Chapter 1: :)

That voice. It lingers in my faint memory, in the moments of my life.
That voice. It's as light as a feather. If possible, I would even become a dog so that I can follow it for the rest of my life.
This is the story of my life.
I'm a Japanese-Russian girl. When I was just 15 years old, that's when my family - consisting of my parents, two sisters and a dog, and me - moved from the remote countryside in Kitakyushu to Naples, Italy. When we first set foot in the boot-shaped country, I personally thought that nothing would change - except culturally - at all, and indeed it did. Our family is still the same, it is still my father who works for a shoemaking company, my mother at home as a housewife, and my two sisters looking for suitable jobs for themselves. I am still at the age of coming. school, so going to school is natural. But it's not even worth mentioning. 

One fine day, on my way to school, I passed an alley. In it, there are men fighting with each other, so like many normal people, I would pretend that I have not seen anything and continue to go to school. But, I didn't do that. In that crowd, I saw a white silk smeared with blood. For some reason, my footsteps stopped, and headed into that alley. I went straight in, to the amazement and astonishment of those tall men. The white silk I saw turned out to be a dress. A girl's dress, lying on a dying man. The lady showed a bit of surprise, then her face returned to normal with a smile that had a chill down my spine. Yet, in my mind at the time, I just found it strangely fascinating.
She raised her head and asked:
"Why didn't you leave?"
That voice blew me away. My heart beat fast, not sure if it was because I realized what situation I was in, or because of that person. I tried to stay calm, control my breathing. All eyes were on me, but I was only focused on the other girl.
"I... I don't know either... I'm sorry..."
I lowered my head, hoping they wouldn't look at me anymore, but still... "It's okay, I don't care either." She giggled, approached me and lifted my face.
She's so beautiful. Blue eyes like the sky shone down on the sea of ​​Naples, a wonderful blue light. Her hair smelled of roses, which was not an ordinary rose, but the rare roses. My face suddenly turned red. She was still looking at me with a small smile... "My name is Antoinita." - she still looked me straight in the eyes, her hand caressing my chin - "Can you help me clean up? I'll ignore you walking in here... so brave." She held out her hand, and a man in a black suit immediately gave her a pistol. Antoinita put the gun in my hand - a bewildered kid who still didn't understand what was going on. "You should point the gun at the guy lying on the ground. Aim for his head." She gently adjusted my trembling hands. What is happening? Why did I step in here? In the end, what happened to me?
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... Why are her hands so soft?
"That's right, you just have to aim at him - A traitor lying on the ground struggling. There's nothing to worry about. We're doing a good deed!" She whispered in my ear, and I... I pulled the trigger. Fresh blood shot out, flowing down the street. She stood behind me, stroking my face, my hands. I've just killed someone, and she's acting strangely. I wanted to scream but I couldn't.
"You did well! I'll reward you, whatever you want! Say what you want, anything I can give!"
I stuttered for a few minutes afterwards. After thinking for a long time, I made a decision.
"I have two requests."
"So what is that?"
"First, please help my family."
"That's too simple! Economy isn't an issue for me! What about your other request?" - She was still clinging to me from behind, pressing her chest against my back. To be honest, I felt very "smooth" at the time.
"Please let me follow you." I pulled away from her, turned and knelt on the ground, banging my head on the road.
"So..." she said again, lifting my chin again, "why do you want that?"

"I don't know why either. Just like how I don't understand why I chose to walk into this alley instead of going to school."
"Hmm..." She hummed for a while.
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"From now on, your name is 'Maria'." 'Maria'. The name isn't even my real name, and yet I love it more than anything else. That's how crazy I am. "From now on, your life is up to me." She looked at me again, smiled slightly, petting me like a puppy. If no one was looking at the moment, I would probably stick out my tongue and act like a real dog..
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God, I'm stupid. Who wants to work as a dog for a gangster boss.... I thought to myself, but that's how I am now. I fell to my knees, begging her to follow her, even for a split second I thought about licking her heels. I am so pathetic. But she just smiled faintly, not sure if it was because she was interested in me or out of pity, but she actually let me go. My parents are fine, after Antoinita's help, the family has stabilized a lot. They no longer have to worry about food and clothing for the rest of their lives: My two sisters got the jobs they wanted - I don't know if being a model is what they really want but I think is so. My father is no longer a simple worker, but a merchant in the harbor. Sometimes he goes a little away from home, but most of the time he still comes home to have dinner with his family. And my mother thanked her chirping, crying, unable to believe what had happened and is happening. Only, if she knew what I did... Well, it's best not to bring it up in front of the mother.
And I follow her. My family knows that, but where to go and what to do, no one knows. To be honest, I didn't expect much either, maybe I would have been somewhere not far, and then she would send someone to handle me quickly. That's the mentality of being ready, but she really took me to her house. Oh no, it's not the house, the headquarters is correct. The walk from the main house entrance took 10 minutes, and not counting the time I was chased around the garden by the Shepherds, and Antoinita just stood looking at me and laughing along with the others. But somehow, I finally made the others tired - myself too - and finally managed to get into her house. The mansion feels like it belongs to a king, not a girl... To be honest, I still don't know her age right now, but I guess she's probably ten years older than me.
The first thing she did was not introduce me to everyone in the mansion, but tell the servants to take me to the bathroom. Is my body that bad? I don't know either, or she just wanted to wash away the traces of what I did to her. The hands of those maids were soft too, but there was something about them that couldn't be compared to Antoinita's. Having said that, my face was still red involuntarily, because it was also the first time I was bathed by someone other than my sister or my mother. This scent... it reminded me of her scent. Turns out she does bath in real roses, not some cheap shower gel. I haven't finished loading my brain nor enjoying the moment, yet I'm dragged out of the bathtub again and forced to sit still. My grayish-blond black hair was neatly combed, not "let it be" as I usually do. The dress that they forced me to wear... somewhat made me feel a bit inappropriate for me, but I couldn't refuse, especially when they say...
"This outfit was chosen by Miss Antoinita herself!"

And I wore that suit every day after that.
That same night, the maids led me into a room at the end of the hallway. I naively thought that would be my bedroom, but I might not be naive anymore, just a blank sheet of paper compared to pure innocence. Opening the door, inside was Antoinita lying on the bed, reading a certain novel while waiting for me. Even in her pajamas she's so sexy, and I'm blushing involuntarily. She looked at me, and the servants pushed me forward, they backed away and slammed the door. This is beyond my imagination... "Come and lie next to me. It's okay, I won't hurt you." - she sneered. I used all my strength to calm myself, and walked slowly to the side of her bed. I lay gently on the right corner of the bed, and she was... just watching me.
"Maria, you don't have to be afraid of me, what have I done to you? Come on."
She stretched out her arms, waiting for me to come into her lap. And for some reason, I actually fell into her lap. I panicked in that brief moment. She smells so good, though they all bathe the same, there's something more attractive about her. I can't put my feelings into words, but... I'm so happy. She hugged me, pressed me against her… beautiful body.
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After that, I don't know what happened. Me and her, 'Maria Antoinita' - like some French queen, maybe that's why she called me Maria - became an 'atomic couple'. We have purged a lot of traitors, salesmen and spies. She gives orders, and I handle them. At first, I didn't pay much attention, but then the tail popped out. After 4 years of working as a loyal dog for her, I too have passed that beautiful schoolgirl age. Now I'm 19 years old.

The year is 1975. And perhaps I myself did not expect that this year will have so many bad luck. On a bitter cold day and night, she entered the room wearing only a thin cloth. I was very worried, partly because I was worried that she was cold, and partly because I was worried that she was already old, what is my destiny,

I probably won't be able to live anymore.

I jumped out of bed with the blanket, wrapping around her. "Why do you have to do that? Afraid that other people have bad intentions towards me?" She giggled. "No, I'm simply worried about you. I'm not jealous or anything." I wrapped the blanket around her, then picked her up like a princess. It was also my first time doing that. And maybe it was her first time being held like that—her face was as red as the first time I'd blushed my cheeks when I first saw, heard, and smelled her.

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"Then... I beg your pardon."
She turned her head away, maybe out of anger, maybe out of embarrassment, I don't know. We lay in bed, enjoying Champagne Krug 1928. Really, from a serious girl I am now drinking in bed with another girl. What have I turned to...
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On one occasion on our way to Rome, we chose to go in a Limousine. Even though I drove a lot of vehicles every day, I still felt a little queasy inside. She took my hand, looked into my eyes, as if caressing me, said, "You keep calm. I'm right here." This time, I don't know where I'm going because she didn't tell this story in advance. We played and teased each other on that Limousine, much more than in the past 4 years. We kissed.
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This time, we stopped in front of the Constitutional Court. In my head I immediately jumped numbers, "Constitutional Court?", "Does she want to marry me?!", "I'm not prepared for this!!!", etc. My brain was like that. We got out of the car, she got off first, but held out her hand and helped me down. That was another 'first' of mine. We walked up the stairs together. Each step is a step of my emotions. It's endlessly confusing. So many questions just kept popping up in my head, and she still took my hand and led me up to the main door. She suddenly stopped in front of the main door, and..
"Maria."
"Y-yeah?!"
"I have a question to ask you, would you be willing to answer?" She crouched low, lowering one leg. My head felt like it was going to explode.
"Yes!"
"So..." . . . Suddenly, I was pinned to the ground by two men. My emotions were once again confused.
"...are you willing to die for me?" She smiles. That cold smile. It was just like the first time I met her.
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I was sentenced to 3 months in prison and a death sentence. As for her, she won the hearts of the people by cleaning up the rebels. In these last days of my life, to be honest, I think I should just lie down and wait to die, anyway... She didn't even consider me a human in the first place. From the first shot, from the first day, she saw me as a tool. She seduced me. Made me crazy for her. I threw away my body, so I could be a dog by her side, and yet it turned out like this. I don't know if I feel sad or not. She is free from all charges, because I am the instrument. I'm the killer. I thought I was just a normal girl, but looking back, I realize I killed that weak man without hesitation or regret after shooting him. I remembered it wrong. I pulled the trigger myself, not her adjusting my hand.
The prison is so cramped, like my old room. The bed was filthy, no one cared to fix it. This outfit makes me feel suffocated. So this is what it feels like to lose the lives of the people I threw in prison. But, I don't really care about those things. What I'm confused about is why did she throw me in here? Why? Why does she have to do this to me? What did I do to upset her? She kissed me like about an hour before I was pinned on the cold floor. At that time, there was only one thing on my mind - revenge.
After 2 months of zero new information, I decided to do something stupid again.

I escaped from that prison, partly because the guards there didn't look after me at all, but if I did, I would have beaten those guys anyway. I ran off instinctively, back to Naples. I robbed an innocent woman's clothes. I stole food along the way without anyone noticing. The police could never find me, I've been trained like a dog after all. Fortunately, there are a few good people to give me a ride. I went from city to city and then back to Naples - back to that house. However, when I was about to enter, two muscular guys stopped me, saying that this was confiscated property. I don't care, I keep looking for her. My feet hurt, because I don't wear shoes or anything. My body is very tired, because I have never slept more than 4 hours a day since the day I escaped. Yet I still ran, perhaps because of my instinct to take revenge on that girl.
I found an abandoned 5-story building. I don't know why I came here. But I could already sense that she was here. Right now, I'm in a very critical situation. I haven't eaten anything for the past 2 weeks. I had a duel with a policeman and somehow miraculously won - though he was so weak. Other than that, I thought my leg was probably about to break.
I found her sitting on an old chair. The creaking sound made me deaf. I wanted to curse at her, but when I saw her, I couldn't. The girl in that white dress, still makes me ecstatic. My spirit is exhausted. But things can't go on like that. I approached her, and she just sat there, looking at me and smiling.
"Why.. Why are you doing this to me?" My voice trembled.
"I didn't meant to be a bad person. But you still don't seem to understand anything, little girl." She stroked my dirty cheek again. I want to push that hand away, but I'm exhausted, I can only hold onto it. Her hands are so soft, I still don't understand how she takes care of her skin.
"Then why did you put me on death trial? What was that question you asked me infront of the Constitutional Court?"
"You said you can do whatever you want for me. I want you dead. But it seems it's too late." Suddenly, her hand fell from my cheek.
"You... how are you..?" I got worried. An idiot like me is worried about someone who wants me dead.
"I wanted you dead, so you wouldn't have to continue being a dog - my dog. I expected you to be more... human, but you don't seem to realize it. After sending you to prison, I was also attacked by the politicians. They ruined me, and that was completely out of my plan. Now I'm empty-handed, nothing. At that time, I wished you were dead, so you wouldn't have to. see what I look like now." Her voice weakened.
"I... I'm sorry... It's because I don't understand... You want me to die right?! Then let me die! If I die, you'll live on right?!"
I screamed like a mad person.
Suddenly, she hugged me.
Whisper her last words in my ear.
Then she stood up, took my hand again, and led me away again.
I was in tears, sobbing. To this day, I still don't understand how I feel.
We went up the stairs again, to the terrace.
The policemen below have found me, and they're moving forward.
We stood at the edge of the terrace.
I'm so happy right now, I don't know why, but I'm happy.
Now, I have understood.

And then, the two of us jumped down into the sunset.
How short our lives are.
In a few seconds, I'll probably be dead.
Ah. Her last words were: "Thank you, to my everything."

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