The Last Pillar.

Chapter one hundred one: Returning to Rome.

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.