Guest - I haven't put that much thought into Part 6 yet, as I will be doing something like a Part 5.5 which will feature Jouji. But well see once I actually start to get to work on it.

Baby Face - Deconstruct and Reconstruct

The brother duo, Pesci and Prosciutto, had been dispatched. Prosciutto died clinging to the undercarriage of the train while pieces of Pesci were strewn about the area. With Prosciutto taken care of the effects of his Stand were reversed and so the passengers within the train turned back to normal. The incident left everyone on the train questioning what had occurred, the entire train was in an uproar.

The group had made a hasty exit trying to put as much distance between themselves and the train before any more unsavory individuals came looking for Trish.

Fiamma was impressed by both Mista and Bucciarati. Especially Mista, the man survived three bullets to the head thanks to his Stand. So was it him or his Stand that Fiamma was more impressed by? Technically his Stand was a part of him. Either way both he and Bucciarati had moved up on her list.

Inside Coco Jumbo, Bucciarati was explaining to the group what had happened when they were all incapacitated.

"Number 6 said Mista had little to no ice on him, so I sent Fiamma," Bucciarati said

"Fiamma? What'd she do?" Fugo asked

"I turned into a frog," Fiamma stated

"H-How the hell does that work?" Narancia questioned

"Wood Frogs can freeze up to 70% of their body. I turned into one and went into the mini-fridge." Fiamma said

"You were the frog?!" Mista questioned pointing at the woman.

"Yes," Fiamma said

Did he forget about her ability? It seemed pretty obvious that she was able to turn into animals and that she was the frog. What were the odds that a cold amphibian would happen to appear to help Mista?

The group was able to sneak their way onto a semi-truck, hiding inside of Coco Jumbo, as the turtle was stashed right next to the driver hidden underneath the passenger's seat.

"As long as no one finds us, we should make it to Venice by tomorrow or the day after," Abbacchio said

He and Fugo went over a map charting out their path to Venice. The atmosphere of the room was quite melancholy. Trish was curled up in a fetal position on one of the chairs while Bucciarati sat poised in another, arms crossed eyes closed, the others wondering if he too was asleep. Fiamma was sitting on the ground back pressed against the wall just staring up at the ceiling. Mista was standing on a chair keeping watch.

"Man…everyone seems super bummed. I wonder if Bucciarati said something harsh to Trish," Narancia whispered to Giorno.

"No…I think she's worried because Bucciarati hasn't told her anything. She's very strong-willed. She doesn't cry or complain at all," Giorno said

"Mista!"

Speaking of crying.

Number 5 floated up to Mista crying his eyes out.

"Tell Number 2 and Number 3 to share the hamburger with us!"

Fiamma immediately sat up. "Food?"

She was so hungry, at this rate she wouldn't be able to use her Stand soon. She got up walking over to Mista and his Stand.

Mista gave his Stand a confused look. "Huh? What are you talking about? There's nothing to eat here right now…" He paused as crumbs started to rain down on him. "Huh?" Mista looked up to see Number 2 and 3 hovering above him chowing down on a burger. "Where the hell did you get that?! D-Don't tell me-"

Mista looked upwards to see the driver's face come into view above the ceiling.

"There's something under the seat."

"Shit!" Mista cursed

The driver reached down going to grab Coco Jumbo.

"A turtle? There's something on its back. It looks like some kind of jewel. Is that a key?"

"What are we gonna do Mista?"

"This seems bad."

Sex Pistols questioned floating around their user.

Having no other option Mista thrust his fist upwards punching the driver square in the face. From the outside world, they could hear loud screeching followed by a crash as the room shook.

Bucciarati quickly stood up, "What just happened?"

"Mista, you were keeping watch on the ceiling, weren't you? What happened?" Fugo questioned.

"Huh? Me? I-I haven't the slightest. I wasn't watching at that moment. Huh? Maybe the truck stopped." Mista stuttered as he lied.

Fiamma blinked looking at Mista. "But you-!"

Mista quickly shut Fiamma up grabbing the hamburger and shoving it in the woman's mouth. The young woman didn't seem to mind at all, taking a hold of the burger eating it happily.

Mr. President

Power - E

Speed - E

Range - E

Durability - A

Precision - E

Potential - E

The truck had ended up crashing which meant the group had to find another mode of transportation. Going on foot they came across a rustic-style inn, the small parking lot filled with a few cars. The group stood around contemplating on what their next move should be.

"Let's just steal one already," Narancia stated gesturing to the many cars parked outside the inn.

"Are you stupid? Word would spread in no time and go right to the enemy. Then they'll just be waiting to ambush us!" Fugo said

"That's true," Mista agreed

"Fugo's got a good point," Abbacchio said

"Then let's hear what Bucciarati wants us to do," Narancia said

The men kept talking, arguing on what to do next. Fiamma stepped up next to Giorno, her cheeks were puffed, full; in her hand was a dumpling.

"Fiamma where do you get that from?" Giorno questions

Mouth full of carbs, Fiamma turned to point towards the inn.

Earlier

Two men sat alone at a table drinking and having a good time. One of the men stood from his seat stating he had to go to the restroom. While the other man sat alone he made a grab for the plate of dumplings resting towards the edge of the table, but his hand met nothing but empty air. He glanced at the plate and was surprised to find it devoid of any dumplings. Unbeknownst to him, a chipmunk was scurrying away, face stuffed, and a large dumpling in its grasp.

Present

Giorno let out a sigh shaking his head. Fiamma had been doing such food pilfering ever since he could remember, she was a master. Oh, well no time to dwell on that, Giorno had work to do.

Gold Experience came out and punched a car sending it high in the air.

"W-What are you doing Giorno?" Narancia asked

"If we steal only one, we'll be caught immediately. But if we steal a hundred…"

Gold Experience flew across the parking lot attacking car after car.

"….If it isn't just a single car that disappeared, and if they are all found in pieces at different locations-"

The cars started to glow before turning into frogs.

"-the search for the missing cars will be much harder, and it should give us plenty of time to get to Venice."

The dozens of frogs hopped away going off in various directions.

"I see…"

"That definitely beats hitchhiking."

Abbacchio scoffed. "Whatever." He walked over to Bucciarati handing Coco Jumbo over. "Giorno, you tell Bucciarati. Here. We're going to go get a car. "

Fiamma followed the group interested to see how a car was hot wired. She sat on top of the roof peering downwards in through the windshield as Mista got in the driver's side. He pulled the console underneath the wheel messing with some wires. He fiddled around a good while trying to go as fast as he could.

"Are you done yet, Mista?" Fugo asked

"Don't rush me," Mista said

Fiamma, wanting a closer look, scooted up to the roof of the car. She laid atop the roof, head hanging over the edge as she peered into the car. From her new vantage point, Fiamma still didn't have that clear of a view so she made her way into the car. She sat on her knees crouched in the driver's seat.

"Something wrong?" Abbacchio asked as Narancia turned around.

"Nah. Giorno's waving," Narancia said

The men turned their focus away from Mista, looking behind them.

They all watched as Giorno, who was a good distance away, was waving his hand about, half his body obscured by the low wall that circled the parking lot.

"H-Hey-!"

All attention turned back to Mista. The gunner was still under the steering wheel console but now he had Fiamma with him, the young woman basically laying on top of him so she could closely watch him work. Her chest pressed close against his own, their hips almost pushing against one another.

"What do you think your doing!?" Abbacchio shouted.

Narancia and Fugo ducked their heads away, awkwardly looking away from the scene.

From behind her fringe, Fiamma raised a brow, looking up at Abbacchio. Mista had ceased his hotwiring work, hands frozen, face red, as his gaze glued on the woman laying on him. He tried his best to keep his gaze focused higher but they threatened to go lower, the low cut of Fiamma's outfit wasn't helping. His eyes drifted down once again catching a small peek of cleavage before snapping back up, a groan rumbling from Mista's throat. Who could blame him, he was a healthy young for crying out loud!

"You little–!" Abbacchio growled.

Fiamma looked past the angry man towards the wall from where Giorno was waving.

"I'm pretty sure Bucciarati's telling us to hurry up and get the car," Narancia said, still looking away.

"I just told you not to rush me!" Mista exclaimed

Giorno seemed to have vanished behind the wall causing Fiamma to turn her attention back to the hot wiring.

"H-Help..." Mista stuttered.

"Get out of the damn car woman!" Abbacchio said.

Giorno used Gold Experience to attack the cabinet that rested inside Coco Jumbo but that only resulted in more injuries, including one that cost him an eye and a section of his throat. But he didn't lose his cool and grabbed the key from Coco Jumbo's back.

When the key was removed it forced any living things out. The cabinet came floating out of Coco Jumbo segmented into small cubed pieces before reshaping together like a 3D puzzle. When it was done the cubes took the form of a football-shaped rock.

"I see now…It's not that I couldn't see the enemy. I'd seen them all along! The ability chops up humans and reconstructs them into something else!"

"Gold Experience!"

Giorno's Stand attacked the rock, but it simply just split in two. He tried again and again but just continued to split into small pieces. Seeing that he wasn't able to get a hit Giorno crawled to the wall hoping to signal for help.

"G-Guys…I need to somehow….let them know…" He whispered

With part of his throat gone Giorno wasn't able to call out, and with part of his foot gone he was unable to pull himself up and over the wall.

The rock bounced next to Giorno and Gold Experience came out, punching it. Its attack landed, but it wasn't the enemy, only a simple rock.

"No that was just a rock." A small robotic voice spoke.

The wall next to Giorno pixelated into several small cubes and then moved up like something was traveling within the wall. As it reached the top, pieces of the wall lifted up and Giorno could spot yellow eyes staring at him.

Before he could move, something shot out hitting him in the throat for a second time. As he fell back a hand came out of the wall snatching away the key.

Giorno fell landing on his back, blood leaking from his neck as his body went still. A minute ticked by before a figure formed in front of Giorno, Coco Jumbo in its arms.

"I will leave the newbies corpse here. As planned, I've quietly captured Trish."

Baby Face, a Stand with almost a will of its own. With a humanoid form, the Stand had a round head with spikes cresting the top, it's midsection was segmented like the cubes it created when it disassembled objects. Its eyes were yellow, resembling headlights and its body was plated and smooth like armor.

The Stand hopped on the motorcycle it had arrived on, revving the engine as it prepared for its departure.

"I'm heading back to the train you're on now, Melone." Baby Face said

*Fwhooooo*

Baby Face frowned as a whistling sound echoed. He looked over his shoulder to see Giorno sitting up, hand held up with two fingers in his mouth, having just performed a whistle.

"You don't need vocal cords to whistle…."

Baby Face frowned rather confused as he looked at the blonde gangster.

*Caaaaw*

A screech from overhead caused Baby Face to quickly look up just as something divided bomb it. The Stand let out a cry as claws raked across the top of its head causing it to drop Coco Jumbo.

The bird swooped down turning into Fiamma, snatching Coco Jumbo midair. The moment her feet hit the ground, Fiamma did a series of backhand springs putting distance between herself and Baby Face.

"Melone, the other newbie is here. She has taken Trish."

"She? Ah, that's right the newbie was a woman." A delightful perverse smirk came to the Stand user's lips. "I wonder what kind of mother she would have made? Get rid of her and retrieve Trish."

Fiamma landed by Giorno's in a crouched position one leg out and one hand on the ground, with Coco Jumbo, tucked under her arm. She was glaring at Baby Face a slight growl coming from her mouth showcasing her sharp canines.

"Reconstructing humans into objects. Your ability gave me an excellent hint. Your ability is similar to my Gold Experience."

Despite his foot still bleeding Giorno stood strong a hand over his throat.

"They're very much alike in the way that they both recreate something. Due to the hint you gave me, and almost being killed, it would appear…"

Giorno lowered his hand revealing the holes that was once in his throat was now patched up with new flesh.

"-that I've grown a little."

"M-Melone, did you hear that? I totally forgot earlier, but now I know the newbie's Stand ability." Baby Face said

Giorno pulled the ladybug brooch off his outfit and with the use of Gold Experience he turned it into the missing piece Baby Face hand removed from his face.

"His button has become an eye! In his hand! It became an eyeball! He inserted the eye into his face! He did the same with his throat and leg! His ability is to create life! He created his own parts! His ability is the exact opposite of mine!" Baby Face cried

Baby Face revved the engine of the motorcycle about to take off.

"You're not getting away! Gold Experience!"

Gold Experience attacked Baby Face, but the enemy Stand segmented its leg and arm to avoid the attack.

"A-Are you listening, Melone?"

Baby Face tried to move, but something snagged its foot. Vines started to grow out of the motorcycle and embedded themselves into Baby Face's foot.

"He made parts of the motorcycle into roots! I can't separate them! I have to get rid of the parts that are stuck! I need to get rid of the parts!"

Baby Face completely deconstructed itself, vanishing as the motorcycle fell to the ground.

"Did it turn into a rock again?" Giorno said

Fiamma looked around the motorcycle trying to spot the Stand. It needed to be dealt with, or it would just keep attacking until it killed them. Gasoline was leaking out the tank of the motorcycle quickly spreading across the ground.

"Fiamma, can you spot it?" Giorno asked

Fiamma shook her head no.

She turned to walk back over to Giorno, with her back turned, the gasoline started to move and out came Baby Face.

"Fiamma!"

Fiamma jumped out of the way and Giorno slid in front, Gold Experience meeting Baby Face's punch with his own, and as their fist struck Gold Experience's arm was sent clean off.

"It was only a bit, but how dare you freak me out, you bastard?! Now I'm gonna rip your head off than yours-"

"I've learned a lot from your ability to turn humans into objects. I'm not sure if this is fate or if our Stands were attracted to each other due to their similarities that we met. But because of you, my Gold Experience was able to grow." Giorno said

Baby Face started to look around the area noticing something was missing.

"Wh-Where did it go?" He directed his question to both Fiamma and Giorno. "I just tore off your wrist. Where did it go?"

"Tore it off? That's incorrect. I intentionally let it go. I'd like to give you a little advice. You should probably use your hand to defend yourself rather than attack," Giorno said

"D-Don't you dare underestimate me! Take this!"

Baby Face moved to attack, but it had to stop as something moved under its arm bulging and throbbing under the Stand's skin.

"What?!"

Whatever was in the Stand's arm moved quickly up making its way to the Stand's shoulder.

"The hand that I let go of has already become another living creature and invaded your body," Giorno said

The movement under Baby Face's skin briefly paused before the skin of its back bulged and a creature broke free. Baby Face let out a pained cry as a piranha bust from its back.

"As you can see, it turned into a piranha!"

Baby Face fell to the ground screaming and crying.

"Piranhas. Pretty ravenous creatures. A group of them can strip a man of its flesh in about five minutes. But one for you will be enough," Fiamma said

"There's a huge hole that goes all the way to its head, and it can still move?" Giorno said

"Well it's not a person or an animal," Fiamma commented

"Why do I have to go through this damn it! The pain in my heart! You're both going to make up for this by dying in disgrace. I'll see to that!" Baby Face said

"If Bucciarati and Trish won't turn back to normal unless you're destroyed then I'll do it! You're not going away. Next, I'll go for your head!"

"Go ahead and try it dickhead!" Baby Face reeled back its fist going for Giorno. "Bastard."

Giorno easily sidestepped the punch. "You got me three times already. I know the range of your attacks!"

Baby Face growled, narrowing its eyes. The Stand raised its arm extending it a few inches before bringing it down striking Giorno across the chest.

Giorno gasped, stepping back, hand pressed against his new wound. "That bastard's range just grew!"

Baby Face's body started to jerk and spasm before it grew taller. Its body maturing as it took on a more muscular form.

"Simple. I'm going to kill this bastard exactly how I want to kill him!" Baby Face said

"Bring it back, Gold Experience!"

"Die!"

The hand that was once a piranha flew back attaching itself to Gold Experience's wrist just in time to punch Baby Face in the head.

"Muda!"

"A direct hit."

There was a brief pause before Baby Face deconstructed its face shifting its body around so Gold Experience was striking his hand rather than its head.

"You should get your eyes checked. You didn't hit my head!" Baby Face grasped Gold Experience's fist with his own hand in a tight grip. "I've won! This is the end!"

"I told you, it's useless," Giorno said

Baby Face attempted to attack but the Stand suddenly froze. It collapsed on the ground, it's arm twitching before something started to bulge underneath the skin.

"W-What the hell!?"

"Look again. The hand that Gold Experience brought back wasn't its own."

A foot away laid the dismembered hand of Gold Experience.

"It's the bike. I gave the bike life and had it return to us as a hand."

"Waaaahhh!"

Baby Face screamed as the bike turned back into its original form exploding out of the Stand's body.

"You just took that bike into your body, as a part of you," Giorno said

"This is nothing. I'll just split apart and get away aga-"

"Think again. There's gasoline in bikes." Giorno said

The flammable fluid started to seep out of every crevice of Baby Face, drenching the Stand in the highly explosive liquid.

"I'm pretty sure I can cause a big enough explosion to keep you from splitting apart in time to escape," Giorno said

One of the bike spark plugs protruding from Baby Face's back started to emit an electrical discharge. Fiamma wrapped an arm around Giorno's waist jumping back.

"What!?"

*BOOOOM*

A loud cry echoed out as Baby Face exploded engulfed in raging flames. It took little time before the Stand was completely consumed by the inferno.

"Looks like doing what you wanted was useless in the end."

Here we go!

Mista - 35

OC - 24