Chapter 4
-Chrollo's POV-
The girl slowly walks to the shore as she sees me coming. She puts on the clothes which were left on the beach in a peaceful pace. Her movement is so graceful that it's a waste of time to blink.
Her curly scarlet hair falls naturally to her waist, swaying rhythmically as she moves. Her skin glows dimmer and dimmer, revealing her fair complexion as the water dries off. Her lips are like two petals of rose, blooming in the early spring. Her eyes are like two different precious gemstones shining brilliantly, lonely because they are too beautiful for anyone to own.
As soon as I arrive at where she is, she finishes dressing herself. I can't help holding my breath when she looks me in the eye. It's not only her unique eyes that make her so beautiful, but also the soul that is locked in the pair of ocean-deep eyes.
We stare at each other for a moment, waiting for each other to break the silence.
"Levinia?" I finally speak. That was the name spreaded along with the rumours.
She nods without a word.
"You can remove any Nen curse?" I try to make my voice sounds as flat as possible. What's wrong with my heart beating fast?
She nods, again.
"How's your rate?" I ask.
She stares at me, confused. I'm not sure if she can't understand my language or what.
"I mean, how much should I pay you?" I explain. I add in case she can't get what I'm asking, "for you to remove my Nen curse?"
"Truth," she replies, simple, but takes me some time to figure out what she tries to say.
"Uhm, huh?" I finally let out the safest question to ask. Who knows if she can recognise me as the one who leaded a gang of thieves killing her clan members?
She stares at my face for a very long time, as if she is decoding my facial expression, and explains with a plain smile, "Just tell me anything I want to know, honestly."
I smirk, without any meaning to offend her, "how are you supposed to know if I'm telling the truth?"
"Don't you worry about that," she says, sounding a little interested, "because if you don't, you're the one who will receive the consequences."
"And what are the consequences?" I can't be more excited than to hear her speaking sarcastically.
"To receive whatever your Nen curse is, on the spot," her smile is so angelic, even when her words are actually nothing enlightening.
"And what you want to know?" It seems like we're challenging each other over a deal which is a live-or-die matter.
She looks greatly amused that she is suppressing a laugh. "It depends. Right now I want to know, don't you afraid of death?"
"Afraid? I've been travelling on the border line of death and alive for my entire life," I answer with the most honest answer I can ever think of.
"So do I..." I hear her whisper under her heavy breath. Suddenly the situation turns desolate when the smile on her face disappears.
That is the most painful expression I've ever seen, worse than the dying, worse than any other left behind. Her face is so calm, yet I can see the sorrow that is too much for her petite body, her young age. The sorrow is overflowing, as her ocean deep eyes cannot hold it.
It triggers a sense of guiltiness that I never had.
Why am I feeling guilty for a girl I've just met? She is just a tool to remove the Judgement chain, no other than that. Her clan was just a valuable asset we gained, no other than that.
But the pair of eyes is suffocating...
