𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐒;
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➤【 yandere adultrio x fem! reader 】
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➥ 𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡, under the guise of a reaper, a woman applies to be a Hunter whilst trying to evade three killers who seem to want nothing more than for her to be...
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SOMETHING was wrong.
Garo didn't know what or why, but considering how (Y/N) had been silent for a week after agreeing to spar with him from time to time, he couldn't help but be more suspicious as the days went on. What was more, he noticed that neither Hisoka nor Illumi who always hovered around her were now nowhere to be seen as well.
Despite the fact that he by no means was important to (Y/N), a fact that he knew, his worries continued to eat at him until he could no longer take it. Creeping to where he knew (Y/N)'s room had been, he swiftly broke the door handle before cautiously stepping inside. As light invaded the dark room, he frowned when seeing the sheets in a disarray, meaning that she must have left in a hurry.
It was strange.
Too strange to think it was natural.
Despite not wanting to intrude in case he was overreacting, he found nothing within the space that could give him insight on what had happened to (Y/N). Feeling all the more puzzled and confused, he was just about to leave but stopped when something caught his eye. Bending down and picking up a torn newspaper clipping that had caught in the doorway, his frown deepened when seeing that it was about an auction in York New City.
An auction?
Why would (L/N) want to go there?
After everything that he was doing here, it seems unlikely that he would suddenly pack up and go.
So... what happened?
Since Garo had no way to contact (Y/N) or any of those she had been close with in the Arena, he decided to just go to York New City to investigate. He saw her as a mentor to look up to, someone who was training him to be better since she saw something in him, and he wished to be able to continue seeing her. Despite him still thinking of her as a man, he already felt strongly towards her.
He wanted to be in her life.
Packing what little he had, Garo left Heaven's Arena without looking back, booking an airship and hoping that wherever (Y/N) was, she wasn't in trouble.
It wasn't long before he arrived in the city.
Despite knowing the city was huge and that finding (Y/N) would be like trying to find a needle in a haystack, he already had a clue as to where she was going to be. Knowing that the auction was to occur on September 1, he realized that had only two days dig up any information on who had seen her, or if she had been seen at all.
Since he's wearing his cloak, something that's the most noticeable thing about him, I know people would remember that.
Asking around, hoping that somebody had spotted her, he was left bitter and disappointed that first day when coming up ugh nothing. He tried again the next day, but as the sun slowly sank below the earth and bled into night, he still had found no sign of her. That meant that he would just have to go to the auction to see if she was there at all. He still continued trying, though. Unfortunately, he asked the wrong people.
"Excuse me?" Garo approached a group of three who had been talking amongst themselves after one of the members—a slim girl with dark hair and oversized glasses—lost an arm wrestling matches.
He didn't notice Gon.
"Have you seen a man around here wearing a dark cloak?" He continued, not noticing the way the group was eyeing him with less than enthusiastic expressions. "He's pretty noticeable, honestly, so... do you remember someone like that?"
The three glanced at each other.
Feitan, Franklin, and Shizuku immediately knew their boss would want this man.
"...No," Feitan answered as he flicked his dark eyes away, finding the one in front of him pretty pathetic even if he could sense a strong aura coming off of him. "No one like that."
"Ah... I see. Thanks anyway," Garo waved before disappearing into the crowd.
But not completely.
The three Phantom Troupe members followed him, and when he was alone, they struck. Although Garo was describing a man, they knew he was talking of the woman whom Chrollo had grown up with and had become fond of. While puzzled as to why he thought (Y/N) was a man, they decided not to question it further as they dragged him back to where Chrollo was. Therefore, the next time Garo awoke, he found himself chained in some sort of dungeon.
Despite the panic that he felt fly through his veins, his violet eyes widening at the situation he found himself in, he quickly calmed himself down and broke out of his Nen-blocking chains, a result from the rigorous and harsh training he underwent as a martial artist before his awakening. Now free of his chains, he glanced around the space he was in.
What happened?
Who would do this?
Furrowing his brows, he placed a hand to his head when realizing that the group of three that he had talked to right before he was knocked out were the ones that did this.
They looked sketchy...
And right before I blacked out, I saw their silhouettes.
Before he could even think of trying to escape, the metallic door slammed harshly against the stones, making him jump. Turning, his eyes instantly met with Chrollo's, finding himself shivering under his intense gaze. Then glancing down to Feitan, he swallowed thickly when seeing the instruments of torture held in his hands.
"And... who is this?" Chrollo questioned as he walked forward. "Why was he asking about (Y/N)?"
"Don't know," Feitan answered. "He even referred to her as a man."
"Did he now?"
Garo backed away until he hit the cement wall behind him, knowing that compared to the two in front of him, he was weak. He could feel it down to his very bones that no matter what he tried, he would never be able to escape. And as his screams rang out, eventually the sound silencing into nothing, no one mourned him.
No one even knew he was dead.
Chrollo stood above Garo's body with a displeased frown on his lips, completely ignoring Feitan who was cleaning the blood off his tools.
