HIS BUNNY; THE SNAKE AND THE CROW (Chrollo Lucilfer Smut)

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(tw: domestic abuse.) 

{last chapters part 2.} 

Once her body went limp, a large stone formed in his stomach, he looked back at her limp figure lying a few inches away from him.

"Amayaa?" He whispered,

Nothing answered but the calm flow of the wind in the trees, 

"May?" He said once more, a concerning expression forming on his face.

He pulled her by her elbows and set her head in his lap, the blood on his hands had quickly dried, and the blood on her neck was turning a gruesome rotting reddish-brown color, 

Illumi tucked a stray hair behind her ear and caressed her face, 

"Baby, please... Wake up? I'm sorry, " He continued, his face twisting into a picture of confusion and terror, 

He traced a hand down her collarbone to her waist, 

"Darling, you won't be able to breathe with this silly thing on, " He said nervously, holding her in his arms carefully, and tugging on the small bow and releasing the tight knot, pulling off the tight corset so she could regain her breath when she regained her consciousness. 

He held her cheek in his bloodied palm, and watched her face,

She looked peaceful, tiny splashes of blood sprinkled over her cheeks like stars.

They sat like that for a few moments before he started to sense a person running throughout the field towards them, he turned his head to look at the figure, one of her maids was sprinting towards them, carrying her skirts clutched fiercely in her hand.

"Miss Amayaa?! Sir Illumi?!" She yelled, clearly out of breath. Amayaas scream carried throughout the space like a banshee, people would have heard it from at least a few miles. 

In quick and precise action Illumi threw a nen needle into her forehead, her figure stopped and fell straight to the ground, 

"Your pesky maids," He laughed with heavy paranoia in his tone, 

By the second new possibilities flooded his mind, 

Did I hold her for too long? 7-10 seconds, right? It can take less than 10 seconds for a person to lose consciousness as a result of strangulation, and death can occur in just under five minutes, did I hold you for longer May? You'll wake up, right? Do you promise? You have to promise me, Amayaa. 

"May- I-" He started to stutter and drag his hands up her exposed neck, a bruise was forming, 

Illumis eyebrows dropped from their high place, and a tired and frustrated new expression painted itself amongst his features, 

"Wake up, damn it!" He said his tone raising, 

He brought his hand up from her cheek and brought it down again, his sharp blow making deafening crack.

"Wake up." He said, gripping her cheeks with his thumb and index finger, turning her head side to side, 

He scowled and pushed his fingers in between her jaw, forcing her mouth open, he then craned his head to start to give her cpr, it took a few moments before her breathing started to regain itself, he sat back up and stared down at her with an unsettling smile, 

"Good girl," He whispered, starting to stroke her cheek again, he looked back at the estate behind them, 

"Let's go get you cleaned up Darling," He said, sitting up and carrying her in his arms bridal style, 

Her head dropped under his arm, her long black raven swishing to the sway of his long strides.

Her white flowy dress billowed in the soft wind like a flickering candle, 

He kept on walking to the white big victorian estate, stepping over the dead maid's corpse.

"I think its best if you don't remember this May, your affections for me too, my father would be furious of the news of your confession, those feelings hold a person like me back. But, if I wasn't in the position I am in right now, I would do anything for you May, if I wasn't like this, I would have loved you back."  

He swallowed his guilt and shifted her in his arms, 

His lips parted and something slipped out, 

"But at the same time, I do love you, and that scares me." He croaked, adjusting his grip on her limp body. 

"You deserve someone who will care for you properly,"

Illumi flicked a needle over his knuckle and wrapped his delicate but cold and calculated aura over it, he slowly dropped to his knees and rested her sleeping body onto the delicate lavender plants, he brushed the midnight strands away from her forehead. 

Pressing the small needle into the center of her slightly bloodied forehead, the needle disappeared into her flesh, leaving no mark but residing in her. No one would be able to notice it but him, this ensured their safety.

"I'm sorry," Illumi said, running a bloodied thumb over her forehead.