Chapter 7
After finishing my meal, I called over the maid as planned to help me pack my luggage.
After telling her roughly what to bring, I just sat there doing nothing.
My phone received a new message at that moment. The caller was an unknown number, but that didn't stop me from recognizing him at a glance.
—Aren't you going to accept my friend request, Little Lai?
How many times have I received messages with similar content?
This time, my answer was the same: I clicked on the tab and blocked the number that sent the message without hesitation.
I never gave him my contact information, and I have no idea where he got it from... Hisoka is really troublesome.
I was still frowning, trying to figure out who had leaked my personal information, when the maid suddenly spoke up, interrupting my thoughts:
Miss Lei
I looked up in confusion: "Hmm?"
She looked a little lost. I glanced at her; the suitcase at the maid's feet was already mostly filled with neatly folded clothes. She was holding a dress in her hand, and on the bed, among several messy clothes, were some scraps of paper.
When did I hide something like this inside my clothes?
I stretched out my hand and opened my palm.
The maid lowered her skirt, understood my gesture, picked out the incongruous hidden item from the wardrobe, and handed it to me.
It wasn't ordinary paper; it was a small envelope.
My heart skipped a beat, and a vague, definitely not friendly, premonition began to emerge.
Ignoring the maid's strange expression, I tore open the envelope, eagerly pulled out the paper inside, and glanced at it.
It's a boat ticket.
The specified boarding time was mid-May of last year.
I turned the ticket over; the back was clean and blank. I then looked at the envelope and saw a small, neatly drawn heart in the corner.
...This person has mocked my habit of drawing hearts on my sticky notes many times.
It felt like my heart had been stabbed right through, leaving a huge hole. The cold wind rushed in, tearing at my throbbing blood vessels.
My limbs started to feel cold without me even realizing it.
It turns out he did give us a chance.
I missed it.
Is it fate? Is it destiny?
But since you were clearly willing to take me away, why couldn't you just tell me the answer directly?
What is he gambling with? Is he betting on the future between us that I'm so looking forward to?
Ultimately, I think I was the only one who was truly immersed in that relationship.
I suddenly felt a little tired.
The ticket, practically brand new without a single crease, was resealed back into the envelope.
Then I opened the drawer of the dressing table and stuffed the envelope into the farthest corner.
"...Let's continue tidying up." I forced myself to stay alert and said to the maid.
However, she did not immediately carry out my order, but instead cautiously probed:
"Is it... a relic left behind by that person?"
I did not answer.
The maid continued, "Madam instructed that if any of the young master's belongings are found in the house, they should be..."
“No,” I interrupted her.
She remained standing still, locked in a stalemate with me.
I raised my voice, unable to contain my impatience:
"I said, no... You've already taken care of all his things, you were just short of taking me with you, weren't you?"
The maid was startled; it was probably the first time she had ever seen me so angry.
“I’m sorry, Miss Lei.” She immediately returned to her original position.
I turned my head with a cold face and looked in the mirror, staring intently at the ring Kurt had given me and my favorite earrings, which swayed back and forth with my violent movements.
The room was brightly lit, and the gemstones on the earrings displayed varying shades of blue as they were illuminated by the light and shadow.
I grew increasingly agitated, ripped off the ridiculous memento, and took off the matching ring that Kurt had given me from my neck, throwing it violently out the window.
...I never want to see that deep-sea blue again, which can easily drown a person.
It, like that person, disgusts me.
I probably slept too much during the day, because I stared at the ceiling all night and couldn't fall asleep.
The next day, Kurt walked in as if no one else was there and sat down on my bed.
My gaze was still fixed on the blank ceiling, and out of the corner of my eye I could only catch a glimpse of the intricate and beautiful hem of his kimono.
"Is there no one in this house who can stop you?" I asked.
Kurt did not answer.
I don't need his answer.
Because I quickly realized how ridiculous my question was.
My mother was a dreadful woman, full of ambition and relentlessly pursuing fame and fortune.
The Zoldycks' infamy, the bond between mother and daughter, and the moral principles and rules for maintaining social order—many things were disregarded by her.
She was willing to give up everything in exchange for any profit.
Whether it's Illumi or Kalmod, as long as the person who wants to enter my bedroom is a Zoldyck, she won't stop them.
The only time she showed any moral values in front of me from childhood to adulthood... it seems like it was only that one time when I told her that I had to be with that person.
She slapped me hard and told me it was absolutely impossible.
However, even disregarding how much my mother adored the Zoldyck family, Kurt himself was no ordinary person.
If he really insists on going somewhere, with the strength of our bodyguards, there is absolutely no way to stop him.
So I'd better not make things difficult for myself with this issue.
Instead of asking him why he could enter my room so casually, I should ask him why he wanted to see me.
Thinking this to myself, I asked the question directly.
Kurt lowered his eyes slightly and replied, "No reason, I just...missed Sister Lei."
That's ridiculous, they're clearly in the same building.
I raised an eyebrow.
Kurt's gaze then fell on my neck.
His expression was always ambiguous, as if shrouded in a layer of mist.
"...The necklace, did you put it away?" he asked, looking at me.
“No,” I yawned, “it was thrown away.”
Kurt's eyes widened slightly, a rare occurrence, as if he had never expected to hear such an answer from me.
I pointed out the window, adding with lingering interest:
"It was thrown out from here. If Kurt wants it, you might still be able to go find it now."
"..."
The air was eerily quiet.
He stared at me with a deep, dark gaze and a sinister expression.
I didn't take it to heart.
"Oh, by the way, don't forget, the flight to Kukuroku Mountain takes off at eight o'clock tomorrow morning," I said to him with a smile.
The subtext is probably: You don't want to hurt me or anger your older brother over something so trivial, do you?
This tactic should be effective.
At least yesterday we managed to keep him quiet.
However, it seems to have stopped working today.
After looking at me silently for a moment, Kurt suddenly laughed.
As always, he covered the lower half of his face with his fan. As the fan swayed by, I couldn't help but draw my attention to the alluring beauty mark on his lips.
The mole was completely covered by the paper fan, only a few ambiguous chuckles escaped from it.
“Sister,” I heard Kurt say slowly, “you seem to have misunderstood something.”
"Although I can't kill my eldest brother for now, I have many ways to make my sister obey me when he can't see me."
He leaned down and whispered in my ear, his short black hair cascading down, the ends brushing against the edge of my earlobe, causing a faint ticklish sensation.
"I'm no longer that little kid who didn't understand how to use my Nen ability."
"I've grown up, sister."
He said.
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The defining characteristic of my Hunter x Hunter fanfiction is that it blurs the original plot, allowing me to create independent timelines at will (lol).
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