violet, blue, green, red | hisoka x chrollo x illumi x fem!reader | 18+

twenty-three

From: Hisoka
The Wonder Boy is dead. 
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Show the girl.

Illumi looks over his shoulder for clearance of your presence before opening the attached image. Hisoka definitely wasn't lying, and it looked like the corpse had been through Hell, but it's still undeniably Chrollo under it all. He was confused, but knew better than to ask questions. 

You were... somewhere - upset after dinner for reasons you thought were obvious. The underlying cause was that Illumi brought you here to marry you. To establish himself as the rightful heir of his family with a wife strong enough that his family can trust. You didn't want that - you didn't want anything, except to be with Chrollo. Perhaps this entire plan was foolish, and you still don't know about Chrollo. 

Illumi would have to be the one to break the devastating news. 

To: Hisoka
What happened to the exorcist? What about the plan? 

From: Hisoka
I am the exorcist.

"You know, maybe I'd be less upset if you just told me. All you had to do was tell me." You walk out of the bedroom in your night clothes, the topic of discussion heavy on your mind. You didn't want to confront Illumi, for you were nervous about his reaction, but you needed to say this. 

Illumi shoves his phone away in less than a second, deleting the postmortem picture from the screen as he turns around to face you. He notices just how beautiful you are. Selfishly, he does want you as his wife, and he does want to lead the family in Kil's stead. 

"If I told you, I know you wouldn't agree to meet them." 

"What a sick, twisted love triangle." You mutter, mostly to yourself, but not quiet enough for Illumi to ignore. "You're right, I would have said no. I don't want to get married to anyone, let alone get married into a family of assassins... It's just not right." 

"You will be very well taken care of." 

"And live an inferior life to my husband and children? Kikyo is better than me - if you ever addressed me as 'woman', it'd be the last thing you ever speak." 

"Y/N..." 

"Whatever. I'm going to call Chrollo." 

"Y/N-

You brush him off as you walk into the next room, pulling your phone from your pocket. You've been looking forward to this all day - for the way Chrollo's buttery voice melted in your ear. You've never yearned for anyone quite as you yearned for him. 

His contact is the first one that shows on your log - the memory of your hour-long call the other night giving you the courage to press the contact. That night you pictured him laying in bed, phone cozied up to his ear in nothing but underwear. You ached so badly to be with him. You bite your lip. 

The phone rings shrill for at least a minute before hanging up. 

This contact is not available. 

You blink. 

Thinking it's the fault of your service on the mountain, you call once more. 

This contact is not available.

"I-Illumi?" You don't hang up the call as you let the phone hang by your side clutched in your tense hand. You can hear him hum softly in the next room, beckoning you to continue. But you don't. 

"Yes, dear?" Suddenly he's in the doorway, but you don't have the capacity to startle as you'd normally do in his sudden presence. Instead, you sigh. 

"Have you talked to Chrollo or Hisoka today at all?"