A bit of an interesting change from canon in this fight. I hope you enjoy.

Passione had 756 members total. There was a certain number of them, unknown at the time, looking for a young woman Buccellati and his group had been tasked with looking after. To that end, Buccellati and his group relocated to an abandoned house at the edge of a vineyard. Part of their plan was to have Rarity pose as Trish, since they were the same age. Although the gang traitors had likely discerned Trish's appearance, they could play off the idea that she could have changed it to disappear. And Rarity had her own Stand that could fight off anyone who tried to take her.

They still needed groceries, so Narancia and Giorno were tasked with going on a shopping run. Narancia had his learner's permit so he would do the driving, but was given instructions to make sure no one would be following them. To be doubly sure, they would be switching cars after getting the groceries. To the best of their knowledge no one knew where Trish was, but it was best not to take chances in case someone was tracking her. "Are you sure your Stand can help fight?," Narancia asked as they got in the second car. "My Stand infuses objects with life energy," Giorno explained, "If it hits something already living, like a person, their senses become disconnected from their body."

"I can see why Rarity insisted you help me out," Narancia said, "I just don't like that Fugo keeps treating me like crap when he's a year younger than me. And he's the one who got me in this gang in the first place." "Abbacchio was certain your Stand could deal with any enemy who tries to ambush us," Giorno said, "What did he mean?" Narancia smiled. "If we get ambushed, you'll find out for yourself." He then stopped in front of the car and grimaced. "Something wrong?," Giorno asked.

"It's weird," Narancia said, "You'd think there'd be some indication that we were or weren't being followed. But it's been way too quiet." "Jeez you're taking your sweet time," a male voice said, "So, Narancia, where are you heading?" Giorno and Narancia took a step back from the car. Narancia ducked down and gasped when a person suddenly appeared and got in the car. "Who are you?," Giorno asked when he saw the guy. "Name's Formaggio," the man said, "I'm just another member of the gang, and I wanted to ask Buccellati some questions."

He pointed to Giorno. "You're the new guy, right? Giorno Giovanna, I think it was was? Yesterday Polpo died, and Buccellati and the rest of your group went off the radar. Now why would that be?" "That's our business," Giorno said, "It's got nothing to do with you." Formaggio smirked, and a small humanoid with a robotic look and sharp index fingers appeared, slicing both Giorno and Narancia. "It's disrespectful not to attend a capo's funeral!," he called out, "Do you know how much trouble the undertaker had trying to figure out how to cremate Polpo!?"

He then got punched in the mouth by Gold Experience. "We have our own reasons for not being there," Giorno said, "To ignore those reasons would be an even greater disrespect." Formaggio was stunned, his consciousness trying to attack Giorno in retaliation. "Oh wow, you weren't kidding," Narancia said, "Looks like he's a sitting duck for my Aerosmith!" A toy bomber appeared as Narancia focused. The Stand opened fire, knocking Formaggio out of the car. "Nice going...," Giorno said, "You just knocked him out of my Stand's range. Now he's back to normal, and he has confirmation that we're in charge of guarding the boss's daughter. Plus we don't even know what his Stand can do."

"Yeah, that was my bad," Narancia admitted, "It only tried to slash us, so doing damage wasn't its intention. Looks like we got no choice but to take this guy out. Fugo said we can't let anyone follow us back." Aerosmith flew around the car. "Luckily, my Stand doesn't look like a bomber for aesthetic reasons!" Formaggio shook his head as he saw Aerosmith fly over him, dropping a surface-to-air missile. "Shit!," he called out as he started to shrink down. "Did you get him?," Giorno asked. "I don't think so," Narancia said.

Formaggio breathed a sigh of relief. He had used his Stand, Little Feet, to shrink himself down and hide in Narancia's pocket. "Hey, Giorno," Narancia said, "Buccellati told me about that trick with the fly. Can you do it again?" "Only if he left something of himself behind," Giorno said, "But it looks like Gold Experience knocked a tooth out." Formaggio raised an eyebrow. 'What are they doing?' Giorno used Gold Experience on the tooth and changed it into a fly, Narancia raised an eyebrow as it started buzzing around him. "Did he somehow sneak into my clothes?," he wondered.

Formaggio was confused as to where the fly came from, and spotted the women's supplies. 'Hold on... I know they have a female in their group now, but if she wanted this stuff she'd go out and get it herself. There has to be a reason why the men in the group are buying it.' Meanwhile, Narancia pulled back his Stand when he noticed a crowd was gathering. "Hey, something's wrong," Giorno said, "It may just be me, but... I think this car is getting slightly taller."

"Taller?," Narancia said. He looked and realized Giorno was right. "Oh shit! We're shrinking! That bastard's Stand must have done this!" "This explains why the fly is buzzing around you," Giorno realized, "He used his Stand to shrink himself down. If we get too small, our Stands won't have the power to fight him." "We need to call the others, fast!," Narancia said. "No, not yet," Giorno said, "At our height, just getting to the phone would be a chore, letting alone dialing the phone. We need to take out Formaggio first, then we can let the others know."

Narancia looked at him. "So we can't use the phone?" "Even if we could somehow make it there," Giorno said, "I'm willing to bet he's already disabled all the phones in the area." 'I'm starting to see how Giorno got Buccellati's attention,' Formaggio thought, 'He has good intuition. I did indeed take the time to disable all the public phones. I'm sure before long they'll be repaired, but before that happens these two will already be taken care of.' "Then let's start by tracking Formaggio," Narancia agreed, "I have just the trick. Aerosmith!"

Formaggio heard the sound of the Stand, then Narancia saying, "Got him! The bastard's in my back pocket!" Formaggio gasped as a giant hand reached into the pocket he was hiding in. He then saw the face of Narancia looming over him. "Found you, you little shit!" He held Formaggio up as Aerosmith opened fire. Or at least, that's what it looked like, but Formaggio had managed to swap himself with his pen, which had the same color as his jacket. Narancia winced, since the pen was jammed through his hand.

"He must have shrunk himself again!," Giorno realized, "But if he had the pen on him, then he can reverse his Stand's power at will!" Formaggio was hanging off the side of a nearby street sign. "That was close. Little Feet's effect takes time to work, but reversing it can happen in an instant. The burst from the pen expanding back to normal was how I escaped. But how did they find out about where I was? They said the fly that was buzzing around was made by Giorno, but that only seemed to hover around my general location. They somehow knew the exact pocket I was in. Did I accidentally brush against Narancia?"

He shook his head. "No, he's too ignorant to realize his situation without Giorno around. Well, it doesn't matter anyway. I just have to hang out here and wait for them to finish shrinking. There's just over two minutes left before they reach their minimum height." He then spotted Aerosmith zeroing in on his location. "Impossible! I flew several meters away from him!" He dropped down and ran for it, Aerosmith following as it opened fire, eventually tagging him in the leg.

He ducked under the car, but the flying Stand still kept coming. "Shit! Little Feet!" Little Feet slashed at the tire, the air pressure launching Formaggio away from the car. He breathed a sigh of relief as he reached the storm drain. "That was close. It may be a toy bomber, but that's live ammo it's firing." He then gasped when he saw Aerosmith fly right over the drain he was hanging from. 'Damn... Firing bullets and bombs can't be the only thing that Stand does... It must have some other power that let's it track me down... Not sight or sound, that wouldn't explain how he found me when I was hiding in his pocket or after I slashed the tire.'

He then saw some rats in the nearby drainpipe. Up above, the duo was still shrinking. "We need to find him fast!," Giorno said. "I'm all over it," Narancia said, surprisingly calm, "I've already found him in the storm drain. Aerosmith!" Aerosmith bombed the drain as Formaggio dropped down, barely dodging the metal shrapnel from the drain. He hit the water, and noticed Aerosmith was still following him. "Little Feet!" Little Feet appeared and deflected as much of the onslaught as he could, but Formaggio still got nailed a couple times.

"This sucks ass!," Formaggio said, "Narancia's Stand is more than I can handle on my own! And I can't shrink any smaller or I'll be lunch meat for the rats and spiders that live down here!" He then saw some rats had been killed by the Stand. "Wait... Why would he kill those rats?" He then got a sudden burst of realization and held his breath. Sure enough, Aerosmith passed right over him and made to target a nearby rat instead. 'That's it! Aerosmith targets enemies by their breath! It must track using carbon dioxide, like a mosquito! That's how he was able to track me in his pocket! And why he didn't track me down when there were civilians around... He wanted to avoid hitting them by mistake!'

Sure enough, up above Narancia was looking into a targeting radar. "I think by now he's figured out how you're tracking him," Giorno noted, "There are plenty of rats in that sewer, it may have been them you killed." "Better them than humans," Narancia said, "He'll slip up soon. My eye has been sharp ever since Buccellati took me to get an eye infection treated." "When was this?," Giorno asked. "Before I joined the gang," Narancia said.

He explained how his mother died of an eye infection. How his father hated him and kids bullied him. His first friend turned out to be fake, suggesting he dye his hair then framing him for an assault he committed. During that time the police beat Narancia for not pleading guilty or even speaking, which was when his eye got infected. The fake friend told other kids about Narancia's mother and they thought he got it from her, making him an outcast until Fugo found him on the streets and took him to a restaurant where Buccellati was. When Narancia said he wanted to work for Buccellati, he exploded at him saying he shouldn't take things like that lightly.

"It was a different anger from my father or the police," Narancia said, "It felt more like he wanted me to make sure I was invested in this decision. There was a distinct feeling of concern in his anger. So I eventually tracked down Polpo and passed his test. That's when I got Aerosmith." He smirked. "Well well, looks like one of those blips on my radar is getting bigger. Another rat no doubt, but the larger blip means its breathing harder. That can only mean one thing." Aerosmith opened fire, but the blip just got larger. "Not good!," Giorno said, "We've shrunk too much! You likely damaged him real good, but Aerosmith is too small to kill him!"

Formaggio appeared and stepped on the two of them. "I've been put through the ringer because of you two. Now... Give me information on the boss's daughter!" "She's not involved with this gang!," Giorno pointed out, "You just want her because she might have information on the boss! But she's never even seen her father!" "Maybe not," Formaggio agreed, "But if he's willing to go this far to protect her, that means she has worth as a hostage, right?"

He picked the two of them up. "Your group has seven members, right? Ours does too. It used to have nine, but two of our members, Sorbet and Gelato, they were killed off by the boss. They always worked together, to the point where many of us wondered if they were a couple. In an effort to get more territory, they sought the boss's identity. We're a group that carries out assassinations, you see. But our only compensation is the boss's pay, despite the fact that our talents are worth so much more."

He sighed. "Well, one day we found Gelato's corpse on the sofa of his home. He'd asphyxiated on a piece of cloth. On his body, we found a note that just read, 'castigo', the word for punishment. Turns out Gelato had been found out by the boss. We were angered, but the worst was to come. We were sent a painting frame a few days later. In it was something unidentifiable. Over the next thirty-five days, we got more odd art pieces. Only after we got the last one did we realize... It was all that was left of Sorbet, cross-sectioned to death, and sent to us as warning."

His eyes closed. "It was after that we realized... Gelato had to have been captured at the same time, meaning he saw this. The cloth he choked on... Had been his gag. He had committed suicide in despair... After that we nearly gave up on finding the boss's identity, until we heard news that his daughter had surfaced. And we have no doubt she also has a Stand! That could be the clue we need! So tell me... Where is she!?" The two gangsters didn't speak a word.

Formaggio frowned, and got out a small glass container with a spider in it. He then placed it in a glass bottle. "This is just a regular spider, but it's venom can easily paralyze you at your height." "Aerosmith!," Narancia called out. The little bomber flew out and started firing, but Little Feet caught it. "Ah, ah," Formaggio said, "Even at your height it's possible for your Stand to kill this spider. But it'd be a pain to go into the sewers for another one." He dropped Narancia and Giorno into the bottle and corked it.

Giorno grinned. "Thanks for the tip that our Stands are still effective against this arachnid. Gold Experience!" Gold Experience appeared and struck the spider, stunning it. "Well that's too bad," Formaggio said, "If I can't use the spider to torture you, we're at an impasse." He grinned and held up a map. "Good thing I found this. If I follow the map backwards it should lead me right to your hideout. And you can't leave the bottle since you're too small to remove the cork.

Narancia grinned. "Actually, with the spider stunned we're probably safer in here. See, I wasn't aiming for you with Aerosmith. You realized my Stand can track things via carbon dioxide. But what you forgot is that it doesn't just track it on people's breath. I was actually aiming for the car I shot earlier, specifically the carbon dioxide from the gas fumes." Formaggio gasped as the car exploded, the flames reaching him and the map he held out, burning it up.

The cork also burned up enough to loosen, a good thing as Formaggio's shock caused him to lose focus, restoring Giorno and Narancia to their original height. "Guess we'll need to make an additional shopping run," Narancia said, "All our groceries were in that car." Formaggio was now in a blind rage. "She... She's in the vineyard! I'll kill you! Then I'll kill your friends! Little Feet!" Little Feet slashed Formaggio's wrist, the blood spray dousing the flames as he shrank.

"Damn it, we can't let him get away!," Narancia said, "But there's so much fire it's throwing off Aerosmith's radar!" "Then allow me," Giorno said, holding up the tooth from earlier, "Gold Experience!" The tooth changed into a fly again. "Have Aerosmith follow it, and bombard wherever it stops." Narancia grinned. "Oh yeah! He's not getting away this time!" "In that case," Formaggio said as he approached, "I'll stop running, and just kill you right here!" He had Little Feet go to attack, but Narancia was a step ahead. "VOLA VOLA VOLA VOLA VOLA VOLA VOLA VOLA VOLA! Volare via!"

Formaggio coughed up blood as he got peppered before Little Feet could even get close. "That's a shame... All this because of a shopping trip... But from here on out... It's only going to get worse for you..." "Maybe," Giorno said, "But don't forget you told us a great deal about how many we have to worry about. No doubt you thought we wouldn't live to tell the tale. Looks like you were wrong. Now we only have six more to worry about." Narancia grinned as he held out his arms like a runway for Aerosmith to land on, dispelling as it did. "And telling us that was a huge mistake."