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"Illu~ You can be a real idiot sometimes, y'know?"

The magician said as he studied his nails, not even bothering to look at him as he said that. Illumi simply stared. Hisoka, noticing how he didn't respond, paused for a moment to look at him.

"What?"

"..."

"..."

Yesterday, his question about whether or not to use his nen on his parents was answered for him but not in the desired way. His father had texted him, multiple times in fact, and wanted him to return home. He had then proceeded to panic a little bit, Voice's anxiety didn't really help either, and Hisoka had to step in.

"He does realize that your father might send some of his butlers to retrieve you, right? Like- he can trace your phone..."

"So then just destroy the phone!" Hisoka replied, which left both of them stunned yet again.

"I'm sorry, what?" Illumi was confused, thoroughly confused, though it might not have shown.

"The little voice around here, been talkin' non stop since you got back." The magician elaborated as he leaned back, his smile curved into a grin. "A byproduct of your ability, perhaps?"

If he could see Voice, they would've shared a glance just now. If Hisoka could hear her, then how come the others couldn't?

"...That's not the point anyway, the point! Is that we don't know how this will go after the last... incident."

Hisoka raised a brow and let out a small 'hm'. "Why not just stay here? Surely even with those omugo, we'll keep them quiet?"

Illumi practically let himself face-plant onto the table, honestly feeling exhausted and... scared he supposed.

"That's not how it works, Hisoka. You know that. Especially after..." He paused and tilted his head to look at the magician. "That."

His expression seemed to darken just a little bit before returning to its usual air. Hisoka moved over to Illumi and gently patted his head, his smile softer now.

"Well then, we just won't have a repeat of last time. You can do that, right?"

Illumi stared at Hisoka for a long moment, searching his face for any signs of other emotion but it was difficult to tell with his eyes closed. He frowned as he raised a hand and, hesitantly, pressed the skin next to his eye.

"Why do you keep your eyes closed?"

The way he tensed, it made him frown more. But as quickly as it had come, it had left.

"No reason, Illu dear. Besides, you never answered my question."

Without needing to exchange words, both Illumi and Voice could tell something was amiss here. What it was, however, simply couldn't be placed.

"Yes, I can do that."

It was like... ever since he had gotten these strange emotions, Hisoka had been trying to suppress his own after the whole thing between them. For what reason? Illumi didn't know. He just knew that he didn't like it but would say nothing for now. Hisoka would tell him soon, he always did.

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Blood. Everyone, every single Spider, was covered in it. Not just figuratively, but quite literally.

"He sent them quickly." Kalluto whispered, a loud echo against the deafening silence.

Their father, as suspected, had sent some of his men to retrieve Illumi. This act of defiance, for it would surely be taken as one when he didn't return home, was essentially crossing the line. Black Widow studied him, as did some of the others.

"They're judging you." Voice said, and Illumi could feel cold hands on his shoulders. "They're watching you."

It was clear that Hisoka could hear what she was saying and didn't really like it, evident on the way his smile dimmed for a split second before widening again.

"So what if he did?" Illumi finally said, fingers curling. "We'll just kill them again."

"And if he comes himself?" Chrollo questioned.

That... Well, that was debatable. He would- he sighed. He would need Hisoka if it came to that, quite clearly. Other than that, escaping his parents' grip couldn't be that hard, could it? He mentally scoffed, a small frown making its way to his face. Who was he kidding? His parents could track him down in an instant, these feelings must be making him soft. If they were making him soft, then he would need to limit them. Once he limited them, then he could get down to business. He could get rid of his parents, for good this time.

"Then, we'll go with Illu's amazing plan!" The magician clasped his hands together in a pleased manner, obviously knowing what he was thinking. "We'll- oh, pardon. He'll kill them."

"You- can you really do that?" Feitan asked him, doubt clear despite half of his face being covered.

Illumi would pout, but he didn't know how. In fact, he just knew that it was a word used to describe some who got offended when belittled. Voice pouted for him.

"Hmph! You little shortie! Doubting Lulu when I doubt you could get rid of them yourself!"

He nodded, which the others took as an answer to Feitan's question instead of agreeing with Voice. Chrollo frowned as Black Widow coiled himself around the Head, seeming to still be worried. Both the magician and assassin took notice of this and Hisoka gave a small laugh.

"You look worried, Chrollo. Don't worry, it'll be fine."

They had returned back to their respective places after that, with Illumi writing nonstop in a journal Hisoka had given him once.

"Hey, Lulu?"

"Hm?"

He felt those same cold hands against him, but this time they wrapped around his neck. Something cold also seemed to place itself on the top of his head.

"Will you actually be able to get rid of your parents? I mean, putting up with this facade that all of your emotions don't overwhelm you, acting like everything is fine all the time, I'm not saying that it's bad or anything. It's just... What happens when you get a taste of their treatment again? Will you be able to hold onto your feelings?"

He paused in his writing, for he had thought about this possibility before. No, the inevitable fate.

"I already-"

Chime.

Both of them froze. His phone was off, the notification could only go off when-. He snatched the phone and quickly turned it on, clicking desperately at the notification.

Thump!

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He felt like crying. Honestly, truly, he did. He had immediately ran to Hisoka and Chrollo, practically begging them to come with him to visit Anafela. Little Lallumi was still wrapped in his arms, unable to see the horror show in the kitchen. Illumi didn't know why he didn't think his parents would know that he had gone there, for those idiots had picked up someone with at least some intelligence. Why that serve had been posted there was a mystery, but they had done part of their job.

"Lu?" The little girl stared at him with those gold eyes as she gently tugged at his sleeves. "Mum?"

Through the haze, her words were distant, barely registerable. Though he was able to answer her.

"Your mother isn't here right now."

That same icy feeling returned, both as a sign that Voice was here and in the form of an emotion. Soon, Voice's icy hands were replaced by someone else's, Hisoka's most likely, and he didn't realize how his grip had tightened on the girl as they moved to... a car. Yes, a car. Once they arrived back, it was on instinct that he moved to his new room, already full of his Nen Orbs and ready for use. Illumi opened the door and closed it immediately, ignoring the soft banging as someone else, unidentifiable, tried to get in. He then proceeded to set the girl down to grab two spheres, placing one down while keeping one in his hand. He ignored Voice's frantic reasoning and settled on one thing, Lallumi.