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Summary: borrower abbacchio is an innie borrower that is friends with a human housemate. But after his housemate gets shot he is caught by the criminals and trapped in a wine bottle.
Pairing: bruno and abbacchio
Tw: alchohol, murder, gorey depictions, dehumanization, drowning, mouthplay
Abbacchio had been settling in for the night when it happened. He and his human housemate, Junsa, have been friends for a while. Very dear to one another, in fact. See, borrowers have excellent hearing. So when his human friend said he would be in his room, Abba had been notably curious when the back door was opened. And even more so when he heard multiple voices.
His human housemate didnt normally invite people this late and that back door had been locked.. he quickly climbed out of his nest-like bed, woven from cotton scraps, grass, feathers, etc, and tugged on his little boots. He didnt bother to lace them before bolting through the walls along his little walk way to Junsa's bedroom.
When he poked his head out of the hole in the wall, the room was dark. The bathroom light was on and the sink was running. Doesnt matter if he is indecent, he needs to know about the possible danger! So back in the wall he went, anxious as he finally made it to the loose electrical outlet by the bathroom counter. His housemate was shaving. He breathed a sigh of relief. But when he went to warn him, everything went white, and ringing overtook his sense of hearing.
Everything was gone. He couldnt see, nor would the ringing stop. No ammount of covering or flattening his ears could fix it. In all the disorientation of the temporary hearing and sight loss, he collapsed onto the counter. He thought perhaps he had touched a live wire on his way out. The counter was warm and wet. Maybe there was an electronic device left on the wet counter..?
⚠️Gorey description warning⚠️
Soon his vision began to blur back into veiw. The first thing he saw overhead was the bathroom light. Then blood trickling from the crumbling remnants of the mirror. He turned his head. He could see that the counter was in fact not wet. He was laying in a puddle of his housemate's blood. There was a lot of blood running down the sink and smeared down the counter. He sat up, blood sticking his hair to one side of his face. He could see Junsa slumped against the cabinet with a hole in the back of his head.
Abbacchio stood quickly, shouting for his housemate to get up as tears welled in his eyes. He normally would never behave this way. But he was absolutely distraught. Dont get caught. Dont let them see you. He never bothered hiding from his housemate. But he was unfortunately about to learn the hard way why borrowers say that..
Abbacchio was seized by a grubby, sweaty hand, and they were not gentle with him. "Hey, look! He has a little roomate!" the one with the gun said, his partner laughing as abbacchio faught and clawed at their hands. He was big for a borrower. But not big enough.. "Hah, he's pissed!" The other human said, amused by his fighting and struggling. They killed his friend. They were taking him out of his home. He was enraged, greiving.
"Why are we takin' the little pest? Who's gonna believe a borrower?" The other added. The gunman elbowed his partner. "Numbskull, we cant chance it. We gotta get rid of the little rat." He said. Rat. Pest. Fucking disgusting people. "I'll see you bastards in hell!" Abbacchio cursed.
The borrower's hearing had finally come back but that time he had no idea how to get back home. He felt the gravity of his situation. He's small. He cant fight them. He's far from home. He's alone. It was dark. It was misting. He was brought into a dirty old alley, where they found a drunk with a half empty bottle of wine. No. They wouldnt do something so terrible, surely not!
Before he could even protest he was stuck into the wine bottle. He barely fit through.. he'll never make it out. He couldnt swim forever. He struggled to surface in the confined space, the alchohol burning his eyes. They corked the bottle and gave it back to the passed out drunkard. If he didnt drown, he'd still die..
Bruno was just making his rounds when he came across some men coming out of an alley, talking to eachother about a borrower.. Bruno did not like people that bothered those little folks. Borrowers were pretty much unheard of. But the few times he had encountered them, they were being put through hell.. so he decided to investigate.
The raven haired man stepped into the alley, looking around in hopes of spotting a borrower. He didnt think he would find one untill he decided to investigate the drunkard, and heard the wine bottle drop to the ground. He watched as a borrower drenched in wine sat up on its hands and knees and coughed up some wine. It was a wonder the bottle had tipped over.
He quickly approached, only to watch the little guy look up and move as far from the bottle neck as possible. He didnt blame him. It must be terrifying being tormented like this. He uncorked and emptied the bottle, leaving only the drenched borrower.
"come on now, those men left. Try to stay back while i get you out of there.." bruno said, attempting coax the smaller being. Unfortunately, abbacchio had had way more alchohol than a borrower needs. He shook his head. Bruno uzed his zipper man to simply split the bottle without making it dangerous. He reached in, but didnt grab him.
Abbachio saw the outstretched hand, and in his clouded thought process, decided Junsa had come to his rescue. Junsa was the only human that had ever offered his hand instead of picking him up. It had to be him.
Bruno watched the soaked borrower collapse into his hand. he discarded the empty bottle. "Would you mind if i brought you home?" he asked the borrower. He didnt expect much of an answer. "Home.." he heard the exhausted borrower mumble. It wasnt like abba had a better option. He was lost, drunk, and wet.
Bruno took notice that the borrower was getting his hand all sticky. Gross. He sighed. At least if he's drunk he cant make this difficult. He had to get the wine off or it would be a hassle for the borrower later. So he popped the little guy into his mouth, and began to lick him clean.
Abbacchio had no idea what the hell was going on, and squirmed and fussed as he was licked clean. His flavor gradually changed from wine to bitter black cherry. Which was an improvement from cheap whine. Once abbacchio was clean, the drunk borrower just rested on bruno's tongue. In his foggy brain this was a good spot to sleep. Bruno was a bit surprised, but allowed it. At least he would be warm untill they made it back.
When morning came, Abbacchio sat up with a jolt, his long hair falling into his eyes as he searched his surroundings. This place was unfamilliar and he was wearing a large shirt and shorts that did not belong to him. He was.. abnormally clean. He didnt remember having a bath. The last thing he remembered was.. Junsa. Junsa was dead..
he stood, his head a bit foggy, his eyes burned, and his throat was sore, but he was able to walk straight. He was on a night stand.. this wanst his house. It was so surreal.. he had to hide. He had to leave. Start all over..
Bruno came back into the room, only to spot the new borrower up and about. He smiled. "You're awake. Thats good." Bruno said. He had a cup of warm tea in his hand, and a smaller one that looked to be decorative. He sat down, setting the cup on the side of the table, watching as the small light haired borrower fled behind a vase of flowers. "Dont worry, you're safe now." He promised, "Come on out."
Abbacchio was terrified. "Stay away, i dont even know your name!" he fussed, his head ache flaring up, causing him to lean on the vase. "Ow ow ow, what is this??" He asked, holding his head with flattened ears.
Bruno lowered himself to the floor so he would be at the borrower's eye level. "That would be a hangover. Thats what the tea is for. Im Bruno Bucciarati." He said, holding out a single finger. Abbacchio looked up once the aching subsided. He hesitated. He stood and approached, taking hold of the finger with both hands and lightly shaking it. "Leone." he said, not wanting to give his full name. He didnt quite trust the other.
Bruno smiled some. He moved his hand away only once he let go. Abbacchio looked over at the tea as bruno retrieved the larger cup. he looked at the human, and then went to get the small cup. It was warm, and smelled like honey and mint. He took a drink and calmed, enjoying the sweet flavor. It helped his throat, and it was just nice to have a warm drink after it all. He didnt get why he wasnt more upset. Perhaps the shock of it all. "..what happened." He finally asked.
Bruno looked up from his tea cup when Leone spoke. "..Well, i found you in a wine bottle after a couple of nasty looking jerks came out of the alley they left you in. So i got you out of the bottle. You had a lot of wine. So i cleaned you up and brought you home. Got you some new clothes.." bruno said.
Abbachio didnt think he should believe him. But Bruno was gentle while handling him. And he did wake up clean, dressed, and wrapped in a blanket. Well, a wash cloth. But same difference. "Alright." He said.
With that, the two drank their tea in comfortable silence. abbachio looked down at his half filled tea cup. This was.. He could manage this.
This story might get a part two :)
Also Junsa is just what i call abbacchio's partner, he deserved at least a name :(
