Third Person Pov
As Y/n and Illumi finally arrived outside of the Moonlight Ball, they each took each other's hands, not because they were fond of each other, no, they needed to blend in. This would also hide Y/n's now very purple and broken hand from everyone around her.
They gracefully walked up the quart steps, the guards opening the beautiful stain glass doors—that had a design of a woman looking up to the moon, crying, for her lover who was trapped in eternal darkness up upon the Cynthia.—allowing Illumi and Y/n to head into the main area.
Y/n looked around and pulled out her phone, from her purse, with her non-broken hand, one more time to see the description of her target. She wasn't even sure Illumi would let her leave to search out her prey.
She had to try, it would only take about three or two minutes to get her information, and her provider was paying Y/n a hefty amount of money for such a simple task. She almost thought the job was too good to be true.
"Illumi? is it okay if I find someone? there a lifelong friend and I want to see him again." Y/n begged.
Illumi stayed silent, keeping his head held high as more guests walked through the entrance area to the ballroom ahead of them.
"No."
'Well, so much for asking', You thought, as you gave a small 'huff' sound.
Illumi looked down at Y/n. He thought that breaking her hand was necessary to keep her silent, he was hoping it would somewhat hurt her, but, she didn't even seem to react when it occurred.
He wasn't surprised, as he knew that Y/n was the new element of the Phantom Troupe,—His friend, Hisoka, gave him some information on Y/n, as Hisoka found out that Chrollo Lucilfer, the troupe leader, had wanted Y/n to join the group for some years now.—All Illumi desired to know from Y/n, is that if she knew where Killua was.
"Are you just going to stare at me? or can we get a move on?" Y/n questioned, eyeing at Illumi.
Illumi looked forward, the corridor to the ballroom was open, two guards on each side held the tall doors, allowing guests to freely walk through them.
Hand in hand, they walked forth. The stairs that led down to the dance circle were beautiful, their glossy finish reflecting the mural on the warm-lighted ceiling.
Illumi and Y/n walked down the stairs, some prestigious people eyeing the man with the long black hair, and the girl with the beautiful f/c formal dress.
As the elegant classical music played, you and Illumi made your way to a small corner, covering yourself from other people's views, yet, you still had a great view of the ballroom. Illumi looked down at Y/n and inquired her what he craved to know, "Where is Killua."
"Who?" Y/n replied, confused. She hadn't heard that name before, and she couldn't remember if she'd tortured anyone with that title either.
Illumi squeezed Y/n's broken hand. He didn't want to play games. In all honesty, he only targeted Y/n because she was the weakest of the troupe members, at least, that's what Hisoka told him. And, usually, Hisoka is not one to tell the entire truth. So for all Illumi knew, he was targeting one of the most decisive members, if he was, he could still handle her. It's nothing Illumi hasn't done in the past.
Y/n ignored the stinging sensation in her hand. She scanned the room, looking at everyone. That's when someone caught her eye. The tall man was in the middle of the dance circle. He wore a plain black suit and had a beige bandanna that wrapped around his forehead. Nothing out of the ordinary to a normal person, but to her, it rang a bell, that was the man that she was supposed to get the information from.
Illumi noticed that Y/n was looking around the room, and saw how her eyes flared when she saw someone in the crowd of people. As he followed her gaze, he saw that she was looking at a man on the dance floor. Illumi knew automatically that this was the 'friend' that Y/n was talking about earlier.
"Go," Illumi said.
"Huh—what are you saying?" Y/n questioned Illumi.
"The man, the one with the cloth on his forehead, that's your friend. There's a song coming on, go dance with him, is that not what you wanted?" Illumi asked, blankly. He supposed that he would get his question answered later on, by just conversation or a more forceful way.
Y/n shook her head yes, Illumi let go of her hand, by his surprise, it wasn't purple anymore, if anything, it wasn't even broken like it was twenty minutes ago.
Y/n walked from the back corner she was into, the middle of the dance floor. This would be easy, dance with him, and ask him questions. See, Y/n's torture wasn't just hurting someone—like Fetain,—No, hers was physiological. When she would ask a question while using her nen, you would have to answer, truthfully, if you didn't, you would die a painful death from a heart attack.
Y/n arrived at the dance floor and walked up to the mysterious man.
"Good evening, Y/n." The man spoke.
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