6: Disdain
After endless hours of driving, they finally reach an old warehouse. Atsushi's quite sure it's abandoned but thanks to them ignoring him, he keeps his mouth shut as they exit the car.
He glances over to Chrollo. Still that unfeeling look on his face.
Once they get in the warehouse, he's surprised to find some people inside-- five to be more precise.
A lady with cotton-candy hair and ice blue eyes.
A cheerful looking man beaming at him.
A samurai with a friendly but somehow still intimidating look. How is that even possible?!
A black-haired lady with an... oblivious and innocent look?
Atsushi perks up. And a... magician?
"Who the hell is that?" The samurai points a sharp look in his direction.
"Mori's son." Chrollo replies.
Atsushi immediately takes a step back. He would even hide behind the scary collar man to escape the disgusted looks thrown at him.
"Why the hell isn't he dead yet, then!" The friendly look on the samurai is replaced by complete disdain.
Why do they hate me so much? What did I do wrong?
"A bargaining chip. We can talk more about it later."
A... bargaining chip? That's all I am? By the looks of it, they are Father's enemies... and they just want to use me because I'm related to him... that's... it? But... no... that can't be all of it... right? They saved me... because they are nice? Was he lying then?
"Follow." Chrollo shoots him a dark look, before grabbing his wrist to guide him to another room across a hallway.
He produces a candle from his coat. Lighting it with a match, he puts it on a small ledge. Then, without a word, he leaves him there alone, locking the door behind him with an echoing click.
Atsushi sinks to his knees, one step away from bursting into tears. Wrong. Wrong. Wrong. Wrong. Wrong. Wrong.
The first tear drips to the ground. And then another. And another. Another. Another.
Not again... I don't want to be locked up in a room for who-knows-how-long again... please... what did I... even do wrong?
This room's worse than his previous. A small bare cubicle with a tiny window at the top. Four concrete wall, a high never-ending ceiling, a cold hard floor.
Aa the cramped room closes into him, no amount of pinching stops the nightmare.