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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...
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THE hotel room Illumi had booked for himself and (Y/N) to rest in was torn to shreds, the bed toppled over with slashes through the sheets while the curtains were torn from its holders to lay rumpled on the floor. What was more, the potted plants were overturned with dirt spilling on the floor, the furniture in disarray while long scratches could be seen in the walls. Standing in the middle of such a mess was Illumi, who caused such damage when returning to the room to find (Y/N) gone. The worker who had merely come to the room to help him out of the building could only tremble. Illumi stood stock still, staring out of the crystalline window that showed a fiery show that only continued to spread. In his hand was a phone that had cancelled his job of assassinating the Ten Dons since it was already revealed that they were dead from someone else.
He didn't care about any of that, though.
(Y/N) was gone.
She had been with him, but then she had disappeared just as quickly.
It was infuriating.
She was his, so why did she keep leaving?
"You..." Illumi addressed the worker, his voice gravelly and low, something unlike his usual monotone speech. "Tell me now if you do not want your throat slit... what is happening outside that is causing so much chaos?"
"I-It's an attack, sir," she whimpered out, pressing her trembling body against the door.
Illumi's head lifted.
An attack?
Could it be... (Y/N), who is doing so?
No, that's not her style.
His dark eyes then flicked down to his phone, his client's name written in bold font above the contact number. He found it strange that his job had been cancelled since the Ten Dons were a major obstacle for his client, so he wondered what had changed. Thenx he directed his attention back outside to the blazing inferno.
Chrollo Lucilfer...
Just what are you doing?
Discarding any questions he had just then, too focused with wanting to recover (Y/N), he threw his hand out and in an instant, a dozen pins stuck themselves into the face of the hotel worker. She stared wide-eyed out at nothing for a moment before she collapsed to the floor, dead.
"Don't take this personally..." Illumi muttered as he stepped over her corpse. "...I'm just quite aggravated at the moment."
As he exited the hotel to begin his hunt for (Y/N), not realizing that Chrollo and Hisoka were doing the same, the woman was currently wandering the streets of York New City for a way out. The smoke was infesting her lungs, and coughing became almost uncontrollable, her eyes burning and her skin singeing when getting too close to the fire. However, because she used Nen to protect her, these symptoms weren't as severe when compared to those around her who were experiencing the same thing.
There were so many bodies.
Bodies that lay in homes, bodies that lay scattered on the streets, and some pinned to the wall with blood leaking from their wounds, butchered and killed in a scarring way. It was a massacre. But to Chrollo, it was requiem of his love and infatuation for (Y/N) while to the rest of the Troupe, it was for their fallen comrades.
(Y/N) went rigid when sensing multiple people running towards her, immediately drawing her scythe and holding it out in front of her due to the bloodlust she sensed so clearly. Her deadly expression didn't change even when Gon, Killua, Leorio, and Kurapika stood before her, their eyes widening when seeing her. To all four boys who had never seen her without her cloak, she was a stranger, but her stifling aura was all too familiar. Now, her status as a woman with scars was completely revealed—a startling realization.
"You're... Reaper?" Gon spoke first.
"Who are you?" She merely demanded, having no memory of the boy since Pakunoda had wiped her meeting with him as well.
"No... (L/N)..." Killua mumbled as his brows furrowed, finding that he could easily believe that the one that used to be known as Reaper was in fact a woman. "How is she... here? And... why is she acting as if she doesn't remember us?"
"Wait, wait, wait!" Leorio waved his hands in front of him, blinking rapidly. "You're telling me that that woman... is Reaper!?"
"It seems that way..." Kurapika hummed.
"I thought she was a man!?"
"All of us did, Leorio... but we were mistaken," Killua exhaled softly, wondering how he could have missed such an important fact. "It doesn't matter, though. We have other matters that are more important right now than (L/N). If the Phantom Troupe is really behind this attack, we need to somehow find a way to stop them."
"And eradicate them," Kurapika added, his eyes flaring a dim red.
"Wait!" Gon interrupted as he gestured towards (Y/N). "(L/an) can help us, can't she? We've all seen how strong she is! She can help!"
The other three blinked at him.
"The way you speak as if you know me makes me think that you're mistaking me with someone else," (Y/N) stated evenly, her previous affection for any of them having all but disappeared as she stared at them with her cold and unfeeling (E/C) eyes. "I do not know any of you, so I suggest you move along before I hurt you."
Gon backed away, startled.
Killua frowned.
If he tried hard enough, he could sense traces of unfamiliar Nen on her that wasn't her own. Something had happened. But before he could even begin to think about figuring it out, he whipped around when feeling a flash of bloodlust. When he did, his entire expression contorted into horror when looking at Leorio who now had blood dripping from his lips.
"What...?" He croaked out.
Looking down, he found a blade stuck through his heart that branched out in two segments, easily and quickly soaking his white dress shirt through with blood. He glanced up one more time to meet Gon's, Killua's, and Kurapika's eyss before he collapsed. Chrollo stood behind him, his Ben knife gleamed in the darkness.
"That sure was a direct hit," he mused, not at all fazed by the other three boys' anger that was slowly building. "If it hadn't been for that, then the toxin would have killed him."
He then stopped talking.
His gaze had found (Y/N).
"(Y/N)..." he smiled, the look unnerving due to the corpse at his feet. "I finally found you..."
She didn't say anything.
She didn't even look disgusted or angered.
Instead, his blood chilled and his eyes widened from her next words were, "Who are you?"
