Two different worlds, yet they find themselves oddly at peace with one another.

Illumi, eldest son of the Zoldyck family and assassin in training, taught to have no morals and follow orders. For the past 11 years of his life, he had followed said orders, and due to that, he’d been allowed to go to the small outdoor market on his own. He was told that it was some sort of test, to see if he was truly capable on his own if he had happened to get into any situation. He also guessed it was because they were running a bit low on rice.

When he was about to make his journey home, his bag had been snatched from him, a boy around the same age as him had run off with it before he had the reaction to even blink. he couldn’t get the bag back, and even though that caused him to have a lengthy ‘discipline’ session from his parents, he couldn’t help but have his thoughts drift back to the boy with the red hair.

So, in the middle of the night, he snuck into the kitchen, making a bento out of the leftovers from dinner that evening, put on his black cloak, put the hood over his head, and made his way out of the Zoldyck manor. his whole body felt sore, bandages covering his fresh wounds, but he pushed it aside. He walked for a while, before he found the same alleyway that his groceries had been stolen from. there, he saw the same boy with the red hair, curled up behind the dumpster. His skin stretched uncomfortably over his bones, his cheeks slightly sunken in and his body smudged with dirt and scabs. He seemed to be asleep.

”.. Wake up.” Illumi called out quietly, staring down at him blankly.