(Y/n) whined and squirmed in Abbacchio's arms as the doctor from the Speedwagon foundation came closer with the needle. She was getting blood drawn as part of her checkup. "It'll be over quickly, lady (y/n).," the doctor said to reassure the little girl, "We just need a little blood work to make sure you are healthy." Abbacchio held her little arm put as the doctor drew blood. Caesar sat on the other side of the room with Bucciarati, "So how is she, doc?" "She grew a few centimeters since her last checkup. She is now 86.36 cm.," the doctor answered, "She's in perfect health. But She needs food other than human food." "Thanks, Doctor.," Caesar said and took the bag that one of the other personnel that came. "We'll tell mister Joestar that (y/n) is doing well.," the boat driver  who was with the doctor said to the Hamon user and turned to the gang members, "Thank you for finding her. After she disappeared two years ago, we got worried. Where was she?" "In the caverns behind the Mouth of Truth.," Bucciarati answered. "Where we found her father and uncles more than sixty years ago.," Caesar commented.
"May I ask, how long has (y/n) been in the Speedwagon foundation?," Bucciarati inquired. "Since its beginning. She was the friend of the founder, Robert E.O. Speedwagon.," the doctor replied, "She was our first introduction to her species." Abbacchio set the girl down and she ran off as the men talked a little more. She ran to get the package that came with the checkup. She slowed down to get to the package. She stopped when she smelled a familiar scent.

She looked into the sitting room where the package was, as well as the man who was tasked with delivering it. Mista was in the same room, talking to Narancia as Giorno sat off to the side with Trish. She knew the man. That red hair and those earrings. His distinct scars and those glasses. "I thought you'd be in the Tokyo Headquarters. Why are you here?," the little girl asked and got the attention of the man, along with a few of the gang members. "I'm here in Mr. Joestar's stead. He's busy with Shizuka and His wife.," the man answered as the little girl walked in front of him, "Here is material for your new dress, it is your preferred fabric and we included some needles." The child took the package and looked at it, "I knew I was being watched in the other room." "Sorry, I was curious about what they did.," the red haired man said and raised his hands up.
"Hold on. How can he see into the room when you were at the end of the hall and we were here?," Mista asked, "Unless." "I used my long ranged stand. Like I did thirteen years ago.," the man replied and took his shades off to reveal his violet eyes, "I am Noriaki Kakyoin, My stand is Hierophant Green, which represents the Hierophant tarot card." "Tarot card?," Giorno asked and got a strange look from the man. "Yes. My stand, along with several others, are named from and represent aspects of tarot cards.," Noriaki replied, "There are only a few of the tarot card stand users left. The fool was killed two years ago, the star, the hermit, the chariot and the magician are who I know are left." Hierophant green appeared beside Kakyoin after coiling back up from his rope like form that had tracked down the hall.

"So, these other tarot card stand users, are they strong?," Mista asked. "Very much so. One who controls the raging fires, mine who summons emeralds from a stream, one who is able to control Hamon through his vines, an honorable knight and a warrior who stole the ability to stop time itself.," Noriaki replied. "What?!," the gang members said before Noriaki looked to Giorno. His violet eyes stared at the blond teen, "You already met Koichi, who we sent to find you. He already gave his report about you." "So, you sent Koichi?," Giorno asked. "I did not. The stand master of the Star did.," Noriaki answered, "You-." He started but was stopped by Avalon's wing bumping his shoulder, the man looked down at the little girl, "Oh, you want to be the one to tell him?" (Y/n) gave him a nod before turning to Giorno. "I have not been fully honest with you... But I do know who your father is. I knew him... personally.," the little girl spoke, "He... He was very close to me. Those earrings I gave you, they are the ones he gave to me." Giorno reached up and touched his earlobes that held his turquoise studs, "They are from my father?"
"You do look a bit like him, especially in the eyes and hair.," the red haired man said and stood up with a creak in his legs, "It was nice to meet you. I think this little family she adopted is charming. Jotaro is not going to like that you guys are gang members though." "Jotaro? Is that the name of the star's user?," Giorno asked. "He is.," Kakyoin replied, "Star Platinum. The stand who can stop time." Kakyoin left after giving them a polite bow.

Giorno looked to the little girl who was opening the package and examining the fabrics and other materials in it. "You knew him. What was he like?," Giorno asked. "I'll tell you when it is safe.," the little girl spoke, "But... there is something important that I cannot wait anymore." She stood up and faced Giorno, she motioned for him to follow her to the stairs that led to the main tower. The little girl's footsteps were overshadowed by Giorno's. She led him to the balcony of the tower. They looked over the island and the ocean below. The ocean breeze blew through the open balcony and past the two. "What is so important that you needed us to be away from the others?," Giorno asked. "Because of what I am about to tell you.," the child replied, "I am not just someone your father was good friends with, we were much closer than that." "What do you mean?," Giorno asked. "Your father, he is my stepbrother. We played together in the gardens of the mansion back in England. Those days, those years, were some of the happiest of my life.," the tiny pillar child replied, "I am your aunt. You are my nephew." Her small, clawed hands reached up to him.
Giorno knelt down to her height and got a squeeze of a hug from the small child. He did not know what to say but held his old friend, who he now knew as his aunt. "You have a bigger family than your mother and this gang.," the little girl said to the blond teen, "I'll be sure to have you meet them after this." "I have more family?", The young man asked. "Yes. A nephew, great nephews and a niece.," (y/n) answered, "It may be a sore subject to them, but I don't think that you would be excluded from the family." She felt him hug her tighter, like he did when he was younger when she first found him, when he was abandoned by his mother during the nights she went to party. Both of them felt an entity envelope them as they hugged.

After some time Giorno let go of the little girl. He got up and found that she was not letting him go. Whatever was hugging them disappeared as well. The teen heard his name big called. He walked back down to where Bucciarati and the others were. The black haired man had everyone gathered. "We're leaving here. Even though it was kind of Caesar to have us here, we cannot stay too long.," Bucciarati spoke, "We're leaving so that he does not become a target of our enemies." Giorno walked up with the little plum haired pillar on his shoulders. Bucciarati looked to him, "(y/n), Where were you two?" "The tower. There was something important I had to tell him.," the little girl responded. "We're leaving. Say goodbye to Caesar.," the black haired man spoke. "You can go. I'll catch up later. I still have to fix my dress.," (y/n) replied. Bucciarati's eyes no longer had life in them. A faint smell of death clung to his body, he had no pulse.
The plum haired pillar girl knew that he had to suspect that she could tell what was wrong with him. He paused before agreeing, "It is probably Safer for you to stay at a distance for a while. The boss's elite guard are some of the most powerful stands in the gang." "We also have to remember that there is one assassin left, Risotto.," The little girl replied, "He knows about us. He still is on his path." She hopped off of Giorno and onto Caesar's shoulder.

Caesar followed the gang to the pier while he had the little girl on his shoulder, they saw the gang off as they went to Venice. The salty ocean air blew their hair as they watched the gang leave. "Did you tell him?," Caesar asked when the gang was gone. "No. I only told him that his father was my stepbrother, that I am his aunt.," the child replied. The blond Italian man turned to go back into the fortress, "When are you going to tell him the truth? About Jonathan and Dio?" "Once all of this is over.," the little girl replied, "He's the son of Dio, yet the Biological son of Jonathan." "The Joestar family tree is very confusing.," Caesar commented. "My question is, are there any other offspring I should know about? And if there are, where.," the plum haired pillar girl spoke. "For now, just focus on this one.," the green eyed hamon user said.
(Y/n) was set on the floor and had her head patted, "Fix your dress, Take a nap, eat the bloodbags that the doctor delivered. Then you can meet up with your friends." Caesar walked to the training grounds, leaving the child to her own devices as she went to get started working on her new dress. She was outgrowing her old dress, plus it had been shredded to ribbons from her growing so fast as a result of the Grateful Dead. The little girl had to remember how to make the design again, she loved her style. A figure sat down next to her. He was looking over her shoulder, "Do you need help?" "Yes please, Wamuu.," the child replied, "I am trying to remember how to make my clothes." She got a small chuckle from the wind warrior, "The pattern in pretty simple. Just need to make it a little larger than you are, to make it easier to combine during final stitching."

Avalon and Ivory had appeared as well, the woman watching as Wamuu marked out a pattern for the little girl to follow. Avalon cut the fabric to the needed size with his wings. It was just as they had been before, making clothes with each other. Santana was looking at some of the other fabrics and ribbons that had been sent in the package, playing with matching similar colors and complimentary colors. Esidisi picked up a bit of fabric to admire the cute pattern on it. (Y/n) followed Wamuu's instructions, sewing the fabric together with a particular stitch type. Her fingers were pricked a bit by the needles and she bled. The wounds healed quickly. She finally attached the gold clasps that came off of her other dress and sewed the gold ribbon to the hem of the skirt. Her dress was done! She used some of the sturdier material provided to make a gold belt for her to attach her bag to. Once done, she tried on the dress and found it was just as comfortable as her previous one! She felt proud for making the clothing.
Her attention was caught by Esidisi laughing and holding up the cute fabrics and ribbons, "What are we going to do with these?" "Make more.," Santana said bluntly.