A/N: So I've actually returned before the end of the projected hiatus I mentioned when I loaded the previous chapter, but due to more unforeseen and unfortunate circumstances, I am unable to continue the RP that has been fueling RoF for almost it's entirety, which has forced me to remove it permanently from it's living fic status. Plans on how to continue the storyline's connecting plots to the main plotline are being worked out, so RoF will be able to proceed from here uninterrupted. My original intention was to test writing a full, complete story that was derived from an entire RP storyline, but considering recent hitch-ups in continuing it, finishing RoF via that method now is not feasible.

Worry not as RoF's main plotline has been decided from before day one and most of the interconnecting minor events were the things being RP'd out, so there will be no further delays in keeping the fic moving unless RL instances designate otherwise.

That aside, the chapter people have been waiting for is finally here. :) It's finally come time for Kurapika to fice the Genei Ryodan once more that will ultimately decide his fate and chosen path in life.

And as always, a big thank you to Sweets Dreamer for betaing this chapter. ❤️❤️❤️

Summary: Kurapika finally comes to stand before the one thing that used to plague his nightmares. As he faces the feared Genei Ryodan once more, will he be able to prove it to them along with himself that he is finally ready to set aside their differences and become apart of them?


It was the very beginnings of dawn when their flight landed in Yorknew. Chrollo didn't know why, but he felt a sense of apprehension along with a brief feel of nostalgia wash over him, especially as he and Kurapika exited the blimp and into the airport.

To him, it was strange returning to the place where so much happened. Of course, not all of it stuck out as regretful or nonplusing to him, and there were still aspects of the little stunt he performed with his Spiders that he held no remorse for. But there was a certain level of repentance he felt in light of the ensuing aftermath. More so, for how it ultimately affected Kurapika.

It was a fact that was impossible to ignore, and even then, the ramifications of his decisions still pained him. Chrollo hated what it had done to his lover.

They traveled in silence, Kurapika at his side as he continued to lead the younger man from the boarding gate. Since they had no luggage, it was one less instance delaying them as they passed through security, even though it took them longer than it did in Falton. The mafia had increased security since the auction fiasco last year, which didn't entirely surprise Chrollo. Regardless if he and Kurapika were wanted men, they were both adept and skilled Nen users which increased their chances daily.

He felt Kurapika stir at his side the moment they exited the checkpoint, and he placed a hand on the Kurta's shoulder for reassurance. Vibrant blue eyes regarded him, and Chrollo only smiled.

Kurapika regarded the older man inquisitively although he knew Chrollo was attempting to remain positive on his account. One thing he was grateful for was how fortunate neither one of them had been recognized since arriving. Chrollo especially. Kurapika had to cinch his breath every time they had to pass any kind of security checkpoint, but the fact they were in Yorknew City of all places, it unnerved Kurapika that their cover could potentially be blown considering just how high profile his lover was. Still, he tried to retain faith they would get through their time in the stone jungle without a hitch.

It was a bit of a relief when they exited the airport and out into the main thoroughfare. Even Chrollo appeared to relax despite the tension in his shoulders. The weather served as a distraction since the air was dry and arid, which caused him to twitch, reminding him of an all too familiar sensation his homeland had etched into his skin.

The distance was short, and Chrollo wasted no time dragging Kurapika into the nearest coffee shop which had just opened and casually led his lover to an empty table.

Only one worker looked to be staffing the shop while she was dusting off the displays near the front of the place. Chrollo pulled out one of the chairs for Kurapika to sit in then sat down himself. The younger man was still donning his brown hued cloak, and frankly, Kurapika looked stunning while wearing it.

No matter what the blond wore, Chrollo always thought he looked striking.

"Kurapika looks even good with nothing on at all," the more perverse part of his brain reminded him.

Shaking the thought from his mind, Chrollo turned to face the barista once she approached their table. He could see Kurapika had raised an eyebrow at his sudden change in demeanor and grinned as a result. Chrollo was sure the younger man may have suspected he was up to something, but Kurapika said nothing.

Chrollo was silently grateful Kurapika couldn't read minds, or else he would have likely ended up dead.

"Can I get you gentleman, anything?" A delicate voice called to them, and Kurapika faced her. It took him a moment to decide on what he wanted to order as Kurapika kept eyeing his lover to see if the older man would try anything funny but finally settled on his choice.

"Black coffee, please." Kurapika intoned. He really needed the caffeine and decisively figured on sweetening it himself. She nodded and turned towards Chrollo, who ordered the same but with ample cream and sugar. Kurapika was not surprised.

When the barista walked off to fill their orders, Chrollo reached into the pocket of his coat and retrieved his cellphone. He quickly typed a message to Shalnark.

Today at 6:15 am: We are here.

After ten minutes, his phone buzzed, indicating his comrade had responded.

Today at 6:26 am: I'm coming with Machi, Feitan, and Phinks.

Odd, Chrollo thought. If Shalnark had yet to arrive, it was safe to assume the others were still en route as well. He tapped his finger thoughtfully on the table before sending one last message.

Today at 6:29 am: Meet up at base three in two hours.

He placed the phone back into his pocket, and his gaze landed on Kurapika who appeared to be watching him intently again. Before his beautiful lover could say anything, the girl returned with their coffee and placed a porcelain mug down in front of them. Chrollo smiled at her before she bowed and sauntered off.

"How are you feeling?" He quickly asked Kurapika to detour the blond from quipping at him for how he acted towards the barista as Chrollo could tell that would have been the case from the look in those blue eyes. Kurapika simply frowned and proceeded to flavor his coffee.

"I'm just a little uneasy," He commented, though Kurapika retained a hold on his composure. He had to all considering. "Though don't worry, I will be fine." It was taxing as he had found that walking into the unknown was not only difficult but distressing as well. Many times in the past, Kurapika had the resolve and courage to face anything head on without thought or care. Now, with the situation in reverse, Kurapika realized that he wasn't as prepared like he would have wanted to be. He picked up his spoon and stirred his coffee. "So," Kurapika began and released the breath he did not realize he held, "when and where are we meeting with the rest of your Spiders?"

The whole time Chrollo had been watching him, and he could see the curiosity, yet, concern waver behind those gorgeous grey eyes. A smile slid over his lips, and the older man took a sip from his cup, "You will see." Chrollo replied simply. The warmth of the coffee helped to distract him from the upcoming events, but as the caffeine slowly got into his system did he begin to feel better about the prospects of the day.

Remaining confident was something Chrollo felt he must do, if not only himself, for Kurapika's sake as well. The last thing he wanted was for his lover to lose his zeal. He really was impressed and thrilled with the younger man's determination. It reminded him that they were in the very same city where they had first laid their eyes on each other. Chrollo didn't want to let that fire burn out.

Gaining his Spider's trust would not be easy, Chrollo understood that and so did Kurapika. In the end, they would have to accept the Kurta. If they could do so with Hisoka all considering, then it should be the same for Kurapika.

"Is it that much of a secret you can't just tell me now?" His lover questioned, and Chrollo smiled even more. Of course, it was plain as day that Kurapika looked more annoyed than surprised by the lack of information he was provided, but the idealism didn't stop Chrollo.

Again, he took another draw from the contents in his mug as he watched Kurapika over the rim. It was hard concealing his own worries as Chrollo was still uncertain on how events would play out. "No, it's not, but try to not worry about it." He paused a moment, his expression softening. "You will be okay, love," Chrollo added then put the mug down hoping his words would boost Kurapika's morale. "I know you will."

Still, there was a long road ahead of them. It was a reality Kurapika had accepted a while ago. One thing was for certain - if he and Chrollo were to fortify their relationship and for him to establish a connection with the rest of the Genei Ryodan, then trust was definitely key.

He had no plans on hunting them anymore and would be joining their ranks soon enough.

"I suppose so." Kurapika picked up his cup to take another sip of its contents. The flavor of the coffee he drank was just the way he liked it and went down smooth. Thought it was hard focusing on something other than his frayed nerves, but at least the caffeine helped. As he took comfort in his drink, Kurapika caught sight of his lover's expression from over the rim of his own mug and the concern he saw chiseled into those features tugged at him emotionally. "It's not going to be easy," Kurapika commented, his voice calm, yet resolute, "but I can hold my own, that I can reassure you."

Was it possible Chrollo was troubled by how the Spider's reception of him was going to be? Kurapika was confident none of them would be so accepting of him at first. There was a history between them, after all. Knowing that didn't preclude him from trying still.

Reaching over, Kurapika grasped his lover's hand with his own, squeezing it to confirm his affirmations. Thinking back, he remembered when Chrollo did the very same for him before he unsealed the older man's Nen. Even then, Chrollo had shown him compassion.

It was only fair to return the favor.

The faint smile on Chrollo's lips gradually broadened, and he reacted to Kurapika's touch. His own fingers tightened around the younger man's, and the warmth from the contact was inviting, "I expect no less from you, angel." Chrollo responded and leaned over to kiss his lover on the corner of his mouth.

Almost immediately, Kurapika felt heat suffuse his skin as it rose around his cheeks and without hesitation, he tried to hide it but heard Chrollo chuckle as a result, "Smug asshole." The Kurta quipped.

Sitting back in his chair, Chrollo finished off the remainder of his coffee before placing it back on the table, though his gaze never left Kurapika's. "You know me so well." He jested then winked.

Kurapika could easily pick up on Chrollo's mirth and huffed as a result. He finished off what was left in his own mug then sighed and pulled the cloak he wore tighter around himself. There was no denying he loved Chrollo beyond the expression of mere words, but at times, the older man knew how to irritate him.

Without another word, Chrollo rose from his seat and proceeded to pay the bill. He then gave the serving girl his best smile when he felt Kurapika come up beside him just to poke at his lover once more, then offered his arm for the younger man to take.

It didn't surprise Chrollo in the slightest when he heard Kurapika sniff loudly then mutter something beneath his breath. The anger he saw rising behind those lustrous cerulean eyes spoke of how easily his lover had become irate by his actions. At that moment, Kurapika had debated on scolding Chrollo right then and there, but he refrained and let his frustration simmer. He could never understand why his lover kept up with such absurdity, especially considering they were now a couple.

However, Kurapika dismissed the thought as they exited the shop and headed towards their destination. Neither of them spoke for the majority of their walk, and during that time, he faltered back into his own thoughts. Keeping his mind from wandering over what was to come had proved to be more troublesome than not, and the young blond had to keep reminding himself that he needed to stay mentally steeled.

The chances of the Spiders instantly searching for chinks in his armor were great and showing weakness was not an option. Even if he planned to show his aptitude and value, the failure to remain steadfast was something he couldn't afford to do.

Finding every possible way to stay above the game was the end result. There was no other way. Kurapika had settled on his decisions, and he would follow through with them. He glanced towards Chrollo, who oddly had kept his attention focused forward and Kurapika expelled a heavy breath. The time to face them for a second time was practically upon him, and that notation only became more apparent when the older man had eventually led him down a desolate road before stopping in front of an abandoned mansion that had fallen into subversion long ago.

"This is it," Chrollo spoke casually and shifted to look at Kurapika. His lover cast a fleeting glance his way, but it was clear that Kurapika was still attempting to contend with what was yet to come.

Not wanting to press the issue, Chrollo surveyed the outside of the location. It sported an eerie look, giving it a creepy air. The large, sprawling mansion had been Nobunaga's discovery. Apparently, there had been a property dispute regarding the place. Locals even claimed it was haunted. Luckily it was situated much too close to where the desert blended with the cityscape, so there weren't many houses around. The few there were ended up mostly being used as storage warehouses.

He approached two windows near the rear, the same ones he remembered from studying Shalnark's layout of the mansion and proceeded to pry one of them open with great difficulty. After some time of struggling with the intractable plane of glass, he managed to get it free and proceeded to climb through the opening. He gestured for Kurapika to follow and soon he and the Kurta were standing inside the decrypt place.

Dust coated everything in a thick, crusty layer, and many objects covered in white sheets were situated about the room. There was little to sit on, but that didn't bother Chrollo as he sat down on the floor. He was used to places that had fallen into disrepair - it was something he and his Spiders had grown accustomed to. Abandoned locations were chosen and favored, but he knew it would be something that Kurapika would have to acclimate to as well.

Regardless of how nervous he was, Kurapika decisively sat beside his lover as he peered from beneath the hood of his cloak into the gloom which had descended around the room. To a point, it made his skin crawl. It was even hard to ignore the foul, musty smell that permeated the area.

Visual in the room they were in was practically nil, which only added to Kurapika's growing unease. Such conditions made it convenient for anyone to use to their advantage, which didn't sit too well with him. Kurapika felt vulnerable, and unconsciously, he shifted closer to Chrollo, the gap between them closing entirely.

Sensing the inconsistency in Kurapika's aura along with the sudden feel of him pressing along his side made Chrollo turn his attention instantly towards the younger man. He wound an arm around that lithe waist in hopes of offering his lover some comfort.

Then he quickly retrieved his phone and typed a message to Shalnark - Today at 8:04 am: We have arrived - before placing it back into his pocket.

"Unfortunately, we cannot shower here," Chrollo began and gave Kurapika's hip a pat, "but there is a tap in the alleyway if you would like to wash up."

The sound of Chrollo's voice cutting through the stillness startled Kurapika, but he recomposed himself immediately after that. "A tap?" He uttered, his voice resonating throughout the room. It had been only a short time since they had left Falton and Kurapika already figured neither of them would have the time to shower until they found a place to stay after their meeting with the Genei Ryodan. "It seems rather pointless since there is no way to wash properly using it. Unless you are suggesting it only for washing our hands and faces? Aside from that, I think it can wait until we both find a hotel later." Pausing momentarily, Kurapika turned to face Chrollo, "You are planning on staying at a hotel again tonight, right?"

He swallowed thickly as the concept crossed his mind. Did his lover plan on renting a room for them once everything was said and done, or did he expect them to sleep in the old, abandoned mansion? The very idea perturbed Kurapika.

Chrollo tightened his grip on Kurapika's waist, and his lips peeled into a smug grin. He found it rather amusing that his lover would think such a thing. As if Kurapika wasn't aware of just how possessive he was. The suggestion alone made him chuckle. Gingerly, his nose found its way into soft, golden locks, "It's rather presumptuous of you to think I would allow you to wash anything but your face and hands outside in public," Chrollo muttered and he kissed the blond's temple, "I won't risk the chance of anyone seeing you naked." With that said, he added, "Don't worry, I plan for us to be alone once we are done here." And winked.

Groaning, Kurapika rolled his eyes at Chrollo's statement, but he wasn't surprised all considering. In the time he spent around the older man, one thing Kurapika learned was just how covetous and protective he was. The very thought didn't exasperate Kurapika anymore like it once did. There still were times where Chrollo was known for taking his ambitions further than he should, but Kurapika no longer found the need to chastise his lover anymore for it.

As expected, the response garnered made that grin expand across his visage, but the lack of verbal retort told Chrollo that his lover had conformed to the idealism without resistance. It was pleasing to know just how malleable Kurapika was becoming as getting the younger man to fall into his new way of life was an objective Chrollo had for some time. He never thought Kurapika would have ever been so willing, but it made him satisfied nonetheless.

The sudden change of pressure in the air along with the impending flow of aura caused Chrollo to straighten, and he could tell the first members of his Troupe had arrived. He straightened his back but kept his arm firm around Kurapika.

It was something that didn't even escape Kurapika's notice either, and he stiffened as a result. The surges were strong, powerful, but also intimidating. An underlying sense of bloodlust leaked into the air which caused Kurapika to heighten his defenses, yet he had no gumption to conceal his own aura signature. Although doing so, he was quite certain the others quickly picked up on it regardless.

Time seemed to stand still, and the silence in the room along with the ominous feeling in the air made Kurapika's hackles arise. He could also tell that Chrollo had become immobile. As the auras drew closer, the pressure around them grew more substantial, and the silhouettes of human forms finally came into view.

"Hello, Danchou!" A cheery voice emulated as a young man with blond hair appeared. His smile faded once his eyes landed on Kurapika.

Instantly, Kurapika recognized the other blond as the same person who had been assisting them during their excursion to find the Scarlet Eyes. Briefly, the pressure in the air seemed to intensify then ebbed away as quickly as it came and he was sure the animus wavering off the other man was making itself known.

"Danchou," came the resonation of multiple voices in unison as several people slid out of the darkness at once. There were only a scant few Kurapika recognized from his encounter with them during his first time in Yorknew. For Chrollo, however, he was able to efficiently discern his group as they individually appeared in the room.

Franklin was the easiest one to see despite the dim lighting. Next was Machi due to her pink hair. He almost didn't recognize Shizuku as she was partially shrouded behind the others, but his En made it simple for him to pick up on her aura.

All of their eyes were fixed solidly on Kurapika, and he was sure his lover was feeling the weight of their stares.

"I will explain," he commented and kept his own eyes on Shizuku since she was the only one who sported a curious expression rather than one of loathing. "Let's wait for the others first."

Just the way he sounded amazed even him. In no way did he remotely seem like the leader of the Genei Ryodan and more like a man who was desperately clinging to a lifeline.

The very aspect made Chrollo wonder if he was losing his structure and finesse, but when it boiled down to it, he had never felt more delighted in his life. It was the same feeling he experienced when acquiring a rare artifact or an exquisite piece of art. However, with Kurapika, it was different. There was something about his lover that permanently altered his life, and it gave him a sense of importance and belonging.

Granted, he had a semblance of that among his spiders, but none of it could amount to exactly what Kurapika could give him.

Progressively, more Ryodan members filtered in. The room remained oddly silent, but nobody tried to break it. The weight was poignant, and it left Kurapika with unease and a sense of dread. Chrollo's arm remained securely around him, and it gave the young Kurta some amount of comfort, but the calculating and questioning stares he received only made him more anxious.

Eventually, a man with no eyebrows entered the room and instantly began shouting curses along with the words "Chain User," but quickly fell quiet when Machi shot him a look of warning. Proceeding him was a short man clad in ebon clothing and a mask that covered the bottom of his face who appeared stoic. After taking a seat next to the eyebrowless man who seemed to be mutinous, he cast his own glare towards Kurapika while he also waited for the rest to arrive.

Finally, the last three to join them was a tall, lanky man covered in bandages, a stout youth with long, shaggy hair that covered the entirety of his face with the exception of one eye and a child who Kurapika quickly recognized from his time on Kukuroo Mountain when he, Gon and Leorio went after Killua. Immediately the question of why one of the Zoldycks was among them popped into his mind, but he settled on asking about it later.

Once everyone took their seats, Kurapika mentally counted everyone present, yet from his memory of how many Ryodan were left, including the young Zoldyck child, one still seemed to be missing. But he immediately dismissed it, figuring it was possible the remaining member was either late or maybe on a mission.

An awkward silence descended around the room as it grew pin-drop quiet and Kurapika drew in a sharp breath as he attempted to calm his rapidly beating heart. He resisted the temptation to thread his fingers through Chrollo's as the older man turned slightly to look at him. There was reassurance behind those grey, and he knew Chrollo was behind him the entire step of the way.

It was apparent that Kurapika was nervous and probably feeling like an animal caught in a den full of predators, but his lover wasn't the only one feeling the pressure. He knew how his Spiders were, so there was no real way for him to blame Kurapika.

The quiet seemed to stretch on into infinity, but Chrollo didn't bother to break it. Everyone continued to stare at him and Kurapika, so it was a temporary relief when a sudden, boisterous voice echoed throughout the room.

Unlike the rest of the Spiders, Nobunaga never failed to make his presence known. The man moved as if he were in a crowded place, and they could practically hear his cursing from a mile away. Obviously, he was in a terrible mood, and Chrollo was confident Kurapika's presence would set the man off.

He felt Kurapika shift beside him as his lover's attention instantly snapped towards the direction of the sound. For a split second, he was sure those eyes were glowing a haunting, icy blue.

Soon the image of a tall, spry man wearing a topknot and carrying katana entered the area then came into view, annoyance etched over his features.

"Sorry Danchou," Nobunaga's gruff voice reached everyone's ears, "I was being followed. Took a while to shake them off." He grumped before continuing, "I am not the la…" and the instant Nobunaga moved into view, he abruptly stopped which made Chrollo stand up wordlessly as the man started sputtering.

Nobunaga pointed a finger in Kurapika's direction, and his eyes nearly bulged from their sockets, "What the hell is he doing here?!" It was then as if a spell had been broken.

"Can we kill him?"

"Do we sell him off?"

"Are we going to use him?"

"Danchou?"

Chrollo could feel the strain mounting in his temples, and he raised a hand, "Enough." He commanded, and silence resumed again despite he could still hear Nobunaga spluttering in sheer disbelief. "It's not what you think, he is actually our new number eleven." He nodded in Kurapika's direction, indicating for him to stand. "He has agreed to join us after much deliberation."

The protests which erupted almost instantly caused Chrollo to groan, and he felt the onset of a migraine. Usually, he knew how to keep them from going into complete tirades, but this was an entirely different scenario. He had to close his eyes for a split second as the words "are you crazy Danchou?" echoed in his ears.

Watching the discourse had grated on Kurapika's nerves, and he could tell that it was causing Chrollo similar aggravation, even though his lover didn't outwardly show it.

He stood erect at Chrollo's indication and lowered the hood on his cloak, gaze firm and resolve unshaken.

"He is telling the truth," Kurapika finally spoke, voice steady, firm, confident and will edging his words, "I have decided to join the Genei Ryodan." For a moment, he allowed his icy blue eyes to survey the group before him, even the one clothed as a Samurai who still seemed to be uttering curses despite the rest had fallen silent. "I do not expect any of you to believe me, and I already know all of you have an unfavorable opinion of me, but regardless, I no longer have a reason or the desire to seek your demise. In truth, I made a solemn vow to Chrollo to never raise my chains against any of you." He paused a moment, gauging the differing reactions from shock to disbelief. Again, it was something to be expected, "I have made these choices even in light of everything that has happened."

After the last word spoken had passed his lips, Kurapika continued to observe the group before him, and the curt expressions he received didn't amaze him in the least. Some held looks of astoundment, while others looked outraged. Only those who never really held any animosity towards him seemed genuinely curious.

Huffing indignantly, Kurapika stepped back and let his gaze travel towards Chrollo. If he continued on, the Kurta was sure his annoyance would become more prevalent than he wanted it to be.

After he returned to Chrollo's side, Kurapika nodded for his lover to take over.

This time, the Genei Ryodan leader sat down after his eyes locked with Kurapika's, and once again turned to face those before him. Composure washed over him, and Chrollo allowed his usual cursory nature to show. The look in his eyes became unreadable.

"I can vouch for his sincerity in this case," His voice resonated while staying nonchalant. Despite the firmness and command he held, Chrollo kept what he was about to say critical. Getting the point across was vital.

Before he could continue, Nobunaga's words cut through the silence harshly and interrupted him.

"Have you forgotten what he has done, Chrollo?"

Hearing such an egregious statement vexed him, but Chrollo didn't allow his annoyance to show. Instead, he let his gaze to land on his longtime friend despite the flippant use of his name. It wasn't the first time Nobunaga had done so without addressing him as 'Danchou.' The last time had been when they were in Yorknew as well. He tilted his head inquisitively.

"I haven't," Chrollo affirmed. "Neither have I forgotten what Hisoka did to us." He turned to face the rest of the Spiders. "Kurapika has rightfully earned his place among us. You all know our rules for when someone kills our members." He knew it was a low blow for both Kurapika and the Genei Ryodan, but it was one of the most essential points. "If you are worried about him wanting to kill us still, he was the one who removed the Nen bind from my heart."

A noticeable silence fell over all of them once more at his last statement.

It was succinct, but Kurapika let everything which transpired to seep in. The blond took the time to process Chrollo's words, but also the man dressed as a Samurai's impetuous response. His lips had formed a thin line as a fading wave of irritation flared within him but quickly dissipated after that. The comment was indeed something Kurapika hadn't expected.

Truthfully, he had been aware of the primary way people were initiated into the Genei Ryodan, but it wasn't exactly how he wanted to join.

However, Kurapika thought he could have heard a pin drop if it wasn't for the sound of the Nobunaga's incessant muttering. The rest of the Spiders ceased their outburst the moment Chrollo divulged he was the one who removed his own Nen binding from the older man's heart.

It was something else that he figured they also might not believe.

Then again, why the Ryodan would think their leader would have any reason to lie to them was anyone's guess. Kurapika found it beyond comprehension.

"That statement is also true," Kurapika spoke up once more, using the silence to his advantage, "I was the one who removed the binding from his heart. If such weren't true, then he would not be standing before all of you now." He breathed slowly. "If you also remember, one of the restrictions I had initially placed was forbidding him to have contact with any of you lest he wished to die." Each word, the tone of his voice, all of it dripped with genuine sincerity. Keeping the vexation out of his statement was difficult, and Kurapika knew that proving himself to the Genei Ryodan would be a long, grueling process, but he hoped at some point to abolish their unwavering animosity. "It is obvious that everything said is nothing short of the truth, but I am prepared to prove it to you if necessary." Kurapika finalized, letting the weight of his words sink in.

He was prepared to do whatever was necessary to prove his honesty and show his worth. It was what his family wanted. To live, to carry on, Kurapika would honor their wish, and he would continue their legacy.

Even after Kurapika had fallen quiet again, the impact of his confession held their tongues as there was a considerable amount of time before anyone made the motion to break the silence. At first, he thought the merit of his statement may have sunk in enough to alter some opinions, even Chrollo looked analytical as he watched the reactions made. However, that theory was quickly disproven.

"Danchou, why did he agree to it? The Chain User seemed content with cutting off the head of the Spiders," The woman with pink hair asked, her eyebrows drawn together.

"Because Danchou has been helping him find the Scarlet Eyes."

Everyone turned instantly to look at Shalnark, who seemed to be the one to answer the woman's question. It was then Shalnark realized he said more than he should have. A hand came over his mouth as a result.

The look which crossed over Nobunaga's visage made Chrollo feel a little sorry for his comrade as the accusation in those eyes seemed like he felt betrayed by Shalnark. What really struck him though was the fact the woman - Machi - looked absolutely flabbergasted. It was a reaction Chrollo never saw in his life but was amused by it nonetheless.

"I asked for his help a few months back," Chrollo informed them. It was that exact moment Nobunaga found his voice.

"So, you have been in contact with Danchou all this time?" He accused, attention focused on the blond-headed spider.

Shalnark timidly nodded and said, "He asked me not to tell anyone."

"Because the judgment chain was still pointing at my heart." Chrollo supplied. "You all would have come rushing at me." He held out his palm in Kurapika's direction. "I needed to be alone with him."

Nobunaga still looked vexed, the fire raging behind his dark eyes was nothing short of poisonous, but his jaw instantly fell shut when another Spider, the one clad in sable robes with a mask covering the lower part of his face leaped from his perch and strode before the others.

It was apparent the short man's patience was wearing thin.

"Alright, that's enough," he began, voice low and menacing. "He says he can prove his loyalty to us. How, exactly will he be doing that?"

This time, Kurapika didn't hesitate to address the inquiry. At the current rate they were going, neither he nor the Spiders would reach anything conclusive and would end up perpetually beating the situation with no end.

It was true that none of them knew the full extent of the circumstance between him and Chrollo as his lover only told them half the truth. Granted, Chrollo did need to be alone with him, but not solely because his Judgement Chain was still around the older man's heart, but due to the fact, things changed between them since the day he went after Chrollo.

"Well first," Kurapika began, his eyes never wavering from the short man's, "I plan to get the Spider tattooed onto my body as part of my agreement in joining." He paused and breathed as he attempted to steady himself despite the tension in the room, "Second, to ease any concern of my Chain Jail still being a threat to the Spiders, I plan to place it into a sort of stasis, thus rendering it useless." With that, Kurapika took the necessary time to allow his statement to be processed, hoping the profession would hold enough merit. He then broke eye contact with the man known as Feitan and shifted his attention back to Chrollo as he gravitated closer to his lover, "Also, there is more you do not know." The blond concluded.

As if on cue, Kurapika felt Chrollo's arms slid around him once more, and he felt the older man's breath over his skin as he was pulled close. The sensation made Kurapika tremble.

"Yes, as a matter of fact," Chrollo began and tightened his hold around Kurapika, keeping the younger man firmly against his side, "We are lovers now."

Finally, the integrity behind his connection to Kurapika was revealed, and Chrollo felt as if a huge weight had been lifted. Not once did he think it would have been difficult in vocalizing the fact he now desired the sole remaining Kurta in the world as a partner instead of possessing him, but in spite of it, the notion was a relief.

But that relief was short lived as the reception from his Spiders was far from well received. Chrollo really thought he knew his comrades better then he knew himself, but what he saw following his statement disproved that notion entirely.

The way a few of them jumped into action surprised him, but Chrollo also felt a sense of pride swell in his chest as well. Machi and Feitan were the first to reach him with their auras flaring as threads and sword were brandished. Their advancement was clearly directed at Kurapika, and he noticed his lover stiffen by the pressure in the air alone. He knew Kurapika didn't wish to fight them as it would instantly discount his attempt to validate his worth, so Chrollo stepped in front of the Kurta.

Although his attempt to dissuade them only temporarily halted their movements and the fact they dispersed to circumvent his block by coming at his sides caused Chrollo to react suddenly by teleporting across the room with the younger man in tow.

Everything moved in slow motion, and all Kurapika could register was being dragged away to the far end of the room after his lover had teleported them quickly out of the way of a violent onslaught.

It all happened in a flash as mania descended around the room, and he barely had any time to react as the moment his feet touched the floor, two more Spiders were coming at him. Kurapika ducked to the side as the one without eyebrows aimed a fist towards his face and the sound of tinkling echoed around him as he instinctively summoned his chains. The punch narrowly missed him as the man struck the wall directly behind him.

Mortar and sheetrock sprayed into air around them as Kurapika quickly moved away to avoid a second attack from the man as taut threads soon blocked his path. Kurapika noticed the woman with pink hair glaring at him, and she motioned for her threads to lunge towards him, but Kurapika evaded them by launching his Dowsing Chain in their direction to dispatch them before they could connect with him. At the same time, he saw Nobunaga driving around the woman to snipe him with his sword, but he managed to slide through the gap made by his chains in the threads to his left and escaped being cornered. It was in that very moment when a looming shadow had cut off his vision from the rest of the room.

Chrollo had taken the initiative to stand between him and the rest of the Spiders again as the Samurai rounded in an attempt to attack him again, and the older man looked determined while he kept his stare fixedly on the wild man. Kurapika was sure by the fierce look behind those grey eyes that he wasn't about to allow his comrade to get past him.

"IS HE CONTROLLING YOU?! COME TO YOUR SENSES, CHROLLO!"

Nobunaga's yell reverberated through the walls, and the sound caused a ringing to happen within Chrollo's ears. For a split second, he flinched and was initially shocked that none of the Spiders took advantage of the brief lapse in his defenses, but in the next moment, his answer came in the form of a huge man in front of him as he flung the Samurai across the room.

His eyes met Franklin's, and it was then he understood his Spider's motive, "You have a lot to explain Danchou." he spoke in a deep, rumbling voice.

Before he could say anything, Kurapika arose from the spot he landed in, eyes turning scarlet as he watched the hulking Spider. The continued dissention was beginning to wear slowly on his nerves.

Taking a deep breath, Kurapika faced the huge man, his stare almost like a raging inferno, "Once again, Chrollo is telling the truth." He spoke, voice firm and astringent, "I am not controlling him, we really are together." With that, he paused and broke contact with the large man to face the Spiders still scattered about the room. He was still rattled by the volatile attack - which consequently was aimed at Chrollo as well - and Kurapika let his vexation show, "Again, I don't expect you to believe me, but why would your own leader have reason to lie to you?"

Taking the sign of how the situation was only infuriating him, Kurapika let his eyes fall on Chrollo as he tried to calm himself, and placed a hand on his lover's shoulder as concern laced his expression.

"It's alright, Kurapika." The older man responded and slipped an arm around his waist, pulling the younger man to his side as before. He caught sight of Shizuku restraining Nobunaga before he let his attention fall on those in the room. It was then he faced his Spiders completely.

"I'm not asking you all to understand," Chrollo said, his voice a dull timbre now. "I don't think either one of us can. However, Kurapika has rightfully earned his place among us. He did so for multiple reasons. He was resourceful and defeated Uvogin in a fair fight. Yes, Nobunaga." Chrollo's eyes met with the Samurai. "Uvo was the one who had challenged him."

"You don't know if it's true," Nobunaga growled. "He could have lied to you."

"I don't believe that," Shalnark interjected. "Danchou has never once done something that was not in the Troupe's interest. He must have definite proof of the Chain User's loyalty." Chrollo felt such a rush of gratitude at Shalnark's insight that he could have kissed the man.

Nobunaga hissed at his blond comrade. "So what?"

"He buried Uvogin Nobu," Chrollo supplied tonelessly. "We can do with some humanity like that."

Silently, Kurapika watched the exchange, and although his tolerance continued to wear thin, he was grateful the skirmish had ended. He really wasn't looking for a fight since he knew his relationship with the Spiders was still fragile.

Even as the older man attempted to reinforce his right to membership by the rules and customs for joining the Genei Ryodan, discord still ensued. The weight of contention was heavy in the air, and he realized that his trek towards acceptance was going to be more arduous than anticipated. He could see that Nobunaga would be the hardest one to convince. The wry man was stubborn, indeed.

It appeared Shalnark believed him at least.

"I did," Kurapika commented the moment Chrollo finished his statement, "Not only because he fought honorably, but I felt a sense of respect for a man who also valued loyalty." His eyes landed on the Samurai although they were still in their scarlet state, "You may not believe what I am saying, and think I am doing this out of false pretense. However, I am fully prepared to prove that wrong." Sighing, Kurapika let his eyes shift back into their usual blue, "After I defeated Uvogin, I felt no satisfaction. In truth, I felt... Nothing. Since accepting Chrollo as my partner, I have only felt remorse. Both sides have experienced loss; both sides have an equal right to feel anger. Over time, I hope to break down those barriers and move forward." He looked towards his lover and leaned a little closer to the older man, "Chrollo is right; we could all use a little more humanity."

Watching the reactions garnered was astounding as the look of shock had literally accented nearly every face present in the room. Even though the dissention had subsided, Nobunaga had tempered himself despite the circumstance and he sat the furthest possible from everyone in the room, which Chrollo readily noticed. It appeared the man was attempting to place as much distance from him and Kurapika at that point.

Explaining everything was complicated, although the story was rather simple. Chrollo and Kurapika took turns recounting the events that led the young blond to stand before the Genei Ryodan again. No one uttered a word as they spoke and his Spiders watched so intently, Chrollo had wondered what was going through their minds. To a fault, he even questioned if they considered him worthy of being their Danchou still. The idea stung.

When they finally finished, the Ryodan sat still, quiet as ever and unflinching. Even Nobunaga had grown visibly speechless. Chrollo wasn't sure if that was a good sign or a bad one.

He stood up silently, then addressed his comrades. "I know you all are not happy. However, I am your leader, and the rules still stand. You can all decide whether or not you want me to remain your leader, but I would recommend Kurapika nonetheless."

Again, Kurapika had remained laconic and reserved even when Chrollo had chosen to break the stillness in the room. While his lover spoke, it was as if all those eyes which had focused on him instead were peering directly into his very soul. It made Kurapika inwardly shiver.

Though something which his lover said had readily alarmed him and complete shock crisscrossed his pretty visage. Did Chrollo really think his Spiders were doubting his role as their leader? The idea sounded radical and preposterous, even to Kurapika.

"You can't really believe that?" He questioned as he faced Chrollo without hesitation, "Why would any of them instantly denounce you because of this? It was my decision alone to join." Kurapika could feel his anger rising as the rage he kept suppressed for so long was threatening to claw free, and it took all his will to keep it contained. His attention shifted towards the Ryodan again, "Don't blame him for what has transpired; if anything, your issue is with me. But I will reiterate it, let me prove myself. If that is what it takes to settle this, then I am prepared to do so."

Seeing Kurapika's assertion and conviction brought a smile to his face. His eyes met the younger man's, "It's fine, Kurapika." He added and placed a hand on his lover's arm. The action, however, didn't go unnoticed by the rest of his group either and most of them shot a glare in their direction.

Chrollo was no fool. He knew exactly why he had said what he had. The moment Nobunaga addressed him as "Chrollo" instead of "Danchou," he realized what the rest of the Genei Ryodan was thinking. The previous time the Samurai used his name also hinted at the declining respect the Spiders had for him. It seemed that it had reached an all-time low at this point.

Eventually, Franklin shifted uneasily, and he turned to face the large man. "Danchou," he said, "You are a good leader. Pakunoda decided to die because she thought the Spider wouldn't survive without you."

"And he betrayed us, Franklin," Nobunaga said coolly.

Chrollo bristled at the statement.

"I betrayed no one," he responded flatly. "Whatever I do, I do for the Spiders. You are going to have to move on like the others Nobu." Chrollo pulled Kurapika closer to him. "Even if you all decide to extract me as the leader, I won't object. Regardless, I want what is best for the Spider. I won't be staying away from him, however."

A noticeable silence fell about the room.

"You can't be serious?" Kurapika questioned abruptly, utterly astonished by his lover's statement. To witness such an appalling display made Kurapika's indignation rise. It was almost unbelievable the very group of people whom Chrollo formed and entrusted with his life had such gall to treat him so. Kurapika understood the Spider's resentment for him, but not their blatant disregard for their leader, "Chrollo never betrayed you." He growled and moved closer to his lover as the older man's arm tightened around him. "He isn't the reason your two comrades died, nor is he the reason for why he was separated from your group. Have you forgotten? You're so quick to judge when it was because of me that Chrollo was forced into the situation he was in."

Squaring his shoulder, a look of bitterness flashed in Kurapika's eyes as he stared the other Spiders down while letting his unbridled spirit show. He wouldn't let them rebuke Chrollo.

"It's fine, really," a voice whispered in his ear, and he turned to look at Chrollo just as he was drawn into the older man's lap. Kurapika was nearly floored by just how calm and poised he really was. Chrollo looked regal even beneath the dim light, "We will show them." And before Kurapika could say another word, he pressed his lips to the Kurta's own.

Instantly, shock crawled over Kurapika's visage and the younger man hesitated as he considered breaking contact with Chrollo, but desire took over, and he merged eagerly into it. Their lips worked in slow motion, and Kurapika nearly forgot everything around them. Nothing at that moment existed. Instinctively, he cupped the older man's cheeks, and the warmth of their bodies helped to ease his tension.

All that mattered was the connection they shared, and the tenderness of their kiss.

They continued on that way, neither of them attempting to hasten the moment as they enjoyed the touch and the feel of each other's lips as an all too familiar taste and the rhythm of the way they moved drove them further. Kurapika loved the way Chrollo kept him firmly in place, and Chrollo felt whole in Kurapika's presence.

When they broke apart, Kurapika found his lover's eyes and realized that no matter how entrenched he was, there was no real reason for him to care. Chrollo's hands came up to encompass his cheeks, and Kurapika leaned into it, the sensation of his lover's thumb tracing his kiss-bruised lips made him sigh. Chrollo soon noticed a blush dusting those cheeks, and he couldn't deny how it made Kurapika look so young and beautiful.

Someone coughed, and it drew their attention back towards the Spiders who had been watching them with bewildered expressions. It seemed everyone was utterly taken aback by the blatant display of affection, but it wasn't until Nobunaga had begun to emulate retching noises did the magnitude of what happened actually become apparent.

Machi instantly hit the Samurai over the head, "Stop being dramatic." She growled.

It was then Kurapika came out of his reverie and remembered where he was. His eyes went wide with embarrassment, and the younger man found that he was unable to contain his chagrin, "Did we just…?" Kurapika stammered, the heat rising further along his skin, "Oh my God. I can't believe we kissed in front of everyone. Especially your Spiders of all people." He moved his hands from Chrollo's face to grip his shoulders. Slowly, he lowered close to his lover's ear, "Even though I enjoy it when we kiss, I swear I am going to kick your ass later for doing it in public."

Just as he was about to extricate himself from Chrollo's lap, a shuffling sound to their left drew his attention, and Kurapika realized all of the Genei Ryodan were exchanging glances with each other before the one named Franklin stepped forward.

"Are you sure, Danchou?" He questioned.

"I am." Chrollo wasted no time in responding.

With that, the Spiders all backed away and huddled into a corner then began deliberating. Chrollo even heard a coin being flipped. He knew that he had to let them hash it out. It was how they solved disputes. Gently, he took Kurapika's chin between his fingers and had the blond face him, "Sorry about that, I wanted to convince them," he said. The blush had not left Kurapika's cheeks entirely yet, and it made him smile. "Don't be too mad love," he pleaded.

Closing his eyes, Kurapika sighed and let his anger melt away, "I understand your reasoning," he responded, voice low, "but the fact that I prefer to keep matters of intimacy in any form private from others is one reason I am miffed." The smile which crossed over Chrollo's lips made Kurapika expel a breath in exasperation, but he relented after that. He decided to remain where he was and laid his head against his lover's shoulder. "I can forgive you, but that doesn't mean we won't discuss it later."

Drawing his arms around that lithe body, Chrollo nodded, "I understand, babe. Do not worry. I won't do it again."

The statement made Kurapika smile.

After quite some time, the Spiders finally reconvened in the center of the room, and the large man approached them again. Chrollo raised his eyebrow questioningly.

"Danchou," Franklin began. He sounded nervous, which surprised Chrollo. Franklin was never nervous. "Do the Chain User's friends know about this?" He waved his hand, unsure of what to say about their relationship.

"Not yet, no."

Franklin looked back at the others before looking at Chrollo. "Danchou you have to understand, it's not just about Uvogin. The Chain User has a legitimate reason to stay away from you."

The accusation alone made him feel alienated, and Chrollo straightened his back even though he remained calm. Regardless of what his comrades had said, he had a feeling of just where the situation was going. He felt Kurapika stiffen in his grasp.

"No, my friends do not know yet." Kurapika responded curtly, "Relaying my decision to the Spiders first was a priority." It was hard to ignore the allegation and the fact that his friends were being used as an excuse for him to stay away from Chrollo only made him more vexed. Kurapika fixed his eyes on Franklin, "My friends hold no weight on my choices, but to think they are any reason for me to walk away, you are wrong. They, too, are going to have to accept my decisions." The younger man stilled, and for once, he found himself growing in confidence, "There have been many chances where I could have walked away from this, and each time I did not. There were so many opportunities where I could have killed Chrollo, and I did not. I removed my Judgement Chain from his heart of my own volition. I healed him out of concern for his life when he suffered a near-fatal wound during a fight. If my intentions were not to remain, I would not have done all this." This time, he narrowed his eyes, the irises flashing scarlet, "I have given my heart to him, which you're going to have to accept." Kurapika paused then added, "Also, will you stop referring to me as the Chain User? My name is Kurapika."

Franklin's gaze never left Kurapika's, and even for a moment, he considered just accepting circumstances as they were. Something in his gut told him the sole, remaining Kurta was telling him the truth. That in conjunction with Shalnark's affirmations had him second-guessing, but albeit how he felt, the rest of the Spiders he knew didn't all share the same sentiment.

"I want to believe you," he began in a deep voice, "but not all of us are entirely convinced. We want to be fully certain of your loyalty." With that, he turned his attention back to Chrollo, "Danchou, can we all go on a heist together?"

The proposal concerned him, but by the same token, he understood why his Spiders had initiated it. Not only did they want to gauge just how steeped Kurapika was in his convictions, but also they wanted a loose idea of how his chains worked.

In any case, if it helped convince them of Kurapika's loyalty, it was something that had to be done. Then again, the thought of those beasts crossed his mind, and it made Chrollo remember they still needed to be dealt with. Perhaps, the mission to eliminate those things would be what was required to solidify Kurapika within the Genei Ryodan.

He nodded in Franklin's direction then leaned in close to Kurapika's ear and whispered, "the beasts," before lifting his head to speak clearly, "What do you say, my angel?"

Both Nobunaga and Feitan gagged which made Chrollo feel amused by their reactions.

"Actually, I propose a better idea. One that is not only of utmost importance but would give me the chance to prove my trust and loyalty to you." Kurapika announced, his gaze shifting away from his lover and towards the huge man who stood before them, "During our travels to acquire the Scarlet Eyes, we ended up in a minor city on the Mimbo continent known as Mirie. After we managed to retrieve the eyes from the museum located there, the city was invaded by a species of beast neither Chrollo, or I had ever seen before. They razed the entire place to the ground in just one night. No one survived, and we barely managed to escape with our lives." Pausing, the Kurta took a minute to compose himself as the memory of his horrible encounter with them nearly threatened to resurface. "These are no ordinary beasts. They are highly intelligent, and their attacks were well coordinated and meticulous. Nen abilities are not very effective against them. If left unattended, I fear they will spread and cause mass destruction on a grand scale." Again, the urgency in handling such a problematic situation continued to remain Kurapika's priority. "In short, these things need to be dealt with before they have the chance to annihilate anything else."

That said, he had grabbed everyone's attention, most looking intrigued.

"Beasts?" They collectively asked.

Chrollo nodded, "Yes. Taking them down is just as good as a heist, isn't it?"

"Why do you care?" Nobunaga grumbled. It didn't seem he was the least bit interested and kept muttering under his breath.

"So, what are they?" Shalnark seemed genuinely curious. "The hunter website hasn't posted any article on discovering a new species of murderous magical beasts."

Raising his hand, Chrollo supplied, "That is because the Hunter's Association is keeping it under wraps. We met a Zodiac member on our way here. He didn't reveal much but made it quite clear the situation was paramount."

Whispers arose collectively in a brief symposium before the Spiders faced them, and just like that there was bloodlust in their eyes that bespoke of enthusiasm and zeal. Chrollo wasn't surprised in the least. To see his people so ecstatic made him pleased.

"Hopefully those things are still in the Mimbo continent. It won't be tough to find them, they usually destroy whatever gets in their way," he continued. Shalnark and Feitan were positively staring at him with hearts in their eyes now. "I think it's as good as any heist, what do you all-?"

"Agreed," Feitan and Shalnark yelled before he could even finish his sentence. Franklin looked amused. Chrollo waited for the others.

"Danchou, why are we hunting these creatures?" Came Kortopi's quiet voice. He had nearly forgotten the relatively short man and turned to look at him.

"Because they are invaders, and I would like to keep them out of Meteor City as much as possible," Chrollo stated, frankly.

"Also because they are bloodthirsty and hellbent on humanity's destruction." Kurapika supplied firmly.

Kortopi nodded, giving his assent and one by one the rest of Spiders did the same. Machi, however, looked skeptical still and Chrollo frowned. If she didn't concur with the rest of them, he wasn't sure what impact it would have on the outcome. Most trusted her instinct.

"It's late." He announced, then stood. "We will take a break for the night and inform me of your decision in the morning." All the Ryodan replied with a "yes Danchou" and separated into groups or went alone to do their own thing. Some remained behind to play cards while others left the base. Chrollo let his eyes fall on Kurapika, "Come on, let's find a place to sleep."

Groaning, Kurapika rose and rolled his shoulders, "Alright." He responded and raised an eyebrow, "Where do you propose we go?" In the back of his mind, he hoped Chrollo's idea of finding a place to sleep wasn't a dusty corner somewhere in the area they were in. He didn't relish staying overnight in the rickety mansion. "I need some rest after that, fiasco."

Humming, Chrollo slid an arm around the younger man's lithe waist, and slowly guided Kurapika out of the room while ignoring the lingering stares watching their every movement. Once they were outside, he then answered his lover. "Let's find a hotel."

It was cold, and the wind rustled their hair and clothes. Both of them remained quiet as they started traveling the streets of Yorknew at a brisk pace, but not hastened enough to draw attention. The area they were going through saw little traffic, and it looked suspicious for them to be there, so neither of them wanted to delay their route into the more active parts of the city.

Eventually, Chrollo managed to locate a hotel with decent accommodations, and he didn't dawdle in securing them a room. They exited the elevator once it arrived on their floor and he unlocked the door without issue. Inside, was a large bed with two plush chairs and a small table. The room was modest compared to other places they stayed at in the past. At least the bathroom was decently sized.

Shrugging out of his coat, Chrollo tossed it aside and then grabbed Kurapika as he flung them both down onto the bed. When they landed, the Kurta was sitting on top of him. "You look exhausted." He grinned and slipped his hands on Kurapika's hips.

"Of course, I am." He responded to Chrollo's obvious statement. "That much, you should know." In the next moment, the Kurta leaned down close to him, a smile crossing his lips. He was glad they were finally alone. "However, you don't seem as tired yourself, all considering. Something else on your mind?" he furthered, but this time, a little more coyly.

"Maybe," Chrollo commented and smirked back at the blond. "I have been thinking of your tattoo after all." Unconsciously, he stroked Kurapika's thigh as he watched his lover intently.

"Oh?" Kurapika began, voice barely above a whisper, "Planning on asking when I want to get it?" He commented, "As you already know the location I have chosen to have it placed." A soft purr exited his throat as his lover's fingers caressed over his thigh.

That grin only continued to spread over Chrollo's lips and as he was pleased with Kurapika's response before his expression soon morphed into a thoughtful one. He briefly debated with himself, then altered their positions so that his lover came to lay beside him. Gently, his fingers carded through the younger man's soft, golden strands. "Why don't we go shower together?" He questioned softly. As if he needed an invitation.

Kurapika purred and leaned into the touches, "Do you even need to ask?" He couldn't believe that Chrollo thought he needed permission for such a thing.

Chuckling, Chrollo gracefully slid from the bed and began doffing his clothes. He flung them onto one of the empty chairs, not caring how they landed. All he wanted to do was bathe and get some rest, but it didn't stop him from smirking at Kurapika again once his boxers were removed, "Like the view?"

Rolling his eyes, Kurapika rose from the bed with a huff. The fact that Chrollo was acting facetious only made him exasperated, but there was no denying he thoroughly enjoyed what he saw. Kurapika remembered a time where he would have been embarrassed to see Chrollo strip in front of him. Now, seeing his lover completely nude was nothing short of provocative, "You should already know the answer to that as well."

Chrollo was undeniably exquisite and sensual.

It was hard to tear his eyes away as he enjoyed drinking Chrollo in, but Kurapika shivered and breathed in sharply when he noticed just how the older man was looking at him as edacity shone behind those alluring depths. A sly grin crossed over those perfect lips, and Kurapika knew what his lover intended. Slowly, Chrollo began to undress him, his cloak the first thing to hit the floor. Every part of him continued to tremble as the older man peeled away what few layers he wore, and yet, Kurapika made no motion to stop Chrollo. He had long since grown comfortable with being exposed before his lover, and now they were alone, it did not invoke any hesitation in him.

When Chrollo slid his pants and boxers down, Kurapika couldn't contain the breathless moan that escaped his throat when the cold air contacted his skin. It took him a second to recover, and as he stepped out of the fallen article, Chrollo took the opportunity to admire him openly.

"Beautiful," Chrollo uttered then placed a swift kiss to those lips before scooping Kurapika up into his powerful arms and pulling the Kurta against his sturdy chest.

Kurapika quickly melted into the touch and groaned softly, but said nothing as he was carried into the bathroom. Once his feet contacted the tile floor did Chrollo move away.

It was hard to break contact, but giving in to his impulses would do them little good at the moment. Chrollo knew his biggest sin was greed, after all. To distract himself from the gorgeous creature behind him, Chrollo focused on getting their bath ready and turned on the knobs, letting the tub fill up. "Are you going to call your friends?" He asked, thoughtfully.

"That was the plan," Kurapika uttered as he listened to the water in the tub, "I think it's best I see them face to face. It's been a long time since I've had contact with any of them." Kurapika expelled a breath and steadied himself.

He never told his lover that he had contacted Leorio during the early part of their excursion to get the eyes, but Kurapika hoped that Chrollo wouldn't become angry if he found out.

Facing his demons had been trying enough; upsetting Chrollo was the last thing he wanted.

Nodding in reply, Chrollo checked the temperature of the water and looked back over his shoulder at Kurapika, "It's ready."

Climbing in first, he came to settle against the back of the basin and waited for Kurapika to join him. After his lover was sitting snugly between his legs, Chrollo leaned forward and let his chin rest on Kurapika's shoulder.

"How about we do that tomorrow, then?" He asked as his fingers lightly trailed the younger man's navel. "They are in Yorknew still, aren't they?"

Again, it was hard to suppress the moan which threatened to escape his lips, but as those fingers trailed over his skin and the warmth of Chrollo's body permeated his mind, Kurapika couldn't help the lull it made him feel. "Actually, I was thinking of just that," the Kurta began and closed his eyes, enjoying the sensation Chrollo's touches were producing, "as it's probably for the best I contact them right away. I've made them worry long enough." It rattled Kurapika with how inconsiderate he had been long after he promised to retain contact with them regardless of circumstance and yet, he still failed them. "Gon and Killua found a way to enter into the game, Greed Island which was auctioned and brought by someone here in Yorknew. Hopefully, they are back by now."

In the back of his mind, Kurapika knew it was bad enough that he failed to retain a connection with Leorio, but to have left all of his friends without any status of how he was made it difficult for him to face them because of it. They were going to be angry with him, he was sure of it. How they were going to react once they found out about Chrollo made him worry all the more.

They both fell into reticence for the remainder of their bath as they finished washing. Several times Chrollo found himself struggling to remain awake while he cleaned Kurapika's back as he was practically exhausted. The last time he remembered feeling so drained was after their fight in Mirie.

Even Kurapika felt it although he was relishing in what time they were spending together as the contact he shared with Chrollo was soothing.

After they finished and toweled off, they both manage to stumble into bed with Chrollo landing on top of Kurapika. Quickly, he moved away to alter their positions because damn Kurapika looked so tantalizing while straddling him. For a long while, Kurapika just stared into his lover's abyssal eyes. It never ceased to amaze him with how gorgeous and precious Chrollo was to him.

"You're tense," Chrollo spoke and reached around Kurapika to knead the younger man's back. He could tell his lover was stiff. "You definitely need rest."

"We both do," Kurapika corrected him and Chrollo smiled.

He continued to rub those sore and tired muscles until Kurapika was relaxed enough, then he lowered the blond onto the bed beside him and pulled the blankets up over them. Chrollo could feel the weight behind his own eyes, "Let's talk in the morning." And he wrapped his arms around Kurapika, holding him close.

Conforming was easy, and Kurapika didn't hesitate to find his perfect niche against Chrollo's body. He listened as the older man's breathing evened out, and realized his lover had fallen asleep. It didn't take long for him to follow suit as shortly thereafter he closed his own eyes, and soon, found himself succumbing to the grips of slumber.

They had another long day ahead of them.


After Thoughts: I hope everyone enjoyed this latest installment. 😊😊 Of course, one of the main points I was trying to convey here was the fact that while Kurapika finally decided to face the one group that had been the focal point for all his distress and mental torment, he was also trying to prove to himself that he is willing to let go of his past and move forward. Just like his mother hoped. Standing before them a second time as he did during their first confrontation in Yorknew wasn't easy, but perhaps at the same time while Kurapika is showing himself that his past should not define him, facing his demons in both personal and external formats is another step to doing that while continuing to learn in letting go. However, even so, his journey into not only accepting them, but also gaining their trust will be a long, and difficult one. I know I have a bit of a mean streak when it comes to putting Kurapika through some trying times, but it is a necessary evil. 😉

Kurapika's journey is far from over, though. Next will be him facing his friends who have not only had any contact with him for months but also have yet to learn of his flourishing relationship with Chrollo. The next chapter I promise will be no less intriguing than this one.