A/N: Let's start this New Year off right with Hisoka and Illumi disgusting Kikyo with their love.


The parlor was heavy in its silence after the door had shut behind Illumi and his husband. Kikyo took in a deep breath, soothing her racing pulse and containing her heady bloodlust. Her white gloves bore holes on the tips from her sharpened fingers, but thankfully she had prevented any damage to be done to her skirts. The soft blue dress had been a gift from Silva last year from a trip to the Yorbian continent and it would be improper for her to destroy it in an ill-contained fit of anger, however righteous it might be. After waiting a few more minutes, to provide her son the illusion of privacy, she summoned Tsubone to her side. The tall butler arrived immediately and stood rigid at her side, a devoted and empty vessel for Kikyo's orders.

Just like Illumi was supposed to be.

"Go and keep an eye on my eldest." She ordered and Tsubone disappeared after a bow. Kikyo summoned another butler for a new pot of tea; green tea this time since the flavor of early grey was now tainted with the memory of that vulgar man's lips perching on the cup rim and his tenor voice humming at the taste.

Just as the fresh pot had arrived, Tsubone contacted her with a confirmed visual of Illumi and his husband in the woods surrounding the estate, heading west at just under 5 kilometers per hour. And while she was too far away for audio, the video feed through Tsubone's monocle was enough for Kikyo to be displeased. What essentially amounted to a stranger walking around in her son's body was moving at a slow meandering pace that obviously lacked any destination or desire to reach it. Her Illumi would have never participated in such a blatant waste of time. Would have never even entertained the notion. But now? Not only was he strolling through the grounds for no other reason than, frighteningly enough, pleasure. But he was doing it with another person?

And, as if it couldn't get any worse, Illumi was holding hands with that man. Kikyo's gut roiled, barely managing to not throw up through sheer pride alone. She settled her shaking hands into her lap and, unable to completely stop herself, listened grimly as her clawed fingers shredded her silken gloves. She muffled her failure at composure between the pleats of her bountiful skirt, keeping her hands tightly griped with her fingertips folded in, to keep the dress pristine.

Soon enough, Tsubone stalked closely enough for conversation to be picked up. But Kikyo wasn't sure if hearing such vulgar language spew from the two was worth it.

"I must say, I've always liked your home." The man said, his head canted up towards the treetops. "I never grew up around this much greenery."

"The trees were very useful when we first started to learn stalking. They provided lots of easy cover until we learned how to slip between larger openings."

"Did you ever climb them?" Kikyo found herself scoffing at the inquiry. As if that man was genuinely interested in such a banal topic.

"Of course." Illumi replied, like question had been sincere. "We had to learn how to scale buildings, so the trees were how we started."

"I'm not sure you have a single normal memory of childhood, Illu." The man said, his voice lilting almost like he was singing.

"Like you're one to talk."

The man laughed, the sound settling like an ice pick into Kikyo's ears. And the chilling splinter only twisted when Tsubone's gaze picked up the answering smile on Illumi's face.

"So how long are they going to follow us?" The man asked without changing pace.

"As long as we are outside of the house. But don't take it personally; they follow everyone on the grounds, even members of the family. They won't interfere though, just watch over us." Illumi explained, making Kikyo's skin itch over how readily he was offering family secrets to this man.

"Oho, I didn't know you were such an exhibitionist Illu~" The man teased with an indecent grin.

Illumi's grip on the man's hand tightened, but the man only laughed. And Kikyo could see why. Illumi was being far too feeble. It was almost like he wasn't even trying to break the man's fingers!

Tsubone followed them as they meandered through the estate, continuing vaguely west towards the setting sun until they reached the lake. Illumi stopped and sat, not releasing his hold on the man and consequently tugging him down to his side. Though the man didn't seem affected in the slightest by Illumi's maneuvering, if anything his grin curled into something even more satisfied.

In fact, the only objection that man seemed to have towards Illumi's decision was in their positioning, as he quickly adjusted himself to be sitting behind her son, entrapping him between long legs clothed in a shiny, white fabric. Illumi was nearly the same height as his husband, but Kikyo was displeased by how small her son appeared when encased by that man. Like he was trying to overpower her son by the breadth of his shoulders and the thick, corded muscles of his thighs.

Kikyo scowled, hoping Illumi wouldn't fall for such a petty attempt to establish dominance. Her blood pounded at the base of her skull, painful in its throbbing, as Illumi leaned back into the man's chest. Prayers that Illumi was merely lulling the other into a false sense of security echoed in her empty room as she watched her son, through Tsubone's monocle, allow the other man to place kisses along his neck. Sharp canines that could pierce skin. A strong jaw that could rip tendon. And Illumi was just letting such weaponry graze along his delicate pulse? How could her son, her pride and joy, the once heir to the Zoldyck family, tolerate this?

Her heart pounded against her ribs, its beat ricocheting up to her throat, as the man leaned back from her son's neck and raised his hands. Long, dexterous fingers flexed in the open air before plunging into Illumi's raven locks. He didn't so much as flinch as the man gathered his hair, scraping his fingernails against the nape of his neck, and began dividing it into three equal sections. Kikyo's blood surged with the slow, but consuming, heat of a viscous magma, as the man deftly wove his fingers through Illumi's hair with a level of experience that implied far too many years than Kikyo was comfortable estimating.

"Stop it," she hissed as the man neared completion. If Illumi allowed someone else to braid his hair, he'd forget to do it himself and forever be reliant on this atrocious man to do it for him.

But Illumi waited patiently as the braid was finished and didn't even stab the man as he placed a kiss on the back of his neck. Instead Illumi leaned back, resting his weight on the other man in a disgusting display of weakness that made Kikyo break the nearest table in frustration. Her untouched teacup shattered upon impact with the hardwood floors and she barely registered the butler darting down to clean the mess.

Never show your back to the enemy.

Never let your guard down.

Never rely on someone else.

Gone. All gone. All ruined by that despicable little piece of filth that Illumi had brought into their home!

That horrid man had destroyed all of her years of hard work.

And for that, he didn't deserve to live.


A/N: Roughly two more chapters planned but with no release schedule made (I mean, even if there was, it's not like I'd be able to adhere to it)