Giorno and Bruno were searching through databases of known criminals to find a match to their mysterious boss. Bucciarati had his adopted daughter in his lap as they did. Running facial and fingerprints. The girl was looking at the faces on the computer screen as they flashed by. None of them looked like the man she saw on that ridge. None of them looked like the boss or his gopher. She closed her eyes and focused on healing herself more. She listened to the ones around her talk. Bucciarati spoke of how it would be heard to track the boss as he may have wiped any information on him clean. His hand patted the soft hair of the tiny child in his lap as she dozed.
They and Trish were safely inside the turtle as Mista was driving the boat they were using. Trish had enough. She stood and said that she was determined to end her father's vile reign. That she had began to feel something when she first awakened her power. She was able to sense her father. She and her father were linked, similarly to how Kars and (y/n) were linked. However, she and her father did not have the closeness Kars and his daughter shared.

Bruno got frustrated. "It will be impossible to track him even further." The room was silent and tense before the computer began to blare. A voice rang out from the speakers of the computer. A familiar voice that made the tiny girl wake up and take notice of him. "On the contrary! You have already tracked him down!," Came the voice with an accent that was not italian. "I've been waiting so long to find people willing to do anything to track this man down!," the voice spoke out as the screen on the computer changed, shifting from the criminal database to a logo on a screen. A familiar logo. The tiny pillar girl sat up. Could it be? Was it truly? Bucciarati stood up quickly and she fell down onto the floor, "Someone tracked us down instead! Giorno! Cut the connection, quick!" "Wait! Let him speak!," the little girl said and used Avalon's wing to block the computer from Giorno. "Please! Don't cut me off! I am on your side!," the French man on the other side spoke, "You wish to defeat Diavolo, don't you?! Please believe me! I knew that someone who wished to overthrow Diavolo would show up."
(Y/n) retracted her stand's wing as they listened to the man on the other side. "I've been waiting for so long. Waiting for years, filled with hope.," the man spoke, "I'm on your side!" Bucciarati was skeptical, "I've don't know about that." "As patient as you were to kill your sister's murderer thirteen years ago?," the little girl piped up, "You mellowed out a bit, Polpol." Bucciarati and Giorno cut the eyes to the little girl who was standing in front of the laptop with a mischievous grin on her face. She knew this man somehow. Thirteen years ago, they had met and seemed to have become close.

"It can't be! (Y/n)!," the French man's voice on the computer sounded happy instead of desperate, "It's been a long time!" "Would have been shorter if you came to Morioh instead of coming here!," the little girl pouted. "Sorry, sorry. I was working. But you have Iggy with you, right? Is he there with you?," the man, 'Polpol' asked. Avalon blocked Giorno and Bucciarati from turning off the computer as the child was talking to the mysterious man. (Y/n) got more solemn after he mentioned 'Iggy', "Iggy is gone. He gave his life to save me from a serial killer." "Damn. Tough little bastard until the very end, that Iggy.," the man spoke, "But, I'm getting off track. I have a way to help you stop Diavolo." "Diavolo, is that his name?," the pillar child asked, "The one who is behind all of this?" "It is.," Came the reply.
Bucciarati stepped up, "(y/n), do you know him?" "Know him? He's one of my dearest friends!," the child answered, "I trust him. He is an ally! If he wants to help us, he is genuine. Fighting to survive together like we did thirteen years ago, it creates a bond between people that is hard to end." Her red eyes seemed to burn with a fire. Some memory from long ago sparked a passionate flame. "This is one of the six I traveled with. You already met the Heirophant's user, Kakyoin.," the little girl said, "This man is the stand master of the chariot!" Bucciarati sighed and looked at the computer screen, "What can you do to help us?" "Come to Rome, come to me. That way, I can give you the possibility of victory!," the man spoke, "You more than likely know what this is." An image flashed onto the screen.

A golden arrow that had what looked like a beetle on it. (Y/n)'s little nails scratched the table after seeing the arrow. She had gripped the table hard enough for her nails to damage it. "There's another one?!," the child growled, "I thought we collected all of them!" "Why do you have that?," Bruno asked the man on the computer. "I'll tell you later. You must come to me and retrieve this.," the Frenchman replied, "I am not able to fight anymore, but you can. You can use the true power of the arrow! Please come to Rome. This can help defeat him." "We're going. Can't wait to see you again, Polpol.," the little girl chimed. "Petite pillier. I'm sorry to say, you may not like what you see.," the man spoke to the child, "I'm no longer what you remember me as." The little girl wanted to ask him what he meant, but quieted down. The Frenchman told them a story of the arrows. The arrows that were made of a meteor that was found in greenland. Stands were the result of a virus that had attached themselves to the arrows.
The man on the other side of the computer told them all of this, adding that the arrows, if used properly, could enhance the power of stands even more. Bucciarati decided to trust this man, he had knowledge that was needed as well as being a trusted friend to the pillar child. The capo decided to go to Rome and meet this man. "Glad to hear it. Meet me at the Colosseum. There I will reveal everything.," the man replied, "I'll be happy to see you again, (y/n). I heard from Jotaro that you have a powerful stand, I'd like to meet him." "You will. You'll meet everyone.," the little girl replied, "Can't wait to see you again, Polpol." "See you there, (y/n).," the man said and the transmission cut out.

The pillar child sat back on the couch and pulled a picture out of her bag. Giorno and Bucciarati carefully took a look ever her shoulder to see it. It was a picture of five men, her and a little dog. She was perched on the oldest man's back and holding her precious doll, although it looked different in the picture. Giorno recognized Kakyoin in the picture and realized it was the men from her story. These were the ones she went to Egypt with and got into a fight against a powerful stand user with! In the picture, all of them looked happy. They seemed like they were good friends. The plum haired little girl placed the picture back into her bag and took her toys out to play with. The black haired man sighed, "(y/n)." The child's red eyes looked up to his blue ones. "If you want to run ahead and go see him, you can.," Bucciarati told the child, "However, there is a possibility that there will be more of the boss's, Diavolo's, men tying to stop us, be careful."
"I will, papa!," the little girl said with a wide smile and felt Bucciarati's cold hand on her head. His finger brushed against her horn, she felt no blood or pulse in him. He was a zombie. 'Giorno can make zombies like brother could.,' the child thought to herself, 'I could save Papa by making him into a vampire, but that would be unfair to him.' The child felt his hand lift off of her head so he could sit down. He saw her eyes still looking at him, an expression of serious thought was on her face before she was pulled out of the thoughts by the feeling of her mother brushing her hair. Ivory had taken her comb and was running it through the plum locks of the little child. "If you are going to go see him, you need to look good." "Mama.," the little girl whined.

The boat's motor roared as Mista drove it to the coast of Rome, the tiny pillar child heard the boat slow down. She gave Bruno a kiss on his cheek and tied her bags onto her. She hopped out of the turtle and used her strength to jump onto the shore. Something was odd. There was not as much life there as there should have been. The child's red eyes looked around and saw corpses around. 'This is bad.,' she thought to herself and took off running. The night was dark and moonless, perfect her her to move around without being detected. Her small legs propelled her up stairs and she avoided the drunks that were stumbling about. Something was off, she felt evil stand energy. Her small body ran through the streets, she saw a man with green hair and another man in an odd suit in her way. The one in the strange suit was pointing a camera towards her as she ran in their direction. She to a small jump to land on the railing near them before launch herself over them and gliding with the wings of her stand.
She set down without looking behind her and kept running. She was getting away as fast as possible. The tiny pillar jumped and glided over the land. She was getting closer. Closer to her old friend. Closer to the arrow. Closer to defeating Diavolo with her new family. Closer to having to tell Giorno exactly who he is. She had to get to the Collesseum. She had to see him again. She had not seen him in years.

Her tiny feet set down after gliding and ran as fast as she could. How wonderful it was to be able to move like this instead of being restricted to being a human. She looked down when she felt slices of her skin fall off. Avalon had turned his blades on her for some reason. She quickly healed those places and looked back. She realized the importance of removing those slices, they were infected with mold of some sort! Had Avalon not cut those parts off, she would have been consumed by the mold! "Thanks! We should be out of the range soon!," the little girl spoke and jumped to launch herself further towards Rome. Her stand hovered over her and held her with his sub wings as his main wings were used to glide, almost flying over the landscape. The two easily reached the historical area of Rome, an area they were all too familiar with.
The little girl stood on a column that overlooked the area. She saw the Colosseum in the distance. A silvery flash in it caught her attention. A shiny metallic object was there! That had to be where he was! Clouds uncovered the moon, allowing her to get a better look at the old ruins. She saw a faint shape of a man. It was him! She knew that hair anywhere!

(Y/n) smiled and jumped to another column before jumping down to the Colosseum streets and walked in. She sniffed the air. The smell of the familiar and rich blood made her excited. She climbed up the stairs and sniffed again. She was closer and closer. She heard the tapping of a laptop's keys. Her jewelry jingled a bit, alerting the man. "Who is there?," the Frenchman asked. "You should recognize me.," the child replied as she hopped up the steps and saw her of friend. He was right. He was different. He was broken down from the battles he was in. Both of his legs were cut off above his knees. He was blind in one eye and he was skinnier than before. "Pol...pol..," The little girl spoke as she walked closer to him. The man picked the child up, "Look at you. You look just the same as before... wait, you are a little taller than before." He had a gentle smile on his face and gave her a hug, "It's dangerous here. I hope your stand is ready." "He is. Father is ready for any fight.," the girl replied as Avalon Emerged from her, "We're ready to take Diavolo down, Polnareff!"
Polnareff smiled and gave the child another hug while the girl squeezed his neck. He felt a tear drip onto him as she little girl shook in his arms. "It's okay, (y/n). We're okay.," the Frenchman spoke and gave her a little kiss on the cheek, "Once I give your friends the arrow, it will be over." "I hope so, Polpol. I don't want to see anyone else die.," the little girl said and gripped onto the Frenchman. "We just need to wait. It will be okay.," Polnareff spoke and set the girl onto his lap, "We need Bucciarati and the others to come and meet us here."