The Last Pillar.

Chapter Ninety-nine: Risotto's Metallica

A warm sensation washed over (y/n) as she felt her nerves reattach to a horn. Her red eyes opened to see green ones looking down at her. She thought she saw her brother bafore her eyes cleared and she saw it was Giorno. The child felt better after Giorno removed his hand from her head, "There you go. I hope you don't mind that I had to use one of the horns in your bag to make a new one for you." "So that's why it took a short time to heal.," the little girl spoke and rubbed the new horn. It was warm. Wamu was standing behind Giorno, "I told him to use my horn. It was the only thing it could think of." "That's kind of you, Wamuu.," Trish said. "It is my duty to look after her.," the blond pillar man ghost replied.
The tiny pillar girl gasped and jumped up, "The stand! What happened?!" "It's okay. We dropped it into the ocean.," Trish said, acting more confident compared to how she was before. Mista and Narancia were okay as well. "Where are we?," (y/n) asked. "We're almost to Sardinia.," Trish answered, "We were picked up by a fishing boat after we fell into the sea." "Well then. I'll see you there.," the little girl looked at the ceiling, "Wamuu, with me!" "Yes, lady (y/n).," the warrior replied and followed the girl out of the turtle.

She jumped past Bucciarati and Abbacchio before jumping into the ocean to swim ahead of the boat. Her small yet powerful limbs allowed her to swim quickly through the water. She had left her bags behind to keep their contents safe. She passed fish and kelp in the sea as she swam. The tiny child grabbed a fish and ate it to have some energy to use. Her tiny hands grabbed the rocks on the shoreline and pulled herself out of the water. She shook the water off of her and squeezed out her hair and clothes. Red eyes cast over the seas behind her to look for the boat she had been on. She saw it in the distance. Now, she had a little time to scout the area to make sure it was safe for her and the rest of the gang. She sat up on the monument dial and sensed the surrounding area with her horns. There was an influx of tourists to the beautiful island. 
However, a strong energy caught her attention. An energy on the cliffs above. "A stand user.," the little girl spoke. The child hopped off of the monument after the sun dried her dress and body. (Y/n) saw her friends on the boat approaching the shore and waved at them. She pointed at herself then to the cliffs she was going to investigate, she got a confirmation motion from Abbacchio. The plum haired child gripped the rocks on the cliff face and started climbing. Jumping from a rock to another out of reach before finally landing on he top of the cliffs. Her red eyes looked around, trying to find what she was sensing.

The smell of iron was strong. Magnetic fields were distorted. The energy was strong there. The plum haired child heard a slight jingle sound. She sniffed the air again and caught the scent of a human man. The man was hiding in plain sight somehow, like he was waiting for something. "What are you doing here?," She asked, "I know you are there." She felt the man shift his position and walk around her. "Human, male, mid to late twenties. Approximately 185 cm tall.," the child spoke, "Stand user. Are you with the gang or against it?" The footfalls of the man stopped. She finally heard his voice, "You are the child that Prosciutto warned us about." "Well then. Do you believe in forgiveness? If I offered you a better life to join us against the boss that most likely dislike as well.," The little girl asked as the man finally revealed himself to her. He was pretty handsome for a human. Black sclera with red irises. His white hair was covered by a dark hat. He was tall and muscular but had a dark monochrome outfit offset only by gold adornments.
The man looked around before kneeling to get closer to this tiny creature. To him, she looked as harmless and innocent as a small child. She looked weak. Yet some sort of inhuman beauty and power seemed to come from her. Her three horns peeked from her hair. "What is this offer?," He asked. "You join us. We were planning to overturn the boss who has been polluting this beautiful country with corruption and drugs. We will find the boss and ultimately put an end to him. It would have been nice to have you and the others as allies.," the little girl explained, "I wanted to extend this offer to all of your group. But... they never took it. I apologize for the deaths of your men." The child felt a flare of energy from the man, a pain emerged from her hand as she saw a metallic blade emerge from her skin. She did not make much noise as she looked into the cold eyes of the man.