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Bruno looked at the corpse of his dear friend Leone, the pain in his chest like nothing he'd ever felt before. He couldn't look for long lest he show weakness in front of his remaining gang members, but as he turned his head he couldn't help the single tear that streaked down his cheek to mix with the blood on his chin from his bitten lip. He felt empty, his cold heart breaking again. Life was unfair. What he'd give for just a little more time with the silver-haired man, a few seconds to tell him what he'd always wanted to. He sighed. It didn't matter really, considering he himself was already dead.
Time passed in a blur after that, one crazy thing happening after another as Bruno, Giorno, Mista and Trish raced to defeat the boss. They'd lost Narancia along the way, a tragedy that weighed heavily on the survivor's hearts, but they had to continue. Bruno hoped he and Leone had met each other again in heaven, certain that he'd be headed in the opposite direction once his body finally gave up.
As Silver Chariot Requiem was defeated, Bruno felt his soul float out of the boss' body and knew his time had come. He prayed for the others' success as his vision blurred to nothing, the pull he'd felt towards the boss' body absent when he thought of his own, and he knew he was dead. He felt a great whoosh of air and saw a faintly golden light before he lost consciousness on his journey to whatever was next.
When Bruno opened his eyes, he found himself stood in the reception hall of an incredibly grand house. He wasn't surprised to not see any pearly gates, but he was surprised he couldn't feel the heat of any hellish flames either. He looked around slowly, taking in the details all round him. Behind where he stood were two massive and intricately detailed doors that he assumed led to the outside. Above him hung a stunning chandelier, its many crystals refracting light that shone all around the hall in tiny rainbows. Bruno felt mesmerised as he watched them dance along the walls, absently wondering where on earth he was. He was dead, right? Or was this another strange Stand phenomena? He dragged his eyes away from the chandelier and was faced with two wide marble staircases - one on the right and one on the left - that joined together on the second floor, spilling out onto a corridor that overlooked the reception hall.
Bruno moved slowly as if he was expecting something to jump out at him as he ascended the stairs from the left side, taking each step carefully. Halfway up he noticed a door on the landing opening, remaining ajar. He paused, waiting to see if anyone or anything would emerge, but the door didn't open any wider and the only thing Bruno could see was a soft purplish light creeping out around the door frame. The longer he looked the more calm he felt, odd considering his completely foreign surroundings. He didn't even feel the need to summon Sticky Fingers as he continued to climb the stairs.
When he got to the landing, the purple light of the room seemed to call out to him somehow. Bruno felt a distinct pull towards the room and allowed his body to move towards it. When he got close enough to touch the door he paused, listening for anything that would give him a clue as to what was behind it. He gasped as a voice rang out, a deep, comforting voice he was all too familiar with.
"Are you going to stand there forever, Bucciaratti, or are you going to come inside?"
Bruno swung the door open with enough force to snap it's hinges as he entered the room, breathing quick and eyes frantic as he searched for the owner of the voice.
The room was simple but elegant, a large bed against the wall to the right of the doorway and a desk on the opposite side in front of some large windows. There was a door on the left wall that led to a bathroom and a small chandelier hanging from the ceiling. Bruno took no time at all to admire the decor. Instead, he took in the glorious sight of the man sat at the desk, the strange purple glow from whatever was beyond the windows framing him in an ethereal halo of light.
"L-Leone?" he choked out. Bruno paused just long enough to see the man smile and stand before he was across the room and wrapped in his arms.
Leone held Bruno tight to his chest as if he never wanted to let go. He buried his face into his soft hair, breathing in deeply as if to make sure he was really in front of him.
"I waited for you," he mumbled, the words vibrating from his chest and into Bruno's. "I'll always wait for you."
The men held each other for a long time, neither of them wanting to be the one to break the embrace. Eventually Bruno loosened his hold slightly so he could look Leone in the face.
"I'm so sorry," he said, eyes teary as his voice shook slightly. "I couldn't protect you."
Leone sighed through his nose, a soft smile on his lips as his yellow eyes did their best to convey all his emotions.
"Please, do not blame yourself for what happened to me. You were the best Capo, and I hope you know I would've followed you to the ends of the earth regardless of the risks."
Bruno blinked away his tears as he listened to Leone. It was true, Abbacchio knew the risks of becoming a traitor with him and he did it anyway. He nodded, tightening his hold on the other man as he rested his chin on his shoulder. Leone smiled as he held him close.
"You mean so much to me," Bruno confessed. "I was devastated."
Leone's shoulders stiffened as he turned his head slowly to face Bruno where he stayed resting on his shoulder. Leone pressed his lips to Bruno's cheek so lightly it almost didn't happen, but Bruno felt it. He pulled away from Leone again, fixing him with a soft expression on his handsome features.
"You mean a lot to me too," Leone said, a light blush on his high cheekbones. "More than you realise."
Bruno, ever the smart man, chose to interpret the look on Leone's face the way he wanted. Leone gasped as Bruno mashed his lips against his own, eyes widening in surprise before he closed them tightly, savouring the feeling of the kiss. They parted after a moment, Bruno's blush matching the one on Leone as they studied each other for any negative reactions. Finding none, they kissed again, Leone's purple lipstick smearing across Bruno's mouth and onto his chin. It was messy but it conveyed years of pent up emotion, the men finally giving into their desire for each other. They parted, panting into each other's mouths as they gazed at each other, eyes full of love.
"Why did we have to die for this to happen?" Leone asked, a small smirk on his lips. Bruno chuckled, his exasperation matching Abbacchio's.
"I'd die a million times if it meant I could have this moment with you," Bruno whispered.
Right then, it didn't matter where they were or what they'd had to endure in order to get there. All that they cared about was each other and the bliss of their embrace.