(Y/n) stayed with Abbacchio overnight after Bucciarati called to tell them he would be home very late. The little girl stayed quiet and played with the stuffed animal that she carried around. She could tell that Abbacchio was a little uncomfortable. "I could go and-," she started. "You are not going to hunt drug dealers.," Abbacchio stated. "I was about to say catch a large fish.," the little child finished. "Just come over here. I made some dinner for you as well.," the white haired man spoke and put down a little plate for her. The plum haired girl climbed up onto the chair that Abbacchio had some cushions on so she could reach the table. The man sat down on the other side of the table, "You're still holding onto that toy?" "It's very soft. Thank you, Abbacchio.," (y/n) told the man. Abbacchio only made a small hum noise. He ate his meal and sipped his wine. The little girl could not help but to tilt her head as he sipped his wine. She remembered, her father liked wine. "Eat it before it gets cold.," the white haired Italian man told the child, "It will lose flavor if you wait too long."
The little girl picked out the fork and began to eat the meal that was made for her. It was tasty and she ate happily. She stopped when Abbacchio started wiping her face with a napkin, "Eat neater." Her little cheeks and face squished under the napkin he was using to clean her face. The Italian man stopped cleaning her cheeks and gave her face a little squeeze, "Your skin is like silicone rubber." The girl whined a little as her cheeks were squished, "My daddy's was the same way." Abbacchio let her face go and sat back down to eat.

After dinner, (y/n) helped Abbacchio clean up. She waited for him to get ready for bed. The former policeman had a nice set of pajamas on. The pillar girl followed him to his room. She climbed up next to Abbacchio. One of his eyes opened and looked at her before his arm lifted up, "Fine. Come here." The plum haired pillar child climbed closer and the man hugged her with his strong arm. "Don't tell the others.," She heard him murmur as he settled down to sleep. The red eyed girl snuggled close to the former policeman. Her head rested next to his chest, she listened to his breathing and his heartbeat. Both were strong. His breathing and heart rate was slowing down as he dropped into restful sleep.
She liked this human. He seemed to have a bit of a bad past, but he had a good heart. Just like other friends she made. (Y/n) hugged her little stuffed animal as she settled down in his arms to rest. Abbacchio and the others were good people, even if the gang they were with were horrible people. A small smile was on the little girl's face. She thought over everything that had happened after she had been taken in by Bucciarati. Those thoughts also made her remember that golden head of hair she had seen. That hair was very familiar. It looked like Dio's hair. The girl knew she had some issues, especially if she was seeing things that reminded her of past trauma.

Thinking about her past made her remember Haruno. He's the only one that she was unable to find. She wondered if he was okay. If he still had the turquoise earrings she had given him. 'He's fifteen years old by now.,' she thought to herself, 'I wonder if he took my advice on being a better person than his mother or stepfather?' Her red eyes closed and she snuggled closer to Abbacchio. It was late. She played a lot with Mista and Narancia. She may as well get some rest. She was hungry too, she needed something that would fill her more than just some Italian food, even though the food was amazing. The child sighed happily and let herself fall asleep with a stuffed animal in her arms while she was being held in Abbacchio's arms. The covers were pulled over the two by a ghostly hand.
A peaceful and restful night passed before morning came. (Y/n) was still snuggled close to Abbacchio. The man had a small smile on his face, he was peacefully asleep. No more scowl. Her little red eyes opened as Abbacchio's alarm sounded. The tiny pillar tried to crawl out of his grasp, but the man's strength kept her firmly in place. She pouted a bit, "Abbacchio! It's time to get up!" The man groaned a bit as the little girl began tapping him with her tiny hands. "Abbacchio!," she called again before getting her tiny mouth covered. "I hear you.," the white haired Italian man said and sat up. His hair was a little bit messy from bedhead. He looked a little different without his lipstick on. The Italian man got up and made his bed, his yellow and violet eyes looked a little sleepy. (Y/n) followed him as he got ready for today. She sat on the bathroom counter and brushed his hair as he washed his face after he changed clothes.

He had a light breakfast before he left his home, (y/n) stood beside him as he locked his door and followed him as he walked down the street. Her stuffed animal was in her arms as she followed him. She had to quicken her pace so that she could keep up with his long legs. She heard him mumble something about 'being older today'. The little girl did not know what he was talking about as she kept pace with him. The Italian man stopped and looked back on the child who was following him. Her Red eyes were looking right back at him. He looked around before picking her up. Her tiny arms hugged the bear she held. "We're meeting at the usual place, Bucciarati said he had something to discuss.," Abbacchio said as he walked, "You can have something sweet and have some tea." "I wonder what papa wants to tell you.," the little girl chimed. "Who knows.," Abbacchio replied, "We just need to wait and see." The white haired Italian man walked with the tiny girl on his shoulder. He felt her tiny hands hug his neck as she was carried.
Abbacchio went to the restaurant that they were to meet the others at. Mista was at the door, waiting for the two. "Hey Abbacchio, (y/n), Buongiorno!," the friendly gunslinger grinned. "Buongiorno.," Abbacchio replied and placed the tiny girl down. "Buongiorno, Mista!," (y/n) greeted the dark eyed teen, "Did you sleep well?" "I did. Let's go in, Fugo and Narancia are already inside.," Mista said and led the two back to the table. The gunman sat down and picked up the book he was reading.

Abbacchio sat at the table and the plum haired pillar girl sat on his lap. "Buongiorno Abbacchio.," Fugo greeted, "I hope you don't mind we already ordered your favorite tea." "Abbacchio! We got you something!," Narancia chimed and gave the former policeman a music player and headphones, "We got what you wanted. We your favorites on it!" The white haired man took it and listened to the music that played in the headphones, he made a small smile. "Thanks.," was the only thing Abbacchio said in reply before he started to listen to the music. The five sipped tea and relaxed a bit. Fugo and Narancia worked on Narancia's schoolwork. The tiny pillar child sat on Abbacchio's lap and sipped her tea. She was pretty happy with these new friends. But, she sort of missed her old friends. The plum haired pillar began to wonder where her adopted papa was. What was he doing? What work did he have to do?
Her thoughts were interrupted by a waiter bringing cake to the group. The waiter set it on the cart next to Mista and the others. The little girl noticed something wrong. There were four slices. She knew this would not be good for Mista, he had horrible tetraphobia. The little girl hopped off of Abbacchio's lap when Mista noticed the amount of cake, What the hell is this?!" "It's just cake.," Fugo replied cooly. (Y/n) used her stand to retrieve a piece of cake for Abbacchio as Mista complained about the number of slices there were, she gave the slice to Abbacchio and climbed back up onto him. "Mista, they thought there were four people here. Of course they gave us four slices.," the child explained. Fugo sighed, "Don't eat the cake if you are so superstitious, (y/n) can have your slice." "I want cake!," Mista yelled.

The plum haired pillar watched as Abbacchio ate a bite of the cake. He looked down at her before offering her a small bite of his slice. The little pillar gratefully took a bite. It was so sweet! She could taste fresh fruit and creamy dairy in the bite of cake. Mista finally calmed down and went back to reading his book. Fugo and Narancia returned to their tutoring session. Only Narancia once again got the answer wrong. Abbacchio covered the child's ears as the two swore at each other and attacked, creating a mess on the table of spilled tea. Thankfully (y/n)'s tea was saved by Avalon picking up the cup before Fugo slammed Narancia's head into the table. It was loud. But it was familiar to the little girl, She remembered that Santana and Wamuu were once like this.
"What the hell is going on here?! I can hear you from the entrance!," the sound of Bucciarati's voice cut the noise the others were making. (Y/n) made a wide smile, "Papa!" She was let off of Abbacchio's lap and went to greet her adopted father. She abruptly stopped when she saw the young man who had followed Bucciarati, she ran back to the others and hid behind Abbacchio's long coat. Her red eyes glared at the teen. A blond boy with green eyes and golden hair, he had an energy that told her he was a stand user. His hair was styled to have three curls out front and a braid in the back. He had ladybug brooches on his dark blue jacket. Turquoise stud earrings were in his ears. Bucciarati chuckled a little and held out a small bag, "Stellina. I thought you'd want these." The plum haired pillar child came out from hiding and took the bag from him.

He smiled and stood up, "Everyone, this is our new recruit." The young man stepped forward, "My name is Giorno Giovanna, it is a pleasure to meet you." The ten bowed slightly to the ones if front of him. The others ignored Giorno and talked among themselves. The little girl was still glaring at him. "Your accent says Italian, yet your physiology and blood say British-Japanese. You no doubt moved here from Japan after your mother found a husband.," the little girl said. Giorno's eyes looked down at the child with a little shock in them. She relaxed her face as she turned away from looking at Giorno and pulled a porcelain doll from the bag she was given. The little girl hugged the doll as Bucciarati yelled at his men to be polite to the new recruit. He was interrupted by a worker of the restaurant telling him that there was a call for him. He walked away, not before telling the team to correctly greet Giorno.
(Y/n) sat behind Abbacchio's chair and played with her toys quietly as the others talked to Giorno, she was ignoring them for the most part. Gang stuff was not her business. She was too interested in her little playtime to listen. But she did hear laughing and cheering from the ones behind her. The child hugged the toys before hearing the voice of her adopted father. She put her toys up and looked up right ad Giorno drank something. The girl felt stand power coming from him, he used his stand. The little girl watched them react before Bucciarati told them to follow him, (y/n) climbed onto her adopted father's shoulder and stuck her tongue out at Giorno when they walked away. Giorno's face held the expression of surprise and recognition, like he knew her from somewhere...