SmugglerEllie

“How could this have happen?” “Can you believe it? All of her memories are gone.” “Poor thing, she is so young.” “Yes. Such young age... she’s also married and pregnant.” “How unfortunate...” Two young nurses flinched as they hear the throat clearing sound. Haruno Sakura, the apprentice and second assistant of Tsunade-sama was looking at them with stern looks. Nurses apologetically bowed their heads and returned to their respective tasks. Sakura sighed and take a look at the file. It was hers. After scribbling some note down the writing pad, she took a deep breath and enter

 -The “Famiglia” Inn, February 27th When Ellie first noticed the noises it was getting close to midnight. It was a muffled sound, coming from downstairs. She silently closed the book and stood up, concentrating the source of the sound. Several members of the Famiglia were out of town for assignments or their personal business. Since Engineer was away, the Smuggler had closed the workshop temporarily and returned the Inn, staying there for a couple of days. Then she heard it again. It was a metallic voice but rather than clashing or lock picking it sounded like something fell down or hit. According the echoing she could tell

 Venezia, 3 years ago "I GOT YOU!" Valentina screamed while desperately trying to pull her up. But even herself knew that it was impossible. "It's no use sister, you have to let go. There's no other choice." Despite of the situation, Smuggler's voice was calm and controlled. "NO!" She protested as tears forming in her eyes. "Sorella per favore be reasonable. I'm too heavy for you to pull me up. My weight is pulling you down. You have no choice mia cara so please, let my hand go." "NO!!!" This time Dama Rosa protest was more fierce. "I'll pull you up, everything will be alright. I'm here. I'll never let yo-" "VALENTINA!" Her sister's lo

Who are you? Young woman in her late twenties asked to the image on the lighted-up vanity mirror. She had a slender figure with pale complexion. Her charcoal black, wavy hair was flowing behind her back and framing her pale oval face. Behind her long, black lashes, a pair of bluish grey eyes was looking at her with a haunting melancholia. She slowly let out an exasperated sigh and took a sip from her martini. As the alcohol burning her throat she had already began to shake off the gloomy air on her. Straightening her back, she slightly bent over the vanity table and began to work on her makeup. First, dark rings around her tired eyes di