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Leone Abbacchio was alive. Well, he died, and for a few moments he had the most eye opening realization in his entire life. After that, luckily, he was brought back to life! What a miracle. Oh how Abbacchio enjoyed (fucking hated) Giorno’s absolutely painless and fucking fantastic stand’s ‘healing’ powers.
Leone laid dead on the ground with a giant hole punched right through him. It was disgusting, with all of his internal organs absolutely obliterated and blood all over his already ruined outfit, you could say that dying was just the cherry on top of this mission.
The next thing he knew he was eating lunch outside in Naples. Someone was making noise from under the table, and much to his curiosity, it happened to be a cop piecing together clues for an investigation. After a few minutes, Leone was smacked with the realization that he had died and went to the after life. The cop speaking to him was his former partner who died on patrol because of him, a few years prior. It really hurt to see him again. After all these years the pain never faded, always feeling like a fresh wound whenever he thought about the incident.
As Leone prepared to deal with the consequences of having to see his former partner once again and reliving that hell all over, wanting to apologize profusely and drain all of the liquid in his body out via his tear ducts, he was suddenly opening his eyes again. This time, he was alive. Again.
A very blurred and dark vision came to him, flickering on and off as he closed and opened his eyes slowly. Giorno, leaning over him with Gold Experience out, was replenishing his internal organs and the missing part of his spine and ribcage. Mista was holding him down, along with Narancia, left hand over his mouth as he kept staring down at him in eighty percent horror and twenty percent relief. His eyes darted everywhere for Bruno. Where the fuck was Buccellati? Out of the corner of his eye, he sees him, standing behind him, holding the turtle. Understandable. Someone needs to keep an eye on the turtle and Trish.
Bruno had the coldest expression on his face, one of the most empty yet jam packed looks he’s seen him make in a while. He had his brows furrowed, biting his lip, and the tightest clenched fist Leone’s ever seen. If his eyes weren’t only half working right now he could have sworn Bruno bit a piece of his lip off. Beside his foot though, was the imprint of the boss’s face and hand print inside the stone pillar that Leone had left in his final act. He was glad they saw it, if he hadn’t thought quickly enough, or if they didn’t see it, they totally would have been screwed.
The ‘healing’ process was god fucking awful. He’s lucky he actually survived at least. He guesses. He was fully prepared and willing to die for this mission, and Buccellati. And he did. He supposes that god felt a little pity for him and gave him a second chance...for whatever reason.
After all of his organs and bones were safely regenerated and placed back in his body, Leone spent the majority of the rest of this mission in Coco Jumbo. He didn’t have the energy to fight, and needed to rest up incase he was actually needed, so Bruno ordered him to stay inside until the end, or unless they failed miserably and needed his help as a last ditch effort. Luckily though, Leone was not needed, and they ended up actually defeating the boss.
Diavolo was his name, and currently trapped in some eternal hell is his current state. Apparently Giorno, of course that bastard would be the one who would get this, was pierced by some arrow and his stand evolved. So now, Giorno can now damn people to fucking hell. He thinks.
Now that Giorno is the new boss, he gave them all a choice. He knows they didn’t plan to spend the rest of their lives in a lifestyle they didn’t intend to end up in, killing and doing random odd jobs for a gang that was also selling heavy drugs to women and children. Giorno, now completely inducted as the new boss of Passione, gives them all a choice: Stay with Passione and work with him to clean up all of the loose ends and dirty bits Diavolo left hanging around, or rid yourself of the mafioso title and find something new. Mista and Narancia decided to stay, immediately being set on a mission to go find Fugo, and Bruno choosing to retire the title of capo.
Leone on the other hand, had no idea what to do. He was a man with no place to go and a man who felt welcome nowhere, doomed to walk the earth as a slave to the gang afterall. Although, there was something deep down inside of him that said maybe there was another option. Ever since his conversation with his partner under that table in the afterlife, he’s been thinking. What he said to him, telling Leone that the passion and will to seek out the truth was still in him touched him deep in his dying heart.
He could swear he felt actual blood pumping in his veins now, and that he wasn’t just a flesh suit with no aim and no future. Now he could feel faint murmurs of something inside of him. He knew when he woke up that morning, things would be different. This time he didn't get up because Bruno had to walk in and tell him to wake up or they'd all leave without him. This time he woke up on his own, decently early, and he didn't feel like his feet were like anchors stuck at the side of his bed when he tried to get up. His chest didn't feel as heavy as it always did, and he actually found it a lot easier to get ready for the day. That shower he took that morning was probably one of the best showers he's ever had. The shower head spewing out steaming hot water washing over him like boiling rain. Usually he felt like when he took hot showers he did it to punish himself for fucking up on something, since he usually showers in cold water, but today was different. Leone leaned his head back against the bathroom wall and let the water pour over him. Previously he had played music during his morning showers so he could avoid being alone with his thoughts for too long, but today he could actually hear the music. He was listening to one of the many songs saved in his very long opera playlist, and the music really felt fitting. He felt like he was being cleansed in both the literal and metaphorical sense, for the first time ever. He got out of the shower and began to get ready for the day that would change his life. Giorno wanted to meet with him, since he told him he wasn't sure on what exactly he wanted to do with himself now, (albeit through gritted teeth and one of his usual mean glares he’d give Giorno). albeit through gritted teeth and one of his usual mean glares. He had decided that staying in Passione would probably not lead him in the direction he’s hoping to run with this feeling, so he’s going to go back where he started: Home.