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“…Pardon?”
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modern au Chrollo is 100% a theatre kid and would get casted as JD in Heathers there’s no telling me otherwise
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Y/n POV
Peeking out of our little hiding hole I look around to see the entire place completely torched.
Holy shit.
We began heading towards the exit, walking past countless, motionless chimera ants.
“Would you look at that,” the eyebrowless man, who I know know as Phinks, starts. “It doesn’t seem like any of them reverted back to normal once their queen died.”
“Maybe not, but at least they’re not under his control anymore,” the other blonde, Shalnark, speaks.
An ant (much closer to animal form than the others) then approached the group. It seemed to be…crying?
“Kill me,” it speaks.
“Have mercy,” another one chimes. “Kill us.”
Poor things, being turned into such a creature.
“Hell no,” Phinks says.
Huh!?
“I don’t do mercy killings,” he continues while winding his arm. “But feel free to attack us.”
Silence.
“WHERE’S YOUR PRIDE?! YOU’RE STILL NATIVES OF METEOR CITY ARENT YOU? WHATS THE MATTER WITH YOU, SHOW US YOU’VE GOT SOME FIGHT LEFT!”
“Tch how corny,” I whispered to myself. The first ant then came at Phinks, and he goes to put it out of it’s misery.
“SEND YOURSELVES OFF IN STYLE”
Boiii wth boi.
{mini timeskip}
“Should’ve guessed, now those geezers are arguing over whether they should expand their retaliation to the real queen,” Phinks says, again. God does this guy ever stop talking?
I tuned out the conversation and it was only now that i had noticed blood dripping down my arm. I turn to look and see a wide gash.
Damn, the ant bastard got me that good?
Moving my attention back on to the group, I tune back into the conversation.
“Wow, you’re starting to sound just like a girl with a big crush, aren’t ya Phinks?”
“Girly girl.”
And next thing you know, rubble is being thrown.
“I’mma go home, see ya Kalluto,” I wave, parting from the group.
I gotta tend to this damn gash before it gets worse.
{timeskip}
I walk into the mansion, only to find it empty.
Thats odd.
Kitchen, no one. Common room, nothing. D/n’s bedroom? Nada. I make my way to the training grounds, assuming that would be the only other place D/n could be.
“Hi mommy, you’re back!”
I look over to see my little girl… CURLING A BARBELL?
“WAIT, PAUSE.”
“You’ve finally returned,” I hear Illumi speak behind me.
“YOU HAVE MY 7 YEAR OLD CURLING 40 LBS?”
“It’s just some light training.”
“WHAT!? I’m impressed she’s even capable of doing it right now but WHAT!???”
D/n set down the weights before running over and latching herself onto my side.
“I missed you!”
” I missed you too sweety, go ahead and go inside training is over.”
“Actually we’re barely even halfwa-”
“TRAINING IS OVER!”
D/n gave me one last squeeze before running into the house as I gave Illumi a glare.
“I thought we agreed no more harsh training.”
“That wasn’t harsh, like I told you earlier that was light training,” the man remarks.
“You need to check your definition of “light” mr,” I narrow my eyes.
“You’re just too soft. Anyways, I ha-“
“You have another job coming up, I know,” I say with a scowl. “I know this line of business isn’t the most sensible but it’s almost like you never have any time for us and-“
“I’m taking D/n with me.”
“…Pardon?”
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i have no idea where im going w this anymore 😎
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