(It was an arranged marriage. He was going to be married to a goth woman. She wore white makeup and black clothes almost like a vampire. Her whole family was like that. They had just met and their mothers walked them in to meet eachother. He wanted to laugh because her whole family looked like vampires. But there was something about the way none of them blinked and their eyes followed every movement he made that kept his mouth shut.) Illumi: i suppose your the one i am going to marry.