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Dancing with the Devil(s): Chapter I

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You always knew that your purpose in life was to elevate the status of your family. You’d been trained for that since you were old enough to talk. Weaponized to be the most desirable one in the room, leaving absolutely no question as to whom would want you, but more of a question of who would approach first. And you didn’t mind, because if you did it, and succeeded, it meant your siblings did not.

But what happens when your parents aren’t satisfied with just that. What if they want more and you are just as expendable as any toy doll?

F!Reader x Adult Trio ( F!Reader x Chrollo; F!Reader x Illumi; F!Reader x Hisoka) (Initially it starts out gender neutral but I just want to give a forewarning that in future chapters it’ll shift to F!)

A/N: ooofda. Tis been a while since I’ve posted a story (and left it up) on good ole Tumblr. But here it is. I had a crazy ass dream, a crazy ass friend who suggested I wrote it all down and well...here we go! This will be a multichapter fic. How long and when I update is unknown so fair warning on that. I’ll try to get as much written as I can this week and then update y’all accordingly. As of right now, this plotline somewhat shifts what happens in Season 3 of the Anime. It’ll make more sense as I post more chapters.

Story Warnings: Adult Trio (need I say more lol); 18+; adult themes, abuse, language, sexual themes & smut; violence; character death (not major character); The is a work of fiction. I don’t own any of the characters, save for those I had created on my own. I do not own any of the images that I have places in the fic(s) unless stated otherwise. If they are yours, please let me know so I can give credit where it is due.

Chapter Warning: Human trafficking (reader is sold to the mafia); pretty docile chapter. This chapter was unedited so sorry in advanced. This is Reposted bc I fucked up the tags. The new Chapter will be up tonight as well.

Word Count: 4.8k

It truly shouldn’t have been a shock to anyone as you walked down the side walk from picking up your little sister, Akari, from school when you saw the dozen of men, dressed in black suits, surveying the area and the four cars parked outside of your home.

It truly shouldn’t have. But somehow, someway, the shock of your parents actually going through with the late night whispers you’d heard only a few weeks ago left a spark of fear running up your spine and clawing up your neck, trying to take root and show in your eyes and expression. You wouldn’t let it though.

No, you wouldn’t give them the satisfaction.

Looking down at your younger sister, you smiled, squeezed her small hand. Walking past the men, you took in a quick calculation of them, reading them as discreetly as you could without making it known just exactly what you were doing. Nodding to a few that looked you over, nasty smirks gracing their features as the nudged one another once they realized your presence, you proceeded to march your sister much quicker into the house.

The home your parents had in the city was nice, but not nearly as large as the home they kept in the country side. But it was all you needed when you were here throughout the year. Or…that was what you thought. You knew your parents were less than agreeable people; had known as such since you were little when they had already started grooming you to be their prized possession.

You would elevate their status even more. Would marry someone of even more wealthy and notability and thrust not just yourself, but the rest of the family into a higher station. You’d been trained and taught since the moment you were old enough to walk. How to speak, what to say, when to say it. Then came the other languages and the flirting and panhandling. Then, there was how to walk, how to sit, how to dress, groom, apply makeup and the like. The list went on and on and you’d spent hours learning all of these things meticulously…and that was all on top of trying to maintain nearly perfect, if not absolutely perfect grades. All while doing extracurricular activities. The marathon you’d been running since you could speak seemed to finally be coming to an end

Whether that was good or bad though…you weren’t entirely sure.

Entering your family home, you took off your little sister’s coat and hat, placing them on her designated hook and then placing her bag on top of them before opening it and making sure to remove her homework and anything else necessary. As you were doing all of this, you didn’t miss the man who was sitting on the sofa in the living room off the front door who was watching you. Your other little sister, Niko, sitting nearby, along with your brother, Kaito.

“You’re home earlier than expected.” Kaito says, looking between you and your little sister as you place all of the items into her hands. While his tone to an outsider would seem noncommittal, there is an edge to it the tells you that he is nervous and easy. You knew the from the moment you walked in and saw him plucking subconsciously at his nails, but his tone confirmed it.

“Hmm,” you muttered handing Akari her things before patting her on the butt and sending her upstairs.” “Niko take Akari upstairs and start her on her homework. Which ones should be marked on the page.” The older of the two young girls nods her head and moves to grab the younger’s hand, but stops and wraps her arms around your hips, burrowing her face into your stomach.

“I love you, y/n. So much.” She says and there is no mistaking the break in her voice. The moment is over just as quickly as it started, with Niko grabbing Akari’s small hand quickly and dragging her up the stairs before the foreign man can notice the tears that are beginning to spill onto her chubby cheeks.

You don’t though. You don’t miss the break, nor did you miss the goodbye in her words, nor the tight squeeze to your being as if it would be her last chance to do as such. You didn’t miss the way she burrowed into you like she miss the part of her that would remain with you, and part of you that would remain with her. A burrow that she hasn’t done since she was 4 and scared from the earthquake that shook the entire foundation of your home and brought several family heirlooms crashing to the floor. No, it wasn’t something you would ever miss but it was something you would probably never experience again.

So with less than split second to comprehend all of this, process it and accept it. You allowed yourself to wallow in the finality of this moment in the span of an eye blink and then placed your well perfect mask over your features and turned to your younger brother, looking as ever the perfect example of strength and eloquence. The smile on your face was as fake as the Prada your mother carried around but looked just as real to even the best trained eye.

However, your brother had been subjected to the same rigorous training as you had been and could spot the pleasantry from a mile away. Walking towards you he stopped short, an arms length away before squaring his shoulders and looking at the man still sitting and observing on the coach.

“Could you give us a moment?” Kaito asked. Well, technically it was posed as a question but the authority in his voice left little room for discussion or disagreement.

The man simply nodded and stood up, gesturing to the door that led into the hall that lead towards the other sitting rooms, kitchen and dining area of your home and then continued on to the backyard. Once the man had left the room and been gone for a full ten seconds, you both seemed to collapse in on yourself.

Sucking in a breath you didn’t realize you were holding, you had to stop yourself from screaming or sobbing, which you would do first you weren’t sure. But you were sure that at some point tonight, you would do both. You didn’t doubt it. Closing your eyes and taking in a breath, you wondered how you had gotten here. Wondered what you had done in a past life to deserve this, to be born to these parents. You wondered what steps you had taken to solidify this path and what steps you should have taken to avoid it. Knowing that those thoughts were dangerous and would leave you vulnerable, you opened your eyes and you looked at your little brother. Looked at him and wondered when he had gotten so much older. Where was the little boy who would chase you around the garden and squeal when you blew raspberries on his tummy? Who was this young man standing before you and what hadn’t you protected him from to make his eyes so strong? So haunted and far gone?

Reaching up you cupped his cheeks with both of your hands and smiled softly at him. Wiping the tear that had leaked out and thought to yourself, there he was. There was your sweet little brother who cried when your father had killed the mouse that had somehow snuck into the kitchen. There was the boy who giggle and laughed and wanted to play dress up with you and attend your makeup lessons. The boy who sang as sweet as an angel and was as etherial as one when he smiled. The boy who fell asleep on your lap in the field of foreign flowers that smelled sweet and carried the summer sun on their petals.

“Don’t go.” He choked out and you wasted no time pulling him into your chest and squeezing him as tightly as you could. “Please y/n, don’t go with them. We’ll never see you again if you do.”

“You’ll see me again Kaito, it’ll only be short while, while I get settled with my new-“ You tried before Kaito was cutting you off, fear present in his eyes and in the shaking of his body.

“No, you don’t understand. They aren’t marrying you off y/n. They’re selling you off. At the auction. One of the Dons’s highest representative is in there and is buying you from our parents so that they can sell you at the auction. Something about your “untapped abilities” and your…well generally untapped-ness.” Kaito said softly, as if not to alert the man outside the door that you were becoming aware of just how grave the situation was becoming.

You blinked a couple of times, slowly, trying to register exactly what it was your brother was telling you. You had seen the flyers “around" town, knew of the auction he spoke of. A market for the underworld. Where the wealthy and seedy, more often than not both, came to merge together in an effort to buy rare and priceless items, usually illegal and none for the faint of heart. You hadn’t heard of living beings being sold at the auction before though. Dead bodies and body parts? Yes, numerous times over. Mummies and other corpses? Yes, those were often times some of the highest selling items. But actual human trafficking? No, that you couldn’t say you’d ever been informed of.

Your legs sudden felt like jelly beneath you and you had to use Kaito as a crutch to keep you from completely falling to the ground. Selling you. They were going to actually sell you to the mafia for them to with as they pleased. You were property to be bought and sold and nothing more…nothing less. No better than cattle being sent to slaughter really. As you looked up at your little brother, you no longer questioned when he’d changed so suddenly from boy to man but instead feared that your parents would some day do the same to him. To your younger sisters. Who was to say they wouldn’t? What is to say they wouldn’t? Taking in a deep breath through your nose and releasing it through your mouth, you began to scheme. To think of a way in which you could either reroute this situation entirely or shift it to your favor. To a favor that allowed your siblings a life not filled with darkness like your own.

“We can run.” The sentence was simple. Three little words that on any given day, probably did not mean much. Had Kaito said those words this weekend, you would’ve assumed he was talking about when you had come out of the store with your siblings to find the sky had opened up and none of you were dressed for the occasion nor do you have an umbrella on you and the car was so distance off. Had he said it yesterday morning, you would have thought he was referring to when you’d groaned about having to go through the group of obnoxious boys on your campus that always seemed to harass the both of you.

Right now though, those three words meant life or death. They meant leaving this place beyond and running to a destination that you did not know. Stopping for how long? You could not say nor did you ever think you could if you chose this path. The severity of the three simple words had not impacted you as such since you were younger and the boy who used to live down the street from you told you he didn’t like you and then proceeded to push you down before running away, screaming to his friends that he’d made the ice princess bleed and her blood was indeed red and not white like the color of snow or clear like the color of ice they were so sure ran through your veins.

You were not given much of an opportunity to think on the proposition before the door was being flung open, the foreign man from earlier looking between the two of you before sighing.

“You’re wanting in the other room miss.” He said monotonously, turning to the side and motioning for you to move forward. When Kaito went to move as well, he held up his hand. “Just her…only her.”

There was something in the way he said it that made you think it was an indication that this would probably be the last time you saw your baby brother, so you nodded to the man before turning to Kaito and pulling him into a bone crushing hug. You pulled him in close and ran through everything you two had been through together in life. If someone had asked you if you remembered him being born you would’ve laughed. Of course not, what toddler does. But in that moment, you did. You remember the way he had wailed and cried when you toddle into the room, smiling at your sweat soaked mother and then looking at the small child in her arms. He had been so little then, fragile and sickly looking almost. He had screamed his head off as he had come into the world. But the moment he locked eyes with you and grabbed on your small finger with his even smaller finger, the world and him seemed to become absolutely silent.

“Don’t do anything stupid. Keep studying hard and make sure Niko and Akari do the same. Don’t let Niko try and sneak sweets to bed and tell Akari that being an artist is a career path if she wants it to be.” You rushed out, stepping back and cupping his face again. “Live your life Kaito. Live it the way you want and be the man you want to be.”

Leaning in again, you squeezed him and kissed his temple before whispering, “I’ll come back to you, to our sisters. I’ll find a way Kaito. I don’t care what I have to do. I’ll do it and make sure that the same thing doesn’t happen to the rest of you. I promise.”

And with that, you backed away from your baby brother and proceeded to walk through the door, hearing it close with a slam that sounded so final you wondered if that was what death sounded like. Taking in a breath and trying to calm your racing nerves, you indicated for the man to move, following behind and stealing your nerves for what was about to come.

When you walked into the sitting room off of the kitchen, you wondered how a home you had known your entire life could feel so foreign and cold. So uninviting and unwelcoming. This place was not your home you told yourself, no, it was merely a facilitation facility meant to groom and prepare you for slaughter. You wondered if livestock felt the same way as they walked into the slaughterhouse. Did they suddenly realize that the place they thought was warm and loving…was nothing more than a place to perfect them into prime beef?

You didn’t waste much thought on the comparison before coming to stop in front of the small group of people in the room. Your mother and father were sitting on one side, while a man was sitting on the other, two men flanking him behind the loveseat. You appraised the situation, noting that the air in the room felt stagnant, a touch of displeasure mingling with the clear anxiety that was likely rolling out of your parents. You wondered if it was because they were in the presence of men who would kill them without so many as batting an eyelash or because they worried you would be rejected as the sacrificial lamb.

“And this is our y/n. She’s even more lovely than the photos we sent you…is she not?” The woman who had been masquerading as your mother said, coming up beside you and pulling you into a better position for the man to appraise you.

Which he did, without missing a beat. The man set his tea back down before leaning back on the sofa, eying you carefully while scratching at his chin. He wasn’t an unattractive man per se, but he was certainly not attractive either. No, he would be appealing enough for a woman of normal upbringing but would never be accepted by those of a higher breeding standard. He was probably in his late thirties, early forties, but a hard life had worn him out and the clear plastic surgery he’d done once obtaining such a position within the mafia had not truly changed that. His platinum blonde hair was styled well and his clothes were likely designer, but there was still an air about him that suggested his was playing dress-up.

The man got up slowly and you continued to watch him, he met your eyes several times as he walked around you in a circle, causing your mother to back up and watch expectantly. Idly, you wondered what had they been promised. Money? Power? A position within the mafia? Jewels? Precious Gems? What was it that they had bargained for that had both of your parents so on edge for this approval. Your father, who was usually a presence to be noticed in a room seemed to be swallowed into the background by the men here. Swallowed, almost entirely, were it not for the fear that was clearly as day to you in his eyes, in his body language.

As you watched your father out of the corner of your eyes, you decided that no, it was not a position within the family that yours had been offered. No one in their right mind would offer a simpering coward like your father that kind of responsibility. Not a man worth his salt anyway.

“And you’re sure that she is pure.” As the words came out of the man’s mouth, you almost recoiled back in shock at the way in which they seemed to slap you. But you didn’t, catching yourself quickly and beating yourself to the punch.

“Why lie? In this modern day and age, that is a burden, not blessing.” You answer coolly, looking the man in the eye and standing your ground as he came near.

You do not have to look at your parents to know that they are panicking. Your mother’s ever so soft inhale of breath through her teeth might not have reached the ears of the others in the room, but they certainly reached yours. And you could feel the heat within the glare your father was directing at your back, no question planning your beating if this did not go their way. You did not care though. No, the moment Kaito had uttered the words “selling” to you and placing them in the context of you being the purchasable item…your ability to care died along with the pieces of you that you would not need to survive currently.

The man’s booming laughter brought you back to the present and caused you to startle. Blinking your eyes, you looked at him curiously for a moment as he threw his head back and laughed from his gut.

“She is exactly what the Don is looking for. She will be the perfect star piece of the auction. You have done well. You should be proud of yourself for raising such an agreeable daughter.” He spoke through his laughter, the last bits holding a weight you did not like nor wished to acknowledge.

Raise? More like farmed. Tragically, you wondered if this had always been your intended purpose. Were you truly a being that had been bred and manufactured solely to be sold later down the line? Or had your parents had other purer intentions when you were first born that had suddenly shift for reasons you were still unaware?

Truly, it did not matter as the clock had run down on that life…on that person. As you stood there, quietly watching and wondering as words and papers were exchanged, you couldn’t help but picture the end of it all and silently sent a plea to whatever higher powers there were, to whichever ones that were listening, that in exchange for ending this heal quickly…you would do whatever was asked of you without question.

You decided then and there, resolutely as it were, that if need be, you would trade one devil in for the other if it meant that you were not an object to be sold…but a weaponed to be wielded if necessary.

When everything was said and done, the time it took from you walking through the door to you walking back out again had been over three hours, yet it somehow felt like it had all happened in the blink of an eye.

The moment the contract was signed and you were officially made a property of the mafia, you were escorted out of the house and into the backseat of one of the idling cars. Your backpack was on the seat beside you and you didn’t doubt that bags had been pack and already placed in the truck of the car. In silence you sat looking at your hands and wondering why you hadn’t spoken up. Why hadn’t you tried to escape? Tried to talk your way out of this situation and into a better one?

Looking out of the car window and up at your house, three reasons looked back at you and what little self-preservation you had left snapped. The tears streamed down your face and you sobbed. You placed a hand on the window and allowed the tears to fall freely as you looked up at the three reasons for why you hadn’t spoken up, why you hadn’t run, why would hadn’t tried to negotiate yourself into a better situation. You weren’t stupid. You knew the moment you threw your card onto the table they would be used against you. While you could be used against your parents…your three younger siblings could be used against you, and you alone. They had been yours to take care of and nurture for more than either of your parents would care to ever admit, but it was the truth regardless. You’d taken on the roll with ease and delight. Welcoming every following baby with open arms and heart, cooing at how they could all be just so perfect.

So, you sat in the car, tears streaming down your face and looking a bleak outlook in the eye and knew the exact reason you did not do anything was so that they could do everything. You sacrificed yourself for your siblings in the way parents were supposed to for their children. You would suffer this so that they would never have to know this pain. You would bare this with the grace, strength and courage you had been conditioned into so they would not. Despite those things, and despite the invisible chains that were being placed upon you, you would break free and you would find them and you would unchain them as well.

When the man entered the car and sat down beside you, you didn’t so much as turn, never taking your eyes off of the three sets staring back at you till the car was moving and you could no longer look. Even then, you kept your eyes downcast and fixed on your hands as you thought about what exactly could be facing you at the end of the car ride; would be facing you on the day of the auction.

“You’re awfully quiet for a girl who just got sold to the mafia.” The man says and despite all of your training and best efforts, you can not bite your tongue or wipe the incredulous look off your face as you turn to him.

“How exactly am I supposed to act? Please tell me what exactly it is that you are expecting from me and I will deliver in kind. What option do I have aside from going along with this? Despite what I’m sure you and your men may think, I’m neither weak nor stupid. You brought a total of ten men with you. You have five positioned at the front of the house, one watching my siblings, two with you, and another upstairs waiting for when my little sister and then brother left and another positioned outside in the garden should I have attempted to escape.” The words poured out of you with a force that left your chest feeling hollow and your tongue feeling bruised. “Should I have made a wrong move, you would’ve hurt my siblings in order to correct my mistake. Had my parents made a wrong move, you would’ve likely just taken me anyway. I knew that from the moment I walked in.”

The man looks at you a little bewildered, like he isn’t sure whether to be amazed or frightened by your precise observation but you see him slowly shift into intrigue as he looks you over carefully. His eyes are calculating and you fear for a second that he is going to try something. Who would be the wiser if you came to them lacking one of the attributes that had won the man over? You didn’t allow for the fear or disgusted to creep onto your face or in your body language, but you did take into account every move the man made and every option you had available to you should you need to depend yourself.

“I don’t think tactical training like that would be included in classes between etiquette and dance classes.” He muses.

“Then you don’t know the first thing about being a woman with expectations like mine.” You shoot back and the man laughed deep and loud like he did at your home. “You find my answer amusing?”

“Yes, because it’s absurd.” He says through his laughter, slapped the headrest of the driver’s seat in front of him and the driver himself lets out a soft chuckle. “But clearly from the look on your face, you believe I’m wrong.”

“I don’t believe you are, I know it.” The bite to your voice has the two men sobering up quickly and you mentally praise yourself for not allowing the pity you feel to swallow you whole. “You think what I, and women like me, are taught is simply how to prance about a room and make ourselves look pretty. That is obviously a man’s way to look at it. No, what we’re taught is no different to the same strategy men are taught in war rooms. We appraise our surroundings quickly and efficiently, all while mingling and remaining invested in conversation. We women who you think are so daft and vain had already clocked every viable exit, exit strategy, man with a gun and viable threat within the first 30 seconds of entering a room and then made a calculation of exactly everyone who is there, who should be there, and who will cause a problem that evening. And that’s all within the first three minutes.

“Within the first five, we have also figured out most, if not all, of every single man’s weaknesses, know who is a formidable opponent, who is not worth the effort and who with kill us within the blink of an eye. And within the first seven, we’ve probably also figured out who is who’s target and what way they were seek to execute their plans, nefarious or trifle is of no consequence. So yes, I believe you’re wrong because that is taught to women all before most boys are even up for breakfast in the mornings and it is the last thing before we go to bed at night that we must master. Not because just our lives depend upon the utmost certainty of that information, but because those we care about live or die by it as well.”

And with that, you turn to look at the window again, watching as the houses fade and the high rises begin, growing exponentially taller and taller as the car draws closer and closer to the heart of the city. The auction is going to be happening soon and you have no doubt that whatever Don has purchased you, had every intention of showing off his highly anticipated merchandise before the expectant bidders, giving them a taste of what is that they can expect upon the first night of the auctions.

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