Hey guys and girls... sorry for the late update. I was really upset cuz the broadband connection was really faulty here, and the modem had a major technical difficulty, so here I am updating for you.
Killua: well you should apologise... ah... mo! :/
Indrani: yeah... I know... Sherlock!
Leorio: What's with you now? uh... Indrani-san does not own the HXH.
Indrani: P.s. this is kinda angsty plot... with a tragic ending so, please don't judge me okay... I was really lamenting that day when I wrote it. I promise to bring more sunnier plot afterwards... so R&R
Chapter:7 Black Swan
Chrollo x Reader
Genre: Angst
Requested by Sparklecake
Some dreams are meant to be untouchable… some wishes are never to be fulfilled… they morn in the heart like a dying swan…
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I put on my head gear like the crown and stared at the mirror looking into my eyes, the (e/c) orbs which will sooner glitter against the blinding silver spotlight; avoiding the moistness which was already on the verge of streaming on my pristine makeup. I stood up, sighing and shaking that irrevocable feeling which was stabbing my heart like knife; pulled myself at the fullest length and re-stretched my toes for the last time.
'(y/n), it's time…..' a girl in gray tutu knocked on the door.
'Okay, I'm coming.' I mumbled slowly, clearing my throat.
I drifted towards the stage, sat on the floor with my knee-length tutu sprawled on the ground, my head was bending down.
"Odette, _-san, you'll be the swan queen one day. I know you will"
His voice echoed into my ears, so lively and veherent that I felt I could touch him. I raised my head, stood on my tiptoe, spread the hands and let them flow with the soft and ominous tune of the piano and the orchestra, the beauty and purity was soon to be ravished and there I was, flapping my arms like a newly-turned swan…..
…..
The recital passed in a flash. I danced like a clockwork doll; perfect but unknown to the mind. I was in a peaceful trance, unaware of my state and surroundings. The final music started to play; again I drifted towards the stage…..
The tone was doleful, so was my mind, I stood on my tiptoe spun the left foot bending it upwards….
"Chrollo-san, this …. Is difficult" I toppled on my feet while doing a tiptoe split, my balance was shaking.
"Relax _-san," he held my vertically upward inner thigh for support, "you need to trust your body." He softly mumbled, "You mastered the toe-trick in a week so split will be easy. But I was not really sure about it, as long as I can remember, "It hurts… it hurts, aw!" I toppled and with my surprise, Chrollo-san held me in his arms.
I changed my feet and bend it towards my back, still remembering the incident when I learned it.
He took my left leg from my back and snaked it around his waist, softly taking my waist. "Now breathe and breathe until you feel like a swan….. You can do it."
I flapped my hands like the wings of swan.
He would softly grabbed my from my underarm, releasing my leg from his waist and pecked on my neck. "_-san, don't be afraid of yourself, you are a talented dancer" he would say.
"No Chrollo-san, I am not… do you see how much I was toppling." I would say. He would laugh at my face nuzzling at my earlobe, "_-san, every great person fails in the first, and failure is the pillar of success!"
I was really flattered and felt pacified in such soothing words, when no other trusted on me, he did...
what were in those ebony eyes that made my succumb each and every time I would looked at it, what were in those midnight orbs that made me feel to plunge into it for eternity?
His touch were lingering on my skin, his kiss was still there, on my neck, my breast and my lips. Every time I made a move, I felt he was dancing with me, holding my arms, supporting my waist when I bend forwards and whispered in my ears when I flapped my arms "feel like a swan, my dear _-san."
I flowed and glided on the dance floor, swaying like swan ready to embrace death. I was afraid I would topple but I did not. It was like Chrollo held me right at the waist. My inspiration, my reason of get going, my only hope in life… I promised not to touch these shoes again when I lost in the state dance championship, but there was he standing right in front of me… He was always there when I looked back.
"Promise me _-san. One day you'll be a great dancer… you'll steal the spotlight….. You'll make me sway in the thin air with pride….."
I dare not to touch these shoes.
But is this how it feels to live life without an aim….. Is this living without hope...? Is this the cloud of despair shut off from god's brightness?
Why Chrollo why? Why do you have to leave me alone in this world…..? I don't wanna dance anymore….. Not without you…. Not without my angel….. Not without my god… I know I am dying every day without you, but if it makes you happy then I accept it….. I accept this death…
I came back into the reality with the ear-bursting applause of the audience….. A standing ovation….. A part of my mind wanted to see that angelic face in the sea of people, but I was wrong…. He was long ….. Long….. Gone… never to come back…..
I stood in stupor. My pristine white makeup was wilting and blackening with the melting swan-like eyes makeup….. I cried….. I cried after a decade like this….. I lowered my eye… the light was too much to take.
But, despite all my despair, I found a tiny beam of hope…..
Did I just saw a moving shadow at the exit door?
I ran from the stage, thudding away the stairs and rushing through the corridor. I am sure… I am sure he came… he came to see my show… after all these years, after all these years… he remembered me.
But why is the parking lot empty….. I went every single way to find him, but no one was there…
No one…..
I sank on the ground, hugged my knees and sunk my head in the gap…..
Wish you were here…
Extended ending:
A tall young man was standing in the dark, right behind the shutter of the parking lot of the auditorium labeled "swan lake recital: opening night".
"Danchou" a woman with purple business suit and deep cleavage drawled, "are you ready to go."
"Yes, Pakunoda" the man replied softly.
Both of them walked with silence and cautiousness, the man adjusted his tuxedo and pushed the dark bangs from his face.
"Sumannai danchou," Pakunoda said, "but for what purpose did you come here tonight?" Chrollo laughed mysteriously….. "I wanted to meet the swan"
"Swan?" Pakunoda eyed him with stupor, "and did you meet your swan?"
"Oh yes," Chrollo said.
I am glad you kept your promise _, please forgive me for leaving you… I am afraid I am not the worthy person you deserve… I am a spider of darkness. The purity of my swan queen is not meant to be corrupted by a filthy being like me…. I you can then forgive me… and forget me….. your highness.
So did I failed to create angst... sorry if I did. My mood was really bitter and morose that day and I thought this theme should go well with Chrollo since he has a soft heart that will do anything for whom he loves... if you don't know what I am talking about then you should think about the massacre in Yorkshin auction, presented and dedicated to the late Ubogin, with the Requiem.
Of course I will be doing happier plots later... don't worry,
inspired by : Just a Dream by Sam Tsui ft. Christina Grimmie
and I wanna know... which of the HXH characters you wanna see with you... tell me tell me tell me... in review..
and last but not the least... R&R
