A/N: Hello again dear readers. Once again, it's time for another chapter update. Fortunately, it didn't take me as long as most updates tend to, but with how busy I've been and life getting hectic, I didn't get this finished last week like I had hoped. Still, here is the final product. :) All done up and (practically) ready to go.
There is quite a bit going on in this chapter, which hopefully makes up for the delays. :3 Aside from that, please do enjoy this next installment.
Also, I have to (regretfully) mention this chapter is also unbeta'd. It seems that my beta reader has been going through a lot on her end, and it's delayed her in getting around to putting my chapters through a second editing phase. To keep my updates decently regular without huge gaps between chapter installments, I have decided to continue loading and updating with revised copies after she finishes for the time being. Until the situation on her end improves, I feel this is the best recourse.
Summary: After reaching the town of Talanite Ridge, Kurapika and Chrollo make preparations to retrieve the next pair of Scarlet Eyes. What they find after tracking down their target is not only surprising, but unexpected.
"So, you're telling me that our target is using the eyes as implants for sick patients?" Kurapika exclaimed, his expression a mix between shock and outrage. The color of his skin seemed more pale than usual, and for a moment, his eyes briefly changed, their hue more luminescent than ever.
There was a sound of clinking as a metal spoon was stirred inside a porcelain cup. "It would appear so. From what my sources say, it's been his motivation for collecting the Scarlet Eyes since the beginning." Chrollo looked up from the arctic object that sat between his fingers and towards the discomfited younger man. It was hard to ignore the fluster that was clearly etched over those features.
Immediately, Kurapika tore his gaze away, his attention locked on one of his own hands as it was resting on the table surface. The smell of coffee had permeated his senses long before and tantalized his nose, but it took all he had to ignore its beckon. His fingers instinctively curled into a fist.
"Truthfully, I find it hard to believe. We know that transplantation does exist, but to think that it is feasible with the eyes-" Kurapika abruptly stopped mid-sentence and breathed in sharply. While the intention may have been for the benefit of others, one fact remained; his clan never chose for their eyes to be used in such a mannerism. Knowing that made it no less difficult. The notion was the same as any other to him—just more abuse of people's remains.
It was something that he hated, and even more now than what could amount to how he once felt for the Genei Ryodan. Although he was trying to move past what had transpired long ago and accept the people closest to his lover aside from himself, the fact still remained. The decimation of anyone's remains was beyond any form of comprehension, understanding, or acceptance.
Watching Kurapika practically seize up, that lithe hand curling into a fist, and the tangle of emotions that flickered over his visage was enough to draw out more of Chrollo's sympathy. He loathed the misery that his lover fought against. "It's still possible that might not be the case and our target has other reasons for why he obtained a pair of the eyes, but we can't say for certain as there is no further information on the man than what we already know."
They fell immediately silent, and Chrollo took a sip of his coffee before lowering the cup once more to think. From what they had learned, the man was a doctor that most in the town seemed to trust and had experience with transplanting human organs. Whether or not this included procedures of the eyes, none of them could be sure. And even if that was possible, there was no certainty if the Scarlet Eyes were a part of it.
Chrollo's fingers came to rest just above his mouth, almost as if he was in deep thought. Planning how to forge ahead had been rather difficult, mostly because there was so little information to go off of. The lack of solid leads on precisely what they were going to be walking into made it entirely stressful on Kurapika.
Not knowing was evidently making his lover stir crazy.
The tension in Kurapika's fingers didn't appear to loosen up, and Chrollo reached over to gently cup his hand over the younger man's. His touch successfully drew those frosty blue eyes towards his, and Chrollo gave the one beneath his own a firm squeeze. "It's just as before, like the time when we infiltrated the Mafia, and also the village of Fallyne. Both of those instances neither of us quite knew what awaited us, so this is understandably the same." There was a momentary pause as Kurapika allowed his hand to slightly relax and quietly slid his thumb between Chrollo's own thumb and index finger, the gesture somewhat reassuring. He gave the area a quick nudge. "Though it does worry me that we will be walking into this virtually blind." Kurapika finally added tersely.
Looking back on events in his life, Kurapika wasn't exactly a stranger to running headlong into the unknown without advanced planning or where the risks were exceptionally high, but doing so on any continuous whim didn't make the situations easier. Avoiding unnecessary strife was better than incurring damages that couldn't be mitigated.
Plus, it was just less troublesome when missions went smoothly. Kurapika remembered a few instances when biding his time made the outcome much more savory.
Viewing their current objective with the same perspective was no different, but unfortunately, the circumstances this time didn't permit that. Kurapika was left unhappy about the notion, yet there wasn't anything they could do about it.
Almost the second the words had left his mouth, a single long, ebony ear perked straight up, and the young creature who had been laying beside them glanced in their direction. Kurapika mentally prepared himself for the voice that would soon ring inside his head.
"When walking into the unknown," Amar spoke casually, the tone philosophical as usual, "it is prudent to be prepared for any case event. Doing this, will make it much easier to handle when using alternate methods to ensure success." He yawned, then rose his head. It was clear to Amar that Kurapika was struggling with himself again.
Much of his companion's past was unclear to him, as it was something that had not yet been divulged. Amar could only guess as to what Kurapika had endured, but nevertheless, helping the young man overcome his demons was essential.
One of Kurapika's eyebrows raised at the response, his attention fixed on the ebony creature. He could see the honesty behind those hollowed, red eyes. "I do understand that, as it's always necessary to remain prepared for virtually anything. The only problem is that having very little knowledge beforehand makes it exceptionally difficult to formulate any kind of solid plan. We may have to improvise as we go along considering this." Kurapika finalized, his mental state already somewhat frayed after all that he had been through.
He reached over with his free hand to pick up the cup filled with coffee that sat beside him. The liquid was still relatively hot, and steam rose from the top. Kurapika carefully took a sip, the caffeine helping him cope with the situation.
Getting through each mission, although he knew the cost, was no less grueling and incommodious. It seemed to only get worse after each one, which made it increasingly difficult to contend with. At least Chrollo was there to help him. And now Amar.
Or at least, that is what it seemed like.
Kurapika felt Chrollo squeeze his hand, and the touch was mollifying.
"Don't stress yourself too much, love. It's nothing that we haven't already done before. I don't blame you as dealing with each circumstance in that way gets tiresome, but it must still be done."
It was an honest statement, though without any intention of ruffling Kurapika's feathers. Chrollo gave his lover's hand another firm squeeze for reaffirmation and then took another pull from his mug. Keeping the younger man in tune with reality at times wasn't easy, but then again, it wasn't always a struggle. In truth, he and Kurapika tended to keep each other balanced.
There were times where he had also stepped out of context or made rash, uncouth decisions. Even during those points, Kurapika had brought him back into perspective, which served as a reminder that not everything could be done in a dilettantish manner.
Despite his worries and insecurities, Chrollo knew that deep down, he and Kurapika were destined for one another. As the young Kurta had proven time and again of the physical and emotional connection they shared, there was no contesting it. Of course, Kurapika could have anyone he wanted because of just how beautiful and attractive he is, yet that didn't stop the blond man from choosing to be with a person like him. Chrollo was the reason that Kurapika once hated him but now loved him. If fate had any other plans, none of them had ever come to pass.
Reminding himself of that was hard at times.
Though Kurapika appeared to grasp such a concept, his expression changed from presage and doubt to courage and resolution. It was one of the few moments where he was quickly and effortlessly motivated. "Alright, then we'll go forward with the idea of 'feeling the waters,' so to speak," Kurapika conceded and hid his face behind the width of his cup. Chrollo grinned at his answer, but the pressure over his hand never loosened even by a fraction. The gesture conveyed the assurance he needed. After a few seconds, Kurapika lowered it back to the table. "Once we get an idea of what it is that we are dealing with, then we can extemporize some way to proceed."
Both Chrollo and Amar exchanged quick glances at one another, though it was the young Nacknar who appeared more astonished than the raven-haired Ryodan leader. "That seems like the best way to go." He commented, agreeing with the approach to their current dilemma. "At the very least, we can hopefully end up with a more favorable outcome than previously." After how the last two missions went, they had sufficient information to devise a more concrete plan, which limited the chances for adverse outcomes. And even though it wasn't precisely the case for both, running in head-long was a definite recipe for disaster.
Pertaining all three of them could stay on the same page, there was a greater likelihood that any damage - if at all - could easily be mitigated. With any luck, nothing detrimental would happen this time.
"I agree," Chrollo added immediately afterward, the grin on his lips now gone. "If we can get a better understanding of who our target is, and what he is like, I feel that we may be able to generate something that will work to our advantage. However," he paused and faced Kurapika, "that means you need to remain calm if the situation becomes complicated. Don't let your emotions get the better of you."
To a fault, professing was partially contradictory as Chrollo was aware that he had been guilty of such a thing in the past as well. Yet, it had been Kurapika who had struggled with keeping himself together much more recently. Keeping a hold on their composure was an aspect that Chrollo made sure to improve on since the beginning of their journey, but it was necessary to encourage Kurapika to do the same.
It wasn't hard to extrapolate that his lover struggled with the notion.
For Kurapika, the weight of truth had, unfortunately, rained down on him like a hale of bricks. He already knew that staying collected, especially when it came to the Scarlet Eyes and how they were handled, caused him to lose all sense of control, which had turned out to be a point of weakness. He sighed, and Kurapika closed his eyes. "I understand." He conferred without hesitation. "While I am cognizant of the fact that I haven't been so cooperative in the most recent past, I promise to not allow my anger to rule me." Kurapika could see a look of scrutiny on Chrollo's face, but he didn't let it upset him. The fault was already there.
Even Amar had the same expression.
"I don't deny that you haven't said the same thing before, but I do believe you will put forth the effort to follow through this time, babe." Chrollo picked up his mug and decisively finished off what was left. He then moved his hand away from Kurapika reluctantly, but only to lean over and brush his fingertips over the man's cheekbone. Chrollo never got over just how plush Kurapika's pale skin was.
The sensation had caused one of Kurapika's hands to come up to brush against Chrollo's, his head leaning automatically into it. "My actions are the reason you have been led to feel that way, but I don't blame you for it." He responded, conviction evident in his voice. "This time, I assure you that I won't be so easily swayed," Kurapika furthered, and he brought his palm fully to rest over the top of Chrollo's hand. The warmth was comforting.
Amar watched both men, their love for each other naturally making him curious, but this time, seeing the tenderness gave him a sense of adoration. It was one of the few times where seeing their affection didn't bother him. "When are we to enact on this mission?" He asked after several minutes have passed while giving his companions time to enjoy their closeness.
Reluctantly, Chrollo pulled away, and Kurapika sat back in his chair, a slight tinge of red accenting his flesh. The sight made Chrollo smirk, but it faded swiftly. "I figured we could pay Mikel a visit later today. Beforehand, we can do some reconnaissance, and see what information we might be able to gather from the locals around town. There is a chance that one of them may know something." He pushed the chair back and rose before heading to the coffee maker, mug in hand. Chrollo then dispensed himself another cup. Once it was full, he added some cream and sweetener, then moved back towards the table before taking a sip.
"Honestly, I have to agree," Kurapika began, his attention still on Chrollo despite what happened between them earlier, "as that doesn't seem like a bad idea. It would help with possibly giving us some kind of image of exactly who Mikel Jemmerson really is." Kurapika paused and closed his eyes; although the man in question might have been doing unspeakable acts with the Scarlet Eyes in his possession, the fact remained clear—he was so much closer to completing his objective. Nothing was going to stop him from reaching his goal.
Chrollo instantly noticed the brief lapse in Kurapika's stature and closed the gap between them once again. He gently placed one hand on the younger man's thin shoulder and gave it a reassuring squeeze. It was evident that Kurapika continued to struggle with the burden of his past and the duty he chose, but regardless, Chrollo wanted to see it through.
Albeit that he had been the reason for his lover's predicament, Chrollo also wanted to be the one to help in the solution. Doing so was just part of the atonement that he sought.
There wasn't a day that went by where Kurapika's pain didn't affect him. Chrollo was aware of where his past decisions had put the younger man in, and for that, it only solidified the drive to correct what he had done wrong.
When it came down to it, Chrollo felt that he really should take Kurapika to see the very person who had been the catalyst for all that happened. Although he and his spiders carried out the act, it was only a paid contract by those who live in the underbelly of society. Of course, he wasn't exempt from the consequences, but it didn't end with him.
Perhaps if Kurapika were to also cut the head off the final snake, he would find peace. Laying his clan to rest was just the other part.
A soft sigh escaped Kurapika's sweet lips, and Chrollo smiled from behind the rim of his mug. "It's more than likely someone will have information on our target since Talanite Ridge is a relatively small town. We encountered that same luck back in Odaria with Debron Cloch, so it stands to reason it may be the same here." Chrollo sensed Kurapika shiver slightly after his mention of the mad scientist, and he held more firmly to Kurapika's shoulder for comfort. His lover still battled with the aftermath of that encounter like he did with a few others.
Overcoming trauma like that - along with everything else - would definitely take some time. Chrollo wanted to be there and support Kurapika no matter what. Each day he was thoroughly reminded of just how precious the younger man was to him.
And this was despite his overly possessive nature. Chrollo just couldn't negate the desire to keep Kurapika all to himself. Not only would it keep him safe, but also push others away, especially those who were lecherous. But he couldn't lock Kurapika away inside a gilded cage, nor would he. Chrollo knew his beautiful Kurta was just as possessive of him, so that alone helped ease his worries even though staying in perspective regarding that was difficult.
In the back of his mind, Chrollo somehow knew they would never part. He and Kurapika loved each other that much.
The weight of Chrollo's touch on his shoulder was placating, and Kurapika calmed himself. Even his lover's aura had a soothing effect. He unconsciously reached for the stone inside his satchel and fingered it gently. "Considering that idea then, perhaps we should get moving soon while the day is still fairly young. I would like to approach this person as soon as possible before too much time has passed," Kurapika added quietly, his hand closing around the stone momentarily. Keeping it close by always seemed to help.
He was also able to sense the gentle pull of Chrollo's Nen. There were times where it was filled with murderous intent, but now it was anything but. Kurapika reached out with his own.
It was something that Chrollo felt instantaneously, the flow of it washing over him entirely. Kurapika's aura was pleasing, satisfying, almost drug-inducing, like a high caused by euphoria, and he drank heavily on it. In the beginning, the younger man's aura would have consisted of nothing but malice and hatred towards him, but now—
Only passion and yearning filled its composition.
"Alright," Chrollo stated and took another draw from his mug. He was a bit surprised that Kurapika hadn't reached for his own again since refilling it. "We probably shouldn't waste what time we have in any regard. I don't blame you, love for wishing to reclaim each pair as quickly as possible. I just want to retain caution while doing so, mostly after past circumstances."
The end portion of Chrollo's comment caused Kurapika to jerk slightly, but his lover was right nonetheless. Neither of them could afford to run headlong into any situation. They had enough problems as is. "I get what you're saying. Don't worry." He replied before finally deciding to finish off what remained in his cup.
Amar's hollowed eyes shifted between both men before cocking his head slightly angular. "I suppose that you both have everything worked out then?" He questioned, hoping they had managed to formulate some kind of a plan.
Seconds later, Kurapika placed his empty cup back on the table, and he turned to look at the young Nacknar. "So it seems." He began and was silently grateful that he and Chrollo had settled on how they should proceed. "For now, we will do an information search, and bring back what we find, then go from there," Kurapika concluded, his voice resolute.
It was hard to ignore the growing itch he had to enact. Kurapika hated sitting around doing nothing, but he also knew that acting hasty would only work against them. Taking it slowly was the only way to go. Reluctantly.
Kurapika's confirmation made Amar nod in response. At least they had some idea of the direction they were going in.
"That said, we should split up and meet back here in two hours," Chrollo established after that, his hand slipping away from Kurapika to wind up in the pocket of his pants. He had decided against wearing his coat for various reasons, but it also gave his lover the chance to put it on again. Kurapika looked good when it adorned his body.
Just the thought of it and envisioning it within his mind made Chrollo desire to see it all the more.
His attention then trailed over to Amar as he remembered the young creature was still with them. "Also," Chrollo began slowly, "it may be wise for you to accompany one of us considering your appearance. Naturally, magical beasts aren't uncommon inside of cities and towns, but it might still cause some unease. At least while you're in our company, we can keep the concern down to a minimum."
Amar lowered his head immediately, the idea of his appearance causing alarm was discerning, but he understood. His kind had caused enough distrust as is. "I understand." Amar confirmed with a swish of his long, bushy tail.
"Well then, I suppose we should head out. It's still early, so let's try to get this done as quickly, but efficiently as possible."
Chrollo broke away from them and made his way towards the door. With any luck, they would return on time with valuable information to go off of. The more they knew about their target, the better, and any possibility of eliminating conflict was vital. While Chrollo wasn't any stranger to violence, he wanted to bypass that aspect if possible. Kurapika had also been to the same point himself, but his lover wasn't as keen on the idea, so lowering the chance was in their best interest.
For now, at least. Kurapika still needed time to adjust. Ultimately, that would change as life in the Genei Ryodan wasn't pretty, and killing was a regular occurrence. If Kurapika was to entirely accept that, he would need to be gradually eased into it.
Whatever the case, Chrollo wanted to do whatever was best for his lover to help him move forward in life. The last thing he wanted was for anything to set them back.
It wouldn't be much longer as they were getting closer to finding the remaining Scarlet Eyes. Once their mission was over, he would then show Kurapika just how thrilling life could be.
The house was modest and relatively unadorned; its off white paint lined in red didn't immediately give off the vibe that it belonged to a doctor, let alone someone in the medical profession. Yet, seeing it there, standing alone from the rest in Talanite Ridge, as it was larger than any other home in town, gave off an entirely different impression.
Even amid the gravel, stone, and pale fencing that bordered the property's circumference, Kurapika couldn't help but feel a wave of slight unease. While the place appeared ordinary, something about the atmosphere surrounding it seemed a little off. From the corner of his vision, Kurapika was able to catch sight of Chrollo, who strode next to him, though from his lover's posture, nothing indicated that he had sensed anything similar. Chrollo might have maintained a leash on his demeanor to not give himself away or reveal any weaknesses in his composure. Still, if he had picked up on anything strange, the man gave no outward sign of it.
His eyes swept over towards Amar, who trotted close by, and the young Nacknar appeared just the same. Kurapika sighed visibly. Whatever it was that he felt was either due to his sensitive emotions or something entirely unrelated. There was no telling either way at the moment, and dwelling on it would do no good. Instead, Kurapika cast the notion aside and focused on the objective at hand.
It had been several hours since each of them had returned from their survey missions, and now they were approaching the partially intricate front door. Kurapika's knuckles only made it to a threadbare centimeter from touching the surface when something caused his hand to stop moving.
"Hello there!"
Kurapika immediately stopped when the voice reached his ears, and he turned to be met by the smiling, bright face of a young boy who must have been no older than eight. The kid had short, light brown hair swept over to one side and large pale, blue eyes, though one appeared slightly darker than the other. He stood with his hands behind his back, watching them curiously, the dark, blue shirt and brown shorts that he wore rippling in the moderate breeze.
"Hello as well," Kurapika responded, and he sensed Chrollo shift beside him. His lover was obviously just as inquisitive as to just who the boy was. Fortunately for them, he wasn't unnerved by Amar, who stood only a short distance away. "Who might you be?" He asked and knelt down to be at eye level with the youth.
The boy instantly grinned and tilted his head, glad that one of the two adults finally asked what his name was. "My name is Callum. Callum Price. I was just on my way here when I saw you standing outside." Again he flashed another extensive smile that revealed his teeth before rocking back and forth on his heels. Seeing two older men that he didn't recognize had caught his attention. "And who are you guys?" Callum finally questioned afterward.
"I am Kurapika, this is my companion, Chrollo," he said while nodding in his lover's direction, "and the one beside him is Amar. We came to see the man who lives here. I assume that you know him?"
Callum's eyes shifted briefly to Amar as he observed the strange, young creature with undulating interest, but his face brightened when the young blond man mentioned the person living in the house beside them. "Oh yes! His name is Mr. Jemmerson, and he is the doctor for Talanite Ridge. When anyone in town gets sick, they come and see him," Callum furthered, clearly enthused about the current subject. "If you want, I will introduce you both?"
Just then, a creaking sound drew their attention as the front door opened, and a tall man in his middle years wearing a white coat with grey hair that was receding and thick glasses stood in the doorway. His dark eyes first landed on the spirited young boy. "Oh, it's you Callum. Did your mother send you over for your next checkup?" He questioned and unconsciously pushed his glasses up along the bridge of his nose.
The boy's eyes lit up almost immediately, his right one imperceptibly brighter than the other. "She did!" Callum exclaimed. The cheery tone of his voice made the doctor smile. "So here I am! I made sure to come right away." He concluded, and his lips peeled back even further, this time the grin on his face nearly wide enough to split it in two.
"You're a good boy, Callum," the man replied, and bent down just enough to gently pat the child on the head, "your mother would be proud." Then he straightened, and his eyes landed on the two unfamiliar men who stood behind Callum. "Who might both of you be?" He asked, caution and scrutiny lacing his words.
Both Kurapika and Chrollo exchanged glances before the younger man took a step forward. "You're Mikel Jemmerson I presume?" He responded calmly. There was a brief feeling of tension in the air as the other man's dark eyes locked with his own, but Kurapika did his best not to seem intimidating.
A brief moment of silence ensued between them as the man used one finger to push up his glasses again. The expression which remained etched on his visage remained stalwart. "Yes, I am. What business do you have with me?" He crossed his arms and observed the short man with blond hair from over the rim of his glasses. Receiving two strangers abruptly at his doorstep made him quickly defensive. Again, he instinctively pushed up his glasses as if it were a nervous habit.
Mikel's stern tone didn't go entirely unnoticed by Kurapika, but he kept a firm hold on his composure. He shot a quick glance towards Chrollo, who nodded, and Kurapika cleared his throat. "Ah, yes, well, my companion and I have been trying to find a doctor that can help a mutual friend who has been stricken with blindness." He paused and carefully weighed Mikel's reaction, yet the tall man's posture remained unchanged. Kurapika breathed out before continuing. "When we heard there was someone that had been successful in performing organ transplantation, our search led us to you."
Silence had once again descended over them once the last word left Kurapika's mouth, and he wondered if the doctor who stood just mere centimeters from him had even believed his story. The weighing gaze the man gave and his stoic, intransigent demeanor left Kurapika to question otherwise. Chrollo retained an outward appearance of genuineness and sincerity, which he hoped would help convince Mikel of what he said. Kurapika could sense a slight wash of his lover's aura, the relaxed nature aiding in him staying calm.
Even Callum picked up on the budding tension, the boy's smile fading away to be replaced by a frown as he shifted between Mikel and the two men. Amar remained quiet and carefully watched the situation unfold.
"I see," Mikel finally commented and uncrossed his arms before reaching up to stroke his chin. "So it seems that my reputation has made itself known. Not that I am entirely surprised." It wasn't exactly unknown that he had been one of the few doctors in the world who had managed complete organ transplantation successfully, and that his skills were practically top-notch only added to his renown. He knew it was only a matter of time before someone outside the quiet town where he resided would find him. "Well, you have come to the right place in that case. Please follow me," Mikel added before turning to step inside while ushering Callum through the door. He then glanced back over his shoulder to ensure that both men were trailing behind him.
Kurapika stepped through the threshold seconds later with Chrollo right on his heels. A clicking sound announced that Amar had decided to join them as the young creature slipped into the house beside them. The inside was practically immaculate, all the way down to the marble flooring and spotless white walls. Heavy, wooden furniture, some intricately carved, some of it not, sat strategically placed and evenly apart in nearly perfect symmetry. However, the one thing that instantly caught his attention was the red, striped flowers that lined the house in a vast array of vases which they sat in.
It took him several long moments of contemplation as he tried to figure out precisely what they were. Kurapika swore he had seen the flowers before but couldn't quite put his finger on it. The fact they were everywhere did make it seem a bit strange.
"Ah, I see that you have taken notice of the flowers that are all around us," Mikel said abruptly when they passed by several vases of them while heading towards the sitting room. "They are called Red Tiger Lilies and are well known for their beauty, and unique appearance. It is said the flowers are supposed to bring good luck and are symbolic of good fortune and prosperity." He turned to face ahead once again, and before long, they arrived at their destination. "Please sit anywhere you like." Mikel spoke before taking a seat on a large, beige chair. Callum plopped down in the matching one next to him.
Across from Mikel sat a long, soft brown couch framed by several pillows. Kurapika sat at one end while Chrollo sat at the other. Amar came to rest in a spot beside them. It was easy to tell that his lover wanted them to be closer, but for their sake, it was better not to reveal the fact they were a couple and were only mere companions.
Maintaining their façade was crucial.
"So, you are here because a friend of yours is blind?" Mikel questioned and crossed one leg over the other before folding both hands on his lap. He continued to watch the men studiously.
Chrollo stole a fleeting glance towards his young blond lover at the mention of them having a blind friend. Naturally, he suspected that it was something Kurapika came up with on the fly, but he couldn't shake the feeling that it related to someone from his past. If that ended up being the case, Chrollo hoped it wouldn't manage to offset Kurapika. He already knew how touchy and fragile it still was regarding anything from that point in his lover's life.
Instead, Chrollo extended his aura in an attempt to keep Kurapika pacified. He figured that since they couldn't touch, it was the least that he could do for now. Kurapika was also carrying the Heart Stone, so between that and his tempered aura, it would be enough to ensure that his lover didn't lose his cool.
The younger man straightened himself and nodded stiffly. "Yes. Our friend had become the unfortunate victim of an accident that has adversely affected his health. As a result, he is now suffering from blindness, and his legs have become weak to the point that he can barely walk. My companion and I have made a vow to find someone that could possibly help him." His voice fluctuated slightly as the last words exited his mouth, but Kurapika suppressed his affliction and dismay by steadying himself. Chrollo and Amar perked instantly when they sensed the brief waver in his equanimity, but neither of them moved after he calmed again. "The last thing I, no either of us want," Kurapika corrected quickly, "is for him to get any worse. That is why we have come here."
Again, Chrollo sensed the slight quiver in Kurapika's resolution, his lover's control over the emotions flowing inside of him seemingly not as strong as he believed them to be. Chrollo intensified his aura just to fortify the younger man's mettle. Amar got up seconds later and went to lay at Kurapika's feet, the gesture placating.
Mikel unfolded his hands and pushed up his glasses as he witnessed the creature move. While the beast didn't unnerve him, the fact that it seemed heavily attached to both men was rather interesting. Still, it wasn't the time to ask, nor was it of any importance. "Ah, so that is what happened?" He finally said after several moments. Their story wasn't unlike those which he had dealt with in the past. Mikel sat back in his chair. "Well, it is quite possible that I can help your friend, as you've heard correctly and I have done a few successful organ transplants. One being the eyes." He paused then peered at both men from over his glasses before gesturing towards the young boy at his side. "You see, Callum here has received a successful eye transplantation. He was born with a defective right eye. Not long ago, he underwent cornea surgery and can now see out of it."
Following the sudden reveal, Callum nodded fervently, and he bobbed in his seat. "Yeah! Before I could hardly see out of my eye, and it was tough getting around and to do things. Now, I can play outside without any worries." The boy's short hair became tousled when he jerked enthusiastically to the last part of the statement, his bubbly nature making anyone near him feel a semblance of buoyancy.
He kind of reminded Kurapika of Gon.
"That is quite astonishing to hear," Kurapika reacted to the doctor's words as his attention was diverted towards the energetic boy that was sitting beside him, those eyes appearing more vibrant than when he initially saw them. Though, after Kurapika gazed a bit more closely at the boy's right eye, it made sense why one appeared slightly different from the other. Perhaps the transplant that Callum received wasn't exactly the same color. "I never would have guessed just from looking at him, but he does seem to be getting around without any hindrance."
Kurapika leaned back. Now he was more than intrigued, or was it scrutinizing? The mere notion that someone before him was the result of organ transplantation grabbed his attention even further. Since he and Chrollo knew Mikel was supposed to have an unknown amount of Scarlet Eyes, the question remained. Exactly who did he get the cornea donation from?
It was almost as if he knew the answer. Kurapika hoped that he was wrong.
The very idea made his stomach knot. Granted, if what he suspected turned out to be correct, then he had the answer. But then again, it had benefited a young boy by giving him a better life. Kurapika expelled a sharp breath. He tried to not move as he felt the weight of Amar's body at his feet, the small, ebony Nacknar trying his best to be a source of comfort. It made Kurapika grateful for him and the continued presence of Chrollo's Nen.
"Of course," Mikel vocalized seconds later, his hands folded in his lap once more. "At first glance, it's hard to tell. Unless you were made aware beforehand, most wouldn't know the boy had received a transplant to the eye. It has improved his life significantly. This is why I think it may do the same for your friend." Following his statement, Mikel rose from his chair and began moving towards the sitting room entrance. He then stopped and turned to face them, one finger casually pushing up his glasses to the top. "Come with me," Mikel simply added, and Callum jumped out of his chair to follow.
Without hesitation, Kurapika rose the second after Amar slipped away, and then Chrollo did the same. They gazed at each other before proceeding to accompany the man, Kurapika's skepticism only heightening further. Chrollo looked even more fascinated than before. "I must admit, the achievements of this man has me intrigued." He spoke offhandedly, his focus maintained forward.
"I agree. There is more to Mikel then we initially believed," Kurapika conferred, and they began drawing behind Mikel.
"You do seem worried, however." Amar's voice suddenly echoed through his mind, and Kurapika glanced over at their Nacknar companion.
"I have... My suspicions. Though, I am most certainly curious about something." He replied, then fell silent. What had interested Kurapika the most was hopefully in the area that Mikel was leading them to. He could feel the sudden biting of cold against the skin of his right hand as the presence of his chains had reflected his mood, but it was evanescent and disappeared quickly. Amar looked up at him analytically.
Yet, he refrained from questioning the younger man any further. Whatever was on Kurapika's mind, it was evident that he had no intentions of continuing to speak about it. His chiseled, stony expression indicated as such and was foresight to his determination.
A stillness hung in the air as each of them settled into uneasy abeyance. Kurapika trained his eyes forward, although it was clear that both Chrollo and Amar kept glancing in his direction. Only the sound of their boots, shoes, and paws on the tiling had broken the silence they had kept to. Mikel led them through a small hallway, which Kurapika noticed was also lined by the very same flowers he saw all around the front of the house, and gradually, their meaning weighed on his constant rumination.
Tiger Lilies.
He snorted. However, the reason the flowers were there wasn't the primary focus despite how odd it was. If Mikel was indeed holding onto even one pair of Scarlet Eyes, Kurapika wanted to know. No matter the circumstances, he would retrieve every last one. There was another twist in the pit of his stomach, and while he felt a fleeting pang of guilt, subjecting his brethren's eyes even for that type of cause was something he just couldn't allow. Even though it had been the possible factor that benefitted a child, the very thought—
Don't allow it to affect you or your resolve.
"Are you going to be alright, my angel?" Chrollo asked a moment later, and Kurapika was instantly snapped from his wayward thoughts.
"Yeah." Lie. Bullshit. Far from it.
It's not as if you can fool Chrollo anyway.
"I see. Alright." Chrollo resumed watching ahead, though he was perfectly aware that Kurapika wasn't. His lover never was good at mendaciousness.
They rounded another corner after reaching the end, and it eventually opened up into a small, office-like space. Sitting behind a tall, white counter separating the area were two women. One appeared young, while the other looked more middle-aged. Both of them wore different colored medical scrubs.
Even the area before it, which looked to be a waiting room, was lined with the same exotic, red flowers. No matter where Kurapika's eyes landed, he saw batches of those Tiger Lilies all over. Mikel must have been obsessed with them.
Both women looked up immediately from their computers when they neared. "Hello doctor." They asserted before looking at the three behind him curiously. Mikel acknowledged them with a simple raise of his hand, then gestured for his guests to follow him into the back, behind the desk where his assistants were positioned.
The group descended down another short hallway before entering into a different room. This time it appeared to be an examination area, but it was filled to the gills with supplies of all kinds lining the walls on various shelves. Kurapika scanned the room almost instantly, the younger man nearly in awe at everything he saw. Chrollo practically did the same thing, yet, if the older man was impressed by what he saw, he didn't outwardly show it.
"Welcome to my workshop, or, what I should call my examination room. This is where me and my nurse assistants attend to the sick and frail who visit us. As you can see we are fully prepared to help those in need to the best of our abilities, though I specifically brought you here for a more important reason."
Mikel strode the far back of the room where several cabinets sat with glass-paneled doors. He moved along the line, carefully inspecting each of them until reaching the one that he desired. Gently, Mikel took hold of the brass knobs and pulled them open without much resistance.
Inside were various parts that weren't easily discernible, but he eventually gestured towards the topmost shelves. There, sitting in a row, were containers, each housing the same familiar mahogany lid and base with thick, viscous liquid containing two eyeballs, each floating inside. There were six of them in total. It was the most that Kurapika had ever seen gathered in one area thus far.
He felt his hand reflexively clench into a fist as his suspicions were now confirmed to be true.
"All of the eyes you see here were donated to me by a wealthy benefactor who was interested in supporting my cause with helping those who have suffered incurable blindness. So far, Callum, and two other people have been successful recipients of eye transplants, but only Callum has received the cornea from one of these eyes." Mikel stepped to the side and faced the two men who stood just across from him. For a brief moment, he carefully measured their reactions.
It took everything that Kurapika had to refrain from allowing his rage to settle and keep him from enacting instinctively. Just witnessing so many pairs of his long-dead kin stowed away in a cabinet like some kind of project brought about an acerbic taste of bile and sourness to his tongue.
The appendage stuck to the roof of his mouth as he tried to find the words to speak, but Chrollo's hand coming to rest on his shoulder stopped Kurapika firmly in his tracks.
He had to get a hold of himself. Letting his emotions take control was the last thing he needed, especially against the man before them whose acts were genuine and sincere. It wasn't as if Mikel had malicious intentions. The man was trying to help people. To save them. Much in the same way he was trying to save his brethren. Kurapika knew he didn't want to strike down someone innocent. Did he?
"It will be okay. Just keep your wits about you," Chrollo whispered into his ear. The tenderness and honesty of his voice made Kurapika relax somewhat. His lover then turned away from him. "I assume those are—"
"Exactly what you think they are," Mikel finished his words, and Chrollo grunted quietly. "Each pair of eyes is from the now defunct Kurta clan. But don't mistake me with someone who has a morbid fantasy in collecting human body parts. These eyes were provided to my clinic because of the genetic anomalies they possess, and with them transplant success rates are higher, and provide better, long term positive effects in patients. The one that was used on Callum has given the boy the gift of perfect eyesight. Otherwise, the outcome may have been less substantial."
As the doctor finished his speech, Kurapika was just as torn and at odds with the situation he was in.
While Mikel's intentions were noble, and despite that, somehow , the genetics of his people's eyes had beneficial properties for those who had permanent defects, Kurapika couldn't simply ignore his sworn duty. He had made a solemn vow to them so long ago.
To disregard that would be a great injustice. His clan deserved better.
The only problem was how to go about handling the situation delicately.
"You do know the Kurta's are victims?" Kurapika spoke curtly, and Chrollo stiffened beside him. Redirecting his rage was more complicated than it had proved to be, but he needed to stay in perspective. Chrollo wasn't the source for his vehemence now anytime that his past was mentioned. Kurapika exhaled slowly. "They were most certainly unable to give consent for their eyes to be used after death." He added, but with less vitriol.
Chrollo loosened after the ferocity of Kurapika's Nen subsided. The way his lover had tensed up made Chrollo worry that he would launch an attack without hesitation. Whether or not that animosity would be directed at him, Chrollo wasn't sure. Bringing up Kurapika's past directly was always a touchy, dangerous subject.
Yet, what worried him most was the pain from dredging up old memories. Seeing Kurapika struggle with the mental anguish of it broke his heart.
"Don't allow yourself to get upset. We are both here for you. It will all work out in the end."
The abrupt sound of Amar's voice inside his head caused Kurapika to stop suddenly, and it was at that moment he understood. Having him and Chrollo by his side was no different than when his friends were with him.
It reminded Kurapika so much of Gon, Killua, and Leorio with how much they supported him. Thankfully, he had spoken to them earlier that morning. At the very least, he kept his promise to them, especially Killua.
I will try for the both of you. Kurapika thought quietly to himself.
Mikel had stayed silent through the lecture, his demeanor now almost incredulous. He had let one arm come to rest over the other, the ring finger of his right hand reflexively pushing up his glasses along his nose. "I am well aware of this," he commented flatly, eyes hardened behind his lenses, "as the cessation of the Kurta clan has been widely known." Mikel straightened his back, suspicious by the blond man's odd behavior. Why would he become so fervent over a people who were long gone? "However, despite the method used to obtain them was inadmissible, their eyes have provided those still alive with a chance of a better life. What I am doing here is for the sake of others."
Before the last word could even exit Mikel's mouth, Kurapika felt that seething tempest of emotions squalling within begin to consume him again. It was like a violent whirlpool, growing more inclement, the threat of losing control bordering on the tip of spilling over.
How the man, that damnable bastard be so casual about an entire clan of people slaughtered for their eyes, only to be used as an excuse for profiting others—it was utterly outlandish!
The Kurtas, his friends, family, mother, father… Pario… none of them were meant to have a fate such as this.
Kurapika fought desperately to retain sanity and prevent his eyes from ultimately changing from their icy blue to a fiery scarlet. Everything he had, all his will, convictions, self-control, it converged into one boiling point, ready to explode. Then his nearly inflamed eyes landed on Callum, who stood practically frightened behind Mikel while clutching to his white coat. Those light blue eyes, one darker than the other and filled with anxiety and unease, were also brimming full with life.
He looked like someone who had found the greatest happiness and was able to enjoy the world with all its splendor and beauty. One that was made possible because of a gift that he was given.
Which Callum had received because of his people.
In the next moment, Kurapika sensed the weight of a hand on his shoulder again, and he briefly glanced over to Chrollo, who gave him a reassuring look. Within those studious greys, he instantly realized the silent conveyance that his lover meant.
The older man took a few steps forward, confident, diligent, yet humble. "We do understand what you are trying to do here," Chrollo began, his voice calm, charming, and smooth like silk, "and that you want to help as many people as possible. However, those eyes are extremely important to someone, their value beyond measure. They mean more to this person than life itself." He concluded, the last few words spilling past his lips with unbridled sincerity.
Even the air around them seemed to thicken as tensions rose, almost like a molten volcano ready to explode. Callum stiffened behind Mikel, the boy's eyes widening nearly to the size of saucers, his expression filled with dread.
Amar also went rigid when he felt the extreme chill waver through the air. Something about Chrollo's demeanor arose caution within him. It was the first time he had heard - even sensed - the abstract emotion spilling from the taller man, his aura solemn in nature. Everything about it, the density, weight, and the impendence that oozed from Chrollo's energy like creeping, rapacious tendrils was enough to make Amar's hackles rise.
Whatever the taller man was feeling or his intentions, it was evident that he wasn't going to let the doctor refute his overt demand.
They were there for one reason and one reason only—the Scarlet Eyes.
How significant they were to his companions, especially Kurapika was ineffable, so Amar didn't expect anything less. Regardless of how those eyes were obtained, he was sure they wouldn't walk away without them. It was the same when they had gone after Reynar and Katarina. Who knew if this would be the last mission? From what he knew, more than a few pairs of these eyes were scattered about the world. It suggested that multiple humans Kurapika knew had lost their lives. But who they were and what happened to them remained a mystery. There was still so much he wished to understand about his new companions.
Such depths of reasoning, and even for Chrollo's current disposition, would eventually come to light. For now, convincing Mikel to relinquish the eyes was first and foremost.
Chrollo's silent provocation had extended about the room, his aura reaching out and over those who stood nearby, the energy within laced with persistence and command. Kurapika inspissated, his back going ramrod straight the moment it touched him, those blue eyes shifting in his direction. Shock and disbelief shone amid their transparent surfaces, but Chrollo only gave him a mere look of 'just trust me' before continuing to push forward.
Again, Chrollo extended his aura field, but with only a bit more intensity while utilizing it to convince Mikel of his strength and to give up without any desire to resist. Even when it hit the man, he seemed to remain unaffected. Chrollo propelled it a little further, but even then, it appeared that only Callum was affected.
Was it possible that Mikel wasn't a Nen user? Or that he somehow managed to avoid or nullify it like Debron Cloch had? The physical manifestation and severity of it - although possibly unseen - should have been enough to affect even someone unaware of Nen to a fault. Chrollo tried again to impose his aura on Mikel despite that it may decrease Kurapika and Amar's mental fortitude; however, when he drove it forward with such underlying ferocity, the reaction Callum gave was enough to make him stop.
The young boy instantly turned ghostly pale, his large eyes almost bulging from their sockets. He began to tremble and nearly paralyzed by pure fear. His small hands broke free of Mikel's lab coat as he stared wide-eyed towards both men, but he seemed to only look right through them.
"What the hell is happening?" Mikel noticed the change and shifted his gaze between the two across from him to Callum. Then seconds later, an overwhelming surge of energy, powerful, dominating, and imperious, came over him, and his back instantly hit the open glass door. Something about Chrollo and Kurapika incited alarm as he stared apprehensively at them, his mouth somehow refusing to speak.
Whoever they are, both men were trouble, primarily the one with the dark hair and eyes. Mikel wasn't sure how, but the man was doing something to inundate them emotionally. There was no denying that he was dangerous.
It happened for a second time, and Mikel felt the rapid beating of his heart. "My aura," Chrollo enunciated before taking a few steps forward. "What you are experiencing is the pressure from it. While it's not lethal, or potentially harming, the sensation is enough to pull forcibly on your awareness. Doing so has caused a direct effect on your emotions. Although I could have used it to be more compelling, I merely want you to listen." He paused and glanced back towards Kurapika and Amar before gesturing ever so slightly with a nod towards his lover.
Even if the method he was using to make his point wasn't as commendable as other less invasive measures, so long as it got the job done without harming anyone, then so be it. Maybe it wasn't something that Kurapika preferred, but they needed to secure the eyes without instigating a fight.
"You're what?" The doctor uttered, his voice cracked and trembling. He attempted to straighten himself and placed Callum behind him in an attempt to guard the boy. Mikel's lips twisted disdainfully. "Who are you, and what is the actual reason you are here?" After managing to dredge up his will to face both men head-on, he pushed up his glasses, then crossed his arms. Whatever it was they were after, he wasn't about to let them hurt Callum.
Even if their intentions weren't meant to hurt the young boy, Mikel was not about to take the chance. What kind of trick the tall man was pulling, and the fact it was strangely affecting them was enough for him to retain caution.
A faint smile etched over Chrollo's lips, but it disappeared seconds later. "The actual reason we are here?" He reiterated slowly. "For the Scarlet Eyes of course. As for who we truly are, that isn't relevant. I can say we are not here on the behalf of a sick friend. That was a rouse. In truth, we just want to get a hold of those canisters sitting there on your shelf. When I said they were tremendously important to someone, that definitely was the truth." Chrollo stopped and maintained his position by staying close, but not where he could touch either Mikel or Callum. He looked straight into the doctor's defiant eyes.
Just having the man close and hearing the deep, ominous timbre to his voice caused Mikel to shiver. He glanced over to Callum before facing Chrollo once more and swallowed hard. "That is preposterous! What could you possibly want them for if not to help someone?! Those eyes have offered significant medical breakthroughs, especially for the field of study regarding eye conditions, and have proven to bring about positive change. I can't just simply let you walk away with them." Mikel straightened, this time, despite the invisible force trying to hold him back, and stared down the man across from him. There was no way he was about to allow himself to be intimidated.
Which incited Chrollo to simply tsk. He didn't want to take it a step further by going to drastic means and just taking the eyes, but it appeared that Mikel wasn't going to relent. Chrollo enhanced his aura's influence, virulence now becoming a focal point meant to suppress or crush the other man's will. By no means would he accept no for an answer, and contesting it wasn't an option either.
Going to such extreme wasn't his intention, but Mikel was leaving him with no other choice.
Chrollo continued his onslaught. "Your reasons, while commendable, they are irrelevant. Regardless of the medical benefits, those eyes don't belong to you. It's not as if the people they belonged to had given you consent to use them."
The abrupt feeling of a hand on his arm ceased his oration, and he turned to see Kurapika now standing beside him. The younger man had clear-cut determination edging his features. "It's okay. I will handle this," Kurapika voiced and took a step forward.
Almost instantly, Mikel backed up, Callum doing the same, the boy on the verge of panic as tears welled in his eyes. Kurapika realized this and ceased his movement without hesitation. He merely stood there before silently lifting his right hand to meet his left eye. "You see," Kurapika began, and seconds later, what had once been a startling blue, was now a cindering red, the contact used to hide his eye now sitting on his fingertip. "I have been searching a long time for the very thing which you now possess. The Scarlet Eyes are exceptionally valuable, and I intend to reclaim each and every pair. My people deserve to rest." Following his words, Kurapika looked directly at Mikel, though his aura was anything but hostile.
Observing the change and seeing the bright, vivid red iris staring up at him from the blond man's face was not only startling but revelational. "You—You're one of them," Mikel blurted out, shock and dismay marring his features. "I honestly thought the Kurtas were entirely wiped out, and never imagined there would be a survivor." Unconsciously, he swiped the back of his hand over his brow. Just being in proximity to Kurapika left Mikel feeling enervated.
A wistful smile accented Kurapika's lips, and he carefully replaced the contact. "Not many people know I exist as I have managed to keep myself decently hidden for all this time." He paused, gaze shifting from Mikel to Callum. The poor boy still appeared to be frightened. "Don't worry," Kurapika whispered carefully, "it will be alright. We're not going to hurt you." His attention returned to the intrepid doctor. "Still, my people, the members of the Kurta were all killed in the most—" Kurapika paused and shifted his gaze to Chrollo, who had a penitent expression, "cruel fashion, and because of that I want to see them properly buried." Kurapika took a step back and faced Chrollo once more. He patted his lover's arm gently but reassuringly.
For several moments, an awkward silence had descended around the room, then Mikel coughed. It didn't take long to realize the man appeared shaken and stricken by remorse. "I never... had even considered the thought. When I received these eyes, and learned of how special they were among other things, I felt that I could truly help people in the world. I just never considered at what cost." Mikel sighed, then bent down to place a hand tenderly to the top of Callum's head. "What he said is true. It will be alright."
Callum nodded, and he looked over at Kurapika before letting his large, blue eyes fall on Chrollo. The boy cringed slightly and retreated more behind Mikel's white-clad leg. The immediate action made Chrollo frown, and he completely dismissed his aura. Causing the child fright bothered him almost as much as the pain he felt from Kurapika's last few words.
His lover wasn't wrong about how the Kurtas were... dispatched; it was an aspect that still bothered him to this day. Thinking about it left the bitter taste of acid upon his tongue.
"Your ideals are admirable," Kurapika finally spoke, his body soon relaxing from all the pent up tension. "And your goal holds merit. What you're trying to do, your intentions, it is commendable, and a great justice to the medical world. However, that said, I just can't sit back and allow that progression to be done at the expense of my brethren's eyes. They have been through enough."
Mikel breathed out and then looked down with, his expression somber. "I believe I understand." He began and then regarded Kurapika once more. "These eyes belong to your family, loved ones, and those who were immensely close to you. Holding onto them, no matter the reason, would just be a disservice. I couldn't live with that on my shoulders. It's beyond clear just how much they mean to you. Here," Mikel turned, his arm extended towards the case beside him, "take them. I won't give you any more trouble."
The unmitigated gesture nearly floored Kurapika as he hadn't expected Mikel to be so accommodating. He exchanged glances with Chrollo before looking over to the doctor aporetically. Amar shifted his gaze between his two companions. " He doesn't seem to be acting dishonestly. From what I can sense, there is nothing erroneous to his words." He commented factually.
"Yes, I sense the same thing. Besides, if I used my dowsing chain on him, I could easily confirm it. Needless to say, I am still amazed that he would be this understanding."
"I agree, babe, but the man is actually abdicating and giving you the eyes. Before, I thought it was going to come down to me forcing his hand. Now, that doesn't seem to be the case."
Kurapika gaped at both his lover and Nacknar companion. Yet, they were undeniably right.
Mikel noticed the uncertainty in the blond man's expression and reaffirmed his statement. "Please. Take them. They rightfully belong to you."
Chrollo nodded in assent, and Kurapika stepped forward, his focus locked on the six containers before him. Gently, he reached up, effeminate fingers sliding over their glassy surfaces almost delicately before plucking one off the shelving. Kurapika realized that one of them was duller than its counterpart but, otherwise, the eye appeared intact. He turned with the canister in his arms, and Chrollo materialized Skill Hunter before summoning Fun Fun cloth, and slowly, diligently, assiduously, each one was stowed away within.
Once the book and cloth disappeared, their attention fell back on Mikel. "Thank you," Kurapika said, his bangs falling over his eyes. He raised up to sweep them back and cursed inwardly about needing to get them cut. Kurapika was sure Chrollo wanted the same. It was making him appear too feminine. "I cannot express how much I appreciate this."
The man waved a hand dismissively. "Think nothing of it. Please forgive me for my prior outburst. It was ill of me to act in such a way." Mikel stated and shoved his hands into the pockets of his lab coat.
"Do not worry, I have taken no offense. You had every right to react defensively. We weren't exactly... hospitable ourselves," Kurapika replied, though he shot Chrollo a quick, sideways look. Sometimes his lover tended to get overzealous. But then again, Kurapika knew he was guilty of the same.
Mikel straightened and peered at both men from over his glasses. "I understand your reasons, so I don't hold it against you. That said, what are you three planning on doing now?" He asked, genuinely curious. Just being near someone who was a survivor of the Kurta massacre was still incogitable as he had heard that none were left alive. Seeing the man standing there, regal, dauntless, but nearly ephemeral left Mikel with a sense of understanding.
How someone like Kurapika had managed to endure a trauma like that and remain so strong was inspiring. To carry on as the younger man had amazed Mikel.
The question made Kurapika raise an eyebrow, but he was only mildly surprised by Mikel's inquiry. "After leaving here, we will continue our search for the remaining Scarlet Eyes. Acquiring these six has at least brought me one step closer." He answered and unconsciously brushed his left hand over his right one. He was close, oh so close to finally getting them all. There weren't too many remaining. Soon, he could give his clan the peace they deserved. It was just a matter of time.
"I see," Mikel spoke and pushed up his glasses again. "Then I wish you luck in completing your goal." He then turned to address Callum. "Let's go finally get your checkup. It's getting past overdue." Mikel then glanced over his shoulder at other men one last time. "I entrust that you both can see yourselves out?" He commented before ushering Callum out of the room without saying another word, leaving Kurapika, Chrollo, and Amar behind.
The emptiness that followed was somewhat inviting. "I suppose we should get going then," Chrollo finally said after breaking the momentary silence and then made his way to the door. "We got what we came for."
"Agreed. We should get back to the hotel. I could use a nice hot meal with a cup of coffee, then a warm shower afterwards. That entire scenario had set my nerves on edge." The tension in Kurapika's shoulders caused him to roll them agitatedly before reaching up to run his fingers through his locks again. It had been a long day, and each mission they went on was just as stressful as the last. He would be glad when it was over.
Kurapika followed after Chrollo with Amar close behind. "After all that, I don't blame you. Though, it makes me glad that you are achieving your goal, Kurapika," Amar professed as up beside his companion. "What you accomplished here brought you closer to that."
"Yes. You are right," Kurapika simply said. "It indeed has brought me closer."
"Follow me then," Chrollo announced once Kurapika and Amar were at his side. "It's going to be a long haul back to the hotel, and it will be night time soon."
Afterward, Chrollo led them back out and into the street once more, the warm wind blowing over them and rustling their clothes. Without speaking, Chrollo reached over, and gently slid a red, spotted lily into Kurapika's golden hair behind his ear. When the younger man turned to demand an explanation, Chrollo simply raised a finger before his lips. "Say nothing. Consider it a gift."
The act made Kurapika grumble but remained silent. Instead, he absently wound his fingers through Chrollo's own, and they silently began heading back into the central part of town.
After Thoughts: I hope everyone enjoyed this chapter. I know I had a lot of fun composing it as there were several ideas I had when writing the plot to it, and while some of them I couldn't incorporate to keep it from getting too long, lol, a few elements I put in were ones that I had found interesting (like the tiger lilies for instance) as I wanted to do something a little different. Also, with the ending, I had wanted to do it slightly different, but to keep the chapter from getting overly big again (looks at past chapters over 14k) I had decided to end it there.
Still, I got to at least implement the whole scene with Chrollo placing the lily into Kurapika's hair as it was something that I had been wanting to do for some time. Plus, I thought it would be a cute way to close the chapter out. :3
And lastly, I wanted to mention that considering how my situation has been somewhat rocky over the last few months, I figured I would make mention that it could possibly impact future chapter releases over several months or longer. Some heath concerns have cropped up recently, and I am not sure what it could do to me or how it could affect my writing. Suffice it to say that it could raise some real issues, so I wanted to give a sort of heads up that updates from this point could take longer than expected depending on what happens.
