Updates on a Wednesday? Ugly fruit tasting delicious like oranges? Chrollo making Killua his little bitch? All this is more likely than you think! xoxo~Mel

The last "thing" Chrollo was intimidated by had been Hisoka. But suddenly Killua was giving Chrollo some second thoughts. The punches and kicks that Killua delivered, had barely managed to land on him. Not to mention those damn weighed heavy yo-yo's Killua swung around so effortlessly, they landed more hits than any punch and did triple the impact. Chrollo had an high experience advantage that allowed him to maneuver around more easily, yet even so the hits surprisingly burned more than they hurt.

Must have been because Killua now had an equivalent height level with Chrollo, the young boy was taller and his fighting style had improved.

Killua was useful to him now… very useful..

"Look.. I have no desire to fight you…" Chrollo started to try to come to terms with him. Doing extra work wasn't his desire, in fact it pissed him off at the thought of working so hard only to fail.

Killua didn't seem to be hearing it as he snapped, "TOO LATE FOR THAT YOU MOTHERFUCKING ASS HOLE! YOU WANTED TO GO!" Swinging his yo-yo over it connected with Chrollo's wrist which skillfully blocked his face.

"I wanted to recruit you." Chrollo continued to urge drilling his message of peace into Killua's brain. "I have a special task for you."

"I'm too busy protecting Gon to spare any second of my time with you."

"I knew you would say that."

"So why'd you even ask?"

"Because that's what all brilliant mastermind gang leaders do to hook on the strings becoming a successful puppeteer."

Killua's face screwed up in a deep frown, "What?" Everything kept catching him off his game as he felt the wind blow against him.

"Look. No offense Killua, but compared to the other millions of foes I fought." Chrollo smirked a bit, effortlessly snatching a yo-yo from the air. "You're pretty lame, and make too much of a damn fool out of yourself." He pulled on the string violently, sending Killua tumbling towards him. The older man making quick use of his hands as they gracefully tangled the string reeling in Killua like a fish until they were mer inches apart. "And because of this, even at this short range you will never land a single scar on me."

Breathing heavily, Killua found his ears start ringing. His face turning red in pure rage, "SAYING NO OFFENSE DOESN'T GIVE YOU THE RIGHT TO OFFEND AND CRITICIZE ME." He snarled viciously flashing his teeth, the string preventing him from any other movement.

"Yes, but you see..." Chrollo chuckled lightly, tossing Killua back like rotten piece of meat. "I know, what you want to know about your brother." The man successfully conveyed, as he drop kicked the 16 year old to the floor. His eyes seemed to darken as a cruel look crawled on his lips, "So shut up and listen."

Killua looked up, his throat almost filling with bile, as his lungs felt like they were being crushed. Yet his determination not to kneel drove him to try and get back up on his feet. He wiped some blood from his busted lip, "Which one? Kalluto?" His words sounded perplexed.

Chrollo's fist paused right in front of Killua's face, barely inches away from slamming the 16 year old in it. "I SAID SHUT UP." The older man smirked, "But...That would be him."

"Like how the hell did you get to know him?" Killua sneered not intimidated at all by Chrollo's fist still lingering before him. He slipped one of his yo-yo's into his pocket, almost as if testing the waters. Then crossed his arms, "Or what business you have with him?"

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you, he joined on his own free will." Chrollo chuckled lightly, pulling his fist away. He calmly undid it as he moved to tuck a strand of his black hair behind his ears. His earrings reflecting the light pouring out the window onto his body, "But he did."

Killua found himself unable to hold back the anger still boiling in his gut. Seeing Chrollo so chill around made him wanna slam his fist into his face at top speed. However Killua took a long deep breath, his wild white hair still popping with blue lighting bringing out his sky toned eyes as they glared menacingly at Chrollo. Despite his racing pissed off heart beat, sending waves of blood thirsty moves and actions to his brain to follow out...He rejected them. Steadily twirling his extra yo-yo's in his hand, the string twisting around his finger as it swung in the air, like pendulum.

A slight crazed laughed slipped out, "Haha, no time for your stupid shitty games. Where is my little brother?" Killua demanded strictly, "I'm going to set things right. I'm going to fix him up and take him back home. AWAY FROM YOU LUNATICS."

"Oh… he could always leave anytime he wanted. He chose not to come back." Chrollo shrugged his shoulders carelessly, "What do you think, we hold people hostage here?" He spun around as if to show off the free space.

"I'll only ask you… ONE MORE TIME." Killua snarled sending his Yo-yo outwards to threaten the action of actually smashing it into Chrollo's head. He wasn't going to get suckered in and dragged in Chrollo's tricks. He wasn't as free and easy going as most people, so Chrollo's classy charm was numb when it came to his upset mood. His veins were popping out of his skin as raw power flowed through them. "Where is Kalluto?"

Narrowing his eyes, the man looked ready to draw blood. "Who do you think you're talking to?" A strong gust of wind seemed to blow Killua backward, as a booming voice replaced the ringing in his ears. "Get that yo-yo out of my face, before I kill you where you stand." Chrollo snapped, his voice laced with malice.

Unconsciously the 16 year old grabbed his heart. It seemed to be throbbing, angrily upset over having to act like a complete coward. Killua's broken breaths became more rushed, as snot started to drip down his nose. A strange feeling submerged in his soul...One he hadn't felt in years...

Cowardliness

With a trembling hand Killua placed his yo-yo in his pocket, then sputtered out an apology. "I_...s-sorry! I'm sorry!"

Chrollo calmly took a seat. Drumming his slender tan fingers, on the arm of the resting big reclining chair, a almost creepy overly friendly curl appeared on his lips. "Yes, yes... I know you are." He purposely stalled humming a bit before saying, "Anyway, Kalluto is out with the rest of the gang now. He's not a big fan of Gon. So he asked to leave the house for a while."

"Not a big fan of Gon..?" Killua spoke out softly. He could definitely configure why Kalluto wasn't very fond of Gon. the last time they met, Gon had broken his wrist. So that was pretty bad.

"You heard me clearly." Chrollo's fingers seemed to pick up speed on the side of his chair. It was almost as if he was analyzing, Killua, taking mental notes of his reaction time, and such. His sneaky eyes drifting to the corner of his sockets to look at the boy up and down. "So, I declare a proposition. I can reprehend him since he will never quit on his own free will and leave. But..." He paused his fingers to raise them up and point at Killua fiercely, "You have to take his place as number 4 on the phantom troupe."

At that sudden proposal, Killua felt his heart skip a beat. The realization seemed to be dawning on him that Chrollo was serious. Actually dead ass, about having Killua join. It would be easy too. It would be easy as one, two, three…. In a way, Killua was confused by the proposal. So he weighed his feelings:

1) He was pissed that only bad shit had come from them.

2) He was ticked off they'd taken him and Gon forcing them in here.

3) He wanted to blamed Gon's lil baby bump situation on Chrollo entirely.

4) He really hated taking orders from people. Heck, he hated being controlled by his own family.

Overall, Killua hated everything that Chrollo was giving to him and offering for him. The very idea of accepting such a thing made Killua sick to his gut.

Still before Killua could properly reject he figured he had to dig around for more clues, "What do you need me for anyway?"

Figuring that he had nothing to lose for spilling the beans, Chrollo confessed. "A task of entering the bar of fools. I know you've heard of it." He gave a lopsided sound of sincerity, "It's only accessible by assassins."

"Pff, well I've never been there. It's top secret and only few know of the location."

"Illumi does. You can get the info from him."

"If I go to him, I'll put Gon and the child at risk." Killua was already worried enough about that. So he shot down the brief idea at all, "I'm not doing that. I'm already a threat just being around them." He spoke huskily unable to wrap his mind around ever accepting it, at all.

Not again. Not ever again… Killua wasn't going to act crazy. He was going to keep a cool head and figure this out. And if he couldn't figure this out, he'd find someone (Chrollo) and beat the shit out of them to make himself feel better.

That's right. Take your rage out on other people...

It's their fault.

They made you so angry.

"No risk. None at all. The Phantom Troupe," Chrollo gave a reminder, "We PROTECT EACH OTHER." He sung it out like it was some prideful action worthy to be praised. He sounded more like a tv commercial as he urged, "That's right protection for you, Kalluto, Gon and little one! All for your service in the gang." He finished up spitting the bull like some advertisement on the radio with a way too hyped voice.

Killua rolled his eyes. He configured all of Chrollo's games. Chrollo was trying to draw a bargain. One that was kinda impossible. Since, Killua needed protection from himself—to protect Gon. He needed Gon to gain enough self confidence and be strong enough to protect the baby. What he needed was a whole entire guard squad.

If anything, Chrollo's drive to get him to join only seemed to make Killua more intrigued by the stuff going on. He asked more deeper questions, "What business do you have the bar of fools anyway?"

"Corruption. Absolute boisterous destruction."

"How do you propose?"

"You find the bar of fools… fight Hisoka."

"OH HELL! I was all with ya until I HEARD HISOKA. I'm keeping Gon and my family far far far away from that CRAZY CLOWN BITCH!"

"Fine… fine then just-"

"Why are you trusting me to do some dirty work about Hisoka?"

Slipping his feet up gracefully on the reclining chair, Chrollo restated the obvious, "Hisoka is everyone's enemy. The enemy of my enemy is my friend." He rolled his tongue gracefully, "Gon, Leorio and yourself are my friends."

"What about Kurapika?" Killua challenged knowing all about their history.

"He's a more complex relationship. That's why I kept it simple." Chrollo bragged, "I had to get you two. I knew you both would be much easier to convince.."

At first Killua couldn't tell if Chrollo said that just to agitate and get under his skin. Because Killua was really ready to shout, "What? All that bait you laid for us? You made us walk right into this." At the top of his lungs. Still once more he was willing to hold back.

It was strange but interesting how Chrollo could hold and carry a conversation. Despite all the need to outburst Killua felt he could not speak them into existence. It was almost a warning from each face Chrollo made to not over step the unspoken line in the sand because there was only so much stupidity able to be handled at once.

Killua grit his teeth recalling how no doubt they'd been set up. It wasn't like he was expecting anything much better from a thug lord. "I have no need for me to fancy you." He huffed, shoving his hands into his pockets. "I'm not anything, but upset with you. I hate people like you. People who take advantage of others and try to boss them around. That's the main reason I hate the Hunter's association."

"Pff… no it's not." Chrollo scoffed knowing better than to believe such a bluff. His eyes shined as he instructed, "Come now, speak to me the truth. I at least deserve that, don't I? We're not so different… are we?"

"Well…" Killua was prepared to restate all the very obvious differences about them. Mostly number one on his list being how firmly he believed that Chrollo was a crazy fuck, with no heart and only loyalty to his crew. Instead Killua took the safe route rolling his eyes, "It doesn't matter what we have in common. Our goals aren't the same."

"I beg to differ. We're both wanted men." Chrollo stated emotionless, "We both want to live our lives happily away from the cops, right?" The black haired male leaned forward observing how Killua seemed to shrink back surprised that he had seen through him.

Killua held his breath, for a quick second. He toned down the path of electricity running wild through him. Almost trying to take in all this inconsideration. Still his heart remained empty of pity when it came to suggesting any forgiveness of Chrollo.

He was mad.

Chrollo knew how to build off this as he chuckled, "What makes us different doesn't overthrow what makes us human. We're all just trying to survive out here."

Through his taunting eyes he witnessed an almost shift in Killua's stance. It was still bold and fight ready, yet also too relaxing.

Killua seemed conflicted as if battling down all the words he wanted to say; ones unable to be said. His face became a bit lost as his eyebrows closed in more tightly together, his eyes growing foggy. On his toes he rocked back and forth a bit.

Chrollo didn't like how Killua was keeping his lips sealed. The thug needed answers, not never ending waves of absolute silence.

Testing to see if speaking this would strike a nerve, Chrollo hummed, "You only get hurt trying to protect people." He gave a nod at Killua with a smile lingering on his pink lips. "You know that better than anyone else. Don't you? Each time you try to help Gon. It ALWAYS backfires."

'Just like now.' Killua's brain informed him of this relevant fact, 'Gon is in one of those rooms worried his ass off about something you did trying to help him. Gon is worried about the child… YOUR child.'

"No! YOU LIAR!" Killua thundered out. He didn't know if he was talking to himself or Chrollo. All Killua could do was throw his hands up, as he found himself saying, "If someone falls you prop them back up." His blue orbs darted over to the older man. "That's what happens between Gon and I. I love my sunshine! He's never done anything bad in his life and he doesn't deserve to end up like…. like…"

"Like what?" Chrollo challenges raising his eyebrows. "Like you? He doesn't deserve to end up, having his hopes and dreams demolished." Then he chuckled darkly, "Oh wait... you mean become a heartless monster? Hehe, you don't want that side of Gon to pour out again. I imagine even if that did happen years ago, you're still horrified."

"I-" Killua felt the words get caught up in his throat. It was like some unknown source had started choking him. Choking and shaking him up to where suddenly the whole entire room seemed to be spinning all around Killua at top speed.

Chrollo pointed directly at Killua. His cool collected expression sending a bad feeling through the air. The vibes were choppy and felt like daggers to cut through to the truth as Chrollo spoke, "There's no denying the sorrow behind those cold blue eyes. It's more than just training. Your parents broke your spirit. So now just like Illumi said, You only hurt others and face the blame of rouge decision making because the beast within you is uncomfortable."

"OH SHUT YOUR SHIT! I-..." Killua found the words get caught up in his throat again. He squealed out, "I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT. It's LEGIT THAT MUCH OF A L—"

"You saw what you wanted in Gon. You love Gon, because of what Gon has. You're envious." Chrollo stated as if it was so clear as day. He flipped his hair sassy listings out, "You love Gon for his smile, his laugh, his happy-go-lucky attitude. That's the Gon you fell in love with. You only love all the parts you fail to have and that you know, YOU'LL NEVER HAVE."

"THAT'S NOT TRUE!" Killua yelled back fiercely. He grabbed his pounding head trying to come to terms with it all. "I love Gon for Gon. Not for anything he..."

"Then why do you get so upset when Gon doesn't listen to you? Why do you have the urge to be controlling? Isn't it obvious?"

"It's… It not… just because my parents…"

"Your parents stole away all your joy. They stole that little excited once cheerful child within you, Killua. And Gon offered you a way to get it back. Your mind says you love Gon, because of how Gon makes you feel when you see him. When you see Gon's smile, it reminds you… that YOU CAN SMILE. But deep down you know..."

Killua swallowed a lump in his throat admitting, "It will never be the same." He murmured more softly, "Water is ever really the same after its been soiled."

Chrollo pointed at himself proclaiming, "Just like me." He snickered lowly as the paced around Killua sizing him up. "Love is temporary, power is forever." His eyes cut a hole right through Killua's heart as narrowed them. "Your parents made sure you understood that above anything else."

That was the true horror, of Chrollo Lucifer. He knew how to find everyone's strength and weaknesses just to exploit them. It gave him the upper hand in any given situation to swing it over into his advantage.

The true thrill for him, was really watching how the realization dawned on Killua's face. It seemed like a storm was passing over it. The white haired male trembling his mouth hanging open as his head spun at this stunning discovery of himself.

Killua didn't want to believe that Chrollo was right. Yet the more he tried hard not to think and focus on it, the more he fought himself sinking into belief that it might be true.

"We cannot deny the love that burns deep within us for each other." Killua sputtered out like a broken faucet. Still ensuring that he made clear of his 'love' for Gon.

Killua really did love Gon. He did with his whole entire heart.

"What you love, isn't really Gon is it? If you loved him, you wouldn't have tried to kill yourself. But even you knew, that anything materialistic could be lost but your self-proclaimed love could be felt forever even in death." Chrollo pointed this out basically silencing Killua's whole entire counter argument.

"I… I never look at Gon that way!" Killua started to plead. "I —Just I want the best for Gon. I didn't mean… I.." Killua voice broke holding down a cry as sadness swept over him of what his longing had actually done. "Didn't mean to get him pregnant! It was a mistake! All of it! I just wanted Gon to be mine. I want what he has...and.. and.."

"That lil spunk of yours growing in Gon is the cost of greed. You planted it in there, and your actions won't go unpunished, Killua." Chrollo clicked his tongue. "Nobody's actions does." He paused for a second, "Not that you actually have any shame. Not that you haven't lied your ass off already about it."

"No, it's only because my parents… if they find out.. if I cannot keep Gon happy… if…"

"If you fail?"

Killua felt tears start to fall from his eyes as he confirmed, "If I fail…." His voice tampered down heavy with grief. He hung his head as his poofy white hair covered his expression, "This perfect facade I put up around myself becomes useless. I'll snap. I'll probably go full on psychotic… unable to control myself."

Chrollo's smirk grew more dastardly as he rose to his feet. He cheered, "Yes! Killua, I think you've finally put together the puzzle. The real question is what are you gonna do to keep it all together?"

Slowly Killua started nodding his head. "I will keep Gon by my side of course. We can be happy… shared happiness. I'LL FIX HIM. I'll fully fulfill Gon!" A bright idea struck him, "Gon wants to be on tv after all. I'm gonna make us stars!"

Killua knew Gon belonged next to him. He wouldn't have it any other way.

"What plan do you suppose this is possible from?"

"I don't know. But I'll make a way… I'll make a way for my family."

"I have connections to Tv producers."

"You do? You… can.. can hook.. us? Hook us up?"

"That's no problem. Just listen and obey everything I say from now on. And have no doubt," A slick satisfied smile came on Chrollo's face as he rose up to come face to face with Killua. "With the Phantom Troupe, you'll get to save your precious sunshine and your lil spunk growing within him."

Killua and Chrollo did have that in common. They could fake anything like a professional actor.

It was easy to ACT.

It was harder to step out from behind the mask, and reveal the truth to people. Mostly because the truth sucked. The truth sucked and smelled like an ass after taking a shit. Which was why nobody wanted it.

Killua had learned very early on in life that most people wanted, fabrications.

FABRICATIONS: To disguise the truth rather than abolish it altogether.

Chrollo offered out his hand temptingly waiting for Killua to agree with him.

Boldly his hands hung out there, his eyes seemed innocent enough if they weren't so locked into reading Killua's every move.

It was pure greed that drove Killua to agree. No hesitation filled him because hope and want kicked any second guesses out the equation. He hastily took up Chrollo's offer, their hands meeting like a evil transaction of power occurred. Killua swore he saw lighting crackle and lock around their hands. It was like a sealed covenant between them, ensuring neither one of them broke their end of the deal.

"Sunrise. At the crack of dawn, you and Gon come here." Chrollo offered a time and place for them to meet up.

"Remember to fire Kalluto as well." Killua reminded him, confirming the deal. His blue eyes turning almost lifeless as his mind came to the conclusion that nothing else really mattered if Gon didn't get to be with him.

Killua was literally freely giving himself up to the greed…

'Lucifer was an angel before he became the devil. That's how he knows what people want and think. Why he's such a good manipulator…' Because here Chrollo Lucifer was….The devil in human flesh~ that Killua had just made a deal with.