A/N: Hello dear readers. This is probably the longest since I've gone without an update, and I do apologize for such an extensive delay after having finally managed to get back onto a regular updating schedule; the last several weeks were unusually busy and stressful for me. I've been dealing with a lot lately, which took a huge chunk of my time, so managing to write had been difficult. Not only that but this chapter, like chapter forty-eight, had also managed to get quite long.

There was just so much detail to add, but I also had several ideas that came to the surface while writing this. Those two factors contributed to the lengthy time it took getting this out, but it's here. :)

However, due to unforeseen circumstances, this chapter has, sadly, not been beta-read. Unfortunately, my current beta-reader has been experiencing a lot of weight on her end and has also been dealing with personal issues, so she hasn't managed to find time to go over this chapter. I will say there is a chance it could end up getting proof-read at a later time, and if so, a revised copy will be replaced with the current one and updated. Notification of that will get posted here. Aside from that, everyone at least has something to read in the meantime. :3

Despite the delay and the lack of this getting beta-read, I hope it turned out good. It definitely gave me quite a challenge.

Edit: This chapter finally got beta'd, so an updated version has been loaded. A major thank you to SweetsDreamer for making it happen despite her relatively busy schedule.

Summary: Kurapika, Chrollo, and Amar have found their way into the village of Fallyne, now they must locate the Scarlet Eyes. What happens when they are found shakes the very foundation for one of them.


Kurapika stood inside the small hut while his eyes danced about the interior, contemplation upon his visage as the tips of his fingers stroked over a few objects of tribal design. Looking at the many items of different shapes, sizes, and colors had thoroughly reminded him of similar types of things that his clan had used. It was uncanny how alike the people of Fallyne lived compared to them, but it wasn't all that surprising, either.

More often than not, people like the Fallyines - even his clan - were labeled as primitive, savage, and seen differently than others. It was hard knowing that anyone who chose to live more fundamentally, off the land, and in harmony with the world, apart from the rest, would be classified as unrefined. Even the smallest of differences were seen as vastly objectionable or distasteful.

It was how the world seemed to work. There was a constant vein of judgementalism, prejudice, and discrimination. Funny how humans behaved, as they were always capitalizing on other people's failures or weaknesses, seizing control whenever they could, and designating how each person lived. Society had a way of instating power to the point where no individualism was left.

Thinking about such an aspect was not only horrifying but downright sickening and more than likely a huge reason for why his clan got mistreated.

He sighed, then shook his head. It was of no wonder why he had chosen to become so detached from the world. Just seeing the way people operated and their lack of empathy or care was enough to push him away, which made him grow distant. Of course, Kurapika acknowledged that some decent people existed as he did have a few good friends and an excellent partner. Not everyone was disgraceful or reprehensible, as Chrollo had proven, but many still were.

The sound of the tent flap opening drew Kurapika from his wayward thoughts and towards the tall man who stood in the entryway. He immediately withdrew his hand and faced the newcomer with a slight frown.

"I managed to get a fairly good look around, but with so much activity going on, I haven't located the eyes yet."

Instantly, the flap then dropped, and the light in the room dimmed. Chrollo strode over to one of the two wicker chairs the villagers had provided for them and took a seat with a grunt.

Exploring the village had been exhausting, especially while interacting with each of its members. Not only were he and Kurapika viewed as outsiders, but the fact they saved the life of the Chief's granddaughter had earned them quite a bit of attention. It wasn't often that foreigners were allowed inside, but their presence had caused the villagers to ask many questions.

The experience, while intriguing, had interrupted his exploration. Chrollo wanted to take the opportunity to get a layout of the place, and hopefully, find out where the eyes were located. Yet, he barely had the chance to do that with how many times people stopped him so they could talk.

His eyes met Kurapika's, and Chrollo was able to see the disappointment in his lover's features.

"I figured as much," Kurapika commented dryly and decided to sit in the other chair across from him, "considering it's relatively the height of the day. Searching last night would have been ideal, but even then, it would have been problematic since we had just arrived. Not to mention, the Chief was busy asking us questions. At least the man is grateful for what we have done." The words he had spoken reiterated in Kurapika's ears, and although he had been skeptical at first, Amelia's testament solidified the truth.

It didn't take much beyond that - aside from what Kabaal contributed - with getting the Chief to accept them. Although grueling, it was surprisingly easy to earn some trust.

Now that he and Chrollo were inside, it gave them a chance to search for the eyes without hindrance. Granted, they would still need to be careful while doing so, but there would be no need to keep their presence from being known. The villagers knew about them so they could walk around with relative ease, at least.

For a brief moment, Kurapika's focus trailed from Chrollo to sweep over the small, black, and curled up form that was off slumbering in the far corner. Amar looked peaceful as he slept, which still made it hard to believe what he was. Luckily, the villagers had only heard of what transpired with Mirie and its decimation. None of them had seen any of the beasts, so they weren't entirely scared of Amar. He had considered that factor, mainly due to Amar's features, but fortunately enough, the people of Fallyne were as accepting of him, which gave Kurapika some relief.

Though, he was still having a difficult time contending with the ebony creature just being there. Both he and Chrollo weren't sure what Amar's objective was or that he legitimately wished to help them. Because of his connection to the species who leveled an entire city after killing countless innocents, it was hard viewing him as otherwise.

There was also the factor of how would other people view Amar as well? Such as his friends, or God forbid his lover's troupe. Kurapika even wondered what the Hunter's Association would do if they ever found out. There was a chance they wouldn't be as forgiving or lenient as him and Chrollo.

And that was despite what had occurred thus far. Even though Amar had joined in the fight against the Foxbear, it didn't entirely clear him from scrutiny. While Kurapika had found the move amicable, it would take more than that to convince him or anyone else.

For Amar's sake, Kurapika hoped that his intentions were pure.

He tore his eyes away and faced Chrollo again. The older man appeared to be watching him keenly, which made his cheeks suffuse slightly red.

"While that may be so," Chrollo began, tone slightly amorous, "it's better not to rush the situation. The last thing we want to do is raise any suspicion. If it is possible to recover the eyes with minimal effect, it would probably be best."

Kurapika's eyes nearly widened as he was stunned by Chrollo's firm words. He didn't expect his lover to choose a more passive route with recovering the eyes or refrain from involving the villagers in skirmishes. More often than not, Chrollo was stringent with using aggression or hostility when it came to procuring results, but this time, it didn't seem to be the case.

Perhaps, to a degree, the older man was beginning to see things a bit differently.

But, that would be the same for you as well, Kurapika reminded himself as a few voices niggled in his mind.

Regardless of circumstance, it was a matter of giving and taking. Kurapika expelled a breath.

"Frankly," he began while ignoring the slightly promiscuous sound to his lover's voice, "I didn't think you would settle on looking at this more subjectively, considering your past suggestions with missions." Kurapika snorted when Chrollo merely grinned at him and then reached over to stroke a thumb down his cheek, but it wasn't surprising that his lover would react with such a smug approach. The older man was egotistical at times.

Gently, the pad of Chrollo's thumb slid a little more down over his skin as it gently ran along the length of his jaw before sweeping across his lips, the tip of it causing the bottom one to dip just a fraction. Kurapika could readily see that Chrollo enjoyed every second of the moment, but there wasn't any hint of selfishness behind it.

Instead, he grumbled and closed his eyes while automatically leaning into the touch. Kurapika was still boggled by how malleable Chrollo continued to make him, but it wasn't something that he cared to complain about.

Chrollo's skin felt good over his, and Kurapika couldn't stop the pull to just breathe over it slowly.

The sensation of warmth over his thumb invoked the grin on Chrollo's face to broaden as the submission in his lover's reaction made him somewhat pleased. "Usually, I don't. Methods like that aren't a typical path I like to take." He stated casually, then trembled when Kurapika's breath dusted over his flesh again. The younger man knew how to keep him going. "However, as I have said before that when it comes down to you, babe, I will do anything."

Without continuing further, Chrollo bent down just enough to kiss Kurapika tenderly. Their lips brushed against one another, practically feather-light, like a butterfly's kiss before parting. He could feel a brief tingling on the surface of them as the memory of the contact lingered in his mind, but Chrollo dared not let it persist on for too long. There was no telling when any of the villagers might decide to check in on them, and in reality, they had an objective to complete.

He quickly straightened though it was evident that Kurapika's face remained partially red.

"Yes, I haven't forgotten," Kurapika quipped and turned in a feeble attempt to conceal his embarrassment. It wasn't that he neglected to consider Chrollo's intransigence when it came to giving him what he wanted, but rather how amenable his lover was. Chrollo seemed relatively expeditious when trying to appease him.

If that was his lover's way of attempting to butter him up, the older man was doing a decently good job at it. Even if it wasn't, Kurapika was silently appreciative that Chrollo was also becoming more adept at bending.

Knowing that made Kurapika retain his faith in their relationship since it would only continue to change for the better.

"Well then," Chrollo drawled and leaned back in his chair, "perhaps we should work out the details of how we want to proceed with tracking down and recovering the eyes?"

Just then, the tent flap rustled, and one of the village girls poked her head in, dark ringlets framing an otherwise narrow face. "Would either of you like some tea?" She questioned hesitantly. It was evident the girl was nervous. She tucked a few strands of hair behind one of the elaborate combs that held it back, her amber eyes watching them.

Fortunately, their discussion had ceased right before the flap got raised, so it was unlikely the girl heard any of what was said. "I don't suppose you have any coffee?" Chrollo immediately asked even though it was likely there wasn't. Some time had passed since he had any, and Chrollo was sure that he was beginning to suffer the effects of caffeine withdrawal.

"Coffee?" The girl tilted her head, almost like she was confused. "I do not believe that is something we have. Our village primarily makes tea and other herbal drinks that are good for the body and soul, but coffee isn't one I am familiar with."

Kurapika shook his head at his lover's foolery, then let a friendly smile accent his lips. "Tea will be fine." He interjected before Chrollo could add anything more, and the girl nodded before ducking back out, the flap closing behind her.

For a split second, Kurapika nearly swore there was a sheepish expression on Chrollo's face, but whatever it was had vanished swiftly and without a trace. It made Kurapika huff. At times, his lover tended to do things that made no sense. Just like now. Yet, in any case, he still loved the man.

"Honestly," Kurapika uttered, and Chrollo looked at him with that infernal grin plastered on his face, "I can't even begin to fathom where you got the idea that a place such as this would even remotely have something like coffee." He admonished, disbelief hinting his words. "You of all people, I figured, would have known that." Kurapika frowned and crossed his arms.

Despite that he wasn't attempting to bring up anything about his past, Kurapika thought that Chrollo's experiences with clans and how they lived were enough to tell him just how little of a connection they had to the modern world.

While items such as coffee and soda were products of a neoteric society, tea and holistic medicine were generally seen among the more aborigine people. It wasn't often that anything considered too modern got taken inside any villages.

Then again, the extent of Chrollo's knowledge probably was limited since he only encountered his clan. And even then, he didn't exactly try to know them on a personal level before everything that happened–

Kurapika cast the thought aside before he had the chance to dwell on it further. There was no point in dredging up old, painful memories, mostly when he wanted to move forward and past it.

Instead, he attempted to focus on something more pleasant, like the unique contours of Chrollo's cheeks and how they blended into the perfect way his chin dipped. Kurapika even noticed the shape of Chrollo's eyes while framed by dark, thick lashes and the gorgeous grey irises that resided inside.

The sound of coughing snapped Kurapika from his momentary state of transfixion, and he flushed again almost immediately. He inwardly cursed himself for thinking about Chrollo in such a way at a time like this.

Chrollo raised a brow, but he refrained from teasing Kurapike lest he wished to invoke his lover's wrath. "It's not that I wasn't aware of the possibility." He commented while keeping his voice even. "I just wanted to entertain the idea anyway, in case I was wrong." Naturally, it made sense that people who lived out in the sticks were less likely to have any intercultural commodities. Although it was somewhat depressing that he didn't have access to coffee, there was no point in worrying about it. Chrollo wagered it was probably the same for Kurapika, even if the younger man didn't express it.

Once they completed their mission and got back to a more civilized society would he indulge in a nice, hot cup of espresso. Chrollo even vowed to buy one for his lover as well.

For now, he would have to wait.

"I see," Kurapika responded skeptically. "You are an arrogant ass." He leaned forward, arms firmly planted on the table, tone filled with nothing less than sarcasm. It didn't surprise Kurapika that his lover would behave in such a way. One thing that Chrollo enjoyed doing was testing his boundaries and taking risks - sometimes unnecessarily - for the thrill of it. Not that he thought the older man believed himself to be untouchable, but just to prove that he could. It was that imperious streak that irritated him but drew him closer to Chrollo like a moth to a flame.

"You and he truly are the same." The voices within clamored, and Kurapika relented promptly.

Seconds after Kurapika's comment left his pretty mouth, Chrollo grinned further. "Maybe I am, but it's no different than some of what I've seen you do, love. In truth, you and I are more alike than you probably care to admit." It didn't take long for the shape of Kurapika's lips to change, nor the temperature to his eyes. There was a sudden flash of scarlet amid those frigid blue pools, and Chrollo saw the most beautiful mixture ever.

How the colors flowed, the method in which they blended, and its intensity put him in awe, but it was gone just as quickly as it came. Seeing such a phenomenon was still breathtaking, and he enjoyed seeing it, though not to the extent of preserving them within any jar. They were perfect right where they were, inside the sexiest creature ever to exist.

Kurapika was everything. He was a real sight to behold and a treasure so valuable that it made the young Kurta beyond exceptional. Chrollo loved Kurapika heart and soul and would relinquish that to no one.

His lover breathed out slowly, but the rage that appeared to well up inside of him dissipated. For that to happen was practically rare. "Although it pisses me off, you aren't exactly wrong either," Kurapika grumbled under his breath. It wasn't a factor he liked owning up to, but he admitted that it was true. There were sins of his own that he was guilty of, and arrogance was one of them.

In truth, he was ready to utilize more uncouth methods of acquiring what he sought while achieving his goals.

When it came to his clan, Kurapika would go to the ends of the earth for them and even die if need be. Then again, death wasn't an option.

Not only did his clan oppose his choices, but Chrollo had already shown him there was more to life than just revenge. The words his mother spoke so long ago echoed in his mind, the reiteration for him to carry on a thorough reminder that he had more to live for than what he initially believed.

It was one reason why Kurapika no longer sought retribution.

The future was all he looked forward to, and that included Chrollo.

Two fingers slipped beneath Kurapika's chin and lifted his head, so their eyes locked with each other. "At least you acknowledge that," Chrollo purred and moved in close to his lover. Their faces were just mere centimeters apart. "However, it's not one that I deem unworthy or unbecoming. Quiet to the contrary. It's one quality I find appealing, aside from the fact that you are still quite skillful, but also beautiful, my angel."

At times, it was like peering into the abyssal depths of unbridled fury and lethal grace when Kurapika exposed himself, especially his heart and soul. Nothing about the younger man spoke of complete pacifism. His lover had displayed moments of aggression and hostility, but that didn't stop him from trying more diplomatic methods when possible.

Those were factors Chrollo had seen manifest in Kurapika during their journey and relationship together. Instances of it went as far back to their first encounter in Ti'alma and when Kurapika had taken the initiative to track him down. Just the way Kurapika appeared, how the air around him danced to the resonation of his aura and the rage that fueled it, even the way his eyes smoldered intently spoke of pure, uncultivated desire. No matter how Chrollo viewed it, Kurapika was still the epitome of an avenging angel, although his lover's resolutions were now different.

He still had his convictions, one that Chrollo was confident wouldn't entirely change, and that was despite his choice to join the Spiders. It wasn't to say that he wasn't hopeful as Kurapika had been gradually evolving since that fateful day in Patalor - or maybe it was after they decided to be together - but Kurapika wasn't the same person he met back in Yorknew.

Who he saw now was someone torn between two worlds, conflicted by morals and iniquity while struggling to find even ground. Though amidst it all, Kurapika ultimately sought happiness. If anything, once their mission was complete, he would finally get precisely that. Chrollo wanted nothing more despite all else, and he would do whatever was necessary to ensure that Kurapika got what he was entitled to.

Nonetheless, there was nothing that would stop him from making that happen. Chrollo wanted to continue giving Kurapika every reason there was to stay with him, even if that meant burying his past.

Difficult as that was to do because of how Chrollo's own life ended up, the drive to prevent Kurapika from experiencing the same thing remained strong. He realized they had both ended up victims of society, abandoned, shunned, and ostracized by the world because they were both treated as less than human, which had also left behind scars.

Like him, the rest of his troupe had also suffered the same kind of fate. It was why they were more a band of misfits than anything. Kurapika wasn't any less the same, but he deserved better.

Kurapika flushed again as this time, the crimson staining his skin was much deeper and more prominent. Those supple lips ventured to twist downwards, but Chrollo only chuckled softly at the failed attempt. His lover's response only made Kurapika sigh in exasperation. "You never fail to rub that in." Kurapika retorted, his eyes locked firmly on the older man next to him. "I suppose it makes you feel gratified when you're right for once, doesn't it? To think that I believe the idea." He paused and focused entirely on Chrollo. It was hard withstanding the urge to wipe that smirk away, but Kurapika simply grumbled instead. The older man was indeed a bastard, but it didn't stop him from loving Chrollo. He coughed. "That said, it may be a good idea to resume discussing our plan for retrieving the eyes." God, if they went on for any longer, Kurapika was sure he would have lost his mind.

Seconds later, the tent flap rustled again, and the girl from before popped back inside. In her hands was a carved, wooden tray with two clay shaped cups and a pot. She moved over to the small table that was between them and set the tray down. Her attention landed on both men afterward. "Here is the tea that you requested." She stated softly, those ringlets swaying about her visage. "I hope it's to your liking."

Kurapika immediately faced her and nodded. The smile she presented was rather pleasant. "Thank you." He responded. "I am sure it will be fine."

The girl stood there a few moments longer while shuffling her feet before speaking again. "Is there anything else you may want?" She inquired while idly smoothing out the dress that she wore.

"No. I think we are good for now. Thank you." He intoned and gave her a smile in return. From the corner of his eye, Kurapika could see Chrollo watching him curiously but said nothing instead.

The girl nodded and gave a partial bow before turning and exiting the hut. Once the flap was fully in place again, Kurapika turned his attention to the pot that sat on the table. He could see the steam rising from the lid as he reached over to pick it up. Gently, he began pouring the liquid into one of the cups.

"I suppose all of you village folk enjoy smiling at each other like that?" Chrollo suddenly questioned, tone flat, and Kurapika abruptly stopped mid-pour.

He casually set the pot aside. "You're seriously going to ask that now?" Kurapika deadpanned, lips thinning as he did so. "If you must know, it's customary for us 'village folk' to smile as a way of showing appreciation when something nice is done for them." He sat back, posture nearly rod straight. "To be quite frank, what you 'thought' the gesture was is the same as those times where you decide to chat some woman up. I cannot even count the number of times you've looked at them in ways I perceived as flirtatious, so now you know how I feel."

An icy chill filled the room as silence settled awkwardly around them. Chrollo sat there, practically astonished by his lover's harsh and straightforward response while struggling to process such an outlandish accusation. The tea sat abandoned within Kurapika's cup as both their eyes locked fervently on the other.

"Oh, I thought it was a perfect time to bring it up, particularly due to the current circumstances, but I wanted to be sure that I merely imagined things," Chrollo began just as curtly. However, he tried to remain casual, "However, I will say that you are right, and I am not familiar with tribal customs." He finalized, daring Kurapika to challenge him further.

A few moments passed without a word spoken, though Kurapika was shocked by his lover's strange bluntness. He huffed, then ground his teeth at the sheer audacity of it.

How Chrollo was able to presume something like that was far beyond the imagination. "You're unbelievable!" Kurapika groaned, arms crossing firmly over his chest." Do you honestly think that I would do such a thing? Damn it, Chrollo! You know full well that you're the only one I want to be with. Why would I do anything to harm that intentionally?"

Chrollo raised an eyebrow again, but he could tell the younger man's voice was sincere. "I just wanted to be certain that you won't try and slip away from me one day." He added calmly, the edge to his tone slowly dissipating. "You know that I am possessive, even selfish, and losing you worries me. I love you that much, babe." This time, Chrollo leaned forward to sweep his fingers gently over Kurapika's cheek while pushing aside a few golden strands. Doing so revealed more of his lover's blue eyes, which shone vibrantly against the room's bright light.

Right away, Kurapika expelled a sharp breath and closed his eyes. The sensation of Chrollo's fingertips over his skin was soothing, and he leaned into it while purring softly.

It temporarily made him forget all else as just being close to his lover was enough to calm him. "There is no need for that," Kurapika said after the pounding of his heart had settled from inside his rib cage, "as you know, I don't plan on going anywhere. While I won't disagree with you about being selfish and possessive at times, the fact that I also love you is what keeps me firmly at your side. There is no other place I'd rather be, my sweet."

Unconsciously, Kurapika reached over to stroke Chrollo's face, and the hand that was on his cheek came immediately over it. The warmth of the contact seeped into his flesh and pacified him further. Chrollo grinned, but it wasn't arrogant or smug. Instead, his lover seemed content.

Then, he carefully laced their fingers together, and Kurapika looked at him, surprised. "I am always glad to hear you say that," Chrollo commented and tightened his grip slightly, "though I hadn't doubted your loyalty since the profession you made when we were still in Patalor. One thing I trust is your word, my angel, so I know what you say is true." Following his words, Chrollo dipped in close to brush his lips against Kurapika's own once more. Without hesitation, he kissed back, the act soft and tender.

When they broke apart, Kurapika sat there while catching his breath, the memory of what transpired still fresh in his mind. After the euphoria wore off did he abruptly remember what Chrollo had said to him prior. "If you've never doubted my loyalty, then why would you ever worry about losing me to someone else?" Kurapika questioned curiously and critically.

The corners of Chrollo's lips upturned ever so slightly, his expression somewhat somber. "That's because not only are you beautiful but intelligent and quite skillful. Anyone would kill to have you as a partner, and out of all of them, you could have whoever you wanted. And yet," he paused while running his thumb down Kurapika's neck, then chest, "you chose to be with a lowly creature like me." Chrollo stopped when he reached the area where Kurapika's heart was and placed his hand over it in emphasis to his words.

It took a bit for what his lover had said to be processed, but Kurapika understood why Chrollo made the statement. Although flattery didn't appeal to him, nor did he care for it, the sentiment was also one he shared. For years he had roamed the streets after losing his home, and people - both men and women alike - had always vied for his affection. Most of them were due to his proficiency or looks, which caused Kurapika to turn down many potential suitors.

Love wasn't an aspect that he had cared for in the beginning. Hell, back then, he perceived it as a setback. Because most people only looked at him with lust in their eyes, it had contributed to his adversity of romantic relationships.

Then Chrollo came along and turned his entire world on its head, changing both his mindset and perspective.

"For heaven's sake, Chrollo, you truly are oblivious." Kurapika breathed in deeply, his chest rising as the older man's palm came to rest just above it. His rosy lips formed slowly into a soft but temperate smile, the surface of his hand laying over Chrollo's. He trembled ever so slightly when they made contact. "You say that you're lowly, unworthy, and not deserving of my love, but nothing could be further from the truth." Instantly, he rose from his seat and went to stand beside Chrollo. Next, Kurapika drew in close to his partner's ear. "To be quite frank, you're nothing like that, and yet," Kurapika ran his tongue over the shell of Chrollo's ear before nipping it, "the way I feel hasn't changed. Maybe that's how you see it, but for me," his voice lowered to almost a growl, "you're mine, and I'll be damned if I will let anyone else have you."

Afterward, Kurapika stepped away and went back to his chair without further notice. He grinned to himself even though he knew Chrollo wouldn't get to see it. The prospect of what he said was satisfying enough to leave his lover in contemplation. If his speculations were correct, the statement would jar Chrollo back into reality once realization had struck.

Which, fortunately, didn't take too long as the older man's demeanor had quickly changed. He seemed less melancholy. "Is that so?" Chrollo commented when the young Kurta had returned to his seat. "I didn't know you felt so strongly that way." He replied sarcastically, his smirk showing again. "But I must say it is not only surprising but pleasing that you're openly showing your aggression. Perhaps I truly have nothing to worry about."

The words which Kurapika spoke continued to play over inside his mind, the shock of it refusing to leave him. It was oddly strange to hear his lover talk so openly, so sternly and trenchantly, but it wasn't the first time that Kurapika had shown his assertive side.

However, because of how intense it was, Chrollo was simply taken aback by it.

"Your assumption isn't wrong," Kurapika spoke, and he watched the younger man intently, "and therefore, is a reason for you to stop scrutinizing. Maybe I tend to worry too much, but you do have a habit of overthinking situations at times." He added and reached for his teacup. Next to it was another one filled with sugar cubes and one with cream. Kurapika gingerly dropped two of them into his cup before adding a mild amount of cream.

After stirring it, he brought the rim to his lips, though Kurapika never ceased watching Chrollo the whole time.

Minutes passed without a sound, then Chrollo hummed in response. He paid careful attention to the way Kurapika's eyes locked firmly on his as the younger man took a sip, though it was hard to distract himself from how alluring those plush lips appeared as they pressed against its porcelain surface. Chrollo licked at his own, careful not to let his emotions get the better of him.

Now wasn't the time for his mind to wander.

"I'll be sure to remember that," Chrollo responded and forced his attention towards something else. He decided to study the intricate pattern work on the teapot. "And now that it's settled, perhaps it's best to resume focusing on the task at hand."

"What has been settled?" A voice abruptly questioned them, and both he and Kurapika turned to face Amar, who was standing by the table watching them inquisitively.

"Ah, it's nothing of importance. Chrollo and I were just having a personal discussion," Kurapika replied while lowering the cup in his hand casually. "You need not worry." He feigned a smile, although there was more to the story than he let on. Yet, there was no point in making Amar concerned or involving him in their dispute.

They had other things to focus on.

Kurapika's overt statement made Amar tilt his head critically. He could tell there was deception in the blond man's tone, but the rugged nature to his words made it clear that he wasn't about to go into detail. Whatever it was must have been inconsequential.

He nodded and sat. Amar then yawned, the sound exaggerated, before his attention fixed on the two men again. "So," he spoke quietly, "what are we going to do next?" Since they had managed to get inside the village, all they had done was mill about. Wasn't there a mission for them to complete?

A quiet had ensued between them, but only temporarily, and it was Chrollo who decided to answer him. "Well, Kurapika and I were about to discuss our plan for locating and retrieving the Scarlet Eyes. They're somewhere in this village, but we can't just go searching openly," Chrollo commented factually. Because it was the middle of the day, wandering about unobserved would be difficult.

However, they had to find them quickly before any of the villagers could learn who they truly were.

"I see," Amar intoned, still unsure what the Scarlet Eyes were. He could tell they held extreme significance to both of them but understanding what they were baffled him still. "Maybe it would be safer to search at night while most of the villagers are asleep?" Amar suggested, gaze shifting between both men.

While it was a risky gamble, there would be advantages to hunting at night. At least they would have the shroud of darkness to aid them.

Then again, his kind had an innate ability to use stealth while exploiting the shadows as a cover. He wasn't sure how skillful either of the men was at using covert methods, but from what little time he spent with them, Amar could tell they weren't entirely inept.

"It is plausible, but then we run the risk of waking the villagers while searching their huts," Kurapika interjected, his voice filled with warning. "If any of us were to get caught before finding the eyes, it would all be over. And the last thing I want to do is cause these people any harm."

Frigid blue eyes shifted between Chrollo and Amar as the young creature lowered his ears, the weight of reality hitting him. What Kurapika said made sense; there was an unfortunate risk of investigating the village during the night. Neither men knew where their object of interest currently was, so it wasn't a chance they were willing to take.

Amar truthfully couldn't blame them.

Silence fell in the room as they continued debating on how to proceed. Kurapika looked analytical, while Amar seemed curious. Chrollo stroked his chin thoughtfully, the answer right in front of him. "If I had to be honest, I think it would be a better idea to try and scout the place during the day. It would be less conspicuous to explore while it's still light out than if we did so after dark. Once we confirm where the eyes are, then we can snatch them after nightfall."

It was an obvious answer, but one that made the most sense. There was no need to involve the villagers, even if the eyes had become a part of their spiritual connection. Like the cult, they were not tools or instruments for exploitation and belonged in the ground back in Lusko.

Even though Kurapika respected those with religious beliefs, he still wasn't about to walk away and leave the eyes behind to some unknown fate.

"I'll have to agree on that as well. It's a much more rational approach. And not only that, I think it would be easier for us to look around while the villagers are active instead of doing it while they are asleep. It won't seem as strange for us to be exploring during the daylight hours, so it would be better to make use of the time while the sun is out." Kurapika reached for his teacup again and took a sip. He tried to conceal that it still bothered him to a point they would need to use deception to obtain the eyes, but it was a necessary factor in the end.

While Kurapika hated using such underhanded tactics, there wasn't anything that he wouldn't do to reclaim his kin's eyes.

Yet, the notion was one that Chrollo understood quite well. Amar, however, he wasn't sure. Then again, Kurapika was still trying to figure out exactly where the creature stood.

His expression appeared contemplative. "That does make sense when it comes to the aspect of remaining unemphatic. Whatever method we use that creates the least amount of attention would indeed be best." Amar turned his head briefly towards the tent flap as his ears moved forward to an unknown sound, but he immediately dismissed it as nothing afterward. Perhaps it was just the villagers outside walking past.

Both Kurapika and Chrollo noticed the sudden disruption, but Amar turned to face them again while giving off no indication of being perturbed. "Considering the circumstances and how delicate the matter is, taking that approach would reduce the likelihood of complications," Chrollo responded while keeping his attention on both his lover and Amar. "And this pertains to keeping conflict down to a bare minimum."

He reached over to take hold of the single remaining cup before him and pulled it close. Maybe he would have some tea after all since none of them would be getting coffee any time soon. The tea within the clay pot was still moderately warm, which pleased Chrollo, and was sufficient to drink. Unlike Kurapika, he used plenty of sugar to keep it from tasting bitter but was amazed by the flavor after taking a sip.

It was robust but palatable and went down smoothly. There wasn't any aftertaste, which surprised him, yet it was still only a substitute. When it came to coffee, it always won favor, but the tea would do for now.

Chrollo raised the cup again, and when the top of it came close to his mouth, he realized that Kurapika was watching him curiously. He paused for a fraction of a second and smiled.

"At least it's a factor that is getting taken into account," Kurapika commented emphatically, the simper on Chrollo's lips making him grunt. "I don't relish the idea of inciting conflict, and using any way possible to negate that is one I would rather take." A sigh followed his statement and closed his eyes. In the end, Kurapika wanted to use the best method possible to achieve his goal with little effect.

While not all situations would conclude with the same desired result, if there was a chance to reduce collateral damage, he wanted to take it.

The very idea had even grasped Amar's attention. He could tell the younger man was intent on taking a more pragmatic approach to uncertain scenarios and was practically the same kind of method he preferred to use. It was another factor that Amar hoped would be adequate in proving his loyalty and worth. "He is right. If we can avoid having any bloodshed, I think it's our best option. These people seem innocuous enough even if they have what it is you are searching for. I don't want to cause them any pain or sorrow if we can help it."

Amar's gaze landed on both men, and Kurapika's vivid, blue eyes met his own. There was a brief look of approval from his companion, but it disappeared after that. Seeing it made him wonder, but Amar had faith that it was a step towards gaining the man's acceptance. One of his aspirations was to show Kurapika that he was entirely obverse to those like him.

Everything about them spoke of nothing but pure evil and malice. His kind was voracious, wicked, and ruthless. Anyone who got in their way suffered ultimately, and even then, their only ambition was to conquer and instill conformity. Those who failed to comply were the unlucky ones.

Thinking about it made his stomach churn, but Amar knew he was nothing like them. Because of it, he had been cast out and exiled, yet the result didn't bother him in the least. He had always been the black sheep of his species.

Kurapika's attention shifted from their companion and onto the other man beside him. Instantly, Amar did the same. "I have no quarrel with that," Chrollo quickly responded and took another sip of his tea. "Pertaining we utilize the strategy outlined recently, I don't see any necessity to implement much harsher methods. So long as we remain cautious during our search and retrieval of the eyes, there won't be any need for violence." He lowered the clay cup and met Kurapika's stare. Chrollo could tell that his lover weighed him critically.

"Yes, I am aware of that," Kurapika countered, his lips forming a thin line. "Which is another reason why I endorsed the suggestion. Continuing to remain skeptical while second-guessing ourselves will only be fraught with uncertainty and complications." The words exited past his lips with unadulterated ferocity, but Kurapika wasn't about to hold back. He picked up his teacup and took a drink resolutely.

Tension hung in the air between both men as they continued to debate overtly, though it was evident the conversation wasn't entirely intentional. Something about it appeared more competitive than not, primarily when it came to Kurapika. Perhaps he had a difficult time conceding to defeat or accepting when he was wrong.

It was an aspect that Amar had quickly noticed, but he didn't attempt to intervene in their little squabble. He merely sighed and shook his head. "Honestly, I feel the idea is solid enough that we would hardly have any complications to worry about. From my standpoint, I believe we are just overthinking this, and it's best to just run with the most logical recourse," Amar finally said after the silence had become lengthy, his voice firm and to the point. "The last suggestion that got made I feel has the best chances for a successful outcome with the least amount of resistance or consequence. So I say it's the best way to go."

His firm declaration had sliced through their discourse, and both men had fallen immediately silent. Chrollo quietly drank his tea while Kurapika looked astonished. The young blond man had to pull his jaw shut. "Well then, it seems that it is decided," Chollo said after a few moments, the teacup stationary while in mid-air. "I'll admit that I did have my reservations, but you have presented a rather interesting case." His attention lingered succinctly on Amar, but it soon shifted back to Kurapika. "Though, I didn't truly doubt you for a second, love." Again, Chrollo's lips turned up into an assured smile, which he noticed that Kurapika didn't scoff at. Maybe his precious angel was growing more and more understanding of how he was and the way he did things.

It was just another profession of the closeness they shared and the strength of their bond.

"Sure, you didn't," Kurapika replied with a bit of sarcasm. The slight grin that appeared on his visage didn't fade, and he was sure that Chrollo had probably noticed. Even then, he didn't bother hiding it. "When have you ever not doubted me?" He questioned before raising his cup again to take another drink, but his eyes remained locked on Chrollo the entire time.

Admittingly, there were times where his lover hadn't lost any faith in him, yet Kurapika was curious to see the reaction. Chrollo was practically the one who supported him the most, and that was aside from Gon and the rest of his friends. Though, he wasn't about to deny that he did miss them, even Leorio, although the man tended to grate his nerves.

"And you're still bad at maintaining contact with them." One of the voices chided, and Kurapika expelled a sharp breath between his lips.

His free hand rose absently to touch where the necklace lay beneath his clothes, the tips of his fingers gently tracing the outline of it. When Kurapika realized what he was doing, crimson instantly dusted his skin, and he focused on his cup once more to distract himself.

Unfortunately for him, Chrollo had already taken notice. "Did you honestly have to ask that?" Chrollo responded, his head tilted slightly to the side. "I think you already know the answer." Afterward, he placed his cup back onto the table after finishing it off. Chrollo's expression quickly softened, and he reached over to brush Kurapika's bangs aside.

The sudden touch made the younger man close his eyes. "Rarely, if at all," Kurapika ceded, and breathed out again, "I just wanted to give you a hard time about it."

"I can see that," Chrollo chuckled, then moved his hand away. "You do make it quite obvious, babe." He leaned back in his chair and crossed one leg over the other. "Besides, I find it adorable when you try."

Kurapika's neck and cheeks quickly flushed again, but it vanished rapidly. "Don't be such a prick about it." He teased and consumed what remained in his cup. Without waiting, Kurapika reached over to pour himself another cup. The steam that rose from it confirmed the liquid hadn't thoroughly cooled.

One of Chrollo's eyebrows immediately rose. "Oh?" He chuckled again, amused by his lover's rebuttal. "Well, this prick loves you regardless." Chrollo reached over a second time to run his thumb over Kurapika's soft lips, but the sound of coughing halted his movements. Reality hit him moments later.

He nearly had forgotten about the other presence in the room. Amar must have grown impatient with their philandering.

"Is it important to do that now?" He inquired, scrutiny etched on his features. "We need to find these eyes that we came here for, and it's probably best to focus on that before the day ends."

Chrollo promptly retracted his hand, and it came to rest on his lap. What Amar said was right; now wasn't the time for idle games.

Grey eyes found icy blue, but it was clear that Kurapika held the same sentiment. There would always be plenty of times where they could just fool around. "Alright then, I suppose we are all in agreement about searching the village before daylight ends to locate where the eyes are kept?" He questioned, but more acutely this time.

Both Kurapika and Amar nodded in practical succession, the playfulness from before completely dissipating from the younger man's features. The fact they still needed to retrieve the Scarlet Eyes had brought him back to some form of sensibility.

Now, all they had to decide on was exactly where to look.

From there, it was a matter of finding the eyes before night had the chance to fall.

Outside was surprisingly active, considering that most of the villagers were either in the forest hunting or off to the far side while making preparations for the evening feast they had planned. Even the children who ran about were busy helping the adults while they got everything together for such an occasion. Seeing the people so spirited and lively, especially with how unified they seemed, was awe-inspiring. It was clear there was harmony among them.

Kurapika exited the hut that he, Chrollo, and Amar were currently staying in and immediately strode into the village square. Several of them recognized him instantly, and they waved at him cheerfully. He did his best to continue looking amiable so that he and Chrollo could maintain their front while avoiding suspicion. Although the people were more than hospitable, Kurapika was confident they were being watched, at least to a degree. Considering the three of them were technically outsiders and not from the area, it stood to reason the villagers would remain cautious. Not that Kurapika blamed them, but he needed to be extra vigilant because of it.

And not only that, Chrollo had insisted that he remained aware of his surroundings. There was no telling if someone would catch either of them off-guard. Kurapika could practically hear the older man's words echoing in his ears.

He breathed out slowly and decided not to waste another minute by lingering. After deliberation, it got decided that he would be the one to check out the north-west sector of the village. Though judging from the look of it, there didn't appear to be any locations of significance.

But then again, it was a village made of huts with dirt roads and wells for water. It was nearly impossible to distinguish the buildings apart, except for size. The hut where the Chief resided was the largest so that one he knew. As for the rest, it would be painstaking to search them since he needed to be thorough.

Kurapika gave another courteous nod to the villagers across from him and proceeded to where he was going to investigate.

Several huts were scattered about the area, though most of them appeared to be merely living quarters and more than likely didn't have the eyes. Still, Kurapika figured it was best to search them anyway. The first hut he came to was unoccupied, but he made sure no one was around before entering.

The inside was modest, and aside from the wicker chairs and table off to one side, the place appeared ordinary. Kurapika scanned over the kitchen area and its small, clay oven, which lacked a fire at the time. Within it were the remnants of burnt wood, but nothing more. He moved away to inspect the two pallets and single shelf opposite the room, yet nothing of interest caught his attention.

Just as he assumed, the eyes were not there. Kurapika glanced around the hut one last time before carefully slipping back out.

It was the same result for the next three huts that he searched, which made Kurapika question if the eyes were even in the area. He wondered if Chrollo was having any luck or if he was in the same boat. Kurapika moved cautiously around two more huts and heard voices coming from the opposite direction. Without hesitation, he darted behind another one that appeared slightly different from the others and waited until the voices faded.

For a moment, the sound of footsteps also lingered close by, and Kurapika's heart seized within his chest, the fear of getting caught making him tense, but moments later, whoever it was had moved away, and he released a pent up breath.

"Damn it, that was close." Kurapika thought to himself as he tried to quiet his palpitating heart.

Once he was confident that no one else was in the immediate area, he slowly migrated from where he was to a more open space across from him and looked around once more. Like the huts he saw earlier, each appeared the same and were all likely to be homes, which decreased his chances of finding the eyes. Kurapika was about to give up and go track down Chrollo when he caught something from the corner of his vision.

After taking a few steps forward, Kurapika realized one of the huts was much larger and more decorated than the rest. Slowly, he approached it, and the moment he got close enough, Kurapika was able to see a thin trail of smoke rising from the top.

Upon closer inspection, he noticed various talismans were hanging from the door and even the windows while a chime tingled as it swayed gently in the breeze. The scent of Woodberry and Frankincense hung in the area; it's aroma practically calming. Kurapika approached the thick, leather flap that hung over the archway and quickly slipped inside.

Instantly, he was met by an elaborate display.

Various talismans dangled from the ceiling and reached down to where several tables sat housing many different pots to items that appeared to be materials for rituals. Off to one side was a large cauldron with a mortar and pestle beside it. Across from it were various herbs and plants that Kurapika surmised were used to make different medicines and possibly balms. He even noticed a multitude of statues that he had never seen before, but they all looked strange and seemed to hold ambiguous meaning.

Kurapika gingerly motioned forwards into the room and headed to where the cauldron was. Lithe fingers clasped the rim as he peered inside only to find the remains of an unknown substance that got brewed in there sometime before. A sickly smell rose from it that made Kurapika recoil immediately in disgust.

He stared at the ebony thing in disdain for a minute as he wiped his nose in an attempt to remove the wretched stench from his nostrils before scowling. Whatever experiments or practices that were getting conducted there, he wasn't quite sure. Still, after a little more mental analysis, Kurapika was confident that he had ultimately stumbled on the place that belonged to the village mystic.

Realizing that reminded him of what Chrollo had said before they began their journey to Fallyne. It was the very person whose hut he stood within that was supposed to have the Scarlet Eyes.

Urgency suddenly welled up inside Kurapika, and he turned to continue searching when something reflective drew his attention toward a small pedestal across the room. Kurapika moved expeditiously over to it, and cognizance hit the moment that he was close enough.

The Scarlet Eyes.

More than a few minutes had passed before Kurapika was able to pull himself from the shock and brief petrification as the sight had practically left him paralytic. Though when he did, his thin fingers twitched as he automatically reached for the canister while tossing warning and caution to the wind.

He knew locating the eyes was his primary mission and that he, Chrollo, and Amar would come back for them after dark, but since they were so close made it impossible to uphold that factor. Although creating strife was something he wanted to avoid, taking them now would be so easy.

Yet, even considering the idea made his gut churn, and Kurapika felt like such a hypocrite for it. Again, he twitched in want to snatch the canister but held steadfast, his breath quickening. Sweat condensed on his palms and brow, unsure of what to do. Not only had he been adamant with ensuring they didn't cause a stir, but there was also no telling if they could return later on and safely retrieve the eyes then.

Kurapika hissed, and against his better judgment, quickly drew the canister to his chest. He then went to cradle it gently when the sound of the tent flap rustling made his head snap to the side.

"Who are you? And why are you in my hut?" A sharp but melodious voice called out. Kurapika hastily tucked the canister beneath his cloak and turned completely to face an older but slender woman with light brown hair and green eyes. She was clothed in tribal garb similar to the other villagers, but her lengthy dress was a dark red, almost the same color as wine, and was accented by the many wool petticoats draped over it.

Around her bosom was an onyx hued corset that laced up in the front and made her chest fill out, which Kurapika quickly noticed much to his ire. The way she moved and how her breasts seemed to nearly pop from the neckline brought about an instant heat to his cheeks. Kurapika turned slightly to avoid looking directly at her, and instead, study the multitude of colorful feathers woven into her long, elaborate braids.

"I apologize for the intrusion. Please forgive me." He commented while keeping his attention on her oval-shaped face. "I was just wandering around the village while taking in the sights, and I happened to notice the various talismans that lined the outside of your hut. Spiritualism and herbalistic medicine have always been an interest of mine, and I just wanted to take a brief look around." Kurapika did his best to retain a cordial smile despite the lie he told.

Well, semi lie. The part about having an interest in spiritualism and herbalistic medicine wasn't exactly wrong, but it wasn't his primary reason for entering the hut. Kurapika hoped that it was enough to convince her, at least.

An eerie quiet had descended about the room, and a devious smirk twisted the woman's ruby painted lips. Kurapika could have sworn he imagined it, but there was a sudden, abrupt flash of seduction to her eyes. They seemed to brighten before returning to their usual, moderate green.

"I see," she chirped and proceeded closer to him, "so, you are one of those travelers that rescued the chief's granddaughter."

One of her hands reached over to touch him, but Kuapika instantly shirked backward. His reaction caused her smile to become even more mischievous. "Yes. I am. My name is Kurapika." He responded slowly while closely watching her movements. Revealing his name seemed to pique her interest further.

She attempted to reach for him again, her long, dark nails nearly touching him this time, and he stepped back right before she could. Everything about her screamed to him in warning, though Kurapika felt practically locked in place. The mere sight of her and the nefarious demeanor she held instantly reminded him of the priestess back in Sorbia. Even the crooked way she smiled and the iniquitous tug to her lips left Kurapika with a bad taste in his mouth.

With each passing minute, the urgency to leave grew intense as the voices in his mind pleaded for him just to escape. Kurapika tightened his arm around the canister to ensure that it was still in place, and his gaze shifted subtly towards the door.

The only problem was that she blocked the path to it.

"Well, isn't that a rather interesting name?" She crooned, and one of her fingers came to rest at the corner of her lips. "I suppose that I should introduce myself also. I am Katarina Dunne."

Something was intriguing about the blond man who stood before her, though she didn't quite understand what. He was young, bright-eyed, and looked simply exquisite. Not only was he strangely enough, inside her hut, but his frantic reactions made her speculate if there was something more going on. Yet, he seemed to be playing hard to get, and she liked that—those who did always made easy prey.

Whatever the case may be, Katarina wanted to take her time with him. Since the travelers had arrived in the village, she had heard so much about them, specifically how they saved an errant young girl from the clutches of a strange beast.

However, what hadn't been revealed was the fact the young girl was her apprentice. Maybe it would explain the reason that her visitor was shocked by her appearance. It wasn't as if she didn't catch the lie that he made.

Still, Katarina was interested to see how their little entanglement played out.

Her smile grew at the very thought, and she tried to approach the young man once more.

As expected, he immediately avoided her.

Kurapika felt his back contact the cold, smooth surface of the cauldron, and his eyes locked firmly on her prying green ones. He was quickly made aware of his surroundings and the situation that he found himself in. The fact that the woman standing before him was Katarina Dunne, who was supposed to be their target, caused Kurapika to feel an even greater sense of discomfort. Not only was she too much like the sick and twisted priestess from the dangerous cult, but he also suspected she had an underlying intent.

The space between them grew smaller, and Kurapika attempted to back up more to keep his distance from her. The cauldron pressed roughly against his back. "Oh?" He tried to act surprised, though he already knew who she was. "I heard about you from your village chief." She raised an eyebrow at his statement, and Kurapika felt even more like a deer caught in headlights. Still, he continued to feign ignorance. "He speaks highly of you. The mention of there being a mystic came up during my conversations with him. I was fascinated to learn there were other mystics in the world as my clan had one," Kurapika finalized, his focus remaining fixed on her.

Katarina's weighing gaze seemed to intensify during several points or their exchange, skepticism becoming etched in her dark features. Kurapika wasn't sure if her suspicions were solidified or if she was merely curious. Still, the uncertainty caused him to become wary. Every fiber in his body practically screamed that he needed to get out, the hairs on the back of his neck standing on end.

A dull pain radiated through his midsection as the surface of the cauldron was forced against his clothed skin, and yet it didn't stop him from attempting to move away. If he pushed back anymore, Kurapika was sure that he would end up falling in.

His statement furthered her intrigue as the notion that he was from another clan - which she believed - had made her ruminative on just exactly who he was. Kurapika's mannerisms and behavior, from what she could tell, indicated that such was the case.

And even then, Katarina wanted to know more about the young man. Everything about him seemed to fascinate her, and he was remarkably attractive. If she managed to corner him further, then maybe she could have her way with him. "Is that so?" Katarina purred while continuing her advance, the space between them almost nil. "You should know that I am a relatively accommodating woman, even to intruders who are inside my hut." Abruptly, she reached over and drew her index finger down from his chin to his chest. From what she could sense, the young man was decently toned. "Still, I would like to know the real reason for you coming here, and don't tell me it's because you were interested in my herbs."

Fear instantly washed through Kurapika as realization struck him hard. Katarina's finger contacting him and trailing over his body instigated a sudden chill to race through him. Bile rose in the back of his throat, and he trembled visibly. Nothing about the woman made him comfortable. From the predatory look in her green eyes to the insidious grin on her painted lips, she looked exactly like a wolf stalking its prey. And not only that, but Katarina had also made it known that she was aware of his infringing fabrication.

What repulsed Kurapika the most was the insinuation the woman made about him being open for the taking. Thinking about such a disgusting notion made his stomach knot as nothing about it made him any less uneasy. Her bold and lecherous attempt only heightened his awareness, which added to his growing anxiety. At the same time, he didn't hold any disdain for women in general, the aspect of them making advances towards him, even in the smallest disenchanted Kurapika.

Maybe in the past, it could have been different, but he was fiercely loyal, and his heart belonged to no one else but Chrollo. Even though he lacked a ring on his finger - which may have been a huge reason why he drew so much attention - Kurapika knew it was an aspect that could change in the future. Because of it and the fact his lover had been just as faithful were the driving forces which kept him resolute.

And even then, he was utterly in love with the infamous thief who led the Genei Ryodan.

Kurapika tried to swallow the lump that had formed in the back of his throat, and the woman's piercing gaze caused him to arch unnaturally over the top of the cauldron, the rim now crushing painfully against his spine. The impulse to separate himself from Katarina was almost overwhelming, and Kurapika nearly shattered the canister holding the eyes when his arm became forcefully tight around it. He could practically feel the woman's breath on his skin; the sensation of it unnerving him further.

"You're right," he uttered, voice shaky, "I did have other reasons." Kurapika resisted every inclination there was to summon his chains. Several times the surface of cold metal had permeated the skin on his right hand, but neither time had they fully materialized. While he saw Katarina as a threat, the need to enact remained suppressed as he didn't want to strike her down. "Though I doubt you'd believe me even if I told you," Kurapika added a little more intractably this time.

Annoyance promptly etched over Katarina's features at the young man's blatant refusal to confess. A scowl twisted her mouth, and without warning, she snapped a hand forward to grasp his chin crudely. Kurapika jerked against her hold, but Katarina merely drew his face close to hers. "Know that I don't take too kindly to those who lie." She hissed, the tips of her nails threatening to breach the exterior of his flesh.

It was evident that Kurapika was hiding something, but getting him to break had become more complicated than she anticipated.

Then again, Katarina realized that she could take the situation one step further, but her patience was already starting to wane. If he persisted, she would be forced to use more drastic measures, and he was too pretty for what she had in mind.

She sighed in frustration and decided there was one more tactic she could try to make the young man talk when her gaze traveled down and saw something reflective. It took only a moment as she caught a quick glimpse of mahogany and silver, but when her grip reflexively tightened and caused his arm to move just enough, Katarina could identify what it was.

Infuriation surged within her like an unbridled flame.

Kurapika twisted from the force of the woman's grip on his face, and he reached up to grab her hand and pry it free when her fingers tightened without mercy. He continued to repel the idea of retaliating even though the situation had escalated. Again, Kurapika attempted to remove her hand from his face and was halted immediately.

If the situation continued for too much longer, then he would have no choice but to react. "Alright, I'll be honest with you. I simply wanted to know if the mystics from other villages differed from my own and see what methods they used—" His speech was abruptly cut off when those fingers constricted dangerously around the base of his jaw and nearly cinching off his throat. Kurapika instinctively pulled at her hand forcefully in sheer desperation.

"Still refusing to tell the truth, I see," Katarina tsked and squeezed even harder, the resulting pressure causing the younger man to scratch fervently at her skin. He coughed and sputtered, those icy blue eyes frantic and filled with urgency. "It appears that I will have to resort to using extreme methods, after all."

After the words left her supple lips, an elegant but intricate dagger manifested in the palm of her left hand, and she began to chant in a tongue that he wasn't familiar with. Instinctively, Kurapika struggled against her hold, the tip of the dagger coming dangerously close to his face before it pressed against his skin. He could feel the blade sink in as it penetrated his flesh while a thin trickle of blood streamed down over his cheek.

Panic welled inside of him, and the reality of the woman's real intention struck him with pure horror. He fought wildly against her, but Katarina's grip was intense, those fingers like a vice around his throat. Kurapika could feel the air leaving his chest, lungs burning as he could barely breathe. The chains on his hand fluctuated, and the lack of concentration kept him from focusing enough to keep them tangible. Minutes later, the shimmering silver evaporated, and Kurapika thought it would be the end when the tip of the dagger started to descend along the length of his cheek and jaw.

"Let go of me!" He commanded furiously. Warmth flooded over his neck as more blood flowed from the gash the woman made in his flesh. Kurapika groaned in pain, and he tried to jerk backward in an attempt to pry himself from her grip, but she only tightened it further, the blade of her dagger coming without hesitation against the side of his throat.

Wickedness burned in her eyes. "You're in no position to make demands." She growled and held it firmly enough to pierce his pale flesh again. "Had you spoken the truth, this could have all been easily avoided."

More trails of crimson bloomed against its silver edge and ran slowly down along his neck towards his shoulder, where it began to soak into his clothes. The sight made the young man thrash against her, yet this time more vigorously than before as it was evident that he was distressed. Watching him brought an iniquitous smile back to her darkened lips. Katarina then proceeded to get the tip of her dagger beneath his chin, the point coming to rest against his pale skin again. She was determined this time to show him just how far she would go when the man's flailing had caused the canister to begin slipping from underneath his arm.

The distraction caused a momentary lapse in her focus as she darted forward to catch it and save the precious eyes within, but the opening was all Kurapika needed to break away from her.

Swiftly, he snatched the container before it could fall and turned fluidly to deliver a roundhouse kick to the woman's right side. She immediately staggered, partially dazed, but recovered quickly. Kurapika slipped sideways to get out from in front of the cauldron and then stepped back to distance himself from her again.

He suppressed the pain that he felt from his wounds and summoned his chains, the cold metal coming to life once again on the top of his hand. "Stay back. Don't come any closer," Kurapika commanded, his eyes automatically flaring as they turned scarlet. "I would prefer not to hurt you." Then, he dropped into a defensive stance as several of the chains poised before him, ready to strike.

Katarina straightened herself and brushed off the dust from her skirts when she caught sight of the one thing that nearly whisked her breath away. The young man had eyes of blazing fire, similar to the ones that floated in the canister. It took her quite some time to regain her composure, but Katarina felt herself swell with excitement afterward.

Unbelievable as it seemed, he was the same as the people who could change their eyes to a bright, infallible scarlet. While sacred, in the old tales, it was said that those who could turn their eyes the color of rubies could open a gateway to the Gods. It also said they were majestic healers capable of performing miracles.

However, none were said to exist as they had all gone extinct some time ago, but standing before her was someone who altered that very notion.

She moved toward him again, the smirk on her face turning more sadistic with each step she took. "Then, what are you going to do, little rabbit?" Katarina brought the knife up to her mouth and licked the side of the blade suggestively. "From the way I see it, you're not in any condition to stop me."

Proceeding her declaration, Katarina darted forward, her dress flourishing as she quickly closed the gap between them once more. It was as if lightning had struck; the speed at which she moved was exponential. Before Kurapika even knew it, the woman was practically on top of him, the blade of the dagger flashing beneath the light as it was aimed directly at his chest.

It was so quick, and he barely had time to get out of the way. The tip managed to graze his left shoulder and caused pain to sear down his arm. Kurapika hissed, and his right hand automatically reached over to clutch the area where the wound was inflicted. He felt blood start seeping from the gash as crimson slowly began staining his clothes.

Kurapika swiftly recuperated, but not before the agony he felt made him briefly waver. Right when he did, Katarina raced at him again, her blade poised this time, ready to deliver a decisive blow. Seconds afterward, sparks were sent into the air as metal contacted metal, the sharpened end of the dagger connecting with his chains. The force of it was rattling, and Kurapika ground his teeth, the intensity of it causing him to strain. Katarina put all her weight behind the strike, and the sheer power of her will alone made it difficult to push her back. It was strange that, initially, he hadn't sensed any Nen within her, but her strength was beyond any form of human understanding.

Generally, those who had managed to unlock their aura nodes and brought forth their Nen exhibited superhuman abilities. On the other hand, Katarina appeared to be capable of such a feat, although there weren't any signs that she had already done so. Unless she was a master of using In, Kurapika wasn't sure how she could use such speed or counter him effectively.

And yet, figuring out that mystery was the last thing on his mind. Kurapika mustered every ounce of strength he had to push her back. The pain in his arm seared from the tension as every muscle strained to keep the mystic at bay, but Kurapika wasn't about to give in or let his opponent win.

Closer, her blade came to strike him down, and right before it could, he cast all his energy into one focal point, which gave him all the edge he needed. At the very last second, Kurapika thrust her away just enough so he could wrap his Dowsing Chain around Katarina's wrist before launching her into the air and sending her across the room. She let out a frantic scream as her back slammed into the far wall of the hut, the sound of her body connecting with the stone resounding throughout the area. She collapsed to the floor beneath her and groaned, the dagger slipping from her hand. Kurapika gasped for air, his body straining and coated in blood as he struggled to remain upright. Even his head was pounding.

The woman groaned again but managed to weakly lift her head, those green eyes quickly finding his. Katarina attempted to move, though her strength had ebbed away, and all she was able to do was watch him from where she lay.

"It's over," Kurapika uttered between breaths, his chains now dancing slowly around him. Once he felt steady enough to walk, he began making his way toward the door.

"It's far from over, little rabbit," Katarina cursed, her voice ragged, and Kurapika came to a halt right before he could exit. She attempted to stand again. "You won't get far, especially once the rest of the village learns of what you have done here." And without any warning, she launched herself at him again, the dagger already back in her hand. There was sheer desperation in her movements as she made one last attempt to bring him down, but such was only for naught.

Katarina grinned and came to a full stop before him as the wind suddenly got knocked from her lungs. It took a split second for her to realize what happened, but afterward, she quickly came to terms with the result. Her eyes found his own once more. By the Gods, looking at them was entrancing.

"The fight is over. You have failed." Kurapika's eyes flared for a fraction of a second before calming, though their scarlet hue never changed. His voice was indolent, apathetic, and he watched her with indifference, the ramification of what happened, barely drawing on his awareness. Kurapika was simply ready to be done with the situation.

She coughed weakly, blood spraying into the air before the droplets hit the ground. Katarina could feel her body slowly growing numb, yet, it didn't stop her from harboring a sense of satisfaction. The creature before her was genuinely exquisite. He was perfection at its finest. "I suppose that I have," Katarina uttered before looking down at her chest. "Your precision was accurate. I didn't even see it coming." Another cough tore from her throat, and she feebly tried to remain standing. Every part of her was growing so cold.

Gradually, Katarina's strength faded away as the last ounces of life were the only thing keeping her tethered to the world. Kurapika continued to watch with indifference, her vulnerability leaving him completely disinterested.

Eventually, Katarina lost her stability, and she nearly fell against him, unable to support her weight. The unexpected jerk in her movements caused Kurapika to have a sudden break from his detached state of mind, and the magnitude of what happened finally hit him all at once. His gaze quickly trailed down to see that his judgment chain had physically pierced the woman's chest. At any other time, it would have been to lay conditions on the person, but not with Katarina.

Shock, fear, and adversity flooded through him all at once, and he immediately withdrew his chain before lowering her to the ground. "Don't move or speak. I'll go and find help." Kurapika spluttered, virtually choking on his words. Disgust tore at his stomach, and he could feel the bitterness at what he had done upon his tongue. Never had he taken the life of a person who wasn't a Spider, and now a soul was about to be extinguished because of him. "Just hang in there a bit longer."

The sensation of a hand on his cheek stopped Kurapika in his movements, and he turned to face Katarina. A look of resignation was evident in her demeanor. "Don't worry about me. I have already accepted my fate." She whispered and stroked faintly over his skin. "Getting to watch you move was very intriguing. It was like seeing a divine being of purity and grace." Katarina coughed as her body continued to wither, every part of her slowly going numb. "Now, I can see why those akin to you are said to be connected to the Gods. You truly are magnificent." Katarina's hand fell away as what strength there was left had vanished. She managed to retain her smile despite that she didn't have much time left. After all, she would be dead soon. "Just know that you will always be hunted because of who you are, little rabbit."

With that, the last of her vitality dissipated, and Kurapika saw the life fade entirely from her eyes. Horror and trepidation struck him like a hammer, his mind reeling from the shock. For a long time, Kurapika sat there, unable to move, the significance of what happened more than he could bear. Eventually, Katarina's lifeless body slipped from his grasp, and all he noticed was the blood staining his hands. Kurapika was barely able to hold back the tears from threatening to break free.

An innumerable amount of time had passed before he could marshal enough strength to get up, but when he did, Kurapika dried the crystalline streaks from his face and composed himself once more. He cast one final glance toward where Katarina lay on the ground and quietly exited her hut.

Finding Chrollo and Amar was now a top priority. They had to get out of the village fast.

Kurapika secured the canister with the eyes beneath his cloak before deciding to take a few steps away. Then, he ensured no one was nearby and began heading back to their hut. With luck, his lover and companion were already there.

It didn't take long for Kurapika to get back, as fortunately, none of the villagers had stopped him along the way despite his appearance. He calmed the rapid beating of his heart and slipped carefully through the door flap.

Almost the moment he entered, two pairs of eyes had turned in his direction, and Kurapika sighed in relief.

"Ah, there you are, Kura. I was beginning to wonder if I should go search for you since it was starting to get late." Right after the words left Chrollo's mouth, he realized that Kurapika wasn't himself, and his gaze traveled from the younger man's face to his left arm. Immediately, Chrollo frowned. "You're bleeding, love. What happened?" He rose from his seat and went to his lover's side.

Whatever happened must have been drastic, considering that Kurapika was partially covered in blood. Just the sight alone sparked concern in Chrollo.

"I found them," Kurapika murmured and gingerly removed the canister from beneath his cloak. Afterward, he set it down on the small table in front of him. "I understand that I was supposed to wait, but they were right in front of me and-" There was a pause before Kurapika continued. He was aware that he failed to follow the plan. "Though, I had a run-in with their mystic." Kurapika swallowed thickly but calmed a bit when Chrollo's hand came to rest on his shoulder. The distress of the incident still weighed heavily on his mind. "She tried to stop me from taking them but was unsuccessful." Kurapika paused, his eyes meeting Chrollo's. "The woman is dead. I killed her."

Silence fell around the room after he finished speaking, and Kurapika breathed in to steady himself. Chrollo's hand tightened on his shoulder. It was times such as this where he was grateful that his lover was there. The older man indeed was a comforting presence.

Moments later, he sensed fur brushing against his leg and noticed that Amar had come to his side as well.

"Are you alright?" He questioned, head tilted to the side. Amar's ears laid back slightly. "Aside from the obvious?"

Kurapika turned away from Chrollo to face the young creature. Amar appeared concerned, which astonished him for a second time. "Yeah, I am, for the most part. That is if you don't count the few stab wounds I've suffered in the process."

Not even a second later, Chrollo took hold of Kurapika's arm and pushed up the sleeve after shoving the cloak aside. When he reached his lover's shoulder, Chrollo found what he was looking for.

"That… doesn't look too good," Amar added, voice critical as he peered up at the large wound adorning Kurapika's pale flesh. Blood had since dried and caked over the area, but the injury itself hadn't fully sealed over yet.

Chrollo got in closer and was able to tell the wound was pretty deep. Kurapika grunted when he pushed on it gently, though it was imperative to make it clot. Wordlessly, Chrollo leaned over to grab one of the cloth towels sitting beside a nearby washbasin and wrapped it around the younger man's wound. "Hopefully, that will help to stop the bleeding for now." Next, he drew the basin close, then used the water and another cloth to wash the injury marking Kurapika's face. Whatever skirmish it was that he had gotten into with Katarina must have been fierce.

Getting the rest of the dried blood off his lover's skin had taken some time, but afterward, Chrollo found some antiseptic among their things and used it to disinfect both wounds, then he properly dressed the one on Kurapika's shoulder.

The entire time, Chrollo was bothered by the aspect of what happened to Kurapika. Granted, the younger man was quite capable of fending for himself, but Chrollo still couldn't help but feel like he should have been there.

Every time Kurapika suffered was because of his neglect to stay by his lover's side. Just like Debron, the cult, and now Katarina, it seemed that Kurapika took the blow whenever they got separated.

Was it even possible some people had figured out the last remaining Kurta was attached to the head of the infamous Genei Ryodan? Would anyone go to such great lengths to use Kurapika as leverage against him?

The very idea burned Chrollo, not because he was worried about his enemies coming after him, but for Kurapika as he didn't want his lover to get mixed up in the cross-fire. Such a thought vexed him beyond recognition.

No one would ever bring harm to Kurapika or use him as a tool, and damn anyone if they tried to get between them. He wanted to protect Kurapika until his dying breath, and Chrollo vowed to bring the force of hell down upon anyone who dared to threaten that.

Slowly, the water turned a pale red, and Chrollo set the cloth aside after the last of the blood was removed from Kurapika's skin. Then, he summoned Fun Fun cloth to retrieve their belongings and the small bag of medical supplies with it. Chrollo carefully placed one of the patches they had over the wound on the younger man's cheek. A slender hand then came over his.

"It's alright. You've done enough," Kurapika whispered before smiling. It really was sweet what Chrollo was doing for him, but they had little time left. He was sure that one of the villagers would soon discover the body of their mystic. "I'll worry about myself later. We really shouldn't stick around for long."

Chrollo ceased what he was doing and looked directly at Kurapika. He could tell that Amar had done the same. A few seconds passed as Chrollo studied his lover's thin face, and the remembrance of what he said came to mind. Surprise laced Chrollo's features. "Did anyone see you leave Katarina's hut? Considering what happened, it has definitely complicated matters." He asked in an even tone. There was no denying that Kurapika was shaken up.

To think that his lover had just murdered someone not only surprised him but left him concerned as well. Naturally, Chrollo hoped to one day make Kurapika understand that death followed the Genei Ryodan and was part of who they were. Yet, this wasn't quite the way he wanted for it to happen.

Then again, Kurapika did what he did out of self-defense. It had to count for something, right? Yet, it dumbfounded him that his lover decided to act on such a whim.

Reluctantly, Kurapika rose once the older man had moved his hand and began fetching what little belongings they had been using. He expelled a pent up breath, chest still tight. "Forgive me for acting so rash," Kurapika responded and went to grab his satchel from one of the chairs beside the table. His fingers itched to take hold of the heart stone. At the current, he was going to need it. "But no, I made sure the coast was clear well before I left. No one saw me leave the area. Even still, once someone finds her, we will more than likely end up as prime suspects. The sooner we leave, the better." He attached the satchel to his belt and resumed gathering what was left.

It would only be a matter of time before someone checked on Katarina or went to visit her tent. Once someone discovered the woman, all hell would surely break loose.

Such a fact was undeniable, and Chrollo was fully aware that if they were to avoid conflict, escaping before it could happen was the way to go. He soundlessly reached over for the canister that housed the Scarlet Eyes and stowed it away within Fun Fun cloth along with everything else that Kurapika handed him.

After it was all secure, the cloth vanished back into his book. Chrollo's eyes then landed on Kurapika's hands as he noticed his lover fingering the satchel at his waist. "I understand your reasons, babe, although what you did has potentially jeopardized our mission." He carefully reached over to stroke along Kurapika's cheek before pulling away. "Just next time, we stick to the plan, okay?" He added while trying not to be overly critical even though he knew that his lover tended to react impulsively at times. It was an aspect the younger man would have to learn how to control eventually. "That said," he stated and rose as well, his gaze shifting from Kurapika to Amar, "I believe that we should take our leave now. There is no further reason for us to remain here anyway. We got what we came for."

Supervening his words, Chrollo headed towards the entrance once they nodded in agreement and cast the flap aside. The outdoors was bright, and it took a minute for his eyes to adjust to the light, but afterward, he could ascertain that no one was around.

Using a silent gesture, he motioned for them to follow, and carefully, Chrollo stepped outside. It was humid, especially for midday, but the heat didn't bother him despite the weight of his clothes. The flap rustled as Kurapika and Amar both slipped out beside him. Chrollo raised a hand to shield his eyes from the sun and rapidly located the village entrance. There definitely was no time to dawdle.

"This way." He pointed and began to move forward.

Footsteps echoed around them as they made a fervent trek toward the exit while trying to maintain a facade of anonymity. A few times, some of the villagers they passed by raised their heads and looked at them questioningly, but fortunately, none of them appeared to harbor any suspicion. If their luck held out, then it would be one less of a problem for them to endure.

Getting to the entrance was relatively easy, except for the couple of villagers that stopped them along the way to inquire if they were okay, but aside from that, nothing extreme happened. Chrollo paused just in front of the gate and turned to his lover and their companion.

"Almost there," Kurapika uttered virtually breathless, his expression full of urgency and eagerness.

"Yes. From here, we can hide within the forest as we continue heading towards the borders of Fallyne," Amar intoned and came up beside them.

Using the trees to conceal them would aid in a much smoother escape. Chrollo nodded towards Amar before glancing at the forest again. The sun was dipping lower in the sky, and soon, it would be night. A slight grin crossed over his lips. With the darkness, it would be even easier to hide. Pertaining that nightfall came before they could exit the forest.

For now, they just needed to get outside the village.

In one swift but fluid motion, Chrollo swiveled back towards the gate. He had to admit that he was as eager to be done with their current situation, just like Kurapika was. "Then, let's be on our way." He responded tonelessly and pushed through the entrance.

Meeting the trees once more felt odd - or was it strangely? - familiar. Chrollo effortlessly melded into the shadows between them. He could hear Kurapika and Amar do the same. Though not long after doing so, the ringing of shouts tore raucously into the air. The commotion made all three of them stop immediately.

"Raise the alarm! Our mystic is dead! We have to track down the one who killed her!"

"Has anyone seen the travelers? Their hut is empty, and they don't seem to be anywhere in the village!"

"We have to find them! They may be the ones who did this!"

"Gather a hunting party and search the forest surrounding the village! They couldn't have gotten far!"

"Don't let them get away!"

Kurapika exchanged looks with Chrollo and Amar, compulsion swelling inside him. "Shit! They are coming after us." He murmured, voice low. "We definitely can't stay here."

Gradually, the light among the trees continued to fade away, bringing about darkness. It wouldn't be too long before the sun finally rested below the horizon, but time was of the essence. They had to get moving. Chrollo shifted between Kurapika and the pup beside him. "The sun is setting, and it's almost nightfall. Once it does, the shadows will make it harder for them to find us, though we can't stop. We need to keep going until we at least get past the forest." He slipped further among the trees when the sound of footsteps began echoing around the edge of the village, foretelling that hunters would soon be invading the forest.

Without delaying further, Chrollo took off at a swift gait, Kurapika, and Amar right on his heels. The pounding beat of people running thundered in his ears, and it only encouraged him to speed up. Kurapika darted in and out of the foliage with graceful ease while Amar leaped majestically over each hurdle he faced. Slowly, the glow of the day vanished and was quickly replaced by night.

The voices from the hunters pursuing them raised in clamor like a rhythmic litany around them, making it hard to discern how close they actually were. Kurapika felt his heart palpitate rapidly in his chest, the sheer desperation to get away, driving him forward. He could see Chrollo pushing to do the same, although it sounded as if the hunters were closing in on them.

The forest seemed to stretch on forever.

"This way! I heard noises in that direction!"

"From the tracks left behind, they can't be too far ahead!"

Again, the voices of their pursuers rang throughout the forest, and with the rate they were going, it wouldn't be long before the men caught up with them. Kurapika picked up the pace, as did Chrollo and Amar, their one shred of hope laying just meters away.

What remained of the sun finally dissipated, and twilight painted the sky. Shadows cast their eerie reach over the area, blanketing the forest in complete obscurity.

As the night took over, so did their instincts. Chrollo put his skills of stealth to use, as did Amar. The lack of visuality didn't stop Kurapika since he was still able to navigate the trees. While that gave them more of an advantage, the hunters kept chasing them. The distance between them grew slightly wider, but it wasn't enough to ensure their safety. Because of that aspect, there was only one other thing to try.

Symbols the color of ink flared to life on the backs of Chrollo's hands, a faint glow surrounding them as each one came to life. The action made both Kurapika and Amar glance in his direction, but nothing stopped their gait. Escaping the forest was imperative.

He wasn't about to hesitate with his plan. Whether or not anyone following them got caught in the fallout was something he couldn't guarantee. The only thing at the forefront of his mind was getting Kurapika, their companion, and himself to safety.

Again, the voices began to close in, foretelling that what leverage they had was evaporating. It was apparent the hunters had surpassed their limitations and adjusted to the setback the darkness provided. If they didn't get out of the forest soon, it would be all over. Chrollo knew what he had to do.

Each tree they passed, he slapped his hands in succession against their trunks. Though it was necessary to hold them against his target for a minimum of three seconds for his skill to reach its full potential, getting a reaction only required a bare amount of contact. Images containing the same symbols appeared on several trees in his wake.

Chrollo continued affixing them to as many targets as possible, even after the edge of the forest came into view. Given the range, it should be enough to stop, or at least, slow down the hunters. Their rush to freedom was now in sight.

"We're almost there!" Kurapika shouted over the din that resonated through the brush.

They only had to make it a little further.

"Hurry! After them! We can't let them get out of the forest! If they manage to get across the river, we will lose them!" The voices of the men chasing them rose through the trees once more.

"We need to pick up the pace, or it won't end well for us." Amar implored, his paws slamming hard against the dirt as they closed in on the edge of the forest.

Running for the length of time they had, made Kurapika's chest burn, and his breaths came out raggedly. He wasn't sure how much longer he could hold out, but regardless of the strain, keeping up meant life or death. The darkness split the closer they got, and Kurapika knew it wouldn't be much further before they could end their little chase. Chrollo was looking worse for wear as well.

More and more, the shadows fell away, the brightness of the moon guiding their way, and in the next moment, they stepped back into a large clearing. Not wasting another second, Chrollo brought his hands together, and instantly, explosions rapidly discharged in succession throughout the forest. Screams followed, announcing that it had not only surprised the hunters but ensnared them as well.

Dirt, matter, and bark flew into the air, creating a massive cloud of debris. Several more loud shouts and cries encompassed the area before everything settled and went quiet. The symbols vanished from Chrollo's hands as Kurapika then turned to face him. "It was the only way." He simply commented to the young Kurta. No matter how his lover felt, Chrollo didn't regret his decision.

"I know." Kurapika never met the older man's eyes, but he already knew there was sincerity behind them. The tone of his voice let on that much.

Astonishment flickered over Chrollo's features but was gone instantly. He didn't expect Kurapika to be so accepting of the result. "With any luck, none of them got caught up directly in the blast." Chrollo paused, and his attention returned to the forest ahead of them again. The cloud had begun to settle, even though remnants of dust still hung in the air. "If it's any consolation, I didn't use the full extent of my skill." He hoped that knowledge was enough to ease Kurapika from any kind of anger or regret. The blond didn't need any more stress.

Despite his words, a stillness had fallen between them, and Kurapika utilized the time to reflect. Given the circumstances, what happened was a necessary facet for their survival though he was still in conflict with the method used. Kurapika was aware of the power Chrollo possessed and how devastating it could be. Just because it wasn't maximized did little to ease his contrition, but they had no other option.

What was done was done, and Kurapika came to terms with it. He breathed out as his heart found its usual rhythm once more, and he gently reached over to take Chrollo's hand with his.

"Don't worry, it's fine. You did what you had to," Kurapika commented, his focus remaining on the horizon ahead.

The act caught Chrollo off guard momentarily, but he quickly composed himself. Kurapika surprised him again, but the faith he had in his lover continued to prove itself, as little by little, he was coming around. Making him understand that was one of his primary goals.

It also made him even more confident that Kurapika would fit right in with his Spiders. He had the workings of a rogue, but also that of a warrior. The skill and lethal grace Kurapika possessed, along with his raw potential, made it even better.

But not only that, he loved and cherished Kurapika. It was another way to keep the younger man in his life without ever having to let go. Plus, it was another factor to aid him in letting go of his past and his pain.

"We should probably go," Amar finally said after a while, and both Chrollo and Kurapika nodded in consent.

They turned towards the river and set out to make the last stretch of their journey while not looking back.


After Thoughts: It had been a while since Chrollo or Kurapika had encountered any real danger, so it had been time for some actual conflict. While there were several different routes I wanted to take with this chapter, the direction it ended up going in not only seemed to have a fair amount of action and drama, but if I had gone with another idea I had with how I wanted to close this, the chapter would have gotten even longer, and that would have meant a longer upload time. Still, I think that, even though I didn't go with the initial idea I had, it still turned out rather decent.

I also had gotten the chance to do more emotional bonding between Chrollo and Kurapika, but also them with Amar. Since he is the newest addition to our boy's little operation team, the chance to developed further on Amar's character, plus his relationship with Chrollo and Kurapika was vital, which also contributed to how long this turned out. Though, it was fun to write some of the theatrics, especially Kurapika's outbursts.

The next update, won't be as action-based, but expect more emotional interaction between our three gutsy explorers, plus who and what Amar is (along with his kind) will be revealed as well.