A/N: Ok, I just want to point out that I have nothing against the whole "emo" group, nor the Zoldyck family. It's just really easy to poke fun at them both. .;

Extra Story #2

Your Son is Emo!

Illumi walked into the Zoldyck mansion. He was wearing all black and a black wristband with spikes on it, had black eyeliner on, and his hair was swept over one eye. He had a dysfunctional glare on his face; it was the kind of glare that said, "The world sucks, and it bugs me." And yet at the same time, he seemed vaguely dazed.

Kikyou walked down the stairs to greet her son, and froze. She took a few moments to take his entire ensemble in. She blinked a few times in shock. Then she bolted to the stairs.

"SILVA! YOUR SON IS EMO!" she shouted up the many flights, her voice carrying up to the top floors and therefore Silva's room.

"What?"

"YOU SON IS EMO!"

"Killua?"

"No! The other one!"

"Milluki?"

"No! The other other one!"

"Kalluto?"

"No! The other other other one!"

There was a pause. "Alluka's been dead for years!"

"No, not that one!"

"Illumi?"

Five seconds after that realization, Silva was down the stairs, in Illumi's face, grasping his shoulders.

"Illumi, you don't need to be emo to express your individuality!"

Illumi, now much more than vaguely dazed, shook his head, trying to wrap his mind around the assumptions that were being made. "Wha? Dad, I'm n-"

"Listen, Illumi. This is not a road you want to go down! I've gone down this road before, and it's not a pretty road. It leads to bad '80's hair bands. Illumi, there are other ways to get atten-" Before he could get the "tion" out of his mouth, Illumi had held up his hand, obviously wishing for silence.

He sighed. "Look, dad. I am not emo."

Silva shook his head. "Son, you don't need to deny anything. I understa-"

"Dad! I am not emo!"

Kikyou stepped forward. "Then how do you explain your clothing, and your hair, and your make up?"

Illumi rolled his eyes. "Look, I just got back from a job, and I needed to be stealthy. So, I wore all black. The eyeliner is left over from a part of the job that I needed to be in disguise for. The armband is this new weapon-thing that you gave me to try out. And as for the hair, I'm just having a bad hair day, okay! It happens to everyone!" The bad hair day seemed to be a sensitive topic for Illumi, because he finished his speech rather snappishly. He took a deep breath, and counted to ten. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I want a shower, some conditioner, and a nice long nap." With that, he stalked off.

Kikyou sighed. "Well, I suppose that crisis is over."

Just then, Milluki walked in wearing a black Evanescence T-shirt, black pants with chains, and multiple black spiky armbands, none of which seemed to fit him well. He was wearing black eyeliner and nail polish, and his hair was spiked up in a pseudo-Mohawk.

Silva gasped in shock. Kikyou screamed and fainted dead away.