Groceries had to be bought. After a little deliberating, it was decided that Narancia would be the best choice for it. His stand would allow him to find people following him. "I'll go too!," (y/n) piped up, "My horns can sense stand users. If there are stand users following us, I can find them." She felt a hand on her head from Abbacchio, "Make sure to keep Narancia straight." "I will! Just tell us what to do!," the little pillar chirped. Fugo got the keys and told the two what to do. They had to do several turns and switch to another car to make sure they were not followed. If they were followed, make them lose track or engage them in a fight. Narancia was not really paying attention so he got jabbed in the side with the key. The black haired young man yelled at Abbacchio to back him up, yet the former policeman did not. Abbacchio instead told Narancia to think if he deserved to get jabbed with the keys or not.
(Y/n) waited for Narancia. Her horns sensed Trish moving in her room, the human girl that was the daughter of the mysterious boss. She did not envy the position that Trish was in, yet she sort of understood what Trish was feeling. A powerful father that others were afraid of. Yet Trish did not know exactly who her father was. The plum haired little girl was nudged to go once Narancia had gotten a stiff talking to from Fugo.

The little girl hopped into the backseat and bucked in her seat belt as Narancia got into the driver's seat. "Do you remember everything we need?," the plum haired girl asked. "Trish wanted some things and we need groceries.," Narancia answered, "I have it written down here." "Good. We don't want to get the wrong things and papa get mad at you.," the tiny girl said as Narancia drove off. A few seconds passed before Narancia yelled back at her, "Hey! What's that supposed to mean?!" He did not get an answer from the grinning child, he gripped the steering wheel as his drove before taking a breath and letting it out. He turned on the radio and played some music. The music was funky and made Narancia car dance. (Y/n) wondered if she should get out of the car since he was doing that, it would probably be safer for her to get to the store on her own.
They passed through the countryside, through the vineyards. They finally got to the city and drove around before parking. Narancia helped the tiny child out of the car and locked the vehicle before they went to the store. The tiny girl followed the teen boy around the store, double checking everything they were getting. They especially had to be careful with what they were getting for Trish, she was a very picky young woman. The plum haired child found the makeup that Trish wanted, all of it was a pretty shade of pink. She ran back to Narancia and showed them to the young man. She got a pat on the head and gave them to the teen.

Narancia gave her produce to smell, so she could check for freshness and any traces of poison that could have been laced on it. Her small nose picked up no traces of poison, but she did smell that some of the fruit and vegetables were going rotten. (Y/n) told Narancia about them and advised him to get the freshest ones that were for sale. The child followed him through the store and pointed out some more items that the others would like for dinner one day. The violet eyed teen crouched down and showed two packages of pasta to the girl, "Which one do you think Bucciarati likes more?"  The little red eyed girl looked at the two packages, remembering what pasta her adopted father preferred and pointed to the one that she knew he liked. "Oh, really?," Narancia asked, "Alright, let's get it. Perhaps your mom can make something delicious with it."
(Y/n) gave him a big grin and held the package of pasta like it was another stuffed animal. She wandered behind him, sensing a stand user besides them. She looked around and saw a man that had a red leather Jacket with metal studs on it. His greyish blue hair looked to be shaved close to his head. The little girl felt a stand coming from him, she saw this man looking at Narancia. The little girl gave Narancia the pasta when the man looked away. She ran out of the store, she needed to investigate this human man.

The girl's tiny golden sandals tapped on the pavement as she followed him. The man stopped when he heard the footsteps. He looked over his shoulder, he saw nothing. His green eyes never looked down. Just like everyone else. (Y/n) knew her miniscule height of 76.2 cm was easily overlooked by others as she was out of their eyesight. She followed him to the rental car that Narancia drove. He was looking at the car, completely unaware of the tiny girl behind him. He was checking out the car, perhaps hoping to catch a glance of a map or something. The tapping of tiny sandals on the pavement caught his ears and he looked around being him again. This tan man then looked down after the glint of the sun reflected off of the Silvery horns of the tiny girl who had been watching him.
"A little girl huh?," the man said to himself before crouching to her height, "You're very small." (Y/n)'s ruby eyes stared at him as he looked at her face. "You're kind of cute.," the man spoke to the girl, "Did you get separated from your parents?" The child knew from his expression that he had seen her jewelry, he probably thought she was from a very rich family and could get a reward from it. The pillar child pointed at him and touched the tip of his nose. "You'll have to leave, kid.," the man said and looked around after getting her tiny finger off of his nose, "It might get scary if you stick around."

(Y/n) could tell she already had him fooled, he was not considering her to be a threat. Big mistake. Yet, she did not know of this was one of the ones after Trish, he could have been a natural born stand user. However, the way he was poking around and investigating the car, there was no way he was just a random civilian. She only knew a few natural born stand users. They are particularly rare. "I did not even see you following me, I guess that is the blessing of being so small.," The man said. The tiny plum haired girl pointed to a little hair that was on his shirt, "You have a kitty." "I do have a cat.," the man said as he looked around again, checking to see what was going on with Narancia. "What is your name?," the little girl asked, "my name is (y/n)." "Formaggio.," the greyish haired man answered, his green eyes finally looking back to the big red ones, "Are you lost, (y/n)? Where are your parents?"
'Might as well mess with him a bit.,' she thought to herself, 'I already got him hooked after learning his name.' "I don't know. Papa is gone and Mama was supposed to be going back to the house.," the plum haired pillar child answered. She could feel Narancia moving around in the grocery store still. He was finishing up the shopping. "Hey, (y/n), You might want to skedaddle, I have something to do.," Formaggio said and patted her head, "I might come back to help you find your way home." "Will your stand help?," the little girl asked. "I don't think my stan-," Formaggio stopped and looked at the little girl who was giving him a sharp toothed grin. Her finger poked his nose, "Stand user." "Oi Oi. How do you know about stands?," the man asked before the little girl ran away, darting into an alley. He began to follow when he saw Narancia leave the store and look around.

The black haired Italian teen boy loaded the car with the groceries. He drove through the town, looking behind him and seeing movement on the rooftops above him. He knew that the movement was his friend, she had to be moving on the rooftops to get a better view of the humans below. He drove around in circles, making sure he was not being followed by any humans. He knew that he was being followed by the small pillar girl and the ghost she brought with her for security reasons. Narancia stopped at the side if the road and parked. He looked up and down the street for signs of people following him. He heard a voice call to him from under his car, he knelt and looked down. Small feet disappeared from view. He thought he was seeing things before he stood back up and saw someone in the car!
There was a man in the car! "Narancia. So, where are you headed?," the man asked, unaware of the girl he met earlier watching from above. "You keep looking behind you. Are you being followed?," the man asked and Narancia pulled a knife on him. Formaggio put his hands up in a nonviolent posture, "Whoa whoa whoa! Talk about scary!" "Who the hell are you?! Get out of the car!," Narancia yelled at the man. The Grey haired man put his hands down, "I'm the one asking questions here. First off, don't answer a question with another question, it's rude."

Narancia lost his cool and screamed at Formaggio, "Get the fuck out of my car!" "I guess I have no choice.," the man said, "The name is Formaggio. I'm a member of the organization." (Y/n) listened from the nearby roof. She got confirmation that this Formaggio was an enemy now. But she also knew that Narancia could handle himself. The girl motioned to the ghost who followed her to get the groceries with her as she had a bit of a bad feeling. She knew the man did not see her as Wamuu opened the passenger door. "Narancia, thanks for getting the groceries.," the wind warrior spoke as he unloaded all of the groceries from the car, "You are a great help." Formaggio waited until Wamuu was gone before talking to Narancia again. Wamuu brought the groceries up to where he and the little pillar were hiding.
"Go back and tell papa Bucciarati about this.," (y/n) told the warrior, who bowed and disappeared. She looked down to the car where she heard laughter from. Formaggio made a morbid joke about Polpo's size. Saying that Polpo needed to be cut up to be cremated. The little girl wondered what that had to do with anything. That was until she felt the surge of stand energy from Formaggio. She smelled blood from Narancia. He had been cut by something. This pissed off Narancia.

"I'll murder you!," Narancia screamed as the sound of an aeroplane caught the ears of the tiny pillar girl. 'Looks like Narancia is going to kill him. I wanted to play with him a bit.,' (y/n) thought to herself as she took her poison ring from her bag and looked at the shiny black surface. The girl looked down to the enraged teen as he kicked the car over and over as it was being shot by his stand, Aerosmith. The stand took the form of a tiny plane. She watched as Aerosmith let loose the bomb that was attached to it, destroying the back seat that Formaggio was in. However, (y/n) knew that the man was still alive. She was glad she got the groceries from the car, otherwise they would have been destroyed. She looked at the groceries, making sure that they were the ones that was needed before looking back to Narancia.
She saw Formaggio on top of the car, only he was much smaller than before. (Y/n) watched as Narancia looked around, Formaggio jumped into his pocket. The plum haired pillar girl jumped on top of the car. "What's this noise?," she asked. Narancia looked up at her, "You better get out of here! It's dangerous!" "But weren't we going to play?," she asked, acting innocent, "You promised that we would play. That's what you said in the store." Her red eyes looked into Narancia's violet ones. "Okay, let's play 'Find and kill this enemy'.," Narancia told the little girl, "Then we can get you back home to your mom. First send word to Bucciarati about this." "Already did.," the violet haired child replied, "Wamuu should be there by now." 'Is Wamuu the name of the kid's stand?!,' Formaggio thought to himself, 'is this little girl one of Bucciarati's team and was just messing with me?!' "I can sense him nearby.," the child said.

"Once we find him... we kill him!," Narancia growled.