Red eyes looked on, watching the carnage done to someone she loved by someone she cared about. Her situation was troubling. Santana was beginning to reform as he was dragged towards the door. Joseph asked Stronheim if the sun would hurt the pillar, Stronheim answered that it would and that the masks were made to help the pillar to conquer the sun. Jojo was dragging Santana to the door to the exit. (Y/n) knew her warriors and guards were not as benevolent as she, that is what allowed her to survive many attacks from enemies. Her warriors were ready to destroy everything in their way, all threats to her and the mission were eliminated. She stayed with Speedwagon to make sure the man was okay as Stronheim went to help Joseph.

Speedwagon's warm brown eyes looked at her, "How do you not be destroyed by the sun? You are the same species as Santana, aren't you?" She realized what he meant, Santana was not resistant to the sun like she was. He would be hurt. But, how was she lost immune to the fiery ball in the sky? Was she the only one of them with this immunity? The girl pushed the thoughts aside as she helped Speedwagon to stand, the man was a little wobbly as he stood. "Careful, Speedwagon.," the girl said, "I don't want to carry you more then needed." She helped Speedwagon walk to the door and looked to see Joseph and Santana fall into a well. The girl made sure that Speedwagon was okay with standing on his own before she ran to the well and saw Joseph inside it. She saw Joseph looking up at her with annoyance, "(y/n), you and I will need to talk as soon as I get out of here." The plum haired girl walked away from the well and heard Joseph yelling at her to come back. She did and dropped a line of rope down into the well, the girl pulled Joseph and Santana both out. Joseph went to see if Speedwagon was okay as the little girl hugged the head of her sleeping former guardian.

"Santana. I'm sorry I did not recognize you at first. And I am sorry that you have been forced to return to hibernation, But I hope that one day I can show you that we no longer need to fight.," the child spoke to the sleeping man, "I love you Santana. Sweet dreams." She felt a shadow come over her and looked up to see Joseph, "(y/n). We need to talk." The plum haired girl looked down at Santana's face, "You want to know my relationship with him." Joseph crouched beside her. "He protected me when I was younger. He played with me.," the little girl said, "I don't blame you for what you did, Joseph. But, thank you for not killing him." "Why don't you turn to stone in the sun?," Joseph asked and pulled the hood over the girl's head. "I don't know. I don't remember ever using the mask. I don't have the body abilities that come with using the mask.," the girl said, "Yes I can manipulate my body similar to Santana, but it hurts me to do so. We all all can manipulate our skin and skeletal structure like that."
Joseph patted the girl's head, "There are others in Europe from what Stronheim told me before he blew himself up. Perhaps we both can get answers there." "Jojo.," the girl got his attention, "I must warn you, I am the least malevolent of my kind from what memories I have. And if there are more, they will not be as benevolent as Santana or I." Joseph's eyes widened slightly at this, "What?" "I don't know just how many of us are out there. But I do know that we are few and very dangerous," (y/n) spoke, "Even with my status, I don't think I can talk them down. I don't know if my parents have survived all of this."

"You have family with us if you have nobody else.," Joseph said with a smile, "But we need to get Speedwagon home and Santana to the Speedwagon foundation for safekeeping." She felt herself be picked up by the man and a photograph fell out of one of her bags. Joseph picked up the photograph, "Hm? That boy looks like me. And that is you! This photograph is very old!" (Y/n) took the picture from him, "This is the photo I took with my adopted family over sixty years ago. That is Jonathan and that is Dio. And there is George or father." She showed the brit the photograph and he smiled. "You better keep that safe.," he grinned, "We may just need it for later." Santana was loaded up by a Speedwagon Foundation Transport and was taken to the Foundation headquarters as Joseph and (y/n) Went to Rome. The little girl was quite happy as she looked around, she felt a connection here. "Jojo! I think I've been here before!," the little girl cheered, "This is where I was born!" She spun happily around as they walked through the streets. Joseph took her hand and made her walk with him, "That is nice, but Speedwagon told us to wait here for him. There is someone we have to meet." The plum haired girl pouted, "I wanted to look around the city."

Joseph's stomach growled, "We will. But I think we need to get something to eat first. The hotel should have lunch, why don't we go back there?" The little girl laughed after his stomach growled again, "Sure thing. You need food as much as you need air to do your hamon thing." (Y/n) jumped up onto his shoulder and they went back to the hotel. The girl was happily eating the dish of black pasta that was served to her while Joseph made a fuss. He even started to demand an explanation from the poor waiter. "Jojo, this is a specialty. The flavor of the ink balances out the dish. Try it before you complain like a grumpy old man.," the little girl said with a scolding tone and ate hers, "This is quite delicious, sir. Thank you for recommending it." Joseph sat down and tried the pasta, he found it was indeed as good as the little girl and he waiter said. His lips were stained black by the ink. The girl snickered at him, "You look like you are wearing black lipstick." The brunet young man with her gave her a look to tell her to be quiet. This only prompted the girl to giggle more.
Her ears caught he voice of the young man at the table beside them, his voice was smooth. The plum haired girl looked at him to see he was a blond young Italian with green eyes and pink markings on his cheekbone area. He had a sort of Featherlike decoration in his hair. The girl sensed he had hamon in his body. She silently got off of her chair and walked over to his table.

The blond did not seem to notice her presence as she got close. He was too focused on the young woman he was Wooing. The plum haired girl smelled this blond's scent. It was faint but he had a familiar bloodline. The blond kissed the woman and was able to repel a hamon prank that Joseph tried to do to him. He looked down at the girl and jumped when he saw her. She had a smile grow on her face, "Ciao, Zeppeli." The Italian and his ladyfriend both looked down at the hooded little girl staring at. The girl's grin widened to show her teeth, "Your blood smells similar to your grandfather's."
Now that the Italian was sufficiently creeped out, she returned to her table and ignored everything else around her. She finished her meal and thanked the Waiter again. She saw Speedwagon arrive after they exited the restaurant and hugged him, she looked back and stuck her tongue out at the two young men. The group sat on a fountain, Speedwagon between the two bickering young men while the ancient girl played with her porcelain doll quietly beside him. She saw a pigeon sit next to her and patted it, it was a very pretty bird. Speedwagon had introduced the two young men then introduced the blond young man, Ceasar Zeppeli, to (y/n). The little girl was indifferent about him and just played with her doll, commenting that at least Ceasar was more appealing in his appearance than his grandfather was.

The girl ignored most of the conversation but listened when she heard the conversation turn towards her and her connection to Santana and the mask. She felt Ceasar's want to hurt her grow in him as he neared the girl. Her red eyes lifted to glare at the green eyed Italian, she had no malice towards him but she felt quite a bit towards her and even more for Joseph. She looked back to her doll and played with it as the conversation continued. She heard a fight start and smelled the scent of soap near her. The girl jumped to avoid the bubbles that were launched. She landed on top of the fountain and jumped again, giving him a kick to the head before he could kiss a woman. The kick made him fall to the ground as a pigeon came out of his mouth. The girl kept kicking the Italian, she was angry that he almost hit her with his bubbles. Speedwagon had to pick her up to make her stop kicking him. The two males bickered more as the old man held the small child. Speedwagon sighed, "What a day." (Y/n) yawned and relaxed as Speedwagon held her. She trusted him. She was suspicious of Ceasar though, he was a lot like his grandfather was. The little plum haired girl had not rested for a while, so she allowed herself to be taken to the hotel room and rested on the couch as the gentlemen talked away from her.

She fell asleep quickly and was inside a dream, floating and swirling. Faint faces and voices from the distant past flashed in front of her, she did not recognize the faces she saw, but she felt comfort from the voices calling her name. She breathed deeply and gently as she napped. She felt the three with her. She felt something else, something deeper in Rome. It was something deep in her blood and cells that seemed to resonate with some entity. She felt another heartbeat, another breath, another life force. This life forced felt like it was somehow linked to her. From it she heard something like a voice call to her, calling for her from the blood link.

"(Y/n), my daughter, where are you?"

Her red eyes shot open and she raised herself from her slumber on the couch, her sudden movement startled Speedwagon. "(Y/n)? Did you have a nightmare?," Speedwagon asked. The girl looked around then at the window, "It's beginning." Her ominous words made Ceasar angered, he grabbed her cloak, "What do you mean?! What has begun?!" He noticed her eyes were not focused and her breathing was not normal, she was asleep still. The girl fell back onto the couch after he let go. He stepped back, "What the hell?" "She must have sensed the Pillar men nearby.," Speedwagon said, "Ceasar, what are we waiting for?" They were met with the sound of a car horn and a German soldier giving them a signal.
Speedwagon roused the girl and the men went down to the car. The ancient child refused to get in the car and followed as they drove. Her bounding jumps kept up with the vehicle and got her closer to the energy drawing her in.

It was beginning.
It was beginning. It had begun.

"Where are you?"