First Person Pov
As the blimp arrived, I carefully stepped into the ballon and took a window seat near the back left corner.
I placed my handbag onto the small table that separated the two long seats and brought my hands back down to my lap.
I hoped that no one would sit with me, but of course, someone did. And, it wasn't just someone, it was the man from earlier. He quietly sat on the opposite of me and put his hands out onto the table in a clasped position. I take he wasn't big on talking, but I didn't want this ride to be so uncomfortable so I broke the silence. "Hello, how are you this evening?" I said with an elegant smile.
He remained closed-mouthed. Did he know my nen? or did he just not give a fuck? I sighed, realizing I wasn't going to get far with the man.
"Y/n L/n."
I almost flinched when I heard my name. I had given a fake name on the guest list, so how did this guy, whom I've never met or seen, know my real name. Then it hit me. He was presumably an assassin. Damn, I should've seen this coming. This ball is huge, and no surprise I would be a big target, I have killed over at least a few hundred people.
"Who?" I asked dumbfounded.
"Is that not your real name?"
"I've never heard that name in my life, you must've been mistaken."
"You're going to stay with me for the night, understand? I need something, and I know that you have what I want."
Seems like the guy isn't having my bullshit.
"Or what? You'll kill me?"
The man remained silent, I'm one hundred percent sure that he knows about my nen, but, I guess I shouldn't be surprised.
I mean, what could I do? I guess running is always an option, but if this guy is who I think he is, I don't think I have much of a chance. Besides, this could benefit me, if I find out what this guy wants, maybe, I could take it away from him.
For the rest of the ride, we sat in silence. The man kept his eyes on me at all times, sometimes I thought he wasn't even blinking.
I looked out the window, the city of York New was quite gorgeous at night time. Slowly, we arrived and the blimp landed. As I stood up, I felt a tight grip around my wrist. I looked up to see the man holding my arm with a strong force.
"Remember, stay with me."
"I know," I said while rolling my eyes.
"My name is Illumi Zoldyck. You wanted to know it, right?"
I cringed, I guess 'Illumi' is good at reading expressions. And, even though I was being held hostage, it was sweet of Illumi to introduce himself. 'What a weird guy,' I thought.
Illumi let go of my wrist, leaving a light red mark on my glowing s/c. I shook my head and grabbed the small purse that still sat on the table.
As Illumi and I left the blimp, my mind started to wander. What could a guy like him want from me? Maybe I killed someone that he a crush on, eh, it happens, trust me.
The two of us walked the bright streets of York New. We saw so many people, I think I heard once that York New had the most population when it came down to mafia bosses. So, it was no surprise that the city was even more packed—because of the annual Southernpiece Auction.
"Do you know where we're going? I have a job to do and I truly don't want to be overdue."
"Yes."
"Zoldyck, was it? the famous family of assassins? Oh dear, what could 'Illumi Zoldyck' ever want from dear old me?" I teased.
Illumi wasn't having it, he grabbed my left hand in his and with a single squeeze, he had shattered all the bones in my oh so delicate hand.
I didn't wince or even bite back the small stinging pain coming from the now slightly purple hand. It didn't hurt, but I think I've learned my lesson not to talk to Mr. Illumi so teasingly.
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