"We have business to discuss remember?"
She shrugged off the strange feeling and nodded, "discuss away"
chapter 21
The plan had been discussed, preparations made and tattoos replacing wings, an annoying experience for the angel.
But Z was doing something different to what had been originally plan – she was just taking a slight detour when something had caught her eye – well someone.
"Looks like someone else is trying to crawl at your beloved~" inkar purred in her ear.
"Whatever do you mean?" Z questioned with a frown.
"here you are returning the cloak to the man who holds your dead heart in his palms yet another women is in his lap~" A sly smile made its way onto her shadowy apparition.
Z frown deepened, as she glanced down at the coat in her hands, kuroro had left it in her hotel room after their discussion. She had made a detour to give it back – only to discover from her position on the building top opposite. The man in question sat in a suit across from a young smiling female. Talking over, what looked like, dinner.
"Inkar" her toned with emotionless as she spoke to the lusty spirit, "Go"
"I told you to make your move before someone else did…." Her silky voice disappearing into air.
Z narrowed her eyes, looking down at the similarly happy pair.
THROB
She raised a hand to her chest to where the throbbing sensation grew. The hand gripped the skin just above were her heart was placed. She could feel a stabbing pain, as she continued to look at the pair below. The female was pretty. Full of life and laughter as she laughed at something kuroro had said.
She took a shuddering breath before stepping back dropping into a sitting position her bare back leaning against the cold stone. Hoping that the foetal position would ease the pain in her heart and twisting of the knife in her gut.
She didn't understand this. This feeling in her heart and gut. These stupid human emotions! She didn't understand any of it.
Taking out her phone she dialled the only number that could possible understand what she was feeling at the moment and not use it against her.
"Z? What's up? If you calling about our new shipment for a replacement coat it see hasn't come it" Em cheery tone could be heard down the line.
"Z?" Em questioned, a worry seeping into the women's voice.
"I'm so fucking confused" she stated simply with a defeated sigh, while running a hand though her raven hair – head upward towards the darkening skies.
There was a pause, "why are you confused?"
"There this…" Z stumbled to fine the right word, "pain in my chest and I don't know bloody why"
"Pain? Oh my god are you hurt? Did someone stab you? Or was it one of your dead?" Em rushed
"Em"
"Did someone shoot you?! Oh my god, I sent Phinks to you!"
"EM!" Z growled at the worried mother hen. "I'm not fucking hurt… at least not physically... I don't think"
There was another paused, like something clicked in Ems head, "tell me what happened and maybe I can understand"
So she did, how kuroro came round the other night - how she had come to return kuroro coat, how she had seen him with another women and the strange feeling now occurring in her chest.
"Z, do you, have you considered that you may like Kuroro?" Em asked her tone even.
"What do you mean? He does get the job done"
"I mean I think you 'like like' Kuroro, the tall dark deadly spider head and what if you're currently feeling jealously as he's with another women?"
Z frowned, that just sounds troublesome…. Why were human emotions silly? And what did she mean why 'like like' and why would she be jealous?! "How do I make it stop?"
Em giggled down the phone line, "you can't make it stop! Well not forcefully it has to be natural! Why don't you walk in there and tell him how you feel!"
"I don't know how I feel"
She heard the women sigh in defeat. "Then instead of telling him how about showing him?"
"Showing him?"
"Yeah, why don't you give him a kiss and let things flow from there! That's how it happened with me and Phinks. We kissed one thing lead to another and now there lithely no place in the shop that we haven't had sex on! Who knew he was an animal in the sack!" Z rolled her eyes before listening to the women gossip about her and phink's – telling her things she really didn't want to know.
Eventfully she hung up. She did have things to do, and if she couldn't forcefully stop the feeling she would ignore them. She looked down at the coat in her hand, before slipping it onto her shoulders and disappearing into shadows.
Z stepped out of the shadows into the room. None of the others had noticed her presence in a shadowy corner of the room. Shows their skill. The mafia had sent her a request for the upcoming auction – to hurt the Ryodan. She was just here to get into the building without raising suspicion and to open the back door and if needed…
Dark eyes flickered to the door as two powerful Nen users enter the room.
To bring someone back from the dead if things went south.
In return for the book and a little bit more…
Zeno and Sliva Zoldyck had just entered the building and she could already could feel the headache beginning to form at her temple as the sear number of dead floated about their uncaring heads. Why was she always surrounded by murders? She needed friends that wouldn't give her headaches when they met.
The assassins glaze met her black void like hues, before turning away taking their seats in the room.
"I think everyone's here..." a bald fat man stated counting those in the room.
"No not yet. We're missing a hunter and the Nostrad clan has one more person coming" another man stated.
Z rolled her eyes, really? They didn't notice her presence? Wasn't like she was hiding it, she was they leaning against the wall arms cross over her chest. She was wearing her usual leathers and heels joined by the crop top, but instead of her normal coat which was beyond repair, she wore Kuroro's. It was open but she didn't mind she tilted her head into the fur collar debating on telling the mafia that she was here. But it was Zeno who decided to announce her presence. "Would the hunter happened to be her by chance?" he pointed over to the scowling women.
"What?!"
"When did she get here?"
She internally scoffed at their comments, if she could predict people's deaths she would say most if not all (par the Zoldycks) would die tonight. "I been here for a while, if you didn't fucking notice maybe you should leave before someone has to clean up your rotting corpse"
The room was silence but no one dared move from there sit. Z shrugged, "your fucking funeral"
The bald man with glasses quickly took control of the situation, "Z right?" she nodded, "then whose left?"
"The nostrad clan representative"
"Another one who is all talk…"
Z zoned out of the boring convocation, her glaze watching the doorway while trying to ignore the growing headache. It wasn't long before a familiar blonde entered the room, thought this time his eyes weren't red.
She studied the spirits above his head. There were different, instead of the dark shadows that were out for revenge – wanting to break and curse their killer. There were light - features noticeable thought none had eyes, all wearing the same tribal robes.
This was his clan, trying to guide him from the grave.
She has seen a few of these over her time, mostly mothers wanting to protect their child after dying giving birth to them. But never had she seen a whole clan, wanting to look after its last surviving heir. One she recognise, the young boy with brown hair, his eyeless graze staring at her still form.
She stared blankly at the group of men before her, vaguely listening to the conversation happening around her. Some of the thing that there said seemed reasonable, like wanting a detailed map of the building and neighbourhood… but codenames…. Really? Where they children?
Her frowned deepened, she pushed off the wall having enough of the pointless conversation. The clicking of heels interrupting the chatter, "and where do you think you're going?"
The one whose codename was 'blue' asked, she paused glancing at the male. "For a fucking walking."
"We need to collaborate if we wish to reach our goal" the name codename red stated giving her an unimpressed look.
"The only people I would be fucking interested in bloody 'collaborating' are giving me a bloody headache" she stated, glancing towards the assassins, but only the pair in question noticed how her graze was directed to an area just above their heads, "so, I'm gonna go for a walk while you dicks dig your own graves"
"You're going to die first going off on your own" 'blue' countered.
"Good thing I walk with the dead every day then" her tone was cold as she continued on her way leaving the others to gap and process her comment.
Time ticked by as she mindless wandered the building making sure that she wouldn't cross path with kuroro just yet – she wasn't sure how she would react to him and these so called 'feelings'.
It was a massacre, she could feel it in her bones as more and more people joined the realm of the dead – the spirits making the beads on her wrist heavy – as more and more joined the dead wanting revenge. She leant against the wall, looking up towards the ceiling.
She could hear it. The requiem, the troupe was offering them with kuroro as the conductor.
Then she could feel the tremor as the Zoldycks En expanded, searching for the spiders head. That was her queue, she could a step disappearing into shadows. She floated in the abyss of the spirit road, drifting like the dead around her. Stepping into the realm of the living she hid her presence completely as she watched the battel between kuroro and the Zoldycks.
Powerful beyond recognition.
She had a slim glance of winning in a battel against the Zoldycks, yes she was powerful Nen wise. But physically they could overpower her, if she didn't play her cards right. Dark eyes narrowed taking in everything, from the Benz knife to the thief's book. The Zoldycks excellent teamwork and Nen control.
She watched as Zeno pinned the head and Sliva unleashed a powerful attack that shook the foundations the buildings.
She slipped out and in of reality, as the dust died down, moving closer. Z sighed, looked like she wasn't needed after all. Rubble moved revealing a slightly battered Zeno and kuroro, "Hehe it was really close. Both of us just escaped death"
"You sure you don't want to end it?" kuroro smirked.
Z frowned, "you fucking seriously asking for a death wish" Z hissed from behind the pair, kuroro concealed a smile noticing she wore his jacket.
While Zeno gave the pair a confused look, internally frowning at only just noticing her presence, "you're no longer our target"
Z glance about the room, her graze locking onto Sliva who narrowed his eyes at her presence. She didn't waver under that threatening but curious look he was giving her.
"One on one who would have won?"
"Me of course" Zeno turned away, "if you had decided to fight with all of your strength it would be another story. You really thought I didn't understand your game?"
Z black hues glance towards kuroro, a satisfied smile making its way into his lips.
"And you, Z correct?" her eyes flittered towards Zeno, "curiosity eating at me, you walking with the dead every day?"
She nodded glancing towards the dead floating around his head, "I wasn't being figurative"
He gave her a look before nodding. The Zoldycks dramatically leaving as kuroro let out a chuckle. He had a childlike expression as he lay back on the wall, "Damn! I didn't get what I wanted"
Z rolled her eyes, shrugging his coat off her shoulders before dropping it on his head. "Your coat, I was going to return it sooner but you were…busy"
Kuroro glanced at her, "…busy?"
"How is your lady friend?"
Kuroro paused as realisation dawned on him. She was on about neon…
"What's it to you?" he asked with caution, staring intently at her feature though she was avoiding looking at him. Maybe he could use it to his advantage.
"Nothing," she stated too quickly,
"Then you don't need to ask now do you"
"I was just asking…" Z muttered with a frown, "When are you going to introduce her to the troupe?"
"I'm not"
"So she your little secret then?"
"Why are you so interested in neon?"
"So her names neon then?" Z murmured, arms crossed over her chest as she tried to ignore the painful throbbing around her heart.
"Z" kuroro stated with all seriousness as he stood up while putting on his coat.
"What?"
"I don't think you're telling the truth"
"And what makes you think that?" Z countered turning towards the taller male.
Kuroro smirked stepping forward towards the frowning but unmoving female, he placed a hand on the necromancers shoulder before leaning towards her ear while brushing away a strand of dark hair. "I think you're jealous"
Z frown deepened as she stepped away turning on her heels before disappearing into shadows. While kuroro smirk widen, she didn't deny it.
to be continued...
hey! guys hows the xmas holis going?! are folks looking forward to the new year?!
really wanted to add something a bit extra at the end but... i think this was better XD
our dear Z is trying to understand the human emotions within her, what to do! what to do!
love you guys..
soo i'm going to give you a sneak peek at what i have currently for the next chap...
Z was pissed off
sooo tell us what you think!?
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happy hunting xx