USEFUL ➴ Illumi x Reader

LXXII. Talk

"What do you mean?"

"Don't dodge the question, Illumi." My eyes narrowed as I slid down to lay on the bed facing him, he could've been tilting his head in confusion if he wasn't laying down. "How are you so good in bed?"

"Oh. Well. There are missions where one must get information without the typical violent means, so when I turned 18, I decided to master the sexual games. What we played though, was something I flimsy remembered from a conversation with Hisoka, he talks about tons of useless stuff."

A chill went up my spine, "Yeah it did give off the Hisoka vibe, I'm almost shocked how I hadn't thought about that before. So, basically, you became a very expensive prostitute?"

He blinked once before his absentminded voice echoed around the empty room. "That's incorrect I'm an assassin." He didn't seem offended about the snarky remark. Boring.

"Well now I'm very curious about even more things..." My eyes wandered across the room as I sat up to move my body a bit down the bed without dragging my wounds through the bedspread, everything was either a forest green, black, or white. It felt so impersonal, there was nothing indicating someone lived here, nothing hanging on the walls, no personal objects on the bedside tables, everything was incredibly tidy. "Why don't you have personal things in your room?"

"It's foolish to get attached to objects." I hummed distracted, eyes counting three doors, the exit, one would be the bathroom, what was the third one?

"Ah, is that one of the assassin's commandments? Along with assassins don't have friends and assassins want nothing?" I had paused the braiding for a while, as my thoughts diverged. I ran my hand from the top of the braid to the end, easily dismantling it, as the silky black rivers dripped between my fingers. He didn't look surprised, but when did he really? His emotions were always masked.

"Kill told you?"

"Yes, awfully hypocritical of you, you want to control people, but an assassin can't wish nor want anything." My lips curled into a smile, "was that how your parents moulded you?"

"No." He closed his eyes as I ran my right hand through his scalp and drew it out feeling the luscious locks leave my fingers as I reached the end.

"Then isn't it expected for Killua to want something as well? You are humans after all." The silence returned, something about him not answering when he wasn't liking the conversation was rather nice. I didn't have to worry about the theme being boring, if he stopped talking, he wasn't interested, or he didn't want to keep talking about it.

My eyelids felt heavy and I finally returned to the position I was before, laying down, facing the mysterious assassin. "Where does the third door lead to?"

"A small kitchen." I sighed in this position, playing with his hair would feel much more intimate.

"How was your childhood? Tiny Illumi? Did they torture you a lot?"

"It was fairly normal; I was trained from birth but that didn't bother much." I stared for long. He seemed relaxed, my eyes were staying closed for more and more time each time I blinked.

"It must've been fun when your brothers were born." I smiled, "It'd be nice to see pictures of everyone so young, haha"

"It was different."

"Older brother position of so many kids must be hard."

"A bit. There was one time when Milluki started fighting with Killua..." as he proceeded to describe what could only be described as hilarious brotherly fights, like Killua stealing Milluki's figurines and so on... I felt myself drift to sleep when a large silence started.

I woke up later, everything was dark, and I was cold, I hissed my way into the covers as the high state I was in abandoned me, as the annoyance about the pains grew.

I felt warm, when my eyes fluttered open, a smile on my face as I thought that good beds and fancy sheets really had their good points. The smile soon disappeared when I realized that I wasn't in my room, Illumi was the warmth source and he seemed to be staring at me with the most ridiculously confused look his eyebrows could muster. "Oh Hades! Why didn't you wake me up, Illumi?"

"I tried. You nearly cut my arm off." Oh. Battle scars from training. I massaged my head slowly. "Well, I'm sorry. Did I bother much? You could've slept in my room."

"Bother? You did curl up into me in your sleep. Bold of you. And you could've slept in your room." His eyebrow was still arched in what I assumed was displeasure.

I grimaced, as I left the bed, only for my eyes to widen as I looked at bloodied spots on the sheets. "Ah crap, the wounds opened." I whispered as I tried to pull my pants up and check if everything was alright. "Sorry about your sheets." A small peek at the white soiled tissue made me shiver, taking blood out of things is hard. Poor butlers.

Illumi simply got up, pulled the first aid kit from under the bed leaving it resting next to me as he walked to his bathroom. I was applying more cream to the open wounds when he came back picking up some clothes from his closet unbothered, as he stripped to put them on and leaving the room without a word. Suddenly I felt like that was what ghosts felt like.

After I finished tending the cuts, I pushed the first aid kit under the bed again and left the room, to be greeted by Gotoh holding a tray filled with mouth-watering cupcakes that smelled like heaven.

"Oh, it seems like you are in better shape, do you want to eat with the family?"

"Ah", I stuttered as I grabbed the tray, "Maybe for lunch or dinner. Since you already brought this here, I'll eat it in my room."

"Yes Miss."

Author's Note: Guess who's back!!! I've been thinking about where to take this book xD that's why the chapter took a while.