around the circular table. She took a few seconds to observe each one of them until she finally arrived at the last man. Her smile grew wider at the surprised stare he was giving her.
Mista leaned over to Giorno, pushing his arm slightly. “You good? You look like you’ve seen a ghost-”
“(Y/N)?” He said softly, making everyone’s head snapped towards him. Abbacchio opened his mouth, ready to yell at Giorno for calling a Don by their first name until she let out an airy laugh.
“It’s been a while, hasn’t it? God, I missed you so much.” She said, her voice breaking a bit towards the end as she took quick steps closer to him, her arms open wide. Giorno stood from his seat just in time for (Y/N) to wrap her arms around his chest, giving him a bone crushing hug. One arm snaked behind her head while the other went on her back, pulling her closer to him. He nestled his face in her hair, taking the familiar scent he missed so much. Everyone watched in shock and confusion as the two had a touching reunion. Narancia slammed his hands on the oak table, making the cutlery clink together as they hit the hard surface.
“Giorno, you’re dating Don Joestar?!” He shouted in disbelief, making Fugo slap the back of his head. “Ow! Fugo, what the hell?!”
“We’re in public! Can you not scream, dumbass?!”
“Who are you calling dumb, bastard?!”
The two pulled away from each other, staring at the two teens fight back and forth. They both laughed as (Y/N) wiped a tear from the corner of her eye.
“God, no. He’s my brother.” She said, placing a hand on Giorno’s shoulder and leaning on it. Fugo and Narancia let go of each other’s collars, their mouths agape.
“But your last names are different.” Mista pointed out, now joining the conversation. She clicked her tongue as she stood up straight, her hand not leaving him.
“Changed them.” She said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. Bruno leaned in, a hint of curiosity shining in his blue eyes.
“Is this why you wanted to meet us in person?”
She nodded slowly, a smile creeping on her face.
“Why wouldn’t I? A friend of my brother is a friend of my own. With that being said, it’s so nice to meet you all!” You said, flashing a closed eye smile.
(Sorry for it ending so abruptly, I didn’t have any ideas on how to properly end it ;-;)