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» You are a notorious writer and proud owner of a library, one day your first customer, Chrollo, tells you to meet him on September 1st, leaving the location blank, challenging you to a game of catch.
"You didn't hear screams late at night, yesterday?" My voice drew lower, less confident of what I had heard.
"No, dear." Mr. Leafsteam repeated, his face wrinkling more before he eyed his wife.
"Maybe you should rest, Y/N. You look... Exhausted." She said worried, I could only sigh and agree.
"You're right. I'm so tired and stressed that I started to hear things." My eyes fell on the other side of the road, to my new neighbour's house and then to my own, on the right. Hiro was a rather creepy guy, but so was I to be awake at 3 a.m., barely holding a sleep schedule together.
As a genius writer, the need to keep writing good books was getting on my nerves, my ideas becoming flat, unappealing now that I had written so much. My life was all about writing and no thrill came of it so I could grow inspired.
I politely said my goodbyes to the Leafsteams and walked to Chiaroscuro, my library in the centre of Aeclos, a two storey building, with a royalty décor and comfort, filled with elaborate bookshelves of all kinds of books. I walked inside, being greeted by Lin, a purple haired girl who had fallen in love with my library and I couldn't be happier to have her working here.
The natural lighting that came through the many windows, hit the stairs, making the gold edges sparkle and reflect on the shelves and books, a fantasy look.
The day went by quietly, it was only when I was returning to my lovely house, that I saw a large group of people, near a police car. They were asking about Rie, the chocolate-maker, her shop was next to mine.
"The woman was brutally murdered after being raped; we're waiting for the reports of the doctors, but we also believe she was badly tortured. If anyone has any clue or lead for us ...", I felt air escaping my lungs, wondering if I had heard her screams.
Hiro was there, in the verge of tears and nodding along with the horrified gasps of other people. Could it be the screams didn't come from his house? Or is he just faking it?
I walked to the policeman and told him that I had heard screams nearby, here in the neighbourhood, but he shook it off disclosing that Hiro had already said he had seen suspicious people in another neighbourhood in his jogging route. When I left, Hiro looked at me with a rather dangerous glint in his green eyes.
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I typed at the speed of light as an idea sparkled in my mind after weeks of pure frustration. How come the good ideas only come at night? Over the sound of my quick typing I heard loud thuds against something, things breaking and a muffled scream. Took me some seconds to actually understand what I had just heard. I got up, hand grazing the bedside table lamp, wondering if I could get any writing material out of it.
Another screech outside shoved those thoughts away as I ran to grab my phone and call the police. I leaped to the window and felt horrified as I heard the screams choke down without doing anything to stop whatever was happening.
The blue and red lights of the police flashed as the car entered the neighbourhood, and all I saw was a purple shadow leaving the house so quick my eyes were probably tricking me.
The rest of the night was spent answering questions, without knowing what exactly had happened in that house. After being assured that I did in fact the right thing, autopilot took in, leading me to my bed and drifting to sleep.
Waking up at 6 p.m. was not unusual, but this lifestyle sure wasn't good for my health. Flashes of a long questioning session with the police ruined my mood.
Hungrily, I searched for something easy to make, and 2 hours later there I was, stomach full, bath taken, some casual clothes on ready to pass by Chiaroscuro to make sure everything was alright. I left my cosy house and grabbed my mail on the way to my bookstore/library. It was a 15-minute walk and, honestly, I needed some time to set my mind straight and return to my "normal" life like nothing happened.
"Bills... Bills... Thanks letter... Invitation to a fancy party..." As a renowned writer, many high society people enjoyed inviting me to their parties. Whenever I feel like it I attend some parties. Mostly for book research and pissing random people off~. "Ugh I need to bring a date? Well, guess this bitch ain't going~."
Distracted, I reached Chiaroscuro quickly. Shoving my mail in my bag to maybe read it later, I walked in.
"Oh~ You look like shit today." I rolled my eyes at the first costumer I had when I opened Chiaroscuro some years ago, we became good friends. He traveled a lot, so I usually forgave him not returning the books in time.
"Why~ Thank you Chrollo!" I chirped as I grabbed the nearest book to throw.
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> Author's Note: Hello~~ I was thinking about copying my first chapter and altering it, but then cringed at my writing from 2 years ago so I changed a few things~ Since you're probably reading this after reading my Illumi x Reader fanfiction, this chapter isn't anything new~
This chapter is a bit smaller than usual but from now on the story will shift to something different so, I'll be free of the timeline I had set in the beginning of USEFUL.
