The Last Pillar.

Chapter eighty-eight: Assassin squad

Groceries had to be bought. After a little deliberating, it was decided that Narancia would be the best choice for it. His stand would allow him to find people following him. "I'll go too!," (y/n) piped up, "My horns can sense stand users. If there are stand users following us, I can find them." She felt a hand on her head from Abbacchio, "Make sure to keep Narancia straight." "I will! Just tell us what to do!," the little pillar chirped. Fugo got the keys and told the two what to do. They had to do several turns and switch to another car to make sure they were not followed. If they were followed, make them lose track or engage them in a fight. Narancia was not really paying attention so he got jabbed in the side with the key. The black haired young man yelled at Abbacchio to back him up, yet the former policeman did not. Abbacchio instead told Narancia to think if he deserved to get jabbed with the keys or not.
(Y/n) waited for Narancia. Her horns sensed Trish moving in her room, the human girl that was the daughter of the mysterious boss. She did not envy the position that Trish was in, yet she sort of understood what Trish was feeling. A powerful father that others were afraid of. Yet Trish did not know exactly who her father was. The plum haired little girl was nudged to go once Narancia had gotten a stiff talking to from Fugo.

The little girl hopped into the backseat and bucked in her seat belt as Narancia got into the driver's seat. "Do you remember everything we need?," the plum haired girl asked. "Trish wanted some things and we need groceries.," Narancia answered, "I have it written down here." "Good. We don't want to get the wrong things and papa get mad at you.," the tiny girl said as Narancia drove off. A few seconds passed before Narancia yelled back at her, "Hey! What's that supposed to mean?!" He did not get an answer from the grinning child, he gripped the steering wheel as his drove before taking a breath and letting it out. He turned on the radio and played some music. The music was funky and made Narancia car dance. (Y/n) wondered if she should get out of the car since he was doing that, it would probably be safer for her to get to the store on her own.
They passed through the countryside, through the vineyards. They finally got to the city and drove around before parking. Narancia helped the tiny child out of the car and locked the vehicle before they went to the store. The tiny girl followed the teen boy around the store, double checking everything they were getting. They especially had to be careful with what they were getting for Trish, she was a very picky young woman. The plum haired child found the makeup that Trish wanted, all of it was a pretty shade of pink. She ran back to Narancia and showed them to the young man. She got a pat on the head and gave them to the teen.

Narancia gave her produce to smell, so she could check for freshness and any traces of poison that could have been laced on it. Her small nose picked up no traces of poison, but she did smell that some of the fruit and vegetables were going rotten. (Y/n) told Narancia about them and advised him to get the freshest ones that were for sale. The child followed him through the store and pointed out some more items that the others would like for dinner one day. The violet eyed teen crouched down and showed two packages of pasta to the girl, "Which one do you think Bucciarati likes more?"  The little red eyed girl looked at the two packages, remembering what pasta her adopted father preferred and pointed to the one that she knew he liked. "Oh, really?," Narancia asked, "Alright, let's get it. Perhaps your mom can make something delicious with it."
(Y/n) gave him a big grin and held the package of pasta like it was another stuffed animal. She wandered behind him, sensing a stand user besides them. She looked around and saw a man that had a red leather Jacket with metal studs on it. His greyish blue hair looked to be shaved close to his head. The little girl felt a stand coming from him, she saw this man looking at Narancia. The little girl gave Narancia the pasta when the man looked away. She ran out of the store, she needed to investigate this human man.

The girl's tiny golden sandals tapped on the pavement as she followed him. The man stopped when he heard the footsteps. He looked over his shoulder, he saw nothing. His green eyes never looked down. Just like everyone else. (Y/n) knew her miniscule height of 76.2 cm was easily overlooked by others as she was out of their eyesight. She followed him to the rental car that Narancia drove. He was looking at the car, completely unaware of the tiny girl behind him. He was checking out the car, perhaps hoping to catch a glance of a map or something. The tapping of tiny sandals on the pavement caught his ears and he looked around being him again. This tan man then looked down after the glint of the sun reflected off of the Silvery horns of the tiny girl who had been watching him.
"A little girl huh?," the man said to himself before crouching to her height, "You're very small." (Y/n)'s ruby eyes stared at him as he looked at her face. "You're kind of cute.," the man spoke to the girl, "Did you get separated from your parents?" The child knew from his expression that he had seen her jewelry, he probably thought she was from a very rich family and could get a reward from it. The pillar child pointed at him and touched the tip of his nose. "You'll have to leave, kid.," the man said and looked around after getting her tiny finger off of his nose, "It might get scary if you stick around."