𝖍𝖝𝖍 𝖔𝖓𝖊𝖘𝖍𝖔𝖙𝖘

How my Family Found out I was Dating a Killer Clown

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Author: Chickentwink (on ao3) 

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Silva Zoldyck stared at his eldest son through the large computer monitor. Illumi's face was the same blank mask he had worn most his life. His inky hair was in a loose bun on his head, firmly held in place by two of his needles. He wore what seemed to be a loose tank top though from the computer placement it was hard to tell.

"Do you have an update on Killua?" Silva asked, bypassing pleasantries that he knew his eldest child didn't appreciate. Illumi nodded and quickly began his report, precise and detailed as always. As he spoke Silva let his eyes wonder ever so slightly, taking in his son's background. Silva had been surprised when Illumi had stated he was moving out. But the dark haired eldest didn't often make requests so Silva agreed. Since Illumi had left Silva had only gotten glimpses of the raven haired boys living space, the ones he could snatch when they had their monthly video call.

Illumi seemed to change locations in his apartment each time they spoke. Silva had gotten glimpses of what seemed to be a spacious kitchen with a wide granite counter top that connected to an island. Another time it had seemed to be a homey dining room or parlor. Currently Illumi seemed to be seated at a desk that allowed view of a living room and a long, currently darkened corridor that, Silva assumed, lead to the bedroom and bathroom.

The apartment itself was actually very well decorated which had astonished the white haired man. Illumi wasn't known for being style conscious, when he still lived in the mansion the eldest Zoldyck childs room was rather sparse; Illumi rarely spent any time there other than to sleep. Though Silva did she traces of his eldest son in this apartment, such as the surplus of pillows and blankets that were thrown casually on the couches. Illumi loved to burrow himself into a little cocoon of soft things, it was a habit since his childhood that had frightened his parents more than once when they believed Illumi to have disappeared when really he was just sleeping under a mass of blankets.

Another obvious example of his son was an entire wall of the living room was an enormous window. Illumi lived somewhere extremely high from the looks of it. At the mansion it was easily into the evening but the city Illumi lived in it was just after sunrise. Soft early light streaming into the windows and casting wide shadows, the tips of buildings just barely visible through the thin layer of clouds that floated through the sky.

Illumi had once confessed to his father that he loved high placed. Silva had personally thought it was because of the obvious vantage point or perhaps the feeling of power it allowed. But Illumi had confessed it made him feel insignificant. The answer had puzzled the elder Zoldyck but Illumi had said it with an almost content curl of his lips that Silva had simply accepted it without further investigation.

There were a few things that were bothering Silva though. The apartment had other little knick knacks that didn't seem to be Illumi's. Silva's mind wandered, though he still absorbed the information his son was obediently rattling off.

There were a number of little potted plants in the house, Illumi didn't care enough to raise plants or at least Silva had thought so. There was a house of cards unfinished on the dark coffee table. The kitchen was also rather large for someone who rarely cooked. Honestly Silva didn't understand why Illumi left, he had everything he needed at the mansion.

A slight movement caught Silva's well trained eye. It had come from the dark corridor behind Illumi. Silva kept his eyes trained on his son. If it was an intruder here, Illumi had already sensed them but the element of surprise was always better. If the intruder believed that he had not been noticed yet it would allow a cleaner and faster kill if they allowed the trespasser to come closer.