It was a warm Italian morning. The gentle breeze blew over the garden of Passione's Don, carrying the sweet scent of flowers. A turtle and a child lay in the grass, soaking up the warm sun. The child's plum locks were being blown gently by the breeze as she slept in the warm morning sun. The turtle beside her woke up and stretched his neck out. Blue eyes looking everywhere before he turned to nudge the girl. "Wake up, Petite pilier. It's time for you to get up," the turtle spoke and the girl whined. "Just another hour, Polpol.," the girl whined and rolled over. The turtle walked towards the girl and nudged again. He listened and heard that her breathing was slow again. She was asleep. The turtle sighed, "If I was still human, I would pick you up and carry you in myself."
The girl had a smile on her face as she slept. The former Frenchman crawled around the sleeping girl and used his little turtle beak to pull the cloak over her, "No matter how old you are, you're still a child." He settled down under her arm as she slept in the warm morning light. After what they have gone through with Diavolo and the funerals, they needed rest.

In her dreams, the little girl was with her father. Twirling and swirling, spinning and drifting. They could feel each other because of their shared blood, their only link to each other they had left. Their minds and hearts linked through this bond. Together silently twirling. Although they could not speak to each other through their shared bond, they knew that each loved the other and wished to reunite.
But they could not, they could not reunite. Kars was in the vast expanse of the cosmos and (y/n) was on earth. But she was safe, Giorno was taking good care of her. The ghost pillars made sure that everything was okay with their vast experience and expertise on their species. She was happy and not alone. Kars was the exact opposite, he was alone and miserable for it. The only company was from his link to his daughter.
The ancient and godlike man had felt the times she was sad and injured through their link. He wanted to be there for her. To protect her like he had sworn to.

The little girl was picked up by a familiar male, Mista, Giorno's right hand man. The gunman held the girl carefully as he picked up the turtle with the other arm. "Giorno was wondering where you two were.," the dark eyed male spoke, "He wanted to talk to you to about some things, Polnareff." The turtle nodded as he was carried into the house. The gunman carefully set the girl down on the couch in his boss's office before setting the turtle on Giorno's desk. "Where were you two?," The blond teen asked the turtle. Polnareff stuck his head out of his shell a little more, "We were in the garden, the petite pilier wanted to talk before we fell asleep out there."
Giorno chuckled a little, this one one of many amusing things the girl he now knew as his niece had done. The blond haired teen boy talked with the turtle as the gunman sat next to the dozing girl he had startled awake by sitting down suddenly next to her. Mista sighed and stretched, he felt like it was going to be a good day. Perhaps a mission today? Perhaps a trip somewhere? Perhaps just a day out on the town? Who knows, he was in a good mood.

The dark eyed male felt the girl beside him lean against him, dozing. She had been sleepy lately, it could be around the time she needed to sleep. He hoped that was it and that she was not sick. He'd have to ask one of her ghost warrior family that were currently out scouting about what to do. Mista did not really like to talk to them, they seemed a bit too intense for his tastes. The gunman felt the little girl's horns poke into his chest, it hurt a bit through his cashmere sweater. The gunman carefully made the sleeping child lean more comfortably against his arm.
Giorno finished speaking with the turtle and picked the terrapin up, "Mista, let's go. We're going out, bring (y/n)." "Sure thing Giorno.," Mista said and picked up the tiny plum haired girl, "Wake up, princess." The girl opened her ruby red eyes and rubbed them. The gunman set the girl down, "We're going out into town now, promise to stay near us?" (Y/n) woke up completely and nodded, "Yeah! Where are we going? Is this a misson?" "No, it is not a mission. We are having a day out on the town after all of the previous missions.," Giorno replied, "The last few months of being the Don has been stressful, I need to rest."

(Y/n) reached up and held the blond young man's hand, his green eyes looked down at her gently before they walked out into the town. The group was greeted by friendly passers-by, Giorno returned their greetings. It was a beautiful day. They passed by different shops. Mista shared his random thoughts as he usually did, the small pillar added in what she thought of the thoughts. Giorno was on the lookout for a good place to eat, a restaurant or cafe that would suit them. The blond mafia Don gave the pillar girl the turtle to hold in the meantime.
A shop with a television made the little girl stop and watch. It was a live news feed about a rather large meteor that had landed. Mista stopped and came back to see what had the child's attention, "What's wrong? Oh, a meteor, that one seems to be a pretty large one. That's rather unusual for one to be this big. Usually they are small or burn up in the atmosphere." Giorno came back to see the report as well. The girl was looking at the screen with intent. Before the reporters or scientists could get close to the meteor, sometime shot out of the crater and darted out of the view of the camera quickly.

"Whoah! Was that an alien?!," Mista asked and laughed, "There's an alien!" The plum haired female was bristling. Polnareff felt it, "(y/n)?" "That may not be an alien...," the girl said. Polnareff and Mista were going to ask more about what feeling she was getting, but Giorno took the girl's hand and led the group to a nearby restaurant. The blond mafia Don got them a table away from the other customers so they could talk in private. Polnareff sat on the table next to (y/n) as the two teens ordered some food them. The group was now free to speak once they had their meals and beverages ordered. The plum haired girl rocked back and forth as she waited for her food, she was on edge. There was something wrong with the meteor. Her warriors would finish scouting soon. They would be back. Giorno took a sip of the tea that he ordered and let out a contented sigh.
"(Y/n). You were quite interested in that news report, is there something that we should know?," Giorno asked. The girl nodded and looked around before leaning in and whispering, "I fear that the meteor was actually my father." The two gangsters looked at each other then chuckled. "I'm sorry, but with what you told us before, he is out drifting in space. There is a very low possibility for it to be him.," Polnareff spoke up and lifted his little turtle head up, "But if it is your father, then humanity is in danger." "I'm fear that papa Joseph is the one most in danger if father has returned. He wants Joseph dead.," the plum haired pillar girl spoke softly.

Giorno and Mista looked tense, Giorno was the human the most chance of survival with the power of Gold Experience requiem. (Y/n) could fight off her father only briefly with Avalon, but she knew he would not want to hurt her. The girl was tense but she picked up a teacup and sipped the tea inside, hoping that the warm drink could help soothe her nerves. She sighed. The drink did help her to relax a little bit. The group ate and paid for their meal before leaving the restaurant. It was still a lovely day. Giorno walked with his gang through the streets. (Y/n) jumped onto Mista's back to ride him as they reached a set of stairs to climb and overlook the city below. The view was incredible.
The gunman took the girl off of his back and held her up to see the magnificent view. It was a beautiful day after all. The girl smiled at the great view. She remembered when Bruno took her to the same area to show her how beautiful the view was. Something in the distance caught her eyes. It was dark and coming in fast. "Get down now!," the girl shouted and the two ducked like she instructed. They heard an impact behind them.

The two males turned to see a man rise out of a small impact crater. He was tall and extremely muscular with long hair, a braid clasped with a gold clip was in the middle of the plum mass of hair. The great wings he had turned into muscular arms. The man barely wore anything. The air coming from him was heavy and intense. The man rocked his head back and forth as of to stretch and get rid of the stiffness in his neck and shoulders. He turned around and the two gangsters were met with a face that was similar to one that they cared for.
His eyes were ruby red and the blue eyeshadow like markings on his eyelids, along with the three horns, made them know exactly who this was. Mista stood in front of the child, shielding her from view. The man before them was (y/n)'s father, Kars! Giorno set Polnareff down and stood by mista. The blond knew that this would be pretty much impossible to fight this man. Kars was basically a god. He would have to try to reason with the man. But how?

Kars saw a pair of humans before him, both male. But he sensed his daughter nearby. He decided to ignore these humans as they were of no concern for him. He was the master of this planet anyway. The man turned his eyes away from the humans and looked around for any sign of his daughter. He heard one of the humans speak, "Hey! Are you looking for something?" The ancient pillar man ignored the humans to speak to himself, "I could have sworn she was here. But it has been a long time since I was last here, the world seems to have changed much in such a short period of time."
The man walked past the two humans, not caring about them being there. He was searching for his daughter. He could smell her scent, it was strong here. He could hear her heartbeat. Kars was getting used to his powers again. It had been a long time since he was on earth last, and his brain had recently restarted. He only flew here on instinct so far. He heard the humans behind him backing away and smaller footfalls. He looked behind him to a familiar mass of plum hair and a white dress.
"You can stop this game, (y/n).," Kars spoke, "I found you."
The little girl stopped and turned around with a smile, "You did, father!" She held Polnareff in her tiny hands. Kars knelt before his daughter, "Is that a pet? Turtles are a good choice, they live for a long time if cared for properly. Although tortises would have been a better coice." "This is Polnareff, he is my friend.," The little girl said and showed the turtle to her father.

Giorno and Mista stopped trying to run away and turned back to see Kars knelt before his daughter, speaking to her kindly. The girl seemed to be completely relaxed around her father. He was unmistakably her father. They looked alike.
Kars' face got angry looking, "You smell like humans." "I have been living with humans.," the girl replied, "These humans do not mind that I am longer lived than they." "So, you have pet humans, no servant humans?," her father asked with a chuckle, "How wonderful."
The man picked his child up, "Now, where is Jojo?" (Y/n)'s face hardened a bit to the surprise of her father. They were quiet before the girl spoke, "He is an old man now, harmless. He looked after me for over sixty years." The man looked irritated to know his enemy had taken his precious daughter in. "I'm going to kill him.," Kars said. "Just wait, he'll die soon.," the girl said as she held the turtle, "He's over seventy years now."
The man's eyes cut over to the humans approaching him and his daughter, "And these humans?" "They have helped take care of me since I returned here.," the girl said. Kars' sharp eyes glared at the two humans before he turned back to his daughter, "We have much to catch up, my precious."
He had his daughter cling to him as his grew wings and lifted off into the skies, ready to rule over this world. After he caught up with his daughter and situated a new temple to live in.

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FOR @Cringy_AnimeArtist