"You're such a help," Chrollo joked, walking into the grand room. It was a theater that held a wide stage and royal blue curtains. The chandeliers that decorated the room were tasteful in their arrangement.
Jun laughed, "What are two Specialists gonna do? Besides, I'm not fighting until I do what needs to be done."
"Right," he responded. "Are you sure you're not afraid?"
"It's the only thing that's been on my mind," the two were now standing on the stage, with Jun seating herself on the edge. "I haven't thought about anything else."
Chrollo nodded, "You're sitting this one out too, then?"
"Mhm." Jun was adjusting her shirt until she felt the presence of two other people.
"You're too easy with them." Jun said, referring to how open Chrollo left himself to be found. She took the fortune Neon wrote for her out of her suit pocket and ran her finger over the folded paper.
Chrollo's eyes were set dead ahead, "I want this to be quick."
The doors opened and in walked the familial duo; both with icy expressions on their faces. Chrollo's mind was instantly filled with memories of yesteryear and none of them good. Jun cracked a smile at the son and almost couldn't hold back her laughter; he certainly was walking upright.
"Never known assassins to be late!" Jun chimed. "How's your back, Silva?"
Silva ignored her and kept his eyes on the two of them; remembering the nuisance that was his fight with Jun.
"Here we are again." Chrollo said.
Silva broke his silence, "You remember, huh?"
"You killed a member."
"It was tough." Silva looked over at Jun, "That one was another story."
Jun smiled, "I didn't even do anything."
"Exactly." Silva grumbled.
The father and son began to walk towards the two, "Careful, old man. He can copy techniques."
Chrollo jumped down to meet them his pace slow and deliberate.
"You," Zeno looked over at Jun, "you're not fighting?"
Jun shook her head, "You'll have a hard enough time fighting him as it is."
"Even so," Zeno nodded, "we'll kill you after."
"Just get on with it!" Jun gestured with her hand, "Places to be."
Chrollo laughed to himself at Jun's antics and the fight began.
The three of them seemed to disappear; Chrollo jumped back and the two attacked him immediately. He dodged a misdirection hit from Silva and an array of strikes from Zeno. However, he managed to hit Chrollo, if only on his cheek.
Grandpa's quick, Jun thought, putting Neon's fortune in her pant's pocket.
Silva snuck up with an attack from behind that Chrollo easily blocked, but Zeno's burst of aura caught him off guard. It destroyed part of the floor and sent the young man across the floor, recovering in a somersault.
Silva's always so offensive, Jun observed. She watched as he dived towards the ground, landing with a boom in the spot Chrollo was previously. Chrollo unsheathed a knife and dashed towards the long-haired menace, slicing him.
Chrollo heaved a sigh and Jun kicked her feet to and fro, A bit winded? She thought. Chrollo's aura flared suddenly and Zeno mimicked him, however Chrollo activated his Bandit's Secret ability and summoned Owl's shroud. Zeno stopped in his tracks and formed a Nen dragon. The dragon darted towards Chrollo and after he dodged it, the creature nicked him in his side. The battle soon enough turned into a game of cat and mouse.
"That's pretty cool..." Jun muttered, watching the dragon as it bobbed and weaved, chasing Chrollo around the room. I don't think I'd win against grandpa in a fight, she thought, picturing the fight in her head. She was snapped out of it when she saw Chrollo pinned to the wall, Zeno landing a barrage of blocked punches. They were a hop, skip and a jump away from her and for a moment, she wondered if she should move away from the nearing combatants. Ultimately she decided not to move.
"Kill him! Now!" Zeno shouted.
Silva summoned two giant spheres of Nen and after bringing them together, he launched them towards the leader, not minding if Jun was caught up into the mix. The floor beneath them all collapsed and it was a free fall into the next floor down.
"Woah!" Jun exclaimed. She'd braced for impact as the floor was sure to be coming up soon; she landed with a satisfying thump and fell in between the rubble. "Ouch." She mumbled, lifting a slab off of her and saw Silva standing away from the mess he made on the phone.
"Jun!"
She looked over to see Chrollo coming out of the destruction. "Yeah?"
"Just checking to see if you're still with me."
"Yeah… my jackets not." She threw off the ripped and dusty garment, "Sucks… I really liked the look."
Zeno tossed a piece of the rubble aside, "Seems we all get to see another day."
"Told ya so," Jun taunted, dusting off the front of her shirt.
"Why? You're supposed to kill us." Chrollo said.
"The 10 Dons hired us and now they're dead, you two aren't our targets anymore."
Chrollo smirked and stood up, shaking the debris off his clothes. "Huh. Weird. You won't get another chance to fight me. Why not take it?"
"Do you think we kill for pleasure?" Zeno asked. "This isn't a hobby."
"Did you know I hired Illumi to kill the Ten Dons?" Chrollo's eyes held a mischievous gleam.
Zeno turned to leave, "Naturally, but that doesn't matter. We do the job we're hired to do."
"Alright," Chrollo resolved. "One question: if you and I fought one-on-one, who'd win?"
"I'd win, unless you put forth the effort to kill me." Zeno replied.
Jun noticed the assassins were about to make their departure and caught them both before they could go.
"Hey!" They turned to face her.
Zeno raised an eyebrow while Silva was the only one to reply, "What?"
"You haven't changed at all, y'know that?" Jun put a string of hair behind her ear, "Maybe switch up your fighting style. It's too offensive."
Silva shut his eyes in annoyance, "Ask your last question and be done with it."
"Who put that contract on me?" Jun had theories about the contract, for years she thought it was her oldest brother and for awhile she even thought it was her older sister; the youngest brother Shinjiro never crossed her mind. She still wasn't entirely sure however.
"I don't remember." Silva answered, lightening up on his delivery.
Jun stood with an arm akimbo, "Is there a way I could find out? You guys are assassins, so I'd think you'd have a database… or something."
"Take it as a sign." Silva replied, walking off with his father.
After they left, Jun walked over to Chrollo and sat down next to him. He fell back on the ground, letting out an enormous sigh.
"What is it?"
"I didn't get to steal their powers!"
Jun chuckled, "Maybe next time."
"I hope their isn't a next time, honest." His eyes rolled over to her. "Did you ever finish reading your fortune?"
"No," she bit her lip, "I don't like things like that. I was told they're blasphemous."
"I've read the same." Chrollo sat up and scooted in front of her. "But then, why'd you keep it?"
Jun looked around in confusion, "What makes you think I still have it?"
He pointed to her pocket and sure enough there was a piece of paper sticking out. "Can I read it?"
"I'll tell you the three lines I remember." She stuffed the paper further down in her pocket and recited them to him.
Chrollo cocked his head to the side, "Huh. The first line is something that's already happened… either that's a use of personification or 'Purity' stands for someone." Chrollo bit a finger nail, "That second part definitely relates to you and Zenji… I don't get the Gemini-twin thing."
"Neither do I," Jun admitted. "I haven't given any thought to any of it, actually. I didn't wanna think about what's going to happen later."
"It's the only way."
Jun leaned back on her hands, "But is it?" She shook her head, "You're right… it's just… hm."
"What?"
"What if I kill him and realize it's not worth it?"
Chrollo couldn't answer her question. "That's tough."
"Everything happens for a reason, right?" Jun was beginning to feel a distance between them and it was her subconsciously building the wall up. "If I… hadn't gotten sol—"
"That's just theory." He cut across. There wasn't any ire in his action, but it didn't stop Jun from interpreting it that way.
She gave a mirthless smile, "Right."