I was once the 14th member of the Phantom Troupe. But now I guess you can say I'm now the Ex-#14.
When I was young, I remember I was apart of a clan called the Kurta Clan. However, we were attacked by the famous Phantom Troupe. Luckily I survived, b...
When I came out of the abandon city, all I saw was trees and more trees. I knew that it wouldn't take long for the troupe to realize that I'm gone, so I ran into the trees.
Chrollo's pov:
"Hey has anyone seen Y/n? We need to continue her examination." Shalnark said.
'She's not in her test? What could've happened?'
'Oh wait. That could've happened.'
I called Shalnark to help me find out something. "Hey Shalnark, can you check the file for Y/n's past memories. It's possible they've transferred back to her head."
"I suppose that's the reason." Shalnark looked at the file to see that it had disappeared.
"Ah so she ran away." I said
The other troupe members suggested and asked for us to go after her. 'But she has no other place to go does she? We'll wait for her to come back to her only option' I smirked.
-Time Skip-
Y/n's pov:
It took me about 3 days to make it out of the forest and onto the port where I boarded the ship. I didn't know where it was going but anywhere far from the base is the best option. I fell asleep in one of the hammocks hanging from the ship.
The boat shifted a bit and I fell out of the hammock landing hard on my arm.
"Owwww." I examined my arm. It was dislocated. 'Great' I sighed.
A old looking man woke up in quite a bad mood.
"WHO IS MAKING THAT LOUD NOISE?" he yelled.
I froze a bit. But then I remembered that I was a professional assassin, or I once was. Plus an ex-member of one of the most dangerous mafia's in the world.
'I shouldn't be afraid.'
In fact, I had the sudden urge to bother him more. I made a sinister grin.
'This is going to be fun'
-Time Skip-
"Awww that was no fun at all."
The same older man lay on the floor in a small puddle of blood. He looked up at me and I felt sympathetic. So I patch him up a bit even though he was terrified of me.
'I've changed.' I thought. I knew I was still like a member of the troupe, but I didn't know how to act like anything other from what I was taught. I became depressed. With my scythe in my right hand and half alert, I dozed off.
I woke up to the captain yelling. "Whale Island! Anyone getting off here better hurry!"
'Hmm Whale Island. It seems interesting and I doubt the troupe will think of looking for me here.'
I stepped off onto the boarding port and put away my scythe.
Remember, I'm wearing a shortish black skirt, a black top, and a chain hanging from my skirt. (Yes I know that this style might be a little weird for a 10 year old, but she was in the troupe. What do you expect?)
(Something like this)
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