Everyone was back to normal after the fight with the attacker. The man was headless, his mouth was zipped up so he would not make a sound. Fugo was checking Narancia's head for bumps. He did find one. Narancia got angry and kicked the headless body. Fugo and Abbacchio joined the scout in kicking the body. Bruno was keeping a lookout as Giorno was checking the wallet he found on the body for Identification. Mario Zuccero, a Roman gangster. "Rome huh? Way to bastardize where I and my mother was born.," little (y/n) hissed from her perch on Mista's shoulders. Narancia, Fugo and Abbacchio kept kicking Mario's body. Mista retrieved some glasses and fishing line with a hook from the cabin. He squatted next to the severed, yet still alive, head of the Roman gangster. The man had something on his face. Mista noticed it, "What is that on your face? Is that seaweed or garbage?" Mista leaned in closer, "It looks like it could be seaweed, but it could also be plastic." "I hope not!," the plum haired girl said, "I'd hate to see this lovely ocean polluted!" "Yeah. It would be a real shame, so what is that? Is It seaweed? Is it trash? Is it seaweed on a piece of trash?," the gunslinger asked.
"I think the trash has seaweed on his face.," the little girl said and reached put her hand, plucking the item off of the head with her stand, "It's seaweed. Kelp" "Whoo. Thank goodness. I was afraid our beautiful ocean was polluted.," the gunman replied, "Aren't you happy that it was just seaweed? Huh? Answer me. It's rude to not answer a question."

Mista saw that the man's head was looking at the fishing line and the glasses in Mista's hands, "Oh these? I found them in the boat. Which do you prefer me to use? The glasses or the fishing line? We need answers, starting with whoever it is you are working with." Zuccero's head was making muffled screams as Mista was talking to him. "You know, I was being polite to let you choose which one you would rather me use. But, if you won't choose, I'll have to use both!," Mista said and hooked the fish hook into Zuccero's eyelid before tying him to the rail to hang, the gunman placed the glasses onto the man's head. "It's only going to get worse, garbage.," the little girl said as she sat on Mista's shoulders, "The glasses lens are convex, allowing the light to be refracted into your eyes. With how the sun is, your corneas will be burned and you'll be blinded within the next half hour or so. Or I can get this over with and eat you right now."
The little girl hopped off of Mista after Narancia did a name divination with Zuccero's full name. The scout determined that he was going right to hell. To the ninth circle. The little girl sat on the deck as she watched Narancia turn on his boombox to play music. A nice bright song played. The music was funky with a good beat. Narancia began to dance as the song played, doing a shuffle and a spin with a pose. Mista joined in soon after with the dancing, just to add more annoyance to the man they were torturing. Fugo joined in last, right as the chorus played. (Y/n) watched them dance and clapped at them once they finished dancing, "Wasn't that wonderful, Zuccero? Huh? Is something wrong with your eye? Perhaps you should worry about what will happen to the other one.~"

"Hey, stop screwing around you dumbasses and come look at this, dammit!," Abbacchio told the younger members of the team. The teens hopped off of the platform they were on to go see what he had found, the former policeman punched the head in an outburst of anger. The hook tore out of the head's eyelid and sliced the eye as the head rolled on the ground. Abbacchio scoffed then turned to Giorno, "Giovanna! I'm not letting you see my stand, but I'm doing you a favor and letting you hear its voice!" Giorno walked off after shrugging, he understood. As the others were listening to the stand, he noticed the child stuck her fingers into the body of the gangster. She pulled her fingers out and blood dripped from the holes she left. After Moody Blues played the event, the others were a little panicked on what to do next. However Giorno had a plan, he changed a life preserver into a fish that would pull him to shore, that way he could get rid of Zuccero's partner. He explained to the team that he had a dream to move up the ranks of the organization and change it from the inside out.
"You're ambitious. Like someone I knew...," (y/n) said. Abbacchio was laughing from what Giorno said before pointing at out that they had no idea what this partner looked like or who he was. Mista volunteered to go with Giorno as his stand, the Sex Pistols were made for killing. He would be most equipped for the mission. The two quickly gathered what was needed for the mission. Giorno looked to the little girl, recognition was in his eyes. He somehow knew her, like she knew his scent, the scent of his blood. He and Mista left.

(Y/n) felt herself being picked up. She smelled Fugo's scent. "You've had enough, we don't want to kill him.," She heard Fugo say in a calm voice as she was being held like a doll. Fugo handed the child off to Bucciarati after walking to him. The black haired man held his adopted daughter and gave her a cuddle, "I'm sorry. I swore in front of you." She had heard all kinds of swearing over her many years of life, yet Bucciarati seemed to be genuinely concerned for her. She did not mind. "Remember, don't use your stand unless it is completely necessary. We don't want a repeat of the incident two months ago.," the black haired man spoke to the child, "Polpo and I had to clear that up so the other members of the organization did not find out about you." "I'm sorry, papa. See in you hurt made me mad, I lost control over Avalon. He is merciless.," the child apologized. "Let's just hope we don't have to ask him for help.," Bruno said and gave her a kiss on the head.
"Bucciarati, what are we going to do with him?," Abbacchio asked and motioned to the headless body Narancia and Fugo were kicking again. "Oh. We could tie him up and stash him in a cabinet.," Bucciarati replied. "I could eat him.," (y/n) offered. "Was taking some of his blood not enough?," the blue eyed Italian asked. "No. I need more.," the pillar child replied, "Plus, it would be a shame to waste good, tenderized meat." She heard Zuccero's head let out a muffled scream. She did not know of it was from her wanting to eat him or the kicks he was getting. The plum haired child was let down to wander the boat by her adopted father who adored her. She felt his hand pat her soft hair.

The little girl found Zuccero's head and picked it up by the hair, "You're kind of stupid. And your sense of fashion is horrible." She dragged the head behind her. "A human head weighs a bit, thanks to the brain and muscles inside of it.," the girl talked to the head, "Surprisingly, hair and skin are kind of strong, hair being pretty tensile. Five pounds is not much for a full head of hair." The head let muffled screams out as she dragged him to his body so he can watch the kicking. "Have you tenderized it enough yet?," the little girl asked Abbacchio. "You want to add yours in?," Fugo asked. "I'd break something if I kicked him.," the plum haired pillar girl replied. "(Y/n), just come here and kick him.," Abbacchio said. The tiny gir set the head down and went over to the body, she gave it a sharp kick and an audible Crack was heard.
"Sounds like you broke something!," Narancia laughed, "What was it? His spine? His ribs?" "Enough, all of you.," Bucciarati told him team and used his binoculars to look at the shore, "I see Giorno on the shore. Mista has already went to take care of the partner." "Papa. Can I eat him?," the little girl asked. Bucciarati looked to the body, "Fine. Just make it clean and easy to dispose of the leftovers." "Okay!," the little girl chimed and stuck her hand into the body of the gangster and drained him as his head watched, she heard his muffled screams of terror as she absorbed his body without letting him feel any of the comforting feelings that some experience when being fed on by her species.

She reattached his head and rolled him up into an easily disposable roll of skin. With the powder of his bones, she could make some things like her father showed her. She felt better after feeding for the first time in a while. Her adopted family looked kind of disgusted at her feeding. Bucciarati was watching the shore a bit more before going back  to the helm to steer the boat to land. (Y/n) picked up her things and put her cloak on, her skin was burning. She stood next to Abbacchio as Bucciarati steered the boat into dock. She could see a lot of tourists at Capri. She did not blame them, the island was very beautiful. "Hey, (y/n), have you been here before?," Narancia asked. "I have. Daddy brought me here when I was a baby. He said that Wamuu and Esidisi would play with me on the shore at night. We would hide during the day to avoid the sun." "We're not here to play now, we have work to do, so keep close.," Bucciarati told the child.
"I will papa.," the plum haired child replied as she held onto Abbacchio's leg. "Good.," the black haired man smiled, "Keep a lookout for stand energy. Just in case there are more enemies." (Y/n) gave him a nod as he docked the boat, Fugo tied the boat and Narancia took a look around. "There doesn't seem to be any danger nearby.," the violet eyed scout said. "We can't be too careful, other gang members like to hide among the populous.," Fugo reminded the scout. The little girl pulled on Abbacchio's trousers, the former policeman looked down at the girl and crouched to listed to her. "I smell blood. Mista is hurt, but he got the enemy.," she said. The pale haired man nodded and looked to Bucciarati, who also heard her report. "No more stand users?," Fugo asked. "None. Just Giorno and Mista.," (y/n) answered, "They are waiting for us." "Then let's go.," Bucciarati ordered and got off of the boat. His group followed, Abbacchio carried the child around as they looked for the other two. They found Giorno and Mista near one of the radio building.

Abbacchio gave his little shoulder buddy to Bucciarati as he picked up the wounded Mista and helped him to a safe place where they could patch up his wounds. There was some shrapnel in Mista's wounds. "(Y/n), can you get the shrapnel and bullets out?," Fugo asked and got a cheerful nod from the little girl. She used her ability to reach into Mista and pull out the bullets, "Got them!" "Good. Can you sit there on that bench?," Bucciarati asked, "We have some things to do." "Okay! Papa!," he got from the happy little girl. She could feel Giorno's eyes on her. He followed the others as she sat on a bench and played with the toys she had. Her Porcelain doll and The purple plush animal that Abbacchio got her. She was happy. No more enemies to worry about for a bit, yet she noticed a pair of janitors nearby. The old man was eyeing her and Bucciarati when they walked up....