unwaver [illumi zoldyck]

Chapter 11 - Flashback in Time x Emiko and Feitan Portor

A sigh escaped Emiko's lips as she ambled down the spiraling staircase that led to the gigantic ballroom. She tugged on the fabric of her dress. She wore a greenish-blue gown made of soft, satiny fabric, long and loose. A semicircular, high collar made of silk-like materials headed the ankle-length robe. A puff of wind swept through her silver hair before it slipped into the crowd.

"So," she began, after successfully descending down the staircase, "This is what it has come to."

Market stalls lined the entire ballroom, and Emiko paused for a moment to survey the flamboyant scene, and observe the milling throng. Lovers strolled hand in hand, casually browsing, whilst important figures hustled and bustled, and haggled over the price of the exotic fruits and other imported merchandise, with vendors of various nationality.

The celebration was a riot of colour, everyone a little more hyped up than they should be. Music fills the air without effort, like waves filling holes in beach sand; the sound rushing in and around every person in the room. Some react to the beat, others continue in chatter. Emiko's eyes ate up the scene, her limbs feeling supercharged and her head giddy.

"It appears so. By the end of the night, this room's wallpaper will be painted red."

Illumi vacantly scanned the entire room, then glanced down at his hands, as if considering alternative options.

Emiko tilted her head up to look at him. He was dressed in one of the finest suits any one could buy on this side of the mountain. Tailor made, flawless. Perfect skin, perfect hair, perfect teeth, and he smelled quite good -

She cleared her throat upon acknowledging her train of thought taking an awry turn.

Illumi and Emiko's mission today was simple. Kill everyone in this room.

Their targets, mainly, were twenty Mafia bosses, all with extremely prominent statuses in the underworld. Yet, it would have been too much of a hassle to track them down one-by-one, as they were located in different time zones. Hence, the ostentatious excuse of an auction party. A fun, extravagant 'business' gathering, if you will. The hook of their invitation laid in the items in the Estate.The Zoldycks have attended many auctions, to enlarge their collection of rare collectibles. Illumi and Emiko simply had to state they were open for bidding.

More people have shown up than anticipated. Most with inner connections to the Mafias, and most with connections to those with inner connections. They all looked astonished to be inside the Zoldyck estate, tittering like excited children, ready to tell their friends about their experiences.

It didn't matter. By the end of the night, no one would live to tell the tale.

To make matters seem more legitimate and realistic, on behalf of the Zoldycks, they had invited merchants, fortune tellers, tarot readers, and various kinds of people from all over the world to set up their stalls, and promote their business or product. The room was an odd combination of characters and personas.

"That looks interesting," Emiko stopped at one particular stall after wandering around.

"Hm? What is it?" Illumi peered down at the table, lined with a red velvet cloth. On the table was an array of various goods and ingredients. Illumi recognised a few - cobra venom, powdered Falcon talons, a tip of a parrot's beak and dried poison ivy.

Emiko was on the other side of the table.

Arrayed on the table were what looked like priceless gems, but one that caught her eye was one that shone in the glare of electricity, like mystical serpent-eyes--green, pomegranate and water-blue.