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Ħɇ's̷ Ⱥłwa̷ɏs̷ Ƀɇɇn̷ Ɨn̷ Łøvɇ

Young Illumi wandered through the streets of Glam Gas Island, feeling some sense of disdain as people eyed him as if wondering if he would make a good target for thievery or other such things. This was one of his more important missions, though it was relatively easy. The confirmation of such ease from his parents had allowed him to relax, even if just the slightest fraction, as he searched through the crowd for his targets. While he couldn't find them currently, he would eventually. Illumi would force their hand for them to come out of hiding if he needed to, and he was making no false or empty threats. After walking what seemed to be the entirety of what the streets had to offer, he took a guess and believed that they must be holed up somewhere else, the forest being his best bet. Even as he wandered the forest and found nothing for a while, he would not give up so easily on this mission. Needless to say, the ravenet had eventually found his targets and eliminated them successfully. However, Illumi felt as if there was someone else here, someone who was not one of his targets nor associated with them, simply curious eyes. He had brushed it off at the moment, believing them to be no real threat. After the killings, Illumi had gone to seek shelter somewhere in one of the towns and soon caught the scent of what seemed to be cherries. Illumi ignored it at first, but then grew somewhat curious and decided to follow it. What had surprised him was how the smell had led him to a clean and seemingly abandoned house, in shackles on the outside but in near perfect condition on the inside. He had then grown tense, for what if this was simply a trick? But as he explored the house further, he stumbled upon a small brightly colored box tied neatly with a green ribbon, a small tag attached to it.

Hello there, I don't know your name but you seem very interesting. I thought you might want these to clean up a bit and avoid having to waste money.

- Cheire.

Illumi, despite his better judgment, opened the box to reveal a cloth and neatly wrapped food. He tilted his head, confused as to why this Cheire would want to help him despite seeing what he had done. That was, of course, if he was the person who he felt watching him back in the forest. This process had repeated for the rest of the time he stayed on Glam Gas Island until he left, and Illumi believed that he would stop receiving gifts from Cheire. He had for a while, until one day one of the butlers had come to his room to deliver a black box wrapped with a silver ribbon saying that they had found the box addressed to him and they had to idea how it had gotten inside of the gates. Illumi was momentarily surprised before accepting the box, opening it once the butler had left. Inside was a needle of fair length and strong material. Confused at what the gift meant, he grabbed the tag and flipped to the message.

I had observed how you handled your daggers and after a while of thinking, I decided that you might want to try using a needle. Don't worry, it won't break easily.

- Cheire

So, he did try using the needle instead of his usual daggers and it surprisingly worked much better for him than his daggers did. When he created his first Nen weapon, he had created a needle. His parents had been surprised at first with his unusual weapon of choice, but after seeing how well he was with it decided it was best kept as such. The gifts persisted and Illumi began making a habit of checking near a bush over by the old brick wall to collect them. Then, one day, he caught Cheire sneaking in and placing the box down. However, even after delivering the gift, Cheire simply smiled and looked up in his direction.

"Hi, raven."

Illumi had been surprised, how had the boy known where he was? Despite this, he still clambered down from the tree he was hiding in and got a better look at Cheire. He was a pale boy with pinkish-red hair, wide golden eyes, and a star and tear on one cheek respectively. He wore a white shirt, torn at the sleeves, with black pants and black shoes. His mouth was curved in a mischievous smile with a certain glint in his eyes that made you know he was a troublemaker. Illumi didn't mind this as long as he caused no trouble for the ravenet himself.

"What's your name? I've been dying to know."

He hesitated, unsure if he should tell Cheire, but decided to while ignoring the possible dangers.

"Illumi, Illumi Zoldyck."

The boy's smile widened, and he outstretched his hand. He took it, if not a bit cautiously, and saw how sharp his nails were.

"Name's Cheire, well, it's actually Hisoka, but you can call me either of the two."

Upon seeing his confused gaze, Cheire- Hisoka, explained.

"Hisoka Cheire Morow, though I say Cheire when writing notes."

Illumi simply nodded, intrigued by his two names. Hisoka kept visiting and Illumi kept coming back, he even introduced Mike to the pale boy. It was not until they had known each other for a year that they wanted to try the Hunter trials. It excited Hisoka, for he had heard great things about it. Once Illumi turned twelve, he had left a note for his parents explaining he was going to check out some trial that might prove to have some benefit for their family. Seeing how he didn't get a phone call demanding he come back home, Hisoka simply shrugged and pulled Illumi away. The two had later met some other kid with black hair and eyes with similar pale skin. In the end, Hisoka and Illumi decided to disappear from the trial after learning they'd probably have to go up against the kid, Cross they called him, for they could probably get away with not fighting each other but might have to fight Cross. As far as they knew, Cross probably got accepted into the program. They decided they would try again when they were older and Cross had said that he would come every year until they came back. Illumi sighed as he rested his head against Hisoka's chest, running his nails over the magician's arm.

"It was Chrollo, wasn't it?"

"The kid who we called Cross? Most definitely." Hisoka agreed, beginning to stroke Illumi's hair as he usually did when alone.

"Ah.. explains why he didn't meet up with us at our trial."

Illumi rolled his shoulders and stretched before giving Hisoka a smile.

"And I believe you're right, you really have been so attached to me, even eighteen years ago. Cheire."

Hisoka puffed out a laugh at the name, a playful grin replacing his smile.

"You remembered?"

Now it was Illumi's turn to laugh, shaking his head as he did so.

"Of course I did, you're not the only one who remembers what the other says."

Hisoka sat down on the floor while propping himself up using Illumi's bed. Simply the way he sat made Illumi know he wanted to comb his hair.

"Oh alright, but after this we need to go check on the others."

"Especially Lallumi." Hisoka hummed quietly.

"Yes, yes Lallu- Wait! Lallumi!"

The magician grabbed him by the waist and sat him down on his lap while he continued to comb his hair, an amused smile upon his face.

"She'll be fine, Edasi's playing with her."

Illumi let out a soft sigh as he relaxed a bit, happy to stay here with Hisoka knowing everyone else would be fine.