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"A chat huh?" You stare at the man, examining him.
Chrollo Lucilfer, standing roughly at five foot ten inches, or one-hundred and seventy-seven centimeters, he was a rather tall bloke. Fairly toned as well, his abs peeking out from behind his dark-purple, fur-lined leather trench coat.
"You're a bounty hunter, pretty skilled as well. Mind telling me what you're doing here?" He asked, his grey eyes looking into your e/c ones. Something about his gaze was different from Feitan's, but you hadn't quite determined what difference that was.
"I had a bounty, and I'd taken him out before running into you, but I don't really have any business dealing with you guys. I frankly don't find dying all that fun." You glance around at the numerous faces, all staring back at you.
"Should you really have told us that you don't want to die?" Machi spoke out.
"Should I have to worry about you killing me? I mean realistically, if you wanted me dead, Feitan would've dealt with me, even more so, you wouldn't have let me escape." You glance back up at Chrollo. A smug look on his face.
"She's right. Killing you wouldn't make any sense, you'd be dead already if we really wanted you dead." Chrollo responded.
"So then why is she alive?" Machi's stare bounced over to Feitan, making it seem like her comment was directed to both men. It was a good question, one on your mind as well.
Just why the hell did Chrollo want to apprehend you? What purpose were you going to serve to him?
"What is your nen ability?" Chrollo hopped down from his position on the rubble, landing level with everyone else now.
"Crypt Caller. I summon dead nen users and borrow their powers for a bit." You sum up all you can do.
"I can also talk to and see dead people with enough focus. If you all shut up I could contact the spirits that have died in this area." You're holding your injured side with your right hand, resting it on your left side, across your body.
"Please, demonstrate." Chrollo stood by and waited for you to use your ability.
"Alright." You closed your eyes and calmed your breathing.
Cold. Dark. Damp. The spirit world. The realm of the undead.
Re-opening your eyes, bright white light replaced where your pupils should be. Being a medium was sort of a heavy task.
"There's, a lot." You paused, glancing around.
"I can see, maybe three or four, just in this building alone." Your voice echos, like an ethereal speech filter.
The spirits notice your presence in their world. You've temporarily opened their eyes to see living humans, just like you've opened the eyes of the living to see the dead.
Chrollo, as well as a few other members, turn to look at the newcomers. The spirits are semi-transparent and float above the ground. The temperature has dropped significantly and time itself seems to have slowed.
And as quick as they'd appeared, they were gone. You took a deep breath as your knees buckled and you slouched down onto the ground, exhaustion begging to seep from your pores.
Overdoing it was rather easy, especially when you tried to use almost every aspect of your nen ability within a short amount of time. A big downfall to your ability to begin with.
"That seems rather useful-"
"Come near me and I'll end your fucking life." You cursed, your eyes glaring up at him, shooting daggers into his own cold stare.
"Calm down, Its effects seem way to detrimental for me to even begin to want it." Chrollo chuckles, stepping closer, an arm extending from his side.
Expecting him to use his own nen ability, you tense. Instead, he pats your head.
"You could be useful here. Besides, you've already killed multiple bounties-"
"I'm nothing like you. I don't kill for sport." You swat his hand away. Sitting flat on the ground now, you lay back on the ground, staring up at the broken ceiling.
"Whatever you want me for, you can forget it. Now I'm going to rest and then tomorrow, I'm going to leave." You shoot your gaze toward Feitan who's eyes lock onto yours.
"Very well. Feitan, watch her." Chrollo returns to his spot on the rubble, the rest of the troupe seeming to go back to doing whatever it is they do to pass the time.
Finally getting some shut-eye, you try your best to relax on the uncomfortable cement that you're laying on.
Feitan's presence looms over you and you once again peek an eye open to look at him as he now, towers over you.
"Weirdo." You mumble.
"I'm...the weird one." Feitan mocks, taking a seat beside you. It wasn't how he would've liked to spend his night watching you, but he guessed this was better than nothing.
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Feitan watched as you slept, your slowed breathing playing like a soft melody in his ears. Members of the troupe left one by one, all heading out to go do other things, for the time being, not being needed for a few more days.
Chrollo sat by, up where he'd been sitting previously, above everyone else. A lit candle provided him some light to read in, his eyes scanning over pages in his book.
Feitan was restless. He wasn't going to sleep, not when he was watching you, but he was itching to do something, anything.
Carefully lifting his hand, his fingers delicately lifted your shirt on the injured side of your body, your left side. Your hand shot up and grabbed his wrist.
"Don't-"
"Relax...I'm just...looking." Feitan mumbled behind his skull-print bandanna. Peeking an eye open, you glanced at the ravenette and sighed. Deciding to do something if he tries something, you allowed him to continue, with caution.
Feitan eyed the wound he'd inflicted on you. A rather large slice to the left side of your abdomen. Blood clotted and dried along the gash.
"It's going...to get infected." Feitan smirked. One of his favorite torture methods was being irresponsible with the wounds he inflicted. Allowing them to get infected, the mere pain of disease growing from a mistreated wound leading right up to amputation. Sometimes he wouldn't even wait for the infection to spread before removing a limb.
Hearing those words made you feel uneasy. You'd have to get it treated as soon as possible or things could get worse.
"I'll deal with it when I leave." You replied, both eyes now open staring up at the ceiling again.
"You aren't...leaving." Feitan responded.
"Why'd you call me back?" Machi's voice sounded in the building.
"You're going to tend to F/n's wound. I'm assuming you have your kit?" Chrollo spoke to the pink-haired girl. Machi rolled her eyes and glared at you.
"And why should I do that?" Machi responded.
"Feitan, go ahead." Chrollo nodded in the ravenette's direction. Your gaze darted to Feitan who was already one step ahead of you. Swift with his hand, he knocked your head against the ground and you blacked out.
Staring at your now unconscious body, Feitan felt his body begin to tingle. The familiar feeling he got when he was able to torture people. A part of him felt sorry for his victims, they suffered immense amounts of pain, and to some extent, Feitan was human, he had sympathy, but his victims were almost always deserving of his torture.
"She'll owe us after you stop her wound from getting infected. We make her only option to repay us, to join us, and she has no choice. We kill her if she denies." Chrollo speaks up.
"You're sadistic." Machi responds, heading over to your unconscious body.
Feitan watched with jealousy in his eyes as Machi got to tend to your wound. He'd already felt your skin a few times, how he wanted to feel it more. He wished to cut into it and mark you up, in more ways than one.
To experiment and hear your screams and cries for him to stop. Chrollo was a breeze in sadism compared to himself. Feitan was far worse than he was.
Machi's work was slow compared to how she'd helped Hisoka. She had to be a bit more careful, not that she wanted too.
"Feitan, hold her arm, it's in the way." Machi groaned, nodding toward your left arm that was beginning to fall, limp to the side she was working on. Feitan jumped at the opportunity to feel your skin.
Grabbing your arm by the wrist, his fingertips touched your skin. It was smooth and soft. As his hand rested more onto your wrist, the more he felt your skin under his hand.
"Alright there. She's all done. If she tears them open, I'm not redoing them." Machi cleaned up her supplies and glared at Chrollo.
And just like that, as soon as he'd been given the chance to feel your skin again, he had to set your arm back down. He sighed in defeat as he let it fall limp back down to your side.
"Very well, thank you." Chrollo responded, watching as Machi left again. Feitan stared at your unconscious state and began to think.
"You seem interested in her." Chrollo spoke. Feitan shook his head.
"She's like...everyone else." Feitan stood up and nudged your body with his foot.
"She is just...annoying." Feitan took a few steps away and sat down on a large rock. Watching you from afar would limit his temptations. He wasn't some wild animal that just always wanted to torture people, but given how Chrollo wanted you here for a reason, he couldn't help but think that maybe you might have some information that he'd need to get out of you.
"You want to interrogate her?" Chrollo asked, his grey eyes watching keenly as Feitan stared at you from afar.
"Does she have...information?" Feitan asks, turning to face the boss.
"She might, it's a very good possibility she might know something about the auction." Chrollo closed the book in his hand and stood up. He approached your unconscious body and knelt beside it.
"She's also very powerful. She'd make a great addition but we're already at 13 members. But she can tag along. We'll use her when we see fit and then we can kill her. The auction will go much smoother with her since she's not wanted."
"So...we are using her?" Feitan asked, watching as the boss moved a strand of your hair from your face.
"Yes." Chrollo responded.
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Stirring awake, your head and side hurt. A grunt of discomfort startled the ravenette who sat watching from a few feet away.
You didn't say anything, but you sat up and reached to feel your side.
All stitched up and clean? Did Machi do this?
You thought. Going to stand, you were met with Chrollo.
"How was your rest?" Chrollo mocked, staring at you.
"We're done here." You rolled your eyes. As you began to walk off, his hand lurched out and grabbed your wrist.
"Not so fast. You owe us." Chrollo's words were spoken with leisure like it was a stroll in the park for him.
"What?" You glare at him, confused. What does he mean I owe him?
"Machi dressed your wound so it wouldn't get infected. You owe us now."
"Bullshit. I was unconscious, I didn't agree to that. I don't owe you shit." You spat, squirming in his grasp.
"Well, she didn't do it for nothing."
"You should've asked me first! I'm not in your debt you asswipe!" You cursed at him. He chuckled, amusement gliding across his features. Feitan couldn't help but stifle a laugh himself.
"What a mouth you've got." Chrollo's free hand gripped your chin, his fingers pressing into your cheeks, silencing you.
"You'll work with us for the time we're in Yorknew. You don't have a choice, unless you'd rather die, that is." Chrollo's once amused tone had completely vanished and was now replaced with darkness. He was serious and terrifying.
Shaking your head out of his grasp, you stared at the ground, your heart beating faster and faster.
"No. I w-won't." You breathed out. You were shaking, your heart was racing, and your head was pounding. You didn't want this. You were stuck.
"Hm?" Chrollo's voice echoed in your ears as he gripped your wrist tighter. You spoke again.
"What was that?" Chrollo responded. You'd mumbled and he hadn't heard you.
"I said, suck my dick." You shouted at him, twisting and breaking your own wrist to free yourself from his grasp.
You jumped back and didn't waste any time. While the shock was settling in, you made a run for it, not caring about the pain or about anything for that matter. You had to get out of there.
And you did. Your feet ran as fast as they could, your legs burning as they propelled you forward.
Chrollo glared in the direction you'd run off in and sighed. Feitan looked at Chrollo in shock. You'd broke your own wrist to get free, it wasn't that crazy of a concept to believe but it certainly shocked Feitan that you would do something like that.
"Let her go. We'll get her later." Chrollo sighed, closing his eyes for a moment.
"I'll go...get her tomorrow." Feitan began to walk in the same directions you'd left, but he was going to find something to do. He didn't want to sit around anymore. He was bored.
Meanwhile, you were making it to the nearest airport, heading back home. And when you finally boarded the airship, you felt the first wave of relief pass over you.
You were getting the hell out of dodge, and getting back home. An uneasy feeling settled inside your chest, and the adrenaline that had caused the pain for your broken wrist to numb was beginning to wear off.
Sitting down and not feeling like you were being chased was a feeling you wanted to bask in, the discomfort in your side, as well as your wrist, was making it rather hard to catch some shut-eye, but you'd make do.
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Opening the door to your house, more so apartment, you quickly shut and locked it behind you. The first thing you needed to do was fix your wrist.
In your bathroom was a first aid kit, one you quickly opened. Preparing yourself, you cracked it back up, realigning it partially before wrapping it up. It'd heal, but until you knew it was safe to leave, you didn't plan on leaving your house.
Leaving your bathroom after cleaning up the first aid equipment, you trotted to your bedroom.
Scattered papers and books littered a small portion of your floor where a large bulletin board stood. On the board, numerous pictures and different colored strings were pinned into the cork material.
A murder. In cold blood. One you were trying to solve. The murder of your father.
Your body hit the plush material of your bed and your eyes shut instantly. You were out cold for the next couple of hours.
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