Chariot felt to the ground, its arm separated from the body. Its hand was still clutching the arrow but its arm was a few feet away from Chariot's body.

"It's Bucciarati! He's ok! Y/n was right it's the boss's body but not his soul!"

Narancia shouted excitedly and Bruno looked at him.

"You sound and look like Y/n, but your words sound like Narancia."

You almost collapsed when he said your name. His voice.

Holy hell that voice. So deep, so smooth. Like Abbacchio's but... darker.

"Then you all."

Bruno looked at you, Abbachcio, Giorno, Mista, and Trish.

"I'm Giorno."

"Abbacchio."

Abbacchio spoke through gritted teeth, his nails were digging into his arms while he stood next to his body.

"Sadly I'm Trish."

Trish tried not to scoff and Mista deflated partially again.

"I'm Mista."

"Narancia is in Y/n's body-"

You didn't have to say it like that.

"-so Y/n is in Narancia's body. But where's Fugo."

Narancia giggled at what Bucciarati said and you looked down. Fugo was sitting by your feet.

"Oh, well-"

"Fugo's switched with a cat."

Abbacchio spoke shortly and Bruno was about to comment but didn't know what to say. It was hard to find a response to that information.

"Impressive Bucciarati, you've already figured out the situation."

Bruno looked at Polnareff, who you were still holding, and put two and two together.

"Your voice, you're the man we were supposed to meet."

Polnareff nodded and you kept looking at Polnareff.

Would it be weird if I pet him?

"Correct, my name is Jean Pierre Polnareff."

Yeah. That would be weird now that he's not exactly a turtle anymore.

"I was killed by Diavolo and my soul was transferred into this turtle, my body is dead but my soul is alive. I'm a ghost, and that was my stand, but the arrow turned it to Chariot Requiem and it has gone berserk. That is how all of our souls have been switched."

Bruno looked down at himself and then looked around in search of his body. As if Mista was reading his mind he spoke.

"He hasn't woken up yet. Number Seven is watching him and he hasn't moved an in-"

"Look!"

Giorno interrupted Mista and you looked at Chariot. It was standing up slowly.

"We need to get the arrow before it can get back to it!"

Mista shouted and Narancia hopped down from his post and watched Bruno reach out to grab the arrow. Sticky Fingers's arm came out of Bruno's and grabbed his neck, preventing him from taking hold of the arrow. Everyone's lips parted and eyes widened while Bruno struggled.

No matter how hard he tried Sticky Finger wouldn't let him touch the arrow and Requiem started running at Bruno. Before Chariot was slow and you could get ahead of it just by walking normally, but now it was racing like the flash.

"Take the arrow!"

Narancia yelled at him and Mista shot at Chariot before it could reach Bruno and do who knows what. Chariot stopped moving and Bruno backed away from the arrow. Sticky Fingers faded away now that he was no longer reaching for the arrow.

"What the hell just happened?!"

Mista looked at Polnareff.

"I'm not sure, this is the first I've seen of this..."

You glanced down at Polnareff before looking back at Chariot.

"Sticky Fingers stopped Bucciarati from grabbing the arrow, you said your goal was to keep the arrow away from everyone, I think it's made it so our stands prevent us from holding the arrow to use it."

You spoke your mind, thinking out loud but then looking at Mista. Your eyes widening partly and you saw something coming through the cement pillar.

"Mista look out!"

Bruno understood what you were saying and you all saw Number One on a bullet breaking through the cement and aiming for Mista's head. In a flash, Trish used Spice Girl to hit the bullet before it could hit Mista so the impact would soften greatly.

"Guys look."

The Sex Pistols had snapped Number One our of his murderous rage you looked to where Narancia pointed. Chariot had picked up its arm and fused it back to its body.

"All of our stands are powered up, but we can't touch the arrow or get close to it without our stand stopping us."

Giorno explained it simply and Narancia hopped down from his post to stand by you. You nodded and passed Polnareff to Narancia.

"He's getting up! He's getting up!"

Number Five shouted before flying away from Number Seven and hiding in Trish's hair.

Bruno's body started moving and you all hid in a place where you could see him but he couldn't see you.

"Shoot him."

Abbacchio did a double-take and looked at Bruno.

"That's your body and your telling Mista to shoot it?"

Bruno nodded and signaled for him to quiet down.

"Giorno can heal the bullet wounds later, we just need to make sure he can't move."

Bruno looked at Giorno who nodded and then looked at Mista.

"Do it."

Bruno's body was now fully standing and started to take a step until Mista shot him twice, once in the chest and once in his stomach. He fell back and you all waited, staying silent and unmoving.

"He's convulsing, he's not getting up anytime soon!"

Number Seven cheered happily and you smiled. It started small but turned to a wide smile that only got bigger after what Narancia said next.

"Nobody's coming to help him! No ones showing up on the radar!"

Narancia was just as happy as you, Mista was smiling too and so was Trish.

"I'm going to check on Fugo's body quickly. Fugo you stay with Giorno."

You handed Polnareff to Narancia who smiled at you brightly and Bruno nodded.

"Alright."

You walked out of the entryway and into the middle of the coliseum.

"I'll be right back."

With you -

You walked towards the burnt circle you made with Ocean Man's acid. Fugo's body wasn't there and you frowned. You looked around and clicked your tongue a few times to see if it would attract him.

"Guess Mista wasn't completely right after all. It was a temporary solution at least."

You muttered to yourself out loud while you walked, searching for blond hair and a green suit.

All we have to do now is get that arrow. Would Bruno become the next boss after this ends? Maybe I'll adopt the cat that's trapped in Fugo's body. I'm not a cat person or a dog person, but it's a stray cat after all. It'll need a home. I think it likes me too, at least somewhat.

"Find him yet?"

You heard Trish's voice and cupped your mouth.

"He's not in the circle anymore, but do you think once this is over I could keep him? He'll need a home after all and I wouldn't mind having a cat."

You smiled to yourself and spotted blond hair that wasn't quite golden.

"I don't see why you'd want a dirty, filthy, smelly, un-groomed cat when you could get a clean one from a pet store, but if you want it you can have it."

You heard Giorno's voice and started to walk toward Fugo's body that was on all fours. Smiling at what Abbacchio said.

I would have thought Abbacchio would be a cat person.

"Thanks, Abba, I think I'm going to keep him."

With everyone else -

"Time just skipped!"

"But how? He hasn't moved an inch!"

"He didn't bring out his stand either."

"Trish drop another bullet from my hand! There are four on the ground and I can't have that! Drop another one!"

There was a slight panic going around.

"Is it possible that who's ever over there isn't the boss?"

"That wouldn't make sense. You switched with Abbacchio, Trish switched with Mista, Narancia switched with Y/n, and Fugo switched with the stray cat! Bucciarati must have switched with Diavolo!"

There was a loud meow and Fugo's body came walking towards everyone on all fours. Everyone slowly turned to look at it.

"Where's Y/n?"

Mista spoke quietly and Narancia passed Trish the turtle so he could cup his hands.

"Y/n, Fugo's body is over here you can stop looking."

The cat walked towards Abbacchio and Abbachcio grabbed Fugo's wrist. The cat hissed but Abbacchio turned Fugo's hand so it was palm up.

"Giorno go find Y/n now!"

He shouted at his body, a rare expression of fear on his face and Giorno at him. He saw the same thing Abbacchio saw. Fugo's hand covered in blood, and you hadn't answered Narancia when he called for you.

"Come on Trish! Hurry up and drop another bullet! You have to! Please!"

Mista was still cupping the handful of bullets.

"It's bad luck! You have to do it before something bad happens come on!"

Fugo's body sat down next to Abbacchio who stood up and Giorno had run away, following a trail of handprints made from blood. Fugo, in the cat, slowly walked to his body and Bruno looked at Fugo's hand that Abbacchio was still holding.

"It's too late Mista..."

Abbacchio let go of Fugo's hand and stood up.

"Somethings already happened..."