As Illumi stepped into the mansion besides his mother, his eyes had been averted to the wall in front of them. An eerie silence rumbled through Kikyo, it was confusing Illumi. Was she waiting for an apology from him? He glanced to her direction for a quick moment, then to the wall. Illumi bit back a small sigh as he began speaking, "Mother, I -" A harsh slap stung against the male's face in the middle of his sentence. "Are you out of your mind, Illumi?! I had no clue where you were! Imagine if your father had found you before I did!" Illumi stayed silent while she continued, Illumi's dull expression pointed to her face.
Her wailing was starting to annoy him, her screeching was hurting his ears. "You can't run away like that again! We thought you wouldn't come back!" 8:24 AM, here Illumi had stood on the large stairwell, facing his mother. It was tiring being scolded by Kikyo, her voice rang through Illumi's ears like nails on a chalkboard. Her screaming could go on for hours, endless ringing through his ears, nodding, and non-stop "Yes, mother"'s from the eldest. They never considered to apologize to Illumi after, he usually a mission from his father an hour or so later. It had became apart of the assassin's daily routine, kill a target, get his money, come home, eat, and repeat until the next day had began. "Yes, mother." Illumi nodded as he walked passed her, heading to his room.
Illumi's room was always a bit boring in comparison to his brothers and sister's, only a medium sized bed, two large mirrors on a desk, and a window with lanterns hanging around it. The room was always quiet, just how he liked it; it was a cozy comfort within the large mansion. Of course, he wasn't in the small comfort for too long on a normal day, unlike Milluki, his work was made to be out and about around each continent that he was stationed in around that time. Though, Illumi could admit it hadn't been a pleasant feeling being so far from home, he had to abide by the home's rooms just as how he was trained to since his youth. What he had been working for is exactly what he'll succeed in in the future. He wouldn't let a soul barge in the way of that either, he was a trained and marked assassin of the Zoldyck family, always that, always will be that with no change either. He had built his own empire by himself, whether he wanted to involve certain people in it will remain confidential.
The slowing pressure of his mother had faded by the time he clicked the lock on his door, finally, he somewhat relaxed enough to breathe. When he slowly walked towards the desk, he pulled out the bench with it and sat himself ontop of it. Illumi's dulled eyes stayed glued to his lap for a moment as he took a deep breath, "This is fine.." He rasped to himself, raising his gaze to the mirror. The assassin reached for his brush and began running it through his locks, watching the tiny details of his mirror, to his walls, to his ceiling, even to his shirt, then to his face; a sudden cold chill ran down his spine. Tingles of numbness filled his fingertips as he dropped his brush, letting it make a quiet thud on the wooden floors. His gaze went from the brush on the ground, back to where his reflection was supposed to be; his eyes fell to his hands again, slowly twitching them from side to side, before glancing up to his face? He couldn't see himself anymore, the mirror had gone dull, grey even, no show of anything from the bedroom, not even him. Illumi still sat blank faced as his mind raced with bittered thoughts. Hisoka couldn't have been right. There wasn't anything he could prove to that.
Illumi hadn't moved for what seemed like hours, days even. In a collection of mindless thoughts, light sputters and whispers to himself, and deep inhales, Illumi had grown tired of sitting down and not addressing the hidden elephant in the room. "Hisoka." He finally muttered as long nails slipped through his hair, "Oh, darling, Must I be sneakier next time?" The red-head cooed into Illumi's left ear. Hisoka knew it was discourteous and unsafe for him to be inside, it put both of them at risk for who-knows-what from Silva and Kikyou. "You're still here." The younger announed. as he glanced towards the mirror, "We've discussed this, you aren't -" Illumi stopped his sentence, he knew Hisoka knew better; he knew Hisoka knew better than the stuff he does already. It was a small surprise to see Hisoka, small. Though they had seen eachother 3 hours prior, Illumi couldn't help but feel the atomic sensation of adrenaline rush through his bones when Hisoka had been with him. Illumi despised that feeling, the random wave of warmth in his stomach, the one that made him forget where he was for a good hour. He was a mess dealing with an even larger one, he could admit that, he was sure Hisoka could say the same. He knew Hisoka didn't love him, he knew he didn't love Hisoka back. Even still, Hisoka had still pressed his lips against his with no thought or remorse, and Illumi couldn't bring himself to pul away.
Illumi inhaled his smell, it filled his brain smoothly; that disgustingly sweet smell of cherries and warm vanilla. It put the assassin in a small daze, surprisingly. He didn't even protest when Hisoka's teeth had scraped the bottom of his lip or when he started to lick his top lip, Illumi couldn't even protest when Hisoka had cupped his cheek. All he had been stuck on was that Hisoka was here, again. The magician most-likely never left the property in the first place, that was the weirdest part to him. Did Hisoka enjoy pushing Illumi over the edge as much as he did? It was overwhelming to say the least, soon enough, he was pulled out of his thoughts as Hisoka's lips moved away from Illumi's. Illumi sighed, lifting himself to his feet. Hisoka on other hand had stayed completely still, he'd been watching all of his movements. "Your hair's still wet, darling." The red-head buzzed, "You'll get sick if you let it be." Illumi stared deep into Hisoka's golden hues, silence rang heavy between them. As Illumi took a light breath, "It'll dry overtime." The male responded dryly, he could feel Hisoka's aura fight his; it was aggravating him that he'd even show up here like this again.
Illumi had known he didn't care about his hair, he wasn't stupid. He knew Hisoka.
Dealing with Hisoka could result in injuries, fighting, and earning a criminal record. He himself was a dangerous being, he hunts down those who feel are ripe. He craves death, he craves to be taken down by whoever's worthy of it. Illumi had imagined in depth on the ways he could kill Hisoka right here, though, he'd be sure the red-head wouldn't exactly enjoy it, but it'd get the job done. Hisoka leaned closer into Illumi's ear, "I need a favor.." Illumi hummed out an acknowledgement as Hisoka kept speaking. "I need you to come with me to Yorknew City for a bit, consider it a side mission, my Illu." Hisoka slowly brought his hand to Illumi's cheek, slowly stroking it with his nails. Illumi's curiosity took over for a quick moment, "What do you need to do?" Illumi questioned. Hisoka only chuckled, "It's a surprise." Illumi interested Hisoka to say the least, each part of his body got curious to explore everything about the other in front of him. "Fine." The man let out a sigh as Hisoka's expression lit up
Hisoka loved to watch certain things about Illumi, he was truly an interesting thing. He did.. Questionable things, like sleep in the ground or randomly zone out during unimportant subjects. Hisoka would watch Illumi stare at walls for hours if he could; the way Illumi went into thought about whatever ran through his head was entertaining. Illumi was interesting in general, Hisoka truly questioned how he stayed so dedicated to the family name, heir or not. Though, he could admit he wasn't too fond of Silva and Kikyo, he'd enjoy fighting them in the future if Illumi ever gave him permission to. He was sure he wouldn't though, Illumi claims he loves his family and everything about them. There wasn't a thing he wouldn't do to serve mommy and daddy dearest themselves. "Illu.." Hisoka began as Illumi walked past him. "Can I have a kiss?" He asked, playfully puckering his lips up to the other. "No." Illumi shot down immediately as he went to his window. "But, you kissed me earlier, surely that means something." He dragged on, Illumi only waved him off quickly. "That was to get you to leave me alone," He denied, "Stop speaking like we're romantically together. We're not, you're aware of this."
Hisoka couldn't help but stifle a laugh, Illumi's defensive side took over him so quickly, it was a hoot watching him make up excuses or deny his actions in a matter of seconds. "We're leaving tonight." Hisoka announced, "Since it's such a long ride there." Illumi nodded in response. "Will you tell me when we arrive?" Hisoka shook his head, "You'll know." Illumi sighed and complied with another nod. "Right, now how l -" Illumi froze when he heard the familiar screech of Kikyo. "Illumi! Illumi! Are you here?" She yelled out as she approached his door, right, maximum security. "Let me in!" Illumi stood, "Mother, i'm discussing a mission with a client, come back later please." Kikyo exhaled, "Oh, great. We'd felt such a powerful aura, we were sure something happened." Illumi glanced to Hisoka, that had been watching with a smirk. "I'm fine, i'll be gone tonight." Kikyo smiled, "Stay safe! We need you, darling!" Hisoka snorted lightly at that as he plopped himself down on Illumi's bed. Illumi listened as she walked away, shaking his head. "So, ready to pack?" Hisoka chuckled