FIRST HALF OF PUCCI'S PART!!

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"Move it, blondie."

"You're blond too!"

Just outside of Diavolo's room was Valentine and Diego, both of the men had their ears pressed against the door. "Shut up, I'm trying to listen!" Diego whisper-yelled at Valentine, who in return gave him a glare. "I need to know why she was about to beat my ass.."

Hearing the doorknob being played with, both the males jumped back. Diego leaned against the nearest wall while Valentine ran and stood next to the other villains.

The others watched on as (Y/N) stood in the doorframe, her face holding an expression of sadness. With pursed lips and a tighten jaw, she spoke;

"Who else knew this?"

Looking at the group in front of her, some looked away in a fit of guilt while others looked at her in confusion. Running out of patience, the girl huffed and crossed her arms.

"Who else knew this?!"

Her voice echoed across the halls of the house. "I knew, miss (Y/N)." Kars spoke, giving the girl a look of guilt. "I, as well." Dio spoke next to him, though his face showed nothing. Did he have no remorse for keeping this away from her?

Dio's lack of remorse earned him an elbow to the side from Kars, who was standing right next to him.

Walking up to her, Pucci placed a hand on her shoulder. He used his thumb to rub it, trying to comfort her. "We weren't sure how to tell you, miss." Pucci spoke, his words quiet.

"Pucci, you too?" She replied, giving him a saddened look. Though he was evil, the look she gave him made his heart skip a beat. To him, she was almost like a lost puppy, and it managed to hit him where it hurt.

This caused the girl to push past the villains that were blocking her room, go into it, and slam the door. She felt like an angsty teenager in that moment but she didn't care, she needed some time alone.

"Woah, okay? What did we miss?" Diego asked, raising an eyebrow and looking at the people in front of him.

"Her mother is a fraud." Diavolo answered, leaning against the doorway of his room while looking at (Y/N)s door. Hating to admit, he felt a bit of guilt for the girl and what she was going through. Studying her life and background, he knew much more about her than the others around him.

So he grew fond of her.

Pushing his thoughts aside, he smirked towards the group.

"She really got your door though, Diego."

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It had been hours since the confession of the villains. It had also been hours since the girl had left her room. She stayed in there, listening to music and rotting in her bed. It was a useless way to cope, but it was her way of coping so she didn't care.

That's when she heard a knock on the door. Three subtle, quiet knocks. Knocks that sounded like if she heard them, she was going to kill the person responsible.

"Leave me alone!" She yelled to the mystery person. She knew it was one of the villains, she also knew she didn't want to speak to them at the moment.

That person didn't listen to her demands, however. They played around with the doorknob and once they figured out it was unlocked, opened the door. This made the girl throw her pillow.

She heard a grunt come from underneath the object and throwing the pillow to the side, Pucci stood at the end of her bed. There, he held a bowl of strawberries.

"Pucci.." The girl whispered, turning to face the nearest wall. Though quiet, her voice was full of malice. "Miss, you haven't eaten all day. I saw you eating these a few months ago and figured I would cut some up for you." Pucci replied, giving her a concerned look.

He sat on the end of the girls bed and slowly pushed the bowl towards her, almost like she was a rabid animal ready to bite. "Look, I got more important things to worry about than eating right now. My mother lied to me my entire life, for fucks sake!"

The girl yelled back, her words causing Pucci's eyebrows to furrow. "You got to eat if you want to be able to think properly." He spoke, his voice was stern and low.

The girl glared at him before taking the bowl and eating a strawberry. By the sweet taste and their deep red color, she could tell he took his time to pick the ripest ones in the bunch. This made the girl feel cared for, even if it was only for a second. "Fine, but don't think I'm going to enjoy it." The girl replied between chews.

This made the man chuckle and seeing her as less of a threat, he started inching closer. Placing a hand on her shoulder, he let out a sigh. "Look, miss. There's a way to relieve your stress, even if it's just for a day" He spoke.

Looking into his eyes, she tilted her head. "Like what? What's going to somehow get my mind off my crazed mother?"

"Go out with me..?"

His voice was curious and broken, almost as if he was a shy high school boy asking out a girl for the first time. His lack of skill made the girl laugh. "What do you mean go out with you? Like a date?"

"I don't mean a date, miss. More like an outing."

She smiled at his words. "What? Do you think that's going to make me forgive you or something?" She spoke, looking down at the half empty bowl of strawberries. She didn't realize how hungry she actually was.

"No, I don't assume so. But it might make us bond a bit more. Who knows how long we're going to be here, right?"

Pucci was right. (Y/N) had been so caught up in her life with the villains, she didn't bother to ask Octavia about when that spell would be done.

But did she even want them gone? In this moment of course, but in the long run she knew she would crave their company once more.

Playing with the remainder of the strawberries in the bowl, she sighed. "You're right. How about tomorrow?" The girl asked.

"Please miss," Pucci trailed on, rubbing her shoulder "Leave the planning to me, just wear something nice. Not too fancy, I got something more casual in mind"

With his words, he laughed. His smile was contagious to the girl, she hadn't seen a lot of it of course.

So, they sat in her room, laughing together.

"Please, Pucci. Just call me (Y/N)."