Illumi has never been one to shy from violence, he sees no need to when life is just one huge cycle of it. After the meeting with Toman, he set up his plan. Osanai may not have caused him pain but he caused some innocent girl a life of trauma. So he did what he does best, gather information and then strike when least expected.
He has some contacts that are always more than happy to investigate certain people and maybe they get such information through illegal means but it's only illegal if you get caught. Osanai was, according to them, pitifully easy to dig up dirt on, including his home address. In fact, it was only a ten-minute walk from his own house so as night fell Illumi geared up and set out.
The house looked derelict from the outside but inside sources said the one he was looking for was definitely inside. Picking the lock Illumi let himself in and silently trekked through the house to the bedrooms. He opened one and saw the one he was looking for sleeping inside like he didn't just ruin some young girl's life. It made him sick.
With careful actions and calculated moves, Illumi swiftly dug his fingers into the space between the clavicle bones of the sleeping monster. It spluttered and coughed, eyes shooting open but unable to do anything but stare in horror as it gasped for air. It wasn't long before a stronger form of unconsciousness overcame and knocked them clean out.
Illumi took his backpack and took out his needed medical supplies. There were I.V lines, pressure bands, and a jar of suspicious-looking liquid. Some say poison is a woman's method of killing, Illumi says gendering methods of killing will get you killed.
He wouldn't call himself a genius but he does enjoy the more obscure forms of poison and likes to dabble in making his own. Most don't make it to human trials but this one is his pride and joy. A slow-acting poison that progressively gets more and more aggressive the longer it stays in your system and the best part? There is no way to remove it from your system. It focuses more on the mind, inducing hallucinations and paranoia. It's discreet and untraceable. A masterpiece.
Illumi worked quickly not wanting to stay near the bastard more than he had to and soon the jar was empty and Osanai will regret ever placing his dick in an unwanted place.
~
The next day Illumi got a call from Draken cashing in on his 'whole day spent together' thing. Illumi agreed on the condition that he got to visit a few places during their time out.
So Draken picked him up and the two were off into the city to waste time together. First, they went to a piercer as per Illumi's request.
"What do you want to get pierced?" Draken asked as they waited in the designated waiting room.
"My Frenum obviously," Illumi said, causing Draken to topple over with a raging blush.
"Wha- are- are you serious?!"
"Of course not dumbass," Illumi laughed at how flustered the blond got. "I want my industrial done and a tongue piercing."
"Oh, uh" Draken tried to compose himself. "That's...great."
Illumi was called soon enough as Draken was spared from embarrassing himself anymore.
"Idiot, what was that kind of reaction?" the blond huffed to himself.
The piercing took no more than forty minutes and soon the two were back out on the streets.
"So what do you need to get?" Illumi asked as he walked down the streets with some strangers admiring them and others fearing for their lives at seeing 'delinquents'
"Bleach," Draken said. "Mikey's roots are starting to show and mine will be too soon enough."
"Oh~ can I help ye dye yer hair?" Illumi asked with a smile. "I've helped Takemichi with his a few times."
"Fine by me," Draken shrugged with an uptick of his lips. "Maybe Mikey won't move as much if you do it."
"I'll smack him if he does."
A quick stop at a hairdresser to pick up the dye was made then both boys decided it was time to eat. They picked a hole in the wall run by a family. Food was served quick and hot and the entire time Draken entertained Illumi by telling him embarrassing stories about Mikey and the gang making Illumi snort juice out his nose setting off Draken into a spiel of uncontrolled laughter. At that moment they both just looked like normal teenage boys enjoying a day out with one another with no more responsibilities than to have homework ready for Monday.
After eating they walked down the streets together bumping shoulders and pointing out things that looked particularly stupid. As night grew closer they knew they needed to head back and so Draken packed Illumi back onto his bike and they were off. Illumi was feeling tired after all the excitement of today and laid his head on Draken's back mumbling a 'thank you for today' at the blond never getting to see the wide blush stained smile that responded to his words.
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When Takemichi decided to return to the past in order to find out more about Osanai he never thought he would find out that the man died years ago from unknown reasons. There was an investigation into his death but nothing was ever found and while the man had enemies no one aimed to kill him from what they knew.
Takemichi and Naoto were just as baffled about this sudden outcome but a niggling in the back of Takemichi's mind made him feel...uncertain. He remembered the reaction Illumi had first given to the atrocious acts Osanai had committed. He had been rather violent. Surely there's no way he could have done something so extreme as to kill Osanai...right?
But then there's the fact that Illumi is one of the most powerful people in the underground with people hanging off him in attempts to have a smidge of his attention. Illumi is more than just his facade.
"So, no one ever figured out what happened to Osanai?" Takemichi asked Naoto.
"No, it was like the killer had no motive other than to end his life. He died after being admitted to the hospital for fever, throwing up, and severe hallucinations. After three days of admittance, he finally cracked and started to slam his head against walls ending up with him killing himself. Some wanted to lable his death suicide but his family was adamant that this was not his doing."
"Well, it does sound a bit off, Naoto." Takemichi pointed out.
"I know it does, but it's just weird. In the last timeline, he never died."
Takemichi decided to not mention his gut feeling about Illumi thinking he was just over-reacting. With the objective to save Draken on his mind, he was once again sent into the past.
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Illumi is starting to wonder whether he should stop following Takemichi's requests to meet him at places. This time the blond wants him to meet him at some abandoned warehouse. Why does his friend seem to have a kink for creepy locations?
Still, Illumi being the kind soul he is followed through and once inside the building heaved a sigh of utter exasperation.
"Takemichi, why is it when I leave you alone for five fucking minutes I come back to see you bloody, bruised, or unconscious? Sometimes it ends up being all three."
"Lumi?" Mikey asked in sync with Draken.
"Hey, guys~" Illumi waved his fingers. "What are we doing today?"
"Well, we are waiting for Moebius to show up," Draken informed the unexpected boy.
"Cool, I'll go sit in the back then." Illumi smiled and waddled his way to sitting behind the crate Mikey was on then pulled out his phone to entertain himself.
Mikey, highly amused at the carefree nature of his new friend, weaved a hand into silky black locks and started to basically pet Illumi. It didn't last too long before the sound of heavy footsteps made their way into the warehouse.
"Sorry to interrupt your little group implosion, but you keep saying 'Moebius'." A rather haggard-looking lad was trekking about. "Would you mind not saying our name like that?" He brought a comb up to his blond hair and ran it through while puffing out some smoke from the cigarette placed in his mouth. "You mid-school babies."
"You're..." Pah spoke. "Osanai!"
"Suck it, dick cheese." Osanai fired back.
"You bastard," Pah spat.
"Hey, I'm two years older than you. That's Mr. Bastard to you."
His words enraged the third division captain enough that he shot forward, throwing a punch. Osanai was quick to dodge, leaning back and twisting to throw his own fist forward and right into Pah's face, knocking him not only back a few steps but also clean off his feet.
"Yup~" the bastard was insufferably smug. "Nothing but a mid-schooler."
"Pah-chin!"
"Tokyo Manji gang?" Osanai huffed. "Change your name. More like Mid-school infant alliance. Heard you were picking a fight with Moebius," he snapped his fingers, and drones of boys in white uniforms crowded the warehouse.
"So we're gonna strike first~"