The Last Pillar.

Chapter Seventy-four: A return

Red eyes opened as the young pillar felt movement, she was being carried. Josuke was carrying her, her head was leaning against his chest. The air around them was grim. They had not caught the killer. Nobody noticed her being awake. "Bastard switched himself with someone else, his face, his fingerprints, his hair, I'd even wager his scent.," Josuke growled. Jotaro was quiet. Kakyoin walked between Jotaro and Josuke, "We'll find him again." Okuyasu seemed to be very upset by the whole ordeal, "I've got to go home to dad, this is pissing me off." "It pisses me off too, Okuyasu.," Josuke spoke.
(Y/n) quietly listened to her friends, her family. They did not kill the serial killer. That put her into a foul mood. She then realized something, she felt light, that weight was gone. She had summoned her stand for the first time fully, it was named Avalon. 'Avalon...,' she thought to herself, 'So pretty.' Her emotions were conflicted, she was happy that she had her stand out fully, yet she was upset that the killer got away. She did not know how to feel now. She felt tired. Time for her rest was upon her, she and Santana would have to sleep.

'I wonder what daddy would think of my stand.,' the child thought to herself and tried to reach out to her father through their blood link. The only answer was her wild stand pulling itself out. Josuke was pulled back by Jotaro after Avalon appeared. "Be careful. That stand was out of control, it was piloting its user.," the Japanese man spoke. Avalon floated closer towards them, reaching its wings out to Josuke. The teen backed up. The stand came closer again, more adamantly this time. Red eyes of Avalon and the child looked at each other before the stand dissappeared. "I'm sorry for scaring you.," the child spoke softly, her throat sore from her screaming, "That was Avalon, my stand." "So you finally pulled it out?," Josuke asked, "Congratulations."
The child snuggled to Josuke before she was handed off to Jotaro, she whined as her stepbrother walked away from her. "Santana will be worried. You need to get back to him.," the blunt Japanese man spoke, "You have to be getting a little tired, your sleep cycle is approaching, right?" The plum haired girl nodded in response. Kakyoin followed Jotaro as they walked, "Reminds me of Egypt. Stupid powerful stands, dangerous situations." Jotaro shook his head, "I don't want to deal with DIO again, that was a pain in the ass." "He was sweet. When he was not being an ass.," the little girl forced a smile. Kakyoin scoffed, "You were on his good side. We weren't."

The child stuck her little tongue out at Kakyoin, he gave it back to her. She gripped her Nephew's coat and nuzzled into his chest, "You need to call Jolyne. She needs a father." Jotaro sighed, "I can't stay too long with my wife or Jolyne. I want to protect them." "Best way to do that is to check on them. To teach Jolyne to use her stand when it manifests.," the little pillar said hoarsely. "Says the one who cannot control her own stand.," Kakyoin commented. "It feels different. Something has changed.," the child said before Jotaro made her be quiet. "Hush. Before Avalon comes out again.," the Japanese man said. The ancient plum haired child gave her nephew a smile. She loved the human family that adopted her. They all were kind and had golden hearts, like Jonathan. Kakyoin followed them into the Hotel. The three were all tired.
Jotaro knocked on Santana's door. The vermillion haired pillar man opened the door, shirtless. His wet skin and hair indicated that he had recently showered. (Y/n) was held out to him by Jotaro, "Take her. It was one hell of a day." Santana saw the blood on Jotaro and Kakyoin, they smelled like they were in a fight. The vermillion haired man let the child he was tasked to guard jump onto his shoulder. He felt her snuggle into his wet hair and closed the door. He sensed a huge change in her. Something new. The pillar man set down on the large bed, the half pillar on his shoulder rolled off and sat up. She was unharmed, thankfully. Or she had healed herself so Santana would not worry.

Santana's scarlet eyes looked at her. He sensed a power on her. It felt like two powers merged into one. "Santana.," her voice was hoarse. Like it had been before when she cried a lot over three thousand years ago after seeing one of them get hurt. Santana's hand reached out to her, she took his large hand. "I'm glad that you are safe.," the vermillion haired pillar man spoke, "I was very worried about you." (Y/n) scooted forward and held onto his large and muscular arm. Her soft little cheek squished against his sculpted bicep. "Heal your voice, then tell me what happened.," the scarlet eyed man said, "Or, don't tell me at all. It is your choice."
He fell onto the mattress as he felt his sleep cycle come. He would be out for an entire day. Slowly, his eyes closed. (Y/n) crawled over to him and curled up next to him. She tried to feel where her father was once more. A sound made her open her eyes. The ringing of a metal blade sliding against another. Her stand was out again, its red Aja like eyes staring at her. Slowly, it raised its wing to reach out and touch her, the joint made contact with her head and rubbed it. It knew how sharp the blades it had was. It was being careful. Avalon's hair waved like it was being blown like and unseen wind, the body and hair seemed to sparkle in the light shining on it. Santana was asleep and did not feel the girl move away from him to investigate her stand. She hopped off of the bed and looked at the stand that was carefully kneeling on the floor.

Avalon looked to be around the same size her father was when he disappeared into space. It stood taller than its user. Its expression was no longer filled with rage like it used to be. The main wings stabilized it on the floor as the pair of sub wings below reached out to pull the child into an embrace that squished her up against its smooth torso. The main wings and other pair of sub wings wrapped around her tiny body. The whole stand had curled around her. She felt some sort of nostalgic feeling from being held like this by her stand, the stand hummed what seemed to be a lullaby. The voice was not hers. But one that she had missed for many years.
The stand floated up back to the bed and curled around the child as she felt her own tired mind take its toll on her, the humming made her even sleepier. It was acting like her father used to when she needed to sleep. He used to hold her against his broad chest and hum or sing softly until she was asleep. She snuggled to Avalon's large chest, there was an indentation in the middle over where a heart would be. Like there was something missing. The thought slipped out of her mind as she drifted into sleep. She heard a voice that seemed to come from Avalon, from somewhere deep inside of her, "Sleep well, my treasure."

Her stand was not there when she had awoken. Santana was still asleep. The tiny pillar hopped off of the bed and got her things. She was going to try out her stand some more. Not that she much more to do. She left a note for Santana on his desk about where she was going and what she was going to do, the plum haired child left the room and closed the door as quietly as possible. She saw Joseph and Ceasar walking together and talking at the end of the hall. A soft but angry growl came from somewhere near her. She hid under a table and let the two pass by, just in case her stand tried to go berserk. From what she knew about her stand, it was a very short ranged power type. She crawled out from under the table and walked down the halls to the entrance of the hotel before exiting.
It was midday. People were out. That killer was out. (Y/n) pushed that thought to the back of her mind as she continued. Her little legs let her walk through the city of Morioh. Her wavy plum hair waved as she walked. The adults around her did not see her as they did not look down. She had to avoid running into people and being run into. She wove in and out of the humans on the street, avoiding their legs. She found an alley to duck into and jumped up onto a roof in order to get away from the crowd. She looked over the mass of humans from the roof.

(Y/n) jumped from roof to roof to stay above the humans below her that scurried like ants as they went about their lives. On the wind, in her own mind, she heard a voice. Somewhere that was nowhere yet everywhere, "The world has changed so much. What else has changed?" The child stopped on the top of a multi-story department store to look around her. Nothing. Nobody. The voice was familiar, yet she did not know why it was his. The child took another breath and lifted off again, landing lightly on a streets that did not have humans on it. She was almost to the fields where she would be safe to call out her stand again. She walked to the park area of the city. The plum haired child jumped into one of the trees to look around.
Thankfully, it was not lunchtime for humans yet, she had time to pull her stand put a little. 'I need to get control of Avalon.,' the child thought to herself as she looked around while using a branch to stabilize herself, 'It will be dangerous to be around humans if I don't.' She looked around a little more before having a feeling to look beside her, she did and her red eyes met the Aja like eyes of her stand. The surprise of it coming out on its own made her lose her grip on the branch and fall. Her stand moved quickly and caught her. She was cradled carefully by the metallic humanoid stand. Its face resembled her father, yet this one had the face that her father would only give her when they were alone. That caring and loving expression. It was the face that only she knew.

"Daddy?," She asked, not expecting an answer from something that was supposed to be her soul's fighting spirit manifested. Yet, it smiled wider. The eyes became softer and the forehead pressed against hers, their horns touched. (Y/n) felt herself being squeezed tighter by the stand. A soft voice that was her father's came from the stand, "My treasure." She gripped some of the stand's hair that fell in her face, it felt like her fathers. It smelled like her father. Tears came to her little red eyes as she gave Avalon a hug in return, her feet coming to rest on the ground as they landed softly. The bladed wings carefully wrapped around her in a tender embrace. All of the wings once again embraced her.
Avalon's body was cold metal, yet was warm at the same time was warm. "Daddy, is that you?," (y/n) asked the stand, "Or are you only acting like this because I want him back?" The stand made a laugh that was soft as a small wing from the shoulder wiped a tear away, "I'm here now, aren't I? You called me back. I left my body to follow you back here so you don't have to be alone." She felt Avalon, Kars, her father, give her a kiss on the forehead.

"I love you, my little treasure."