Hi, guys! How are you today?
First of all, thank you all for the kind comments I've received on the last chapter, I'm glad to know you were waiting for this story to come back from hiatus. Thank you all for the love and support!
Well, I'm happy to announce that Cataclysm is officially back!
However, some changes will be made. I will no longer be able to update the story twice a week, so I will post twice or once a month from now on. I do have many chapters ready for the future, but since I want to correct everything calmly and write new stuff I will need more time to do so or I won't be able to handle my private life properly. I hope you understand.
See you next month, guys! Oh, and make sure to visit my profile on August 8th... There might be a surprise waiting for you guys, who knows?
Take care!
—Cherry
"Pass me the M&Ms."
"Where?"
"On the counter, Alluka."
"I can't see them…" The girl complained, turning to her friend again. "Dee, are you sure you put them here?"
"Of course, they're on the purple bowl!" She said, glancing at her briefly as she continued to add the frosting details to the cake. "Right by the green marshmallows."
"Meds, there are no M&Ms in here." Kite said.
She frowned. "Impossible. I literally just put them there."
"Well, maybe a ghost took it away, who knows?" Joked Mito.
"Let me take a look." Putting down the pastry bag, the woman walked to Alluka's side, eyes quickly scanning the area. "What the hell? Where are they?"
"I told you there was no purple bowl in here!" The brunette sighed, eating a strawberry.
Medea shook her head, marching around the kitchen in search of the bowl.
"Well, they couldn't have grown legs and simply ran away! And stop eating the toppings!"
"They're M&Ms, Dee. They have legs."
"Yeah, haven't you watched one of their ads before?" Agreed Kite, grinning.
"Don't play dumb with me, you know what I meant!" She sighed. "I swear, they were here just a few minutes ago!"
"We believe you."
"No, Mito, you don't understand, I just put them in the freaking bowl. They were here!"
"Don't worry, Medea, we'll find the bowl when we least expect it."
"But I need it now!"
"Medea, take a deep breath."
"I'm not going to take a deep breath! I need to finish Gon's cake now, Kite!"
"Yes, you will."
"No, I—"
"Medea."
She glared at the teen, mouth pressed in a thin line, but stopped walking. "What?"
"You're not going to find anything if you can barely think straight." Kite said, eating a green marshmallow.
"Stop eating the fucking toppings! You'll ruin the decoration!" Medea whined.
"One strawberry and one marshmallow won't be that important. Breathe."
"But—"
A pair of small hands compressed the sides of her face and made her lips pucker up, violet eyes staring into hers completely unamused. "Breathe in."
She closed her eyes and did as she was told, the sweet smell of the caramel filling and the buttercream frosting filling her nostrils in an instant. "Good. Now, breathe out." She nodded, but exhaled slowly. Then, she repeated the action a couple more times until the tiny hands finally let go of her cheeks.
"Better?"
"Yeah… Thanks."
"You were overthinking again. You really have to stop it." Kite advised her, a crease between the thick, red brows.
"I know." The woman passed a hand through her face. "I'm just worried. I promised I'd make a good cake as a gift to Gon, you know? But then the caramel for the filling burned and I had to remake it, and a rotten egg ruined one of the chocolate sponges, and now the M&Ms are gone… I feel like this cake will turn out terrible." She confessed.
"Oh, honey, it won't! This kind of thing happens, it's okay!" Mito said, rubbing her back gently.
"I tasted the filling and the chocolate batter, and it was delicious, Dee. You're doing great!" Added Alluka.
"Yeah, you're just nervous because you're making a bigger recipe," Kite told her, "besides, it can't be as bad as your first cake."
Medea's lips curled. "Don't remind me of that."
"Was it horrible? Yes. But we at least managed to eat the frosting."
"Think we can do that again if it turns out shitty?" She asked, trying to muffle a giggle.
"Without a doubt."
"Okay. Where's the bowl, though?"
"What bowl?"
Medea yelped when she noticed Kurapika standing next to her, and slapped his arm. "Don't scare me!"
"Ouch, sorry!"
"Fuck, my heart is racing now." She took a deep breath, which made him chuckle and she glared at him. "Stop laughing! It's not funny!"
"But it is." He teased, repeating the same reply she had given him back in Mimbo and winking at her.
She narrowed her eyes and pointed a finger at him. "You're on fucking thin ice."
"What? Why?"
"You know what you did." Was all she said.
"Oh, come on, don't be like that! How would I know that Leorio was going to eat the last caramel?"
"Liar. You made him eat it so I couldn't do it." She mumbled, going back to the frosting.
Kite chuckled. "You're so doomed."
Kurapika turned to Kite, sighing. "Yeah, I know."
"Fortunately for you," Medea continued, taking care to detail everything carefully and not even glancing at him, "I am much angrier at those fucking M&Ms than at you."
"Wait, M&Ms?"
"Yeah, I put them on a purple bowl over the counter, but they just… Poof!" She gestured, fingers in the air. "Vanished!"
"Um, Dhea, I think I saw your M&M's…"
She turned to him immediately, face lighting up. "Really? Where?"
Kurapika nervously chuckled. "So, it's actually a funny story, but first you have to promise me you won't be mad."
"Mad? Why would I be mad?" She smiled.
"Promise me."
"Kura, I'd never be mad! I'm a peaceful person!"
"No, you're not." Kite stated.
"Promise you won't freak out, Dhea." He insisted.
She rolled her eyes. "Fine, I promise. Now, tell me."
"Killua took it to the backyard and ate it. B-But we didn't know you were going to use it, we wouldn't have let him eat it if we did."
Medea blinked.
"Are you mad?"
"Of course I'm not mad." She giggled. "I'm just… Surprised!"
"Dhea."
"I'm not mad. Not mad at all."
"Why are you holding the kitchen knife like that?" Asked Alluka suspiciously.
She looked at her other hand and smiled at the blade. "Oh, silly me. I got the wrong tool." She dropped it. "Alluka, get me a rope or a belt, will you?"
"Why?"
"I'm going to kill myself!" Medea chuckled. "I'm done with this shit."
"Stop being so dramatic!" Kite sighed.
"I'm done with life."
"Dhea, come on."
"Don't let Killua near me or I swear I'll gut him like I do my fishes."
"You won't do that." Kurapika pulled her into a hug, hands caressing her back in circular motions.
"I will." She muttered, face buried in his neck.
"No, you won't."
"I want to cry."
"Don't cry."
"Look, I can buy you some more if you want!" Mito suggested. "I have to go to the market anyway this afternoon to buy some things I forgot to, so I can also buy more M&Ms!"
"Great idea, Mito!" Kurapika said. "See, Dhea? Everything is solved."
"It's not."
"Are you going to use it for what, exactly?" He asked.
"For the toppings, along with the strawberries and the marshmallows." Alluka told him.
"Can't you add the other things and save the M&Ms for last? Hm?"
Hugging his waist, Medea sighed. "I guess."
"See? No need to be upset."
"I'm stressed." She told him, inhaling his musky perfume.
"I can see that, but you can relax now, right?"
"No, I still have to add the—"
"We'll do it!" Declared Mito. "Kite, Alluka, and I can finish it for you. You're tired, relax until lunch, okay?"
"But the toppings…"
"Kurapika, get her out of here, please!" The woman asked in an exasperated tone.
"Come, Dhea." He said, distancing himself from her just enough to give her a side hug. "Let's go to the backyard."
"Isn't Killua there?" She asked, following him to the living room.
"No. He went out with Gon."
Medea nodded, but said nothing as he guided her to the back of the house.
The sound of the waves made her close her eyes and smile, and she sat on the old bench as she allowed the sea breeze to calm her down. Sighing, she pulled her legs to herself and rested her face between her knees, staring at the sea.
Home.
This is what the sea was to her. Not the hot, humid jungles from Proyca, much less the freezing climate from Drires. Nothing could ever compare the connection she had with the ocean.
"You're awfully quiet. Are you still upset?"
She shook her head. "Just thinking."
"About?"
"How much I love being a Sea Hunter." She told him.
"You do? Love it, I mean."
Medea gave him a genuine smile. "Yeah. I feel like I was made for it, you know?"
He nodded. "You speak of it in such a devoted way, it's… Refreshing." Kurapika stared at her. "Medea?"
"Yeah?"
"Did you…" He took a deep breath. "Did you hear what I told you the other night?"
"Huh?"
"The night I arrived."
She tilted her head to the side. "Of course. You wished me goodnight, right?"
Kurapika looked into her eyes for an indefinite amount of time, but she merely blinked, a crease between her brows. Then, he nodded and averted his gaze to the ocean once more. "Yes. Yes, that's right."
She giggled. "You're weird, Kura."
"Am I?"
"Yeah. No one else would ask me if I heard them say goodnight." She shook her head. "It's funny, even."
"Good to know you're amused." He sighed. "How was the Order's ceremony, by the way?"
"Worse than I expected." She confessed.
"How come?"
"Well, they—"
Her phone vibrated in her pocket, and she frowned.
"What?"
"Just a second, Kura."
A message from her anonymous pen pal appeared on her notifications.
Change of plans
I need you to meet me in three hours at the port
I'll be inside the Marbella Ship
She bit her lower lip and huffed, taking a hand to her temple to massage it. Of all the moments that her anonymous contact could choose, did it have to be just now when she was stressed about the upcoming party?
Okay
I'll be there
Go alone
I know!
Gee
Marvelous
See you there
See you
A hand touched her shoulder and she jumped, turning to Kurapika. "W-What?"
"Is everything okay?"
"Yeah, of course! Why do you ask?"
"You seemed so serious all of a sudden…"
"Don't worry. It's just an old friend of mine who won't stop talking about her cheating boyfriend, even if I told her to dump him a thousand times already..." She sighed. "Some people are not practical at all."
"I see…" He narrowed his eyes, analyzing her.
"But, as I was saying, it was a terrible ceremony…"
Medea continued, explaining the overall idea of the Act of Choice, without dwelling too much on the things related to her past. She could only hope her acting was convincing enough to make Kurapika's suspicions about her claim disappear. There were some things that he just did not have to know.
The path from the harbor to Gon's house was not so long, but it was quiet and empty.
Maybe she should have accompanied Alluka, Killua, Gon, and Mito to the market, she would have definitely felt less lonely that way. Still, having to come up with a reasonable excuse as to why she had to leave them for a while was too troublesome; besides, she also had to search for the best hot sheet motel downtown after that, like she had promised Kurapika she would, so it was better to be by herself.
She felt giddy as she followed the earthy road, birds still chirping in the trees.
A stranger. She was going to meet up with a stranger.
If anyone knew, they would scold her, especially Kite and Kurapika. But that small, tiny voice in the back of her head kept encouraging her. Go , it said, do you not wish to find out who it is?
Medea bit her lip.
It was not smart, she was well aware of that, but she wanted to do it. She had to sate this overwhelming curiosity — she felt like she could die if she did not meet up with them. And that was why she had hidden her brass knuckles in her pocket, and a sharp dagger beneath her green blouse.
She could be stupid, but she was not dumb.
After almost fifteen minutes of silence, Medea was greeted by the city's crowded streets. She sighed. Finally!
The smell of the sea was even more intense here than at Gon's backyard, which was great, considering she used it to guide herself through the unknown alleys, like a compass. She looked at the sky. So bright and blue and vibrant. Was it always like this on Whale Island? Maybe moving here would be better than staying in Lapet.
When the streets narrowed down and older buildings appeared, she knew she had reached the harbor.
Medea rushed down the pier, eyes flickering from ship to ship in search of something to identify them. Via d'Oro. Tempest. Kaiyou. Thousands of names appeared before her, but none of them were what he was looking for.
Did her so-called pen pal even type the correct name?
She was losing hope when she caught a glimpse of a large blue and white plaque. Medea shook her head and scoffed. "You've got to be kidding me!"
The Marbella Ship was not a ship.
It was a bakery.
Medea opened the wooden door and entered the establishment, being greeted by chatter from all around her.
The place smelled of orange and pineapple and was of an extremely pleasant temperature when compared to the air outside the store. The white wooden tables were filled with fishermen and visitors, probably looking for a sweet moment to contrast with the salty atmosphere of the sea, and even the children seemed to enjoy the desserts on their plates.
One table, however, was practically empty, being occupied by only one man with two slices of pie atop the smooth surface. Her pen pal, most likely. Medea did not even bother to glance at him before she walked up to her seat.
And, then, when she sat down, she finally stared at him. Her eyes widened. "Oh, fuck no!" She said in shock.
"Hello, Medea. How are you today?" Inquired Illumi, bizarrely calm as he looked at her with an uninterested expression. "I hope your trip was calm."
"What are you doing here?!" She snarled, leaning over the table.
"Do not cause a scene." He said in a cheerful tone, although she could recognize the subtle threat in his voice. "I'm sure you have better manners than that."
"Not when it comes to you."
"Oh, and why is that?"
"Maybe because you've been, I don't know, trying to kill me ever since we met?"
"It was not for that long, I assure you," He continued, "and I truly think we should put it in the past, do you not agree? I am here to help you, after all."
"So you can stab me in the back?" She snickered. "I don't think so."
"I would not do that." Illumi stated. "If I were to kill you, I would do it in a way that you would become desperate as you realized you had no way of escaping. Never behind your back."
A chill ran down her body. "How comforting." Was all she could mutter.
The assassin cut a piece of the lemon pie and took it to his mouth, savoring it carefully before pushing the other plate in her direction. "Eat. I already paid for it and it will be less suspicious if you act like the rest of the customers."
"I don't want pie. I'm here for the documents, remember?"
"And I will give them to you… At the most opportune moment, that is. For now, eat."
"And what if I don't?"
"Then I will not hand it to you." He shrugged.
She narrowed her eyes, but grabbed the fork and took a slice to her lips. Then, she stopped. "Did you poison the pie?" She asked.
"No."
"Did you put any kind of drug in it?" She insisted.
"Would I tell you if I did, thief?"
"Prove it."
"What do you mean?"
"If it's poisoned or has any drugs, you'll die first." Medea explained smugly, raising the fork to his mouth. "Eat it."
Illumi stared at the fork for endless seconds, sighed, and opened his mouth for her. When she slowly put the pie in his mouth and his plump, rosy lips closed around it, his black eyes locked onto hers, gleaming with what she concluded to be amusement.
She motioned to pull back, but his hand grabbed hers and held it in place. Goosebumps spread through her skin. His touch was cold and firm, just like she avidly tried to forget. When his mouth left the fork, still maintaining her in his grasp, his tongue slowly ran through the pointy metal ends and captured the remnants of the fresh cream on it. After swallowing, Illumi licked his own lips clean, like he was savoring a fine delicacy. Deliberately slow.
And not once did his eyes leave hers.
Medea's breath faltered.
He was doing it again. Trying to push her buttons. Just like that night in his house, when she (quite literally) almost died.
This time, when she pulled her hand away, he did not detain her. "Are you satisfied?"
"Yes."
"Now, eat. I do not wish to talk in here."
She rolled her eyes, but went back to the pie, slightly less worried. If he had eaten it, then there was no way it had anything, otherwise, he would not have done it; she truly doubted he would take the antidote with him if his plan was to kill her. Medea ate the slice and closed her eyes, sighing when the citrusy flavor invaded her mouth.
Her body relaxed against the chair.
So good.
It had been a while since she last had lemon pie and it certainly was not as good as this one. He had good taste, she had to grant him that.
Medea ate in silence, barely looking at the man in front of her, although she was aware of his burning gaze on her face. It was hard not to be. He was not subtle at all, at least not when it came to trying to intimidate her.
She finished the last piece of the lemon pie and cleaned her mouth with a napkin, sighing. "Thank you for the pie."
"Did you like it?"
"It was delicious." She said.
As he got up, he extended a hand to her. "Come with me."
Reluctantly, the woman placed her hand in his, staring at her own feet as she got up from her own seat. When he guided her to the exit, cold skin causing sparks in her own, Medea frowned. Why did he want to go somewhere else? That place would be strategic to talk about Lasym's case, since it was crowded and no one there would be paying attention to them. Her hand slipped from his, but none of them said anything.
Perhaps he still intended on killing her? He had said if he did it, she would be able to see it coming.
She shook her head. If, not when. And, besides, she still had the dagger and the brass knuckles with her in case she needed them; she would not go down so easily.
As they walked down the busy streets, Medea arched an eyebrow upon noticing that they were leaving the harbor, but she continued to stare forward.
She hugged herself.
The wind was blowing persistently — a warning about an upcoming storm, she realized. The temperature seemed to have dropped considerably ever since she arrived in the city and her blouse was doing nothing to keep her warm.
"Take my arm." The assassin suddenly said.
She turned to him. "Huh?"
"My arm. Take it." He repeated, offering it to her.
"Why?"
"So we will seem less suspicious to the people around us," Illumi explained, "we do not want anyone prying on us, do we?"
"Then wouldn't it have been wiser to stay at the bakery?" She retorted. "Lots of people, each paying attention to their own little lives. They wouldn't care about you and me."
"They would."
"No, they wouldn't."
"Medea, I would never discuss something related to me and my family around so many people."
"And yet you plan on doing it on busy streets?" She snickered, but took his arm nonetheless. "What a genius."
"Of course, I am," Illumi stared at her and blinked, "and you are cold."
"I'm fine." She dismissed him. "I just want the documents you promised me. Where are they?"
"In my briefcase."
"But you don't…"
"We will get there."
Medea rolled her eyes and sighed. "You're so annoying."
His gaze lowered to her wrist, and the corners of his lips curled upwards as he noticed the detail. "The bracelet I sent you, how thoughtful…"
Medea took her fingers to the silver chains and frowned. "Why even bother to give me something like this?"
"To thank you for not telling the truth in your statement, obviously." He replied. "It would be a headache to deal with authorities and corporations. Not that I could not do it, but it is unnecessary and vexatious."
"You read my statement?!"
"Lanfort, I read everything regarding the case." He ran his fingers through his hair as they walked past an elderly couple, seemingly bored. "That is exactly how I know you are in dire need of help."
She laughed mockingly. "I am not!"
"You are, otherwise you would not have accepted to meet up with a total stranger."
"I have someone to defend me in the hearing, you know?"
He chuckled. "You mean the Kurta boy?"
"Yeah."
"Oh, I would not count on him if I were you."
"What do you mean by that, Zoldyck?" Her eyes narrowed at him. She did not like that air of superiority surrounding him all of a sudden, in particular the mocking tone he had when referring to Kurapika.
"Do you not know?"
"Know what?"
Illumi stared into her eyes, still grinning. "Ask him about what happened to his clan."
Her brows furrowed. "What does his clan have to do with my court hearing?"
His lips lowered to her ear, almost touching it, and he whispered: "Ask him. Then, you tell me if you still think he is apt to defend you in any way."
"He is." She insisted, ignoring the way her heart was racing in her chest. "Besides, why should I believe in someone who clearly hates me and tried to kill me the last time we saw each other?"
"Because you don't want to lose your credibility before the Hunter Association, especially now that you're so close to achieving the title of Single-Star Hunter." He fixed his green coat's collar and proceeded: "Am I wrong?"
He was not.
Medea would do anything to reach her goal or, in that case, at least stay on the road to it. That and Order were the only things that really mattered in her life, she could not just give up on them.
She gave him no answer.
Instead, she stared at a dark green nightgown in a shop window and stopped walking for a moment. It was silky and shimmery, and its sleeves were entirely made of lace. It was beautiful. Medea felt his gaze on her face once more, so she just sighed and shook her head, starting to walk again.
"Do you like that sort of thing?" He asked in a critical tone.
"None of your business." She retorted. "Where's the place you left your briefcase at, anyway?"
"We are close to it now."
"Good. I want to get this over with."
They kept walking, none of them looking at each other. "It looks good on you." Illumi unexpectedly broke the silence.
"Huh?"
"Green. It suits you really well."
"Oh." She blinked. "Thank you."
When the streets disappeared and they approached the small park filled with empty benches at the foot of a hill, Illumi disentangled his arm from hers and just said: "I will be right back."
Medea nodded and sat on a bench, staring at the cute ducklings around the lake. A little family. She smiled when they ran to their mother, quacking euphorically.
Mother.
What was hers like? Tall? Dumb? Cruel? Was Medea even a little bit like her? Did they look alike? Was there something, anything, that made their blood ties undeniable? Eyes? Lips? Hands? These were questions that frequently roamed around her head. She had no emotional connection to the woman, yet she could not help but wonder what it would have been like to live with her.
Would she have called her daughter, or perhaps a pet name, like honey or dear? Would she have told her bedtime stories? And, most importantly, would she have been spared from being sold as a slave?
She did not know. But she deeply, ardently, wished to.
There was a tiny part of her that hoped that her mother would not have been as cruel as her aunt.
"Mytka." She whispered, the Dnihipian rolling on her tongue rougher than she would have liked. "Where are you?"
"Right here."
She jumped around, startled, and took a deep breath. "Oh, it's you, Illumi."
He sat by her side on the bench, a black briefcase perfectly placed on his lap as he turned to her and placed an arm over the backrest, a yellow envelope in his hands. A few black strands of hair fell over his shoulders, contrasting with his porcelain skin and giving his green outfit a somewhat relaxed air. His expression was solemn. "I'm doing this for my family," He said, "we cannot risk you being arrested and tortured now that you have seen our faces and know our names."
"I understand."
"This is why I contacted you. We cannot risk you exchanging information about us for security, even if they do not know about our involvement in this." He explained, gently putting the envelope in her hands. "Here is what I promised you."
"Thank you," She sighed, fingers shaking slightly, "may I go now?"
He stared at her for a few seconds, as he had done on that day in his room.
Those ebony eyes were filled with something that, once again, she could not distinguish, but was still able to make her heart beat faster. Illumi tilted his face to the side, supporting it in the hand atop the bench's backrest, analyzing her through his thick eyelashes. She returned his gaze. None of them blinked. Her brows furrowed in confusion as she tried to decipher what that man was thinking.
Finally, he took his hands to the briefcase next to him and unceremoniously opened it, taking out a white envelope from it.
"You know, a few months ago I completed a mission in Ileack," Illumi began, "a quick contract to favor a political leader, the usual. But, blame it on fate if you will, I found some fascinating things on the victim's belongings."
"Hm. How interesting." She mumbled, massaging her temples.
"Indeed. And do you know the best information I found there?"
"No."
"The fact that you are part of the Order Of The Golden Moon."
Medea's blood ran cold. "What did you say?"
"Which is why I think you should take a look at this envelope's content as soon as possible."
"I'm not part—"
"You are. That is precisely why you invaded my family's property, why you risked your life for a scroll that no one even cares about, and why you are a thief."
"I—"
"Do not try to deny it, Lanfort." He rolled his eyes. "I might appreciate your lying nature, but you cannot fool me."
She arched an eyebrow in disdain and crossed her arms, raising her chin arrogantly. "Who do you think you are to tell me what to do?"
"An ally."
"You are no ally of mine."
"I am helping you, is that not what allies do?" He retorted.
"And my connection to the Order has nothing to do with you." She growled. "Just because you wanted to give me that information doesn't mean I'm in debt with you. You can't make me do anything ."
Illumi gave her a knowing smirk. "Oh, I cannot? What a pity…" He put some strands of hair behind his ear with an apathetic countenance. "You are still shivering."
"I'm Dririan, I don't care about the cold."
He got up, sighing, and she did not realize what he intended to do until a warm fabric was placed over her shoulders. "You might be Dririan, but you are no longer accustomed to your country's climate. Do not pretend to be." He stated firmly, the black blouse that had been hidden underneath the coat emphasizing his proud posture. "You can contact me if you need anything. I have to leave for a contract, but I recommend that you read the document in the white envelope right now. You may not trust me now, and it is fine. You will soon realize that, despite everything, I am being honest." The assassin ensured. "Quite different from the people around you."
"Wait!" She yelled as he distanced himself. "I don't want your coat! Take it back!" Medea argued.
He turned to her once again and kept his ever-serene countenance. "I will. When we meet again."
"We will not meet again!"
He grinned. "Whatever you say. See you soon, Medea."
She clenched her fists so hard that her knuckles hurt. "I will not see you soon, asshole!"
Illumi ignored her, walking among the people who now arrived at the park with grace and fluidity. He avoided all of them like they were nothing. Perhaps, to him, they actually were.
Medea looked down to the sleeves of his dense peacoat. Was this wool? Cashmere? She did not know, but it was nice and warm and heavy. She wanted to punch Illumi for lending it to her. Her gaze shifted to the path he was making, but Medea was surprised to notice that he was no longer there.
She just stood there, bewildered, as she sat on the bench. All alone, although surrounded by people, only the envelopes and the peacoat as a reminder of his presence there.
Is he a ninja or some shit? She asked herself.
An assassin, that is what he is, the voice purred in her head.
She grabbed the coat tighter and, reluctantly, put it on.
Her eyes stared at the yellow paper. There was no need to open it, she was sure of the veracity of the documents; she had read the preview Illumi had sent her and knew that they would be really useful.
But the white one… She was unsure of what its content could be. She bit her lip.
Curiosity was Medea's biggest problem. It was her Achilles' heel. Succumbing to it never brought anything good along.
Still, her fingers opened the white envelope.
As she read the pages, her face became completely distorted. She got up from the bench, hands holding the envelopes tight, and left the park as fast as lightning during the storm.
For the first time in years, Medea wanted to kill someone.
Just to make some things clear: Medea has no idea of what type of training the Zoldycks face through their childhoods, so she really had no idea Illumi was, in fact, very much immune to most types of poison.
Illumi on the other hand just took advantage of her lack of knowledge lmao But hey, romance, am I right?
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Medea might have endured the drizzle she feared so much, but the storm has arrived.
Stay tuned for the next chapters~