Revenge will come to those at haste
He observed the scrawl on the damp wall, already splattered with blood. The red inky handwriting stain smeared in bold, intimidating capitals.
"Huh. What do you think it means?" His dark haired subordinate inquired, scratching his chin before stroking the sword at his side. A will of habit, while surveying the scene within the room.
Absolute carnage met the samurais' eyes, but he did not cringe away. Pools of red and ripped flesh greeted him. "Isn't it obvious? It means they want pay back, you dumbass" Feitan hissed, kicking a lonely forearm across the room.
Silence settled amongst the small group, before the two men exited, complaining about the smell.
"Pakunoda" the alluring voice of a man spoke, beckoning her to his side. His coat pristine, contrasting with the crudely large cross decorating the back.
Wordlessly, she knew what he wished. Drawing closer to Danchou, her heeled feet manoeuvred around the corpses of suited men, before settling at his side.
His eyes were trained on the wall at the corner of the dramatic display of writing. A small, fingerprinted hand.
One of a child's.
Chrollo had surveyed the whole ballroom swiftly, not missing a detail. From the soiled table garnishing, broken paintings, to the dismantled chandelier. No doubt ripped from the high ceiling. Plaster dust filtered the air, somewhat masking the iron smell.
Yet this tiny detail had caught his eye.
Pakunoda was now observing it, choosing to draw closer. Bending down, she pressed the palm of her hand against the rusty stain.
"Did you find anything?"
"Yes. We have what we came for".
...
Chipped nails raked across the inside of your forearm, pink trails raising on the delicate skin. Scratching and fidgeting was all you could do from ripping off the clothes you had been given. There was nothing wrong with them per say, however your current mood made it feel too hot, too tight.
"You look perfect, (Y/n)!" An unexpected voice resounded, pulling you from your stupor. Turning, you were faced with your childhood friend (well, as close to a childhood 'friend' as you could get).
More like an ex cellmate, you thought dryly.
"Oh Tatsuya, this? It's not really anything special" You hummed, looking down to your simple skinny jeans and shirt. Thumbs tugging at the hem of the fabric, thoughts swirling. These weren't really your clothes.
Still, you'd never had the luxury, so you didn't verbalise your complaint.
"You ready?" His arms encircled your own, not even waiting on a reply. Of course you were ready. As you two entered the main room of the house, many eyes followed the movement, settling to the side of the room. A few others filtered through as well, before everyone had arrived.
The large room housed dozens of adolescents, huddled at the edges of the room. A few stood in the centre, each stood with an air of confidence and power. Something about them made the sight intoxicating, making you unable to look away. Something else—
"Thank you for deciding to stay, friends" the gentle voice of a young man appealed, stepping forward. The warm glow from the chimney helped shape his features in the darkness. Soft, glassy contours, adorning blue eyes, with a tousle of brown hair to match. Most girls your age would have fawned over his looks, but there was a more pressing matter on everyone's mind.
Revenge
"That's what you guys want, right? To make the adults who forced us suffer, pay for their crimes?" A rhetorical question, still answered by a few growls and hoots among the group.
The girl standing next to him stood forward next, eager to also put her word in "That's what we want too! In fact, we've already managed to pin point and target some of their branches! And it's all thanks to all your hard work and patience. For that, we thank you".
There also stood a significantly taller boy, with his arms crossed. He did not go to speak, and the others continued.
"Our goal, is to completely eradicate them off this earth, and take back what they stole from us"
"Our friends" someone's shouted
"Our childhoods" said another
"Yes!" The girl shouted, seemly spurred by the encouragement "they won't even be allowed to live to REGRET what they did to each and EVERY one of us. Ripping us from our homes and using us as slabs of meat. I say, it's THEIR TURN!" She bellowed, eyebrows furrowed in passion.
People stood, clapping and shouting. The idea appealed to all, as they imagined their own personal revenge play out. The sweet taste of fantasy playing on their tongues.
Tatsuya was also one of them, being the loudest. A standing ovation. You sat, quiet, hands curling into the warmth of your forearms. No one noticed.
"We've already escaped them, but that isn't enough! Together, we can kill every last one of those greedy pigs".
The boy from earlier with the beautiful blue eyes smiled. An odd twinkle in his eye, smiling at an even odder spectacle.
You shuddered. The energy in this room felt sick with animosity, and the promise of more bloodshed did not ease your mind. The hype of death did nothing for your appetite as you sat round a table later that night.
You had no idea what the future was going to hold, and whether you wanted to find out.
(A/N) PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE tell me what you think!! I'm such a fan of chrollo and just hxh in general and I need validation. Plz feed this thirsty gal.