The Last Pillar.

Chapter one hundred and four: Gold experience

"EVERYONE, STOP WHERE YOU ARE!"

The gang stopped and looked back at Giorno, who was holding the revolver that Mista discarded. "Mista, you said that the revolver broke due to metal fatigue, right? If it did, then these parts should fit together.," the young man spoke, "But, they do not." "What are you talking about? What is wrong Giorno?," Bucciarati asked. "Please! Keep your distance from each other, especially you, (y/n)!," Giorno yelled. He looked over to a small and fuzzy animal wandering over. "I picked up the revolver and turned a piece of it into a mole. They are blind, but have a good sense of smell.," Giorno explained as he picked up the mole and the piece of metal it had in its mouth. He fixed the firearm with the mole piece and the piece it returned with. "Wait a second, you're saying someone ripped my gun apart with great force?," Mista asked, "The pistols are clear on it, it was metal fatigue! Nobody was close to me-"
"That is why we must stay apart! His range is only a few meters!," Giorno shouted, "All of you, spread out! Bucciarati, (y/n), you two spread apart!" (Y/n) gave a nod and slowly separated from the group, Avalon appeared over her. The voice of the pillar man turned stand spoke, "He has to be hiding in one of us. Right, boy?" "Correct, Avalon. As your daughter confirmed, he has two personalities,  and only one was found in Bucciarati's body.," Giorno replied and stood, "If he stays hidden, Trish is unable to sense him. The reason he is hiding in wait is that he wants us to obtain the arrow for him." "Sounds familiar.," (y/n) hissed. "He only appeared to destroy the gun after we were attacking Silver Chariot.," Giorno spoke, "All we need to do. Is figure out who he is in."

"Can't be me! I was the farthest away!," Narancia said, "Trish and Mista were pretty close together!" "Narancia!," Mista yelled. "Hey! We can follow Silver chariot later, let's listen to Giorno first.," Bucciarati spoke. "We have one advantage over him. Even though he is hiding in one of us, he does not have control over the body he is in.," Giorno spoke, "The reason we all are alive, is that he is not in control of the body he is in." "Makes sense. How do you propose we find him, then?," (y/n) asked as Avalon hovered overhead and Narancia kept watch. "Hey, it could be Polnareff, he was the closest to me when my gun broke.," Mista said. Giorno knelt down and touched Polnareff's shell lightly, "I can only sense one soul inside of him." "How can you be sure?,"Bucciarati asked. "By touching the person. I can sense their life force with Gold Experience, like (y/n) would be able to with her horns.," Giorno spoke, "All I need to do is touch each of you." The teen rose from his kneeling position. "(Y/n) and I are a pair of souls in one.," Avalon spoke, "But you can check us first." "How will you be able to get closer to his range?," Narancia asked. Giorno held the finger of Narancia's body out, "Avalon. A small cut, easily healed preferably." The pillar man turned stand understood and floated closer, before reaching his wing out and slicing a cut into the outstretched hand.
"Hey!," Narancia yelled. "I can heal it.," Giorno told Narancia as blood dripped from the finger to the pavement below, "I can count the blood drops. A sudden increase will alert me to his presence. I learned this from mister Polnareff." "Good idea. I cannot use these horns like (y/n) was taught how to.," Bucciarati smiled. "Good thinking. But whether or not you can avoid his attack will not be based on luck, as much as how barely are you able to dodge it.," the turtle spoke. The reptile's blue eyes looked up to the teen's.

"It can't be me, there is no way.," Mista spoke. Giorno walked slowly towards (y/n) and reached out. He placed the hand on the body the child inhabited and found two powerful souls Inside of the body. Just as Avalon had said there would be. He nodded, "You are right, Avalon. You two are clear." The stand made an annoyed huff and floated beside his master's temporary body. Giorno walked slowly toward Mista, who was in Trish. The gunman panicked and pointed the baretta he took from the cop at Giorno in Narancia's body, "Just a minute! What if Diavolo is actually in you?!" "It's not me. I would be able to sense that.," the young man responded calmly as he got closer and closer to Mista. A tense air flooded the area as a reddish stand with white markings and a pink face on his forehead was suddenly hovering over Giorno. In a disgusting and swift display of power, King Crimson cut Giorno/Narancia's arm off. "Giorno! He's there!," (y/n) yelled. "I knew it! It was Mista!," Trish yelled and pulled out her stand. "Wrong! It's you, Trish!," Bucciarati yelled, "He moved the body you were in!"
Diavolo gripped Spice girl's neck in a vicegrip, "Had you not revealed your stand, I really would have been backed into a corner.," the vile soul spoke, "I've been waiting for his, my daughter, for you to manifest your stand." Using the grip he had on the stand, Diavolo forced Trish to run. To run away from the gang and towards silver chariot. Bucciarati picked up Polnareff and began to run after the body that Diavolo hijacked. Narancia followed the breathing as Mista shot at the running enemy. Diavolo somehow was dodging every single bullet, almost like he knew where they were going to go. Like he foresaw them. Giorno, injured, was left behind. He could heal himself with gold experience.