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12 years ago (Age 12):
“There’s no way you’re joining. End of discussion.” Chrollo didn’t even bother looking up from his book as you pouted like a child.
“I’m literally only two years younger than you! It’s not fair!” You whined, kicking your dangling legs in frustration.
“You can join when you’re 18,” Chrollo replied calmly, unfazed by your temper tantrum.
“18!? You want me to wait six years here? There’s no way I’m staying here for another six years while you get to go out and live your life!” You practically screamed at him. “If you don’t take me with you I’ll just leave anyway and follow you.”
That statement of yours caught his attention. Your brother slowly closed his book, a dark, scary intensity settling over his face. “You will not. You will stay here and that is final.” He commanded.
“But–”
“No.”
You sighed in defeat, you didn’t want to argue with him when he was in one of his moods.
7 years ago (Age 17):
“What the hell is wrong with you!?” You demanded from Chrollo, shoving newspaper articles into his chest. “This is what you call helping Meteory City? Murdering a whole clan of innocent people?!”
Chrollo just shrugged, hands in his pockets, letting the papers fall to the floor. “We need money to send here, how else do you suppose we get it?”
“By stealing from the rich? By stealing from the mafia? Not by killing those poor people! They were innocent!” You sobbed, your whole body shuddering as tears started to gather in your eyes.
“You don’t understand. You’re too young.” Chrollo turned on his heel, strolling out of the room.
“Sarasa would hate what you have become.” He stopped. Whipping around with fury in his eyes. Was it a low blow? Yes. Did he deserve it? Yes.
“Don’t you dare,” he growled.
“You’re no better than the ones who killed her! You’re a fucking murderer, Chrollo!”
“Don’t compare me to them!” You recoiled in shock. It was the first time you had ever heard him raise his voice at you.
“I hate you. I hope you feel ashamed,” you spat. His eyes narrowed at you as you brushed past him.
“Where the hell do you think you’re going?” He called after you.
“I’m leaving this shithole. I don’t want to join your little murder group anymore. In fact, I never want to see you again.” You didn’t turn around, and Chrollo didn’t call out after you.
That was the last time you saw your brother.