Reincarnated in Italy

How can I activate my stand?

"So how did it go?" Mista asked.

"Better than expected!" I said with a relived smile.

"Awesome!" Narancia said "so, what are ya up to now?"

I walked over and sat on the couch across them "I wanna get to know you guys, if you're both ok with that."

"Sure! What do you wanna know?" Mista said almost eagerly.

"I'll start. As you guys know, my name is (Name and last name). I'm from America, and still don't know how I got here. I really like (things you like) but I really don't like (things you hate). My birthday is (birthday and month) and I am 22 years old." I said joyfully.

"...wait...your 22!?" Narancia yelled in shock.

"You look like your only 18!" Mista also said quite baffled.

"Haha, yeah, that's Asian genes for ya." I said with a chuckle and held my hand above my head, "I'm also quite short for my age."

"No kidding" Mista said with a laugh "well, you already know me as Mista, I was born here in Italy. Some things that I like include the movie Pretty Woman, trippa, and pizza. Things that I hate would be people who practice guitar while I'm trying to sleep and especially the number...4" he shudders out the number "my birthday is on the third of December and I'm 18 years old." Mista finished.

I nodded with a smile "that's awesome. Did you know that in Japan the number 4 is known to be bad luck because the traditional way to say it is also the same way you say death? So they had to change the way they say the number and they just avoid using the number as much as possible." 

"I knew the number was evil!" Mista said.

"I guess you have more of a reason to be scared of it now, huh?" Narancia scoffed.

I then look over to Narancia "what about you Narancia? Actually, is it ok if I just call you Nara?"

"O-of course you can!" He said with a slight blush then cleared his throat "anyway, I was also born here in Italy. I really like Snoop Dogg, orange juice, pizza, and this anime called 'Fist of the North Star'. As for things I don't like, one would be spicy foods and another is sounds relating to liquids. Ya know, like slurping or dripping sounds?" I nodded in understanding "And my birthday is May thirtieth, I'm 17."

"I haven't actually watched Fist of the North Star but I have watched a lot of other anime. We should watch anime together sometime!" I said happily.

"Yeah, I'm down for it!" He said just as happily.

"Well, now that that is done, you don't need to, but can I see your stands?" I asked shyly. Even though I do know their stands, I would rather have them show me themselves.

The two looked at each other before shrugging.

"I don't see much harm in it. My stand is Aerosmith" Narancia said bringing out the little red plane "it can shoot a barrage of bullets as well as drop small bombs. It also has a carbon dioxide radar that lets me track breathing." He finished and held out his arms for his stand to land.

"And my stand is called Sex Pistols" Mista said as he brought out his revolver and he let out the six tiny stands "there are six of them and they can redirect the bullets that I shoot from my gun. There is no number 4 since it's evil."

The six stands swarmed to me and started chattering "wow, she's so pretty" "your hair is so long and nice" "you have pretty eyes"

I chuckled a bit with a small blush "Aww~ thank you. You're all so cute~" I said as I held out my finger and number 5 sat on it.

After a couple hours of talking about random stuff, it was time to make dinner.

-Time skip brought to you by Harry Houdini himself-

When we were done with dinner, I had gone to take a shower. I had Houdini use his stand on my bag to open a portal so I could get clothes, shampoo, and body soap from my house. Once I was done, I sat on the bed in the guest room. I thought of ways to make my stand manifest itself. As I thought, I had taken out a few sheets of paper to just fold into origami as well as a jar to store them in. I folded a few different animals until I became bored. After putting the paper and jar away, I took out Shimiji's play pen with a towel to put it on, so she wouldn't make a mess everywhere, and placed it on the bedside table for her to sleep on. I had sat at the desk with the lamp on for a good few minutes and came up with a way to try force my stand out.

"I hope you know what you're doing." Anna chimed in.

"Stands protect their users when they are in danger, right? So this should work." I answered back.

I reached into the bag again, putting the papers and bottles aside, and took out an ice pick and chopping board. I put the board on the desk, sat back down and put my hand on it.

"This is gonna fuckin suck if this doesn't work." I mumbled out as I gripped the ice pick with my free hand.

I raised the ice pick in the air above my head. I started to shake a bit. I took a breath and stabbed downwards. My eyes closed before the point of it made contact.

I expected to feel a stabbing pain but I felt my hand get crushed by my other "Ow" it didn't hurt that much but still "what the?"

The ice pick I had disappeared, it wasn't in my hand anymore.

"Anna? Where did the pick go?" I asked.

"Why are you asking me? You closed your eyes, I didn't see shit!"

I then felt a cool breeze swirling around. I looked around and saw white mist surrounding me. I looked for the source and saw it coming from one of the uncorked glass bottles I had on the floor. I picked it up and put my finger over the opening, stoping mist from coming out. Looking inside of the bottle, it had the mist swirling inside. I took my finger off of the opening and the mist flowed out again. It swirled upwards and soon took form of a woman from the hip up.

The woman's eyes were closed and she had very light grey skin. She wore clothes of an Arabian belly dancer and had had her white hair tied up in a high ponytail tail. Her clothes were white and gold. Gold bands were on her wrists, arms and neck. Six red diamonds were attached to each of the gold bands as well as one on her forehead. Translucent smoky white cloths were attached to rings on her middle fingers that then attached to the gold bands on her arms and another cloth was behind her back. There was the same kind of cloth on her face, but even though I could see through it, she had no mouth.

"Holy crap" I said softly.