A/N: Hello dear readers. I hope everyone enjoyed the holidays, and the incoming of 2021. So far, quite a bit as already happened, along with the beginnings of a few changes. Since 2020 was a long, grueling, and onerous year for most, we can only hope this year will be a little different. There is still so much chaos going on, but in light of that, all we can do is try to remain positive and continue holding faith that it will get better. In the meantime, I hope everyone who has decided to read RoF, or has followed me since its inception is enjoying the story and updates as we go along. I will attest that, as if this chapter, RoF is now around three quarters finished. There is roughly twenty - twenty-five chapters remaining.
I want to again extend a huge thanks to all of you who have either been with me since the beginning, or just recently found RoF and started to read. Your support means a lot, and is one of the reasons that helped get me this far after such a long journey already. As of this March, RoF will be four years in the making, so any and all support, no matter how small, is always appreciated. If it wasn't for great readers like those of you, I don't know where I would be. 💕💕💕
Also, considering extenuating RL circumstances regarding my beta reader, this chapter, like the last several, is currently not beta'd. As per usual, I will load a revised copy once she manages to find the time to work on it. Please check here for updates. So for now, it's still partially considered, 'raw format.' Please excuse any mistakes as I don't always catch everything. D:
Summary: After having a close call with the leader of a local, well-known syndicate, Kurapika, Chrollo and Amar begin their plans for leaving the city of Gaspen before the remaining members have the chance to find them and exact their wrath. Along the way, Amar tries to tighten his bond further with Kurapika, while they begin to learn who their next target is.
The next morning was an active buzz and flurry of movements as Chrollo moved about the hotel room in sheer silence. He hadn't uttered a single word as his mind was focused on one task only—getting packed and out of Gaspen before anyone had the chance to track them down.
Following the previous events at the auction, Chrollo had been concerned about the remaining members of Reynar's syndicate deciding to exact their revenge by making an example of them, especially after what happened to the man in the end. Chrollo remembered how Reynar looked as he and Kurapika were fleeing the scene.
The man was covered in blood, clothes ripped, and his body ravaged by merciless fangs. What savagery Amar had inflicted on the man was an act of utter belligerence, so it would be surprising if he had managed to survive. At the core, Amar was still in nature like his kind, though Chrollo knew the young Nacknar was merely enacting in their defense.
Still, it was hard to discern what happened to Reynar. No matter how many times they inquired, Amar refused to talk about the incident. Kurapika had assumed the worst-case scenario by the state Amar was in by the time he snuck into their room after getting back to the hotel, so the likelihood that someone would try and hunt them down was great. He wanted to exit Gaspen sooner rather than later.
Across the room from him, Kurapika was busy securing their belongings so that nothing would get left behind. Chrollo didn't want to give the syndicate any chance to track them; he and Kurapika had enough enemies in the world, and there was no need to add more.
That will never happen. A voice quietly spoke out. You're the leader of the most infamous group of criminals. Making enemies comes with the territory.
To deny such a fact was impossible. Chrollo knew that he and the rest of the Spiders were highly renowned for their iniquitous behavior and lawless acts. Many of their heists and murder sprees had earned them a notable reputation, and because of it, many feared them.
Yet, he and Kurapika were searching for the remaining Scarlet Eyes, which brought them into the path of many dangerous individuals. It was another aspect that was earning them even more notoriety.
Perhaps it was a stigma that would follow him until his dying breath - but no matter the circumstances, he would descend into the furthest depths of the nine hells for Kurapika.
Regardless, there wasn't much that could be done. The only primary focus they had was to put as much distance between them and Gaspen before anything could happen.
"I believe that is everything," Kurapika vocalized as he stood up. One of his slender hands rose to wipe his brow. "Though, I made sure that nothing was accidentally missed in the process." He added before reaching over to pick up a porcelain mug from the table beside him. Kurapika quickly took a sip.
Chrollo observed the final result and grinned. Kurapika never ceased to amaze him, primarily with how efficient his lover had proven to be. Of course, the younger man was brash, quick to react, and tended to let his anger consume him, but he was productive without incident.
And even then, despite Kurapika's flaws, he was proficient and skilled above all else. The blond Kurta wasn't perfect in his character but was perfect as a lover.
The traces of a smile accented Chrollo's lips and nodded at him. "Alright then, babe. I am nearly finished with making the plans for our next destination. Mind going to get Amar so that he is ready to leave the instant we are?"
His gaze shifted to the large, sliding glass door and the balcony on the other side. For some time, their Nacknar companion had been sitting out there, silent and deep in thought. Chrollo had given Amar time to process everything that transpired only the day before, but it seemed that he needed a moment alone.
Even after what happened, Amar still exhibited guilt.
Maybe he isn't truly like his kin, after all.
Chrollo considered the notion and watched as Kurapika began heading towards the door to where Amar was. Instantly, he missed looking into his lover's pretty blue eyes. It was amazing just how strong of a hold Kurapika had on him.
The glass door slid open, then closed with a resounding thud once Kurapika had managed to step through. A cool breeze blew over his visage and tousled his locks. He could even see the gentle rustle of Amar's fur as he got close to their ebony companion.
"Did Chrollo send you out here to get me?" Amar questioned, though his attention never averted from the scene ahead. The sky was a gorgeous canvas of light blues and subtle yellows. It was relatively peaceful.
Silently, Kurapika motioned over to the metal railing that separated them from the ground below. He didn't look at Amar, and yet, toward the morning before him. The sun was still low in the sky. "Yeah. Told me that it's near time for us to go. He wants to get the hell out of this city before anyone has the chance to find us." He responded and unconsciously raised both of his slender hands, and gripped the railing firmly.
There were a few passing moments of silence. Amar continued to watch the glory of the sunrise unfold before him. Soon, he would be on the move again as they began heading towards their next destination.
While he only wanted to enjoy the tranquil interlude for a little longer, Amar knew it wasn't possible. Chrollo wanted to get out of the area before anything could go down, and he didn't entirely blame him. Admittingly, it was a shared sentiment.
"I see," Amar spoke quietly. He hoped the tenor of his voice was but a low drone in his companion's head. "I understand his reasoning. It is best that we vacate Gaspen before there are any repercussions. Besides, I doubt there is much reason for us to remain here anyway." He craned his head this time so he could see Kurapika. The blond man appeared strangely placid.
Then again, he might have been attempting to keep his emotions in check—much the same as himself.
Kurapika grunted in response, but he kept focus ahead. The warmth of the sun gradually caressed the area with its life-giving energy, and he leaned slightly into it. Again, the wind gusted over the balcony, and with it came the sweet smells of spring. Kurapika detected a hint of honeysuckle and lilac in the air, the scents pleasant.
Eventually, he gazed over towards the young creature, inquisition evident in Kurapika's expression. "How are you holding up, especially after yesterday?"
The question caught Amar entirely unawares, and shock laced his features. Kurapika's frigid blue eyes met with his red ones, and he was able to see traces of concern within them. Witnessing Kurapika harbor any form of compassion for him furthered the notion that maybe, just maybe, the young man was truly beginning to trust him. The very idea delighted Amar as he wanted Kurapika to view him differently than his kin. Which he knew was difficult to do after what Kurapika had been forced to endure at the paws of his old platoon.
Amar turned away and caught sight of a few birds that were gliding on the currents among the clouds. They trilled loudly before dipping low to head in a direction opposite of where he and Kurapika stood. As each one moved gracefully through the fluffy, white mounds, Amar nearly all lost sense of the world around him.
It wasn't until the birds vanished into the distance that Amar realized what was going on.
He breathed out slowly, maw slightly parted. "I can't say that I entirely am, or I would be lying," Amar commented, his ears turned somewhat back, "as what I did grips me. I know it was necessary so that you and Chrollo could escape unscathed. Still, the fact that I killed someone - a human for that matter - leaves me torn over my morality." He paused and immediately suppressed the shiver that he felt. It was difficult, if not impossible, to meet Kurapika's eyes now. The fear his blond companion would scrutinize him reigned strong.
Right away, Amar sensed a tightness in his chest, and the Nacknar attempted to steady his rapidly beating heart.
The idea of getting viewed differently by either of them sparked some worry in him, primarily because of his progress with garnering Kurapika's trust.
"You do realize it was a decision that was made during a time of crisis, and that neither Chrollo or I hold it against you?" Kurapika exclaimed suddenly, his bright blues turning more glacial, their intensity almost commanding. "While he and I don't support the ways of your kind, or their volatile behavior, we know you don't follow their ideals. Granted, I get the fret that you have over what happened since we are still learning to trust you, but the outcome I will attest hasn't swayed my opinion. You were only doing what needed to be done for the sake of someone else's life."
Amar's hollow eyes practically widened, so much that it looked as if they would have dislodged themselves and fallen from their sockets. The statement nearly left the young Nacknar speechless, but he quickly bowed his head following Kurapika's words. "I-I don't know what to say." He replied softly as his ears wilted a little more.
To receive affirmation from the young human beside him added to the faith he had in one day, gaining their full trust. For the longest, he knew those from other races would look down upon him just because of who he was, but even then, Amar didn't let it stop him. Despite the prejudice and scrutiny that he received because of his kind's actions, it only fueled his desire to prove that he was different.
And nothing in the world could change his point of view.
"There isn't anything for you to say," Kurapika spoke, and Amar was nearly floored. He didn't expect the blond man to be so understanding.
It seemed that his tongue had become stuck to the roof of his mouth, as the words he wanted to say evaded him. "Thank you," Amar managed to utter after a few minutes of getting lost by the sheer revelation of such a moment.
The next thing he knew, a hand, soft and warm despite all the horrors and blood that was inflicted upon it, came to rest on top of his head just above his small horn. There was such gentleness in the act, and from a palm that was so soft even after time's indiscriminate cruelty, which made Amar close his eyes. Kurapika had a much lighter side to him, one that was pure, angelic, and filled with luminance. It was something he could see regardless of the young man's rough exterior. He was optimistic that deep down, beneath it all, Kurapika had a heart forged in gold.
Time was wicked, boundless, and equally unkind to everyone. It was evident that Kurapika had been a victim of its tyranny, just worse than some.
Knowing that made Amar even more determined to set things right and do what he could to ease the pain and torture that Kurapika continuously endured. While he saw the kindness behind those sharp, cold eyes, it was unmistakable that Kurapika was a genuinely a good person who was a victim of unfortunate circumstances.
Because of that, it made Amar feel not only sympathy but compassion for him. No one should be made to suffer, especially someone as pellucid as Kurapika.
A faint smile appeared on lush, rosy lips, and the hand that had come to rest on Amar's head was removed. Although Kurapika had his reservations about the small Nacknar, he was still grateful for everything the intrepid creature had done. Perhaps, at some point, Amar would eventually prove himself. "Think nothing of it," Kurapika said offhandedly and turned back to face the glass door which led into their hotel room. "You've done good so far, I will admit." He furthered before moving towards it. "However, it's probably best to go back inside now. Chrollo doesn't want us lingering around in Gaspen for too much longer. We really should leave soon."
With that, Kurapika slid the door open and stepped back inside. He glanced back over at Amar before going all the way through.
Several moments passed as Amar sat looking at where Kurapika had exited, the man's words reiterating over and over in his mind. It was hard to believe, and in light of all that happened, Kurapika still saw the good in him. Getting such praise had practically affirmed that.
He smiled the best that his maw would allow and then trotted back inside after his companion. Maybe Kurapika would come around entirely given a chance.
Instantly, Amar noticed the stacks of material possessions that sat beside two suitcases near the front of the room and the tall, dark-eyed man who stood beside it. He watched as a book materialized into Chrollo's left hand before flipping through the pages and then coming to a stop. Next, a wine-colored cloth appeared in Chrollo's other one, and the stuff that sat beside the luggage vanished immediately after that. The book followed suit heartbeats later.
Watching him use such strange but unique abilities left Amar in awe. It seemed that both Chrollo and Kurapika were using some kind of extraordinary magic that he hadn't seen present in any other species. But even then, he did remember one that held a magical prowess different than any other, and only Queen Shadow, along with her elite, could even attempt to combat them.
Like himself, they all had resistance to magic, but only the Moon Wolves had managed the capacity to supersede that. It's what made Silver and her pack so formidable. The threat they posed to the rest of his kind made the Moon Wolves their leader a personal nemesis.
Humans, on the other hand, did not have the same kind of luck. No matter the world, plane of existence, or dimension traveled to where humans were found, none of them had ever managed to surpass his kind's magical opposition. It was one reason why they were often conquered, assimilated, and forced into subjugation, if not outright slaughtered. And because of his kind's view regarding humans as weak, mindless creatures with little to no value, they were often targets for assault.
It was no wonder why the rest of the Nacknars held such animosity and hatred for humankind.
To Amar, however, he saw them differently. Sure, they were impulsive, reckless, and sometimes found with no direction, but that didn't nullify their worth or make them inferior. Even with all of humanity's shortcomings, regardless of the version, he could see the good in them, no matter how small, especially when it seemed like there wouldn't be any. And if those like him could have set an example, it was how they were practically the same, with their warlike nature and savagery, but he was the difference amongst all of them.
That aspect alone is why he harbored none of the same emotions the rest of the Nacknars did.
Seconds after the mysterious book disappeared from view, Chrollo's eyes landed on him, and Amar tried to conceal his intrigue by focusing on something else.
"I see that you decided to join us," Chrollo commented and turned so that he could see Amar without hindrance. "I can also assume that Kurapika informed you of what is currently going on?" He questioned before reaching over to pick up a cup that sat on the countertop nearby. Deep-set greys watched the small Nacknar while he took a sip.
Amar merely tilted his head at the tall man's inquiry. "Yes." He replied and sat down on his haunches, tail swishing behind him idly. "Kurapika did mention the need to exit this city with the utmost urgency. After the events that took place yesterday, I cannot contest you on it. Not that I would try." Amar watched as Chrollo casually drank from the cup in hand, almost as if the man had no worries at all.
His ability to remain calm and stay collected, even in most situations, was admirable. While he couldn't entirely agree it was the same for Kurapika, the fact that both of them had exhibited a capacity for mental fortitude was commendable.
Yet, Amar was aware of Kurapika's weaker state in that area, and that remaining composed was a problematic aspect for the young man. He was quick to react, brash, and easily set off. The littlest things would spark his ire, and if Chrollo weren't there to repress him, Kurapika would have found himself in far worse situations with unavoidable ramifications.
It was just one of several faults that he had, which surely would continue landing him into trouble if he didn't eventually manage to gain more self-control.
Aiding Kurapika in reaching his goal seemed to be the most likely way for him to get a more vital reign on his unstable emotions.
The taller man's gaze never left him, and it felt like a near eternity before either of them broke the silence, but Chrollo hummed and took another long draw from his cup before answering. "I know you wouldn't. Doing so would damage your credibility, and it's apparent that you wish to continue proving your loyalty to us. Not only that," he paused and lowered the mug, "I am sure that you would not want to get left behind."
What Chrollo had said instantly penetrated him as it didn't take long for the words to sink in. Granted, Chrollo was the one who had initially given him the benefit of the doubt and the chance to show that he could be trusted. Even so, Amar didn't want to jeopardize his fragile relationship with both men, primarily Kurapika. The young blond man still had difficulty accepting him, although his companion seemed a bit more open now, unlike when they had first met. Amar glanced over at Kurapika, who had been silent the entire time.
"You're right, I wouldn't," Amar responded and stood up, his posture slightly rigid, "and that maintaining my validity is crucial. Believe me when I say that I won't do anything to cause trouble, or create any adverse outcomes. The last thing I wish to do is give you reason not to trust me."
Again, the young Nacknar's affirmation remained the same; determined and unyielding. There was a fierce, smoldering resolution that flared behind those abysmal eyes, which left Chrollo unable to refute him. Seeing the tenacity radiating within Amar's vehement expression had probably left Kurapika feeling the same way.
Denying such strong, ardent emotions was practically impossible.
Chrollo peered over at Kurapika and realized there was a small change in his lover's demeanor. The younger man tended to erect walls around himself to keep others from getting close, but from the amount of time they've spent together since meeting in Ti'alma, that had since changed. Kurapika was more open, more pliant, those once stone barriers slowly crumbling. While Chrollo was still uncertain regarding their Nacknar companion, the chances that Amar had any plans of deceiving them seemed relatively slim, and even then, he had stayed consistent. Everything Amar had professed was no different than what he spoke the day he found them.
That, in itself, made Amar's claim even more reputable.
Granted, he had thought of the possibility that it was all some elaborate ploy to lead them astray, but what could be gained from doing so? It was an awful lot of work for something that would leave him with barely any reward, so the probability that Amar was lying seemed pretty slim.
Maybe Kurapika was reaching the same conclusion.
It was sudden, but the feisty blond Kurta nodded his head in affirmation to Amar's statement, and what caught Chrollo off-guard the most was the faint smile on his pale lips.
Perhaps Kurapika didn't think that he saw it, but it was there.
"I believe you," Chrollo spoke, though audibly. "As I said earlier, you've done good thus far, which hasn't given me any reason to currently doubt you. If you're still genuinely sincere in helping us, then you will continue showing that."
Admitting that had been hard, but nowhere near the degree that it was before. Much occurred since Amar joined their cause, and several times the ebony creature had willingly taken on their high-stake encounters by risking his own life for theirs. If someone's entire investment was to ultimately destroy their target, making a gamble like that would never happen. Not by anyone in their right mind anyway.
It was something that, hopefully, Kurapika took into consideration.
Afterward, Kurapika had strode over to the counter beside Chrollo and picked up the other mug that his lover had conveniently left for him. Without hesitation, he brought it up to his mouth and quickly drained a hefty amount of the liquid from within. The warmth of it and the essence of the caffeine soothed his spirit and calmed his nerves. Kurapika was still recovering from the aftermath of their encounter with Reynar Michaels, so the caffeine was a welcomed aspect, despite his addiction.
Amar watched as his blond companion moved away, the cessation of their conversation leaving him time for thought. Once more, the affirmation left him contemplative, but any uncertainty he had was gone now.
He tried to bury it the best he could.
"I promise you that I will."
Kurapika bobbed his head and greedily finished off the remainder of his coffee, the liquid only minimally warm after how long it got left to the temperature in the room. He sat the cup down with a clink, then looked towards Chrollo, who stood beside the door.
"I assume that you're ready to leave then?" He asked, one eyebrow raised.
The abrupt question made Chrollo lower his mug; eyes fixed on Kurapika. "Indeed." Continuing to linger around was making him more than eager to get moving.
Plus, it was gradually lowering their chances of leaving unhindered.
His lover offered no worded response, but Kurapika hummed in agreement and went over to retrieve his suitcase. Amar swiftly followed him. Chrollo took the gesture as a sign they could leave and wasted not another second taking hold of his luggage, the wheels creaking as he pulled it towards the door.
Soon, they filed through it and began making their way toward the lobby and finally outside to where they could leave Gaspen and everything that happened behind.
Kurapika stared vacuously at the book that rested in his lap, almost seeing through the pages as if they didn't exist. He tried to process the words on the page, usually enthralled by its content as the hefty, leather-bound tome was his favorite piece of literature to read, but now, he could barely focus. One hand came up as Kurapika attempted to stifle a yawn, but there was no disputing that he was tired.
He closed the book with a thud and sat it aside carefully, his attention now towards the window beside him. The scenery outside flew by quickly as the car sped down the highway that Chrollo had chosen to take as they traveled east from Gaspen, the blanket of daylight slowly fading into the cusp of night.
So far, it had been uneventful as their departure from the city had gone smoother than planned. Chrollo had managed to procure - or steal as he liked to call it - the vehicle they were using well before they initiated their attack on Reynar's auction, which ultimately helped them leave Gaspen much faster. Luckily enough.
Fortunately, they had left at the perfect time because not long after passing the city border, a vast commotion had risen through the streets, causing mass unrest as a result. Kurapika remembered hearing about it on the news over the radio regarding the sudden disturbance. The remnants of Reynar's syndicate had gone on a rampage, obviously while looking for them. If they had hung around much longer, who knows how the situation would have turned out.
He combated another yawn and tore his attention from the scene outside the car. Kurapika looked briefly toward Chrollo, who was in the driver's seat next to him, then to Amar, who was curled up and sleeping in the back. The young Nacknar looked content with his ears laid flat and breathing slowly. It was as if he had a pleasant dream. To a fault, Kurapika admired him.
Amar twitched slightly, and Kurapika watched him a bit longer. The creature's long, fluffy tail came to rest partially over his face, and the act alone made Kurapika smile. Regardless of his feelings regarding their companion, it was impossible to argue that Amar had a charm to him, even if he still resembled those savage beasts with the same likeness.
Eventually, Amar's breathing evened out again, and Kurapika turned away from him.
"Are you alright, love?" Chrollo asked, those grey eyes now trained in his direction.
Kurapika reached up to gently brush aside his wild bangs before raking his fingers through the rest of his mop. It was evident that he had been slack in keeping his hair well-groomed. Hopefully, when they reached their next destination, he would be able to do something about it.
The sound of air whistled from between his lips as he breathed out. "Yeah. I am just a bit tired is all."
Naturally, he knew that Chrollo could easily see through any mask of deception used as the older man was a practical bullshit detector and always called him out for it. Not that he wasn't tired, as the last several months since leaving Yorknew had been grueling for them, but their recent excursion had been damaging, to say the least. Kurapika had a lot on his mind, specifically with the location they were headed to next. Chrollo had spoken little of it, mostly because they had to egress from where they were relatively quickly. The anomaly of it had left Kurapika feeling somewhat apprehensive.
Concealing that fact was virtually impossible even though he hated to make Chrollo worry.
A raised eyebrow foretold Kurapika that he was correct as usual.
"You're still a terrible liar, babe. Haven't you figured out yet that I can tell when you're trying to hide the truth from me?" For a second, he flicked his gaze in the younger man's direction and was able to see the slightly pouty look on his lover's face. It was amazing how Kurapika never ceased to look adorable that way. "I believe you're tired, that much is evident, but I can also tell you're still bothered by everything that happened recently."
Immediately, Kurapika appeared surprised, but it wasn't unlike Chrollo to reach those types of conclusions. His lover had been quite aware of the stresses and hardships that he had endured, which had added to the tax it had on him, but even then, Kurapika wasn't the only one to suffer. Chrollo had also dealt with his fair share of horrors since their little junket began.
The tightness in Kurapika's chest seemed to ease up ever so slightly when he felt warm fingers slowly twine with his own. Chrollo was affectionate, which he truly loved, and it continued to show the softer side of him that other people rarely saw.
Plus, it was further proof that Chrollo wasn't just a callous murderer as his outward façade had suggested.
Their brief silence allowed Kurapika to formulate a response, but Chrollo had already struck the nail on the head. "You're right. I don't think I have ever managed to fool you." He simply replied, and his fingers reacted to the touch by tightening around Chrollo's. Kurapika gave that sturdy hand a firm squeeze. "Still, a lot has happened, and in such a short amount of time that I won't spurn the fact it has made things increasingly difficult, primarily on my mentality." Once again, he faltered back to when he had become orphaned and lost his family, to when everything had changed and that survival meant doing anything, including acts he would later regret.
Living on the streets while begging for scraps and becoming the object of licentious degenerates had polluted his outlook, primarily the way he viewed Chrollo and the Spiders, but that had since changed.
Although he struggled emotionally between his past trauma and dealing with the outcomes from their encounters while acquiring the eyes, Kurapika was grateful for Chrollo's unremitting affirmation. The struggle to overcome everything he had suffered, along with the pain and sorrow he faced, had been arduous.
Receiving the constant declarations helped to confirm that Chrollo was more than some monster while renewing his love and faith in their relationship. Just hearing it alone gave him a sense of comfort plus the reassurance that he needed.
And to a fault, Kurapika suspected it was the same for Chrollo.
There wasn't any surprise when the older man gripped his hand more, the silent gesture a meaning that went beyond the capacity of mere words. Feeling those fingers, and seeing the strength within those dauntless, persistent greys only helped boost his confidence. Kurapika felt no less drawn to Chrollo now than from the day when he confessed his love for the man.
"Kura," he heard Chrollo whisper and looked up to see his lover watching him with the softest expression, "remember that you don't have to endure those struggles alone. I am always here for you, regardless of what may have happened."
Without speaking further, Chrollo pulled the younger man's hand towards his lips and planted a tender kiss on the back of it. Kurapika's skin was silky as it generally was, and he was unable to help himself as he unconsciously let his tongue quickly lap over the area.
It was hard to let go of Kurapika's effeminate-like hand in the next moment, but Chrollo reluctantly let his fingers slip away from his lover's own to let it come back to rest on the surface of the steering wheel. As much as he wanted to keep facing Kurapika and give the younger man his undivided attention, he had to focus on the road ahead of them lest he wanted to run the car off into a ditch or worse.
From the corner of his vision, Chrollo could still see Kurapika and realized that, even though his lover was tired and had become mentally worn down, his words seemed to invoke a faint smile on his pretty lips. Witnessing that had given Chrollo more confidence in himself and in the strength of the love they shared. Knowing that he made his lover happy in every possible way showed just how important he was to the younger man.
Chrollo wasn't sure why - not that it changed the way he felt - but Kurapika's smile had a way of melting his usually cold heart. And not only that, but he was just grateful to see him not moping for once.
The notion alone made Chrollo yearn to complete their search for the eyes all the more. Once Kurapika laid his clan to rest, they could move on with their lives. It would be the final push his lover needed to let go and embrace the idea that he had so much else to live for.
However long it took, Chrollo didn't want to stop until he could make Kurapika whole again, even if he wouldn't ever be exactly the same as he was before. Chrollo loved who the young Kura was now.
He averted from watching Kurapika - or from glancing at him - to focusing on the road entirely. Chrollo felt better that his lover didn't appear as depressed as he was before.
"I know," Kurapika responded after a few seconds of silence, the sensation of Chrollo's hand still fresh upon his skin." It's just that-" He paused as the words he wanted to say abruptly died on his lips. Like it was in the past, it was no different now, and Kurapika tried to say that worrying him was something he hated to do. Then again, not doing anything and trying to endure it on his own was virtually the same thing. Chrollo truly cared for him. "I do know I should be more vocal about what is bothering me, and for that I'm sorry."
Learning to express how you feel can be emotionally liberating, especially after losing your way, or, so it's been said. Kurapika was aware that opening up to people and confessing his feelings had always been difficult as he never wanted to get close to anyone because of his chosen path and way to live.
Now that his situation had changed, and because Chrollo was part of his life, a part of him, there was no longer any need to hold those emotions at bay. He didn't have to carry his burdens alone.
Trying to remember that was the only hard part.
"There is no need to apologize, angel. I do understand why you have been reluctant to open up and make your feelings known, but don't forget that I do care for you and it worries me when you try to take on everything alone." Chrollo reached over to briefly stroke his fingers gently through Kurapika's aurulent locks, and with a finger, brushed a few silken strands behind the blond's ear. The tips then trailed down to caress over that delicate, silver earring before moving away. "You don't ever have to worry about anything becoming too much for me, as nothing is too great, or too small." He added firmly.
Again, Kurapika was astonished by Chrollo's overt willingness and the fact his lover was ready to face whatever challenges he had to overcome, no matter the depth or severity. It was rare, almost unheard of for anyone to be that inclined to help, and without concern for how difficult or troublesome it could be.
Yet, Chrollo was different and vastly unlike the rest of his future comrades. Though it was rare, the smile that had graced his lips before had returned and was much more visible this time. "I'll try to keep that in mind," Kurapika commented softly. Once again, he was reminded of exactly why he had fallen in love with Chrollo.
The response made Chrollo grin, but only because of how much progress he made. Deepening and furthering his ties with Kurapika was significant, the need to bond as closely as possible stronger than any other there was. The younger man was his life, his world, a precious treasure that was irreplaceable, which he had no intentions of ever letting go of. To ensure they were tightly linked and to the point that it could never be severed was something he silently vowed would happen.
Kurapika meant everything to him, and despite that he was selfish and greedy, Chrollo wanted to keep people away to protect him. And even then, he would remain by Kurapika's side to ensure that.
"Good."
A low grunt disrupted the moment between them, and Amar rolled over irritably before yawning and curling up again. "You both need to be more confident in each other. That is a vital component in staying strong, but also with keeping faith."
Immediately, Kurapika looked over his shoulder towards the young, ebony creature and pursed his lips into a thin line. "How long have you been awake back there?" He questioned, clearly surprised.
"Long enough to know that you need to have more trust in your mate. Believing in him, is like believing in yourself, and to let those who care about you help bear the weight of your sins is vital."
Kurapika stiffened and was nearly taken by the realization. From the edge of his vision, he could see Chrollo nodding in assent.
"What he says isn't wrong. It's only spoken truth."
"Let yourself be guided while finding your way, and never allow yourself stray from your path."
"It's okay to lean on someone. Not everything can, or is meant to be handled alone."
Hearing those voices, the echoes of his clan, of those who he loved dearly, and just how right they were was like receiving a brick to the face. All he had done in life, from every trial and challenge to all the pain, suffering, and sorrow he endured after the massacre, was because of them. And like so many times before, they came to let him know just how far he had fallen. Ever since his mother had appeared with her plea to move on, it always reminded him of that fact.
At times, Kurapika still lost his way because of his narrow-minded outlook and determination. It caused him to have tunnel vision as he repeatedly got stuck on what he felt was 'duty' and never on anything else. Because of that, he tended to falter easily.
The truth in Amar's statement made Kurapika turn away, but he didn't argue against it either. Maybe he needed the reassurance from time to time, but at least one thing was certain - a few people supported him no matter the circumstance, and to them, he mattered most.
"I'll bear that in mind as well. Thank you."
Despite that his response was somewhat curt, Amar could sense the appreciation in his companion's voice. He nodded in Kurapika's direction. "I definitely hope so." He said and yawned before lifting his head to view them properly. "So, where are we headed to anyway?"
The abrupt change of subject made Kurapika lean back in his seat, and his gaze turned upon his lover again. Chrollo raised an eyebrow curiously. "I suppose we should discuss that now," he replied casually before deciding to face ahead, "since our destination requires air travel."
What Chrollo had said sparked a bit of shock in Kurapika. "Air travel? You mean we have to leave the continent again?" He stammered, disbelief underlining his voice.
"Well," Chrollo began, muscles relaxed as he kept calm, "I received notice from Shalnark that he tracked down another pair of Scarlet Eyes, but this time in a small town located on Azien continent. From what he found out, someone had come into possession of a pair recently." He paused and took a moment to breathe and lick his lips as they had become dry. Oh, how he could have gone for a cup of coffee at the moment. "Apparently, the person is a well-known doctor who specializes in organ transplants, eyes in particular." Chrollo remembered his initial surprise upon hearing the information that someone had the skills to transplant body parts from one person to another. But to have the same ability for the eyes as well? It practically astounded him.
Chrollo observed his lover from the edges of his vision to see how well he took the news, but so far, the younger man appeared unperturbed. The lack of any reaction made Chrollo wonder if it was a good or bad thing.
Silence filled the space in the car.
"Humans with the ability to remove organs and plant them into another," Amar intoned, clearly startled. "Is that even possible?" He inquired, not sure what to think.
As mysterious they were, Amar never suspected that any of them would manage such a strange - but disturbing - feat, and yet, he was taken by morbid curiosity.
Precisely what else were humans capable of?
Tanned lips pursed, and Chrollo glanced at the ebony creature from within the rearview mirror. "Oh, it's quite possible." He confirmed and could see the shift from surprise to analytical in Amar's expression. "Those types of practices have been going on for over a century. It's not unknown for people who are terminally ill to receive organs from those who have died as a way of getting a second chance. Some people choose for their parts to be donated after passing."
It wasn't a subject that Chrollo himself was ignorant of. Although he was a thief and wasn't medically inclined, he was well aware of organ transplantation. There were even several occasions where he had considered the possibility of partaking in the trafficking of such things.
But even though he never got involved, his knowledge of it wasn't entirely impotent.
For Kurapika, it was no different, as he was somewhat familiar with the idea himself. "Honestly," Kurapika began and breathed in slowly, "I know someone who is studying to become a doctor, and can attest those practices do happen, but are not uncommon in the medical world." He evoked the memory of when Leorio had told him, Gon, and Killua about his past and the close friend he lost to a disease that could have been cured.
After that, Leorio had gone on to talk about the marvels of scientific and medical breakthroughs. Transplantation just happened to be one of them.
Procedures such as that were considered both a blessing and a miracle.
Yet, Amar found it challenging to comprehend. Not only was it bizarre, but outrageous even though it astonished him that humans had found it possible to do something of that caliber.
"Oh?" He muttered quietly, still baffled by what he had heard. However, the notion continued to enthrall him. "Knowing this makes me even more interested in meeting this 'doctor,' especially if they are able to perform such unimaginable acts."
Disagreeing with him was impossible as Chrollo was no less fascinated than Amar. However, in reality, their only reasoning for tracking this particular person down was to locate and retrieve the eyes.
Once again, Chrollo stole a glance at Kurapika, wondering how his lover felt, but this time, he appeared conflicted. "Did you acquire any other information on the target? Like their name, or how many pairs the person has?" Kurapika finally asked, blue eyes trained in his direction.
Chrollo sensed the tension in the younger man's voice, but he kept surprisingly calm. Almost too calm.
"Of course," he stated, though Chrollo weighed his partner carefully, "Shalnark gave me what information that he could find." He paused a moment, then breathed in slowly. "Our target's name is Mikel Jemmerson, a middle aged man who had recently purchased a pair of Scarlet Eyes from a private collector. If he owns any others, I am uncertain, but Shal was able to track down the document of the recent transaction he made."
Another brief period of silence descended upon them until a scoffing sound broke the awkward quiet. Kurapika crossed his arms, and a faint twist came over his lips. "I see." He muttered after managing to formulate a response. "That makes me wonder why he went through the trouble to buy a pair of them." Kurapika clicked his tongue once he finished speaking as a probable idea crossed his mind. It wouldn't surprise him if they were going to be abused just like the rest. One of his hands clenched into a fist.
To think that yet, another person would be so heinous and desecrate the remains of his people; Kurapika fought hard to contain his anger and keep it back.
"We can only guess," Chrollo interjected after he noticed the tension accenting his lover's body. The weight of their situation had finally sunk in. It had only been a matter of time. "For now, let's make our way to the town of Talanite Ridge where Mikel currently resides. After we arrive, then we will be able to learn more. In the meantime, babe, just try and relax."
There was another huff, and Kurapika reclined against his seat once more, but this time with his eyes closed, the scowl still evident on his pale countenance. Chrollo could sense the annoyance practically oozing from every pore his lover had.
Amar merely laid there quietly while observing the transaction between them. He, too, could sense the tension around them. It was evident that Kurapika was displeased.
Alas, there wasn't much else any of them could do at the moment. Until they reached the place where this man lived, none of them would be able to do anything more. Whatever the Scarlet Eyes were, it was still a mystery to him, but Amar wanted to help them nonetheless.
Eventually, he hoped to understand why they were so crucial to Kurapika.
Amar yawned before closing his eyes to let himself rest as darkness had fallen, and it was already late. Stars dotted the sky and twinkled like a vast array of bright lights, the moon glowing from high above.
A peaceful quiet had descended over the area as they drove the rest of the way in silence.
The sun had just risen over the horizon when the edges of the airport at Jezeru came into view. Behind it was the shimmering expanse of the Saudade ocean, its waves glittering like diamonds beneath the early morning light. Upon the winds carried the smell of the salt and the taste of the sea. Creatures of various shapes darted between the cascading waves, some even flipping high into the air. One even appeared to a dolphin, the very same animals rumored to have a high intelligence level and live in pods.
With all its beauty and grace, the ocean was a sight to behold and an even deadlier place. A gentle breeze swept across the surface, causing more foam capped surf to sweep along, the current favorable due to the calm weather.
Gulls of all shapes glided through the air, their rhythmic wingbeats and trilling calls flowing naturally as they dove towards the ocean and back up again. Just watching them was mesmerizing, as if their unbridled dancing easily captivated the soul.
Gradually, the border to the airport came closer, and Kurapika closed the cover of the tome before carefully placing it into the small shoulder bag he carried. He reluctantly put aside the invaluable, alluring stories that always seem to captivate his interest, as he enjoyed reading more about the ancient society that existed before their current one. Kurapika had even tried to find information about the Nacknars within its context, but only stories of Darkhounds were ever inscribed on the pages.
The more he thought about it, mentions of Darkhounds, and their biology was similar to Nacknars, yet, they were no less deadly. Meeting either was a stroke of bad luck, and Kurapika was grateful that Darkhounds didn't currently exist. Dealing with the Nacknars had been bad enough. If Darkhounds had also lived, it wouldn't have boded well for the rest of the world.
He secured the flap on the bag and casually brushed his hand against the satchel that was almost perpetually strung to his waist. Kurapika reached inside it, and his lithe fingers contacted a smooth, heart-shaped stone. Carefully, Kurapika retrieved the colorful reddish, green object and brought it close. Almost instantly, he felt a wave of calm flow through him, the energy within - that Chrollo had imbued into it - taking over and making him relax.
Kurapika felt his muscles loosen as the longer he held the small stone, the more tranquil his mind became. No matter how many times he touched Chrollo's gift, it seemed to always bring about a feeling of serenity while melting away all his tension and negative emotions. Slowly, Kurapika's fingers closed tighter around the stone, and he mentally swore to utilize it more often. Between that and the necklace he wore, they were the only things that grounded him best, aside from Chrollo himself.
It was quiet inside the car, but every so often, his lover had reached over to either card through golden hair or stroke affectionately over his leg. A few times, Chrollo had strayed somewhat close to his groin, but Kurapika never chided the older man for it, as any sort of touch at that point either felt good or was comforting.
Eventually, Kurapika wanted to spend time alone with Chrollo again, even if it was just for a few hours. It was evident they both needed it.
He breathed in deeply before releasing a long, muffled sigh. Though he had already come so far, there was still a long way to go yet before completing his goal. Some day, Kurapika wanted to finally see it come full circle.
"Only then, can you move on, and actually be free," Kurapika told himself, ever hopeful of a future, and one that included Chrollo. The idea of settling down, possibly having a family, and living an ordinary life had an appeal that Kurapika still desired. He remembered the conversation they had back at the cabin right after fleeing Mirie, and even now, some of those prospects continued to tantalize him. Once it was all said and done, maybe they would get married or even have kids.
It definitely was lofty dreams and enticing goals, but it was something that Kurapika never stopped wanting. The duty to retrieve the eyes of his kinsmen was onerous, which made him hold steadfast to his convictions. And despite that, looking towards a better future is what helped to keep him emotionally tied. If it wasn't for Chrollo, Kurapika wasn't sure where he would have ended up.
"We're almost to Jezeru," Chrollo announced, and the sound of his lover's voice instantly drew his attention. Vivacious cerulean eyes found breathtaking greys. "Shortly from now, we will be catching a flight to the Azien continent and to the city of Falknor. Then we will begin making our way to Talanite Ridge, which is only a few kilometers away.
Knowing they were closer to their destination gave Kurapika a semblance of relief. The fiasco in Gaspen had left him tense, and his body, unfortunately, suffered from the after-effects. At the moment, he mostly wanted a nice, warm shower and a decent meal to eat. And afterward, possibly a little amount of time to read while curled up next to Chrollo.
Carefully, he slung the strap of the bag over his shoulder and nodded. "Alright. I am sure you plan for us to discuss more of our upcoming mission after we arrive at our destination?" He inquired, confidence bleeding into his words.
The question was somewhat unusual, as it was common for their plans to generally get finalized after reaching the location of where their target resided. Chrollo smirked faintly and tilted his head. "Of course, angel. It would be best all considering. We just need to map out how to proceed with retrieving this particular pair, and digging up any other possible information on Mikel Jemmerson that could help us."
Without speaking further, he reached over to briefly but tenderly stroke his fingertips lightly over the length of Kurapika's cheek. The younger man's skin was velvety with its usual appearances like porcelain and warmth like the sun. He never stopped admiring just how perfect Kurapika was and the fact that his lover never stopped looking angelic. If wings ever did sprout from the younger man's back, it wouldn't surprise him.
Chrollo let his fingers trail down to a spot just beneath Kurapika's ear before deciding to slip away. There was a soft noise of protest that followed his retreat, but Chrollo had already retaken hold of the steering wheel.
A tingling sensation remained from where those fingers had caressed his skin, and Kurapika reached up to delicately touch the area. "Yes, I agree. At least we will have the time to discuss it thoroughly since we are close to the airport as is." For a moment, he traced over where they had been, each second making him miss the contact even more. Though having Chrollo beside him, just the man's presence alone was comforting.
It never ceased to be of any wonder just how much his lover enervated him.
Not long afterward, they entered the airport's parking lot, and Chrollo meticulously pulled the car into one of the spaces closest to the entrance. Amar perked up instantly when the sound of the doors echoed through the car. "So, we have arrived?" He questioned before jumping out of the back seat, his claws making a clicking sound on the blacktop when his paws impacted it.
"Yes," Chrollo affirmed and went around to the trunk so he could retrieve his and Kurapika's suitcases. "From here, we will need to board an airship heading to Falknor. The trip there, however, will take several hours."
Once the suitcases were settled on the ground, he closed the lid with a snap and faced the airport. With any luck, the next flight out wouldn't be too long from now.
Kurapika went to retrieve his suitcase, right hand clasping over the handle when his attention diverted back to Amar. The ebony creature stood beside him with a curious expression as usual. "What about him? I don't know if it will be easy to get Amar on the blimp unlike ourselves," Kurapika blurted out, obviously concerned. Because of Amar's likeness and that he wasn't human, Kurapika wondered if getting him inside flight with them would be a problem. He wasn't exactly a magical beast either, although it may have been possible to pose him as one, Kurapika didn't think Amar would be accepted even then.
Unless Amar had some trick up the proverbial sleeve to make himself obscure, Kurapika wasn't entirely sure how they would get him past security, let alone the attendants aboard the airship.
The cessation of the ground crackling foretold that Chrollo had stopped, his suitcase poised next to him. The older man turned and smirked at Kurapika. "Don't worry, babe. I have a plan for that."
Hearing the conversation between both men caused Amar to halt in his own steps, and his eyes shifted between them. "What are you going to do with me?" He asked. There was a slight tremble to his voice. Generally, not much frightened him, as the Nacknars were fearless by nature, but he wasn't exactly like the rest of them. Amar looked almost anxious.
"It's nothing to stress about," Chrollo spoke and flicked his hand upward. Seconds afterward, Skill Hunter appeared within his palm, and he searched for the page he needed. "We are going to use this. Which is perfectly harmless." He added before producing a large, silken cloth in his other hand. Chrollo's eyes landed directly on Amar. "As with inanimate objects, I can put living matter into this and safely retrieve it later. You will be fine, and able to breathe without issue."
Kurapika stared fixed at Fun Fun cloth for several long moments. The idea sounded good on a fundamental level, but then he remembered one thing about the Nacknars and what made them the most difficult to fend off. "Will that even work?" He interjected and shifted to face Amar. "Your kind has developed some kind of resistance to our Nen abilities, which made it hard for us to fight them off back in Mirie. Could it possibly interfere with us using that on you?" Kurapika was almost sure that would be the case, his expression mirroring what he thought.
Both men turned their eyes onto him, and Amar, to a fault, buckled under the weight of their acquisitive gazes. It was so abrupt, but fortunately, it took the young Nacknar only a few scant seconds to regain his composure. "Yes," he responded slowly, his ears furling slightly, "as we are resistant to any types of magic, and this... Nen seems to be akin to that. However," Amar paused and tilted his head slightly, "my kin also has the ability to suppress that as well. They just don't willfully do it." As the last syllable left his mouth, Amar wagered the information would assuage any concerns that his companions may have.
It wasn't a widely known fact and generally seen as unimportant, mostly since none of the other Nacknars would let such a weakness be readily shown or exploited. Lest any of them suppressed their resistance, there would be no way of utilizing that to anyone's advantage.
Amar, however, was the only one who was willing to do it. He was nothing like those who shared his genetics, anyway.
"Interesting," Chrollo expressed, and he stepped a bit closer to Amar. "You can basically make it so that our Nen is effective when it contacts you. Color me impressed. That is quite valuable. However, I am confident that others of your kind wouldn't be so quick to do the same thing as it is a flaw that could be readily used."
Red eyes remained fixed on startling grey, the truth residing firmly behind them. Beside Amar, Kurapika looked somewhat stunned, his own expression somewhat baffled. The young man raised one hand to rake it through his hair before expelling a heavy breath. "Not like it would have helped us during that major battle. If it's something that must be done freely, this knowledge wouldn't have benefitted us back then. It just assists us now with getting him on the airship."
Looking back on it, the idea those creatures even had any kind of weakness seemed unbelievable. Now, it was like reality had slammed into them. Yet, the more Kurapika reanalyzed the encounters he and Chrollo had with the Nacknars, certain aspects about them didn't quite add up. While they were grossly massive and strangely overwhelming by their sheer numbers alone, they didn't seem very difficult to take down, especially with more people helping.
Perhaps the discrepancy made up for their resistance to Nen, and they were physically weaker. Kurapika remembered Amar telling them what gave the Nacknars a significant advantage: their ability to inundate their enemies by having a massive amount of troupes, but the ones here, he said they had been cut off from the collective. Fortunately, that appeared to be the case.
At least what remained of the Nacknars currently on their world were confined to the Dark Continent.
The indictment had Amar nearly withering beneath both men's accusatory stares, his heart sinking into the pit of his stomach as a result. Both of his long ears laid almost flat as he inadvertently bowed his head. "Forgive me. I truly thought it would be a detail that wouldn't provide much succor, so I never bothered to mention it. Seems that was an oversight on my part." His snout remained pointed downward, though his hollowed eyes tried to best keep both men in his sights.
With any luck, Kurapika wouldn't be angry with him.
"Don't worry about it. Not as if the information would have done us any good. What you have already told us about them is valuable enough." There was a split second of silence, and Kurapika began walking towards the entrance of the airport. He stopped long enough to glance back at Chrollo and Amar. "We should get going. There is no use standing around. Are you both coming?" He questioned critically.
Kurapika's declaration brought about an instant sigh of relief, and Amar felt his heart release after feeling clenched for so long. He nodded to Chrollo and mentally suppressed his defenses.
"Alright then. I am going to place you inside of Fun Fun Cloth. The space within won't change, just your actual size. It may cause you to feel a bit displaced, but otherwise, there should be no problem. I will release you once we are within our private cabin aboard the blimp."
He then flourished the reddish cloth, and in the next moment, Amar vanished inside. Chrollo dispelled it back into Skill Hunter, and the book disappeared afterward.
Wasting not another second, he took hold of his luggage and trailed hurriedly after his blond Kurta.
Chrollo looked up from the book that he had been reading and gently closed it before reluctantly setting it aside. It had been awkwardly silent within the cabin, but he had utilized the opportunity to go through some of the literature that he had been putting off for a long time. Some of which were relatively interesting documents on history or about the many different types of cultures.
Doing so helped pass the time, especially while on extensive trips. Chrollo laid the book next to him, and his gaze eventually found Amar, who had been sitting by the window. His stare was anchored to the scenery outside. The young, ebony creature had been stuck at that point for nearly the entire time they had been on the airship. Right after he was released from Fun Fun Cloth, it appeared that Amar had been taken by the landscape of plush clouds and blue sky.
Although it was dipping late into the day, he couldn't seem to tear his from the window. It was as if the Nacknar had never flown through the air before.
The sound of groaning soon drew his attention away, and Chrollo looked down at Kurapika's sleeping form. His lover had gotten tired halfway through their trip and decided to lie down, blond head resting on his lap. It was amazing how peaceful he looked, even when slumbering. Chrollo reached over to gingerly rake his fingers through Kurapika's soft tresses, the strands silky as ever and falling easily between the tips. Again, the younger man stirred with a groan, but this time, he shivered as well and mumbled something incoherent. Chrollo stopped what he was doing before reaching to grab his coat and carefully place it over Kurapika. In the next instant, he went quiet, then still and fell contentedly asleep once more.
It seemed that Kurapika had a penchant for his coat. Whenever his lover wore it, he appeared calmer, though Kurapika took it whenever he got the chance and acted like he never wanted to let it go. Chrollo suspected it was also because the coat was his and gave Kurapika not only a semblance of comfort, but it was another way the younger man could feel close to him. The idea brought a grin to his face as it was just another aspect that bound them further.
Seeing Kurapika asleep beneath it made him look precious, and Chrollo figured that perhaps, he would let his lover wear it a bit more often.
Another hour passed, and finally, the flight attendant's voice came over the intercom. "We will be landing in Falknor in about ten minutes."
He gazed down at Kurapika again, who continued to slumber while snuggled up within his coat. Kurapika's head was warm on his thigh and looked too adorable to disturb, so he decided to let his beautiful lover sleep a bit longer.
Inside of the hotel room was relatively spacious and generally larger than most places they tended to stay at. Even the bed was king-sized, and there was a small kitchen with a fridge, and of course, a coffee maker. Ordinarily, Kurapika would have castigated his lover for being superfluous and overindulgent, but this time, he let Chrollo gratify himself. In truth, it was nice to have something more than just the basics.
They had set aside their luggage off into one corner of the room, so it was out of the way, then Kurapika made haste for the bathroom. Chrollo followed quickly behind him, while Amar watched them curiously before going off to find a place to curl up in. By the time they had arrived in Talanite Ridge, it was late, and he wanted to rest.
Whatever his companions were about to do was more than he cared to think about, and after finding the perfect spot to settle in, Amar laid down and closed his eyes. He vaguely heard the sound of a door shutting from the other room where the bed was.
All he could do was blot out the interference and find sanctuary within sleep.
The bathroom area was luxurious, and Kurapika stepped inside the vast, spacious shower after stripping off his clothes. It wasn't like any of the other hotels where it was just a standard basin and curtain. This one had a massive walk-in area with two glass doors that closed it off. A sprayer nozzle connected by a long, silver hose was at the front. Kurapika heard the doors click shut again as Chrollo came up behind him and wrapped those powerful arms around his waist.
"Why don't you turn the shower on, love?" He purred and nipped pleasantly at Kurapika's ear.
Kurapika huffed softly and leaned forward to flip the knobs. Instantly, warm water cascaded down over them.
"Better?" He replied sarcastically and laid his head back against Chrollo's shoulder. The older man's muscular chest pressed firmly against his back, and Kurapika was unable to stop the slight moan that exited past his lips.
A grin spread across Chrollo's visage at the sound, and he slowly trailed his mouth up along Kurapika's shoulders and neck, biting the skin gently as he made his way towards those luscious lips. "Do I really need to answer that?" Chrollo hummed and then leaned forward to capture Kurapika's mouth before the younger man could manage to respond.
There was no hesitation when his lover accepted the kiss, nor did he restrain the fervor behind it. Kurapika's lips worked in tandem with his, their breaths hot, and breathing quickened. Chrollo took the first opportunity to push his tongue inside his lover's mouth, and Kurapika instantly raised his own to meet it. Both appendages slid along one another like an elegant dance, and Chrollo was able to taste the coffee still present on the younger man's tongue. Even Kurapika's nostrils flared as he drank in the scent of the cologne that Chrollo wore.
Instinctively, Kurapika gravitated closer to him as those sturdy hands began to caress the length of his body. Because of the way they were pressed together and the friction of Chrollo's skin against his own, it truly felt like heaven. Even the warmth between them had Kurapika craving for more. He gasped breathlessly against their locks while his hands crept their way to Chrollo's head before finally tangling amid his gorgeous raven crop.
Everything seemed to slow, even the world itself. Time was non-existent, and all that mattered was them and the sensation of being close. Kurapika quickly got lost in the moment, just as Chrollo had, and neither of them thought about anything else aside from the joy of each other's presence and the intimacy they were sharing.
It wasn't until the water had inevitably turned cold before either of them decided to exit the shower and dry off, then head for the large bed that awaited them.
Kurapika didn't bother getting dressed as he was too tired to care and closed his eyes when his head hit the pillow. Thank the Gods that Amar had taken the initiative to sleep in the other room instead. Chrollo had soon done the same, though he made sure to tug Kurapika firmly against him, then reached over to turn the light off. His head came to rest on Kurapika's shoulder before burrowing his face into the skin of the younger man's neck. "Rest well my love," Chrollo uttered and wrapped his arms around his lover's slender frame.
They needed to get some decent sleep for once as there was still much that had to be done.
After Thoughts: I hope you guys enjoyed this installment. Of course, it wasn't as action-packed as the prior chapter, but it's far from over. As the boys get closer and closer to completing their goal, things will increase and continue to heat up. Plus, there are events planned beyond even that, so there is still so much more to come, especially since it seems that Chrollo and Kurapika have earned themselves a long-time companion. ;)
Exactly what role Amar plays and just how far he manages to go will get revealed soon as well. Though I will say this, he definitely isn't the same as the ones Chrollo and Kurapika fought. So, there is that.
