[minor mature themes] Black Dahlia and True Blue - A Heist Gone Wrong

Amora looked almost surprised. "Oh, mi vida, did you even have to ask?" She gave a breathy laugh at her own comment before leaning back once more. "Do as you wish. I'm not going to stop you."

Part of her wanted nothing more than to lay with Cabacci until the end of time, but another, more instinctual part of her wanted to push him away, to leave this gaudy, over-the-top mansion with the arrow and report back to her boss. They wouldn't know that there had been any issues. Amora could say her flight was delayed, and everything would be just how it had been all her life. No, it would be different. She wouldn't have to work another day in her life.

(But I love him...)

Amora was almost shocked by the thought. It brushed her mind like a gentle breeze, but it was clear as day and true as a master archer's quarrel. It was stronger than the knee-jerk urge to serve herself. She pushed the idea of running into the night into the back of her mind and pulled Cabacci closer. "Stay with me," she whispered. "Stay until those bastards come to us."
 
Cabacci had no clue of her own internal fights, he had his own fears, his own worries, his own mind battled with the idea of finally giving himself completely to someone else, it was scary, there were so many things that could go wrong, what if his Boss hurt Amora? If he ever found out Cabacci had a soft spot, he'd definetely exploit it, he hated to think about, he hated the thought that Amora may be his weakness.

No. No, no no no. He wasn't going to let these thoughts come to him, they wouldn't get the best of him. He layed next to her in the spacious couch, his body as close to her as his nerves allowed, and rested his head in the crook of her neck.

"I... adore you."
 
Amora's breath caught in her throat. She looked over at Cabacci, tears springing into her eyes for a few seconds before they disappeared. "What... did you just say?" She heard him just fine, but she couldn't quite process what he was saying. Partially because she was caught up in her own thoughts, and partially because she was caught off guard by Cabacci's confession. "I... don't think I heard you that well."

Amora's breath began to shake slightly. She wasn't afraid of him, but she was nervous for what was about to come next.
 
Cabacc gently traced her jawline with his hand, nuzzling against her neck while he found the courage to repeat his words.

"I- Said I adore you."
His body felt as if it was burning the closer he was to her, but it didn't matter anymore, tomorrow would come with its new worries, but tonight was more important for now. Worrying about the past would only bring him regret, and the future would only make him feel anguish, the present was safe, right here, right now, he embraced the sensation that made him feel drunk with love.

"I adore you, and I always will.. Sei così bella che le stelle sono gelosa di te." He placed a gentle kiss on her skin, closing his eyes as he finally allowed his body to relax, his mind focusing solely on her presence.
 
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Amora stopped, seeming to be paralyzed somehow, and she went rigid as Cabacci touched her face. She seemed... afraid.

Amora forced her mouth to move, but her words felt forced, and she sounded like she was miles away. There was no emotion to her words "You know, you should really speak English when you're flirting with me. That way I know what you're saying."

She couldn't help but be pulled into a memory of her teenage years, when her Black Dahlia had first awakened. She hadn't known what it was at the time, but she did know that it made people like her. Amora was insecure then, and maybe she was now, but that didn't matter now. She had a crush on someone in her class, and she used Black Dahlia to make him like her, and it worked.

She had been sitting on the couch with him, watching a cheesy romantic movie together just like she and Cabacci had earlier tonight. He held her in his arms, and Amora pulled him closer, her finger under his chin, and she had whispered the exact same thing to him, not entirely meaning it. She liked him, yes, but their love for each other wasn't real.

(Is it just like last time?)
 
Cabacci was starting to feel some sort of, unease around them, he couldn't really figure out why, but he heard her voice, opening his eyes to move away and look into hers for a moment. Some strands of his curly hair gently fell down onto his face, not concealing much of the blush running along his cheeks.

"My apologies, what I meant to say, bella... Is that even the stars would be jelous of your beauty. Yes?" His eyes were starting to show signs of exhaustion as well, it had been a long day, but he just couldn't rest easy yet.

He breathed softly against her skin, he wondered what crossed her mind, he wished he could know, he wanted to make her feel safe, loved, completely, but he wasn't entirely sure how just yet.

"You know... I've never opened my heart to any woman before. It was uh- Scary, difficult, to tell you what I really thought of you. I know I acted, as if I was strong and didn't care that I had a rough time growing up. But I have to admit it was, rather lonely..."

Cabacci showed her a weak smile, not breaking eye contact.

"Thank you. For spending the night with me... It's strange, all this time I always spent my days in a dull, boring way... Non buono. But now I feel, fulfilled, I don't ever want to feel like I used to- However I want to know, do you feel, like I do?..."
 
Amora nodded absently, still lost in the memory. Her eyes were glazed over as she opened her mouth to respond. "That's good," she replied. She didn't want Cabacci to know her struggles, that she dwelled too much in the past. Amora took a deep, shaky breath and looked at him with mild uncertainty lightly touching her expression. "I... don't really know how I feel. I keep thinking about times where something like this happened, but in the wrong way." She didn't really know how to explain her thoughts, but she was doing the best she could without worrying Cabacci too much.

"Like I've said so many times, you're the first person I've been with that I haven't..." Amora trailed off as she struggled to find the correct word. "I don't know. It's just so different, and it feels dangerous. Because I'm not-"

(In control)

"the one who is the one benefiting from it. It seems like you're the one who is happier. Not that there's anything bad about that..."
 
Cabacci's expression started to shift into one of worry, but he tried not to show it too much.

"Benefit? Amora, no, I did not... Mean to benefit from this." He says, speaking her name for the first time since she introduced herself to him. Cabacci's mind was filled with static for a moment, but he tried his best to speak regardless of what his anxiety may yell at him.

"I am not doing this to benefit from you... I told you, when we first held each other, I want to learn to love you properly, to make you happy. But- I cannot do it if you don't open up to me." As he finished saying this, his lip quivered for a bit, but he bit down on it, fighting against his own body's reactions, his weakness, but he was starting to fail.

"Look- I cannot force you, I understand, this all happened suddenly, we don't... Know much of each other, but I said it, and I meant it, I adore you, Amora Taylor. I want to know how to be better- For you."
 
Amora shook her head. “That’s not what I meant,” she replied, seeming frustrated with herself. “It’s just that… ever my other person I’ve been with has been for my gain.” She could feel tears welling in her eyes, but she didn’t care. “I want the best for you, too. It’s just that I don’t know what to do.” Amora sighed again, putting her hand to her forehead. “I… don’t want to manipulate you like I did with the other guys I was with.”

She looked at Cabacci with a look of mild regret. She shouldn’t have told him that. Now Amora has to persuade him that he’s not at fault. The memories still lingered in her mind, like the smell of smoke after a raging wildfire.
 
His brow furrowed further, but it wasn't anger, it was worry, some sort of pain, as much as he tried to force himself to smile, his eyes spoke of how his heart truly felt. He didn't want her to worry over the past, or things that she no longer had control of, but it was difficult for him to find what words were right to say.

"You aren't doing that... You won't manipulate me."
Cabacci sighed, his hand reaching once again to trace the sides of her face in a tender, gentle way, trying to find anything in her eyes that told him she'd be better soon. He hated seeing her like this, it made his heart feel a strange weight, even if he was aware that he didn't have control over her mind or emotions.

"Amore mio... If anyone knows what is best for me, is myself, and what is best for me is you." The man slowly leaned in, and placed a soft kiss on her forehead, moving away once more to make sure she was still paying attention.

"I don't know, what to do either, this all happened so fast- But I don't have a doubt, this is right. Sono innamorato di te, I am in love with you. No matter what you did, or you do... Yes?"
 
Amora sighed with relief. "I thought you'd hate me after that," she said heavily. "Usually when you tell someone you're manipulating them, they push you away." She let the bitter memories linger in her mind for a second or two before pushing them away. This wasn't the way to deal with her past, holding onto it like a bouquet of brown, wilted lilies.

She finally looked at Cabacci instead of just past him. "I understand, but I didn't know you truly meant it then. A lot of people say things like that in the heat of the moment, and they don't mean them." Amora sighed and wrapped one of her arms around his chest and pulled him closer.

A faint smile touched her lips as the memories faded further and further back into her mind.
 
Cabacci shook his head a bit, finally sensing the tension dissipate after so long.

"You see, I am not good, at holding grudges... But I am very good at speaking what my heart says, amore mio."

He allowed himself to be pulled closer to her, enjoying the warmth they shared, it had been a rough day, but he was happy, his heart felt full, he even forgot they were still in danger, that at any time they'd have to go out and fight those who opossed them, but he couldn't think about that right now, he didn't want to.

His head gently rested on her, letting his mind slowly melt away as the minutes went on.
 
As Amora drifted off to sleep, she pulled Camacho closer to her, resting her head on top of his. “I’m glad we had this conversation now rather than a few months later.” She laughed softly, and she could feel her eyes becoming too heavy to keep open. “I… love you, Cabacci,” she muttered, unsure if he would hear her.

With that, she drifted away.
 
He heard of course, how could he not have heard? Even if he didn't reply, his heart felt warm, full and content. Things were finally looking up.

-

It had been a few days from their encounter, a week. Cabacci and Amora spent their days resting together, getting used to their new life together, and though Cabacci was obviously terrified of the idea of sharing a space with someone, in the end his walls broke and accepted to share a bed with her, in the end, he found himself accepting her into every aspect of his life.

The time they spent had been peaceful and all the effort they'd done seemed worth it after all, but he was soon reminded of their task at hand in the strangest of ways.

Cabacci had woken up early today, placing a soft kiss on Amora's cheek before standing up and getting ready for the day ahead. He went downstairs to prepare some breakfast, but something in the air was wrong, everyone was silent, everything was... Slightly different from where he left it the day before. And that's when it clicked in his mind.

Someone had broken into their home.
 
Amora slept peacefully, completely unaware of Cabacci's panic. Whatever happened went unnoticed by her, but something seemed a little off to her, though. It was like a sixth sense, a possible side effect of being someone in her line of work, or maybe it was just part of being a Stand user. Whatever the cause, Amora stirred, noticing Cabacci's absence. She sat up and looked around the room, looking for him but not finding him. She stood up, feeling slightly panicked. It was probably nothing to worry about, but something just felt wrong, as if she was in a haunted manor rather than a nearly aristocratic estate.

Amora stood up and walked downstairs, quickly putting on a bathrobe to cover herself up. She leaned over the stairway and called out, "Cabacci? Are you there? Is something wrong?"
 
Cabacci gestured for her to stay close, his movements were a bit erratic. Uncommon for a confident and bold man like him.

His head felt heavy, and a migraine was building up the longer he spent in the hall. The lamps flickered ever so lightly, and the floor seemed almost like a sponge as he stepped on it.

He thought for a moment that it may have been a bad dream, or maybe he'd had too many glasses of wine last night, but no, this was more than that.


"Bella. We got company..."

With a deep breath, True Blue manifested behind him.

"You kept the thing hidden right?" He says, talking about the arrow. "This idiot hasn't found it yet, that's why they're here...We've had a very nice week together, but I must admit, I was missing the old routine."

There was a stand user messing with them, maybe one, or worse, a few. But they remained hidden, this mission wasn't for them to fight Cabacci or Amora directly, they were meant to find the arrow and run, but they hadn't managed to find it yet.

Cabacci's True Blue was very powerful, however, several Stand users would be a bigger problem for him, since he was more of a 1 on 1 fighter, he wasn't thinking about that though. He needed to remain cofident if he wanted his God Complex to work properly.
 
As Cabacci mentioned they weren’t alone, Amora’s eyes widened with worry.

“Si, mi vida,” she replied, her gaze shifting across the room. Black Dahlia appeared behind her and looked around the room with much better perception abilities than Amora. “I hid it, just as you asked.” She thought for a second, and smirked a little. “But… I was also getting bored of not being in life threatening danger constantly. It’s very… refreshing to finally get back to the old routine.” She breathed a laugh before focusing on the enemy. She couldn’t see them, but she knew they were around here somewhere.

Amora looked at Cabacci, thinking about their options. She looked around the room again and gestured for him to take cover. “I have an idea, but you might not like it. I’m going to try to… flush them out.”

She prepared to use Black Dahlia’s Mother-of-Pearl Massacre. The scale-like darts on Black Dahlia’s body appeared to stand up like a scared cat’s, and it narrowed its eyes as it prepared to attack.
 
"Flush them out like a topo huh?... Truthfully, I always like your ideas innamorata."

Cabacci winked at her. He didn't need a plan word by word, his head darted towards the kitchen counter and quickly got behind it, letting Amora handle it for now. The man was starting to adapt to her fighting style, making things easier for each other, like two gears that make a machine work perfectly as they lock in.

Whatever the Stand bothering them was, it wasn't too strong, not alone at least, it seemed to be a mere illusion, a trick of the light even, but he was sure that there was something there, as much as he couldn't see it at first glance. Maybe it was a very small Stand, he thought. Regardless, Amora had a better perception than him, even with his True Blue.

The Stand user was on the move, light footsteps could be heard, it was frantic, moving in a panic at the sight of Cabacci's sudden movement, but it was more than one set of steps, hearing clearly, there were two, maybe even three, but the third set was much calmer, still, as if confident they shouldn't worry about what was coming their way.

"How many do you think came to visit, amore mio? Might pour them some drinks once they come out." He said teasingly, keeping his confident exterior as Amora handled their unwanted guests.
 
Amora smirked as Black Dahlia prepared to attack. “Not sure, let’s find out,” she replied. Black Dahlia’s eyes began to glow bright white, and after a pause that felt ages longer than it was, it finally fired. It was strangely silent, but the aftermath was anything but.

“Mother-of-Pearl Massacre!” She cried as darts clouded the living room and most of the entire first floor. They just went through Amora, but everything else looked like a pincushion, covered in Black Dahlia’s tiny darts. Hopefully, the Stand user was hiding somewhere, and they’d be out of commission until she said otherwise. Not many could take one dart and resist her influence, let alone ten, or maybe even more than that.

“Reveal yourself,” Amora said smoothly. “And tell me truthfully how many of you there are.” Her voice was oddly… seductive in a way. Even though he wasn’t charmed by Black Dahlia, it almost made him want to do as she said. Amora was versed in the subtle art of manipulating others through her words, even if they weren’t affected by her more… supernatural powers. It was handy in a pinch, and it made it easier to get what she wanted, charmed or not.
 
With a strangely confident tone, a voice could be heard replying to her question.

"Three." A man came out from behind some sort of cover, it was a gel of sorts, that made a wall between them, through the gel itself, he couldn't be seen, but as soon as he stepped away from it he came into view, dressed in leather and with an excentric hairstyle to match. He was tall, imposing, yet kept an oddly elegant stance. "Report was right, you'd be trouble, if only Cabacci had been alone, we would've been able to kill him. For shame really."

What was clearly a Stand circled around him, small, shiny and green like a jewel, a fly.
"We were told not to fight you, but now I'm intrigued about what other things that Stand of yours can do." He chuckled in a mocking manner.

The other two soon approached, posing in bizarre manners to assert some type of intimidation on the residents of this home.

One was a skinny and short man, who seemed like a complete pushover, the other, a woman with quite a bit of bulk and a buzzcut, their Stands hadn't manifested, not yet at least.


Cabacci looked over the kitchen counter, a sigh escaping his lips.

"I don't know these rubes... I'll cover your back love." The man manifested True Blue partially, using only its arms, focusing all his energy of them, thinking it may be smart to not leave her all alone against three enemies he knew nothing about.
 
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