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Illumi's assignment was simple- pick up a few things at the market. Milk, bread, fish, basic stuff. Wasn't hard. Illumi walked to a counter and picked up a loaf of bread. The warmness of the bread against his soft skin felt quite nice to him.
"This came out of the oven recently?"
The ten year old Zoldyck-in-training asked the old lady working the counter, who nodded. Illumi dug into the pocket of his sweater to pull out some Jenny, which he gave to the lady. While walking to the next store, which specialized in selling fish, he heard a man shout.
"STOP! THIEF! CATCH THAT BOY!"
Illumi quickly turned around, watching as a boy with a pillowcase on his head run away from an apple stand. He quickly rushed into an alleyway as the man working the counter chased him. Illumi questioned how he'd be able to know where he was going with that pillowcase on his head- but then he realized he probably cut holes where his eyes would be. Clever. He decided to join in on the chase, too.
The boy with the stolen apple was pretty fast, so he pretty much left the guy working the counter to eat his dust. Illumi, however, was extremely fast. He caught up with the boy quickly and cornered him in the alley.
"Great. You caught me. Now what, you're gonna call the police?"
He asked, taking the pillowcase off of his head. Illumi took a moment to scan this boy's face.
His wasn't bad looking- that's for certain. He had bright red hair with some strands getting in his eyes. He had piercing yellow eyes, that were quite distracting. On his cheeks were a heart and diamond. There was a band-aid on his nose and one underneath his shoulder. His eye shape- he couldn't really explain. He settled to call it attractive. No, actually- his appearance in general was attractive. That tank top that exposed his muscles, along with ripped jeans- pretty nice.
"No."
Illumi responded. The attractive older-looking male seemed to be surprised with the assassin's answer since his eyes widened, but shoulders relaxed. He was probably relieved that he wasn't going to turn him in.
"I understand why you steal. You must be starving. Why punish people for being hungry? That's stupid. Plus, it's just one apple. What harm can that do?"
He responded, the other male still in shock with his answer. The redhead then smirked and threw the apple in the air, catching it once it fell with a smirk. Quite a nice smirk, Illumi might add.
"I like you. I like being understood. It doesn't happen very often."
He said, taking a bite of the apple.
"I have to steal from my mom sometimes. She wants me to be the perfect assassin, so she wants me to stay in shape. To her, keeping me in shape means barely feeding me. I'm okay with it since I've been trained to endure much worse than hunger- but sometimes I cannot help it and I steal some food from the fridge. My mom finds out and tortures me with electricity. She also makes me puke out what I've consumed."
The redhead nearly choked on his apple.
"Seriously? That's rough... you must be a Zoldyck."
He responded. Illumi nodded. He would have been surprised if his mother hadn't told him that everybody knew about them being the famous family of assassins.
"I've had it pretty rough too, though. My parents abandoned me as a child so I had to live life by myself. One day it was scorching hot out and I ended up fainting beside some train tracks. Then some circus picked me up and took me in for a while until I killed a man. That guy was a serial killer- but they thought my skills would run them out of business so I was kicked out and left to fend to myself again. Life is harsh, huh?"
He took another bite of the apple as Illumi nodded. Upon swallowing, the older one asked;
"Hey, what's your name? I'm Hisoka Morou. I'm fourteen."
The boy, now known as Hisoka, asked.
"I'm Illumi. I'm ten."
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