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Immediately the glass ceiling of the room greeted you, the light from inside burned your eyes and a groan rumbled out from between your lips. Sitting up from where you were an aching pain ran through your body, your eyes tracked across the room for a second or two before eventually coming to rest on Abbacchio who seemed to have been coming to as well.

"Hey Abbacchio, do you remember how I got back in here?" Calling that out when the man had finally opened his eyes you raised a hand scratching the back of your head, a strong stiffness raged through all your muscles upon moving. "I could've sworn I was just out there." Jutting a hand out and pointing towards the ceiling you waited for the silver haired man's response.

A look of confusion crossed his expression before he raised a hand out as if he was examining them. It was odd to you that he wasn't answering your question though upon copying the action you realized that the hands you were looking down at weren't your own.

"You were out there. We both were." Blinking in confusion at what he was saying he added on, "We've swapped bodies. I think everyone on the team has."

Letting out a laugh at what was being said you stopped quickly hearing the pitch and sound of it, you weren't one to doubt things like this happening but it was all too much to wrap your head around in such a short amount of time. "Ok so wait if everyone swapped bodies then who are you?" Knowing that because of the orange bands around your wrist and the attire you must've swapped with Narancia, which left you wondering who Abbacchio had switched with.

"Giorno. Abbacchio and I must've swapped bodies." Explaining that you had to keep your mouth from hitting the floor, sure the two swapping would've been ironic if not for the situation. Now you were just confused over how you'd refer to him, would it still be as Abbacchio or Giorno?

Wanting to ask some more about what was happening yelling from outside quickly caught your attention and upon leaving the turtle you could see Trish and Mista yelling while pointing towards one another.

Having left as well, the real Giorno was quickly approached by Abbacchio piloting the blond's body. "Why, out of everyone did I have to get swapped with you?!" The tone of voice used didn't suit the blond at all but knowing that the silver haired man was really the one speaking made more sense.

Choosing to walk away from the yelling man your gaze met with (E/C) ones, the pair attached to your own body currently being inhabited by someone other than yourself. 'Your' face was twisted into a thoughtful expression, eyes trailing down before you realized what Narancia was doing.

"Wow. I didn't think your boobs were this squishy." Pursing his lips and letting out a hum all the while still in your body, you lurched in place moving to pull his hands away from groping your body.

"Stop! Oh my god! Don't touch them!" Holding onto his wrists a bright red hue quickly spread out across your face. "You don't see me feeling up your body, god!"

"Ok but to be fair...uh." Merely just narrowing your eyes at the excuse about to leave his lips 'Mista' spoke garnering the group's attention.

"Do you think this could be another one of the boss's elite guards?" It was a good inquiry but from the look on 'Abbacchio's face you could tell he wanted to answer quickly. The eagerness to get back into his own body slipped through each word even if he didn't mean to.

"No it wouldn't make sense, we're not being attacked and the only thing this really did was disorient us all. From what I was filled in on, the boss is already somewhere in the colosseum. So there wouldn't be a need for anymore subordinates." What he said made sense and it settled anymore questions anyone might've had for the time being.

Now everyone just needed to adjust to the body they were in, and from the looks of it 'Trish' wasn't handling her switch all too well. Her and 'Mista' were currently yelling at one another once again and from the looks of it, threats were being through through the air before 'Trish' Moved over to hug the waist of 'Narancia'.

"(Y/N)!"

Blinking at the scene before you, 'Mista' placed his hands on his hips shaking his head, "Tch. Don't you get it? That's Narancia. And so what, you're going to kill yourself?" A shrug was given before 'Mista' spat on the ground. The scene itself was rather weird considering everything the gunslinger did was from Trish's body.

A laugh bubbled up from your throat seeing 'Trish' right away begin complaining to 'Mista', the girl's whole demeanor fitting the form of Mista's body enticed some more laughter from you before 'Narancia' spoke pointing something out that none of you had thought about.

"Hey, guys I have a question. So, Bucciarati..." trailing off his eyes bounced around the group. "Ok, so it's me and (Y/N), and Mista and Trish, Giorno and Abbacchio. If we swapped minds with whoever was around us, then who did Bucciarati...He hasn't moved at all but...is he okay?" Seeing him take a step forward, 'Giorno' right away extended an arm halting him.

The deep tone of Abbacchio's voice right away sounded urgent, "Stay away from him, Narancia."

"Someone else is currently inhabiting Bruno's body." Quickly jumping in and explaining that your gaze focused on the man in question, he was still face down against the concrete and no movement was seen. "But we don't know who. So it would be dangerous for any of us to approach him right now. I can really only assume it could be one of two people, the boss or the man waiting for us here. Both of them were in close range of Bruno before disappearing."

"Narancia, scout the area with Aerosmith!" Trish's voice rang out upon saying that and the boy currently inhabiting your body gave a hum already having moved his arms out and already surrounded by a red glow.

"I've been trying...but...something's wrong. Aerosmith isn't...M-my stand ability...Appear! Aerosmith." Keeping his arms out and calling out to the stand silence simply ensued. "It's no use! Aerosmith won't come out! D-Don't tell me our stands-" 'Giorno' quickly cut off 'Narancia's ramblings.

"No, Narancia. That's not it. Take a closer look." Raising a hand and pointing off to the side everyone's gaze moved towards where he was pointing, a large hole had been made in a piece of concrete, smaller pieces of it also fell showing that the hole had been made recently. Upon noticing the hole a loud buzzing noise sounded and everyone had shot their heads upwards.

"Aerosmith!" A look of sheer joy and amazement crossed 'Narancia's expression and a grin curled onto his lips. "I-it's so fast! It's so fast, I can't see it! But what the hell?! I don't know what's going on, but I feel so refreshed!"

Wanting to try it himself 'Mista' quickly pulled out his pistol from where it was tucked under Trish's waistband, quickly firing off a shot. The Pistols all piled onto the one bullet fired making noises of excitement before each pushing off and breaking through bars of the fence fired at.

"My stand is still with me, but it seems to have powered up! I destroyed six iron railings in a single shot! My mind is on point!"

Though what was happening was amazing there was still something you were curious about, "That's amazing and all but, what kind of stand has this ability to swap people's minds? And what is the point of all of this?"

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Everyone this chapter:

Anyways though, hope you all enjoyed this chapter! I low key had a stroke writing it because of the whole body swapping thing haha!

But besides that not to plug my other fic here but I wrote an Abbacchio x reader fic not too long ago and got an angry-sad text from my friend who read it :0 It's supposed to be a bit sad so if you do read it be warned!