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Ɨn̷ɉᵾɍɏ Ⱥn̷đ Ⱥn̷ǥɇɍ

Nɇa̷ɍłɏ Ŧħɍɇɇ Møn̷ŧħs̷ Ła̷ŧɇɍ

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Hisoka dropped the limp body of his last victim and quickly cleaned his cards, his destination already in mind. The tasks that Illumi's parents had assigned him had actually been difficult to some extent, that he would give them. The thing that bothered him was how Illu was doing now that he was alone with his parents after the whole fiasco. Hisoka needed to make sure that things would be okay, that they would actually keep their word, but how would he find out? Milluki could be such a pain when extracting information, and Purpurea would most likely be busy right now. Illu's grandfather would be both elusive and reluctant to tell him anything, and the butler's would give him information too late. That means... gosh dammit. He sighed and pulled out his phone, kicking at someone's limp leg as he did so. He most likely wouldn't know anything, so now he would have to turn to Killua. He didn't have Killua's number, in the normal way anyway. He had given Hisoka one of his spare phones due to buying three of them, so he could contact Killua.

♥♦: Excuse me, but does Killua happen to have his phone as of now?

He waited for a bit, and with each passing second he got more anxious.

🐈🛹️: Yeah, who hacked into this guys number?

♥♦: Hacked is such a strong work, I prefer borrowed. It's Hisoka, and I need your help.

He slightly cringed upon typing that last line, but it was necessary upon getting information.

🐈🛹️: My help? Hisoka, what exactly did you do?

♥♦: Why do you always assume I did something? It's about your family.

🐈🛹️: What about my family? Did you anger some of them or something?

♥♦: Well, it's more directed at your parents, but it also involves Illumi.

🐈🛹️: No.

Hisoka paused and frowned, didn't the Zoldycks have this whole thing about how family comes first and all that? Which is why Illu put up with his parents, more specifically his mother, this whole time?

♥♦: What do you mean, 'No'?

🐈🛹️: No, Hisoka. If it involves me getting anywhere near him, I'm not saying nothing.

♥♦: Look, Illumi might be in trouble with your parents and I genuinely have no idea how they react to these kinds of things.

🐈🛹️: What are you even talking about?

♥♦: I'll tell you once you agree to help, I can't have you randomly backing out afterwards.

🐈🛹️: Fine, as long as he isn't there.

♥♦: He won't be, come find me at ጕጎረረቿዪ'ነ ፕልሀቿዪክ.

🐈🛹️: Okay, I'm already heading there.

He shoved someone off a stool and sat down, staring contemplatively as he laced his fingers together and tapped one of his feet on the floor. He tilted his head down as he brought one hand down and gently traced on the wooden surface different phrases.

Hisoka was a rather patient man, but he was feeling very nervous right now. Just how long would it take for Killua to get here? To be honest, he was very seriously debating whether he should kill Killua because of this, but then he remembered how much Illumi cared about his little brother, so he decided not to.

Finally, after waiting for quite a while, a subtle knock was heard on the door before it creaked open and he saw Killua.

"So, whatcha need to know about my family, weirdo?" Killua asked as he glanced at the limp bodies with a tad bit of disgust. "And what exactly does it have to do with Illumi that might put him in danger? He's their perfect puppet afterall, I can't see him doing anything to put him in any danger."

"Yes well... It's about them finding out about our partnership." Hisoka watched as Killua sat down a chair away from him while staring at the magician. He tapped a nail on the wood and sat up straighter. "Say, do you know the situation between your brother and mother?"

Killua frowned as he put his hands in his pockets.

"No? What do you mean?"

Hisoka paused, "You- Nevermind, it doesn't matter."

"Anyway, what's so bad about them finding out?" Killua asked, moving closer due to curiosity.

"Ah, so you see..."

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"Hisoka, are you insane?!"

"Do you know what they'll do to him?!"

He lay with his hands locked together tightly as the whip came down again, so many times now that he had lost track.

"Dammit, dammit, DAMMIT!"

A small trickle of blood leaked from his mouth as his father's fists came down on him again.

"Mr. Mor-"

"Let. Me. In."

The grip around his throat was too tight, he started seeing black spots across his vision as his lungs ached with the need for air.

"C'mon, c'mon..."

"Nearly there, I just need to..."

"Goodnight, dear." Was the last thing he heard as the door closed, but just before he blacked out he thought,

Where are you, Hisoka?