My monkeywipe! He is so heavy. God I almost had few of my bones bend while carrying his unconscious body to my apartment.

After putting him on the sofa in the living room, I went into my room for the first aid kit to wrap his bloodied head. Piper is already deep asleep so I managed the stranger all by myself.

The stranger person is hurt but damn it looks like he is hurt from doing something thrilling.

I cleaned his wound, applied medicine and wrapped it neatly before talking three colorful marker pen and drawing some butterflies and flowers on it.

"What are you doing?" I heard a nimble voice coming from beneath me. I looked down to see that his eyes are now open and he has a smile on his face.

Many said that a single touch from me has washed away their pain, I guess it is true. He is hurt but with just touching him, he is smiling widely like a buffalo in a chewing gum advertisement.

I smiled back at him and checked him closely to see that he has dark circles around his eyes and his face has little hair on his chin. He looks good but also looks like he had not eaten anything from several days.

"Where are you employed?" I asked as I made him sit and unbuttoned his shirt. Pulling his shirt down, I saw that the line of his bones are seen and it felt so hard. "Do you even have meat on your body? How can your skin and bones hug each other?"

The stranger man cleared his throat and looked at me with half moon eyes. Is he long sighted? Why is he looking at me with half closed eyes and why is there water coming out of his mouth?

"You like it?" He asked me staring at me weirdly.

Like it? People do have strange qualifications for like. He looked so frail and most importantly, where is the meat on his body?

I poked his chest here and there and tested to see if I can find anywhere fluffy and thick but all I could touch is bones covered with thin layer of skin.

Surely he had nothing to eat from past many days if not for months and he need not tell me that he has no job.

He clearly looked too free.

"It is hard." I stated standing up. In a tray, I brought some food for him to eat so he could put on some innocent weight. He took it from my hand and ate it in mere one minute which made me feel proud of my cooking skills.

I found my liking for cooking after I watched an old show of hell where people who sinned were steamed and fried. From then on, I found interest in cooking.

But nothing can beat the Unofficial Masterchef of the hell.

"Thank you. I am Ale, by the way. What might be the beautiful's name?" Ale? As in the old English term for alcohol? How wonderful!

I want to have a beverage name too. It sounds cool. Maybe, soda, cider or soft drinks like cola?

"You can call me Bambina. It is nice meeting you Mr. Alcohol." I shook his hand as I introduced myself. "How did you get hurt on your head?"

Mr. Alcohol sighed and shook his head as he gave me a pitiful expression. "I was just standing on the roadside and a person who saw me did not like that I was standing there doing nothing so he hit me on the head."

Huh? So people cannot accept a jobless person standing on the road freely too?

How rude!

"You must have been gone through so much with no job and food to eat. Do you have a shelter?" I asked feeling very bad for him. He scrunched his nose and raised an eyebrow as he gaped at me.

If I did not stumble upon him then no one would have even treated his wound. Poor boy, he must be going through so much.

"No job and food?" He asked me slowly and bobbed his head furiously. "Yes, right. I had nowhere to go and nothing to do. I just stay in shadows." He said and pulled me into his arms.

Aww, he is sad and had no shoulder to lean on to.

I hugged him tightly like he did and patted his back in an encouraging manner. Should I give him a job?

I can pay him a little every month from my pocket money but what job can I give him?

He looks like he cannot do a good job in many things but the poor boy needs a job too. How kind of me to even feel like crying for a stranger like Alcohol.

"Don't worry Alcohol, stay here for the night and rest and I will think of something to keep you busy. What type of jobs can you do?" I asked as I gave him a glass of fresh juice and assumed back the encouraging hug from before.

"I can go out with you, shop with you, walk with you, have coffee with you, have lunch and dinner with you, can go Park with you. I can also stay put whenever you embrace me." He said astonishing me.

I thought he cannot do much but seems like he can do many things than I thought. No wonder he looked somewhat like an experienced office worker despite his shabby looks.

"Now that you said, I think I know what you can do. Sleep on the sofa for tonight and we will talk about your employment tomorrow." He nodded and lied back on the sofa.

I got him an extra blanket and covered him, walking back to my room to sleep. All I need now is a good plan for Alcohol.

He is a nice man with kind heart and innocence is filled in every pore of his body. The lack of meat on his body is replaced by his innocence and kindness.

No wonder he is jobless. Good people these days are quite pitiful.

"F**king Bastard, you can't even catch the man that is beaten to pulp? " I whisper yelled on the phone making sure no one heard me.

The beautiful sleeping in her room shouldn't hear this especially.

"I think we have a mole, boss. No one knows how you look and you are practically called shadow, boss. But seeing how Ruiz is saved tells us that the mole knows how you look." I heard making me mull over what he mentioned.

I have to agree with whatever he said because being called a shadow only a handful of people know what I look like, what the famous shadow looks like.

"Investigate about it and report it back fast. Also tell everyone that Shadow is hurt badly and is in coma." I ordered weaving a trap for the mole.

Killing is too boring; the mole deserves my attention and my tools. I should honor the spy with everything I have.

Cutting the call, I returned back to thinking about the beautiful girl for whom I fell for on the first sight.

Good Lord, the girl is too innocent. It is just a small wound, how can she think that a small wound like such can make me unconscious enough for my lips to fall on her, accidently?

The first time I saw her few hours ago in her night suit in the grocery store, God; she is just so beautiful and bright.

It is like there is a light inside her that pulls me to her like a moth. Not to forget the way she thinks; undoubtedly, her innocence is the key here. She thought I had no food to eat and no job. The moment I heard it, I felt like laughing out loud for the first time in my life. What more made me want to crack up was she actually gave a thought on what I said I am capable of.

Such a doll she is!

I walked into her room stealthily and found her sprawled on her bed pretty much invested in her deep sleep. While making sure she doesn't wake up, I slowly laid beside her and wrapped an arm around her as I pulled her in my arms.

I drank in her features and when I say I saw glitters goddess-ness on her face, then believe me I saw those sparkles.

Such smooth skin, soft features, smart words and clever thoughts; she is just perfect.

Everything is perfect about her.

Never had I thought that a person like me who is ruthless, cruel and dangerous will fall for a girl on first sight and become putty in her hands.

Curse her charms!

I hardly saw a girl with beauty and brains but here, Bambina mine is beauty with brains and innocence.

With the girl like her in my arms, how can one sleep peacefully? How can one even find sleep at all?

All I want to do now is kiss her breathless and hug her to me like my second skin.