𝐆𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐍 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒

~𝟚𝟘~

CRYSTAL CLEAR PT. 1

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     "When will you learn?"

     "But Dad! Sh-she was hitting me!" You shout.

     "But Mommy isn't for you hit back either. Little girls need to learn their lesson, sweetie. Now come here." Your father pats his lap.

     You wipe the tears off your face. Your mother found you trying to sneak out in the middle of the night. She cried in agony at your attempts at leaving unattended at such a young age. Doesn't make the situation any better when you remembered your ninth birthday was coming up. Your father's big hand pats you on the head and turns your hair into a nest. You giggle at him.

     "Soon, she'll also learn her lesson." He smiles down at you.

     Your mother suddenly walks into the dining room. Her voice was tender. At just the quick moment of her forming her words, her head distorts into an irregular and terrifying shape. She doesn't look like the gentle, jumpy mother she's always been. She lunges at your father before you abruptly slip out of your dreamland.

     A dark shadow stood on your chest, pinning you down to your bed. Your heart accelerates in a pace you didn't know existed within you. The black mist dissolves in a matter of seconds after regaining consciousness. But to your paranoia, you infuse the blanket with nen and kick it across the bed. It flipped like a cinder block and caused a very clamorous noise. The floor rumbled and caused the room to vibrate for a few seconds. Your eyes remained wide open, refusing to blink. A dream about father? And ─ mother?

     You have absolutely no clue or image on how the killings of your mother went. Somehow your brain was able to construct a dream so vivid it jumped to the current reality. Your heart begins to settle back to its natural pace. Though you still felt this ominous feeling in the air. Or could it just be me? Clearly, your family is probably one of the only things, if not the only thing that can truly rile you up. Not in annoyance but rather emotionally. You pinch the bridge of your nose. I'm going crazy.

     Unexpectedly, the door flung open. Your uneasiness made it easy to launch an attack, your body flitted towards the door. Absolutely no consideration was taken as to whom it could be. All that mattered was to play defense. You bucked your hand right at their neck. Hu?

     "Is there something wrong?" Illumi stares with those emotionless eyes. He kicked the door open, the lock was still rolling on the floor.

     You look up at the slender man, "Yes. Apparently I can't control myself with my own dreams."

     "Is that what that ruckus was about?" Illumi tailed his vision to the boulder-blanket on the floor. You realized your nen was still attached to it. You released the stream of energy and it deflates back to its polyester softness. Your breath was rickety, causing your throat to dry. Thinking of drinks, you offer your 'boss' a glass of water. He closes the door behind him, taking a seat on the small sofa at first entry.

     "I apologize for the commotion. It's not like me to be of such trouble." You hand him a glass, pouring the ice-cold liquid to his cup. The mini fridge in the rooms have become handy.

     "It shouldn't be me you should apologize to. I'm sure the other people in the building felt it as well." He sips on his glass. You observe how his demeanor differs tremendously to Hisoka's. Even by sitting they differ; Illumi sits with his legs wide open. Hisoka always walks with a smirk while he never cracks one. They're eyes far from similar and give off different tones with just one look. Their hair, their sense of style, their ─ almost everything. But at the same time, they have everything in common. Just like you, he shares this need for blood that's not too far from Hisoka's. Though their choice in clothing layouts is sort of, reflective.