The Last Pillar.

Chapter one hundred six: Long suffering curse

(Y/n) was sat between Giorno and Mista on the couch as Joseph, Jotaro and Josuke sat on the opposite couch. Josuke was looking at the expensive decor in the mansion as Jotaro was giving Giorno a harsh stare-down. Joseph had a content smile on his elderly face as he held his cane. The story of the Joestar family had been told to the blond teen who was thinking over the information that had been given to him. "That is why I wanted Koichi to investigate you.," Jotaro spoke, "Because that bastard has made misery for many over one hundred years." "That is understandable, mister Cujoh.," Giorno spoke. "Jotaro. He is more like Jonathan than Dio. He does have some aspects of Dio, but his heart is more aligned with Jonathan's.," the little pillar girl spoke.
Joseph and Jotaro looked to the little girl. Jotaro's eyes were harsh as he looked at her. "Are you saying this as his aunt or in a professional capacity?," the Japanese man asked. "Why not both?," (y/n) responded. A tense air was felt between all of them. Each was ready to pull out their stand if there was a fight to break out. (Y/n) was actively trying to keep her stand inside of her as he would be a danger to the others. "Jotaro-san, she would know better than anyone else. She loved them and knew them for pretty much most of their lives.," Josuke spoke up. The ocean green eyed man leaned back. The elderly Joseph looked around the room, "This place reminds me of some places I've been to in my youth." The elderly man's musings made the tiny pillar remember when he was younger. A small smile came onto her small face.

Mista has listened to the entire story. The dark eyed gunman was having a hard time wrapping his head around everything he heard. It was hard enough understanding that the little girl was a hybrid of human and pillar man. But learning about the rest of the story, the vampires and other information, was a little bit intimidating. The gunman sighed a bit of relief after hearing the doorbell, "I'll go get that. It is either Abbacchio or Narancia." Mista left the family alone and left the door open after hearing a voice talk to him after he opened the door. (Y/n) heard the voice and looked behind her, "Polpol, sorry I did not get you. You looked like you needed that nap." Jotaro sat forward as he heard the response. "It's okay. Was a bit of a pain walking all the way here.," The voice of Polnareff responded. "Polnareff?," Jotaro asked, "Where are you?" "Right here, Jotaro.," the Frenchman's voice answered as a pond turtle walked around the couch, "You're bigger than I remember."
Josuke jumped a little after seeing the reptile crawl closer to him, "It's talking!" "It's rude to call me an 'it.' I have a name, it is Jean Pierre Polnareff.," The Frenchman in the turtle spoke as he settled in front of the Joestars, "It's nice to see you again, Jotaro, mister Joestar." "Polnareff? Why are you in a turtle?," Joseph asked as he watched the turtle be picked up by the small pillar child. "Long story, mister Joestar.," Polnareff replied as he settled down on the child's lap, "But the simple answer is that it is a permanent effect of a stand." Josuke still had an uncomfortable look on his face, his fear of reptiles was still strong.

"What stand caused this?," Jotaro asked his old friend. "My own. Silver chariot was pierced by the stand arrow and evolved into a stronger version. Silver chariot requiem.," the turtle explained. The little girl who held the turtle nodded. Her eyes seemed to be somewhere else as Polnareff talked about the arrow's power to Jotaro. Joseph looked content to listen to Jotaro and Polnareff. Josuke started talking to Giorno politely, asking his newfound family member questions. The child's mind remembered the golden glow of heaven opening up, the faces of all she knew looking down at her and her friends. And some faces she did not know but looked familiar. Those faces looked like hers and her father's, like her mother's. Like Wamuu, like Santana, like Esidisi. The only thing she could think of, was they were family. Family that she had not met and would probably never meet. Family that her ghost warriors never met after the massacre many thousands of years ago.
She felt a hand on her head and looked up to see the tired face of Abbacchio looking down at her and Giorno, "What are these people doing here, Giovanna?" "They are family, Abbacchio.," Giorno replied and looked back at the grumpy former police officer. The red eyes of the small child looked up to the violet and yellow eyes of the man looking down at her, "Leone, this is Joseph Joestar, Jotaro Cujoh and Josuke Higashikata." Abbacchio gave a curt nod to the three and lifted his hand from (y/n)'s hair, "I'll find somewhere to rest and leave you to talk." The whitish haired man left. 'Guess Caesar made him train.,' the tiny pillar thought to herself, 'Should get papa to Air supplina Island to visit him. It's kind of weird that Caesar doesn't seem to be aging, hamon does slow the aging process down... but not this much...'