It was a sunny day in Capri. Bucciarati and his men were in the men's bathroom, discussing things. (Y/n) played with her toys as she waited for her papa to be done with his mission. Her red eyes watched a pair of janitors that were nearby, something was strange about them. One was a woman that was disguised as a man. The little Plum haired pillar girl watched them. She felt the sun bring her skin, so she pulled her cloak over her. She noticed how the janitors kept looking around, like they were waiting for someone. She watched as Narancia came out of the bathroom to tell the janitors to shoo, only to get in a fight with the woman janitor. Bucciarati put a stop to the fight after it started. He knew the smaller man janitor. The man was not a janitor at all, but a Capo that was with Passione, Mr. Pericolo. Bucciarati motioned for his adopted daughter to come to him after he greeted the Capo and gave a respectful bow.
Pericolo looked at Giorno and (y/n), "You must be the new recruit and the secret adopted child. Bucciarati told me about you two." (Y/n) made a nod to the man. "You can call me Mr. Pericolo." The human pointed to Narancia, "You there, I'm sorry about earlier. This one does not like to be touched." (Y/n) looked over to the young woman. The young woman had pink hair sticking out from under the bandana she was wearing on her head. The little girl avoided being picked up by one of her papa's men and ran over to the young woman to take a better look at her.

She was pretty. Pink hair and green eyes. The woman looked down at the little girl who was staring at her. "What's your name? I'm (y/n).," the plum haired pillar introduced herself, "You're pretty!" The pretty punk haired woman looked down at the child more before speaking, "Trish.... Why are you so small?" "I was born premature.," the little girl answered with a big smile, "But don't worry! I'm strong!" Trish was quiet as she looked down at the little girl then back up to the ones the child was with. The plum haired girl heard her papa and Pericolo talk, she learned that Trish was the boss's daughter. Trish went to change in the bathroom as the men talked. (Y/n) wandered back to Bucciarati as he and Pericolo was talking about the ones who were after Trish. Those people who were after her were stand users. Bucciarati's men had to protect Trish from stand users. "I can help. I'll sense them out and kill them!," the little child told her adopted father with a big smile. The blue eyed man looked down at his daughter and then to the Capo, "She is able to sense stand energy." "That will be a useful ability to help protect Trish.," Pericolo said, "But it is not good to put one as young and innocent as yourself in danger." The tiny pillar pouted.
She was picked up by Abbacchio as they left after Trish was done changing. Pericolo went to deliver the fortune to where it needed to go. Bruno gave the order that the gang was to help protect Trish. (Y/n) leaned toward her adopted father as they went back to the boat, "I will have my court help protect her, too." "That is much appreciated, Mia stellina.," the Newly crowned Capo smiled and patted his daughter's head. Bruno helped Trish get aboard the boat. The teen girl went down to the cabin as the gang members got ready to set sail again. Abbacchio set the child down and went to untie the boat. The red eyed child played with her toys while the boat sailed out of the harbor once ready.

Giorno knelt by (y/n), "I finally know why you look familiar." This made a few of the gang that was nearby pay attention to Giorno and (y/n). The blond spoke again once he had the girl's big red eyes staring a him, "You were my friend, Kijo-san. I don't know if you recognize me." "I do.," the little girl replied, "Your scent and hair changed. That's why I did not recognize you at first, Haruno." "Oi, oi,oi, What's this? I thought your name was Giorno.," Mista spoke up. "It is. My name was changed by my mother and stepfather after we moved to Italy from Japan. I knew (y/n) back in Japan as Kijo-san since she looks a little like the mythological Kijo.," Giorno explained. "Your parents are horrible.," the tiny pillar commented. "My mother and stepfather are not the best, no.," Giorno replied to his old friend. "I never mentioned your stepfather. I said your parents.," the tiny child said and turned back to her toys. She played with her porcelain doll.
Giorno stood after the little girl stopped talking to him. He looked at Abbacchio after feeling an angry glare being shot at him. The former policemen had a hard glare set on the golden haired new recruit. The tiny girl hopped up and went below deck, coming back after a bit with blood on her fingers that she was licking off. She went into the cabin where Trish was after Fugo told to clean the blood off of her. The blood faded away without staining after she put her hand on the spots.

The little girl hopped up onto the couch next to the teen girl. She needed to get out of the sun since she reached her limit. The pink haired teen girl looked to the plum haired girl next to her and scooted over to get away. "It's okay! I don't bite.," the little girl said with a smile before frowning, "Wait, that's a lie. I lick more than I bite, though." Trish looked a little uneasy as she read a magazine. The little girl looked down at her toys before looking back up to the older girl. The little girl scooted away from Trish to give her space, "If you want to talk... I'll be here. I understand having people come after you because your lineage." Her red eyes were on the toys she had again. The boat rocked in the waves. The sound of black gulls got quieter and quieter as they got further and further from Capri. (Y/n) put her doll away and hugged the plush animal she held. She had a small smile on a her face as she felt someone petting her head. She knew it was not Trish, the pink haired teen girl was on the opposite side of the couch. It had to be one of the ghosts that followed the pillar.
(Y/n) closed her eyes and enjoyed being patted. After about an hour, she heard Abbacchio calling her to come up, they had docked and were getting ready to go to the safehouse. The tiny girl hopped up and gathered her things before running up to the deck. She alighted onto Abbacchio's shoulder and gave him a little hug to his head. The pale haired man kept a stony expression as the little girl gave him this affection. The gang returned the rented yacht and quickly found a rental car to use to get to the safehouse.

The house was in a Vinyard. The air was fresh and smelled clean. It was a cute little house. Historical. Giorno helped (y/n) out of the car when Abbacchio and the others were busy. The tiny girl pulled down his jacket collar and looked at his neck. A star. He had a star mark. "Why are you so interested in my birthmark?," Giorno asked as the girl was poking at the mark and sniffing him. "You smell like him. Like your father.," the little girl said before she went quiet. "My father? What do you know about him?," Giorno asked, "Please, tell me!" The plum haired girl refused to talk to Giorno after she slipped that she knew about his father. Giorno tried to prod for more information, yet was met with a pouty and annoyed face. The blond teen finally let her go, she ran away from him and stayed out of his reach. She made a hiss and hugged the plush animal she held. She put the porcelain doll somewhere safe so she could play with the stuffed animal she loved.
Bucciarati waved her over, "Can you call your family out? We need to have them know what is going on in case we need their help." "Okay!," the little girl chirped. Giorno was a little confused before Mista nudged him, "She has a group of ghosts who follow her around, they were part of her family when they were alive many years ago." The rest of the gang hung back to watch as the little girl called out to her ghosts to get them to appear, "Esidisi, Wamuu, Santana, mama, we need to tell you something!"

The specters faded into view of the people watching. The men knelt down towards the little girl and Bucciarati when they appeared. The dark skinned one rose and spoke up, "So, what is it?" "We have a new mission that I think we may need your assistance in.," Bucciarati explained, "We have to protect and escort our boss's daughter." The blue eyed pillar man looked down to his niece then to the Italian, "Sounds familiar." This got a giggle out of the woman that had appeared with the men, "It does, it does!" Bucciarati looked at the ghosts then to Giorno, "We have a new recruit." "Hm?," Esidisi hummed before being pointed to Giorno, "Oh... He looks like that bastard that was killed thirteen years ago." The other two male ghosts looked at Giorno before Bucciarati gave introductions. "Giorno, this is (y/n)'s family. They stayed around after they died to help watch over her.," the Capo explained to the blond, "This lovely woman is Ivory, (y/n)'s mother. The one with the single horn is Wamuu. The one with the pair of horns is Santana and this gentleman is Esidisi."
"I sense a great power in you.," Wamuu commented, "If I was still alive, I would have challenged you to a fight." Santana stayed quiet, yet his burning stare was unsettling. Ivory warmly took Giorno's hand, "My, aren't you handsome? You've grown so much. I remember when you were so small, barely bigger than Mia Stellina!~" (Y/n) pulled her cloak over her head to hide her embarrassed face. Wamuu and Santana disappeared as Esidisi stayed behind. "Ivory, don't tease the kids.," Esidisi cackled, "That's my job."

The rest of the gang went to rest a bit before someone had to go grocery shopping. Bucciarati explained the situation to Esidisi, telling the fallen pillar man about the boss's daughter. Ivory stayed to listen as well. "Poor girl must be scared. Her mother died and she was thrust into a dark world she knows nothing about.," the brunette said as she was playing with her daughter's hair. "We don't know if she has a stand or not, we just need to protect her so that these traitors cannot use her against the boss.," Bucciarati told the woman. "Are you not doing the same? Using her to get closer to this boss?," Esidisi asked, "It would be like that hamon user, Jojo, using his connection to lady (y/n) to get close to lord Kars." "Not that Kars would let that happen.," Ivory giggled as she put her daughter's hair into a braid and tied it with a jeweled clasp, "You have taken good care of my daughter, Bruno, and I thank you for that."
The brunette Roman smiled at the Capo, "Oh, what would you and your men like for dinner? I can make something for everyone!" "Is Ivory cooking again?," Mista asked and peeked his head from around the corner, "If so, I'd like that pasta you made last time." "That would be nice, Ivory.," Bucciarati replied, "I accept your offer." "But first, we need groceries and products for Trish.," Abbacchio said and looked to the others, "Meaning, someone has to go."