A/N: Happy holidays dear readers! Fortunately, I managed to complete and release a chapter just in time for Christmas! Of course, it's not exactly a setting for the holiday season, but it's the perfect day to do some reading after having those stomach-filling meals and opening presents. :P Also, we are so close to the end of the year, which has been rough on everyone, but hopefully, everything will get better in 2021.

Once again, a huge thank you to SweetsDreamer, who managed to finish betaing this chapter in time for Christmas, and for all her continued efforts to help keep RoF clean and sparkly. Without her, I don't know where I'd be. ❤️❤️❤️

Summary: After their arrival in Gaspen, Chrollo, and Kurapika finalize their plans for retrieving the eyes from an action being held there. However, the situation turns awry after they have an unexpected encounter.


The following morning, Kurapika was quietly sitting at the small, wooden table while poking idly at his breakfast. His mind had wandered, although no particular thought stood out as he continued to ponder over everything that occurred during the last few months.

For him, it felt like a dream, one that was strange yet surreal, each one an experience he could never forget. Kurapika tried to bury them and move past the memories that haunted him, but like what happened with his clan, there were just some things that never stayed hidden.

A somber silence hung in the air. The other two presences in the room were no less quiet, though Chrollo looked over in his direction every so often.

"Are you not hungry, babe?" Kurapika looked up and realized that Chrollo was staring, his lover's eyes shining with undeniable concern. It was only natural for him to express such emotion. Usually, he would get left to handle specific problems without hindrance, but this was one time where Kurapika was grateful for it.

"It would have been better if the food wasn't so tasteless." He responded, blue eyes locking on him. "While I do prefer the stuff I eat to have minimal spice, this doesn't have very much flavor."

Of course, Kurapika knew he shouldn't have really expected it to be any different as the meal Chrollo provided was quick and simple, but he couldn't help that it didn't taste good like some of their more recent meals.

Though, wherever he had gone to get the food wasn't of high quality like the other places that Chrollo tended to buy from.

Or, on occasion, steal from.

The comment made Chrollo raise an eyebrow. He could see that skepticism evident on his lover's visage, but he couldn't blame Kurapika for his reaction. It seemed that all his pampering had caused the younger man to grow more accustomed to the finer things, even if he failed to admit it.

Chrollo reached for his coffee mug and raised it to take a draw from its contents. "I see," he commented, tone soft, "though, unfortunately, the options around here were pretty slim, so you have to forgive me if the food is mediocre."

Almost immediately, Kurapika scoffed at the answer, but instead of continuing to put up a fuss, he focused back on his plate. The breakfast, which consisted of an omelet with spinach, onion, and mushrooms, appeared tasty, but the flavor was bland to his tongue. Kurapika attempted another bite and made a face of disappointment. It was mediocre, without any doubt. "At this point," he stated, "I would have preferred rations over this. Even your cooking is better." The fork clinked on the plate as Kurapika resumed eating though he had to practically choke down his food.

Since he began this insane voyage, Chrollo had prepared several of their meals along the way. While Kurapika had been convinced that his lover couldn't have, in any way, obtained or learned cooking skills, the food was always surprisingly good. Compared to what he was eating now, Chrollo's meals were a delicacy.

There are… Other things about him that you also find are a delicacy.

Kurapika nearly stopped short, almost rigid in his posture at the sudden thought to cross his mind, and he attempted to prevent the heat from climbing up over his cheeks. How he was able to think such scatological things about Chrollo was utterly preposterous! Mainly when they had a crucial mission on the horizon. Now wasn't the time to let the blood rush to his groin. It seemed that Chrollo's promiscuous side had been rubbing off on him, and he hated it. Though, only because it came up at the most inopportune times.

Under different circumstances, he would have readily given in to his desires. Now, however? Kurapika grunted at the notion.

"Is that so?" Chrollo replied, a grin spreading across his face when he noticed the modicum of color accenting Kurapika's skin. Whatever had come to his lover's mind was enough to invoke some form of embarrassment. It made him curious. "I didn't think you cared for my cooking all that much. Guess I was wrong." Pausing, Chrollo got up in one graceful motion and drew his chair closer to the younger man's. He could sense Amar's eyes on him as he did so - the young Nacknar had been silent the entire time - but he merely ignored it. Chrollo then laid a hand on Kurapika's leg, but dangerously close to his groin. "Also, mind telling me what is on your mind, babe?" He questioned, tone filled with saccharin.

Kurapika raised an eyebrow after the older man drew his chair close. Then it startled him when he felt a hand come to rest on his thigh, but when Chrollo practically purred while asking to reveal what he was thinking about, it nearly left him flabbergasted. The nerve! In no way was he going to tell Chrollo anything lest he wanted to give his lover ideas.

Neither of them had time for that anyway. Plus, they weren't exactly alone. Kurapika's eyes succinctly trailed over to Amar before landing back on Chrollo.

How dare the bastard change the subject, and so casually.

"No," Kurapika grumbled and tried desperately to ignore Chrollo's hand as those fingers stroked slowly over the surface of his clothed skin. He didn't want to let it make him tremble, although the touch felt good. "It's not important, anyway. Besides, don't we have something important to discuss?" If his lover could change the subject on a whim, so could he.

Damnit, he wasn't about to let Chrollo derail their objective. There would be other chances for them to get frisky later. At the current, they had a target to locate and another pair of eyes to find. That was imperative and came before anything else.

The entire time, Amar had been watching the scene unfold between his two companions, and all the Nacknar could do was shake his head. He didn't fully understand human customs and behaviors, especially courting and mating, though he wasn't particularly interested in seeing both men get right down to the act.

It was evident both of them were aroused, as his instincts allowed him to detect such changes in other beings, yet, the idea of witnessing it just made him wince. Hopefully, they wouldn't do such personal acts in front of him.

He turned away from his own meal to address them. "I think Kurapika is right," Amar commented, a firm expression on his face. Even with his hollowed eyes, it was easy to tell he was serious. "If I recall, we came here to track someone down who possesses a pair of these eyes that you are both searching for. I think it may be wise to prioritize that."

Both men immediately turned to face him, and Amar tilted his head. Chrollo removed his hand without a second thought, and Kurapika silently thanked him. It embarrassed him further to wonder what impression Amar had gotten by watching their abrupt display. Again, a rush of heat spread over his flesh, crimson following it, but fortunately, it dissipated shortly afterward. Kurapika could only imagine what other notion it would have given their companion.

It made him curse Chrollo for it a second time.

"Agreed," Kurapika added and glanced over at Chrollo. "Not to mention, I do remember you mentioning the importance of the operation, and the necessity to plan for it. That is where we should focus our energy for the time being." He took another bite of his sapless food, then reclined back in his chair. The expression on Chrollo's countenance seemed to change. Good. Like himself, his lover knew when to take something seriously.

Chrollo hummed but offered no retort. Kurapika wasn't wrong in his assertion, as they had come to Gaspen for a reason. "Yes, it is true." He admitted and reached for his coffee. The caffeine really did help to calm his nerves. "And I have made a point to discuss it. Which should be done now, honestly." Arguing with Kurapika would have been futile. He sighed and resigned the outcome to bad luck.

In reality, his lover's goal was crucial. Only then would Kurapika be free.

"Great," Kurapika laid down his fork and reached for his cup as well. Like Chrollo, he enjoyed the warmth of coffee and the relaxation it provided. At least it was good, unlike the food. "You also mentioned having received all the details regarding our next target?" He inquired from over the rim of his mug. At times, he was grateful for Shalnark's insight and quick work even though he was still having a hard time accepting the blond spider. His overly cheerful attitude made Kurapika wary, but he appeared more ordinary than most of the others.

Machi was also another that he trusted more than anything - aside from Chrollo - and there was Shizuku as he still had no opinion of her, but they were the ones he felt the most comfortable around. The others? Especially that hotheaded Samurai? Kurapika clicked his tongue and shook his head. That grumbling oaf would be the last one to get over his animosity for sure.

While Kurapika understood it was no different for himself as he, too, had to look past what happened over seven years ago, he was practically confident it would be extremely difficult, if not almost impossible, for Nobunaga. The man wanted to slice him in half every time they saw one another. He also knew that Nobunaga took it the hardest when they learned he was going to join them and become a spider as well.

And it wasn't only that. While both sides were guilty of crimes that were downright despicable and unthinkable against the other, Nobunaga still had a deep-seated grudge against him for the death of Uvogin. Naturally, he felt the same way, as they were the ones who had taken his clan away, but even then, Kurapika was trying to move past it, while the Samurai refused to budge.

Even the short man, Feitan, who held an incredible amount of scrutiny, seemed more interested in how he planned to make himself fit in. It was more than he could say for Nobunaga.

Kurapika dismissed the notion of dealing with the Spiders, or future comrades as it wasn't of significance at the moment. He would deal with that bridge when he came to it. The next time he saw them, Kurapika vowed to figure out what he would do to gain acceptance.

For now, he had an objective and goal to complete.

"I did," Chrollo spoke calmly, and Kurapika let his attention fall on him. Those attractive grey eyes lingered on his own intently. "From what Shalnark had managed to find out, there is a local crime boss by the name of Reynar Michaels who apparently has two pairs of Scarlet Eyes in his possession. He also mentioned that Reynar is hosting an underground auction that other local syndicates will be attending to sell them off to the highest bidder. This, from my understanding, will be occurring in two days." Falling silent, Chrollo took another sip of his coffee while carefully evaluating Kurapika's reaction. Strangely, his lover didn't seem fazed. "I plan for us to infiltrate the auction by posing as bidders, then breaking away long before the auction even starts to locate and take the eyes." He concluded to give Kurapika a chance to parse the information provided.

Although the tactic was reminiscent of what transpired during Yorknew, hopefully, it wouldn't be enough to unnerve his lover with unpleasant memories.

Which didn't seem to be the case when Kurapika merely continued to drink from his porcelain mug. There was a slight frown on the younger man's lips, but he gave no indication that he was perturbed by the statement. Chrollo was relieved by that.

Minutes later, Kurapika set his cup down and watched Chrollo intently. "A crime boss you say?" He questioned, head angled slightly askance, though his voice was more firm than his posture. "And did you think about this a little more thoroughly than last time when we raided the home of a well-known mafia family?" Kurapika inquired, a suspicious expression on his visage. "As I distinctly remember how well that turned out." He furthered, though with a bit of vitriol to his words.

For the longest, he closely examined Chrollo as the anamnesis of their execution while in Nappon was still fresh in his mind. Although it happened some time ago, it was an event that Kurapika was unable to forget, mostly since it was the instance where Chrollo had nearly lost his life. While he trusted his lover to organize missions that were solid and well-executed, not every one of them had been properly thought-out, which left them at more than one disadvantage.

Preparing for and anticipating every possible outcome was vital to each objective they took on. This was no different. Considering what happened after he and Chrollo invaded the Moretti family, Kurapika couldn't help but feel a vein of concern.

Once again, they would be dealing with a criminal organization, which, granted, he realized wasn't a significant problem for the infamous Genei Ryodan. Though Chrollo didn't have his spiders with him, and it was just the two of them. Glancing over at Amar, Kurapika didn't know how much assistance he could provide as their companion wasn't exactly human and would be conspicuous. Unless Amar could utilize the shadows for stealth like the others of his kind did and give them some sort of advantage.

But even then, it seemed risky.

The doubt in Kurapika's voice was something that Chrollo didn't miss, but he just closed his eyes briefly as a result. "Is it that you don't trust me, angel?" He asked while feigning a look of hurt. "You know that I would ensure that nothing happened to us while on any mission, and I have definitely taken the time to anticipate any possible occurrence while on this job. Besides," Chrollo stopped momentarily to reach over and gently cup Kurapika's chin. A grin spread his lips. "Wasn't it you who didn't follow through with the plan while in Fallyne?"

Immediately, Kurapika became crestfallen. The frown on his supple, rosy lips deepened even more, and his eyes turned towards the table, his plate abandoned before him.

Although Chrollo didn't mean for his words to be harsh and only serve as a reminder of how they both had their fair share of mishaps, Kurapika seemed to take the notion hard. Chrollo went from somewhat amused to sympathetic and leaned over to kiss him gently, but slowly before he had the chance to say anything. "I'm sorry. My words were too blunt and insensitive. Forgive me beautiful." He whispered as sincerely as possible.

Kurapika breathed out and opened his eyes after Chrollo pulled away, the sensation of his lover's lips still upon his own. They tingled and left a pleasant feeling, which nearly made him forget about what had just occurred. "No need to apologize, my love. I understand why you said it, though I can't deny the truth behind it as well." Admitting that he had been wrong was hard, harder than almost anything else. Even harder than forgiving Chrollo for what he had done.

Still, he had nearly jeopardized all of them when he went up against Katarina as he did. Not only did he act recklessly, but he committed an unspeakable act, one that Kurapika knew he had to live with. Regardless that his life was in danger, the repercussions outweighed the reason. Or so he told himself.

If he had just run or waited and bided his time until there was an opening to escape, perhaps the situation would have ended differently. Kurapika reached up and gingerly touched the patch that still covered the area where his face had gotten sliced.

Even the wound on his shoulder still ached and was a constant reminder of his mistake.

Chrollo was a bit startled by Kurapika's sudden revelation, but he didn't attempt to contest the blond any further. Instead, he took hold of his lover's left hand and twined their fingers together. "You know that I don't entirely blame you for what happened. Sure, what you did was brash, reckless, and dangerous, but I know how important the Scarlet Eyes are to you, love. That is something I can't be angry for. You were only doing what you felt was necessary."

After the last word left his mouth, Chrollo brought both their hands to his lips and turned them enough to kiss the back of Kurapika's hand.

He was aware of his lover's trauma after the many encounters they had with treacherous people. Such instances had weighed heavily on Kurapika, and it worried him about what kind of lasting effects it would have on the younger man. Chrollo even remembered what their encounter with the mad scientist had done to Kurapika as the sick, twisted man planned on using his lover as a guinea pig for his crazy experiments. Unconsciously, his fingers tightened around Kurapika's, and Chrollo solidified his vow to always protect the young Kurta no matter the cost.

Hearing the confession made Kurapika feel a sense of comfort as he always struggled with the mental stress of everything he had been through. Not only was he dealing with his past, but also everything that happened since the beginning of their journey to reclaim the eyes. Kurapika closed his own eyes again when Chrollo's lips contacted his skin, the gesture comforting.

Maybe he wouldn't be able to forgive who Chrollo used to be, but Kurapika loved who he was now.

And it was something that Kurapika never wanted to let go of.

His fingers reflexively curled even more around Chrollo's, the tears Kurapika wanted to shed threatening to break free. "Chrollo…" He whispered, moved by his lover's words. There was genuine compassion and a look of sincerity in Chrollo's eyes, one that Kurapika never would have thought to exist, but it was there. And he adored that about the man, how his lover was only human. It was one of the many reasons why Kurapika gave his heart to Chrollo. "I…"

The pad of a finger getting pressed to his lips stopped Kurapika from talking, and Chrollo pulled the digit away to look down into his resplendent blue eyes. "Don't speak any further. There is no need as you don't have to apologize." Once the last word left his mouth, Chrollo leaned in to recapture Kurapika's lips, but the sound of coughing halted him in his tracks.

"Is it really necessary to do that now?" Amar said flatly and raised off his haunches to fully stand. He understood that Kurapika was stressed, afflicted, and mentally drained, but for them to get affectionate in front of him made Amar shake his head. "Don't we have some information to go over and details to work out?"

Without hesitation, Chrollo sat back while Kurapika turned his head to avoid showing the flush accenting his cheeks. Again, Chrollo frowned as he was disappointed to cease his playtime with Kurapika, but it was something they were unable to do without being alone. Alas.

His lover appeared to feel the same, though Kurapika was more embarrassed than not. The blond was particular when it came to showing affection in front of others as he was a relatively private person, but Chrollo respected that about him.

"You're right," Kurapika responded, and Chrollo turned to look at his lover, somewhat surprised. "We came here for one reason, and that was to track down the Scarlet Eyes. Anything else outside from that can most definitely wait."

It wasn't unlike Kurapika to say that. Chrollo's astonishment dissipated and was soon replaced by an amused grin. His lover never missed an opportunity to divert any unwanted attention when possible, especially when displaying affection.

Chrollo carefully unwound his fingers from Kurapika's and moved his hand away. They could always go back to what they were doing once their mission was complete. Surely his lover would need it all, considering. "I won't argue with you there." He confirmed and picked his mug up to finish off what remained within it.

A chill air hit Kurapika's skin and made him instantly aware of how much he missed the contact that he shared with Chrollo, but they really needed to focus. He sighed and turned to face his lover. "Alright then," Kurapika began, and he went back to debating on how they were going to handle their current situation. "How exactly are we going to attend this private auction? You said that we are to pose as potential bidders, but have you considered there may be a list of which syndicates each guest will be from?" Kurapika narrowed his eyes almost accusingly, hoping Chrollo had considered that notion as one possibility.

There were so many factors to consider while taking the opportunity to invade an underground auction that was run by a crime boss, no less. Granted, it was no different from when Chrollo and the Genei Ryodan hit the one run by the Mafia in Yorknew city, but once again, the spiders weren't here to assist them. It was just the two of them, and they had to be careful.

Well, three of them if Amar was able to help in any way.

It took several moments before Chrollo responded, and he quietly hummed while formulating what to say. "I have already considered that factor, babe." He stated with absolution before setting his empty mug aside. Chrollo then reached for the steel pot that sat at the center of the table and poured himself more. "Shal had also come through with the entire guest list. Altering that will be easy so our names can be added to it."

Kurapika raised an eyebrow at Chrollo's profession, clearly surprised by the idea. He didn't think that his lover would have gone to that extent a second time. "And you're confident that won't raise anyone's suspicions?" Kurapika looked intently at the older man.

While it sounded good and practically fool-proof, he wanted to be sure that neither of them would get detected before they had the chance to retrieve the eyes. Most syndicates were familiar with each other's members.

The question made Chrollo smirk. "Naturally, Kura my love. There is a lesser-known syndicate called the Hades Ring, which formed a lot more recently, and not all of its members are widely known yet. Shal has already begun procedures with getting our names listed as them."

"Are you sure no one will realize that both of you are not from that particular faction, or the list was tampered with?" Amar abruptly inquired, and Chrollo's attention landed on him.

It was an aspect that he hadn't expected either of them to question, much less Amar. Although he went to great lengths to ensure that neither of them would be detected, the fact their companion had raised his concern was amicable. Chrollo didn't like to always be questioned about his motives, but he continued to be honest to maintain trust with Kurapika. "Extremely. There are measures I have taken to minimize the possibility of someone finding us out. Shalnark already intercepted the invites that were getting delivered to the Hades Ring and destroyed them. Another letter was sent in its place to the syndicate leader stating the auction has been delayed to a later date. However, our names will be in place of the ones initially selected, which gives us a chance to get inside without much issue."

Chrollo again took a moment to evaluate his lover and their companion, curious to their exact response. Amar seemed contemplative, whereas Kurapika remained uncertain. Either way, they were going to proceed according to plan.

"There won't be a problem with anyone from the Hades Ring right? What if they found out someone duped them?"

Silence enveloped the room right after Kurapika made his inquiry, and both he and Amar locked eyes with the older man. The prospect of someone from the Hades Syndicate finding out they were deceived was a real possibility, which concerned Kurapika. What if that were to happen before they could track down the eyes? His lips pursed into a thin line.

"It shouldn't be a problem either, love. The Hades Ring, while considered a local syndicate, isn't one based out of Gaspen. They have a major foothold in Leto, which is a city several kilometers to the north of here." Chrollo finished adding cream to his coffee before a mild amount of sugar then took a sip. The warmth of the liquid soothed his throat. "Other than attending the auction that Reynar is hosting, the Hades Ring has no other reason to come to Gaspen." He gently set the cup down, his posture casual, nonchalant. Chrollo retained confidence in not only his skills but that of his comrades.

With how long his lover has been with him, the younger man should be fully aware of that by now. Plus, Kurapika should readily trust in his instincts.

He wasn't a criminal mastermind for nothing.

Kurapika raised an eyebrow at Chrollo's extreme credence, but he merely coughed then mirrored the older man's example and decided to get more coffee for himself. With how the situation was going, he needed it.

From the corner of his eye, Kurapika could see Amar watching them curiously, though it seemed their young, Nacknar companion was ruminative. "Hopefully none of them find it strange for the auction to get delayed, and decide to look into it. Should that happen, then it would definitely not bode well for us or this mission." Amar added with firm resolution.

To him, there still seemed to be a chance the syndicate that Chrollo was attempting to mislead could very well find out something was wrong and try to intervene. If such were to happen, there was so much that could go awry. After what happened in Fallyne, they needed to be even more cautious.

What Amar said invoked Kurapika's attention as he practically agreed with it. The sketchiness with certain aspects of their plan had him concerned. He just couldn't shake the notion that something was bound to go wrong, and considering their overall track record since the beginning, Kurapika wagered it wouldn't go as smoothly as they believed it would.

Still, he retained faith in Chrollo's abilities. His lover was far too calculating and intelligent to make vital, crucial mistakes like that. And besides, it wasn't as if the Spiders, or well, Shalnark, had decided against helping them. To a fault, Kurapika was grateful for the tech geek's assistance.

"Agreed. If all goes according to plan, then no one in the Hades Ring will question the notice about the delay. I just pray that is the case. Unless you happen to be familiar with the leader or its members, going this route is definitely a shot in the dark."

The room seemed to chill, but only momentarily, and Kurapika trembled slightly. It felt like his instincts were still telling him that something wasn't quite right, but he quelled it nonetheless. Chrollo was a great tactician regardless, as he demonstrated back in Yorknew, so the likelihood of their mission failing was slimmer than if it had been done without him. Most of their objectives had a higher success rate when Chrollo was the one to formulate them.

So, there was that.

Again, Chrollo raised his cup, but he kept his posture at ease. The concern both his lover and Amar had was valid, but he wished that Kurapika would at least entrust his knowledge more than he did. "It's a much newer syndicate, so information on them is limited, but from what I was able to gather from my own research along with Shalnark's, the leader, Zeke Novo, isn't too heavily invested in the illegal activity that occurs in Gaspen. He maintains diplomatic relations with Reynar Michaels mostly because of the local underground arms trade and the gambling rings, but that is about it." He leaned back and stretched. It was annoying how stiff his body was getting from sitting so long. Chrollo was astonished that he didn't realize it before.

Since he, unfortunately, didn't have the abundance of time to thoroughly research the local syndicates, his knowledge was limited to what he could dredge up on short notice. Chrollo just wagered it was enough for them to complete their assignment and get out of Gaspen before shit had the chance to hit the fan.

The sound of humming reached his ears, and Chrollo shifted his gaze to be entirely on Kurapika. It appeared that his lover had changed from utter scrutiny to contemplation. As it stood, what they had thus far was their best chance. Perhaps the young Kurta also realized that.

"Alright," Kurapika began, his supple lips pursing against the rim of his cup. The way he took a drink was alluring. Everything the young man did was no less than scrumptious. Chrollo swallowed hard but retained his focus. "I will consign to the fact you have everything meticulously detailed down to the very letter and that our chances of success are greater than any possibility of failure. I still have my reservations, so does Amar, but if you think there won't be any issues, then let's proceed with this plan."

Kurapika couldn't help that he was having difficulty placing his faith in a situation that felt more underrated than not. Like the Mafia, these syndicates were not exactly fools and had a tendency to spot deception a mile away. It had been proven repeatedly during his many encounters with the Mafia, but nonetheless, Kurapika was ready to take on the prospect without hesitation.

In truth, when it came to the eyes, he would jump straight into the lion's den to retrieve them, and damn the risks.

"Well, it's decided then," Chrollo announced and inclined forward, his fingers interlacing together once the cup he held was placed on the table. There was still a hint of dissidence on Kurapika's features, plus the tension that still lingered in the room. It wasn't hard to pick up on, but it was something that he understood. "The auction is in two days' time, so for now, we will gather more information about Reynar Michaels, the underground auction, and the Hades Ring. With that kind of extensive knowledge, the situation should work in our favor."

Afterward, Chrollo finished off what remained of his coffee and proceeded to rise from his seat. Both Kurapika and Amar watched as he did so, their gazes weighing but fixed. The uncertainty regarding their mission was evident, but it was something he couldn't fault them for, especially Kurapika. Even for him, it was hard to refrain from letting his own doubt show. It was a quandary they had to deal with. There was really no other option.

Like all their past objectives, they had to place faith in their skills and in each other. No matter what, regardless of circumstance, they would retrieve the eyes.

"I just hope all goes well. Though, I pledge to do everything that I can to assist you during this excursion." Amar testified, then motioned to stand closer to both of his companions. He quickly suppressed his dubiety. "With any luck, there won't be a repeat of last time," Amar added firmly.

The words sparked a brief look of dejection in Kurapika's expression and posture, but it disappeared in the next moment. He merely nodded in averment to the statement that Amar made, his blond locks swaying before his visage. At least he was consenting.

With that, all three of them began preparing for their raid on Gaspen's underground auction. It was a risky and dangerous gamble, but they had no choice with the Scarlet Eyes as a factor. Besides, if Kurapika's goal was to be fulfilled, reclaiming them was crucial no matter the cost. Chrollo was determined to help Kurapika move on with life, and completing that was the only way. His lover had no plans of doing so otherwise.

After all, once it was over, they could finally get some much-needed peace and rest. It was an outcome that was worth the trouble. The love he had for Kurapika was deep enough to see it through.


The drone of voices reverberated around the area as several groups of men dressed in crisp, three-piece business suits, and women in cocktail dresses, tarried about. Some of them were holding drinks, while others casually ate on the hors d'oeuvres that servers handed out. A gentle breeze whisked about the area as the slight cold it brought was soothing yet hard to ignore.

Kurapika surveyed the people around him with mild interest. While it was easy to ignore the fact they were actively part of the criminal underground, the aspect that he felt somewhat out of place gave him a sense of unease. His time in the Mafia, notably within the Nostrad family's service, made it simple to deal with those like them, but even then, he was only using them as he did with the Mafia back when he initially began his search.

The mission he, Chrollo, and Amar were on had one task only—the Scarlet Eyes.

He cast another glance around the area and immediately spotted his lover. Kurapika frowned slightly. The realization that Chrollo was milling about while tenuously chatting with random people - which included women - annoyed him.

A few times, some of the ladies that were gracefully flitting about the crowd tried to flirt with him, but he merely waved them off. It was bad enough that women were drawn to him because of his appearance, but it didn't stop the few remote lubricious stares that he got from some of the men as well. Kurapika sniffed; oh how Chrollo hated it when anyone looked at him wrong, but now the man was fucking around, and it pissed him off.

It wasn't as if they were attending the bloody auction just to chat!

"I can't recall ever seeing you before." A voice called to him, and Kurapika turned to see a light-brown haired man with amber eyes and a goatee watching him. There was an amused expression on the man's face as he twirled the wine within an intricate glass that he held. "Your face is definitely unfamiliar. I assume you're attending the auction?" He added, the question prominent in his voice.

Kurapika quickly noticed the newcomer's stance and the air of esteemed confidence around him. While he didn't detect any traces of Nen in the man's aura, there was a strange amount of intense energy about him. It was something that Kurapika found strange, but from the sensation he got, the man was more than likely someone of high stature.

He pursed his lips and locked eyes with the unknown man. "Yes I am," Kurapika responded, his tone firm. "My companion is also with me, though he is communicating with the patrons from the different syndicates."

The grin on his face seemed to expand, and Kurapika nearly thought the man had figured out who he actually was. Kurapika maintained his guise regardless of circumstance; he couldn't falter now when they were getting so close, but he kept his eyes locked on the man who gave off a vulturous demeanor. It was uncanny with just how many people they had encountered that were either insane or predacious. Though with the nature of the mission they were on, it was bound to happen.

Getting involved with those from the underworld was no exception. Kurapika knew that, and yet, he was still amazed by how often it happened.

However, the unknown man also gave off the impression of being debonair—someone that was used to talking smoothly and getting what he wanted. Many in the Mafia and other criminal organizations were much the same, which didn't surprise him in the least. Yet, the more Kurapika thought about it, how the man acted seemed oddly similar to someone else he knew.

It was very much the same way Chrollo behaved early on during their encounter in Ti'alma. Then again, Kurapika thought to himself, Chrollo tends to act that way all the time. The very idea made him shake his head, but the resemblance was somewhat amusing.

The man hummed and closed his eyes for a second. He gave the liquid in his glass another twirl before bringing it close to his lips. "I see," he commented and took a sip, "you must be from the Hades Ring, I take it?"

How perceptive. Who exactly was this man? Kurapika's curiosity grew the more he spoke with the man. Even then, he couldn't help but feel an indiscriminate presence of superiority in the man across from him. His posture alone continued to imply that.

"Yes. My comrade and I are here on behalf of Zeke Novo." Kurapika answered calmly, his expression unchanged. Remaining impassive was vital. "Our boss has expressed an interest in the Scarlet Eyes." The smile on the man's lips grew but a fraction at his response, though Kurapika remained unperturbed. It only made him interested in knowing the man's identity even more.

"Ah," the man tittered, almost cheerily, "the very same reason that everyone else here is attending the auction." Gracefully, he turned to face those standing around them, the prattle of voices continuing. "The Scarlet Eyes. Notorious for their unparalleled beauty and rarity, which are products from the now-defunct Kurta clan. Their value is beyond measure and highly sought after. Only thirty-six pairs are said to exist, and to own one is a privilege." Again, he rotated the glass in his hand, almost as if he was playing with the liquid inside. "Whoever wins the two that are getting auctioned off tonight will be lucky indeed." The man added smugly.

Right away, Kurapika felt his indignation beginning to rise; just the mere thought of his people's eyes getting treated as mere objects for one to possess instigated his virulence. The man's arrogance alone was enough to provoke his exasperation.

He could sense the heat rising over his skin, and Kurapika ground his teeth. Thankfully, Chrollo suggested earlier that he wear contacts to mask his eyes should he lose his composure. Considering the kind of situation they were dealing with, Chrollo figured it was possible and that wearing them was a better idea.

Which turned out to be a good thing as Kurapika was sure that his eyes had temporarily changed.

Before he could actively respond, the man turned to face him again, this time, with a more apologetic expression on his visage. "Oh, forgive me, I should introduce myself. My name is Reynar Michaels. I run this city, though I am sure that you have already heard of me. Welcome to my underground auction." The rim of his delicate glass came to those thin lips again as he savored the alcohol within. Reynar then lowered it. "May I ask what your name is? Also your comrade's?" He stated while glancing in the direction where Chrollo stood.

Kurapika immediately stiffened at the name. The last person he expected to run into was the very person who was running the auction, especially with how perceptive the man appeared to be. Again, Kurapika could sense his caution rising - if their cover got blown now, it would all be over.

With any luck, Reynar wouldn't suspect that he and Chrollo weren't who they were said to be. "I am Kurapika Brown and my companion is Kuroro De'Lestro." There was a pause as he continued to suppress his anger; it was unwise to let his vexation show. Soon, they would track down where the eyes were held and leave before anyone noticed. He just had to bid his time.

The smile on Reynar's lips expanded, and he instantly extended a hand. Kurapika gazed at it with fleeting scrutiny before taking it firmly. The handshake lasted only seconds. "I see. It's a pleasure to have you both join us tonight. However, I should excuse myself. It's nearly time to begin, and there is much that needs my oversight. I wish you and Zeke the best of luck."

Reynar then turned on his heel and sauntered off without another word. The man disappeared into the crowd moments later, and Kurapika was left to ponder the man's cryptic words. Although peculiar, it was hard to ignore the fact that Reynar took delight in others' misfortune.

Again, Kurapika grit his teeth. It was men like him that made the world a rather insufferable place.

He would use them, just like the Mafia, to achieve his goals. They were all horrible people in his eyes and the same as pawns on a chessboard. If manipulating people like them is what it took to acquire the eyes of his clan, then so be it. Nothing was too small when it came to that.

Right then, Kurapika felt a weight on his shoulder, and he shifted to find Chrollo standing beside him. His lover had an inquisitive look on his face, which made him expel a pent up breath.

"Who was that, babe?" Chrollo asked, curiosity in his voice. His hand lowered afterward, and he then proceeded to take a sip from the glass that sat betwixt the fingers of his other one. It didn't surprise Kurapika that his lover had quickly taken to the wine. He had a penchant for it, after all.

Kurapika glanced over at the area where Reynar had vanished, then returned his attention back to Chrollo. "That was Reynar Michaels. Honestly, I didn't think the man would be so eccentric, or that he would mingle so casually with those of lower stature than he." Kurapika said though he grunted when his lover raised an eyebrow and grinned. Damn him.

Hearing the name of their target surprised Chrollo. He didn't expect either of them to come across the man so soon, if at all. The closest he thought Reynar would get to any of them would be when it was time to announce the auction. And even then, he thought the man would use a proxy for that. If he was getting closely involved, it could prove to make the situation more difficult for them.

Chrollo hoped that wasn't the case, but it wasn't going to stop a master thief such as him.

The wine was smooth and tasted good going down. Chrollo watched Kurapika from over the rim. "So it seems that our local kingpin has decided to mingle with the other syndicates." He stated, grey eyes locked intently with his lover's. The younger man appeared slightly flustered. "I am not sure if that is a good or bad sign. Though, once we get inside, we will have about an hour to find the eyes before the auction starts."

It wasn't a lot of time, so they, unfortunately, had to act fast and be quick. Kurapika scanned the building's exterior; it was rather large, and the eyes could be located anywhere within. There was also the matter of searching the place undetected. Both of them couldn't afford to get caught, especially while they were scouring the interior rooms.

One wrong move and everything could quickly come crashing down. They had to be quick but also careful.

He sniffed. How it was going made Kurapika like the situation less and less. The sooner they found the eyes and vacated the area, the better.

"An hour isn't a lot, and with how big the place looks, it could possibly take us longer to actually locate where the eyes are." Kurapika reached over and plucked the wine glass from Chrollo's grip. He then brought it to his mouth and took a long drink.

Usually, he didn't consume anything beyond coffee, water, and tea as it was all that he ever really cared for, but at the moment, Kurapika knew he needed it.

Surprise wormed its way over Chrollo's features when Kurapika abruptly took the glass from his hand, but a grin formed on his lips when the younger man practically drained its contents. Kurapika wasn't one for alcoholic beverages, but witnessing his lovely blond cut loose made him smile even if just once. "That is why we have to be swift and precise. While I am not keen on the idea of us splitting up," Chrollo added, the memory of what happened during their excursion in Debron's mansion making him concerned, "we may have to if we are to effectively maximize our time. Given the circumstances, it's best we increase our chances anyway we have to." He finished and drained the remainder of his wine after Kurapika handed it back to him. A few minutes later, one of the servers meandering around the crowd came by, and Chrollo handed the man his empty glass.

It didn't fully help to ease the discomfort of being separated from Kurapika as he didn't know just how he would react if something happened to his precious love, but what choice did he have when the odds were always stacked against them?

The incident in Fallyne didn't help either, though Kurapika had managed to handle himself. Still, each scenario had a negative outcome, and that was one thing they were trying to avoid.

If luck was on their side this time, their mission would succeed without a hitch.

"Of course, I get what you're saying. We have to be fast considering the circumstances." Kurapika conferred. He had since realized what they were up against. It was evident from the very start. "And while I know you don't like the fact that I would be separated from you, my love, I would prefer to complete this mission quickly." There was another pause as Kurapika closed his eyes. It seemed the wine was somewhat affecting him. "Also, I assume that Amar is still positioned to help us in case we need him?" He managed to finally make his inquiry while canvassing the area for signs of their Nacknar companion.

Without realizing it, Kurapika's hand came to rest on Chrollo's shoulder as he had nearly lost his balance, the effects of the alcohol, causing slight inebriation. After he managed to steady himself, Kurapika was met with two grey eyes staring at him with concern. There was a slight frown on his lover's lips.

"Are you alright, babe?" Chrollo vocalized hastily, his arms coming around the blond to keep him stable. "You faltered for a second."

Kurapika gripped onto his lover's arm and breathed in slowly. "Yeah, I'll be fine." He murmured while gradually regaining his composure. It was evident he couldn't hold his liquor well. But even then, Kurapika didn't regret it. The wine tasted good, and it helped to quell his anxiety.

The quick response made Chrollo tilt his head slightly. Although Kurapika mentioned he was okay, Chrollo detected a hint of deception in the younger man's voice.

Perhaps his boo didn't have the tolerance for alcohol after all. "Are you sure, angel?" Chrollo questioned. He was still equivocal regarding his lover's honesty.

"Yes, I am certain."

Chrollo hummed, but he didn't push the issue further. Instead, he let go of Kurapika before taking a step back. "I see. Alright then, I'll take your word for it." Right as the words left his throat, the sound of a loud voice echoing through the area drew his attention.

"Attention guests. Please head inside, and to the main ballroom where this evening's auction will take place. The event will commence in just a little over an hour."

A loud clamor rose over the area as the members from every local syndicate - both men and women - began meandering towards the large glass doors at the front of the building. Chrollo watched the small throng as the people moved past him and Kurapika, while thankfully not paying them any mind.

He leaned in close to the younger man's ear before whispering into it. "To answer your question from before; yes Amar plans to help. He's hiding nearby in case we need him when we go to make our escape." Chrollo commented before backing away.

Immediately, Kurapika scanned the foliage near him and spotted two sets of barely visible red eyes diligently watching them. It was surprising that no one else noticed the young creature, but it was good he remained so well hidden. If worse came to worst, Amar was there to help them.

Before he could draw anyone's suspicions, Kurapika nodded and turned away from where Amar was concealed to face the front of the building.

There was a steady stream of syndicate members flowing in, and to a fault, it was almost picturesque. "Alright then. Let's go." He uttered softly and began making his way to the entrance where the auction was getting held with Chrollo at his heels.

A short time from now, they would be conducting their search for the eyes while racing against the clock to find them. Pertaining that everything went according to plan, he and Chrollo would have them without incident, and they would end up back at their hotel before the shit could hit the fan.

It was a lot to ask for, but Kurapika stayed resolute and that it would all work out for them in the end.


"Will all attendees here for the auction, please enter the main ballroom. The event will commence in thirty minutes."

The voice over the speaker was loud and concise. Kurapika had managed to slip down one of the hallways that led to several backrooms, though at one point, he had to duck into an empty one when the sound of footsteps echoed ahead of him. He was able to hear a few men talking - who were probably part of Reynar's syndicate - that made him err more on the side of caution.

Unfortunately, neither of them had mentioned the Scarlet Eyes' location, which only served to frustrate him. It had already been thirty minutes since he and Chrollo began their search, and so far, neither of them had turned up with anything. Kurapika clicked his tongue, clearly short on patience as the longer it took to find the eyes, the greater the possibility was they would miss their chance or end up getting caught. He already believed that Reynar was suspicious of him from the start, but so far, the man hadn't enacted on that whim, so it left Kurapika entirely uncertain.

He gradually edged out from the room he had taken refuge within and carefully slipped back out into the hallway once he finished inspecting it. So far, nothing. Kurapika sniffed and realized several more rooms still needed to be checked, so he proceeded towards them, hopeful that one of them contained the eyes he had been seeking.

Quietly he crept down the dimly lit hallway, his feet barely touching the floor, although his shoes connected easily with the plush carpeting. When Kurapika reached the next closest room, the sound of shuffling caused him to abruptly halt in his movements as his slender hand hovered just above the door handle.

Instinctively, thin, silver chains manifested on his right one, and Kurapika slid fluidly through the entryway. Moments later, another set of men came walking down the hall, their voices echoing off the walls. Kurapika listened to them intently through the door as they drew closer, the rhythm of his beating heart thumping loudly in his ears. It was nearly impossible to suppress the apprehension that he felt, even as the threat of getting discovered grew more likely.

As the voices drew closer, he stood still with bated breath. Yet, the men motioned past him just as effortlessly as the two before them had. Kurapika waited until there was not another sound before releasing the air that he had been holding.

His back contacted the door with a thud, and Kurapika unconsciously tugged roughly at his suit. That was the second time where he had a close call, but with how many syndicate members were stalking around the area, he began to wonder if Reynar thought that he and Chrollo were up to something.

Perhaps Reynar did suspect that someone was out to steal from him.

It took Kurapika a few moments to recollect himself, but he pushed away from the door and peered into the dimly lit room before him. Kurapika first noticed the stark composition as most of the items inside were plain and of little value. Multitudes of shelves sat along one side, while a few stacks of boxes sat in the corner on the other. In the back were several frames leaning against the wall next to another shelf made out of metal.

Many strange items were scattered about the room, across the shelves, even on the floor and near the boxes. Kurapika stepped a little further inward, his eyes trying to focus on his surroundings when they landed on something familiar.

He squinted and peered into the darkness, his brain trying to process exactly what it was that he saw. The object seemed to glow, unearthly, ethereal, and hued in crimson, its presence like a ghostly reminder of the past. Two orbs gazed into his soul, judgmental and scrutinizing as if they were condemning him, and Kurapika felt a brief pang of misery, their suffering clenching his heart.

Shaky fingers reached forward, the glass beckoning him to touch it like a silent calling, and Kurapika fought back his emotions once the tips contacted the surface of the container. He instantly drew it close, sorrow lacing his features, but now wasn't the time to get sentimental. Gingerly, Kurapika took hold of the frame that held two glass cylinders containing eyeballs and clutched it tight. He then murmured something incomprehensible before standing to search for the other pair, which he realized seconds later was sitting a few meters away on the metal shelving.

Kurapika rose and went to retrieve it when his ministrations were abruptly cut short, and he raised an arm up to shield his eyes when the lights in the room suddenly flashed brightly.

"It appears I was correct in my supposition that someone was trying to steal from me." A voice rang out from behind, and Kurapika pivoted around to see several men standing in the doorway. He grunted and backed up, his eyes immediately landing on a face that he recognized. Reynar Michaels. "Though, I didn't think it was specifically the Scarlet Eyes." Following his words, Reynar made a gesture, and several of the men that came with him pushed into the room, their guns raised and pointed directly at Kurapika.

Casually, he strode forward and positioned himself before where the blond had fallen, his amber eyes boring into the other man's brown ones. "The eyes don't belong to you," Kurapika blurted out defiantly, and without warning, a foot came swiftly towards his side, knocking him over. Pain surged through Kurapika's body as he hissed in pain.

Reynar hummed. "Now, who says they aren't?" He smirked and bent down to look at the man before him face-to-face. "Also, why don't you tell me precisely who you are? It's evident that you are not a member of the Hades Ring."

Astonishment twisted Kurapika's visage almost the moment after Reynar spoke, yet, he only watched the man with disdain. The chains on hand tinkled as if they were beckoning for him to unleash them, but he resisted the urge. "Why should I tell you anything?" Kurapika snapped and was again knocked to the side. One of the men that entered with Reynar snickered while rubbing his fist. The other men surrounding him made sure the safety releases were turned off on their weapons.

His temerity amused Reynar, but it also showed just how much opposition the blond man was willing to put up. Deviousness shone in the syndicate leader's eyes. There was more than one way to skin a cat, as people called it. "Oh, that is where you are wrong," Reynar commented and reached over to roughly cup his captive's chin, "trust me. You will tell me everything." With that, he let go of the blond man and rose, then strode toward the door. "Secure the intruder, and bring him to one of the back rooms. Make sure that he cannot escape. I will deal with him personally after the auction is over."

Instantly, the other men in the room tightly encircled Kurapika before tying his hands behind him and crudely pushing him forward. Reynar stepped through the door without another word. Kurapika glared at his back vehemently as the eyes were forcibly removed from his grasp, and he was ultimately shoved out of the room. Again he had blundered, their plan potentially foiled because of his imprudence. Kurapika ground his teeth.

Now, it was up to Chrollo. He hoped that his lover would be able to find him in time. If not…

"Move it!" One of the men ordered from behind and unceremoniously shoved him up the hall opposite of where Reynar went. He chastised himself for not reacting and using his chains. If he had-

The metal clinked in sentiment to his mood.

Kurapika sighed and ceded to his current plight. There wasn't anything that he could do at the moment, as not only was he at risk but so were the eyes. All he could do now was hope that Chrollo realized what happened. If anything, his lover would notice the disruption in his aura. Kurapika was confident the older man wouldn't separate from him without some way of keeping track. Even if it was a rudimentary way of doing it.

He went quietly with Reynar's men as they led him away. The only thing on his mind was the eyes and if his clan - including his mother - would ever forgive him.


It was a discordance of sounds, a flash of colors, the pounding of movement, and the world seemed to blur. Everything was chaotic, pandemonium all around, and voices rose in clamor into the air. It was a rush, like adrenaline pumping through the veins, desperation a fuel to ensure survival. Everything whizzed by, the surroundings around Kurapika an undefinable blur as he ran through the winding halls, the echo of their footfalls vibrating off the walls. His breath was labored, and the strain it had on his lungs was exponential, yet, his eyes were trained forward.

Chrollo ran in front of him. The muscles in his back tightened and rippled beneath his suit from the strain. Bullets zipped by all around them, several landing in the mortar of the walls, while others flew overhead, narrowly missing them. Kurapika was still partially in shock at how events had turned out and the fact that Chrollo had managed to find him so quickly.

It was a short time after Reynar's men had locked him in a back room of the building that Chrollo miraculously found him. Several grunts and moans resounded from the hallway before his lover had busted through the door, a look of concern on his chiseled features. Chrollo had wasted no time ripping away his bindings, and now they were racing through the place seeking a way to escape while getting pursued by Reynar's henchmen.

More bullets came their way as they shot up another hallway, though before they could reach the end, more guys in black suits wielding guns cut them off. Chrollo summoned Skill Hunter to his right hand while fluidly making his Benz knife appear in the other. Instantly, blue flames sprang to life all around, the bright lights engulfing the hallway in blazing fury.

Kurapika grunted and twisted on his heel as he dodged around the flames to lunge his Dowsing Chain at the closest person. The man yelled before getting toppled to the floor, though another one quickly replaced him, the barrel of the man's gun aimed directly at Kurapika's chest.

He had little time to react as it went off, the bullet just barely grazing his shoulder as he managed to dodge out of the way. Chrollo swung around right afterward and plunged his knife into the man's neck before jerking it away, which caused blood to spray into the air as a result. He then turned swiftly to face the opposite direction and flung another round of blue fireballs at the group blocking their way. They were instantly knocked mercilessly to the side.

"Come on, this way!" Chrollo hollered at Kurapika before finally beginning to round the corner, his attention locked on the younger man.

The command made Kurapika jerk in Chrollo's direction, and without any hesitation, he darted after the older man while avoiding the bodies of dead and unconscious men on the floor. "You didn't have to kill them," Kurapika shouted over the din, the reverberation of footfalls pursuing them again. "Knocking them out would have sufficed."

Chrollo frowned as another group of men in suits tried to cut them off, and flames sprang up around the lot, causing the men to back away in fear of getting singed. "Would you rather give them another chance to capture us?" He responded before rounding another corner, the light from the entrance shining down the hall he and Kurapika were racing towards. "At this point, it's best to limit any possibilities of that happening."

Before Kurapika could say anything, they finally made it to the large foyer where the exit was, and he skidded to a halt as Chrollo had stopped advancing. His chains resonated with the current mood when he stepped up beside his lover. "It looks surprisingly empty," Kurapika commented as he surveyed the area. "I didn't think the way out would be left unsupervised." He moved forward enough to see the large glass doors were clear and devoid of any guards.

Seeing the lack of any security left Chrollo on edge, and he watched their surroundings with intense scrutiny. "Honestly," he began and silently expanded his En range, "it seems a little too easy." Within seconds, the sensation of other presences touched his field of Nen, and his gaze shifted in that direction. "As I suspected," Chrollo added, his mood turning displeased.

Following his comment, numerous figures slipped out from various areas within the room, all of them wearing suits with guns trained on him and Kurapika.

"I didn't expect both of you to put up such a fight. You have certainly made quite a scene." A deep, male voice spoke out, and another man sauntered into the moonlight that shone in from glass doors. Reynar smiled, toothy, and openly wicked.

The man's arrogance made Kurapika snarl. His lips twisted downward as the color of his eyes flashed behind the contacts that he wore. "You're poorly mistaken if you truly believe that I would leave something that precious in your filthy hands." He verbalized, disgust evident in his words.

Such a brazen statement made Chrollo's gaze shift back towards Kurapika as he was able to see the younger man from the corner of his vision, although his attention was directed forward. The frown on his visage deepened. "Kura…" he uttered, "keep calm and stay sharp. Don't let him get to you."

Reynar clapped sarcastically and stepped forward, his elegant suit rustling with his movements. "Oh really now?" He chirped, the corners of his mouth almost touching his ears. "And what makes you think that you're entitled to such a rare and valuable item?" Reynar's loafers clicked audibly on the marble tiling, the sound very pronounced amid the silence hanging in the room.

His dark eyes bored into the other man's own, though his stare smoldered with such intensity that Reynar was sure it would have burned him alive if looks were able to kill. Something about both imposters fascinated him, more so the younger man with his blond hair and brown eyes.

There was an unbridled ferocity about him, like a caged animal, primal, savage, and ready to strike.

Even the taller man had a detached yet stoic air about him. That one was dangerous for sure. Reynar could see the familiarity with death wavering behind his steely, cold eyes. It was evident the man was no stranger to conflict.

Kurapika bared his teeth at the man, but Chrollo threw an arm out before him and shook his head. "Don't stoop to his level." He whispered, then observed the man intently. "It doesn't matter who believes they have rights to the item in question. The end result is the same. I take what I want, and there isn't a soul alive who will stop me." An insidious grin played over Chrollo's lips, and he gracefully removed the bandage that adorned his forehead.

It didn't take long for Reynar to identify the tattoo emblazoned on the man's forehead. His expression quickly changed from amusement to vexation and urgency. His grin turned into a tempestuous sneer. "Chrollo Lucifer." He murmured. "The infamous leader of the Genei Ryodan. I should have known." Reynar backed up slightly. He was familiar with the Spiders and their methods. So, if their leader was here, then it was likely that other members of the Genei Ryodan were there as well. His judgmental glare shifted to the blond man again. Is it possible that he is one of them? Reynar's curiosity mounted, but he didn't have the time to puzzle it out.

Chances were that he wasn't, as his demeanor didn't quite align with how the Spiders operated. Either way, the more immediate threat was Chrollo Lucifer, who stood poised before him.

"So, you know of me," Chrollo mused, the grin on his face expanding. "As I should expect since the Spider has quite the reputation." He advanced forward, Skill Hunter sitting open in his right hand. "Considering that you also should know what I am capable of."

Once again, blue flames sprang up wildly around the room, their intense heat almost deadly. Several men screamed before firing, and a rain of bullets pierced through the area at random, some embedding in the floor close to his and Kurapika's position. The act made him growl.

"Damnit!" He snapped, and his chains snaked from around his right arm to dance in the air around him. "Watch out for where you're aiming those things! We could have been shot by those thugs!" Kurapika wanted to end their little skirmish quickly before either he or Chrollo could suffer any permanent damage.

The demand was something that Chrollo couldn't ignore, although Kurapika tended to look adorable when he was pissed off. "Don't worry babe, I won't allow you to get hurt." He affirmed, and the flames vanished as Chrollo flipped through the pages of Bandit's Secret until he came to the one which he sought. His grin turned more insidious as ghostly, skeletal fish materialized from nowhere and began darting about the room.

They wasted no time attacking the men that were left.

Reynar's eyes widened, shock and fear marring his youthful countenance. He hastily drew his gun from its holster and aimed it right at Chrollo's face. "How dare you!" He quipped, venom lacing his words. "Fucking bastard! Die now!" A loud bang resounded through the foyer as his gun went off, but the bullet just missed its target. Chrollo dashed around him and was nearly impaled by the silver knife the man wielded in his other hand.

He barely had time to react as Chrollo's companion flew at him in a blind rage, and the sensation of cold steel contacted his body. Reynar expeditiously rounded on the stout man and delivered a powerful uppercut to his jaw before the chains could manage to do any real damage.

The velocity and power behind Reynar's punch sent Kurapika inadvertently flying into a nearby wall before crashing to the ground with a thud. He groaned afterward, then went still.

"Kurapika!" Chrollo shouted, but Reynar came at him before he had the chance to react. The syndicate leader fired another volley of bullets, and he had to maneuver out of the way lest he wanted to suffer a wound to the chest. Chrollo turned on the ball of his foot and lunged at Reynar, determined to thrust his Benz knife into his opponent, but the other man proved to be just as nimble and countered him. The heel of Reynar's shoe connected with his hands as he raised them up in time to block the attack.

Chrollo backed up to put some distance between him and Reynar, but the man began unleashing another cannonade of bullets, and he had to take cover behind a chair that had gotten toppled over during the fight.

Again, he called out to Kurapika, but it appeared that his lover was rendered unconscious after impacting the wall. Chrollo gazed about the room and noticed that his Indoor Fish had eliminated most of Reynar's henchmen, but the syndicate leader continued progressing forward, the gunfire he released seemingly endless.

"Come on! Is that the best you can do?" Reynar taunted, the amusement returning to his voice. "Honestly, I expected more, particularly from someone of your caliber, but I am seriously disappointed. Though, if I do kill the leader of the Genei Ryodan, just think of the renown it may get me!" He laughed, almost sadistic, and continued shooting at the last bits of the barricade that stood between him and Chrollo Lucifer. It was evident that the man was running low on options. Reynar liked the new turn of events. Pertaining that all went well, it would move in his favor:

And he liked that idea.

Reynar's maniacal laughter reverberated all around him, the symphony of bullets whirling through the air, and the impact of them colliding with the floor and wood made it difficult to concentrate. With the current outcome of their situation, he was limited on what to do, but the option to summon his flames again remained, plus his Indoor Fish were still present.

Although both of the skeletal-like creatures were preoccupied with dispatching the syndicate members scattered about the room, when the last one fell, their lifeless eyes turned on Reynar.

He almost didn't realize it until the beastly fish were upon him.

Simultaneously, Kurapika groaned and began coming to. Chrollo heard his lover's sounds, and once again, made an attempt to reach the young Kurta.

"No, you don't!" Reynar barked, and the next thing Chrollo knew, a bullet had shirked by him, then an ungodly pain jolted up his right arm. Instantly, Skill Hunter vanished along with his Indoor Fish as he fell to his knees clutching the area where the bullet penetrated him. Blood seeped between his sturdy fingers and through the sleeve of his suit, but he ignored it as Kurapika was the only thing on his mind.

Slowly, the younger man started coming to, and Chrollo began drawing himself near, the worry for his lover creasing his brow.

"Ugh," Kurapika muttered and pushed up despite the throbbing pain in his head. "Chrollo?" He uttered and realized that his lover was down on one knee, clutching an arm when his vision cleared. The sudden revelation sparked urgency within Kurapika, and he started making his way over to Chrollo, only the moment he got close, the barrel of Reynar's gun was there to meet him.

"God damn little shit. I don't know what it is about you, nor do I care at this point, I am going to execute you both, and make a name for myself after taking down the leader of the Genei Ryodan!"

Everything seemed to happen in slow motion, and Kurapika closed his eyes, convinced he was going to die as the bang from the gun vibrated in his ears. The world stilled, even his heart, and it was at that moment, Kurapika wondered if he had actually perished. However, the sound of glass shattering snapped his attention forward, and it was then he understood that he was very much alive.

Kurapika looked up, so did Chrollo, only to realize that neither of them was alone. Another presence was in the room with them but had focused on attacking Reynar. It only took them seconds to know who it was.

Amar snarled, his lips curled back and exposing his fangs as he snapped viciously at the man now pinned beneath him. Heat flared behind his hollowed eyes, the depths of red glowing like brimstone and seething like hellfire. Amar lunged forward again, his jowls snapping against the man whose arms were raised in a futile attempt to defend himself, screams filling the air.

"Get out of here you two!" The Nacknar urged both Kurapika and Chrollo telepathically. "I'll catch up to you, don't worry."

Chrollo raised his head when Amar's voice echoed inside it and noticed that Kurapika was next to him, the younger man looking worse for wear. "Come on babe, let's get the hell out of here." He implored and motioned to steady Kurapika using his shoulders when his lover stopped him.

"You're wounded," Kurapika stated and reached over to pluck Chrollo's hand away. Seeing the blood staining his lover's clothes worried him despite the circumstances of his own condition.

Effeminate-like fingers adorned by silver chains touched the edges of where his arm had been injured, but Chrollo grabbed them gently. "Let's not worry about that now." He met Kurapika's eyes while reassuring his lover. "I'll be fine, trust me. For now, it's best we get out of here." Chrollo then gave the younger man's hand a slight squeeze to affirm his promise.

For a second, Kurapika sat there, watching Chrollo as he searched the older man's face, but despite his reservations, he nodded and conceded to escaping. Although he failed to retrieve the eyes, preserving his life was paramount if he wanted to return for them later. Which Kurapika vowed to do in silent repose.

He slowly rose on wobbly legs, and immediately, Chrollo was there to support him. "I got you, love." He stated, and Kurapika wrapped one arm around his lover's broad shoulders, while the other rested on the older man's back.

Gingerly, they began trekking out of the ruined building, Chrollo's arm holding him steady. Behind them, he could hear Amar as the ebony Nacknar kept Reynar at bay, though the man's cries died after they exited the front and hobbled back into the shroud of night. Kurapika paused briefly and turned slightly to gaze back at the building. Chrollo stopped and watched him inquisitively. "It's...nothing." He murmured before starting to walk again. "Let's go."

Chrollo raised an eyebrow questioningly but said nothing more. Instead, he led Kurapika gradually towards the road and back to the hotel.


The lights were dimmed in the room to create a soothing atmosphere as shadows stretched across the floor, blanketing the area in ebony. Kurapika sat on the side of the bed, his wayward thoughts keeping him from wanting to sleep. He raked a hand through his partially damp hair, the locks still somewhat tangled from the events of before.

Kurapika groaned. It still burned him with how their mission turned out. Not only did he and Chrollo both suffer injuries, but they returned to the hotel empty-handed. Unconsciously, his hands balled into fists, and he clenched his teeth. How Reynar managed to best him got deep into his craw. It was another strike against his constant impertinence.

However, unlike in the past where he was reckless, they failed in completing their mission, whereas all prior ones they had, at least, walked away with the eyes. This time…

"Are you alright, babe?"

He looked up to see Chrollo standing beside him dressed in nothing but boxers with a towel in his hand as he was drying off his hair. The wound on his arm was neatly dressed and only had a small amount of blood staining it. "Yeah," Kurapika responded casually, his focus returning to his hands.

Liar. He thought. There was no way he was fooling anyone, especially Chrollo.

Even Amar, who was resting a few meters away, peered at him skeptically.

"I don't buy that," Chrollo admitted and sat down beside his lover. He tenderly reached over to take hold of Kurapika's hand and twined his fingers with the younger man's, "you're clearly troubled."

Afterward, Chrollo tightened his grip. The fact that his lover was distraught over what happened concerned him, specifically after more recent events. Kurapika had been through so much, and it was not just because of what happened to his clan. Retrieving the eyes had been a challenge, and each pair they went after seemed to be harder than the last. Not only was it difficult to acquire them, but many of the eyes were owned by dangerous people. Some of them were to the point of being unhinged.

It worried him every time they embarked on another mission, the unknown leaving him worried. Many times, Kurapika ended up the victim both directly and indirectly, and such a notion pained him.

Chrollo hated to see Kurapika's pretty face marred in any way.

The sensation of his lover's hand firmly holding his own drew Kurapika from his wayward thoughts, and blue was met by loving grey. "I know. Fooling you is something that I've never been able to do." Kurapika pursed his lips and turned away before continuing. "Still, I don't want to worry you. Not that you don't do enough of that already."

Right away, two fingers came to rest beneath his chin and brought him to face Chrollo again. His lover's features were soft and framed by wet, raven hair. Those grey eyes were filled with so much compassion. "Kura," he whispered and dipped in close, "you know how I feel about that. Regardless of circumstance, I will always worry about you, angel. You mean everything to me and are the most important person in my life. So, naturally, I am going to worry. I just want to protect you." Chrollo fell silent for a moment and closed the gap between them, his lips meeting Kurapika's.

He kissed them slowly, gently, the warmth between them making him purr. Kurapika melded into it, and he let it play out a few moments before pulling away. He then opened his eyes and was met by vibrant blue ones.

It took Kurapika a few seconds to parse Chrollo's words, but he felt terrible for making him feel like that. The fact that Chrollo loved him and deeply was indisputable. Upsetting his lover bothered him. Kurapika sighed. "I haven't forgotten," he uttered quietly and idly rubbed the pad of his thumb over the top of Chrollo's hand, "as I know how you feel. I just hate to upset you, primarily when I screw up." Kurapika frowned.

"You're worried about the Scarlet Eyes," Chrollo stated, and he nodded reluctantly.

Laconically, Chrollo unwound his fingers from Kurapika's and stood. He instantly missed the contact but focused on summoning Skill Hunter and thumbed its pages until he found the one with Fun Fun cloth before making it appear. Moments later, Chrollo produced two canisters with Scarlet Eyes from inside.

Catching sight of them in Chrollo's hands caused Kurapika's back to stiffen in shock. "How did you-?"

A smile crossed over Chrollo's lips. "I stole them before I came to rescue you." He said, amused by Kurapika's reaction. "Reynar didn't even know. He was too focused on stopping us to figure out that I had already plundered his treasures."

The last thing Chrollo expected was to get toppled to the bed, but after he stowed the eyes back inside Fun Fun cloth, Kurapika had brought him down to the sheets and gripped him almost tightly. "Thank you." He breathed before nipping the skin on Chrollo's neck.

How delightful. Kurapika was becoming more and more assertive while losing his prudish side. It made him ecstatic.

Chrollo trembled when his lover's teeth grazed over his flesh, and he carefully but meticulously pulled the sheets up over them to ensure they were covered before pulling Kurapika firmly to his side. Out from the corner of his eye, Chrollo could see Amar watching them, his expression curious. It was evident that he was intrigued by their behavior.

"Don't mind me." He said dismissively, though Chrollo could have sworn there was a smirk on the Nacknar's nuzzle. "I need rest and plan to sleep soon anyway."

Amar then curled in on himself and pretended to ignore them while trying to get comfortable so he could drift off. There was no denying that how humans interacted with their mates was strange, to say the least.

His statement made Kurapika snort, but he grinned before letting his head come to rest on Chrollo's muscular chest, the contact between them soothing. After their encounter with Reynar, it was evident they also needed rest. The sheets over them were comforting, and with Chrollo in the bed as well, Kurapika felt he was relaxed enough to sleep.

It was as if Chrollo read his mind.

"Perhaps we should do the same." He concurred and wrapped an arm around Kurapika to keep them flush together. "Not only are we practically exhausted, but after what transpired, it would be safer if we don't linger in Gaspen for too long. It wouldn't surprise me if what happened to Reynar doesn't get the other syndicates in an uproar."

Merely thinking about what had gone down still troubled Kurapika, the events of their mission lingering in the back of his mind. He absently traced invisible patterns over the back of the hand that held him securely. "More than likely it will cause a turf war, plus what is left of Reynar's men might end up trying to find us. I agree with getting out of town quickly."

Like the Mafia, small criminal organizations were just as vengeful if anyone disputed their flow or made a mockery out of them. The longer they remained in Gaspen, the greater the chance was the remaining syndicate members would come after them.

Their list of enemies just continued to grow. Kurapika sighed again.

Ah well. If they got far away from Gaspen, the distance would be enough to deter any idea of pursuit.

"Exactly. All the more reason for us to leave. So rest, love as tomorrow we will pack up and make our way out of Gaspen."

Amar made a sound of agreement, and Kurapika couldn't help but share the sentiment. He nuzzled into Chrollo's neck and closed his eyes. There was no further point in remaining awake. Besides, his body ached, and he had a dull headache. Sleep was the only cure for that.

The room fell into darkness, and the peaceful sound of crickets outside added to the lull that Kurapika felt. Before long, he had drifted off while in the sanctity and comfort of Chrollo's arms.


After-thoughts: I hope everyone enjoyed this chapter, which turned out almost as long as my other most recent installments lol. Granted, this isn't quite Christmas-y. but it's definitely action-filled, and hopefully, it provided some entertainment at the end of an event-filled day. With luck (though, I can't be certain), I will have the next installment up by the end of the month, but I cannot guarantee it with how busy it's been, but I will try! If not, we will get to start off the new year with more adventures of the boys and their continued search for the Scarlet Eyes. May 2021 be filled with event-gripping, and romance inducing chapters. ;)

Again, happy holidays, and warm wishes for a better world in the year to come.