Kakyoin x Abbacchio Donuts
*gasp* Anon! How cruel! ...And pretty fucking funny, I gotta admit! 😩 Here’s a short fic for ya! I hope it’s okay. 😊 It might be OOC, but I was trying to get a point across. 💕
A special thank you to my favorite Nori lover, @erenya-jaeger for the help with Kakyoin. 💕
Kakyoin x Abbacchio + Donuts (SFW)
Abbacchio enters the shop. It’s exactly how he expected it to be- white interior with white tables and chairs. He crosses the room to the only other person there. The man dressed in green has a vertical scar over each eye and an interesting red coif that hangs down over the side of his face.
The man looks up at Abbacchio, “Oh! Hello. I wasn’t sure how much longer I was going to have to wait till I saw another person. I’m Noriaki Kakyoin.”
“Kakyoin, it’s nice to meet you... Or really shitty actually, figuring we’re both dead. I’m Leone Abbacchio.” The ex-cop pulls out a chair as he sits down across from the redhead.
“How did it happen, if you don’t mind my asking?” Kakyoin starts, obviously excited to not be alone anymore.
“Punched through the abdomen.” Abbacchio says bitterly, rubbing at where a fist sized hole should be.
“No kidding? Me too... Huh. Well this is some sick joke then.” Kakyoin chuckles to himself. Abbacchio furrows his brow in confusion. Kakyoin opens the box on the table between them. In it is a dozen donuts. Leone’s confusion is replaced with anger at the sight of the confectionaries.
“Some sick joke indeed… But I’m really hungry for being dead.” He can’t stop himself from salivating at the sight and smell of the fresh donuts before him.
“No matter how many I eat, I’m still famished and when I look, the box is full again.” Kakyoin takes out a donut and bites into it. “Must be some kind of purgatory, and it sucks.”
“I’ll take your word for it.” Leone grumbles as he picks up his own donut to start eating.
The two talk about how they got there and share their experiences. They speak of their stands, their battles, and their friends. Tears occasionally welt up in their eyes, but more often they have smiles on their faces from the fond memories they share.
Kakyoin tells Abbacchio of the Joestars and what brave men of honor they are. Abbacchio immediately figures out who the Joestar was that he had crossed paths with. He swears under his breath Goddamnit Giorno!
Although the two are very different. They enjoy each other’s company and feel that they have found someone who uniquely understands them. Through their conversation, they recognize similarities between each other. They both tend to be passionate, but stubborn and slow to trust. They’ve expertly crafted a hard exterior to protect themselves from the cruelty of the world around them. They felt the need to hide their fears in order to keep up appearances of a normal life and harshly rejected people they didn’t trust. While they refused to let anyone in, they had struggled to find someone who understands them. That’s when they stumbled upon an unintentional family. They developed relationships and friendships daresay. Even deeper is their eternal devotion to them men they fell in love with.
After a great conversation and eating many donuts, Kakyoin reaches for another to find the box empty.
“What now?” Abbacchio asks his new friend.
“I have no idea.” Kakyoin closes the emptied box and finds that the lid now reads Welcome in golden letters. “I guess we get out of his purgatory and move on.”
“Good,” Abbacchio replies confidently as he stands. As the two walk out of the odd shop and into the golden sunlight outside, he adds, “I hope we don’t have to wait long for our friends... but I hope they don’t show up too soon.”
