Out of all the things Illumi hated, waiting for someone who was late was close to number one on his list. It was twenty minutes past the scheduled time and the Zoldyck was starting to consider leaving the lonely spot on the abandoned building. The only reason for him to stay, was considering the hell he could later put his contact through. “You’re late”, said the assassin without altering his laid-back pose against a decayed column. “I know, I’m sorry darling”, came the answer from the redhead man standing behind him. “I thought I’d make it on time, but I’ll leave if that’s your desire”, the clown approached him with elegant steps making his heels clack against the dust covered tiles. “Of course not” “Oh, so you want me here?” the magician purred against Illumi’s ear. “I want nothing but you information”, The Zoldyck took a step away from him, swaying his raven, silky hair in an attempt to brush away the redhead’s warm breath lingering in his neck. “Do you know where my brother is