Hisoillu fanfic with an extremely tragic, and sad ending. (I mean one that could make you cry)
Them discovering love, and Love being their OWN fatality.
From confusion and delusion to progressively coming to embrace it, slowly but surely. It wasn’t easy for someone like him. But he did it. For him. For the two of them.
He promised to stay so why didn’t he kept his promise ?
Reckless, selfish- was what occurred in Illumi’s mind as he stared down at, nothing.
His parents have been checking on him for quite a while now, making sure the chains were well placed and strengthen with Nen. Silva and Kikyo were exchanging some curious and worried glance. Their voices were slightly blurred, but Illumi could slightly hear something that he didn’t had interest in right now. Work…
“The next mission is in 7 hours… But we will ask Kalluto to do it instead. He insisted, you should thank him later, when you calm down.” Is what he heard before the sound of the door closing echoed in the room.
No more sounds. The thick walls of the mansion were just like his skull, THICK and impenetrable. No one could truly hear any of the torrent that was on his mind right now, no one managed to truly read him except maybe one person. But— this person, died.
He died, yes. Illumi’s nails sharpened suddenly, his breath coming out ragged, his chest heaving with each one of them, a frown slowly adorning his face again, both on his lips and eyebrows.
The tension in the room was at its highest. As the seconds passed it could be felt in the whole Zoldyck’s property. Even for him these emotions were almost unbearable, why hadn’t he been trained for this kind of pain ?
A deadly purplish torrent taking every atom of the room, it was thick enough to not see clearly except the dark shape that represented Illumi. During these moments the assassin would at least calm down, hear a low cocky voice somewhere. Relaxing him.
But now all he could hear was this deadly silence, one he was accustomed to, and yet he felt so oppressed by it right now. He didn’t felt any hands massaging his temples or eyebrows, he didn’t heard this voice cooing him with whatever anecdote he had, he didn’t saw anything as he opened his eyes, no honeyed eyes, no cocky smile.
Illumi’s throat finally tightened, as well as his fists and slicing the flesh against the sharps curve of his nails as he stared into absolutely nothing. His hairs were flying in the room in a soft yet agitated movement.
One tear, before it becomes two… And three..
For once, the cold, eldest son of the Zoldyck family couldn’t control it anymore. He broke.
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