Illumi won't lie, leaving the hospital was fucking amazing, the staff were great there but man did they take every second to tell him the same stuff every single visit.
Mr. Yato always wear your medical bracelet.
Mr. Yato, you should consider replacement treatment.
Mr. Yato, do you feel any pain even though I already told you I can't administer you any more pain meds.
Mr. Yato, you can't pull out your stitches.
Thankfully his stitches were removed the day he was discharged so he didn't have to worry about them anymore. His parents didn't even come to pick him up nor did they visit at all during his stay. The day he was discharged he didn't tell anyone not wanting to deal with a sudden influx of people offering him rides home. It's not that he's ungrateful but he doesn't feel like socialising.
It took two bus rides and a 15-minute walk to reach his home and when he did he was beyond surprised that he found his parents' car in the driveway. It's a once-in-a-blue moon occasion that they are home. Illumi huffed out a breath but his curiosity was too much for him to ignore so he entered the far too large and cold house being greeted by a butler in the foyer.
"Young master Illumi, your parents request your presence the minute you return home. They're in the drawing-room."
"...thank you, Yuri."
Always the same, Illumi scoffed to himself, never caring about where I am just when I can come to show myself. Bet they won't even ask where I've been once they see me just start with 'we have business to discuss' like I'm some employee instead of their son.
Illumi made his way to the drawing-room where his mother and father sat side by side. They both looked as regal as ever, his father tall and wide with strength looking ethereal with bone-white hair catching a wave to the end. It wasn't as long as Illumi's but it did reach his shoulders. His mother was the picture of grace holding her shoulders straight and her chin high. Her face was elegant and pretty from her sharp red eyes to her delicately pointed chin. It was no secret to where Illumi got his looks, his DNA lottery was full of winning attributes.
His mother did look a bit more...soft, however. Something he's never seen in his life.
"Illumi, we have business to discuss." His father, Yato Kyoka spoke strictly and to the point, no niceties were needed apparently from him.
Knew it, Illumi dinged to himself.
"Yes father," Illumi responded coldly and detached. "What is it?"
"You will be receiving a new sibling," Yato Kila also known as Illumi's mother said.
...the fuck?
"I'm sorry?" Illumi's eyes widened. "A sibling? When?"
"Next week is the due date," Kila said, placing her hand on her stomach that caused the flowy fabric to constrict showing a large baby bump.
A sibling? Illumi tried to process. He has no problems with having a sibling around but he doesn't want them to be subjugated to the cold house his family calls home. He's not too shocked that his mother is already so far in her pregnancy, his parents are never home enough for him to notice a growing baby bump.
"Of course, once the baby is born, much like how you were raised, the attendants of the house will be providing the majority of the care," Kyoka said. "We will be returning to work right after, a big deal is on the horizon."
"Yes, I...understand father," Illumi muttered his mind anything but organized. "I ask for a request."
"Oh," Kyoka raised an eyebrow, very seldom his son asks for things the brat can be relied on for. "What is it? Spit it out, boy."
"When the baby is born I would like to have a hand in raising it, meaning when I am around the responsibility falls to me."
"That can be arranged, it's not like this one is going to amount to anything much like you, it was an uncalculated possibility that has happened." Kila sniffed, she wasn't too happy about having to birth another child but her morals are far too personal to abort it.
"Thank you, father and mother, if that is all I would like to head out for a walk."
"Yes. yes, away you go," Kyoka waved away his son not even turning an eye to him.
Having been dismissed, Illumi left out the door he came through not too long beforehand. His walk into a busier street was full of muttered theories and preparations for his new sibling. Will it be a boy? A girl? Will they look like him or a different combination from their parents? Is there even a nursery set up for them?
Illumi then went on to start making plans to test out of school, he very well can't be in school and leave the baby at home all day. He needs to be there for his little brother or sister! He needs to be able to give them the love growing up that he was so cruelly denied. Making up his mind Illumi whipped out his phone and sent off an email to his principal accepting his long-standing offer to test Illumi out of Middle school and into high school. He added in the email that he would like to test out all secondary-level education centers for personal reasoning.
Illumi was so caught up in his mind that he didn't pick up on the shadowing of footsteps behind him as he walked down a rather dark and damp alleyway. It was only when the soft sound of heavy breathing far too close came to his attention did he whip around and nearly smack a man in the face.
"Mr, Nirai?" Illumi asked with furrowed brows. "What are you doing?"
"Ah! Illumi I was uh just walking and I saw you," the teacher stumbled his way through his explanation. "You haven't been in school for a few days so I was worried, your parents never picked up the phone. When I saw you walking down the street I just wanted to ask if you were okay."
"Oh, I was out for personal reasons, sir" When Illumi didn't elaborate Nirai's face pinched with annoyance.
"I see," Nirai placed a hand on Illumi's shoulder that looked far more inappropriate in the darkness of the alley as it started to trail down his arm. "You're okay though?"
Illumi tried to remove his hand but the other man's grip was tight and unmoving. "Yes, sir, just....personal. No need to be concerned."
"But I'm always concerned for you, Illumi." Nirai started to crowd Illumi back into the corner of the alley looming over the boy. "You seem to make the most stupid of choices when I'm not around." He lifted a hand and placed it gently on the child's face.
Illumi, extremely uncomfortable, slapped the man's hand away. "I do not think you should be touching me in such a way, sir."
Nirai didn't respond as he stared at the hand that had been slapped. Quick as a whip he returned the slap only to the boy's face. Illumi having not expected such an action didn't manage to avoid the hit and his face was snapped to the side with a stinging sensation accompanying it.
"You understand why I had to do that right, Illumi. You're not allowed to hit me, I had to show you why hitting each other is bad. It hurts me more than it hurts you to do this Illumi."
Wide unfocused eyes stared unseeing, no one had hit him in so long. It was only a time where his parents had no patience and Illumi did not yet know how to shut his mouth did he ever get hit by them. It was a dark time in his childhood where his parents used many methods to show when a child should only be seen and not heard. His breath became unstable as darkness blurred the edges of his eyes. He didn't even notice Nirai's clammy hands start to ease their way under his shirt rubbing against soft skin. Illumi struggled to remove himself from the position he had been corralled into. His squirming seemed to only further excite Nirai who pressed harder against him and started to move his hands south.
"Come on Illumi, I see the way you smile at me in class, I know you want this. Relax," His disgusting hand tried to undo the ties of Illumi's sweatpants and that was the straw snapped Illumi from his faraway mind. He shot out his hand and gave three sharp slaps to the man's face with his fingers slightly curled inwards. On the third strike, his hand dips slightly lower to the man's neck. It wasn't until the loud wailing turned to choked gurgles did Illumi's sight clear up.
Now on the floor, there was a bleeding out Nirai from grooves in his skin that looked like claws. Illumi in his haze seemed to have forgotten that his nails could be considered a formidable weapon and deal some serious damage as he could see from where he now stood. It looked like his nails had caught and torn the carotid artery on the left side of his throat leaving the man to drown in his own blood.
Illumi felt no remorse for his actions but the thought of getting caught had him stumbling to try and figure something out. The claw marks might make it out to be a wild animal attack even though that possibility would be highly impossible. He quickly left the alley but kept to the shadows of the street where he stole a large hoodie from a clothing rack. His pants were black so the blood that had splattered all over his person couldn't be seen on them but his baby blue t-shirt was a different story hence the need for the hoodie.
Once covered up he gingerly picked out his phone and didn't even look as he dialed a number from his phone log. It took three rings before someone picked up. One, two three-
Click
"Hello?"