Since this chapter is the body swap chapter, I have a system in place to avoid confusion.

Body a person was swapped into/person who got swapped.

So for example, if I write "Giorno/Narancia" that means it's Narancia in Giorno's body.

Speaking of body swaps, I had already written this chapter out days ago, and one of my regulars actually guessed one of the swaps I planned.

The mysterious new form of Silver Chariot picked up the arrow and placed it on the indentation, then continued walking as normal. Giorno soon woke up as a bee flew by his head. Trish, who was right next to him, also woke up. "Giorno?," she asked, "What happened?" Giorno looked around. "The sun's come up." He checked his watch and his eyes widened. "It's been around seven hours! I can't believe we were asleep that entire time!"

He then looked at his hands and saw they were bloody. "What? When did my hands get blood on them?" "Are we under attack?," Trish asked, "Where did they come from?" She immediately ran to get Coco Jumbo, and also grabbed Mista's gun along the way. "Giorno, get behind the walls! I don't know what happened, but you're a sitting duck out here!" "You heard her, Giorno!," Giorno called out, "Get somewhere and hide!" Trish looked at him, confused.

"Come to think of it," Giorno said, "Where is Giorno, anyway? And what made us all fall asleep? This is a little different from King Crimson's power." He looked around the walls. "Trish, do you see where Diavolo is? And where did you see Giorno?" "Uh... Right in front of me," Trish said, "And why are you calling me Trish?" She then looked down and gasped. "How did I get in a chick's body!?" She started feeling herself up in a panic. "Oh man! What's going on!? Why am I in Trish's body!? Giorno, what's happening!?"

"I already said I'm not Giorno," Giorno said. He then looked at his body. "Though I somehow wound up looking like him." They then saw Mista get up and look at Trish, the confusion evident. Narancia was also waking up, grabbing a nearby mirror after looking at his hands. Rarity and Fugo also got up and looked at each other, surprise on their faces. Just then, they heard Trish and Mista scream. "Trish!," Fugo called out, "What happened!?"

"I have no idea!," Mista called out. Fugo blinked. "Wait... I thought I called Trish's name?" "I think I know what's going here," Narancia said. He pointed to Fugo. "Rarity?" Fugo nodded in confusion. "G-Giorno?" "Yeah," Narancia/Giorno replied, "Whatever Polnareff did to his Stand, it caused all our souls to switch. Which means Narancia is probably in my body right now." "Who else got switched?," Rarity/Fugo asked. "Trish and Mista apparently," Fugo/Rarity replied.

"No, no, no, no, no!," Mista/Trish repeated, "What just happened!? Why am I not in my body anymore!?" Polnareff had gotten switched with Abbacchio, and approached the group. "This is more than I expected. I had no idea Silver Chariot's new power could go this far." "You didn't know this would happen?," Polnareff/Abbacchio asked. "The last time Silver Chariot got stabbed with that arrow," Abbacchio/Polnareff explained, "I got it out before it could get to this phase. Anyway, it looks like we switched with whoever was closest to us when we fell asleep."

"Suggesting the sleeping effect was to make the transition painless," Rarity/Fugo noted, watching with amusement as Trish and Mista got into an argument about Mista adjusting to Trish's manner of dress in some rather suggestive ways, while Trish was complaining about Mista's smell. "If you never got to this stage," Narancia/Giorno realized, "Then we don't know how to reverse this. More importantly, who was Diavolo closest to when he fell asleep?"

"And where is Diavolo's body right now?," Abbacchio/Polnareff asked. "I'll try and find out," Giorno/Narancia offered, "If our souls have switched, that means our Stands switched with them, right? Aerosmith!" He was able to summon Aerosmith like he thought, but it wound up going too fast to track. "Okay, that's new. And for some reason I'm feeling refreshed." Trish/Mista fired off a shot. "Whoa!," Une called out, "I'm not sure what's going on, but we're feeling supercharged!"

The shot easily blasted through six nearby iron bars. "Looks like Narancia's theory was accurate," Polnareff/Abbacchio noted, "But our Stands seems to be more powerful now." "That still doesn't help me," Abbacchio/Polnareff pointed out, "After all, it's my Stand causing all this." Giorno/Narancia finally got control of Aerosmith and started scanning around the Coliseum. "I'm not picking up any moving bodies. Just about everyone else is still sleeping."

"Hey," Fugo/Rarity said, "I just realized something. Buccellati hasn't joined us yet. In fact, his body is still lying over there, unconscious." "Yeah, but he's still breathing," Giorno/Narancia assured her. "That's what worries me," Fugo/Rarity pointed out, "If we're all sure who we swapped with, then who could Buccellati have swapped with? Because until I hear a talking turtle, I'm not trusting that still form." "I can't feel Father anymore," Mista/Trish pointed out, "But that may be because I'm in Mista's body."

"I dunno," Trish/Mista said, "I can't feel anything coming from anyone other than me." "I can say this much," came Diavolo's voice as he approached, "I doubt we'll be hearing any talking turtles." "Buccellati?," Narancia/Giorno asked cautiously. Sticky Fingers appeared near Diavolo, confirming that he did swap with Buccellati. "Polnareff," Rarity/Fugo said, "If this soul swapping has increased our power, can you stop Silver Chariot and reverse this?"

"I'm afraid not," Abbacchio/Polnareff said, "Even now Silver Chariot remains an independent Stand. But my spiritual strength has grown to the point where I understand what its power is." "How did you even discover this power?," Narancia/Giorno asked, "You seem to know a lot about it." "I found out by accident," Abbacchio/Polnareff explained, "One day while at home, my wife Malena accidentally knocked the arrow into a deep hole in the floor. There was no other choice but to use Silver Chariot to retrieve it."

He shrugged. "Normally when a Stand gets pierced by an arrow, all that happens is what usually happens when a Stand gets attacked, its user also feels that pain. This time was different. That particular arrow had a different purpose. Before my eyes, everyone in the village where I was living fell asleep. I realized that to whoever could control this power... Would go the right to dominate all souls! I retrieved the arrow from Silver Chariot before it could go berserk. This time I didn't have that chance."

He closed his eyes. "What's happening here is a manifestation of my will to keep that power away from Diavolo. Silver Chariot is doing so by creating confusion, swapping everyone's souls, and preventing any Stand from getting too close. Only by defeating Silver Chariot's shadow can we undo this." "But wouldn't that kill your Stand?," Narancia/Giorno asked. "Not necessarily," Abbacchio/Polnareff replied, "It would likely just go back to normal after a while, though it might need to recover for a bit first."

"What would happen if a Stand got too close to Silver Chariot?," Diavolo/Buccellati asked. Abbacchio/Polnareff closed his eyes. "Chariot... Or should I say Chariot Requiem... Would turn that Stand against the user. There is only one way to defeat it. We must find its shadow. One of us here has Chariot Requiem's shadow attached to it, in the form of a small ball of light. However, that would mean sacrificing that soul... Meaning our only way to stop this is making it so one soul can never return to its body..."

"This might explain why our Stands have powered up," Narancia/Giorno realized, "So Chariot Requiem can more effectively use them against us. And this is only a fragment of that power you spoke of." Just then, they heard the familiar sound of Buccellati. "What's going on? Boss... Boss what's happening? Damn it... Where's my phone?" The group turned and started in shock. Instead of acting like Diavolo, Buccellati's body was acting like someone else altogether.

"This can't be right...," Rarity/Fugo said, "Buccellati was with us when we swapped, and everyone else is accounted for." Just then, Fugo/Rarity felt something and shot out a crystal attack. The attack was aimed right for Mista's body, who dodged in what seemed to be a second. "Something's off!," she called out, "This new burst of energy let's me remember anything my crystals have touched and sense it's location, and I just felt King Crimson right inside Mista's body!"

Abbacchio/Polnareff then realized something. "That's right! When Diavolo showed himself earlier, he at first appeared to be that boy Doppio!" "I did just notice signs of a time skip!," Narancia/Giorno noted, "But if that's Doppio inside Buccellati's body, then that means..." "Split Personality Disorder," Rarity/Fugo realized, "This explains everything. Why no one's ever seen the boss. I've read that in extreme cases the different personalities can look completely different even within the same body, and can even be different ages."

"So this isn't really Diavolo's body!," Diavolo/Buccellati realized, "It's more accurate to call it Doppio's body!" "The incident with Diavolo's mother!," Fugo/Rarity realized, "Split Personality Disorder is typically caused by a severe shock during childhood! Diavolo must have split off at that moment, and eventually became dominate over Doppio!" "Only Doppio is bound by the swapped souls," Abbacchio/Polnareff realized, "But Diavolo might be able to piggyback to any other body he chooses. I don't know for sure, since I didn't anticipate this outcome. But he's definitely sharing a body with someone else."

Diavolo/Buccellati approached Buccellati/Doppio. "I'll handle him," he said, "Rarity, keep an eye on Trish's actions. The rest of you, go for the arrow." They all nodded and headed off. Buccellati/Doppio then spotted Diavolo/Buccellati. "Boss? No... Wait... Something's off... The boss never shows his face to anyone. Not even I have seen it." "Are you sure?," Diavolo/Buccellati said, getting out a small pocket mirror, "Because I think you know perfectly well what his face looks like." Buccellati/Doppio gasped as he looked at the image of himself as Buccellati.