A sharp pain filled (y/n)'s head as light flooded 'her' eyes. She looked down and saw herself laying on her legs. These were not her legs. It was Diavolo's legs! If she was no longer in her body, that means someone else was! Was this the ability of Silver Chariot's new forme? Carefully, (y/n) got up. She spoke to herself softly so her stand and ghost warriors heard her and knew. "I seem to have swapped bodies with our enemy. We need to be vigilant.," The words met the ears of her stand and her followers, thankfully. She picked up her body carefully. 'Wow. I am really small. How the heck have I not grown?,' she asked herself. She saw her own eyes open and the big red eyes stare back before the person began to thrash and yell in her voice, "Put me down! Bastard!" "Stop thrashing! You don't know what you can do with my body, dummy!," (y/n) snapped at the person in her body as Sticky Fingers was summoned by the child, only for the blow to be blocked by Avalon.
So Bucciarati was in her body. That was a relief. "(Y/n)?!," Bucciarati asked before noticing that his voice was different and reaching up to the horns on the head, "Ah ta ta ta! How can you stand using these things, it's like a sensory overload." "My horns are for self defense. They are meant to feel the air and environment.," (y/n) replied, "But, it seems like all of us have swapped bodies. I bet it was the effect of the arrow on Polpol's stand." That made her remember, Polnareff's stand was still at large! It had the arrow! "No time for this! The others have to be waking up by now, we have to get that arrow.," the body swapped pillar child spoke, "Get on my back and hold on." Both heard a scream and (y/n) went to look down over the arena, the gang members were awake and figuring out what was going on.

"Just to think, all of this chaos because of an arrow. My own stand. Dio's stand. All of this misery orchestrated by fate. First the masks, then the stands, now the arrow.," (y/n) rambled quietly to herself, trying to make sense of everything, "So much misery from men wanting Ultimate power. My father, my brother, whoever created these arrows, this man whose body I am in. When will it all stop?" "(Y/n). You need to snap out of it. We have to get that arrow if we are to stop Diavolo.," Bruno told her with her own voice. Avalon stayed out, hovering over (y/n) and Bucciarati. His power seemed to be even greater now, like it was given another boost. His silvery body seemed to be corporeal. The pillar girl felt Bucciarati pat her with her own tiny hand. "We need to go. Let's find silver chariot.," Bucciarati spoke and pulled on the pink hair that (y/n) had. "Alright. Let's go.," Came her reply as she ran to the edge of the wall and climbed down the building. She looked around the streets at all the people who were still asleep.
With Bucciarati on her back, she ran back into the collesseum. The green eyes of the body she currently inhabited looked around before she finally saw what she was looking for, the oily black hide of the berserk Silver Chariot. She heard the surprised shouting of the gang from their positions and another familiar voice. She charged forward with Avalon right over her and swung at the stand, the sharp blades of the winged stand cut through Silver Chariot's arm like a hot knife through butter. Bucciarati knocked the stand back with Sticky Fingers.

The arm fell to the ground, still gripping the arrow. The voice of Giorno was heard, yet his speech matched Narancia's patterns more. "It's Bucciarati and (y/n)!," the teen exclaimed in excitement. (Y/n) looked up to where the teen was, Bucciarati sat on her shoulder after stabilizing his new weight. "Narancia. Your soul is in my nephew's body.," she spoke and looked to the bodies in front of her, "Identify yourselves." "Giorno.," Narancia's body spoke. "I'm Trish.," Mista's body spoke. Trish's body spoke up, "I'm Mista." (Y/n) nodded and looked at the reptile that Giorno was holding after hearing her old friend's voice from it, "(y/n). And I assume that Bucciarati is in your body." Bucciarati looked at the turtle, "You, you're the man we were supposed to meet! Polnareff!" "You swapped with the turtle.," (y/n) said as she knelt down to look Polnareff in the eyes, "I'm sorry Polpol. It's my fault." "No it's not. I don't blame you for this. Nor do I blame you for what happened thirteen years ago, you can let that go.," her old friend replied from the beak of the turtle he possessed. His blue eyes had replaced the turtle's brown ones, the eyes looked to Bucciarati, "I am Jean Pierre Polnareff. That berserk stand is mine, as I believe that (y/n) has already told you. I was already killed by Diavolo, but my spirit clings to this world as I inhabit this turtle."
"Chariot is not acting like it should. Is that an effect of the Arrow?," (y/n) inquired. "It seems so. It is no longer Silver Chariot, but Silver Chariot Requiem. It is the reason all your souls are switched around.," Polnareff replied as they watched his stand raise from its place on the floor. "What terrifying power. It is also corporeal, I can not see through it.," (y/n) spoke and kicked a pebble at the stand after standing herself. The pebble bounced right off of the inky, man-shaped mass. "Silver Chariot has become a fully defensive stand. From my wish to protect the arrow at all costs.," Polnareff explained. Bucciarati hopped off of the body that (y/n) inhabited and reached the tiny clawed hand out to the arrow.

As soon as the small hand got close to the arrow, Sticky Fingers' hand emerged from the tiny pillar arm. The stand's blue hand gripped the neck of the small body that Bucciarati inhabited. Above Bucciarati, his stand appeared. Yet the stand had turned against its master. The stand attacked, but was blocked by Avalon. Mista shot the arrow away from his boss, causing Sticky Fingers to calm down and stop attacking. However, Mista's Sex Pistols number one went insane and attacked Mista after he shot at Silver Chariot Requiem. Thankfully Trish was able to save him with Spice girl. The inky black stand walked over to the arrow and its severed arm. It picked the arm up. (Y/n) reached the hand of Diavolo out and touched the shoulder of the stand. It ignored her and walked off, "It is not responding. Esidisi, Santana, Wamuu, follow it." Shadows of the Warriors followed the stand as their master ordered, keeping an eye on the berserk stand. "It can use your own stand against you?," Bucciarati asked as he rubbed the bruised neck of the child body he inhabited. The skin quickly healed and the capo groaned, he must have been feeling the hunger pains.
"Guys. Bad news.," Mista in Trish's body spoke, "Bucciarati's body is moving." "Everyone is accounted for. Except...," (y/n) spoke. "Diavolo.," Polnareff finished. The group all his behind pillars after Bucciarati ordered them to, all except (y/n). She walked toward's Bucciarati's body. "(Y/n)!," Bucciarati yelled at her. "All of you, split up. I don't know which one of them this is. Diavolo was a man with two souls. A submissive soul and a dominant one, I witnessed it on Sardinia when he fought Risotto.," she admitted, "Everyone, keep your distance from each other. Narancia, if you hurt my Nephew's body, I will personally find a recording of all the sounds you hate and make you listen to it on loop. So get off of that and get over there." "I get it. I'm moving.," Narancia spoke and walked to the place she motioned him to.

She walked over to the body and looked at the shaking man raising from the wet cement. His eyes were cloudy as he looked up at her. The green eyes of the body she inhabited looked down at the cloudy blue eyes. "Who are you?," Came the question, "I can't feel anything. I'm scared." The man reached his hand towards the body of his boss, not acting like Diavolo, but his double. (Y/n) could see from the body, it was failing. He did not have the strength to stand with the rapid decomposition that was occurring. She remembered his name from Sardinia, Doppio. She took his hand, "Doppio. I know you are scared, it will be over soon." "My eyes, they are blurry. Where is the boss?," the boy in Bucciarati's body asked. "I do not know. But, you are safe. It is going to be okay.," the child in Diavolo's body responded, hoping to make Doppio's passing easier on him. He was not going to survive this, she could only give him this comfort before he passed.
The blue eyes were becoming clouded. He did not have much time. Bucciarati did not have much time. "Just sleep, Doppio. You deserve this rest.," The child in Diavolo's body spoke and took the sweater that her mother's ghost brought to her. (Y/n) rolled the sweater up and put it under the head of the body before her. A small smile was on his face, "Please, tell me your name. I'm scared." She took pity on him. A soul of a young man being used by his double. "My name is (y/n). I am the last of a powerful race that had been hidden from humans for centuries.," She answered, "I was born here over four thousand years ago. My family was defeated. All I have now are the humans who care about me, and ghosts of my past." Doppio looked at her through glassy, clouded eyes, "I'm scared, (y/n). So lonely... I'm so lonely." She held the hand that was reached out to her, "I'm sorry, Doppio." She let go of his hand and stood as his breathing slowed and his looked to the sky. (Y/n) walked back to her friends and looked around. All of them were still alive, thankfully. They were all spread out through the colosseum. Bucciarati looked up at her from being perched on Giorno in Narancia's body, "Who was it?" "Just as I feared. Doppio was in there.," she answered, "Diavolo's soul and stand is still at large." She reached for her body, only to find that it disappeared.

"Where did-," She started before she realized Bucciarati was on her back, yet everyone was closer. Time had skipped. Diavolo was still there! They all felt it. Bucciarati gripped the horns on the pillar body he was borrowing, "I felt something just now. An overwhelming energy. Like a heavy and cold bag just fell over the area!" "You sensed King Crimson's power.," (y/n) replied, "Along with all the other energy around." "I have more appreciation for your horns and what you experience at all times.," Bucciarati spoke as (y/n) walked out to look for Silver Chariot. "Diavolo is not here, meaning he has to be somewhere else. His stand's effect was felt. He is nearby.," Polnareff spoke. "We need the arrow. Diavolo knows we plan to use it, as does he know about Narancia's ability and now my body's. He will no doubt try to eliminate us.," the pillar girl in the pink haired man's body spoke. "We'll need to be careful. Let's go.," Bucciarati said.
"Wait, what about the one in Bucciarati's body?," Mista asked and looked to the black haired man laying on the ground. "He won't be a problem. He's too weak to move.," came the response from the child in their boss's body. She walked forward, following the stand. The others followed. Trish's lagged behind, looking back into the shadows. Mista yelled for Trish to catch up. The sun was rising and the people around were waking up. Footsteps moved forward as the gang ran to catch up with the berserk stand. (Y/n) looked at the direction the sun was coming from and to the direction of where silver chariot was heading. She was sure she knew something important about that direction. She kept running to catch up with the stand and slowed down a bit.

"Hey you, lady running, you are under arrest!," Came a voice from a cop who was obviously not possessed by his own soul. (Y/n) looked back and scowled, how disgusting. Mista, although in a pretty body, was able to defend himself by taking the cuffs and chaining the man to the light pole before rejoining the group. Bucciarati and the girl looked at the stand they had caught up with after chasing a bit. The stand walked forward, never looking towards them. The pillar girl possessing the boss reached out and touched the face of the stand. "Does not regard us as an enemy.," the child mused. "It does not even seem to have a destination in mind. No focusing on anything around it.," Bucciarati added. "On the contrary.," (y/n) replied, "Silver chariot is heading southeast. If we follow that across oceans, it will reach Japan." "And how is that significant?," Bucciarati asked before turning to Polnareff. The turtle looked up at Bucciarati as he had a revaluation, "The last known place of the strongest stand user I know. Morioh, Japan. Jotaro Kujo was there." "Two years ago, he returned to America with pa- er, Joseph.," The pillar possessed Diavolo spoke.
"Then it is trying to deliver the arrow to this Jotaro guy.," Narancia said as he walked behind Bucciarati and (y/n). He was scouting around the area with his scope, keeping an eye out for potential Diavolo possessed people. "I don't see anyone trying to approach us, so we should be safe.," The scout said. "Good. Tell us if you see anyone approach, I can't use the horns as effectively as (y/n).," Bucciarati spoke and rubbed the horns, "Although I can't shake a sense of dread." "We'll just keep Vigilant.," (y/n) spoke as she observed the stand, "Oh Silver, how you have changed. Still have that quiet nobility in your form." Bucciarati jumped down and landed near the stand, knocking it over with a sweep from the tiny yet powerful legs he was in control of. "As long as we don't directly go for the arrow, it ignores us.," Bucciarati spoke.

"Since stands are basically souls and souls are affected by this, I'm ordering you to stay out of this. Don't want anything to happen to you.," (y/n) turned to the pillar men ghosts and her mother. Esidisi shrugged, "Understandable." The pillar ghosts disappeared to keep out of the way. A clatter notified the gang of the arrow falling to the ground once more. Giorno tried to reach for the arrow, only for his stand to reach back at him to attack after it summoned itself. Gold Experience only left after he retracted his hand. He tossed a rock that flew back at him, only to be caught by Mista. "Silver chariot is affecting the area around the arrow as well.," Giorno spoke and looked to his boss. Silver Chariot Requiem struggled to stand before finally rising to its feet. There was very little time. The scraping of the arrow against the ground caused (y/n) to look over and see Polnareff grasping the arrow in his turtle beak! He was unaffected because he no longer had a stand!
This did not go unnoticed by the berserk stand. Silver Chariot Requiem turned to face the turtle and charged towards him. "Polpol! Look out!," (y/n) shouted at her friend as Mista took aim to fire upon the stand. The gun jammed but he had a backup from the cop. Silver Chariot Requiem reached for Polnareff's terrapin form, only to be shot down by Mista. Mista in Trish's body was arguing with the pistols about it as he picked up the terrapin. One of the questions asked was if there was anyone nearby. Narancia gave them the answer, "No. The breathing of all the people around us does not show any of them closer to us. It is just us here."

Silver Chariot grabbed the arrow thar Polnareff dropped in surprise and rose up again after repairing the hold that was in its head. It turned to Mista and Polnareff before charging forward. "You don't have the arrow, why is it after you?," Giorno asked. "Because I touched it! It wants to end me because of it!," Polnareff answered. Mista avoided the attack of the stand and hopped up onto a platformed light pole to hang off of, out of the way of the berserk stand. It was sudden. As quickly as it started, the attack from the raging stand stopped. "It's leaving.," Narancia spoke, "Why did it give up so easily?" Mista tossed the turtle Polnareff to Giorno,who caught the terrapin and placed him down on the ground. (Y/n) kept an eye on silver chariot as the others talked. The horrifying truth of Silver Chariot Requiem's powers were being revealed. It was not just swapping souls of those around it, but also mutating the creatures around it. Birds growing bones over their spines and heads. People growing cancerous masses with extra hands, eyes and mouths on them. It was disgusting and intriguing at the same time.
The green eyes of the boss's body watched the stand, following its movements. This power was greater than her own. This power was one that she did not know if her stand could help. It would be too great a risk to try and use Avalon, given his power and similarly berserk nature as Silver Chariot Requiem. The power made her shiver. If Diavolo had this power, he would destroy everything with it. Nobody would be safe. This power, this Requiem, it needed to be brought to a close. If only she still had be horns, she would be able to detect where Diavolo was. She and the others began to run after the stand before she heard Giorno yell at all of them.

"EVERYONE, STOP WHERE YOU ARE!"