"Who is he?" I asked.
"He's Killua, my brother."
"Listen," Killua continued, "I'm not sure what your relationship with Illumi is, but Illumi is an assassin."
"I know," I replied.
"Do you know the main way he kills his targets?"
Illumi stepped towards Killua. "Kil, please. Please stop."
Killua didn't stop. "He flirts with them and then murders them."
Illumi looked at me, pleading. "Please, Y/N. Don't listen to him! You're different! I just want to protect you!"
Illumi spoke again, his voice barely above a whisper. "Please." His head hung to the ground." Trust me.
I made eye contact with Killua. He shrugged. Then, he walked away.
Illumi still stood there.
"Why didn't you tell me earlier?" I asked.
"I didn't know how to. I thought it would be better if you didn't know."
"Someone wants you to kill me? Who?" The reality of the situation started to settle in.
"I don't know. Most of our clients are anonymous. I promise I'll settle this for you."
Then, there was a familiar tap on my shoulder. "Ya are the fly to my poop, the nose to my booger. Ya are the pee to my toilet and the beans to my fart."