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At exactly 7:30 in the evening of September 1st, a quiet hallway of the Phantom Troupe's headquarters greeted me. The auction will start at 9 but we'll be coming to the place at 8. Shalnark spread the word, the one I wrote on the paper, for everybody.
"Early birdie."
Hisoka crossed his legs, looking at me while entering the place. I'm itching to tell him why'd he didn't attack Chrollo because they're the first ones who came here. I know Hisoka's plan all along, that he's just here for the opportunity to fight the leader. Good luck with that though, I hope he can kill Chrollo. He's a tough opponent, I'm very very sure.
"Shut up. Where are the others?"
Sitting beside the magician who seemed to like my presence because he fixed his position, sat nearer beside me. Talk about a personal bubble.
"I don't know. Why don't we check them up?"
"Oh please, Hisoka."
I answered his playful smile with a disgusted one, pushing him away. I know he's just putting up a show in front of Chrollo, knowing he can't steal me away from Illumi (and who knows, Chrollo too). Illumi promised Hisoka that if he ever touches me, he'll kill him in an instant.
About the marriage...well—
"Y/N-chan!"
"Pretty early, Shal-chin."
Smiling with his enthusiasm, he sat beside me before bringing out his UNO cards. A game won't be bad, right? After all, I have nothing to do yet.
"Y/N..."
"No."
"Y/N."
I looked at Chrollo, pretty annoyed. "What?!"
"Don't answer me on that tone."
Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hold up, mister. My eyebrow shot up, making me slam some Uno cards of Shalnark on a rock in front of us that looks like a table.
