Chapter 33; Missing cinnamon roll ;-;

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Kioku woke with a yawn stretching, she got dressed and headed to the kitchen, finding her father Hisoka cooking, and her other father Illumi not currenyly in the room. "Daddy soka? Wheres daddy lumi?" She asked still drowsily rubbing her eyes as she headed over to hisokas side as he flipped a strawberry pancake over the stove. "Probably still asleep. Would you like to wake him up?~♣️" he chuckled as he plated the pancake. Illumi had been forbidden to touch the stove on account of him continuously trying to make their child 'poison immune' like he had previously done to hisoka at one point. She smiled giggling she nodded and rushed over to her parent's bed and jumped striaght on a sleeping grumbling illumi, who had a mild case of bed head. "Daddy lumi!! Wake up! Pancake timee!" She giggled histarically as she bounced on the assassin. Illumi grubbled and engulfed her in blanket and snuggling her as if she was a teddy bear. The smaller girl giggled in her fathers hold and soon escaped trying to drag Illumi from the bed, which to surprise was rather easy considering her inherited strength from her parents. "WAKE UP!! WAKE UP!! PANCAKESSSS!!" *she shouted followed by giggles. Illumi yawned and chuckled. "Alright. Alright, I'm up." He said forcing his mind to quickly wake though coffee was still appreciated. He shook back his frayed knots of long black hair and allowed Kioku to tug him to the kitchen. He smiled and kissed Hisokas cheek while also taking the magicians cup of coffee and sipping generously from it. Kioku rolled her eyes as her parents kissed when a sudden knock was heard. Illumi sat on the couch with Kioku as Hisoka opened the door. Shocked to see what he did. A teary eyed Killua stood there looking paniced, scared, and...without Gon. Hisoka took notice of the bags under his eyes and his malnourished appearance. "Kil-" Illumi was about to say when he got interupted. "A-Allukas...d-dead...G-Gons missing! I-...I want your help to find him...Please!" He broke into tears. Kioku stared at the boy confused of his words as shes prettt young. Illumi quickly stuck a needle into Kiokus neck forcing her to sleep for awhile. He laid her down and looked at Killua. "Kil...What exactly happened?" He asked. Killua shakily looked at his older brother. "I-...Me and him seperated I went to travel...Allula was......I have no idea who took her. But. If Gons also missing... I-...I want to save him!" He tears up again. Hisoka stared at Killua trying to peice the parts together. "For one, calm down. We can figure this out once your able to explain the details. And two. Illumi, we will need to find a baby sitter...whilst we help sesrch for Gon.~♦️" Hisoka said calmly yet seriously. 'I have a distinct feeling it has something to do with the troupe.~♠️' he thought to himself. Illumi nodded. "Take a seat and calm down. Kil. I will have Kurapika watch Kioku as he seems...most responsible around children, Hisoka. As for whom did this. Could it have been the troupe? They know Gon is your fruit...thats probably why they did it." Illumi said, taking note of the slight malicious and trace of bloodlust in Hisokas aura. Hisoka grinned and nodded in return. "We shall deal with it soon. Once we get the kurta boy here to tend to both Killua and Kioku we'll leave at once." Hisoka said with a grin. "Tsk....NO WAY! GONS MY FRIEND! I HAVE TO BE THE ONE TO SAVE HIM!" He yelled. He blames himself internally. 'I-If only we never separated...I Couldve stopped this from happening!' He thought clenching his claws jnto the palm of his hand. Till blood began to drip down his fingers. "I-...I have too..." Killua said now looking down. Illumi felt a pang of sympathy. For once, he understood what that felt like... he would do the same if it was Hisoka. Mostly because he knows...no one else would be there for Hisoka. Same as for him. Hes an object of destruction. He doesnt expect anyone to save him either. But Hisoka did. Hisoka cared for him as much as Illumi cared for Hisoka. They had each other's backs. But...if Hisoka was to die...Would he feel just as Killua does now? He didnt know and didnt really want to think about it. But. He understands it may happen one day, and he knows he should be prepared. "Alright, Kil...You can help us find Gon." Illumi said. Hisoka nodded, "But first, you need to replenish yourself. You look like an utter mess~♠️" he chuckled. Killua sighed and calmed down finally. He smiled a little. "Thanks...Illumi, Hisoka..." he said whilst thinking 'I just hope it isnt too late... I...I failed to save Alluka...but. I promise to save you, Gon.' After awhile of discussing plans. They called Kurapika, explained to Kioku why Her parents had to leave for awhile. And continued on with their day. Kioku grumbled as she took a bite of strawberry pancakes. "I dont get why daddt lumi and daddy soka cant just stay here with me." She pouted. Kurapika sighed and smiled a little. "Because they have an important person to save. You wouldnt want your uncle Killua to be hurt. Do you?" He said sipping coffee while watching the young girl. Kiokus expression softened. "No...But I dont even know Uncle Killua well..." she said softly staring at her babysitter. Kurapika kept his soft gaze. "I can tell you many things about your uncle Killua...he is one of my four good friends... though hes rather rude sometimes." He said, remembering the hunters exam and how they helped him in Yorknew. Kiokus face lit up. "Tell me tell me!" She smiled excitedly. Kurapika nodded and began to tell her all about the hunters exams. While Hisoka, Illumi, And Killua were heading to track down the troupe. Unknowing of the dark surprises awaiting them.

(Hey, so...Im ready to fanfic again summer is almost here. So yay. Im feeling a little better since my mom had passed away. Anyways hope you enjoyed the chapter UwU i will write more soon :D )

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