Trish did not move away from the tiny pillar who was resting beside her. The child had just collapsed beside her. The stress of aging and de-aging at a rapid rate must have strained her body. The pink haired teen hesitantly reached out and placed a hand on the soft hair of the tiny girl beside her. The teen had her back to Bucciarati. The those air between them was tense. While the others were quietly talking amongst themselves or planning where to go next, Trish patted (y/n)'s tiny head. Trish saw what the child had done in order to protect her and the others. The teen stopped as the child started to whine from something she was dreaming about. Nightmares. "Jonathan... Dio..," the small child whined before a loud noise alerted all of them. The truck they were hitchhiking in crashed. Trish found that the pillar child was clinging to her, startled. The green eyed young lady felt wet drops fall onto her arm. She felt the little girl shaking.
Bucciarati ordered Mista to get them out of there. The gunman obeyed and got out of the turtle. The air was still tense between the teen girl and the Capo. Bucciarati looked to his men, "Find another mode of transportation." The others nodded after getting the order. "Come here, (y/n).," the black haired man said and beckoned the little girl over to him. The little girl sniffed and went over to him. She still had the tablecloth she stole wrapped around her to hide her torn dress. Bucciarati picked her up and wiped the tears from her face, "It's okay, Stellina."

Mista told the others that he had found a parking lot with cars in it. The others got out to look around, leaving Bucciarati and the two girls. The capo held his adopted daughter and patted her head. "It's okay. I know crashes are scary.," the man said to the little girl as Trish watched them silently. The Italian man held the child close to him, letting her sniffle. His blue eyes looked to the pink haired teen girl who was trying to get to the ceiling to get out of the turtle's stand, "Get down from there. It's dangerous outside." "Well then, Mr. Bucciarati, if I was to ask you a dumb question, would you answer it?," Trish asked. The red eyes of the tiny pillar looked at her. Bucciarati sighed, "Depends on the question." "What am I supposed to do when I need to go to the bathroom?," Trish asked, "Am I supposed to wear a diaper?" She looked at (y/n) when she mentioned diaper. 'Rude.,' (y/n) thought to herself, 'I'm not that young.'
Bucciarati brought his hand to his chin as he contemplated her question, "That is a good question." He placed the little girl down and went to the closet to use his stand, he made a small hole in the closet, "Use this. The turtle may even get some nutrients from it." "What are you even saying?!," Trish demanded. Giorno looked into the stand from the jewel, "Bucciarati, we have procured a vehicle." "Good. Once we confirm that we are safe, then we head for Venice.," Bucciarati said. "Understood.," Giorno replied. "Venice... huh... I have somewhere we can stay there if things go wrong.," (y/n) spoke up, "I've been there once before, it's basically a floating fortress." "I shall keep that in mind.," Bucciarati said.

Giorno was quiet for a bit. (Y/n) was immediately on edge, she sensed a flare of stand energy. She looked back and saw Trish was gone. "Papa?," She asked as she looked at Bucciarati, "There is a-" "(y/n), get out of here right now!," Bucciarati yelled as he fell apart in cubes, "It's a long ranged stand!" She smelled blood and sensed stand energy, yet did not see it. She jumped out of the turtle, just as she saw the floor rippling towards her. "(Y/n), where's Bucciarati and Trish?," Giorno asked. "No time, Haru- Giorno, there's a stand. It's inside the turtle right now. But it got papa and Trish. I don't know how, but it can take things apart in sections while keeping them alive!," the child said, "It is one of the assassins. I am sure of it." The little girl looked around, hoping to catch a glimpse if it was outside, "I saw a ripple inside the Turtle. I think the is a sign-" a sharp pain in her neck made her stop talking. She looked down, a chunk of her throat had come out of her. She looked back and saw that the same had happened to Giorno.
'Dammit!,' she thought and tried to run, she fell. Looking back, she saw both of her legs were gone. A buzzing on the phone she stole made her check it. A text from an assassin. One under the contact 'Melon', 'Don't think you can run (misspelling of name), you're coming with Trish.' She knew that Giorno saw the phone she stole. He was going to tell the others. The girl crawled on her tummy, trying to get away, to find a way to warn the others. She felt a foot on her back and looked up. A stand was looking down at her. A large grin was on the stand's face. She put her finger up and typed a message out to the assassin controlling the stand, 'You spelled my name wrong. It's (y/n).' "(Y/n). You're coming as well.," the stand said in a robotic voice and picked her up before putting her in the turtle. The child looked for Trish, for her adopted father. Did these assassins know of her regeneration ability or did they think they were going to find a stand to heal her?

She focused her energy on healing, her last meal was waning. She needed to feed again. The tiny pillar rolled onto her stomach, a clatter made her look back. It was the pendant she took from Prosciutto. She was going to try and give it to another assassin if she could. But it looked like... these assassins don't want a path of forgiveness. All they wanted... was destruction and money. From above, (y/n) heard Giorno yelling. 'Muda'. 'Muda'.

'MUDA'.

A nauseating feeling bubbled up in her gut. She felt like she was going to throw up. They were so much alike. There was no doubt. This was his son... This Giorno was her nephew. (Y/n) knew she saw it before, yet she did not want to accept it. She did not want to accept that this happened. Yet it did. Her little hand slammed against the floor. 'Brother. You left me to be the one to tell your son who you are.,' she thought as she closed her eyes as they dripped tears, 'Dio.' She lay there on her stomach, letting tears drip from her eyes. She felt Bucciarati and Trish, their energy was back. "(Y/n)!," she heard Bucciarati exclaim and felt herself be picked up, "What happened? Are you badly hurt?" She was turned over and faced her adopted father. "Papa... They are so much alike. I hate it.," the red eyed child said to Bucciarati, "But, I can never hate him." She got a hug from Bucciarati, "You can tell me later. Mia Stellina." The child's red eyes looked down, her legs had returned. But blood still dripped from where they reattached.
"Two more left... two more assassins... Ghiaccio... Rissotto.," the little girl coughed out from her still healing throat. "How do you know this?," the capo asked.
"I took Formaggio's phone. I was using it to track them. Reading their messages.," the little girl replied, "I'm sorry." Bucciarati looked angry for a little bit. "That was a stupid plan to take on by yourself.," the black haired man scolded, "You should have told me!" "I'm sorry.," the little girl apologized. "Mista and Narancia told me what you said to those assassins.," he said in a hard voice, "These kinds of people are not ones to change or listen. They won't fall for a notion such as that." The child stayed quiet. She did not want to be scolded any more.

Bucciarati got up and held the child against his chest, "You're still healing. Just rest." She did not argue. She closed her red eyes to rest. She was proud of her friends. But, she missed her old ones. She missed Caesar. She missed Avdol. She missed Kakyoin, Jotaro, Polnareff, all of them. How was Jolyne? Was Josuke okay? How was Joseph and Shizuka? Mama Suzie? Holly? Bittersweet memories of her friends washed over her as she rested on Bucciarati. Perhaps she could bring the two families together. To make a bigger family. A family made of friends and bloodlines alike. She did not expect them to all get along, but, she knew it would be the right thing to do. To introduce all of them to each other. A smile spread over her face as she remembered everything she and her friends had been through.
She had a good life so far. There were ups and downs. Gains and losses. But that was part of life. She lost almost everything, yet gained everything anyone could ever hope for. She felt a finger wipe her tears as she rested. "Looks like she's having a good dream this time.," she could hear Narancia say. She did not hear much else as she faded out of consciousness. Bucciarati had Giorno, Fugo and Mista outside in the car to keep watch as the rest rested. Trish still was tense towards Bucciarati. The black haired man looked at the child. He wondered just what was she dreaming of in that little mind of hers.

The tiny pillar was roused by a a sudden burst of stand energy. She looked around and found that she was still in the turtle. The sudden burst of stand energy was powerful and it made her own stand energy flare in retaliation, as if Avalon was ready to protect her from an unknown threat. She could barely keep Avalon under control with her weakened body. Just what was this power. The girl's red eyes looked to the cieling, they must have been in Venice. She slept all of the way there. She was shaking as she tried to keep Avalon inside, to keep him bound. "Please stay inside. I'll let you out when it is safe to do so. I don't want you to hurt anyone.," she spoke to Him. Avalon did not care, his energy spurred her to act, something she resisted. "I know you want to fight and protect us both, but there are more who need protecting now.," the girl said. She felt him settle a bit. "Your humans you want to protect-," she heard her stand start but then he suddenly stopped.
Stand energy flared again. It was something powerful. (Y/n) knew this had to be the boss. He would need a powerful stand to rule such a large organization. Just like her late brother. "Something is not right.," She heard her stand speak, "Your human pets are in danger, this boss person has a powerful stand." The little girl heard a commotion outside before she heard Mista talk to her, "Stay in there, (y/n)... Oh.. Hello Avalon. You're really not supposed to be out." Avalon made a distainful expression. "Daddy, I'll let you out later, I promise. We can look at the stars with mama again.," the little girl said to the metallic humanoid stand, "Please. We promised Bucciarati after you slaughtered all of those men." He made a huff and disappeared finally.

(Y/n) sighed. She was hungry. She still needed to fix her dress and take a much needed bath. A commotion outside caught her attention. Discussions and yelling. It seemed to be about what happened in the building. She heard the boat motor start up. More yelling and discussions "(Y/n). I need you to tell me where that stronghold is.," she heard Bucciarati say. The tiny girl got out of the turtle and saw Trish, she was wounded. Her father tried to kill her. She found something else just as shocking. She did not sense heat or a heartbeat in Bucciarati... He was a literal dead man walking. The little girl kept in her sorrow and pointed him towards the stronghold,
Air Supplina Island.

She only hoped Caesar wouldn't mind sudden Guests.