The taste of iron slid down the little pillar's throat as she sipped down the blood bags that were delivered to her. She found the O blood to be a little sweeter than the others. She even tasted what the original owners of the blood had ingested before giving blood. "It's like some sort of demented juice box for you, huh?," Caesar asked and patted the girl's head. The child pouted as he laughed at her little face, he poked her soft cheeks, "So cute." (Y/n) kept sipping on the bloodbag as she was picked up by the hamon user. "I can't believe that Kars had such an adorable kid.," Caesar continued and felt a smack on the back of his head, "Ow. Who was that?!" The pillar girl looked at her stand that had manifested behind Caesar and was glaring at the Hamon user. "Daddy.," the child said after suckling down the rest of the blood. "Sorry, but it is true.," Caesar said to the shimmer he saw in the air. The Italian man held the small child as he walked, "Your friends must be in Venezia by now. I wonder what they are doing." "With their luck, assassins are after them.," (y/n) sighed.
"You don't sound too thrilled about it. Reminding you of the old days?," Caesar asked. "Which old days? It happened during the Egypt trip and 2000 years ago.," the little girl huffed. The blond man listened to the girl before seeing her yawn. "You have been sleeping somewhat more frequently from what Bruno told me.," Caesar commented. "I've have been using my strength more frequently without eating living things. There is nothing to hunt around here without humans seeing me.," the little girl sighed. "You can nap for a bit and catch up to the others.," Caesar said while patting the child's head. Her tiny head rested on his chest. He was still very close to how he looked back when they first met, that made (y/n) happy. But reminded her of how much Joseph had aged. 'Dumb old man.,' she thought to herself.

Caesar saw a silvery mass out of the corner of his eye, it was gone when he turned to look. The silvery mass was a little see through. The blond man wondered just what he saw. He remembered that Joseph mentioned that Kars's new form looked silvery with his usual features. The man looked down to the child in his arms, she was resting. Her little hands gripped onto him. Oh well. She was not going anywhere for a while. Caesar resigned to taking a day to rest after working so much. Perhaps he should call his old friends. He made his way to the phone and dialed a number. He put the receiver up to his ear to wait for the other side to pick up. "Hello? Caesar?," Jotaro had picked up. "I found her and met the ones she has adopted. He was there as well.," the hamon user said. "These people that she adopted. What are they like?," Jotaro asked.
"They are gang members of the local gang. But, from what I've seen, they are good people.," Caesar reported to the man on the other side of the line, "Even Giorno. He did not act like his father." "Is (y/n) there?," the Japanese mix man asked. "She's right here, but, she can't talk at the moment.," Caesar said with a small smile. He could hear a small 'hmph' from Jotaro, he could hear the smile in that one sound. "Polnareff should be somewhere in Italy, the last time he contacted me, he found something important.," the dark haired man told the hamon user, "There is a great danger in Italy, a danger that more than likely has caused Giorno's stand to respond. This danger may cause Avalon to react more erratic if it is powerful enough." "I'll keep that in mind.," Caesar spoke. The two men spoke a little longer before they hung up.

The blond man saw from the door of his office that a pretty brunette was watching him, "Ivory, I can see you outside of the alley." "Yes, it seems like we have been getting stronger after being around strong stand users.," the woman smiled, "Strong enough to manifest to be seen by humans." "So, what are the others doing?," Caesar asked. Ivory tittered, "Santana is insisting that the rest of the fabric that was delivered be used to make adorable outfits for (y/n). Esidisi left to find Bruno a while ago and Wamuu is right behind you." Caesar looked behind him and almost fell over from seeing Wamuu there, right behind him. He quickly stabilized himself and did not drop the little pillar in his arms. Thankfully she either did not care, or was too deep in sleep to notice. "Wamuu, I almost had a heart attack.," the blond man said, "I'm not 19 anymore." "My apologies, Caesar.," the fallen wind warrior spoke as he bowed his head, "I must apologize for eavesdropping as well."
"Did you want to talk to Jojo?," Caesar asked. "Yes, but I also realize that he could be preoccupied by the infant he adopted.," Wamuu spoke. "Shizuka. I do think he does have his hands full with her.," the hamon master responded. A smile was on Wamuu's face, "Infants are precious, but they can be troublesome. (Y/n) has scared us on more than one occasion with her exploration antics." Caesar motioned to one of the other chairs in his office, offering the fallen warrior a chair to tell him tales of the past. He green eyed warrior sat down and began telling Caesar some stories. Starting from first meeting Ivory to how much he and Santana enjoyed looking after (y/n) when she was a baby.

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Bruno and the others had stopped at a restaurant to have lunch at after the Sex Pistols began to complain to Mista about being hungry. Their several chairs had been filled by the gang, only Giorno's chair was empty as the blond teen was keeping a lookout. Trish was still in the turtle, recovering from her injuries. Mista and the others were talking as they ate, discussing topics that Mista had thought of the top of his head. "You guys heard about vegetarians, right? Are they allowed to eat cheese?," Mista asked. Abbacchio thought a second, "Probably not.," the light haired man replied, "Milk and eggs come from cows and chickens. That means they can't have cake because of eggs and the cream icing." A raspy laugh caught them off guard as a large man sat at the table in Giorno's seat, "Those are vegans, vegetarians are allowed to have them. Vegans are a little more uptight. But just as delicious." Mista choked on his water as Bruno looked to the newcomer.
"Esidisi, good to see you again. Is (y/n) around?," the capo asked. "She's back on Air Supplina Island, getting the blood she needs to survive and taking a well deserved rest. Straining her body by starving herself of blood for a year was not healthy, I am surprised she held back as much as she did.," Esidisi replied, "I left to catch up with you and get away from the place I was killed at." "You were killed on Air Supplina Island?," Abbacchio asked. The dark skinned warrior sighed, "I was, sixty-three years ago. It's still a bit of a sore memory for me. But, I refused to rest and became the handsome spirit you see now!"

Esidisi cackled with glee, cheering himself up. "We must look like fools talking to the air right now.," Mista said to Esidisi quietly, "Normal people can't see ghosts." "True. But, we've been getting enough energy to manifest fully. I'm fully visible to humans right now.," Esidisi spoke after leaning in a bit, "We might look like some gentlemen discussing a business deal at the moment." "Or us showing a friend from another country around.," Narancia piped up. Esidisi and the rest of the crew continued to discuss topics of life and society. Bucciarati turned to Giorno, "Come sit. You need to eat as well. The boss's elite guards are more than likely looking for people leaving Venice. It would be too dangerous to leave, so staying is the safest bet."
The gang was having a good time. That was until Narancia accidentally spilled some red wine onto a man's suit. The man started to berate Narancia for staining the suit. "If a small stain is a problem for you, then you have issues, buddy.," Esidisi said, "Next time, don't get a white suit that expensive." The man was fuming, "This suit cost Four million lire!" "Three parts hydrogen peroxide and one part dish detergent.," Esidisi turned back right before he heard a shattering of glass. The man had physically gripped Narancia and set him off on a violent outburst. He and Mista both started kicking the downed man. Abbacchio took a sip of his wine before joining the two. The white haired fallen warrior laughed at this.

The three continued to beat on the man before Abbacchio determined that he was not an enemy, but a civilian that was unfortunate to anger Narancia. However, that was not the end of the torment the civilian was going to be put under. Esidisi watched the torment with a sadistic glee. Bruno put a stop to it by telling them they had enough fun. Esidisi got up and picked the man up, "I'll clean this mess up, there has to be some place I can dump him." Bucciarati told the ghost warrior to take him somewhere else, The pillar man just shrugged and dragged the beaten civilian to a place to dump him. He did not care where. The warrior returned and found that Bucciarati was talking to the gang about the boss's stand. "It is a stand that erases time, only boss can move during that time.," Bucciarati explained, "It is invincible, rendering all attacks useless."
"Another stand that screws with time?," Esidisi asked as he walked back up, "Reminds me of the blond vampire fuckhead from thirteen years ago. Oops, don't tell (y/n) I called him that." "Someone else had a stand similar to he boss's?," Abbacchio asked. "A vampire. He had a stand called The World. The World could stop time for five seconds, only boosting up to nine seconds after drinking the blood of a Joestar.," the white haired warrior replied and sat back down, "So much destruction. He was killed after an intense battle with another member of the Joestar Bloodline." "You're saying the boss is not invincible?," Narancia asked. "He's a human. Of course not. I only know one man who is truly invincible, and he is orbiting the sun as we speak.," Esidisi replied and looked behind him to Giorno, "Well shit. Now I'm gonna be yelled at." The white haired warrior got up again. "Nobody is truly invincible. All of you wither and die with age. Weaknesses and sickness plague the human race. He is afraid of his weakness. And with how he keeps erasing his presence, his is afraid of his past.," Esidisi spoke, "That is why he wants to kill Trish. His daughter is the only link of him left. What a terrible excuse of a father."

The white haired warrior walked away, "I'll be around. (Y/n) will meet up with you later, after she wakes up from her nap." Esidisi's large and muscular form disappeared from view, vanishing into thin air as he demanifested. His words did hold some truth, the boss was trying to get rid of his daughter. Most likely, Trish had a memory of that her mother told her. Something that would be able to help them find some sort of clue as to the true identity of the boss and kill him!

Narancia stirred his soup with his spoon, he felt a tug and the spoon was gone.