Morning light filtered through the window, hitting the face of Bruno Bucciarati. He moved his hand and shifted in his bed, careful not to hurt the little one who was with him. (Y/n) snuggled close to his chest, hugging the teddy bear that Abbacchio got for her one year ago. The black haired Italian man looked at the clock, it was time to get up. He did not know if this child he took in was still in her sleep cycle that she started two days prior. But for some reason, she always came back to him to snuggle. Perhaps because she can't keep her body temperature stable like he could. Bucciarati hugged the small child and got up. He bumped her bag that was on the table and a large red stone fell out with other shining jewels. The Italian man picked up the large red crystal and looked at it. It was beautiful, the same gorgeous red color as her eyes.
He put it away, with the other stones. He saw a pack of pictures in the bag and picked one up, it was an old photograph. A man, two boys and (y/n). The Italian man looked at the smile on the child's face. She looked so happy. Bucciarati smiled lightly, this had to be the family who found her. He put the picture away and closed the bag, no need snooping in a bag he had no business in.

He felt tiny clawed hands grip his nightshirt. (Y/n) was waking up, "Buongiorno." "Buongiorno.," Bruno replied, "Go ahead and get ready. You're going to be spending time with the others. I trust you can behave for Mista and Abbacchio." "I will papa!," the little pillar girl chirped after waking herself up. The little child ran off to brush her hair and get ready. Bruno got ready as well, choosing his suit and brushing out his hair. The little girl came back wearing another one of the little outfits that Bucciarati got for her. Her hair was brushed out and styled. "Well, don't you look cute.," Bucciarati chuckled at her cheerfulness. "Mama did my hair!," the little girl cheered. The Italian knew the ghosts were staying around, he had seen Santana and Ivory hanging around his home. The brunette ghost also learned how to make some simple meals and make coffee or tea to help Bucciarati.
Bucciarati smiled, "Your mother does a great job." The red eyed pillar child gave the man a big smile, "Mama made breakfast!" "Let's go see what she made.," the Italian said and followed the little girl. They found the brunette ghost woman in the kitchen, finishing up making breakfast. "Buongiorno, Bruno. Did you sleep well?," the ancient woman asked with a kind and motherly smile. "I did, thank you.," the Italian responded and sat down as the ghost woman set down the breakfast she made for the Italian man. "(Y/n), don't you have something to give him?," Ivory asked, "Something you made with Wamuu?" "Oh, yeah!," the little girl chirped and ran away before coming back to present a small box to Bucciarati, "We made this for you. A way of saying thanks and welcoming you as part of the family."

Bucciarati opened the box and found a ring in it. A gold ring with patterns that Ivory and the rest of the Fallen family wore. The Italian man took it out and put it on, the ring fit him perfectly. "It's beautiful. Thank you.," Bruno smiled. Ivory clapped her hands together, "Oh, this is so sweet. It reminds me when Kars gave me my first present." The woman's face had a big smile on it and her cheeks were pink. Bucciarati sipped his coffee as he listened to the woman talk, his home was a little more lively and warm with them around. (Y/n) played with her doll and the bear as Bucciarati ate his breakfast. As he was finishing up his meal, Bucciarati saw that (y/n)'s stand had emerged to play with her as well. The stand was rather gentle to her and looked like the child, albeit more masculine. From how it acted, Bruno knew it was a sentient stand. He had also heard the little girl talking to it, calling it her father. Was this sentient stand somehow her father's soul fused with her stand?
The Italian man finished his meal and thanked Ivory for making it. "It's no trouble at all, if anything, I kind of like acting like a housewife.," the Brunette woman said with a smile as she cleaned up, "Have a good day, Bruno, (y/n)." "Okay mama!," the little girl cheered and hugged the neck of her stand. The stand's metal wings wrapped around the little girl. The Italian man stood up and walked to the girl, "Ready to go?" "Yeah!," the plum haired pillar child smiled.

Ivory waved goodbye to the two as they left, she disappeared after they left. Bruno and the little girl walked together, "I have to go investigate some things today, I may be back late." The little girl gave him a nod, "Okay." He held the little plush animal that Abbacchio had gotten for her, she left the doll back in the house to keep it safe. It was one of her most beloved treasures. The plum haired child and the Italian man walked together, they met up with Panacotta Fugo and Narancia Ghirga, two of Bucciarati's men. "Buongiorno.," Narancia greeted. Fugo gave a small nod, "Buongiorno, Bucciarati." "Buongiorno, you two. Polpo ordered me to do another task on my own, I need you to look after (y/n) for me.," Bucciarati told his subordinates, "I trust You and the others can do that?" "Yes, Bucciarati.," Fugo replied, "We'll take care of her. She'll be safe with us." "Good. I don't want a repeat of what happened two months ago.," Bucciarati said and walked away.
Fugo looked down at the child that was now standing beside him, "Don't repeat what you did two months ago." "Okay.," the little girl said and hugged the plush animal she held. She had modified it to have three little horns on it, resembling her a little more. Narancia stretched, "What a beautiful day. I feel like playing outside for a while." "After we work on your academics.," Fugo said and tapped Narancia's head with a workbook, "We still have a lot to cover since you skipped your tutoring last time."

(y/n) saw a payphone nearby, it made her think. She had not told the Speedwagon foundation where she was. The Speedwagon foundation and the Joestar line had to be worried about her. She could call. But that would open an investigation into where she was, though Josuke more than likely already told Jotaro about Their conversation almost a year prior. She sighed, not knowing what to do. She felt a nudge, Fugo was looking down at her, "Why are you looking at the phone?" "Debating on whether or not to call someone.," the little girl answered. "If this person cares about you, why not call them?," the holey suited you man asked. The little girl's cheeks puffed up, "Because he would tell me to go to the checkup I am late for." "Do you not like doctors?," Narancia asked. "The doctors are okay. The foundation they are with are nice, but... I know he'd pull something sneaky.," (y/n) replied, "And I don't like the needles they poke in me.
"Nobody likes needles. What foundation?," Fugo asked. "Speedwagon foundation, I knew the founder. He was a nice man.," the plum haired pillar spoke, "The foundation does a yearly checkup on me to check my strength and abilities. I never get sick, so they just need to chart my growth." "You knew the founder of the Speedwagon foundation?! That is so cool!," Narancia said. The little girl pulled out a picture of her and Speedwagon, "This is Robert E.O. Speedwagon. The founder. I met him when he was in his twenties." Fugo took the old picture, It had the little pillar and a kind looking senior man on it. "You two do look like old friends.," the young man smiled, "You know a lot of people from those stories you tell us."

Fugo gave her the picture back, "If you need to call your friend at the Speedwagon foundation, you probably should. But that is up to you." He grabbed Narancia as the younger boy was trying to sneak away, "You're not getting out of your tutoring today." "Aww! Fugo! This can wait, it's too pretty today!," Narancia said and was dragged away by the elder. (Y/n) looked back to the payphone. Should she call someone? She walked up to the phone and scooted a small box over for her to stand on. Her little hand searched in her bag before she pulled out some coins she could grab. She had enough to make two calls. After taking a deep breath and thinking about who she should call, she put the coins into the phone and dialed the number. Her tiny hands could barely hold the receiver as she waited. Her red eyes scanned over the crowd. She could have sworn she saw golden hair in the people passing, gold hair like her deceased stepbrother. She wanted to follow that hair, to see who it was, why it looked like him.
A voice picked up on her phone, "Ciao. This is Caesar Zeppeli." "Caesar! Ciao!," the little pillar girl greeted. "(Y/n)! Great to hear from you. Are you doing well? You scared everyone after leaving so soon.," Caesar said, "Where are you now?" "I can't tell you, you'd tell Jotaro and he'd tell Kakyoin. Then they would come and get me.," (y/n) pouted, "I'm having fun here." "Are you safe at least?," Caesar asked. "Yes, I am. Mama and the others are helping to take care of me and I made some friends.," the child responded.

She could hear the smile in Caesar's voice, "I'm glad you are safe. But, If you are ever in Venezia, come visit." "I'll do that.," the little girl smiled, "The training island, right?" "That is where I am living.," Caesar chuckled before becoming serious, "I know you are keeping your location secret to keep from going back to Jojo, but you have to go see him some time. We don't have much time left. For you, it will be the blink of an eye." The little girl was quiet, "I don't want to see him." "Why not?," Caesar asked. (Y/n) had to keep herself from getting angry, "That frail old man is not my papa. The Joseph that adopted me over sixty years ago is my papa." "So that is what this is about.," Caesar said, "I understand. Living with creatures that have a significantly lower lifespan than you is painful, especially with the constant reminder of their mortality."
The little girl was quiet, both from what Caesar had said and from looking behind her to see who was standing over her. Mista was leaned against the payphone booth, "Who are you talking to?" "Does it matter, Mista?," The little girl asked and had to turn back to the phone when she heard Caesar ask who she was talking to, "One of my new friends asked me who you are." The plum haired girl felt the receiver be taken from her and Mista put it up to his ear, "Ciao, Who is this that the cute little (y/n) is talking to?" Mista's face had a wide grin on it before it fell, his eyes got a little wider, "Holy-, the real Caesar?!"

Mista had this expression on his face for a while before he spoke, "I am Guido Mista, yeah I am her friend. (Y/n) is very adorable. Yeah, I know that she is not human." Mista gulped and talked a little more, "Yes sir, she's safe." The dark eyed gunman handed the receiver back to the girl, "Did you have fun teasing him?" "Of course.," She heard Caesar chuckle, "I can tell he is another fan. If you can Bring your friends to Venezia,  I would appreciate it." "Okay Caesar! Be sure to show us your pretty bubble tricks when we do!," the little girl chirped. "I have to go now, but call again. Or just come over to Air Supplina Island.," Caesar said with a smile in his voice, "The dock is always open." "Okay Caesar, I'll tell the others.," (y/n) replied, "Bye bye." She hung up and picked up the phone again before putting the coins in and telling the operator where to direct her to. "You're calling someone else?," Mista asked.
"Yeah. A human girl in Florida. We have not seen each other in a while. I want to tell her some things that she needs to hear.," (y/n) said as she waited for someone to pick up. Nobody did, so she left a message for the one she was calling.

"Hello, Jolyne. It's (y/n)..."