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HALF(have a little fun) pt. ix

→ Sayomi Zoldyck is the eldest child and twin sister to Illumi, of the renowned Zoldyck family of assassins. At the age of ten she’s taken away to Meteor City by her mother, Kikyo Zoldyck, unbeknownst to the rest of the family, as well as newborn Killua, and left to fend for herself. This is the story of the long-lost Zoldyck and those she becomes acquainted with, all while she just wants to have a little fun.

» part nine / ?

» pairing: eventually - chrollo x oc x feat. hisoka

» warnings: swearing, blood/violence, minor angst

» a/n: short chapter D:! edit: i’ve tried and tried but it just doesn’t flow right when i try to make this into an x reader:// HALF will be an oc fic and i’ve decided to cut the backstory here;( thanks for the love and support!

» word count: 2,494

☾ix. pt. ix: youth

3 months later

Loud, bass-bumping music and too many flashing lights fueled the exhilaration and excitement of one of the biggest night clubs in Yorknew City.

Sayomi had defeated her second opponent on the 200th floor with the help of Hisoka’s training earlier today, making this little outing a sad excuse for a celebration.

In reality, Hisoka just wanted to see whether Sayomi could dance or not.

He had insisted they go out and experience the nightlife the city had to offer, and with Sayomi still upbeat from her match, they found themselves sneaking into Octagon- a hip club located in the heart of Yorknew City.

Though technically Hisoka was 21 and therefore could have gone about this in an easier way, he insisted they sneak in ‘just for the fun of it’. The truth was that he’d been kicked out of the club previously after using his ‘magic tricks’ to make people’s arms disappear, but it made his intrusion all the more fun.

As Hisoka watched the floor from his spot at the bar with a drink held loosely in one hand, Sayomi was currently lost in a crowd of passionate clubbers, her violet eyes gleaming with the thrill of the environment.

The black and silver dress she wore highlighted her figure as well as electrifying eyes and hair, the metallic material dazzling under the club lights as she lost herself in the music and people.

She was letting herself go for the night like she often did on her chaotic trips to the city with Hisoka. Free from repressive parents or a fight for her life, Sayomi was at peace with her new life, expressing herself however she wanted to.

Draining the rest of his Cosmopolitan, Hisoka’s eyes shifted to the young assassin, his face remaining expressionless as he watched her draw a crowd with her alluring glow.

He’d been staring so intensely he didn’t even notice a man take the seat next to him. The sound of the man’s voice established his presence, yet Hisoka’s line of sight ceased to drift from the girl with the bright silver hair.

“A stunner isn’t she?”

Hisoka blinked slowly, hardly registering the man’s words. A stunner indeed, but what more? “A pretty face doesn’t mean a pretty soul.”

The man laughed, setting his drink down on the bar to face Hisoka. “I take it she isn’t yours then? That’s a relief.”

Hisoka rested his chin in the palm of one of his finely manicured hands, his other tapping on the smooth surface of the bar impatiently. He couldn’t seem to figure out why his bloodlust was seeping through as he followed Sayomi with his eyes.

His? She could never belong to any man, she was her own person.

“Careful with your words there, I’d hate for them to be your last.” His words were venomous, filled with the intent to kill.

Hisoka’s nails had cut through the skin of his own cheek, his other hand clenched into a fist on the bar’s surface.

The man had shifted away from him, quietly taking his leave as he watched crimson seep down Hisoka’s pale fingers.

Over the past 3 months, he’d been able to fight her more than enough times, and now he no longer felt the same intoxicating feeling when he was with her. Sayomi never fought Hisoka to hurt him, only with the intentions of improving her own skills, which in turn left Hisoka aching for more.

However, as the days progressed he was slowly coming to the conclusion that the Zoldyck girl had an undeniable flaw. She doesn’t put up a fight when I’m with her.

He was losing interest in the girl who’d once swayed his unshakable feelings, and it distressed him that he almost felt bad for wanting to leave her behind.

His sharpened fingernails dug farther into the pale skin of his cheek as he watched Sayomi throw her slender arms around a man she’d only just met.

She was laughing and smiling, her silky voice seeming to reach his ears through the music and cheers from where he sat. Loud and clear, the sound of her laughter rang through Hisoka’s head in an almost painful way.

She was becoming a weakness to the man who believed himself to be the strongest, and that didn’t sit right with him at all.

☾ix.

Sayomi wasn’t too sure of what exactly it was that she felt towards Hisoka.

When he took her to dinner with an amazing view or complimented her progress with training, she couldn’t tell whether it was her lack of social contact or actual feelings that led her heart to race when she saw his face.

It didn’t help that on some days she could notice the way his voice softened when he spoke to her, only to leave her heart stinging with his harsh words on other days.

He was taking mixed signals to the next level, playing with her feelings while he was trying to figure out his own.

It was selfish and cruel, falsely gaining the trust of someone who’d been through so much betrayal, all for his own entertainment.

But that was just who Hisoka was, he didn’t care for distractions or hindrances. And as fast as he’d first fallen for the young assassin, he was already in the process of making himself forget her.

He was moving on.

☾ix.

3 months later

It was the day after Sayomi’s 7th match on the 200th floor of Heaven’s Arena. She’d been scheduling her fights randomly, with no regard for who her opponents would be.

With 7 wins under her name, she only needed 3 more to challenge a floor master.

However, with her longtime goal fast approaching, she wasn’t as happy as she thought she’d be.

It’d been about half a year since Sayomi had first met Hisoka, and all the excitement and jitters about spending time alone with a guy had died down.

It’d also helped that for some reason Hisoka was rather occupied recently. He rarely took her out to the city, claiming he had other business to attend to, and when they did go out, he’d always turn in first mumbling that he was tired.

Sayomi was no fool, she knew that Hisoka was either losing interest in her as well or felt his job was almost through. To herself, she hoped that it was the former, for it would hurt less than to find out he’d only been around her for business purposes.

Regardless, Sayomi’s current situation was puzzling. She stood waiting for what seemed like forever in front of Hisoka’s room, ready to go out and train.

However, after knocking more than enough times and even calling his cell, there was no sign of her trainer.

That’s odd.

Sayomi trained on her own that day, taking it upon herself to get strength training in at the gym.

It was the first time she’d spent an entire day without Hisoka since they’d started training. Deciding that he was out on his so-called ‘business’, Sayomi shrugged away his absence, going to sleep early for the first time in a while.

Yet, another day passed with no sign of the magician, and Sayomi began to grow concerned for his well-being. What if he was picked off by someone? No, he’s too strong to lose to anyone here… Did he pass out in his room?

Sayomi walked briskly to Hisoka’s room with a worried mind.

Once again there was no response to her knocking, and she decided she’d break into the room.

Using one of her longer needles, she picked the lock in no time, stepping into the unfamiliar room.

It was empty. Only the faint smell of bubble gum and something sweet lingered in the abandoned room, the closet and space empty.

There was a note left on the cleanly made bed, the red ink standing out from the otherwise white sheets surrounding the note.

That lazy ass, of course he’d leave a note in his own room.

Picking up the sheet, she read:

Zoldyck-

It’s about time you sneak into my room, I know you’ve thought about doing it before;)

But jokes aside…

I’m sorry, darling.

It’s not like me to apologize(you can ask Kite)and that alone scared me, because I feel like you’ve changed me. Your smile and intoxicating eyes make me weak in the knees…

And I despise myself for it.

I’m not sure why I’ve chosen to expose my faults to you, for that just makes you all the more dangerous to me.

But perhaps I want you to hold my weaknesses, and perhaps I’d like to see you come tear me apart. Yes, that must be it.

I’ve departed Yorknew City to meet up with your twin brother, as it seems as though he’s been searching for you. And perhaps I should have taken him to you instead, but I’m not, because when the time is right I’d like you all to myself.

So don’t forgive me, Sayomi. Resent me, grow stronger, and when the time comes I’ll bring your brother back to you.

Ah, and there is one thing I’d always wanted to tell you…

I always thought that you were most beautiful when you showed your true colors-

A cold-blooded, cold-hearted Zoldyck assassin with no regard for the pain and suffering of your victims.

Stop holding yourself back, people like us can be forgiven for our sins because of the hell we’ve been put through.

-Hisoka

☾ix.

A single tear rolled down Sayomi’s cheek.

And that was all.

The flurry of sudden information rendered Sayomi breathless as she tried to make sense of his words.

This idiot really just admitted his feelings for me after all this time right when he decides to leave me here. Selfish bastard.

And he knows Illumi… but how? Illumi was looking for me?

I have to become a floor master and get that clown to bring my brother back.

☾ix.

6 months later

Sayomi gazed out her window with a blank stare, 241 floors above the ground.

Just a week ago she’d claimed her spot on the 241st floor as the newest and youngest Floor Master at age 19.

She knew Hisoka would find out about her achievement soon, and all she could do now was wait.

Up until defeating and killing her last opponent, time had flown by easily. She was fueled by the goal of finding her brother and confronting Hisoka, but now that she was here, the loneliness began to sink in.

Kite and his student had taken off to another country in search of wildlife to study, leaving Sayomi all alone in Yorknew City.

She couldn’t help but laugh at the irony of her situation. Here she was at the top of the tallest building in Yorknew City, a place that others died trying to get to, yet she was unsatisfied.

Her face and name were plastered on billboards and posters all throughout the city, and citizens stood envious of the young teen’s life. She had enough money that she’d never have to work another day in her life, but in exchange she no longer had a family to accept her nor friends to laugh with.

Don’t feel sorry for yourself, there’s plenty of others that have it worse.

Sayomi sighed as she turned away from the window, grabbing her mask she’d started using as a floor master to attempt to conceal her identity.

I won’t have challengers for another month or so… might as well hit the city.

☾ix.

Sayomi walked through the dark streets of Yorknew City, her hands clasped behind her head and her eyes vacant.

She didn’t have a destination in mind, just mindlessly strolling through the city covered with news of her promotion to Floor Master. There were citizens recognizing her as well, pointing and jumping back as if she were some monster.

Though she couldn’t blame them, as her nen happened to be on the disturbing side. The replays of her fights were mostly censored, deemed too inhumane for the public eye as they played on repeat on the sides of buildings,

She wasn’t too sure how far she’d walked, spotting Heaven’s Arena rather far in the distance behind her. The shops and glamorous hotels began to fade as she approached the run down parts of Yorknew City.

It was an abandoned lot of buildings, the ground littered with oil cans and shattered glass. In a way it was tranquil, free from angry drivers and the revolted gaze of commoners.

Walking through an opening in the wired fences that surrounded the lot, Sayomi wandered through a certain building that’d caught her eye.

She felt a faint aura coming from the abandoned office building, but oddly enough it wasn’t hostile or repelling. It was rather comforting.

Sayomi’s curiosity grew as the aura increased, drawing her towards the room located at the far end of the first floor.

She saw the man before she sensed him, his large coat catching her attention. His back was turned to her crouched down on the dusty floor, the windows adjacent to him shattered, letting the pale moonlight reflect off of his coat.

St. Peter’s cross. Interesting taste in fashion…

Another careless step closer and the man’s head turned abruptly in her direction. Sayomi had ducked behind a wall, but not fast enough.

The man stood from his spot, revealing a vibrant patch of violets by his feet. Upon his loss in concentration, the flowers wilted, withering back into the cluttered floor as if they’d never been there in the first place.

Sayomi could see the man’s face from where she crouched, hidden by a barely intact wall. Her heart skipped a beat upon meeting his eyes, deep gray and captivating as he easily identified her from her hiding spot.

It felt as if time was frozen in place, the young man staring intensely into Sayomi’s eyes as if he could read her mind.

Sayomi was unmoving as well, having been caught examining his figure from behind the wall. He was by far the most appealing man she’d ever seen, his dark, raven hair slicked back to reveal a tattoo decorating the middle of his forehead, contrasting with his gentle eyes and youthful facial features.

Handsome, she thought.

The man took a slight step forward, snapping Sayomi out of his hypnotizing gaze as she sped off jumping through an empty window and out of the building.

Though she was eager to know what he’d been doing with the flowers, his aura had changed when he’d noticed her watching. It had been dangerous and intense, a total opposite of his warm and placid one when dealing with the violets.

Her quick steps transitioned into a run, feeling the need to distance herself from the lingering intensity of the mysterious young man’s aura.

She ran back towards the towering building of Heaven’s Arena, not stopping her pace a bit until she was met with the familiar neon signs and billboards that surrounded the heart of Yorknew City.

Her dreams were taken over by the man’s captivating eyes that night. His familiar aura had seemed to beckon her to him, as if she’d known him for 100 years prior.

But no matter how hard she thought that night, she couldn’t come up with an answer as to what he’d been doing with the violets conjured by his feet.

In her dreams she saw her own eyes within the vibrant flowers, it was an abstract thought, though for a second she wondered if he had meant for her to see them.

She quickly dismissed this, however, scoffing at the absurdity of her own thoughts.

What am I, a child? I must be beyond lonely if I think some random guy has something to do with me.

Though deep down inside her heart, she wished it were true. To be fated to somebody, needed by somebody who she could trust with her darkest secrets and love.

☾ix.

to be continued.

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HALF(have a little fun) pt. viii

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» part eight / ?

» pairing: eventually - chrollo x oc x feat. hisoka

» warnings: swearing, blood/violence, minor angst

» a/n: helloo~ this is my first write ever, and it’ll probably be a pretty long series. I’m also balancing school and a part-time job so forgive me for slow updates! If you’re reading this, thank you so much for showing interest and please leave comments below with your inputs!

» word count: 3,287

☾viii. part viii: hisoka

“You, my dear, are going to be quite the pleasure to work with.”

What the hell is this creep.

Sayomi grabbed the man’s wrist, catching his hand midway down her face. “How did Kite ever get forced into meeting you? Ah nevermind that, um… I’m done for the day, soo may I suggest we catch up some more tomorrow?”

The man stared at Sayomi’s tightening grip on his wrist, smiling. “But of course, my apologies for keeping you up darling.”

Sayomi grimaced at the title he continued to use. “Sayomi. You can call me Sayomi. What’s your name anyway?”

He raised his eyebrows at her boldness. It wasn’t everyday someone would stand up to his antics, Kite was right about her brazen attitude. “Alright, Sayomi. My name is Hisoka Morow, but you can call me whatever you want.”

Sayomi bit her tongue at his suggestive tone, holding back from insulting her soon-to-be nen trainer. “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you, Hisoka. But if you’ll excuse me I’m in desperate need of a shower and some sleep.”

With that, Sayomi pushed past the taller man, making her way to the bathroom for some privacy.

Upon the sound of the bathroom door shutting, Hisoka grinned from his spot by the door. Well, aren’t you the little hothead… I can see our days together will be nothing but fun.

☾viii.

Hisoka exited the room, strolling into the vast hallway with a hum on his lips. As he walked towards the opposite side of the 200th floor living quarters, his mind flashed to the assassin he had met along his journey around the world.

There had been a rather interesting nen user at long last, capturing all his attention the moment he’d saw him take out a street gang.

This interesting assassin looked to be around his late teens to early 20s, featuring long, silky black hair and empty, dark eyes.

Hisoka had approached the young assassin following his successful mission, with the intent of sparking a conversation or learning more about the mysterious teen’s identity.

Eventually coming into contact with the teen, Hisoka recognized the Zoldyck family emblem on the transceiver he held.

Another Zoldyck? Kite mentioned his student was 18, which makes her the eldest of the family… But wasn’t the eldest child a male the last time I checked their hiring list?

So this must be the one I saw on the list… but then who’s the girl?

A hidden twin?

“A Zoldyck assassin… I’m graced to be in your presence.”

The Zoldyck boy blinked, clearly uninterested in any idle chatter. “Ah. Do you need someone killed?”

Hisoka grinned, wishing to invoke some sort of emotion out of the boy. “No. But would you still be interested in what I have to say?”

Frowning slightly, the boy sighed, “I suppose… you made an effort to stop me after all. What is it?”

Satisfied with catching the boy’s attention, Hisoka continued, “Wonderful, you see I’m no man for family affairs or relations… but this time a situation seems to have fallen into my lap.”

The Zoldyck boy tensed up ever so slightly, now paying full attention to the man in front of him. “What about my family?”

Hisoka took note of the boy’s clenched fists. “Illumi Zoldyck, 18 years old and supposedly eldest child of the Zoldyck Family. But if that’s the case, who is this 18 year old girl my friend is gifting me with to enjoy? I believe her name was… Sayomi Zoldyck?”

At the sound of her name, Illumi froze. Rage boiled deep within the emotionless boy at his careless disposition of her name. With a clenched jaw and temper evident in his tone, he demanded information from the stranger, forgetting all logic. “Where is she.”

Hisoka grinned at the return of the boy’s murderous aura, sensing the raw power he’d seen while following him. “So she isn’t a fake, then? Interesting indeed, the almighty Zoldyck family has a hidden daughter… which makes you her twin? But why would the Zoldyck family do something so unprofitable? Perhaps she isn’t hidden, but banished?”

Illumi was seething with anger at this point. He was reminded of all the years his twin had been gone, and maybe even dead, yet he was here alive and well. “Stay out of our family business. Where is she and how did you manage to catch her?”

“Woah now, don’t jump to conclusions. I’ll tell you all about your dear twin if you’ll accept my proposal.” Hisoka was enjoying Illumi’s frantic state, taking advantage of his weaknesses.

Illumi was desperate. He had no idea as to where Sayomi was or how she was doing. “What is it you want from me?”

☾viii.

Hisoka smiled to himself as he recalled the past events.

Jesus, they look nothing alike… but those feisty attitudes-

I can’t wait to break them.

The magician hummed happily as he practically pranced back to his room, ever so excited for the next events in his life.

I have one Zoldyck as my sworn friend and ally, searching for his lost twin. And then I have another Zoldyck, oblivious to her desperate twin, and most likely reluctant to return to her family.

Hisoka ran a hot shower and slept like a baby that night, his heart content at the family feud now resting in his hands.

☾viii.

Sayomi registered her first fight in the 200s for her deadline which would be 90 days from now. She was eager to fight right this instant, but she remembered what Kite had said about the skill gap when transitioning to nen and weapon fights.

It was early in the morning, contrasting her previous words of sleeping in until noon.

Stepping into the 200th floor gym, Sayomi looked up to see a familiar magician. Hisoka.

“Morning, darling. You ready to start training?”

Sayomi flattened at his continued use of the title, sighing in response. “Ready as I’ll ever be, Hisoka.”

☾viii.

With Sayomi officially under his wing as her new trainer, the very first thing Hisoka did was take her to get breakfast.

A rather annoyed Sayomi reluctantly tailed the gleeful man, questioning his choices. “Hisoka, I don’t need breakfast. When are we gonna start working on my nen?”

Hisoka only grinned as he chose a rather colorful pastry from the selection, its original appearance hidden by layers of frosting and sugar.

“Dear, I’m not only here to train your nen, though we’ll get to that later today. Kite informed me that you aren’t very familiar with the normal lifestyle of youth like yourself, so I’ll be showing you how to truly live here in Yorknew City.”

Sayomi squinted at this, clearly confused as to what he was referring to. Choosing a small castella from the bunch, she dismissed his enthusiasm, “Sure, sure, whatever. I’ll play along with whatever you have in mind as long as we get to the fighting part.”

☾viii.

It was a rather new experience for Sayomi, eating breakfast 200 floors above the ground across from an attractive guy.

If her parents saw her now they’d be flipping out at the situation.

Turning this thought around in her head, Sayomi couldn’t help but enjoy the simple yet strangely foreign setting.

Back at home and Meteor City, she would eat in silence with her family, always showing the best manners. And with the Mafia, she spent her meal breaks alone, eating just enough to satisfy her hunger before going out again.

So to sit here and actually enjoy breakfast was a new feeling for Sayomi. It felt almost wrong to eat with her elbows on the table or her posture slouched, but at the same time, she felt so free.

The two ate in silence for the most part, aside from Sayomi shin-kicking Hisoka when he somehow stole the rest of her castella without using his hands.

She’d laughed when he choked on the stolen castella, his hands reaching down for his bruising shin.

The string of curses he let out as he swallowed the rest of the bread only fueled Sayomi’s enjoyment even more, her violet eyes crinkling shut as she held her stomach with laughter.

Hisoka had glanced up at the sound of her melodic laugh, now out of her view as he pretended to tend to his bruised shin. You’re so much more appealing when you smile… is what he had wanted to say, but he saved his words seeing that it would most likely ruin the moment.

So instead he chose to play along, glaring at the girl across from him as he tried to withstand a smile.

☾viii.

With their short breakfast having past, Hisoka led Sayomi to the gym once again.

It was a bit later in the morning now, as other contestants living on the floor began to show their faces. On the walk to the gym, Sayomi could feel their piercing glares, though none of them chose to approach her.

Beside her, Hisoka spoke barely above a whisper, “Ready for that fighting you were talking about?”

Sayomi glanced up at the taller man, confused at his sudden scheming tone.

Sensing her uncertainty, Hisoka continued a bit louder this time, “Nen Initiation. You’re a new face on the 200th floor, which means that the moment I leave your side, they’ll take any opportunity to threaten you into a fight. Here in the 200s, nen and experience are everything.”

Sayomi nodded in understanding, shooting a stare back at a particular man who’d been showcasing his bloodlust. Gazing back up at Hisoka, she muttered, “You think I’d stand a chance?”

Nimble steps coming to a sudden stop, Hisoka looked down at the smaller girl. “Well, why don’t we find out?”

Turning on his heel, Hisoka started in the opposite direction of Sayomi, leaving her at the entrance of the gym on her own.

Once Hisoka was far out of sight, a few of the contestants made their way to the new fighter.

Sayomi smirked from where she stood, stepping to face the approaching contestants. “Anyone up for some sparring?”

One of the men, the same one she’d sensed the bloodlust off of, laughed at her question. “Sparring? How about a little bet instead?”

Sayomi feigned ignorance, pretending to be confused at the man’s proposal. “A bet? You want more money?”

The man scoffed, his anger rising visibly. “Nice try, girl. A bet for your life. Whoever wins lives and the loser dies. Are you in?”

Laughing at the man, Sayomi swept her hair back in a single movement. “If you wanted a fight to the death, why didn’t you say so? I happen to be a little restless for blood so why don’t you step on over here?”

Sayomi was taunting her opponent, in hopes that he’d make hasty movements and screw himself over. She knew she would be beat in experience or nen, so this was her only option.

Though he came close to losing his temper, the man calmed himself, surrounding his figure in a glowing aura.

Compared to Hisoka and Kite this guy has no power. I wonder what skill he has?

Sayomi surrounded herself with her own aura, deep purple and menacing.

The man flinched at this, but only slightly before regaining his focus.

Reaching for a needle from the band around her left thigh, Sayomi positioned them between her knuckles.

At this point her only choice was to either use her hypnotic spell or brute force of her needles, as she wished to conceal her more disturbing skills.

The man clasped his hands together, forming a nen axe.

Sayomi rolled her eyes, sensing this would be a rather short fight. She obviously had the distance advantage, rendering the man’s axe completely useless.

Alright, I’m not sure why you’d choose to do that when I have long-distance attacks.

The man took a few warm up swings in the air, confident in his strength. “You’re over with now, you little-”

The faint whistling sound of Sayomi’s first needle cut the man off. Frozen in place, the man shuddered at the foreign feeling entering his bloodstream.

The needles were nasty, and even with the little nen power Sayomi had, she was able to deform the man’s face where the needle had hit, twisting and distorting to the point where others looked away.

The man fell to his knees, screaming in agony at the sheer pain he was in.

Sayomi’s expression remained unchanged, just as if she was taking out another target. She slid the rest of her needles back into their place, deeming them unnecessary to defeat her weak opponent.

With a lift of her chin, her nen increased in power, putting the man out of his misery with a final scream of pain.

The rest of the contestants began to move once again, shuffling their way away from the massacre and back to their lives.

As Sayomi kneeled beside the dead man to retrieve her needle, a familiar face approached her from down the hall clapping softly as he walked.

“Hisoka.” Sayomi pulled her needle out from the man’s forehead, turning her head to greet the magician.

There was a smile on Hisoka’s lips, he’d been watching her fight from a distance. “Darling.”

Sayomi let out an exasperated breath, blowing her bangs away from her face. Unbeknownst to Hisoka, Sayomi’s face flushed as she turned away from him, pretending to examine her work on the dead man’s face.

Nevertheless, he continued, his applause coming to a halt. “I must say, your technique was most attractive. It seems all you need now is repetition and experience.”

“Right. Can we get to training now?” Sayomi blushed at Hisoka’s words, careful not to lift her face as she feigned annoyance in her tone.

“Training? That was your training for today. I just wanted to see what I was working with, and as a bonus you’ve established a reputation for yourself.”

Sayomi’s head shot up at this. “That’s it?! What are we gonna do for the rest of the day then?”

Grinning at her surprise, Hisoka sensed an opportunity. “We? Getting attached to me already, darling? Well… I suppose we could have a little fun if you’ll loosen up that temper of yours.”

Sayomi groaned at his lack of seriousness. I could use a little fun, though.

Dusting off her knees as she stood hesitantly, Sayomi glanced at the older boy. “Are you being serious?”

Hisoka, having not expected her to agree so quickly blinked in surprise. “About having fun? Don’t tell me you’ve never gone shoplifting? Or terrorized those boring offices?”

Sayomi only stared down at her shoes, suddenly feeling ashamed of her dreary lifestyle.

Hisoka caught on to the girl’s lack of attitude, feeling a very brief wave of what seemed to be sympathy before choosing to laugh at her. “Chin up, darling, people like us deserve to enjoy the small things when we can. Let’s hit the city, yeah?”

Surprised at the sudden softness of his voice, Sayomi made eye contact with Hisoka once more, the corner of her lips twitching up into a grin.

People like us… he says it like we’re untouchable or something.

But, in a good way.

Feeling her confidence return, Sayomi ran a hand through her bright white hair as she spoke up. “You know what, yeah. I’ll take you up on that.”

☾viii.

A streak of brilliant white followed closely behind a similar streak of red through the streets of Yorknew City.

To normal citizens, only a sharp breeze was left in trace of the two newly formed companions, and occasionally a melodic laugh or a sinister giggle.

The older boy with the mismatch face paint decorating his cheeks flicked his cards out to cut through tires of unexpecting cars, while the girl flung tiny needles from her knuckles, shattering the glass of luxury designer stores.

The two were unstoppable, free to vandalize the city at their will, as they were much more powerful than the police chasing after them could ever be.

They had been born with this power, and while whether it was a blessing or a curse was still uncertain, at times like this they chose to forget and wreak havoc to their hearts’ content.

On the 10th floor of a department store in the mall, the magician tossed colorful outfits the girl’s way. Designer dresses, elegant pumps, a string of pearls… they were lost in the moment, ignoring the chastising glares of onlookers and staff.

With bags full of stolen goods, the pair made a run for it to the roof. Only to jump and use their exceptional speed to trek down the side of the building with ease.

The girl was laughing so hard that tears threatened to spill out of the corners of her glowing, violet eyes, her arms full of bags and her legs moving without restraint to follow the grinning boy in front of her.

Twisting and turning through shortcuts of the city’s streets with her smiling behind him, the boy felt like he’d never been more alive. Sure, he’d done this many times before, but never with somebody else.

Was it even better because she was that somebody else? He’d never know.

The night eventually came to an end, with the two walking side by side back to the towering building that soared far above the rest of the city, Heaven’s Arena.

It was still all fun and games on the way up to the 200th floor, the two trying to decide who’d stolen more stuff than the other. The young assassin’s eyes glimmered with what seemed like innocence and a child’s excitement, something she hadn’t experienced in over a decade.

As the door to her room gradually approached, the fun dissolved with a heavy air of silence.

The boy’s face paint had smeared to leave only a trace of color on his pale cheeks, which turned the lightest shade of pink as he gazed down at the nimble girl beside him.

And though he’d had a million thoughts running through his mind and at least a thousand things he’d wanted to say to her, he’d held his tongue.

‘Not now’, he’d thought. His goal had only been to make her smile, and with the winded yet still giddy expression across her stunning facial features, he was satisfied with just a delicate hand on her shoulder as he bid her ‘good night’.

☾viii.

Coming down from the high of the events that night, Hisoka thought back to his run-in with the Zoldyck boy once more.

“What is it you want from me?” Illumi had demanded.

Hisoka had explained his search for entertainment in the form of rivals, attempting to strike a deal with the Zoldyck boy to keep him around as an ally.

He proposed that he would eventually lead Illumi to his sister, given that he found he could trust him over a certain amount of time.

That amount of time would provide Hisoka with an opponent to spar and enjoy fighting with, a win-win situation for the two of them.

Illumi told Hisoka to contact him whenever he needs him or when he’s ready to tell him where his sister is and left without another word.

☾viii.

Hisoka was confusing what he thought was affection for Sayomi with another source of entertainment. But because of his selfish nature, he chose to ignore this fact, keeping the truth about her brother from her.

It seemed only time would tell when she’d figure out about the secret pact between him and her brother, but he was willing to risk it if it meant he’d get to keep playing around with her.

Right when she’d thought she could be content living like this without her family, Sayomi had been deceived once again.

☾viii.

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HALF(have a little fun) pt. vii

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» part seven / ?

» pairing: eventually - chrollo x oc x feat. hisoka

» warnings: swearing, blood/violence

» word count: 4,732

☾vii. part vii: start of something new

Waking up in a warm, quiet room 199 floors from the ground at Heaven’s Arena, Sayomi sat up in her bed, blinking the sleep from her eyes.

She had slept more soundly than she had in a while, between Meteor City and the watching eyes of the Mafia.

But maybe it was the faint, earthy scent that Kite had left behind, or perhaps it was the fact that Sayomi was now free to live on her own in one of the most populated cities in the world. She decided it was the latter this time around.

A good night’s sleep had proved to resolve the conflicting thoughts in her head, as Sayomi settled that Kite was a good friend, and would never be anything more.

In this way, she was able to accept the reality that there had never been anything more than friendly interactions between them, and it would stay that way.

In all honesty, she needed a teacher if she was going to make a life out of fighting at Heaven’s Arena. And judging by the immense aura Kite had surrounding him even while he was resting, she knew he outclassed her in nen abilities.

As of now her nen acted as her last line of defense, still being rather inconsistent and hard to control. Though she had improved a great deal with her independent training in Meteor City, she still had a lot to learn about the potentials of her abilities.

Stretching out her limbs and rising from bed, Sayomi got ready for the day ahead of her.

☾vii.

Kite and his student were waiting for Sayomi on the 60th floor, as Stick Dinner had his 60s match later today.

The three would train in the gym on this floor as they waited for Stick’s match to come around. It was rather empty because the 60th floor was merely a transitioning floor where contestants would come and go.

Kite started his two students off with a basic nen introduction, explaining the four major principles: Ten, Zetsu, Ren, and Hatsu.

Sayomi had already learned all about nen and its history back when she was around 4 years old alongside Illumi. Kite was aware of this as well but needed to explain the basics to Stick.

A long lecture and one Water Divination Test later, and Stick was now educated of his nen abilities and excited to learn more.

They had now moved onto attempting to recognize Stick’s hatsu, which would become his own personal nen ability.

Sayomi’s own hatsu was already established, being her hypnotic spell and corpse control. And because she had only truly used it while fighting for her life in Meteor City, she still had significant difficulties with using her power.

Kite was also aware of Sayomi’s hatsu from the days he’d used to visit Kukuroo Mountain. He remembered Sayomi demonstrating her power on weak intruders and aggressive animals, their deceased corpses moving like puppets at her command.

Though he’d never say it out loud, it was quite terrifying.

For this exact reason, Kite had apologetically said Sayomi should wait until she was free to use nen in the 200s battles to train her hatsu. It was just too dangerous to practice for the purpose of training.

Therefore, instead of practicing her hatsu like Stick, Sayomi was put to work training her ren. She would have to maintain it for an hour today, and Kite mentioned she would eventually progress to longer durations of time.

Sayomi’s ren was intense, she had to stay 10 feet away from anyone else to make sure she didn’t affect them. Her body was surrounded in a malicious, deep purple shroud of energy, contrasting with Kite’s pure white aura.

☾vii.

Half an hour had passed with Kite’s training, said man working with Stick to strengthen his hatsu while Sayomi stood concentrated on maintaining her ren.

As of now, she was still fine, just rather bored with the method of training.

She opted to watch the on-going fights on the monitor above her instead of staring at the wall in front of her. However, this proved to be even worse, as the contestants she watched were all terribly amateur.

Sighing when she saw a contestant trip over his own feet on the monitor, she had caught Kite’s attention. “Not tired yet?”

Sayomi looked to Kite with a guilt-ridden expression. “Ah, not yet, but that’s not why I… nevermind. Sorry!”

Kite let out a rather short laugh at her frantic apology, walking just outside her ren aura to stand in front of her.

“No need to apologize. This exercise is meant to be a drag, it trains not only strengthening your nen, but also patience and putting mind over body. Looks like… you have about 20 minutes left, keep it up!”

Sayomi smiled weakly at Kite’s attempt at encouragement. He was a blunt person by nature so to anyone else his words probably came across as sarcastic, but Sayomi recognized his sincerity.

She thanked him with a short smile.

Around the 50 minute mark, Sayomi was finally breaking out a sweat, her arms and legs had actually been burning for a while now, but she’d been holding in any signs of weakness.

She was getting a little dizzy now, putting more force into her legs in order to stay upright and not swaying along with the room in front of her.

“Annnd time. Sayomi your hour’s up.”

Sayomi’s ren faded as she fell back to lean against the wall for support.

Damn, I must be out of shape or something.

Kite stepped over to where Sayomi stood trying to catch her breath. “Not as easy as you thought?”

She looked up with a sneer. “I’m just getting started, gimme a week and I’ll pass you up.”

Kite’s eyes were now filled with amusement. Having sent Stick off to standby for his match, he took a seat in front of Sayomi, motioning for her to do the same.

Sayomi sat cross-legged with her head resting against the wall, her eyes closed as she attempted to regenerate her aura.

“What’s your record anyway?”

Kite looked across at the exhausted girl. “About a day.”

“A DAY?!” Sayomi’s eyes flew open at Kite’s response, clearly having underestimated her instructor.

He only nodded in return, wishing to change the subject off of himself. “If I may ask... what exactly is the eldest daughter of the Zoldyck family doing at a place like Heaven’s Arena?”

There was the question. She was surprised he hadn’t asked her earlier.

To lie or not to lie…

“My parents sent me here as a test of strength. I’m not allowed back until I reach the very top.” Sayomi lied through her teeth, not wanting to tell Kite about her banishment.

That should convince him.

“The very top? Ah, so they wish for you to become a floor master. I see... well with the right training, you can surely get to that point perhaps within a few years?” Kite looked at Sayomi expectantly.

A few years? What the hell even is a ‘floor master’?

With a measly lie, Sayomi had screwed herself over. She had originally intended in making a few million jenny by cruising through the 100s and getting her own room. But with this whole floor master thing, she could already sense that her future at Heaven’s Arena would become much more complex.

The title does sound pretty cool though… maybe I’ll just go along with the flow for now.

“Right! Haha… they want me to become a floor master. So you think you’ll be able to help me get there?”

Kite looked deep in thought. Did I say something wrong?

Meeting Sayomi’s eyes once again, he spoke. “On second thought Sayomi… I’ve made a promise to train Stick Dinner, and with the danger of your nen abilities, I don’t think I can do you any good as an instructor.”

She was about to take back her words and say becoming a floor master was unnecessary, but he cut her off.

“However, I just realized something that I should’ve thought of before. I’m not sure how you’d get along, but there is someone with more experience than me at Heaven’s Arena.”

Sayomi looked up, interested in his proposal.

Noticing her apparent interest, Kite continued, “I happen to owe him a favor as well, because I’ve been staying in his room on the 200th floor with Stick. He’s… a rather interesting person, and he finds enjoyment in fighting powerful individuals. But nevermind his personality, I think you would benefit greatly from his experience both with nen and Heaven’s Arena, more than I could ever do for you.”

Kite examined Sayomi’s expression, it seemed to be a mixture of uncertainty and curiosity.

“I’m not proposing you make a decision right away, as he’ll actually be absent for some time… but I recommend you consider it as a possibility.”

In her mind, Sayomi was unsure of what to think about this mysterious acquaintance of Kite, but in her heart and soul, there was an undeniable hunger for more power and more recognition. If she were to become a floor master, her name would surely spread throughout Yorknew City and perhaps even reach her parents.

“When will he return?”

Kite smiled at her sign of interest in his offer. He knew she would be able to handle his colleague’s eccentric personality, and from there she would only have room to grow even stronger.

“To be honest, I’m not entirely sure. He’s a very spontaneous man, and the last time I saw him he mentioned traveling around the world to find his next rival.”

Sayomi thought about her current options.

“I understand… training my nen would most likely require the death of victims, which you would never allow, but without improving my nen I would seemingly get destroyed in the 200s matches. Right?”

Kite took a moment to consider her words. “Yes, more or less.”

Sayomi nodded in return. “So then supposedly… this acquaintance of yours would be willing to train my nen even if it would mean others will die?”

“Precisely.” Kite grimaced at her blunt deduction of his words.

Sayomi threw her arms back, resting her hands behind her head. “Well alright then! Until this friend of yours gets back I guess I’ll just see how far I can get without using my nen.”

“Acquaintance. But yes, I suppose fighting without your nen until he gets back would be a good use of time.”

☾vii.

Sayomi and Kite headed to the stands of the arena after wrapping up their conversation. Kite’s student was up for the next match, leaving the two childhood friends to watch amongst the crowd.

Stick’s match went smoothly, he had outsmarted his opponent by anticipating each of his attacks, and in the end all he had left was to tire him out enough to land the finishing blow.

He was now qualified to continue on to the 70s, while Sayomi’s fight would be the next day.

☾vii.

Kite stood leaning against the back wall of the 60th floor arena, his eyes focused on the light-footed girl currently playing around with her opponent in the ring.

He felt almost a sense of pride, watching the little Zoldyck girl who had used to be too shy as to even raise her voice, now dancing around in the illuminated arena full of confidence.

She was taking her time with the unworthy opponent who stood across from her. Under normal circumstances, Kite would have been infuriated with Sayomi’s disrespectful actions, but this time it was much different.

Her opponent had spent the final minutes before their match catcalling and spilling other obscene words towards Sayomi. Kite had moved to step in between the two contestants, ready to punch the man’s teeth in, but Sayomi had given him a look so full of malice he knew to hold back.

She was waiting to absolutely ruin her opponent in the ring.

So when he saw Sayomi taking her sweet time and making a fool out of the man who’d previously disrespected her, Kite only smirked in satisfaction from a distance.

Sayomi you’ve been through a lot, haven’t you… all this anger and hatred coursing through your aura.

In the arena, Sayomi brought a swift heel down on her opponent's hand. An attack that was worth no points but only for the purpose of causing pain.

Pain… who hurt you Sayomi? What ever happened to the girl who’d cried when she accidentally swatted a butterfly?

Kite experienced a flurry of conflicting emotions as he watched Sayomi torture and eventually knock down her opponent.

He was worried about her emotional health, knowing for sure now that she had experienced something so tragic and crucial it’d turned her pure aura a 180 degree turn into bloodlust and malice.

However, he was glad to know one thing was for sure.

She would definitely survive and benefit from his unstable colleague’s training, for now he realized they were so similar it was almost as if they were the same person.

Or perhaps two halves of a whole.

☾vii.

1 year later

It was the weekend and Sayomi was currently on an off day in between fights.

In the year that had passed with her progressing through Heaven’s Arena, Sayomi was now a single fight away from the 200s.

Admiring the view from Kite’s old room on the 199th floor, she smiled to herself. 200s at last.

The truth was that Sayomi had a room of her own now, being well into the 100s. However she’d already been so accustomed to using Kite’s room that she’d convinced him into switching rooms with her.

Now that all three of them had rooms of their own, the borrowed room on the 200th floor was empty once again, waiting for the return of its owner.

Sayomi had just finished combat training with Kite and Stick, still unable to use her nen because of the possible consequences.

As she gazed longer out the window in front of her, she started to see her reflection cast in the clear glass, and soon it was all she saw.

Who am I?

Staring back at her, the reflection she saw in the window was much different than she’d expected. Her violet eyes were dull, emotionless, and the passion that had once lit up her soul was now gone, replaced with a worn out ghost of who she used to be.

This was all it took to make Sayomi forget about all she had done to make it to where she was now. This, being her reminiscent thoughts about the family that had ditched her.

She may have declared to herself millions of times that she was indeed her own person now, but the lingering desire to be loved once again forced her start over every single time.

She needed someone to rely on, though she’d never admit it. It was her constant overthinking that she would only become a burden to those who cared about her that stopped her from seeking support in others. Her family had left her insecure and broken, desperate for someone else’s attention.

Let’s see… If Illumi and I are turning 19 this year, that means… Killua will be 9.

9 years old, huh…

I wonder if he still looks like me? God, if I were with him I think I’d spend every last jenny just to see that smile one more time.

...I hope you’re hanging in there Killua.

Just wait a little bit longer, and I promise I’ll come save you.

Forgive me I just need more time to be able to face everyone again.

☾vii.

Watching the sunset over Yorknew City from his new room on the 199th floor, Kite was currently typing back a response to a rather unclear message he’d received from his traveling colleague.

No matter how many times he’d read it, he just couldn’t decipher the exact reason or message behind the text he had received.

Staring at it with a skeptical expression, he read it once more:

Isn’t it quite amusing how fate plays out sometimes?

I’ve arrived in the city and can’t wait to meet this student of yours, as it seems I’ve already partially met her without even realizing it.

I can’t wait to start training with her. ♥️

Kite let out an exasperated sigh.

What does he mean by ‘I’ve already partially met her’? I swear he’s always so ambiguous with his words.

Damn, what an exhausting guy.

☾vii.

Today was the day of Sayomi’s fight that would determine whether she’d advance into the 200s. That meant it was also the last day Sayomi would fight without her nen and weapons.

However, her day was about to get much more eventful than a promotion into the 200s.

Kite’s acquaintance had arrived in the city the other day, and after a short visit to a friend, he would make it back to Heaven’s Arena later today to meet his new student.

Kite had no knowledge about this part, as all he was told was that he had arrived in the city.

Back in the 199th floor arena, Sayomi had arrived early, taking her time to stretch and enjoy the time left before her final fistfight.

Kite stood alongside Sayomi in the mostly empty waiting room, it would be his last day with his childhood friend, at least without an excuse to spend time with her.

Once she was in the 200s, Kite wouldn’t be able to do much for her, as he had his own student to manage.

He stared sympathetically at the little Zoldyck girl from his childhood. She had grown into a relentless fighter, leaving no time to enjoy living her life during her prime years.

All he could now was hope that his assumptions about his colleague were right, in that he would not only provide Sayomi with the right training, but also fun and other things kids of her age should be doing.

Sayomi finished her preparations well before the scheduled time of the fight, leaving the two with time to talk and reminisce about the old days.

They’d also talked briefly about Sayomi’s new instructor. Kite explained how he’d finally arrived in the city the other day, coming back from seeking out the most powerful assassins and hunters to challenge in fights to the death.

Sayomi was delighted at this, getting a feeling that this mysterious instructor would put up a solid fight against her while they trained. “You said he was on the 200th floor, right? Has he not been able to defeat a floormaster yet?”

Kite raised his eyebrows at her question. “Ah… no, not yet. But I believe that’s because he’s constantly sidetracked with trying to find his ‘perfect rival’.”

Sayomi bit the inside of her cheek, confused. “Hmm but if he’s back now… does that mean he found someone worthy on his trip?”

Kite nodded at this. “Yes, I believe so. It’s either he’s satisfied with the amount of people he’s massacred, or he’s found a formidable opponent he knows he can come back and fight at a later time.”

“I see… he sounds… rather interesting.” Sayomi was actually a bit excited, it’d been a while since she was to face someone of such a high reputation.

Beside her, Kite had taken notice of the slight change in Sayomi’s aura. It seems I predicted correctly, she’ll get along just fine.

☾vii.

“Our next fight decides who moves on to the 200th floor. We have Ichihiro versus Sayomi! At this time, choose your side and place your bets!”

Under the spotlights, Sayomi stood with her hands resting behind her head. Her eyes remained closed, she seemed to be taking the last minutes to relax.

“The bets are in! Looks like today’s match is in favor of Sayomi Zoldyck!”

Ichihiro let out a scoff, mocking his opponent who, in his eyes, seemed overconfident to the point where she didn’t even need to look at him. “Are you nice and relaxed over there, girl? I’ll tell you now you’re gonna regret facing me.”

Sayomi disregarded her opponent's words. In reality, she was worried, and anyone who could see her aura could notice this as well.

Kite turned his head at Sayomi’s restlessness. What is she so tense for?

Sayomi tightened her grip around her other hand. Inside her head, she tried to calm the exhilaration that stemmed as a result of her final match without weapons. She couldn’t wait to finally stand on the 200th floor.

In other words, Sayomi wasn’t afraid, or intimidated by her opponent. She was worried for him.

God damn… if I don’t calm down I might accidentally kill the guy.

The adrenaline rushing through her was threatening to spike over, which would cause her to lose control and flip her assassin switch on.

Relax, Sayomi.

“Fighters ready? Following the 100s rules there will be no time limit and fighters will fight until a TKO by 10 points or a KO.”

Sayomi opened her eyes, moving to stand upright as she stared at her opponent.

“The winner will move onto the 200th floor. Fight!”

Ichihiro held back from making the first move. He had reviewed Sayomi’s last fight and seen her strategy of using her opponent’s force against them.

Sayomi raised an eyebrow at his lack of movement.

Not gonna move, huh? So you think you’re smart.

She took off with steps faster than the average eye could see.

I guess I’ll just have to come to you then.

With a flexible left leg, Sayomi lifted her heel above her opponent's head, slamming it straight into the side of the unexpecting man’s face with a roundhouse kick.

Ichihiro stumbled to the side gasping, spitting out blood from his now split gums.

He raised his head ready to curse out the teen, but all he saw was white.

Sayomi had met the man’s face with a solid left foot, sending him backwards onto the ground with a cry of pain.

Ichihiro was clutching his bloody face now, unable to recover in time for yet another left swing kick, this time to the side.

From far back against the wall, Kite watched with a surprised expression on his face.

She’s holding back quite a bit. Only using her left leg…

A few more solid kicks to the ribs and Sayomi halted her movements as if on command. Turning to the baffled referee, she asked, “TKO by 10 points right?”

“Ah, r-right.”

Shaking out of his apparent shock at the one-sidedness of the match, the referee raised a flag. “Winner by TKO. Sayomi Zoldyck!”

The crowd cheered as they could now collect their money from the bets they’d made.

With a small wave to Kite at the back of the stands, Sayomi exited the arena with light steps.

She was proud of herself for restraining her bloodlust.

☾vii.

That night Sayomi treated Stick and Kite to dinner on Heaven’s Arena’s 200th floor diner.

It was a congratulatory dinner, as Sayomi would now be moving on to training her nen, but it was also one of sentimental feelings. The group of three had become close friends within the year they’d spent together training at Heaven’s Arena.

So although no one addressed the fact that the group of three was to become a group of two after today, everyone shared a bit of the sorrow in their hearts as the evening soon came to an end.

The three parted ways around 9, Kite wishing the best to Sayomi on the 200th floor. It wasn’t like they’d never see each other again, they were only a floor apart after all.

However, without the excuse of training or a coincidental passing by, the childhood friends knew that they most likely wouldn’t be seeing each other for a while.

☾vii.

Sayomi let out a heavy sigh as she walked alone down the hallway of doors to her room.

Releasing her hair from its taught ponytail, Sayomi ran a lazy hand down her face.

Can a day get any longer? All I wanna do now is take a nice, warm shower… and then sleep in till noon.

Arriving in front of her door at last, Sayomi reached into her pockets for her room key. Sliding the key into the lock, she frowned when she found the door to be unlocked.

Strange… I don’t think I’ve ever forgotten to lock the door before. Maybe because I was too excited?

Sayomi shrugged, speculating she’d probably forgotten to lock the door out of the rush to get ready in the morning.

Swinging the door open without another thought, Sayomi moved to take a step further into her room when a cold chill ran down her spine.

What… is… this devilish aura?

She was on full alert now, awakening her own aura to try and ward off her intruder.

In the darkness of her room, she could make out a faint silhouette surrounded by the deep purple, murderous aura she’d felt earlier.

“Who… are you? What are you doing in my room?” Though she’d sworn her voice was steady, there was a hint of uncertainty as the intruder’s aura became more intense.

The intruder turned to face Sayomi in the darkness. “Hm? Ah, you’ve finally returned… I’ve been most awaiting your presence, Sayomi Zoldyck.”

The man took exaggeratingly slow steps towards her, and Sayomi noticed he walked almost completely on his toes. Almost like he was walking across a tightrope.

She squinted through the darkness, perplexed at the stranger knowing her name. Her mind screamed at her to fight, run, do something, but her feet remained frozen in place as the man’s figure slowly illuminated with the dim lights of the hallway.

The man was considerably tall, though he was also wearing heels, an interesting feat. His brilliant red hair was styled as if he’d been caught in a windstorm, framing an all too pale face with distinct face paint decorating either cheek: a star on the left and a teardrop on the right.

In a way, he was handsome.

This crossed Sayomi’s mind as well, however she’d mentally slapped herself as she was brought back into the reality of the situation.

“How do you know my name?” Sayomi was on guard, ready to either attack or run on a moment’s notice.

The man only laughed, his pale lips turning upwards in a wide smile as he looked Sayomi over from head to toe.

“Oh darling, you mean you haven’t caught on to the situation yet?”

A step closer and the man’s full frame was now in front of Sayomi to see in all his glory. Broad shoulders, chiseled, toned biceps, a tiny waist, and proportions to die for.

Get a grip, he just broke into your room.

In her flustered state, both from confusion and the rather attractive man towering over her, Sayomi suddenly felt as though she’d forgotten how to speak.

Her mouth opened and closed without sound, concentrated entirely on the man in front of her.

Sayomi’s frazzled state seemed to add on to man’s already overflowing confidence as he let out another brief laugh before crossing his arms.

“It seems as though Kite has yet to tell you anything about my arrival.” He frowned before continuing, “Well, I suppose you’ll find out all about me in no time, I’m your new trainer after all.”

Sayomi eyes widened at his words. Of course, Kite said he was arriving soon, I totally forgot!

“Ah… well in that case… nice to meet you?”

Her new trainer smirked at her hesitation. “I have to say, I didn’t expect you to be so visually appealing, darling. It seems Kite decided to keep your beauty from me for as long as he could, that sly bastard.”

Sayomi felt her face heat up in a mad blush. No one had ever called her such things, as she was accustomed to words like vicious or murderous.

Sayomi failed to get the words out of her mouth once again, effectively fazed by the man’s comments.

Said man ran a slender hand through his hair, laughing once again at his undeniable effect on the young assassin.

Reaching out ever so slowly, he grazed his knuckles over the left side of Sayomi’s face, who in turn became even further flustered at the sudden skinship.

“You, my dear, are going to be quite the pleasure to work with.”

☾vii.

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HALF(have a little fun) pt. vi

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» part six / ?

» pairing: eventually - chrollo x oc x feat. hisoka

» warnings: swearing, blood/violence

» word count: 4,211

☾vi. part vi: kite

2 years later

Gunshots, ear-piercing screams, and indistinct shouting filled the lobby of the hotel that made up the Mafias headquarters.

What had started as a normal day for the Mafia and their naive guests enjoying their stay in Yorknew City took a turn for the worst as pure chaos took over the building in a matter of minutes.

The lifeless bodies of innocents and members of the Mafia alike dropped to the floor as the rogue team of assassins took the hideout by surprise. It was a well-calculated invasion that left the Mafia devastated in their unsuspecting demise.

Among the bloodshed and havoc, a slender girl with piercing violet eyes dashed about elegantly, her brilliant white hair flowing in waves behind her. She was moving faster than the normal person could see, leaving fallen Mafia members in her wake as her katana cut through the mass numbers of their defense.

The girl’s murderous, purple aura radiated off of her figure dauntingly, forcing those incapable of nen to drop dead instantly. Those who had nen abilities of their own sensed the menacing aura immediately, not even daring to challenge the assassin in combat.

As the sickening gore and violence grew to its peak, Sayomi felt as though she’d never been more alive.

Smiling confidently as she ploughed through her targets with ease, Sayomi lost herself in the rebellion, at last getting her vengeance against the Mafia that had kept her bound for the past 2 years.

Upon the shout of her allies already stationed in an elevator, Sayomi sprinted to join them, a grin plastered on her face as she had barely broken a sweat.

The group of hostage Mafia assassins made their way up to the 51st floor, having secured the lobby from sending any reinforcements up to the main office.

The guards surrounding the Mafia boss’ room were their toughest matchups yet, but still no match for the rebel group of assassins fighting for their escape.

Sayomi relied on her needles, expertly positioning three of them between her knuckles while she scanned her opponents.

Using up two out of three on a single guard and her remaining one on another, she was empty-handed as the last man charged towards her with a knife in his hand.

Focusing her strength and power on her left hand, she immobilized the man that rushed towards her with a single swipe, removing the man’s heart in a fraction of a second. The movement was so precise that not even a single drop of blood was left in her hand’s trail.

I’ve gotta thank Zoldyck assassin training for that one.

Her allies defeated their own opponents in no time, the group now heading into the office where the source of their ankle monitors sat in wait.

The mafia boss sat rather casually in front of the rebel group of assassins, seeming unfazed by the sudden invasion.

He was capable of admitting his own loss, recognizing when he was clearly outnumbered and outclassed. Raising his arms above his head in defeat, the boss located the controls that would release the ankle monitors from the assassins.

Sayomi’s anklet fell to the floor with a clatter, freeing her from the Mafia’s grasp at last.

Not caring much for her allies or the fate of the remaining Mafia members, Sayomi vanished from the scene in a streak of white, making her escape while the damage was at a minimum. She had no desires of becoming a notorious criminal, even if it was within the underground association of gangs and assassins,

She eventually made her way back down to the lobby, which was still a war zone between the Mafia and rogue assassins.

With light, nimble steps, she made her way through the madness with ease, strolling out the front door of the Mafia’s headquarters.

☾vi.

The cool midnight air welcomed Sayomi and her newly discovered freedom, as well as the distant wail of sirens and screaming citizens.

Thoughtlessly making her way over to a car parked near the hotel, she studied her reflection in the side mirror, wiping the dried splotches of blood off her face with her sleeves.

Well, would you look at that? Unharmed. I was expecting at least a bullet or two.

Now having gotten all the blood off of her face, Sayomi paused momentarily. She stared at her reflection with what seemed to be a mix of bemusement and repulsiveness.

She was 18 years old now, marking the 8th year she had spent away from her home. But in those 8 years, especially the past two had changed her more drastically than her family would ever know.

She had been forced to mature and throw away her youth in order to survive, and now she was finally realizing that it was okay to live for herself. She didn’t need the approval of her family to tell her what she was doing was right or wrong.

Free at last.

Heaven’s Arena, here I come.

☾vi.

On a tight budget from the remaining pocket money she had last earned from the Mafia, Sayomi bought a new outfit before taking a cab to the towering building of Heaven’s Arena.

Even this late at night, she could hear the cheers of excitement from inside the arena, the moment she stepped out of the cab. Running a pale hand through her hair, she took a deep breath before pushing the doors to the main entrance open.

Being some time past midnight, the line for registration was rather short. Sayomi reached the desk in no time, filling out a form the clerk had provided her with.

“Sayomi Zoldyck, your number is 1099. They’ll call your number on the first floor of the arena. So make sure you remember it!”

The clerk was a bit too bubbly for Sayomi’s liking, and so she decided to get moving before she’d do something she’d regret.

Strolling down the hallway with her hands resting behind her head, Sayomi squinted as bright lights illuminated the first-floor arena in front of her.

The mix of contestants and spectators roared in excitement at the fights in front of them.

The arena was sectioned off into 4 rows of 4, each fighting platform labelled with a corresponding letter.

Sayomi took a seat in the back row of the crowd, examining the fights going on in front of her. There were no weapons allowed, and for that same reason, no one seemed to be using their nen.

The first floor is just a street brawl.

Sighing at the lack of etiquette displayed in the fights, Sayomi leaned back in her seat, waiting patiently for her number to be called.

Around 5 matches later, Sayomi’s number was finally called through the intercom.

“Number 1099. Number 2305. Please make your way to Ring C.”

Rocking back upwards to get out of her seat, Sayomi stepped lightly down the stairs, entering the arena.

Arriving in front of Ring C, she placed her katana and needles down on the floor, hopping into the ring unarmed.

Her opponent had already been standing in the ring, an arrogant smirk decorating his face. Contestant number 2305 was a tall, bulky man with styled brown hair and various tattoos scattered across his body.

“Oh dear, my opponent is a little girl. If you ask nicely I’ll get this over with quick!” the man was full of himself, laughing at his own remarks made against Sayomi.

In return, Sayomi only sighed, dropping her hands to her sides as she stared at her opponent, uninterested in talking back.

The referee debriefed the rules with an unchanging tone, “On the first floor, we appraise each participant’s level. You are allowed three minutes to demonstrate your prowess.”

With a glance to each side, he yelled, “Then, begin!”

At the referee’s notice, Sayomi’s opponent came rushing towards her at full speed, ready to attack.

Unstable. What a careless fighter.

Sayomi stood her ground as the man came charging towards her, stepping left in the last moment to swoop down and yank her opponent’s right ankle upwards with pure strength.

Standing back up, the man was flipped from underneath, falling forcefully to the ground head first.

Sayomi now stood over her opponent, waiting for him to get up and continue the fight.

Unbeknownst to her, she had used a little too much power, causing the man to go unconscious with his fall.

Frowning at the lack of movement from the man, Sayomi looked up at the shocked referee with a confused expression.

Oh, shit. Did I accidentally break his neck?

A loud groan sounded from the man’s slumped figure on the ground, catching Sayomi and the referee’s attention.

She sighed in relief at the man’s sign of responsiveness, the referee now announcing her as the victor of the fight.

Surprised cheers sounded from the audience in the stands, filling the arena with excitement as Sayomi’s fight had ended in a matter of seconds.

“Number 1099. Proceed to the 50th floor.” The referee handed her a ticket, quickly turning to get help for the unconscious man before she could even mutter out a thanks.

On her way up to the 50th floor, Sayomi had learned all about the floor system and rewards at Heaven’s Arena. She needed to pass the 100th floor in order to get her own room, which is what she was aiming for.

However, because of the influx of contestants past the initial floors of fighting, she was in for a good amount of downtime, waiting for her next fights to be called.

☾vi.

Sayomi slept in the stands that night, as her fight was scheduled for the next day. Compared to the harsh weather of Meteor City and the makeshift cardboard floors she’d slept on, the air-conditioned fabric benches at Heaven’s Arena were a big improvement.

☾vi.

The matches on the 50th floor progressed one by one, only room for a single fight to go on at a time. Here, the audience placed bets on a fighter of their choice, attracting a larger audience than that of the first floor.

Sayomi was yet again unfazed by the sheer size difference between herself and her opponent, sensing that his power was only skin-deep.

The bets were overwhelmingly in her opponent’s favor, leaving those who could sense the difference in aura as well as crazy guessers making up her odds.

Just as she had predicted, her opponent was a fraud. She utilized the same exact skill she had used back down on the first floor, sending her opponent flying upwards using his very own momentum against him.

It was a basic principle of fighting to never over pursue. Her opponent wasn’t worthy of her to use anything more against him than the basics.

The crowd was devastated having lost their bets, but the very few that had sensed the girl’s potential sat smiling at their fortunes.

Among this crowd was a tall, thin man in his early 20s.

Sharp, black eyes were partially covered by a blue tweed hat, his face and slender figure framed by exceptionally long flowing hair, as white as Sayomi’s.

He sat comfortably among the stands, with a subtle, yet satisfied expression on his narrow face, only moving from his seat after spotting Sayomi leave the arena.

☾vi.

After claiming her prize money, Sayomi made her way to the canteen for a late lunch. Her next fight on the 60th floor would be in 2 days, which meant she would have to sleep in the stands again.

With another fight having started in the arena, the canteen was mostly empty. Sayomi grabbed a tray as she lazily blew a few strands of hair away from her face.

Opting for a few pieces of bread, Sayomi reached her hand out to grab a slice, when she felt someone watching her.

It was a powerful aura. Not menacing or evil like she expected, but clear and intimidating. Forcing her hand to continue with her selection of bread, she tried to withstand the aura as if she hadn’t noticed anything.

Damn. That’s one impressive aura.

Moving to pay for her selection of food, Sayomi prepared to whip around and confront her follower. However, the presence had vanished.

As if it had never been there in the first place, all her senses of the stranger disappeared into the air. Zetsu.

Walking back to a table with her eyes fixated on the floor, she attempted to seek out the figure using her En.

There you are.

She felt the faint presence of the skilled nen user on her left, sitting at a table about 20 feet from hers.

The man had not moved since she’d entered the canteen. He’d only been watching with bored eyes as Sayomi figured out his location at last.

Slowly turning her head to the left, Sayomi was prepared to take a glance at the man, when she saw he was no longer there.

A radiating aura on her right shattered her thoughts as she broke out into cold sweat. He was freakishly fast, and silent at that.

“Zoldyck.” The man’s voice was dull with the slightest hint of amusement as the assassin’s last name rolled off his tongue.

Spurring into action at the sound of his voice, Sayomi had a needle between her knuckles, prepared to fight. But upon seeing the man’s face, she faltered, a faint blush rising to her cheeks.

Why does he look so familiar?

She kept her guard up as she examined the young man’s now smiling face. A pale, angular face, with dark almond shaped eyes and sharp facial features.

A gasp left Sayomi’s mouth before she could even try to contain it.

She was thrown into a flashback gazing at the young man’s face.

7-year old Sayomi dashed through the massive forests that surrounded Kukuroo Mountain. Her neatly braided hair loosened with each step, twigs and leaves tangling themselves into her bright white hair.

It was Friday, and that meant Kite would be trespassing into the Kukuroo Mountain forests, her family’s property, any time now.

Kite was a 13 year old boy with waist length silver-white hair much like Sayomi’s. He had been born with the natural talents and abilities of a skilled hunter, allowing him to push through the Zoldyck Testing Gates with ease.

On top of his sheer strength and abilities, Kite had a peculiar bond with animals. It was almost as if he was able to communicate with them, and in return the animals trusted him, regardless of their size or species.

Kite first started sneaking his way into the Zoldyck family forests about a year prior. With a great interest in nature and the animals that inhibited it, Kite was pushed towards visiting Kukuroo mountain after hearing how it was the one place no one really had information about. He always came around the same time when the sun began to set on Fridays.

Long story short, young Sayomi had discovered the trespassing boy one day after running out of the mansion, crying after an argument with her mother.

In her young and devastated state, Sayomi had become attached to Kite, who would listen to her ramble about her family or study butterflies with her. It was a childhood infatuation that Sayomi had with Kite.

So when the older boy with the willowy figure stopped showing up on Fridays, and soon all together, Sayomi experienced her very first heartbreak.

Because of the limited contact she had with the outside world and people in general, Kite’s absence proved to take a bigger toll on young Sayomi’s heart than he should’ve.

As she grew older and started her assassin job, Sayomi had less time to think about the sudden disappearance of the boy, only feeling his loss when she was all alone at the end of a long day.

Now sitting across from him at a small table that left mere inches between the two, Sayomi was stunned and conflicted.

Now age 24, he was much taller, his long limbs looking as if they alone could shield her from the rest of the world and her problems. Foolish thoughts.

At last opening her mouth to speak, Sayomi felt all her strength wilt away as she faced the boy who’d once been her only friend and source of solace. “Kite.”

Kite’s tight-lipped grin grew wider at Sayomi remembering his name. To be honest, he’d had trouble recalling her name the first time he saw her in the waiting area of the 50th floor.

It was a mere coincidence running into her here, as he’d actually been looking for the student his master requested he teach the basics of nen to. Hearing Sayomi’s name during the announcement of her fight rang a bell in his head, and he was eager to catch up with the little Zoldyck girl from his childhood.

Kite saw their meeting as a friendly reunion, evidently unaware of the amount of emotional stress his vacancy had caused her. Because to him, Kukuroo Mountain was merely another pitstop for his studies, the little girl having been just another local inhabiting the new area of his research.

Thus, when several of the girl’s needles slipped from her grasp as Sayomi stared at Kite with a deep aura of sadness, his smile faltered, utterly confused.

“Is everything alright?” Kite looked at Sayomi with the same sympathetic eyes he’d used to when they were little.

Now recognizing that the look in his eyes had never been more than one would give a kicked puppy, Sayomi’s past false assumptions of Kite possibly reciprocating her feelings faded into emptiness.

In his eyes I was never more than a neglected child in desperate need of consolation.

Forcing a smile onto her face, Sayomi nodded a bit too vigorously, trying to hide her thoughts.

“Yes, of course. I was just so surprised to see you after all this time.” She gripped the side of her pants with white knuckles in an attempt to maintain her composure.

Though he wasn’t thoroughly convinced, Kite gave Sayomi another warm smile, attempting to lift the mood of the conversation. “Ah, I see. My apologies if I startled you, I wanted to test how much your abilities had improved since the last time we met. And I have to say I’m impressed, your aura has grown an astonishing rate.”

Sayomi laughed in return. “I’ll accept the compliment, but I think we both know I’m nowhere near your level. What brings you to Heaven’s Arena?”

Before she knew it, the malice and sorrow that had been her reunion Kite turned into a lighter, casual exchange of words. This must be a sign that I’ve matured at least a little bit. Don’t be so dramatic, he was only a childhood crush after all, we’re still friends.

Kite told Sayomi of the mission he had received from his pro hunter master, who went by the name of Ging. He was to find and train a teen named Stick Dinner, who happened to have left his hometown to train at Heaven’s Arena.

Sayomi marveled at his various adventures, slightly jealous at all he had got to experience. “So you have a master now? But you’re also teaching someone else? Doesn’t that technically make you a master too?”

Kite stopped to consider her words, realizing that in a way she was correct. “I suppose if you think about it that way, then yes, I’ve become an apprentice-master of nen. But that doesn’t mean much, I still have a lot to learn from Ging.”

Sayomi knew to seize an opportunity to become stronger when she saw one. “In that case, will you teach me as well?”

Kite blinked at the teen in front of him. He was now noticing how much she had obviously matured from the last time he’d seen her, and not just from her aura.

Her eyes were still the striking violet color, and her hair was ever white with the slightest of waves, but she was physically stronger, lean with muscle and absent of any more roundness surrounding her jawline. A true Zoldyck in the flesh. Something about her aura tells me that she’s been through more than just her family’s abuse. Sayomi, what have you been up to?

“You want me to teach you? Why not your parents or instructors? I bet I’m still no match for any of them.”

Sayomi grimaced at the mention of her parents. “Well… we’re both already here anyway, and it’d be nice to spend time with an old friend!”

It was a white lie, not completely false, but also far from the truth.

Kite raised his eyebrows at her reasoning, still not completely understanding why she’d settle for him over her renowned, powerful parents. I suppose a sparring partner for my student wouldn’t do any harm…

“Hmm… I guess if that’s what you truly desire, it would also benefit my student to have a strong training partner. Are you sure?”

Sayomi’s eyes lit up along with a long overdue genuine smile. “Yes, of course! Thank you so much, I promise I’ll make myself worth your time!”

She reached across the table to embrace an unexpecting Kite out of happiness, feeling absolutely safe in his proximity for a moment before realizing she shouldn’t get used to his comfort. One last time. Old habits… they’re so hard to break.

Moving backwards away from the stunned man, Sayomi muttered a quick apology. To this, Kite only laughed, sitting up straighter in his seat. “Ha… no need to apologize, we’re friends after all. Would you like to accompany me while I search for my student?”

Sayomi ran a meek hand through her hair, shameful and unsettled of how vulnerable she had become in front of a man.

Get your act together, he’s your instructor now.

The two rose from their seats, walking slowly back towards the arena where Kite’s student most likely would be.

“Ah, of course. Is your student here on the 60th floor as well?”

Kite smiled at her compliance, nodding in return. “Yes, I believe so. I searched through the records of fights, and it seems he won his last fight on the 50th floor. Ah, but that reminds me, do you currently have a place to stay between your fights?”

“I- actually I don’t. I’ve been sleeping in the stands for now… But so far it’s been rather pleasant!” Sayomi realized how little sense her words had just made, cringing visibly.

Kite looked down at her with an amused expression. “I’m aware you need to pass the 100s in order to get a room to yourself… but until then would you like to stay in mine?”

Yo what the- “EH?!” Sayomi blinked twice at her instructor, as if she was waiting for him to dismiss it as a joke.

Kite laughed out loud, showing the most genuine expression she’d ever seen from him. “I happen to have an acquaintance on the 200th floor that won’t be back for a while, so I’ll be staying there with my student for the time being. That being, my room on the 199th floor where I left off a few years ago is still available. I just figured it would be much more pleasant for you to stay there until you get a room of your own.”

Making sense of the situation, Sayomi glared at the older boy, her lips flat in a straight line. “Are you enjoying yourself playing with my senses after all these years? You know I’m still annoyed at the fact that you were able to sneak past my aura.”

☾vi.

The two childhood friends exchanged taunts and jokes with each other, arriving at the arena in no time.

Once there, Kite was able to sense out the distinct aura of his student, Stick Dinner amongst the contestants in wait of their matches.

Stick was a scrawny boy, probably around Sayomi’s age, with a brown afro and abnormally large sense of humor.

Declaring that training would start the next day, Kite provided Sayomi with his old room key, bidding her a good night as he settled in the temporarily vacant room on the 200th floor with his student.

The now group of three couldn’t have had more contrasting personalities, and Kite was curious to see how their training would go. For the first time in a while he found himself anticipating the next day, intrigued with how much the little Zoldyck girl from his childhood had expanded her own potential.

☾vi.

Sayomi stood in the doorway of Kite’s room on the 199th floor. Though faint, his familiar scent surrounded her as she walked farther into the simple room.

There were no signs of anyone having stayed in the room, the furniture and appliances brand new. Content with the silence and privacy the room offered as opposed to the arena stands, Sayomi flopped onto the bed, the soft mattress breaking her fall.

Sayomi was conflicted. Within her mind and heart, she was trying to grasp the exact feelings she’d felt after seeing the boy who had broken her heart 11 years ago.

Should I be sad?

Did I ever actually feel that way about him… or was I just happy because of the attention he gave me?

Maybe this is just what it feels like to have a friend.

☾vi.

to be continued.

a/n: the backstory’s getting pretty long:/ but i promise i’ll get to the real pairings soon!

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HALF(have a little fun) pt. v

→ one | two | three | four

» part five / ?

» pairing: eventually - chrollo x oc x feat. hisoka

» warnings: swearing, blood/violence

» word count: 3,127

☾v.

Name: Sayomi Zoldyck 小夜美 | "小" is small | "夜" is night | "美" is beauty |

Hair color: White

Eye Color: Purple

Nen: Manipulator (same exact abilities as Illumi)

Abilities: Same as Illumi Zoldyck - Body Alteration, Hypnotic Spell, Corpse Control, Needle People, Katana

☾v. part v: the mafia(2/2)

Sayomi made her way to the elevators once again, dispatching the control room through her walkie talkie that she needed to get to her shift.

It was currently a quarter to 1, the last minutes before her shift would start. With a hand resting on her katana, Sayomi now exited the elevator having arrived at the 48th floor.

As she approached the VIP’s room, the two bodyguards on duty sighed in relief.

“Thank god, it’s finally rotation time”, the woman exhaled lazily.

Sayomi tried her luck at a friendly interaction, casually asking the pair a question. “I’m guessing there wasn’t any action?”

The man laughed a genuine, but tired laugh. “Absolutely nothing. We haven’t moved an inch since the start of our shift.”

Sayomi laughed at the pair’s lack of enthusiasm, her violet eyes crinkling at the edges. Her expression of joy seemed infectious, as the older members in front of her laughed along with her in their despair.

She was starting to feel like a true member of the team already.

This is nice, I didn’t expect the others to be as unmotivated as me.

Closing in on the time designated for the shift change, Sayomi’s partner arrived as well. Seeing no purpose in waiting around when everyone was present, the pairs switched early, starting Sayomi on her very first stretch as a bodyguard.

☾v.

The first 30 minutes into her shift, Sayomi had learned that her partner was a rather quiet person by nature.

Upon starting their shift, the two had exchanged a brief greeting, nodding to acknowledge the other.

It was only after an hour of standing and staring at the wall that Sayomi decided she couldn’t stand the silence while they waited out their shift.

She initiated a conversation with the older man, coming out bold as to establish her character.

“So, how did such an average man like you get stuck working for the mafia?”

The man was unmoving, replying to her question in a soft voice. “My family’s debt… Why did a young girl like you get caught up with the mafia?”

She wasn’t expecting such an honest response from the man. It threw her off, making her unprepared to answer the question shot her way.

“Um… I guess you could say family circumstances?” She hadn’t lied, given that it was her family’s actions that left her at Meteor City.

The man nodded in understanding at her vague answer.

Another wave of awkward silence fell over the two, Sayomi’s initial attempt at socializing having failed miserably.

She decided not to reattempt a conversation with the man, sensing that he didn’t care for idle chatter.

Family circumstances, huh. That’s the best thing I could think of.

Sayomi had fallen deep in thought, her brows furrowing as she reflected back on her life.

I wonder if… father ever came looking for me? Or Illumi… did Illumi want me gone too? Ah, I shouldn’t be so dramatic about this. Either way I won’t return home, because that would mean mother winning.

She exhaled audibly, tired from the splurge of thoughts that had taken over her mind once again.

The man glanced over at the teen stationed next to him. She was obviously just as bored as he was to be stuck with this job.

Moving his eyes back forward to the wall in front of him, he attempted to kickstart a conversation once again. “You seem a bit too young to be on your own, don’t you miss your family?”

Sayomi blinked at the man in surprise, both at the question and the fact that he had initiated a conversation.

She contemplated whether she should tell the truth or cover it up with a lie. Deciding that a lie would take more effort, she settled for the truth. “I’ve been in the assassin business for 6 years now, so I wouldn’t say too young… I do miss my little brother though. Do you miss your family?”

As the man appeared to be deep in thought, Sayomi mulled over her words. My little brother… Killua, are they treating you alright?

“My apologies for assuming. And, yes, I do indeed miss my family. But, why haven’t you escaped yet, then? With no leverage against you, you could easily run away at any time.” The man spoke while looking at her this time.

She thought about his question. “I guess… well, I don’t really have anywhere else to go. It’s my first time in Yorknew City, and I wouldn’t want to go back home to the people that left me in the first place.”

He let out a hmm at her response, obviously putting the pieces of her situation together. “If I told you of a way you could live here in Yorknew without being trapped under the mafia… would you oblige?”

His eyes were soft and earnest. He knew what it was like to remain helpless at the hands of the Mafia, and saw no reason she should as well, especially at such a young age.

Sayomi’s expression formed one of shock and surprise, obviously taken aback by the man’s sincerity to help.

“I suppose I would… but if you know of a way out, why haven’t you left yet?” The two were now holding eye contact as if to read the other’s intentions.

“I’m afraid I’ve already received too much from the Mafia. I owe my life as well as my family’s safety to them.” He responded somberly.

Sayomi nodded silently, understanding the man’s situation. She decided to at least take a listen to the plan he had to offer. “So, you know of a way I can live in Yorknew without the Mafia breathing over my shoulder?”

There was a mischievous glint in her eyes, and the man could sense it as something between the recklessness of a teenager and the confidence of a powerful assassin. She has no fears. I wonder how much she’s experienced to be this strong at such a young age.

“Ah, yes. Sticking with the Mafia will never do you any good. There’s a way of living here in Yorknew City if you’re especially confident in your fighting abilities. It’s called Heaven’s Arena.”

Sayomi raised her eyebrows at the man’s words, curious. Heaven’s Arena? Sounds like some shoddy place where people bet on fights.

“Alright, you’ve got my attention. So, what does one do at Heaven’s Arena?” Sayomi asked.

The man cracked a ghost of a smile at her interest. “You fight. From what I’ve heard, it’s set up in multiple floors, and each time you win they let you advance to higher floors. I’m pretty sure the pay goes up with each floor as well.”

Sayomi was impressed. A place where they pay you to fight? Count me in.

“I wonder what the catch is though… if it’s as easy as you say, wouldn’t everyone be taking their chances at Heaven’s Arena?”

The man hummed in agreement with her words. “You’re right. The most I’ve heard is that once you reach a certain point, the matches become a fight to the death, and through any means possible. I’m guessing that’s where most people falter- it’s either life or death matches that’ll provide you with a stable income, or small fights once in a while that pay very little. Only the strongest find what they’re looking for at Heaven’s Arena.”

Gambling with your life in order to pay the bills…

“And you think I could make it at Heaven’s Arena?”

The man looked down at Sayomi with a fatherly gaze. “I don’t think you’re the type of person to need someone else’s approval. But to answer your question, yes, I think with the right amount of training you could find a new life with Heaven’s Arena.”

Sayomi smiled at his judgement of her character. “Well, then that does it. I just need to find my way out of the Mafia’s grasp, and then I can get to training.”

☾v.

Sayomi’s shift was over before she knew it. Just as the pair before them had said, their VIP client had no one after him.

Her partner had told her all he knew about Heaven’s Arena and the Mafia from his many years working in Yorknew City.

She had learned that there were members of the Mafia hidden within the assassin recruits, keeping anyone from sneaking away. Her escape would have to be well planned out to avoid getting caught along with any consequences.

Tagging out with the next pair of bodyguards, Sayomi head back to her room once again.

2 days later

VIP Adachi Yuto’s stay came to an end, with it marking the end of Sayomi’s first job. The team was dissolved as a result, and Sayomi was dispatched by her section leader to meet with him down at the lobby.

The section leader turned out to be the man who had first brought her to Yorknew City, a familiar face that relaxed Sayomi’s nerves a great amount.

Upon meeting, he was immediately down to business, letting Sayomi know of her next assignment.

It was an assassin’s job.

She had originally planned to find a way out of the Mafia’s scope soon, but with the mention of her finally getting some action, the plan was postponed.

Her target was a man in his 30s. No other information was given to her besides a photo and his location.

Not much to her surprise, an ankle monitor was situated around her right leg, keeping her from straying from the job.

Damn you, bloodlust. No matter how hard I try I can’t seem to ditch the cold blood and murder mother and father drilled into my head.

Sayomi was falling victim to her old habits. She knew it was wrong to stick around any longer, but the consequences of the offer to satisfy her thirst for blood didn’t sink in until the cool metal of her ankle monitor pressed into her skin.

The man seemed to read Sayomi’s thoughts as she realized her mistake. “The ankle monitor is programmed to shock the user upon our command. It’s enough power to deal sufficient damage to even the largest of animals, so I insist you remain focused on the missions we give you. We never enjoy having to resort to using it, but keep in mind that we will not hesitate to, given a reason.”

She looked down at her ankle in defeat. It seemed Heaven’s Arena would have to wait.

☾v.

Later that night

Sayomi paced anxiously about in her hotel room. It was a mix of long-overdue bloodlust and hatred towards herself as a result of her assassin’s instinct to kill.

Deep inside her head, a war of conflicting feelings raged on.

Calm down, Sayomi. Every time you do this it’s only proving that mother succeeded in sculpting you into her little assassin.

She had completely thrown away a perfect chance to escape just because she couldn’t control her impulses to kill in cold blood.

But is it that wrong to want to kill? Being an assassin doesn’t mean I’ll be exactly like mother. I can control my own future now, I am my own person.

Setting her katana down against the wall, she opted for her needles instead. It had been a while since she’d used the smaller weapons because they reminded her of the past.

Now putting the past behind her, Sayomi walked with a new air of confidence. It was her greatest skill and job to kill, she’d decided. And this was a decision she had come to on her own, a new mindset for a new beginning.

A static-ridden dispatch over her walkie talkie marked the beginning of her assignment, and Sayomi headed down to the lobby.

Since she was still underage, a driver was provided to her, stationed in front of the hotel with her designated license plate.

The brisk night air greeted Sayomi as she exited the hotel. It was currently a few minutes past 12, the streets being mostly empty except for the young city goers enjoying the nightlife in Yorknew City.

Exhaling out an envious sigh at the stunning city lights surrounding her, Sayomi watched her breath disappear into the night as she walked briskly to the car.

The drive to her target’s location was silent. Sayomi sat alone in the back seat, watching with empty eyes as friends, lovers, and complete strangers came together in harmony within the lively city.

She started to wonder what it would be like to live a normal life like them. What would she be doing right now? Staying up and texting friends? Going to bed before midnight?

As the teen sat in the back of a luxurious car going towards her next target to assassinate, she couldn’t help but wish she had a normal life, with friends who cared about her feelings or guy problems instead of waiting for orders on which guy she would kill next.

These are useless thoughts. There’s no turning back now.

The car came to a stop at an intimidatingly tall company building, around the same height as the hotel.

Stretching her limbs as she exited the car, the driver notified Sayomi he would wait for her return in the same spot.

Thanking the driver for his services, she took quick steps towards the entrance of the building. With her persistently developed speed and underground techniques, sneaking in and out of the building would be no problem.

Taking notice of the lack of security, she rolled her eyes as she let out a breath in annoyance. This is amateur work.

Activating her zetsu, Sayomi’s menacing purple aura dissipated into thin air as she dashed past the sorry line of security, making her way to a deserted hallway.

There was a lone guard doing rounds with a bright flashlight in hand, failing to notice the slight breeze that Sayomi had left in her path.

Positioning a needle between her fingers, Sayomi flicked her wrist out at lightning speed, sending the needle flying towards the guard.

It hit home in the guard’s neck, knocking him out instantly. Taking nimble steps towards the fallen guard, Sayomi made quick work of grabbing his access badge before heading to the elevators.

Seeing as no one else was around, she tabbed an elevator, rocking back and her toes as she waited.

Just as she had expected, the elevator required an access badge, which she tapped against the scanner while pressing on the button for the 38th floor.

In a bored attempt to keep herself preoccupied on the way up, Sayomi spread her band of needles out in her hands. Closing her eyes, she ran a pale hand over the band.

Her hand came down on a single needle, the needle she would use to finish off her target. Putting the band back into her pocket, she held the single needle between her knuckles, adrenaline rushing through her veins.

The elevators chime signified Sayomi’s arrival at the 38th floor. The floor was empty, being past working hours and in between shifts for the security guards.

A single desk lamp shone in her target's office, and Sayomi strolled casually to the partially open door.

She could see from where she approached that her target was busy at work, having stayed overtime.

Knocking twice on the inside of the open door, Sayomi just barely caught the attention of the man before moving her wrist in a single, fluid motion.

The man had no chance to react, slumping face down onto his desk with a muffled thump.

She had hit the jugular clean and precise, leaving no trail behind of her job besides the now motionless man.

Satisfied with her work, Sayomi returned to the elevators with a skip in her step. A few months without my needles and I’ve still got it!

Greeting her driver with a smile this time around, she didn’t blame him for being utterly confused.

The job had taken her just under 5 minutes, the majority of the time belonging to the elevator rides up and down from the 38th floor.

Dispatching her section leader of the completed job, Sayomi returned back to the hotel, looking as if she had gone out for an evening stroll.

Her section leader greeted her in the lobby, letting her know she had the remainder of the night off. She frowned slightly at the news, her adrenaline still rushing from the short job.

An easy target like today always left her wanting more, unsatisfied with the lack of fighting that came with it.

I’m getting all caught up in this again.

Shaking away her thoughts of possibly finding more action, Sayomi returned to her room with slumped shoulders. She forced herself to set her needles back down on her nightstand, finding it hard to keep herself from fiddling with them.

It was late. And though the 51st floor around her seemed to be deep in sleep, Sayomi was restless.

She decided to wash up and take a quick shower to relax her nerves, changing out of the uniform and into one of the other outfits they had provided her with.

Wrapping her silvery-white hair in a towel, she opted to sit on the floor, gazing out of the floor length window in front of her.

Yorknew City was quieting down, the street vendors having cleaned up for the night, stores being long closed, and clubs starting to die down. The last of the neon signs flickered in the darkness, looking like tiny specks of color from where Sayomi sat, high above most of the buildings bordering the one she was in.

The 16 year old girl sat cross-legged in a trance, no longer focused on the city in front of her, but something within her mind.

What am I gonna do now… I ruined my chances of escaping anytime soon. All because I couldn’t control myself, my old habits. Does this mean mother was successful with her plans?

No. I don’t have to give in to defeat. I’ll find a way out, just like how I got out of Meteor City. Maybe if I gain their trust they’ll take this ankle monitor off.

I just have to become one of their obedient assassins, quiet and reliable.

Sayomi fell asleep slouched on the rough carpeted floor that night, lost in her own thoughts and emotions.

But despite the uncomfortable position, her face proved differently. She was only ever at peace when she was fast asleep, because that’s when she could see her loved ones within dreams.

Illumi, Killua… Are you two taking good care of each other? Are you doing better than I am?

Do you guys even miss me?

I miss you two so much I feel like I could die.

☾v.

to be continued.

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HALF(have a little fun) pt. iv

→ one | two | three

» part four / ?

» pairing: eventually - chrollo x oc x feat. hisoka

» warnings: swearing, blood/violence

» word count: 3,118

☾iv.

Name: Sayomi Zoldyck 小夜美 | "小" is small | "夜" is night | "美" is beauty |

Hair color: White

Eye Color: Purple

Nen: Manipulator (same exact abilities as Illumi)

Abilities: Same as Illumi Zoldyck - Body Alteration, Hypnotic Spell, Corpse Control, Needle People, Katana

☾iv. part iv: the mafia(1/2)

The ambience within the car was calm, or at least a calm for the situation at hand.

Sayomi was curious about what kind of job she was being forced into, but at the same time, she wanted to maintain her composed facade by staying quiet.

She decided to start with a subtle question. “So… who exactly are you guys anyway?”

The man seated next to her answered without an ounce of hesitation, “The mafia.”

Well, shit. So much for a subtle question.

Sayomi was thrown off by the man’s response for the first time since they’d showed up.

The mafia… what would they want with a nobody from Meteor City?

Her parents had often spoken of the Mafia. They had a reputation of harboring no-name assassins who’d overrun the market with their skill and mass numbers.

No names… Mother once said that the most notorious criminals hailed from the dumps in Meteor City. Because… their records didn’t exist! They couldn’t be traced, but I wasn’t born there. Do they know that?

Sayomi was on edge now, having a vague idea of what they might be planning to do with her. “What, am I gonna be one of the Mafia’s little assassins now?”

The man smirked at her quick deduction abilities. “You’re a bright one I see, Sayomi Zoldyck.” His tone had roughed up at her last name.

He knows.

“Well, seeing that you know who I am. You should also be aware that my family would never let me work for another group, right?”

He moved in his seat, turning to face her slightly as he sensed a long conversation. “And that’s why they left you here? Because they care about you?”

She grimaced at the hard truth behind his words.

In an attempt to hide her deflating ego, she replied an icy tone, “Don’t make assumptions. You people know nothing about my family.”

The man let out a monotonous laugh. “Ms Zoldyck, I’m not trying to start a fight here. We didn’t take you to use against your family or anything of that sort. We simply came to recruit our next line of assassins... and what a coincidence! The family we were following called one day to say they had a proposal for us, and that’s where you came in. It was just the luck of our draw that you happened to stumble upon the exact family of who would’ve been our next assassin.”

Ayame.

The man continued, “So please, rest assured we will not attempt to harm you or notify your family of your whereabouts. That would only be bad for both of us, correct?”

Sayomi nodded in defeat. She hadn’t stopped to think about the possibilities of her captors being a group so far up the food chain.

It’s true I don’t exactly want to go back home anyway. Maybe I’ll stick around and see what happens.

Sayomi closed her eyes as she leaned up against the cool glass of the window. Her head was throbbing from the sudden onset of overwhelming information, and all she wanted now was to let herself drift off into sleep.

Noting the lack of words from the teen beside him, the man made quiet movements to revert back to his original position, opting to stare out the window as the remainder of the car ride went without another word.

Deep in her dreams, Sayomi felt an emotion she hadn’t experienced since she was abandoned.

Happiness.

☾ iv.

Inside Sayomi’s dreams.

Sayomi looked down at herself to see she was wearing the kimono she had on the day her mother left her. There’s no way it could still fit her now, having grown almost half a foot, but there she was.

Fine, black silk ran elegantly down her shoulders, arms, and body. The silver accents shone like moonlight reflecting off of her form, while a shocking violet color made up the wrap around her waist.

“Sayomi! Get your head out of the clouds! If I beat you this time I’m taking your new daggers!”

Her head whipped up at the familiar squeaky voice. “Illumi?” she mumbled.

At the sound of his name, the boy turned back towards her, mid-run. The wide smile on his face was replaced by a frown as he noticed Sayomi’s perplexed expression.

Sayomi said nothing, however, only running towards her twin as she reached out to envelop her ever 10 year old brother in a hug.

But upon contact with Illumi, he vanished into thin air, taking the familiar scene of the courtyard away with him.

In a split second, she was back in Meteor City.

Sayomi blinked twice before slumping down into the sickening piles of junk and filth, sobbing as the absence of her other half sparked her back into reality.

“Ms Zoldyck”, a man’s voice echoed through her dreams.

“Ms Zoldyck”, once again and she opened her eyes-

☾ iv.

Sayomi blinked several times, spotting the reflection of herself slumped against the car door in the window.

It was much brighter now, the sun having risen far overhead while she had been asleep.

She squinted at the scenery whizzing by outside the window, sighing in defeat when she failed to recognize her new surroundings.

“Good Morning Ms Zoldyck. We have about a half an hour left to our destination.”

Bidding a slurred ‘good morning’ to the voice in return as she stretched her limbs, a weight dropped in her chest as she remembered why she was here.

Making use of the time left before her arrival, Sayomi attempted to wake herself further as she mentally prepared for the events to come.

15 more minutes in, and the nature that made up the scenery outside began to clear as Yorknew City came into view.

Worries aside, Sayomi stared at the rapidly approaching city in awe. She had yet to have visited Yorknew City, as her parents had felt she wasn’t ready for the big jobs yet.

But now she faced the megacity at last. She couldn’t help but feel excited at the thought of being in the bustling city of Yorknew on her own.

She was like a teenager who had snuck out to the mall while her parents were at work.

There was something so exhilarating about going against her parents’ words, even if it was unintentional. In the back of her mind, she felt crazy for cracking a smile in the situation she was in, but the 16 year old side of her ignored it as she let herself enjoy the moment.

Maybe this won’t be as bad as I thought.

☾ iv.

Arriving at their destination, the three black cars pulled up in front of a luxurious hotel.

Sayomi looked up at the building in awe, her breath fogging up the glass as she gaped at the forever extending floors of the hotel.

The driver of her designated car stepped out, followed by the man on her left.

Rounding about the back of the car, the man opened the door on Sayomi’s side, gesturing for her to exit the vehicle.

She quickly obliged, slinging her katana over her shoulder as the men from the other two cars accompanied her into the lobby.

Sayomi was once again awestruck by the interior of the hotel, everything around her seeming to scream ‘high-class’ and ‘wealthy’. It was a stark contrast to the rags she wore, having no other clothes besides the now tiny kimono she’d left back at Meteor City.

Although the mansion was without a doubt far larger and much pricier than the hotel in which she stood, Sayomi was mesmerized by the people, walking around or sitting in groups, their friendly bonds shining through the crowds.

Back at home, Sayomi’s only ‘friends’ had been Illumi and the butlers. She had yet to experience what it was like to have real friends, her parents seeing them only as a distraction to her job.

She was pulled away from her thoughts as one of the men nudged her to keep walking, the group making their way to the elevators.

Stopping in midway through the hall in wait of an elevator, the man who had been sitting next Sayomi in the car spoke up, “Welcome to your new temporary home, Ms Zoldyck.”

Home? I get to stay in this classy hotel?

The man broke through her thoughts once again, “As I told you before, as long as you behave and prove to be a valuable asset to us, we will treat you with the utmost respect.”

Sayomi made brief eye contact with the man, still wary of the offputting kindness they were showing her. Nevertheless, she nodded, not wanting to ruin the rare opportunity.

A loud ding signified the arrival of their elevator, and the same man accompanied Sayomi into the elevator, the rest of the members turning to head back out of the building.

Inside the elevator, the man held two buttons down at the same time, the top two floors: 49 and 50. Sayomi tilted her head, curious of the maneuver. “Why two floors?” she asked.

The man looked over his shoulder at her, raising his eyebrows at her question.

“It’s a secret floor. For the Mafia and our hired assassins. Just above the 50th floor.”

Sayomi’s mouth formed a round O, clearly impressed by the revelation of a secret floor. Just how influential are these people? They have their own floor and everything.

The two of them waited in silence for the remainder of the time, only moving when the elevator arrived at their floor.

Sayomi followed the man out into the hallway ahead, mindlessly reading the different room numbers as they passed her by. 5102… 5104… 5106… 5108-

“Alright Ms Zoldyck, this will be your room for the time being. Inside you’ll find a uniform along with any other supplies you’ll be needing while we’re here. I’ll come back in about half an hour to get you started on the job, so in the meantime please change into the uniform and get settled.” And with that, the man handed Sayomi a room key while explaining how the elevators were locked, meaning she couldn’t escape.

Accepting the room key, Sayomi hummed in agreement before entering her new room.

Room # 5110

Two steps into the room, her heart raced with excitement at the view in front of her.

The room itself wasn’t the impressive part, being a small square with a bed and bathroom. It was the view from the large window in front of her that made her exclaim in delight.

Having grown up on Kukuroo mountain with only the occasional trip to the outside world, the vast city and its bustling streets made Sayomi swoon, her heart restless for a chance to explore the beautiful city.

Noticing the uniform hanging in the closet as mentioned, Sayomi made quick work to change into the fresh set of clothes, ditching her rags.

It was a classic black suit with black dress shoes, matching the clothes of the men that had accompanied her here from Meteor City. The change in outfits restricted the usual placement of her band of needles, and she opted to tuck the band into her pocket instead.

A knock on her door interrupted the silence, as the man asked through the door if she was ready to begin the job.

She replied with a “yes”, moving to sling her katana over her shoulder as she exited the room.

☾ iv.

“When we don’t have specific targets for you, this will be your job.” the man started to say.

Sayomi stared at the walkie talkie now in her hands.

“You’ll be staged as a bodyguard for the VIPs that visit the hotel. It’s nothing hard, just a deal we keep with the management to keep our floor up here a secret” he continued.

She nodded in understanding. A bodyguard, huh. Maybe I’ll at least get some action this way.

“Ah, right. The walkie talkie I gave you will notify you of incoming VIP clients. All you have to do is accompany them with your assigned team to their room, where you’ll stand guard either inside or outside. 50 percent of the time the VIP will have a few assassins after them, but the other 50 percent stay and go with no problems.” He started walking back up the hall to the elevators.

Sayomi followed closely behind, asking a question once she stepped into the elevator. “For those 50 percent- the ones targeted by assassins, I mean. Is it fair game to kill their attackers?”

The man laughed out loud. “But of course, disposing of any attackers would only mean a safer client. Do as you wish as long as the VIP’s safety is ensured.”

The assassin blood that ran through Sayomi’s veins was bleeding through. It seemed her inevitable instinct to kill would always resurface, no matter how sympathetic or innocent she tried to become.

Back down at the hotel’s lobby once again, Sayomi now blended in with the numerous other bodyguards dressed in black suits.

Sayomi’s escort pointed towards the main entrance of the hotel. “Ms Zoldyck, you’ll be stationed with Team 3 over by the fountain right outside. Introduce yourself or don’t, just stand posted until your team is dispatched through the walkie talkies.”

Before she could even respond, the man took off walking back to the elevators, leaving Sayomi to find her way to her post.

Wow, alright then.

Sneering at the man’s abrupt exit, Sayomi tied back her hair, taking a second to compose herself before walking out to the fountain to join her team.

Finding the line of bodyguards quite literally stationed in front of the fountain, the man’s instructions echoed in her head as she decided on the latter, keeping from introducing herself.

The team now had 6 members with the addition of Sayomi, and the others took a moment to size up their new member.

Sayomi did likewise, glancing down the row of suit-clad bodyguards. There were 4 men and 1 other woman, all of them looking to be around their mid-20s.

Talk about a let down, they’re all at best D-ranked assassins.

Unimpressed at the lack of powerful auras amongst her new allies, Sayomi’s shoulders slumped as she turned to face the busy street with a lack of enthusiasm.

Figuring out a way to pass the time, Sayomi settled for analyzing the hundreds of people that walked by. She was curious about the so-called urban culture she had heard so much about from Ayame back in Meteor City.

Though Sayomi wasn’t completely detached from society, she had still spent a large portion of her life either trapped in the mansion or, recently, in Meteor City. This being, she was fascinated by the little things, such as the different types of clothing people in the city wore, or the billboards and neon signs that began to light up the streets as evening fell upon Yorknew City.

I wonder what I’d look like if I wore a dress like that… nah but it’s probably impossible to run in anyway.

Looking down at the modest outfit she wore and back to the woman passing by wearing a rather revealing dress, she pouted.

It must be nice to be able to enjoy the nightlife in a city like this. Maybe when i’m older-

The static sounds of her team’s walkie talkies cut through her thoughts, finally dispatching their assignment for the next few days.

“Team 3. VIP client Adachi Yuto is arriving in less than one minute. The vehicle is a black Maserati and the assigned room will be 4823. Current stay will be 3 days.”

In unison, Sayomi and the rest of the team straightened their postures, now on alert while they awaited the VIP’s arrival.

Right on time at about a minute later, a black Maserati pulled up to the curb in front of the team. A few of the members began walking towards the car, and the rest including Sayomi followed suit.

The driver opened the door to the backseat in front of them, and a man looking to be in his early 20s stepped out, thanking the driver.

Must be the VIP.

Her fellow bodyguards started to move almost automatically, forming a circle around the young man. Sayomi quickly found her spot in the formation, walking behind the VIPs right side as the group made their way into the hotel.

Her team seemed to be far experienced, as they walked straight to the elevators without another word or break in formation. It was a silent trip up to floor 48, the VIP remaining occupied on his phone for the entirety of the ride.

Once arriving at room 4823, one of the bodyguards finally spoke, addressing the VIP. “Mr. Yuto, would you like any of us to accompany you inside?”

The VIP politely declined, only looking up from his phone to briefly thank the team for their hard work.

With the VIP turning in for the night, the 3 day timer began for the team. They would take turns in pairs, staying posted outside the VIP’s room, the others going to get rest before switching in once again.

One of the men volunteered to take the first shift, along with the other woman in group, leaving the rest of them to rest until their shifts came around.

Sayomi was paired with one of the remaining men to take the next shift. He was a stocky, sturdy-looking man, most likely one of the older members of the group from the signs of age evident in his facial features.

Agreeing to come back around to the post 15 minutes prior to their shift, the two returned to their rooms on the 51st floor.

☾ iv.

Sayomi flopped down onto her bed upon returning to her room.

Man, this job is getting boring already.

Glancing at the clock on the wall, she decided to get some rest while she could. She had about 4 hours until the shift change, her break being in the most inconvenient time frame.

Sayomi’s shift would be in the dead of night, from 1 am to 5 am.

Not bothering to move underneath the blankets or even untie her hair, Sayomi fell into a deep sleep with her legs dangling off the side of the bed. Her mind and body were both exhausted from the day’s past events, and all she wanted now was to move on from what’d already occurred.

Because the past isn’t important… right?

That’s what she chose to believe for now, but she also knew in the back of her mind that sooner or later the past would come back and find her.

☾ iv.

to be continued.

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HALF(have a little fun) pt. iii

→ one | two

» part three / ?

» pairing: eventually - chrollo x oc x feat. hisoka

» warnings: drugs, blood/violence

» word count: 2,948

☾ iii.

Name: Sayomi Zoldyck 小夜美 | "小" is small | "夜" is night | "美" is beauty |

Hair color: White

Eye Color: Purple

Nen: Manipulator (same exact abilities as Illumi)

Abilities: Same as Illumi Zoldyck - Body Alteration, Hypnotic Spell, Corpse Control, Needle People, Katana

☾ iii. part iii: meteor city

Sayomi woke up with a start.

Her violet eyes flew open as she gasped remembering the past events and how her mother had drugged her.

Attempting to rise from her less than comfortable position on the ground, a nasty stench made her cringe as she gaped at her new surroundings.

Trash and dumped items made up the entirety of where she sat, as well as everything else she could see from her spot. Most of it was worn down enough to be unrecognizeable, only looking like jagged pieces of material building upon each other.

Standing up in one swift movement, Sayomi stretched out her tired limbs as she tried to grasp the situation she was in. Maybe mother threw me in the junkyard?

It wouldn’t be the first time her mother had tried to dump her somewhere, but Illumi or her father would usually come running for her before she would even have time to recognize her surroundings.

Taking a step forward to start exploring, she paused as she kicked something lying by her feet.

The item stood out amongst the rust and filth, as it was immaculate and seemed to radiate a familiar aura. A katana?

Tilting her head curiously, Sayomi reached down and grabbed the sheathed weapon. It was indeed very clean and actually seemed brand new.

Looking it up and down, a silver gleam caught her eye- it was an engraving left on the otherwise black covering.

‘Sayomi Zoldyck’

A rush of adrenaline ran through her blood as she recognized her own name engraved on the sheath. But why would mother reward me after dumping me in this junkyard?

Thousands of questions and possible scenarios ran through her head, but she pushed them aside with a shake of her head. I might as well play with this to pass the time.

The 10 year old unsheathed her new weapon, getting ready to take a practice swing when a rolled up piece of paper dropped from the katana.

Unravelling the note, Sayomi read it contents without a moment to lose.

Sayomi,

Welcome to Meteor City.

I’m sure you recognize the name from the many stories I’ve told you and your brother about my hometown.

And from those same stories, you should know that those who make it out of the city come back stronger than they’ve ever been before.

My only daughter, you know how much I cherish you and wish to see you succeed.

When the time is right, you will find your way back home and claim your rightful spot as heir of the family business.

Until then,

Mother

Meteor City. As the reality of her situation started to sink in, Sayomi found it hard to breath. Whether it was the anxiety starting to take over her brain, or the barely breathable, polluted air of Meteor City, she found herself falling to her knees, nauseous.

☾iii.

Sayomi was desperate. She had been walking alone for close to four hours before traces of civilization began to appear in the distance.

Her wounds were splitting open under the cloth bandages she wore, and dehydration sent black spots dancing across her vision.

Sayomi remembered something from one of the stories her mother had once told them. It was that the citizens of Meteor City refrained from hostility between one another unless they were threatened first.

With this in mind, Sayomi continued on to the tents and vast pillars of smoke in front of her.

Clutching her side, which was now bleeding through the wraps Illumi had given her, Sayomi spotted vague figures moving about within the camp.

The sweat dripping into her eyes didn’t help her already blurring vision as she squinted hard to try and identify the faint figures that grew larger as she approached them.

At last within modest range of the camp, one of the members turned to face her.

One after another the citizens turned from their positions, analyzing the outcast that had stumbled upon their camp.

Struggling to remain upright with her wounds and burning lungs, Sayomi let out a cry of pain before falling to the ground once again, the jagged surface cutting into her ankles.

Several of the figures rushed towards the fallen 10 year old. With caring hands, one of the citizens lifted the girl into her arms, her lightweight figure not being a struggle to carry.

Sayomi looked up at the woman weakly, she was most likely in her 40s, her eyes gray and facial features dull.

At the same time, the woman stared back, seemingly trying to analyze Sayomi’s strong features. She recognized that her slanted violet eyes were far foreign to Meteor City, along with her intricate kimono and katana. How did a child of such status end up here?

Taking Sayomi to her own home within the camp, she treated Sayomi’s wounds and gave her water along with a small portion of food to eat.

The woman had introduced herself once Sayomi was back on her feet. Her name was Rin, and she had been living in Meteor City since she could remember.

She introduced her husband and daughter as well. Their names being Shota and Ayame respectively.

Ayame turned out to be two years older than Sayomi. She had ashy brown hair and gray eyes like her mother.

The rest of the community welcomed Sayomi with open arms, not bothering to ask where she came from or why she was here. It seemed they didn’t care.

Though Sayomi was grateful of their hospitality, she was homesick already. Missing the mansion where everything was familiar and made sense.

When night fell on her first day in Meteor City, Sayomi shut her eyes tight from her spot next to Ayame on the floor. It didn’t seem real to her. Just yesterday she had been with her family and everything had been as it always was.

Did everyone want her gone? Not just mother?

Thoughts like these ran through Sayomi’s fragile mind. All this stress at such a young age poisoned the girl’s mind, making her question the validity of those who loved her.

☾iii.

Much like Illumi back at the Zoldyck mansion, Sayomi spent most of her time in Meteor city training.

The environment, as well as occasional gang fights taught Sayomi real fighting, and not the guided sparring she would do back at home.

Mirroring the techniques she had once seen while shadowing a senior assassin, Sayomi worked towards extending her abilities to mastering the katana.

Her needles remained as well, safely tucked away on a band she kept around her left thigh, hidden from others. They were a constant reminder of Illumi, her best friend and the only one she had her hopes left in to save her.

On another note, the family she stayed with was generous to point that she began to grow suspicious of their willingness to take care of her.

Hospitality was one thing, but she knew enough to recognize an odd-favored deal when she saw one.

Sayomi had been freeloading off the family, wearing the extra clothes they provided her, eating their food, drinking from their water supply, and even sleeping in their tent.

But as wary as she was, she knew this was the only option she had. For now.

She had already stayed far from the city’s borders, and the only way off of the island in the first place was by boat.

Sayomi would have to wait for the right time in order to escape the city alive.

☾iii.

6 years later

“Sayomi~”

The sun rose over Meteor City, waking its inhabitants, and marking the start to another day.

Inside one of the many worn tents at the camp, a girl with tangled, brilliant white hair laid sprawled out on the cardboard-floors.

“Sayomi!” Ayame entered the tent once again, waking the girl to join her family for breakfast.

Sayomi groaned at the sunlight that entered the tent with Ayame’s return.

Sitting up, her hair cascaded down her shoulders and back, just barely touching the floor below her waist.

Now 16 years old, Sayomi’s face had thinned out, no longer round and chubby, but firm and angular with more defined features.

Her striking violet eyes and silky white hair were the only things that seemed to remain the same from when she was dumped 6 years ago.

With a noticeable number of inches added to her legs and arms, as well as new subtle curves adorning her body, Sayomi had matured a great amount, both physically and mentally. What had once been an innocent, joyful 10 year old girl, was now approaching the end of her youth days trapped in a foreign city.

Sayomi didn’t talk about her family. Or the past for that much.

She didn’t like to remember the feeling of waiting desperately for someone to find her.

As a 10 year girl, she didn’t know any better than to rely on her family to come rescue her. But as those days turned into months, and the months turned into years, her hope had died miserably, being replaced by a deep sense of betrayal.

The most she had told the family about her life before Meteor City was about Killua. She had beamed proudly as she told them how similar they looked to each other. Killua. I wonder how he’s turned out to be. If he’s 6 years old now, that means he’s already started training...

But this was her life now, whether she liked it or not, and she would make the most of it even if it meant living only for herself.

“Sayomi! For the last time, waaake uppp. Breakfast is ready.”

Yet another day in Meteor City began for Sayomi. After finishing up breakfast with Ayame and her parents, Sayomi grabbed her katana to go run through more forms on her own.

6 years with the katana, and Sayomi was almost considered proficient in the sword’s fine practice. Without a master to learn from, the majority of her techniques were either gathered from faint memories of when she was younger, or those she came up with herself.

She had also taken the risk of going into some of the gang fights using only her katana, and though she had gotten in dangerous situations to begin with, her hard work didn’t betray her.

Standing in the piles of junk with her arms raised naturally behind her head, Sayomi took a deep breath in and out, ever so bored of the dull features at Meteor City.

☾iii.

After another day filled with meticulous training, Sayomi head back to camp, making her way to Ayame’s tent.

However, upon approaching the little green tent, she sensed within the air that something was off.

She could feel the abnormally tense auras of those sitting inside the tent, much like those of someone caught lying. Slowing her steps towards the tent, Sayomi activated her zetsu in order to listen in to the apparent conversation going on inside.

“Yes, I’m sure that’s her full name. Sayomi Zoldyck. She’s the one we’ll give you instead of Ayame.”

It was Shota’s voice.

His normally confident tone was replaced by one filled with a thousand concerns.

“I assure you she’ll be here with us when you arrive tomorrow. Thank you again, sir, for accepting the replacement. Good Night.”

Could it be another gang looking for trouble? She was sure she could take them, whoever they were, but it still hurt to be referred to as ‘the replacement’.

Sayomi shook her head out of such thoughts, realizing how panicked she was becoming over another silly gang. She made her presence visible once again, taking louder than normal footsteps as she returned into the tent for the night.

☾iii.

It was a quiet night much like usual, but everyone inside the tent could feel the discomfort that seemed to radiate around the 4 in endless circles.

Sayomi shifted in her sleep, unable to ignore the itching feeling in the back of her mind.

The gangs here are nothing, I’ll be fine.

She fell asleep late that night, despite being exhausted from a full day of training. A battle of worries and self-reassurance eventually died down in her mind, letting her sleep in peace.

Having fallen into a deep sleep, she had missed the sound of Ayame crying softly next to her. The older girl fell asleep facing away from Sayomi, feeling too guilty to even look at her.

“I’m so sorry, Sayomi.” Ayame whispered into the darkness.

☾iii.

Early morning the next day, a commotion stirred through the camp.

The sound of multiple vehicles treading over glass and broken fragments awoke Sayomi, who sat up too quickly for her tired self.

Her body lurched to the side, thrown off balance by the sudden movement she had made to get up.

Groaning while she firmly held her balance with a single hand digging into the blankets pooled around her, Sayomi was confused to see that the tent was empty around her.

Rubbing the sleep out of her eyes, Sayomi slung her katana over her shoulder hastily before making her way outside, her left hand hovering over the needles strapped to her thigh.

It was still dark out when Sayomi lifted the entrance of the tent. Quite close to golden hour, but still dark enough for her to have to strain noteably in order to see.

The vehicles she had heard were parked about 50 feet from where she stood. There were 3 cars parked side by side, black sedans that looked much similar to the ones back at the estate.

Upon her eyes’ adjustment to the dark, Sayomi could see several men dressed in black suits conversing with Shota and Rin, Ayame by their side.

She kept her guard up as she attempted to read the auras of the people standing in front of her, getting a faint feel for their emotions.

Ayame and her family were tense, worried, but Shota showed small signs of relief in his expression. The men in suits were less readable, their emotions hidden behind an experienced aura of composure.

Looks like they’re pretty experienced… But they don’t look like a gang, or like they’re even from around here.

Taking a risk, Sayomi edged closer to the group, trying to listen in on the conversation. She was partially concealed by a pile of junk, only peeking out once in a while to confirm their positions.

Her new spot was about 30 feet from the closest man, and she could now make out parts of their conversation.

An unfamiliar voice rumbled “Rest assured, she will be provided with more than she ever was here.”

Shota’s voice was next. “And will she be safe on the trip to Yorknew City?”

Yorknew City. So whoever these people were didn’t want to kill her, but take her with them to the great city of opportunities? Well, damn.

Sayomi stepped out from her position behind the pile, not caring to keep her guard up as she willingly presented herself to her soon to be captors.

Ayame gasped upon seeing Sayomi walk towards them with her hands relaxed behind her head. Her eyes shifted to her parents. They were just as surprised, having not noticed her presence earlier.

The men looked from the shocked family of 3 to the teen strolling towards their makeshift circle. She could sense them growing tense with each of her steps, deducing her identity as their target.

One of them finally broke the silence, acknowledging her presence.

“Sayomi Zoldyck?”

Sayomi gave a flat-lipped smile in return. “Yes sir.”

The family was wading in embarrassment and horror, caught red-handed agreeing to sell Sayomi off.

The men scoffed at the brazen teen, preparing to catch her off guard with the proposal, but Sayomi spoke first.

“So, what I’m getting from this- is basically that… you had a deal with this family for whatever reason. And were going to take their daughter from them, but they pleaded with you and insisted that I could be a better replacement?”

Her deductive instincts had helped her reach the conclusion that was pretty much dead on.

The family remained still, averting their gazes from the teen in front of them, while the men nodded several times before speaking.

“Correct. Your arrogance will surely not be needed where we’re going, but I guess it’s alright as long as you’re able to back it up.”

Leaving no opening for Sayomi to respond, another one of the men spoke up. “Shall we get going then? It seems like force won’t be necessary, so we might as well move while everyone’s cooperating.”

Sayomi had only nodded, a slight skip in her step as she seized the opportunity to leave Meteor City at last. Whatever business awaited her ahead could be dealt with, and she found it in herself to smile as she faced the family that had supported her for the past 6 years.

“Shota, Rin, Ayame. I could never thank you enough for your generosity during these past years of mine. And so, with all due respect, please forget all about me and flourish in the love of your family once again.”

No matter how blunt, she had meant every word she said, and with that Sayomi turned her back to the people who had raised her up through her broken youth.

She felt no remorse for their guilt-ridden feelings, for it was just another thing in the past.

The 3 cars took off through the rubble, Sayomi in the backseat of one of them. Her violet eyes reflected off the glass of the window beside her, reminding her of the first time she had arrived. She sat in silence as she watched the hell that had been Meteor City flash past her.

Old news.

Just like her family.

☾iii.

to be continued.

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HALF(have a little fun) pt. ii

read part one here!

» part two / ?

» pairing: eventually - chrollo x oc x feat. hisoka

» warnings: drugs, blood/violence

» word count: 2,506

☾ ii.

Name: Sayomi Zoldyck 小夜美 | "小" is small | "夜" is night | "美" is beauty |

Hair color: White

Eye Color: Purple

Nen: Manipulator (same exact abilities as Illumi)

Abilities: Same as Illumi Zoldyck - Body Alteration, Hypnotic Spell, Corpse Control, Needle People, Katana

☾ ii. part ii: a backstory(2/2)

In front of Illumi and Kikyo, Sayomi laid unconscious, bleeding through the cloth bandages from the torture she had received the other day, as well as her new wounds from the fight.

Despite her daughter’s current state, Kikyo was dissatisfied with the fight, now yelling at Illumi for going easy on his sister. She hadn’t realized that Sayomi had never even attempted to strike back against Illumi.

She was blinded by her hate and disgust towards her daughter, not even aware of what she was complaining about anymore. “You should have been harsher on her! She deserves nothing but pain for disgracing our family!”

Illumi’s eyes wavered at the sight of Sayomi crumpled on the grass in front of him. He felt sick to his stomach.

His mother’s words were nothing but empty shells to him, but the smallest amount of guilt struck his heart as he turned away from his sister to face his hysterical mother.

Now facing Kikyo, Illumi’s eyes seemed to darken and narrow with each insult that came out of his mother’s mouth. His right hand twisted and bundled the fabric of his training pants, materializing into a trembling, pale fist.

And though he wanted to express the pent up anger trapped within himself, he didn’t, as he knew it would only make things worse for Sayomi.

Instead, he chose to stand his ground without a word, only staring forward with a vacant gaze towards his mother.

Kikyo was about done screaming at her now two broken twins, and she clenched her jaw tight as she made her way to her fallen daughter, nails outstretched.

She was going to get rid of her insolent daughter.

Now having seen that Illumi was stronger than Sayomi, Kikyo saw no point in her daughter continuing on to disgrace the family name.

Her hand shot down to close around Sayomi’s neck, only to be stopped with a piercing shriek that she then recognized as her own.

Illumi had stepped between his mother and sister, shooting a hand out to stop his mother from harming Sayomi any further.

Unable to control the anger that was mixed in with his urgency to stop his mother, he had gripped too hard and snapped his mother’s wrist. There was a sickening crack as Kikyo cried out and hurriedly stepped away from the twins.

“ILLUMI! MY WRIST!” Kikyo stared at her son in horror, teeth grinding together as her wrist went limp by her side.

However, Illumi had already started off in the other direction, leaving his sister and mother behind as he made his way back to his room.

☾ ii.

Normally bright, vibrant violet eyes were hidden behind a set of full lashes and eyelids that seemed to be too heavy to budge. Sayomi wasn’t in the infirmary or her room, however.

The arrhythmic sound of a rumbling engine and tires rolling over uneven cement surrounded Sayomi in a barely conscious state.

Kikyo sat still in the back seat of one of the slick black cars owned by the Zoldycks. Her wrist remained limp on her lap, going unnoticed as she continued to stare ahead at the road in front of her.

On her left was a drained version of her daughter, still recovering from her unconsciousness and unable to open her eyes. The car was silent, eerily silent, as the butler drove on without a word.

The Zoldyck estate was now far behind them, as hills and abandoned lots passed with a blur moving on to unknown lands.

Three hours in, Sayomi’s eyelids lifted with much difficulty, as she struggled to keep them open. Her cheek rested on the smooth leather of the car door, her forehead pressing into the cool glass of the window.

Everything around her seemed hazy, but she was able to squint hard enough to see her own dishevelled reflection in the window, as well as the unfamiliar scenery that continued to pass by.

Focusing harder on the reflection in the window, Sayomi was able to spot her mother sitting beside her. Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion as she moved to lift her head off of the car door.

Upon Sayomi’s movement, Kikyo turned to look at her daughter with distaste evident in her expression. “Good morning to you, Sayomi dear”.

Sayomi only acknowledged her mother’s words with a grunt, too exhausted to think or speak.

With a lack of urgency, Kikyo moved to retrieve something from the holder beside her, a glass bottle that seemed to contain water. Unscrewing the lid nonchalantly, she handed the bottle to the faint girl beside her. “Drink up dear, you must be exhausted.”

Although in the back of her mind, Sayomi questioned the sudden hospitality of her mother, she was much too fatigued to give the offer a second thought as she reached out for the bottle.

With a shaky hand, Sayomi accepted the drink with a soft “thank you”, taking a swig of the liquid without hesitation.

The drugs Kikyo had mixed into the water were odorless and flavorless, but Sayomi had endured countless forms of harmful substances and immediately sensed something was off.

Noting the small cringe evident in her daughter’s face, Kikyo made quick work of pinching Sayomi’s nose closed, forcing her to choke and swallow the drugs.

Sayomi gasped for air as she dropped the bottle in her hand, the contents spilling over the floormats beneath her feet.

She whipped her head to see her mother smiling contently, and started to speak when the lights went out for Sayomi for the second time that day.

☾ ii.

Kikyo was cruel. And without her husband or father in law there to stop her, she was unhinged and acted out against her daughter full of spite and pure hatred.

Ever since Sayomi was born, the attention of all the elders and family acquaintances shifted from the new woman of the Zoldyck family- Kikyo, to the bright bundle of joy- Sayomi, who displayed Silva’s features on her face like a mirror.

She was jealous of her own daughter, recalling all she had to go through to be accepted by the Zoldyck family herself, while Sayomi seemed to fit right into their legacy without having to even lift a finger.

The driver was well aware of their destination and felt like he was making the wrong decision by going through with Kikyo’s plans. But he knew the consequences of disobeying his employer and continued towards Meteor City, his two hands gripping tight on the wheel.

☾ ii.

Many different modes of transportation later, and the three arrived at Meteor City, their fancy clothes and car proving they didn’t belong in the waste that seemed to pile on infinitely.

Kikyo made no movements from her seat in the car, only gesturing with a single pale finger towards the butler. “Leave her here, please.”

The butler nodded and reached over to the passenger seat in order to retrieve something before moving to lift Sayomi out of her seat.

Sayomi was carried off to a somewhat clearer spot amidst the dump, her luminous white hair waving in the breeze as the butler left her leaning against what made out to be the rusty remnants of a fridge.

He held between his arm and side the katana Kikyo had brought with them. Placing it at Sayomi’s feet with a sigh, he bowed to the 10 year old still deep in sleep and wished her well.

Silently, the butler turned away from Sayomi and made his way back to the car, trudging through the waste and broken fragments of millions of lost items.

As he started the car to return back to the Zoldyck estate, the butler’s mind repeated a verse he had once heard through the many jobs he experienced.

It was the Meteor City motto: “We’ll accept anything you leave here, but don’t ever take anything away from us.”

The citizens of Meteor City were said to have a bond thinner than water and thicker than blood… How would Sayomi fit into this broken down community?

He wasn’t sure she could.

☾ ii.

Back at the Zoldyck mansion, Kikyo was met with the sight of about 50 butlers rolling on the floor in agony, needles sticking out from their faces and necks.

In front of the gate stood Illumi, his black eyes full of rage once again as he approached his mother. “I know what you’ve done, mother. The butlers gave me more than enough information.”

Kikyo only smiled at her son, unwavering at the mass amount of butlers he had taken down. “Good then, dear. I hope you’ve learned something from the consequences of your sister’s decisions.”

With that, she continued on past the devastated twin and into the mansion.

Illumi stood his ground, watching his mother leave him without any remorse for his other half, his twin.

A single tear slipped out from one of his eyes, running down his pale cheek to drip off of his jaw.

He would find Sayomi, no matter what. Even if he couldn’t right this moment, he would wait and save her when the time was right.

You’ll be alright Sayomi.

We’ve been through worse.

☾ ii.

Zeno and Silva returned from their mission late the next day. Just stepping towards the gate, both could feel the heavy atmosphere around them, in addition to seeing the sheer number of butlers with patched up faces.

Meeting each other’s eyes for a split second, the two assassins heaved out heavy sighs as they pushed through the great front gate with ease.

Their walk towards the mansion was quiet for the most part, the only sounds interrupting the silence being the faint chirp of crickets and an occasional bullfrog in the distance.

It wasn’t the first or last time there would be trouble at the Zoldyck mansion.

On occasion, there would be a fairly successful band of intruders that would deflate the mood at the estate, or one of Kikyo’s tantrums that led to the injuries of many of the unfortunate butlers that happened to cross paths with her.

Judging by the large number of butlers injured this time around, the two placed their bets on a fairly successful invasion.

Making their way through the doors of the mansion at last, Zeno and Silva sought out Kikyo to find out just what had occurred in their absence.

However, before they even made it halfway to Kikyo’s chambers, Illumi came running towards them, a rare occurrence for the usually inexpressive boy.

His long, black hair was the tiniest bit mussed and his round eyes were wider than usual.

Without pausing to catch his breath, Illumi broke the news to the two elders. “Father, grandfather. Sayomi is gone.”

Perplexed and bewildered at the sudden turn of events, Zeno and Silva sputtered out sounds of confusion as they pressed Illumi to explain in more detail.

“Mother…-mother made us fight and then… she left Sayomi at Meteor City!”

Silva’s mouth dropped open in clear astonishment, pushing past Illumi to find his wife. There was no way he would leave his only daughter to fend for herself in Meteor City.

His pace quickened as he turned the corner, heading straight for Kikyo’s room with a hard-set jaw and rage evident in his expression.

Confronting his wife with a booming voice, Silva demanded the reason behind Kikyo’s actions. “Kikyo. How can you make such hasty decisions without stopping to think first?”

Silva was furious, but with the watching eyes around him, he maintained his composure as the butlers were dismissed from Kikyo’s side.

Kikyo spoke without a care, only adding to the growing aggravation of her husband. “Ah, welcome back dear... Sayomi’s insolent behavior was in need of strict discipline, and so she will remain in Meteor City until she is able to find her own way back.”

Sliding a hand down his face in exasperation, Silva groaned at Kikyo’s antics. “Kikyo. Do you even realize what you’ve done to our only daughter?”

Kikyo smirked in response and opened her mouth to speak only to be cut off by Silva’s voice.

“There’s no turning back in Meteor City! Sayomi has most likely already been claimed by their rotten community and she’ll most likely be sold off with an aura that strong!”

As Silva took a seat, dizzy from the pure outrageousness of the situation, Kikyo opened her mouth once again.

“Dear. Did you forget that I was once a citizen of that rotten community? This is for her own good, and when our daughter returns, she will be even stronger than any training we could possibly give her. Think about the future of our family, she will be fit to inherit the family business!”

Silva raised his head at this.

It was true he had been mulling over which of his children could be fit to inherit his position. Millions of thoughts ran wild through his mind. He knew it would be nearly impossible to find and retrieve Sayomi at this point, and perhaps she would benefit from the experience.

If she doesn’t return within two years time, we can always rescue her. No, but will she survive until then? Of course she will. She’s my daughter after all.

Without even realizing it, Silva had effectively been persuaded into leaving his daughter at the city of ruins.

There really was no turning back now.

☾ ii.

From the moment Illumi saw his father return with a conflicted expression spanning over his face, he could sense the outcome of his parents’ argument.

Sayomi was trapped in Meteor City.

When Silva officially broke the news to his father and Illumi, the 10 year old took off in a sprint, locking himself in his room.

Illumi was drowning. Too far deep in his own despair.

His sister’s giddy smile flashed through his mind, her bright violet eyes seeming to burn through his own.

He had never felt more helpless or weak than this moment.

As he folded into himself, forming a barricade of arms and legs from everything around him, tears streamed down his face as the absence of his twin burned a gaping hole into his heart.

☾ ii.

Illumi was never the same after that day.

His emotionless state was reduced even further into a mere skeleton of himself as he mourned his missing half.

Every day was the same exact routine.

He would wake up with the hopes that everything had just been a bad dream, and that Sayomi would be stumbling her way outside to race him to the training yard.

And every day he would have to come to terms with the reality that Sayomi was indeed gone.

He put all his focus into training as a way to cope with the situation, pushing himself to new limits each time.

He obeyed his mother’s every command, killed in cold-blood, and when offered jobs, went through with them without fail.

Illumi’s soul was fading, yet despite the loss in expression, his power continued to reach new heights.

Now he was nothing more than a machine, a weapon wielded by his parents that brought them fortunes.

☾ ii.

to be continued.

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HALF(have a little fun) pt. i

» part one / ?

» pairing: eventually - chrollo x oc x feat. hisoka

» warnings: swearing, blood/violence

» word count: 2,726

☾ i.

Name: Sayomi Zoldyck 小夜美 | "小" is small | "夜" is night | "美" is beauty |

Hair color: White

Eye Color: Purple

Nen: Manipulator (same exact abilities as Illumi)

Abilities: Same as Illumi Zoldyck - Body Alteration, Hypnotic Spell, Corpse Control, Needle People, Katana

☾ part i: a backstory(1/2)

Deep within the Zoldyck estate, Kikyo and Silva Zoldyck celebrated the birth of their first children with rare smiles decorating their faces. They were twins, a boy and a girl, but they could not have been more opposite of each other.

The boy whom they chose to name Illumi, had mysterious, onyx black eyes and had not cried nor struggled upon being brought into the world. This led the Zoldycks to worry whether the baby was healthy or not, but were reassured by the midwives and doctor that he was indeed completely healthy, despite the baby’s odd lack of expression.

The girl, who was about 20 minutes older than the boy was a complete contrasting image of the former child. They named her Sayomi. Sayomi had striking violet eyes and brilliant white hair, mirroring both those of her father. Unlike her twin, she had done the whole newborn baby shenanigan with a piercing cry and thrashed about in Kikyo’s arms upon being held.

Thus, began the new generation of the Zoldyck family.

☾ i.

The twins began training at the age of 4, and it was harsh, brutal training fit for the next line of Zoldyck assassins.

Though deep down Silva and Kikyo loved their children, on the surface, they viewed their children as the ones who would eventually replace them and carry on the Zoldyck legacy. And in order to do so, the training they put their children through was all too necessary for the sake of their futures.

Yet, however painful or exhausting the training would be, Illumi and Sayomi found ways to make it bearable with each other’s company.

It could be their little races to the training yard each morning, stepping on each other’s feet under the dinner table, or even pranking some of the butlers.

In a way, they were able to balance each other out, much like two halves of a whole. With Illumi’s lack of expression and Sayomi’s affectionate nature, it was a mystery to those around them of how they were able to grow to be inseparable.

As the twins’ training progressed and the years went by, it was time to awaken their Nen abilities.

Silva and Zeno had requested that the now 7 year-olds meet in the courtyard today instead of their regular training, where they would now be categorized into the different types of Nen.

Illumi and Sayomi sat side by side on a bench in the courtyard in wait of Silva and Zeno, playing with their needles to pass the time.

The black-haired twin flicked his wrist faster than the eye could see, sending the needle between his fingers to go flying and hit a bird mid-flight right in the butt.

Watching the poor bird plummet to the ground in front of them, the twin girl’s violet eyes brightened and crinkled at the edges as she laughed out loud at her brother’s ‘choice’ of aim, falling to the ground while clutching her sides.

A slight shade of pink dusted Illumi’s cheeks as his sister teased his needle-throw, before huffing and turning the other way. He swore it had been on purpose, but was immediately shut down by his sister’s obnoxiously loud giggling.

Silva and Zeno approached from a distance and couldn’t help but smile at the view in front of them.

Sayomi was rolling around in the grass with laughter, her melodious voice echoing throughout the courtyard, while Illumi sat cross-armed with a blush threatening to spread across his otherwise pale face.

It was a scene that seemed to reoccur often between the twins, their starkly different personalities showing through clear as day.

Zeno stifled a laugh at the bird which now lied dead approximately 3-feet from where they stood, one of Illumi’s needles sticking out from its rear. Regaining his composure, Zeno called out for the twins.

“Sayomi! Illumi!”

Sayomi looked up from where she laid on the grass, immediately moving to sit next to her brother once again.

In Zeno and Silva’s hands, each was a glass of water filled exactly to the brim. It was amazing how steadily the two senior assassins could move, the water remaining still in either cup.

The time had finally come where the twins would awaken and discover their Nen.

Setting the glasses down on a table in the middle of the courtyard, Silva gestured for the twins to take a seat across from them before beginning his explanation.

The twins sat down with caution, curious of the sudden change in training plans, and Silva delved into the history and power of Nen along with its importance.

Having officially bored the twins into a state of drowsiness, Silva decided to cut to the chase. “Today both of you will figure out where you belong in the spectrum of Nen users, and you will both leave here with more power than you’ve ever wielded before.”

This caught the attention of both kids, simultaneously perking up to the word “power”.

“This is called the Water Divination Test.” Silva gestured to the glasses of water placed in front of the twins.

A leaf was placed in both of the glasses, floating still upon the surfaces of water.

Zeno continued the explanation, describing what would occur. “It’s a Shingen Ryu screening tool used for classifying aura. You will place your hands on either side of the glass with the utmost focus and your abilities will be revealed by what happens.”

After a short demonstration, the twins were up to the test, eager to know which category of Nen they would belong to.

Sitting up straight in their seats, the twins raised their hands to their respective glasses and focused all their energy into the glassed of water in front of them.

Sayomi was the first to get a reaction, as the leaf floating in the water twitched and spun in circles.

She exclaimed at the sudden movement, excitedly looking up at Silva and Zeno who beamed with pride. Both adults had hidden their shock at the girl’s raw power, causing the leaf not only to twitch but spin rapidly.

It was a short-lived moment, as everyone’s attention was brought to Illumi’s leaf doing exactly the same, spinning in the other direction within the water.

Illumi cocked his head curiously at the movement, not showing as much enthusiasm as his twin. Zeno and Silva nodded in approval and the twins shared a smile as they listened in to the capabilities of their Nen category.

The twins were manipulators, Zeno explained. “Manipulators are argumentative and logical. They advance at their own pace and tend to want to keep their families and loved ones safe. On the other hand, when it comes to pursuing their own goals, they do not listen to what others might have to say about it.”

☾ i.

Life or death situations almost every day that consisted of torture-training, sparring, and even shadowing butlers at work or senior assassins on missions for a good 3 years brought the twins to their current state.

At the age of 10, Sayomi and Illumi were full-fledged and elite Zoldyck assassins. And to top it off, came the birth of Killua, the twins’ new younger brother, who would soon become Sayomi’s biggest weakness.

From the moment Killua was born, the elders sensed an overwhelming aura radiating off of the newborn, that screamed killer and powerful.

However, all Sayomi could see were the uncanny similarities between the baby and herself.

Brilliant white hair, slanted, bright blue eyes, that looked like her own violet ones, and above all, a wide, gleeful smile. Killua’s smile, although a baby, felt more genuine than any smile she had received in her entire life, and the warm sensation that spread throughout her body made her take another look at her younger brother’s sleeping face.

She was absolutely fascinated by how similar the baby could look to herself, and decided to herself then and there that she would forever protect Killua at all costs.

☾ i.

On the other hand, the twins were already on the job, taking clients and bringing enough success to spread rumours about the new generation of Zoldycks.

Sayomi was on her fifth client when she finally ran into a situation that caused her to hinder from the job.

Her target was an 18 year old girl, the daughter of the CEO that had backstabbed her client. But her age wasn’t what bothered Sayomi. It was what she’d saw while hiding in the shadows of the girl’s suite room.

From the cabinet of which she hid behind, Sayomi couldn’t help but feel a strong disdain to herself as she watched her clueless target without a sound.

The 18-year old brunette that identified as her target laughed giddily as she twirled around with a toddler in her arms. The baby let out cries of joy that seemed to pierce through Sayomi’s heart like daggers as she thought of little Killua.

The girl almost seemed like a reflection of herself, and the innocence of the situation made Sayomi’s shoulders slump as she looked at herself in disgust.

What was she thinking?

There’s no way she would be able to kill a target if she began to sympathize with them. She was supposed to be impartial, cold-blooded and cold-hearted like the rest of her family. But Sayomi was ashamed of herself, to say the least, and she wouldn’t, no, couldn’t go through with the job.

Carefully turning from her spot behind the wall, she used her stealth and speed to exit the suite back through the balcony all within a split second, before the target could notice the slight breeze left in Sayomi’s trail.

Wasting no time, she jumped down back into the balcony of her client’s room directly below, landing with the soft patter of her boots upon cement.

Walking into her client’s room without a second glance to the expectant man, she muttered under her breath that she couldn’t take out the target and continued to leave before he could process the situation.

☾ i.

Sayomi’s client had notified Kikyo of her daughter’s inability to accomplish the hit later that day, leaving her fuming with anger and embarrassment towards her eldest child.

Upon Sayomi’s return that night, Kikyo was already waiting, arms crossed and whip in hand. In a state of mindlessness, Sayomi feet led her to trudge quietly into one of the empty stone cells, ready to accept her punishment.

Kikyo scoffed at her daughter’s actions and followed the 10 year-old into the cell, knuckles turning white with her grip on the handle of the whip.

With Zeno and Silva out on their own missions, no one was around to bail Sayomi out of her mother’s wrath, and the torture lasted longer than usual with Sayomi’s refusal to answer any of Kikyo’s questions.

Kikyo was merciless, hitting Sayomi left and right until her hands bled from the grip, blinded by rage and shame.

Sayomi self-consciously endured the hits, mind blank as her body transitioned into survival mode with her lips shut tight as blood began to run down her body pooling at her feet.

She didn’t regret her decisions, however, and only let a few stray tears slip out when she thought about Killua’s smile again and his future that would very much match her own.

Though it was betrayal to think this way, she hoped he would escape.

☾ i.

When Sayomi had woken the next day to the sound of sprinklers running in the garden, she found her wounds bandaged meticulously, along with a note next to her head.

It read: “You were brave to stand against mother. But remember our purpose and don’t be stupid. - Illumi”.

Sayomi had grimaced both at the note’s contents and the pain that shot up her body as she moved to get out of bed.

She made a mental note to thank Illumi later for carrying her back to her room and set out to the training yard.

Breaking out into a jog towards the yard, Sayomi rubbed the sleep out of her eyes and attempted to tie her hair back while she picked up the pace. She winced visibly just thinking about having to train with her wounds still fresh and let out a defeated sigh as the yard came into view.

Arriving at the training yard, Sayomi’s jogging came to an abrupt stop as she saw her mother was standing with Illumi instead of their regular instructor.

Sensing the tense atmosphere, Sayomi walked briskly towards Illumi and her mother keeping her head low and eyes trained on the grass beneath her feet.

Lifting her head the slightest bit to sneak a peek at Illumi, she faltered as his eyes were trained towards the distance behind their mother, unable to read his emotions.

Kikyo finally spoke up, breaking the heavy silence that had fallen upon the three Zoldycks. “Today’s training will be a little different. It’s become apparent that we haven’t been toughening up you kids enough, so for today’s session, the two of you will fight each other until either can no longer continue. A lesson about showing mercy.”

Sayomi’s head whipped up towards her mother and then Illumi. “But father said we should never harm each other unless a mission is at stake!”

Kikyo slapped her daughter across the face and her voice showed no sympathy as she spoke. “Sayomi, dear. Don’t you think you’ve acted out enough by now?”

Sayomi only blinked a few times, ignoring the stinging sensation on her right cheek as she looked at Illumi once again.

He hadn’t moved an inch, his black eyes unwavering as Sayomi’s violet ones searched his face for any signs of emotion. There was nothing.

The twins walked out to face each other in front of their mother, waiting for the other to initiate an attack. It was a battle of nerves, as much as it was the reluctance to fight one another.

From where he stood, Illumi’s needles were untouched from their spot on his waist belt, as were Sayomi’s strapped to her upper left arm and thigh. It was a silent agreement made between the twins, neither wanting to deal more damage than would already have to be done.

Both Sayomi and Illumi knew there was no getting out of the situation, and with the meeting of their eyes, the match began.

Illumi’s right hand clenched into a fist as he swung aiming to uppercut Sayomi in the jaw, making the first move.

Sayomi had lept back instantly, before dodging another flurry of kicks and punches sent her way. She had decided well before the match began that she wouldn’t retaliate Illumi’s attacks even it meant losing.

She knew Illumi wouldn’t go as far as to make her suffer, so her plan was to put on a show for her mother until she deemed she would be satisfied. This way, only one of them had to get hurt.

As the gap between Illumi and Sayomi continued to close in, Sayomi found herself taking hits left and right, unable to defend against everything.

A critical, hard kick to the side, several hits to the face, and an orbital fracture dealt to her right eye was what finally led to Sayomi’s fall.

Bunches of brilliant white hair strayed from her once neat ponytail as Sayomi fell to her knees, incapable of continuing on with the fight.

With the blood pounding in her ears, Sayomi barely made out her mother’s furious words of which caused her to shut her eyes in wait. “Illumi! Do it now! Use your needles to teach that disgrace a lesson!”

She waited. 1, 2, 3 seconds and opened her eyes to the scene unfolding in front of her.

For the first time in a while, Illumi’s face gave away to his emotions as he shouted back against his mother.

His eyes were full of rage and hate as he continued to shout, and though she couldn’t make out the exact words he was using, Sayomi’s heart twinged at the sight of her normally obedient brother taking a stand against their mother.

The edges of her vision were blurry, and she found it hard to keep her head up as the scene began to spin in front of her, right before the ground lurched to the right from under her causing her to fall forward into darkness.

☾ i.

to be continued.

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