Bucciarati found a small weight on his chest when he woke up. He looked down to see a mass of plum violet hair and a trio of three silver horns. He laid his head back on his pillow with a sigh. His hands ran over the mass of plum colored hair. It had been almost a week since he found the tiny girl. He had taken her home, given her a much needed bath and fed her a bit. She had only become kind of clingy a few days after being taken in. She loved to follow Bruno, see what he was doing and help him in some tasks. Not that he minded. She was helpful. His group was a little cautious at first, then started to talk to the child.
The Italian man's blue eyes looked at the ceiling of his room, he felt the breathing of the little girl on his chest. He had not yet seen what her stand could do. He had been hiding her from the rest of the gang, only his group knew about her. Bruno rose from the bed, the small child snuggled to his chest after feeling the cool air of morning on her skin. The Italian smiled a little as the little red eyes of the tiny child looked up at him. "Buongiorno, (y/n).," the Italian man smiled to the little girl. "Buongiorno.," She yawned back and rubbed her little eyes.

"I need to do a few things today. You are going to spend some time with the others while I am working.," Bucciarati told the child, "Do you think you can behave?" (Y/n) nodded with drowsy movement, "Yes papa." Bruno stopped getting up and looked at the small face of the tiny child that he held. He felt some warmth in his chest. He set her down on the floor. The little girl stretched and rubbed her horns, a small habit that Bruno noticed she had. She went to put on one of the little dresses he got for her, her small feet padded on the floor. He wondered about her horns but chalked it to be a feature of her species. Bruno changed and heard the tapping of tiny shoes coming back to him. The little plum haired girl looked up to him, "Can you zip up my dress?" She was wearing a flowery patterned sundress. Bruno zipped up the back and tied a bow with the ribbon belt. Little child was pretty happy as she spun around and watched dress move in the mirror, her plum mass of hair followed suit.
(Y/n) followed Bucciarati to his kitchen and watched him make a simple breakfast. After they ate, the child helped him clean up. The two left the house together and went to Abbacchio's home. Bucciarati knocked on the door and waited. There was a jingling of a lock and the door opened. Abbacchio stood there, looking tired. "Did I wake you?," Bruno asked his friend with a smile. "You did. What do you need, Bucciarati?," the dual colored eyed man asked. "I need you to look after (y/n) while I do a task ordered by Polpo.," Bruno answered.

Abbacchio's yellow and violet eyes looked down to see the little ruby red eyes of the tiny girl looking up at him. She was holding a doll. "Fine.," Abbacchio said and moved to the side so the child could walk in. Bruno knelt to talk to the little girl, "Be good for Abbacchio." "I will.," the little girl replied and Bruno stood up, "Papa." Bruno and Abbacchio looked down at the girl as she had a big smile up to Bruno. Bruno made a smile and said goodbye to both before leaving. Abbacchio closed the door to his home after the girl walked inside. He was grumbling about being tired as the small child looked around the home. It was clean. There were a few pictures of Abbacchio from when he was a kid, when he was a policeman and with the younger people of his group. He had books sorted on the bookshelf and a movie rack with different movies.
The plum haired child looked at the titles of the movies as Abbacchio sat on the couch. She found one she recognized and pulled it out to look at the art on the box, she made a small squeal and hugged the box. Abbacchio called her to come she him what she found. She did and he took the movie from her. "You have odd taste. This is a very old movie.," the former policeman spoke, "A Zeppeli film." (Y/n) nodded, "Caesar was a bit mean when I met him over sixty years ago. Just like his grandfather was over one hundred years ago." Abbacchio slowly lowered the vhs box and looked at the little girl, "Just how old are you?" "Human years, pillar years or rough estimate?," the girl asked. "Give me a rough number.," he answered. "Over four thousand years.," (y/n) replied.

Abbacchio looked at the movie then handed it to the little girl, "Either put it back or put it on." The tiny pillar put the movie on and the two watched it together. She was happy to see a younger Caesar again. Abbacchio fell asleep halfway through the movie as they watched it. When the movie was done, (y/n) made the tape rewind and put it up. Abbacchio was still asleep. She wondered what happened for him to be so tired. She looked at the time and did a quick calculation in her head before exploring the house Abbacchio lived in. She found his bedroom, his bathroom, the kitchen. She found a phone and climbed up on the table beside it to pick it up and dial a number. She waited for someone to pick it up and told the operator what she wanted. It had been a year, might as well not put this off any longer. She would have to face it some day.
Leone woke up and found that the little girl was no longer beside him, she was gone. The television was off and the movie was put up. He got up and listened out for a sign of the child. He heard her small voice, she was speaking a foreign language. He followed her voice to see her talking on the phone. Her voice was happy as she talked to the person on the other side. She looked back at him and said something before hanging up. "You're awake.," the little girl said. "I am. Who was that?," the man asked. The small child whined a bit before she answered, "a friend in Japan."

"Japan?," the former policeman asked, "You've been there before?" "Yes. Several times.," the little girl answered and hugged her doll. "Where else have you been?," the former policeman asked. "England, Germany, America, Switzerland, Mexico, India, Singapore, Hong Kong, Pakistan and Egypt.," (Y/n) said, listing the places she remembered, "I get around." "You have traveled quite a bit.," Abbacchio said and picked the child up. The first time he had picked her up since she had been taken in. Her small horns poked at his skin as she carried her, "We're going out for a walk." Abbacchio got ready to go. He put his shoes on and left after locking the door of his home. The man set the tiny child down and motioned her to follow him. He felt her tiny hand grab the fabric of his jacket as she walked with him, holding it tight to not get separated from him.
The two walked through the street. Down the alleys were unsavory people selling drugs to young people. Past stores selling goods. (Y/n) stopped in front of a toy store when she saw a plush that was the same color as her hair, it had red glass eyes. Her sudden stop and incredible strength brought Abbacchio to a stop suddenly, he almost fell down. He looked back at the child then followed her gaze to the plush toy she was looking at. "Of course a child would be distracted by a toy.," Abbacchio muttered to himself and lightly tapped her head, "Come on. I have some errands to do." The red eyed child followed Abbacchio as he stopped by some places to pay bills and take a walk.

The two walked together for a little while longer, they heard someone calling their names. "Hey! Abbacchio, (y/n)!," the familiar voice greeted. The smell hit the small girl and told her who it was before she looked back, her red eyes looked up to the dark eyed Gunslinger as he walked up to he two. "Mista, what are you up to today?," Abbacchio asked. "I just came from having breakfast at this nice new cafe that opened up.," the gunslinger answered, "I saw some good reviews of it and went to check it out myself, it was wonderful. The coffee was rich in flavor and the food was spot on. Even the Pistols liked it." The little girl and former policeman listened to Mista as he walked beside them, it sounded like he had enjoyed himself. "Say, where is Bucciarati?," Mista asked. Abbacchio sighed, "He went to do something for Polpo." "Round human.," the little girl spoke and got a laugh out of Mista. The gunman looked down at the child, "He is pretty round. Although, it is a little rude to talk about him like that. How do you even know what he looks like?" "Esidisi told me.," The little girl replied.
The name clicked in the head of the gunslinger, it was the name of one of her ghosts. "Let's keep this between us, okay?," Mista knelt down by her, "But Polpo is so huge that he can't even leave his cell." The little girl was both amused and disgusted by the information. "Eww.," she said and her hair was patted by the gunslinger, "Don't mess up my hair." "So what have you and the little one been up to, Abbacchio?," Mista asked. The pale haired man looked to his ally, "We watched a movie this morning and are running errands." "Oh really? What movie?," Mista inquired. "One of the Zeppeli collection.," Abbacchio answered.

"Caesar is cool, I should call him to say hello and see how he is doing one day.," the little girl said and got Mista's attention. "You know Caesar?!," the gunslinger asked and picked the child up, "Details, please!" "I don't get why you think he's very special, he's a human man, like you.," the little girl spoke. Abbacchio sighed as Mista asked question after question to the child, trying to glean information from her about the old actor. The pillar child squished Mista's cheeks after his questions were starting to bother her a bit. She squished and pulled his cheeks. "I know Caesar from over sixty years ago, when he was around your age. He and a man named Joseph Joestar fought and killed my family, the ghosts you saw.," the girl answered, "He was almost killed, but I spared him from death." Her little hands let go of Mista's face. The gunman set her down and rubbed his cheeks, "Wow, you're strong for a kid."
(Y/n) held her porcelain doll and followed Abbacchio. Mista followed the, to talk with Abbacchio more. The three walked together before passing the prison. "Oh, look, there's where Polpo is at.," Mista said, "That's also where Bucciarati might be." "He is. I sense stand users there.," the little girl spoke. "Oh right, your horns. You can tell if there are stand users around.," Mista grinned, "Hey, want to grab some lunch? I know a place nearby." As soon as Mista asked this, he was swarmed by six tiny creatures, his stand. The stand kept bugging him to feed them. (Y/n) was looking at them and jumped to catch one. Her little hand was able to grab one of the little stand creatures. On its head was the number 6. It quickly flew out of her hand and back to Mista. She had only seen them a few times before, but never had the chance to really get a good look.

Abbacchio made a slight smile for just a moment before it disappeared, "Lunch sounds like a good idea. I have not eaten anything yet." Mista showed the two to the restaurant he knew of and the three went in. It was a nice little restaurant. There even happened to be a kid friendly food selection. Abbacchio and Mista got some glasses of wine while little (y/n) some tea. Mista started talking about some of the things he thinks about, some of which was kind of philosophical. Abbacchio humored his thoughts as they ate. Some of what Mista talked about would spoil the appetite of normal humans. The lunch was delicious, but it made (y/n) miss Holly and Tonio's cooking. She made a small smile after thinking of them. "Hey, what are you thinking of?," Mista asked. "There's an Italian restaurant run by a stand user in Japan. He's a nice man. If you ever go to Japan, I suggest going by his restaurant.," the little girl smiled, "His food can cure any ailment you have, thanks to his stand."
Mista made a grin, "You know what? That actually sounds fun. We should go visit one day. And other places that you know of. With how long you've lived, you have to know some great places." "Sounds interesting. Worth investigating.," Abbacchio added and sipped his wine. "Everyone I know in that town has a golden heart. There are a lot of stand users there.," the child spoke. "Sounds like a great place.," Mista smiled and took a sip of his wine, "I'd actually like to know about some of the stand users you've encountered in your travels."

(Y/n) put her hand into the little bag that she carried and pulled out a green heart accessory that had some torn fabric and blood on it. "This belonged to a stand user who had one of the most terrifying stands. He was killed twelve years ago.," the little girl spoke as she showed the two men, "We knew each other very well, yet he was one of the most evil people I have ever met." "Who was he? What was his stand?," Mista asked. "His name was Dio, my stepbrother from one hundred years prior. His stand was The World, which had the power to stop time.," (y/n) explained, "He had killed so many people over his one hundred and twenty years of life." "One hundred and twenty years?," Mista asked, "Was he like you?" "That depends. He used to be human, but he rejected his humanity and became a monster.," the pillar child replied. The little girl put the circlet away. She became quiet as she replayed her memories over and over in her head, her red eyes showed the deep and sad memories of her past.
She was pulled put of her thoughts after something large was placed on her head. Mista's smiling face was what she saw, he did not have his hat on anymore. His brunet hair was all fluffed up from having his hat off, the hat was instead on the little pillar. "Gloomy faces don't suit you, where's that smile I saw before?," the gunman asked with a big grin on his face, "You keep saying I look silly with his on, but I think you look sillier." The little girl felt conflicted. She did not want to get attached to these humans to avoid heartbreak of when they inevitably die, but she could not stop herself.
She cracked a little smile before giving Mista a big grin.

Perhaps once more won't hurt...

Bruno was walking home after working far later than he wanted to. It was almost dark. He saw Mista walking down the street with (y/n) in his arms, Abbacchio was further behind them. Mista handed the sleepy little girl off to Bucciarati, "She said that she is going to be asleep for a while, but this is normal for her species, so you don't have to worry." "Mista, did she behave for you and Abbacchio?," Bucciarati asked. "Sure did, she's got some good stories.," Mista replied, "Night." The gunman walked off while whistling. Bucciarati opened the door to his home and was approached by Abbacchio, the former policeman handed his superior a plush toy before walking away.
The blue eyed Italian man looked at the toy, a plum violet bear with red glass eyes. The plush was very soft. Bruno went inside and put the sleeping child into bed and gave her the plush. Her small arms hugged the animal lightly. Bruno kissed her goodnight before leaving her to rest.