"EVERYONE, STOP WHERE YOU ARE!"

The gang stopped and looked back at Giorno, who was holding the revolver that Mista discarded. "Mista, you said that the revolver broke due to metal fatigue, right? If it did, then these parts should fit together.," the young man spoke, "But, they do not." "What are you talking about? What is wrong Giorno?," Bucciarati asked. "Please! Keep your distance from each other, especially you, (y/n)!," Giorno yelled. He looked over to a small and fuzzy animal wandering over. "I picked up the revolver and turned a piece of it into a mole. They are blind, but have a good sense of smell.," Giorno explained as he picked up the mole and the piece of metal it had in its mouth. He fixed the firearm with the mole piece and the piece it returned with. "Wait a second, you're saying someone ripped my gun apart with great force?," Mista asked, "The pistols are clear on it, it was metal fatigue! Nobody was close to me-"
"That is why we must stay apart! His range is only a few meters!," Giorno shouted, "All of you, spread out! Bucciarati, (y/n), you two spread apart!" (Y/n) gave a nod and slowly separated from the group, Avalon appeared over her. The voice of the pillar man turned stand spoke, "He has to be hiding in one of us. Right, boy?" "Correct, Avalon. As your daughter confirmed, he has two personalities,  and only one was found in Bucciarati's body.," Giorno replied and stood, "If he stays hidden, Trish is unable to sense him. The reason he is hiding in wait is that he wants us to obtain the arrow for him." "Sounds familiar.," (y/n) hissed. "He only appeared to destroy the gun after we were attacking Silver Chariot.," Giorno spoke, "All we need to do. Is figure out who he is in."

"Can't be me! I was the farthest away!," Narancia said, "Trish and Mista were pretty close together!" "Narancia!," Mista yelled. "Hey! We can follow Silver chariot later, let's listen to Giorno first.," Bucciarati spoke. "We have one advantage over him. Even though he is hiding in one of us, he does not have control over the body he is in.," Giorno spoke, "The reason we all are alive, is that he is not in control of the body he is in." "Makes sense. How do you propose we find him, then?," (y/n) asked as Avalon hovered overhead and Narancia kept watch. "Hey, it could be Polnareff, he was the closest to me when my gun broke.," Mista said. Giorno knelt down and touched Polnareff's shell lightly, "I can only sense one soul inside of him." "How can you be sure?,"Bucciarati asked. "By touching the person. I can sense their life force with Gold Experience, like (y/n) would be able to with her horns.," Giorno spoke, "All I need to do is touch each of you." The teen rose from his kneeling position. "(Y/n) and I are a pair of souls in one.," Avalon spoke, "But you can check us first." "How will you be able to get closer to his range?," Narancia asked. Giorno held the finger of Narancia's body out, "Avalon. A small cut, easily healed preferably." The pillar man turned stand understood and floated closer, before reaching his wing out and slicing a cut into the outstretched hand.
"Hey!," Narancia yelled. "I can heal it.," Giorno told Narancia as blood dripped from the finger to the pavement below, "I can count the blood drops. A sudden increase will alert me to his presence. I learned this from mister Polnareff." "Good idea. I cannot use these horns like (y/n) was taught how to.," Bucciarati smiled. "Good thinking. But whether or not you can avoid his attack will not be based on luck, as much as how barely are you able to dodge it.," the turtle spoke. The reptile's blue eyes looked up to the teen's.

"It can't be me, there is no way.," Mista spoke. Giorno walked slowly towards (y/n) and reached out. He placed the hand on the body the child inhabited and found two powerful souls Inside of the body. Just as Avalon had said there would be. He nodded, "You are right, Avalon. You two are clear." The stand made an annoyed huff and floated beside his master's temporary body. Giorno walked slowly toward Mista, who was in Trish. The gunman panicked and pointed the baretta he took from the cop at Giorno in Narancia's body, "Just a minute! What if Diavolo is actually in you?!" "It's not me. I would be able to sense that.," the young man responded calmly as he got closer and closer to Mista. A tense air flooded the area as a reddish stand with white markings and a pink face on his forehead was suddenly hovering over Giorno. In a disgusting and swift display of power, King Crimson cut Giorno/Narancia's arm off. "Giorno! He's there!," (y/n) yelled. "I knew it! It was Mista!," Trish yelled and pulled out her stand. "Wrong! It's you, Trish!," Bucciarati yelled, "He moved the body you were in!"
Diavolo gripped Spice girl's neck in a vicegrip, "Had you not revealed your stand, I really would have been backed into a corner.," the vile soul spoke, "I've been waiting for his, my daughter, for you to manifest your stand." Using the grip he had on the stand, Diavolo forced Trish to run. To run away from the gang and towards silver chariot. Bucciarati picked up Polnareff and began to run after the body that Diavolo hijacked. Narancia followed the breathing as Mista shot at the running enemy. Diavolo somehow was dodging every single bullet, almost like he knew where they were going to go. Like he foresaw them. Giorno, injured, was left behind. He could heal himself with gold experience.

Diavolo made Trish run after the berserk stand before slowing down to observe it more. Silver Chariot did not show any signs of noticing his prescence. (Y/n) and the others quickly caught up, just as Diavolo hit a glowing orb that had been behind his stand's head, his soul's head. Silver chariot exploded as a result of that. The arrow fell into Diavolo's hand. Panic set in. Panic that Diablo would be able to use the arrow set in before the blood on his hands began to move and transform. The blood formed into the firm of a multitude of insects. Small insects that chewed through the ancient wood of the stand arrow, causing the head of which to fall to the pavement below. The arrow clattered to the ground with a metallic ringing. Mista and Narancia shot at the arrow. They aimed to hit both Diavolo and the arrow on the ground. They succeed in hitting Diavolo. Yet, as Mista's bullets flew towards the arrowhead, a civilian was thrown in the way of the bullets. He had no chance. Diavolo had used a human, an innocent as a meat shield to keep the arrow! The arrow was knocked closer to diavolo.
A smug and confident energy seemed to just ooze from the wicked stand. This monster in human flesh. "Trash abilities of the underlings. There is no way that your weak mind can surpass King Crimson's predictions.," the voice of Diavolo spilled from the grimace that made the stand's mouth, "But you, Bucciarati, your team made me sweat. I never thought you would betray my organization. Nor did I think you could find out my identity." "It was only a matter of time until someone did. Like it was a matter of one hundred years before my biggest mistake was fixed.," (y/n) growled, "I've seen men like you before in my thousands of years of life. All of them have fallen." A pang of pain inside her soul came from remembering that mistake and what she lost from it.

"I can't lose, not after this gift granted by fate was given to me!," Diavolo shouted and reached for the stand arrow. (Y/n) and Bucciarati both charged forward reaching for the stand arrow, hoping to grasp it before Diavolo could. Avalon reached his wing out, attempting to reach it for his daughter. The arrowhead shot up into the air after it was snagged by a shiny brass colored string. It was flung into the air, (y/n) followed its movements before hearing Diavolo utter the words 'If only you were never born' to his own daughter. She looked back just in time to see King crimson punch a hole through Spice girl. A second wave of pain hit, a feeling of nausea bubbled up. Again. It was happening again. How many times was she going to be forced to see this? People she loved getting hurt. Red liquid bubbled out of the wound on Spice girl as her eyes started to became blank. The body flew past (y/n) and Bucciarati as they could only look on in horror of what they saw. "Trish!," (y/n) screamed out along with Bucciarati. Diavolo's stand hand reached out and grasped at the arrow as Trish's soul became weaker. Trish's soul seemed to be rising towards the heavens.
The arrow pierced through King Crimson's hand. Not effecting him. He grasped at the arrow again, only for it to fall through his fingers like they were not there. A power seemed to pull (y/n) from the body she had inhabited. She felt her father's stand wings hold onto her, almost like he was afraid they would be separated from each other. She looked to her own body, where Bucciarati's soul was hovering over. A glowing orb, like a small sun was behind his head. Zippers appeared on the small glowing ball. This light. A warm glow of life. Bucciarati was ready to destroy his.

Silver chariot was not dead just yet. His hand was still reaching for the arrow. Diavolo was yelling at Bucciarati to think about who deserved the power of the arrow the most. Bucciarati disregarded his pleas as the capo destroyed the ball, sacrificing himself to have everyone back in their own bodies. (Y/n) felt her own soul return to her body, her eyes looked into the air and saw the clouds had taken on a golden hue. Heaven had opened its gate to welcome in the golden soul of Bruno Bucciarati. Tears began to stream from the child's eyes as she watched Bucciarati ascend. From the clouds, she saw everyone. William, Speedwagon, Iggy, Erina, Jonathan, everyone she lost. A feeling of regret, of loneliness, of sorrow, creep over her. Faces of others that were familiar, yet strange looked down as well. Her small hands reached up to them, wanting to not be alone anymore. Not wanting to feel everything she was feeling. The heavens closed. The vision of all she had lost faded. Her heart felt torn. Between the ghosts who followed her, her family that was alive and the family that was dead.
A flash of light caught her ruby red eyes, Giorno had caught the arrow. It chose Giorno! Trish warned Giorno to not let Diavolo get away, that he would go into hiding. This spurred Diavolo to attack head on instead. Everyone was still pretty weak, feeling the effects of the body swap reversing. The golden haired teen still called on his stand and pierced it with the arrow. The pink haired mafia boss struck and landed a heavy blow on the gold colored stand. He thought he won... he was wrong.

"It's changing. Its energy is evolving.," (y/n) spoke as she felt the stand energy change. It felt powerful. More powerful than his father's stand! Far more powerful. Giorno and Gold experience both disappeared after Diavolo attacked, yet the tiny pillar could still feel their presence. Their power. Her eyes cast up before widening. There, floating in the air, was Giorno and his newly evolved stand. Gold Experience Requiem. Giorno's long hair floated and waved in the air like his father's did. A wave of warmth wash over the plum violet haired girl before her heart felt like it was freezing. He looked almost exactly like his father. She wanted to call her brother's name. This was not her brother, this was her nephew. His stand had overwhelming power. He shot a pebble at Diavolo's hand that pierced it and crumbled the building behind it, turning the rubble into scorpions that attacked Diavolo. (Y/n) remembered, Mista was hurt because of Diavolo. She ran to the gunman's side and looked at the wounds. They were pretty fixable. She reached her hand in and did what she could to stop the bleeding. She went to check on Narancia and Trish as well. Thankfully, they were not as badly hurt.
Trish and the others were enthralled by Giorno's power. Mista loaded the gun he borrowed from the police officer and pointed at Diavolo as the pink haired man spoke unusual words, "I have not even moved from the start!" He barely got the words out and looked through his fortune telling stand before Giorno started screaming that phrase again as he beat Diavolo bruised and bloodied.

'Muda.'

So much evil in that one word, now with a dash of hope. Diavolo was knocked into the river. Finally defeated. (Y/n)'s eyes were not on the gang or the river, the ruby eyes were cast to the sky. Looking at clouds. Tears threatened to pour out even more. The top of her dress was soaked by tears. She did not even remember when she cried this much. Cold metallic wings wrapped around her in a soft embrace. "You loved them, my treasure, didn't you?," the voice of her father asked, "The ones that were in the clouds?" "I did. I still do. It's my fault they are dead. Why did they look so happy to see me when it was I who caused them misery?," the little girl asked and felt a hard object hit her foot. Her red eyes cast down, looking at a turtle looking back up to her. She was released from the embrace and allowed to pick the reptile up. The tiny child felt tears leak from her eyes and drip onto the turtle's shell, "Polpol. I saw them. In the clouds, everyone." "(Y/n).," Polnareff spoke from the turtle. I think it is time. "It is. I'll tell him.," the little girl spoke, "After the shock of the new stand wears off."
The child felt herself being picked up by a warm and kind pair of hands. Giorno scooped her up and started walking with her and the turtle in his arms. The pillar child rested her head against him and closed her eyes as more tears dripped from her eyes. "Papa is gone. Just like the others.," she spoke softly, "But his sacrifice meant that we could win." "Bucciarati was a good man.," Giorno spoke. "He was. When he first met me, he offered me to stay with him. So I would not be confined to a cavern.," the little girl spoke, "I accepted and he took me in as his own. His heart was kind and full of Empathy." "Perhaps you would like to share more? More stories of your life and travels?," Giorno asked. "I will. I promised.," (y/n) spoke as she thought over everything she had been through, "It may be the therapy I need."

End part 5