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» The one where you, a famous writer, sneak into your neighbour's house looking for writing material only to find Illumi torturing his target, your creepy neighbour.
(not fully edited - edited up to chapter VII)
WARNINGS: Explicit Conten...
Zeno and Silva walked in, closing the large doors behind them, their eyes landed on me, yet their faces didn't show any surprise. I could only guess that they were already in work mode. I didn't fake my surprise, my enlarged eyes and gaping mouth betrayed me. During the few seconds they took to walk to the centre of the big ballroom, my brain was working non-stop to justify my presence there.
"Oh, there you are!" My voice relieved voice echoed on the walls as I stepped closer to the Zoldycks. "I went looking everywhere for you! You see... I didn't want to leave without saying goodbye." I forced an innocent smile, praying it'd look merely acceptable before adding, "That would be quite rude, right?"
Zeno's thin lips twitched upwards, before nodding in agreement. I noticed that I had been holding my breath as I relaxed, happy for my quick thinking. "Well, it was nice to see you again" Let's hope I never do get to see them again, "Have the rest of a good night.~"
I skipped out of the ballroom, "Oh~ Do I not get a goodbye Y/N~?"
That piece of shit. How could he even? My heart nearly stopped but I turned back casually, embracing the character that I was thinking about. During my talk with Chrollo, I decided to put my nen to the test and Anera was the character I had picked. She was a complete bitch to everyone but somehow got away with everything by using her spy skills.
I looked around the ballroom and using my nen, I placed hidden cameras on the best spots.
"Oh but dear, I just hooked up with you... don't think I'll ever see you again. ~" A smirk grew on my face as I winked to Chrollo, he, on the other hand, had the most scandalized look ever. He deserved it.
"What the - Y/N, go to the headquarters, we'll have to talk about that."
I tilted my head slightly "Headquarters? Oh... like your room? Dear chocolate lord these people never give up do they?" I rolled my eyes as I slammed the door behind me. Shit. Chrollo really wanted to stall some time there.
Why? How was he so sure that he would survive when two Zoldycks were paid to kill him? What was the plan?
Did he account for the Zoldycks to be hired? Why? Chrollo was always some steps ahead but what would make this plan work? It wasn't like the Zoldycks could quit killing him, that sure sounded bad for business. Well, I sure hoped to figure it out as I pulled out a small screen that I had just conjured.
I picked a spot that looked safe, as safe as it could get with all the mess that was going on, and I watched the fight unfold attentively.
I could only stare in amazement at how quickly everything went down. It all looked so cool, so smooth, premeditated moves, experienced dodges and just the right movements to spare energy. Deep down, I kept thinking about what it was that I was missing.
Chrollo was a good nen user, I knew slightly about his speciality so I could simply enjoy. As for the Zoldycks, it would be something rather irritating since they'd have to be on the defensive side. The old man sure knew how to fight, when he grabbed Chrollo while Silva jumped with two huge electricity balls forming on his hands, it felt like I had just dropped some of my internal organs.
My s/c hands were glued to the small screen as I saw Silva land on the floor gracefully, taking out his phone and picking up. Somehow Zeno had let Chrollo go and they both left. I should've conjured some mics here and there with the cameras, but I wasn't sure how much straining this was going to be on me. So, I played it safe, thank goodness, I was already feeling extremely fatigued just from the screen and cameras.
The screen faded away from my hands, I slumped back tiredly, thinking what could've made Silva and Zeno stop the fight. It felt like I was missing something really important. I stumbled as I got up but somehow managed to walk to the hotel only to faint on a random corridor. God damn, nothing was working today.
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I woke up in a dimly lit room, I shifted my weight to sit on the comfortable bed. My head was aching slightly, but I had to force it to think as I looked around. There wasn't much in the room, it looked like mine, except my things weren't there and I was incredibly sure I had fainted on the corridor. The first rule I had to memorize, when training with Feitan, was to always remember the exact spot I had fainted on, as soon as I woke up, so I could be ready.
Now I found it useful, back then... I thought it was just another way to bully me. I got up feeling nauseous, holy Zeus, that was a nen needy skill. I had to keep it working from a distance, that was mainly why. I sighed as I reached for the door handle, it twisted open and the door swung back to hit my head seconds later. Well, wasn't I lucky?
"Oh... I'm sorry" A soft voice reached my ears. The hand that instinctively went to my head, to pat it as if that would soothe the pain. My knees quit me, I fell down as I looked to the blonde boy, his dark eyes flickered with a bit of worry and a swing of distrust, he was wearing his dark blue and gold weird clothes, like every other extra person in this place. Ugh. His pale hand grabbed my arm as he pulled me to the bed carefully. "You should rest a bit more."
"So you can have time to question me? Haha. No, thank you. I'm fine, I could fight about five starving wolves right now so..." I wasn't lying, yet he shook his head and pushed me back to the bed as soon as I tried to get up.
Did I really have to fight the justice seeking dude? He should learn that revenge would only lead to empty hearts and shallow souls before he met his fate.
Oh, that would be tragic, I should take notes of these epiphany moments. You never know when a good plot could come to mind.
"How do you know the Zoldycks?"
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Author's note : HELLO LOVELIES FINALLY THOUGHT OF A GOOD PLOT I THINK IDK I'M KINDA WINGING THIS AS I GO SO FUCK. SORRY I DIDN'T UPDATE IDJDKDJD I WANTED TO THINK BETTER ON HOW TO LEAD THE STORY AND SHIT. BUT YAY NO MORE WRITER'S BLOCK 😏 😏 😏 😏
