What had happened?
He shifted, pulling the bed covers over the sleeping female. Slipping off, he padded to his previous position. On a worn leather armchair with an old tone. Settling back down, book in hand his charcoal hues locked onto the females sleeping form.
Kuroro sighed, a small smile tugging at his lips. He would have to wait for his answer it seems.
"It's a date~" the magician purred, his golden eyes pinning on kuroro before him before glancing back towards the female, a smirk pulling at his painted lips as the red head turned around. His fight date and location with kuroro having finally been set.
He licked his painted lips, lust for the Ryodan head rising, he couldn't wait. How he was looking forward to tasting his delicious fruit.
Z stared blankly at the scene before her, conflicted emotions running though her as the men discussed the inevitable … she had a feeling the magician was planning something unpleasant…
"Z, I have another job for you if you're willing" kuroro spoke softly, breaking her train of thought as the magician disappeared into the horizon.
"As long as you help me find the last two books" she commented in response, dark hues glancing towards the tattooed male.
"Of course" he smiled slightly. The tugging at the lips causing the female to freeze for a millisecond. Kuroro internally smirking at the women's reaction.
Which is how Z found herself along with the rest of the troupe in front of a so called haunted house. "Next time can you not bring me to these so called haunted houses… too much effort to deal with this" she grumbled, arms crossing over her chest in annoyance.
Phinks chuckled, "you're our ghost detector! We need a spirit seer to give up the news" he yelled cheerfully.
She stared at him blankly, "you realise that's not how it works... Right?"
The whole troupe stood before the haunted house, unlike last time – the building actually looked haunted to the normal eye. Dark rotting wood for floors, broken windows on the bottom floor accompanied by cracked glass elsewhere – weeds and dying plants surrounded the area closest to the house. While the rest of the land was taken up with dark foggy woodlands. Her eyes flickered up to the dark stormy clouds above the climbing.
She hoped it didn't rain.
The angel could imagine bats flying about with Dracula staring down at them from a tower windows.
She sighed, cursing her life predicaments.
Kuroro chuckled from besides her, "you're just here to check that's all, afterwards you can go - we can do the rest"
"Fine" she sighed again taking a step forwards dark hues glancing about.
Behind her, the newest member tugged on Machi kimono, in asking for an explanation. Machi glanced at her opening her month, "She can see the dead yeah? She checking to see if this house is haunted before we entered. There was another job with a similar situation, I will explain afterwards"
"I see" the young boy stated, his dark eyes watching her dark form, before flickering to his boss and back. That didn't explain their relationship, he knew for one that she wasn't part of the troupe – he knew that she could be reconsidered as friend with them and Hisoka, but it felt like something more. They was also what his father had stated about her..
"There doesn't seem to be anything wrong with the house from out here..." Z stated, as the fog began to close in on them. "Outside fine, I need to check the inside to be completely sure"
"Let's go before we lost sight of the house… damn that fogs quick" Phinks muttered as the party walked towards the building. The fog growing thicker around them, Z narrowed her eyes.
"I don't like this" she muttered.
"You don't like anything really" snicker Nobu.
"I also have a bad feeling" muttered Machi, earning the troupe attention, instantly upping their guard.
"Z how many can you take at once?" questioned kuroro.
"All at a short distance" she replied, her face settling into an annoyed glare. Fog had completely surrounded them, Z couldn't see her hand in front of her face. "Shit!" she swore as her sight buried
"Z?!"
Black spots clouded her already white vision, "ffoooogg…" she slurred, swaying on her feet.
There was a thud behind her, as someone had succumbed to the drug secretly lined in the fog. Her mind became clouded; she wasn't in any fit state to take anyone out of the fog – the group could end up anywhere. She had already been to some other questionable places from the realms of the dead, she didn't need to be taking more people thought the roads of the dead. Another thud echoed as someone else dropped to the ground unconscious.
Well at least they weren't dead.
She struggled on her feet, before her knees gave way. She felt strong arms wrap around her catching her before she hit the deck. Black hues locked onto the blurry sight of kuroro before she was sucked into oblivion.
Kuroro stared at the limp form of Z in her arms, this wasn't good. At least half of the troupe was out of it, but alive judging by the beads of her wrist. The other half including himself were in no means fit of a fight. His head swam with whatever drug or nen attack he had breathed in.
He looked about spotting the youngest member of the troupe, standing by a collapsed machi. "Go, hide" he stated, earning Kalluto attention, "you'll know when your needed"
Kalluto heisted for a moment before nodded, the youngest Zoldyck disappearing into the thick fog. Kuroro glanced around the ground littered with his unconscious spider, before turning back to the female in his arms. He was lucky that kalluto was illume to most poison due to his upbringing – even his spider wasn't well diverse in that matter. He felt his mind slip away from him as he too slipped into darkness.
-After a little nap time-
Z didn't move as she awoke. Her head pounded more that any hangover she ever had, mentally she went over a checklist. Yes, all her limbs were still attached. Sanity? Nope still misplaced. She was sat with her back against the wall it would have been comfortable but her arms were chained above her head and she felt drained…. Ah shit, she swore intently nen blocking chains…
She felt the shift of fabric around her and slowly opened her eyes. The troupe all chained in the same manner of the square room, with two guards stood by the doorway. Black hues taking in the appearances, counting the people in the room. All alive, all awake and all annoyed. All but the youngest, kalluto.
The room was made out of stone block – old fashioned torches line the walls. The guards standing against the wall by the only doorway, the opposite wall to her. Even though her nen was being drained by the chains holding her arms up, she could still hear them, see the filtering shadows of the dead also chained to the walls….
"Well I can safely say this house isn't fucking haunted" she stated coldly. Earning looks and snickers from the troupe around her.
"Oh a sarcastic one we've got here" one of the guards chuckled. "Seems like you're in the wrong crowd"
"I know, I should have been a fucking comedian" she rolled her eyes.
"This ones got a bit of kick in her, shame your part of this lot" the man stated.
She scoffed, "I'm not part of the troupe, you can even check you twat"
"Why you-" One guard started only to be gripped by the other – holding him back.
She frowned slightly, dark hues glazed over as she stared blankly at the guards. Kuroro chained up beside her smirked at the confrontations. "Good to see your awake" he murmured, low enough for her to hear.
"I wish I wasn't" was her answer.
He supressed a chuckle at her answer. "Kalluto outside waiting, we need to give him a signal. Get out of these chains is the first step"
"Well no shit…" he heard her muttered before a loud sigh escaped her lips.
The room again descended into silence, while Z thought, there wasn't much she could do – being drained of nen wasn't a good thing went she needed to control the dead trapped in her head…
Abyss like hues filtered towards the guards, one with green eyes glared at her while the other brown eyes watched the others in the room.
"What the fuck are you looking at?" she stated breaking the silence.
"You look pretty big for a kid, you weren't in our reports for the troupe" the green eye glared spoke, earning a sigh from the brown eye guard.
"Well no shit, I'm not part of the troupe." She rolled her eyes.
"Shame you're going to die alongside them, for what they've done"
She stared with a bored expression on her face, ahh so this was for revenge was it? "And what did these people do to you?"
"Murder"
"Oh wow," she started dryly, "you just named a crime – one I bet you have also done"
"Hahaha!" Phinks started laughing soon joined by Nobu and Shal, the others silently joining in, "oh burn she got you good!"
"Oh shut up! The blood on my hands is nothing compared to yours! Death shall be your keeper"
This caused the whole troupe to laugh even louder, most staring at Z with humorous expressions on their face. "Hear that Z?! You're gonna be our keeper!" Nobu yelled laughing next to a snickering Feitan.
"Oh fuck off" she muttered darkly unamused by the comment.
The green eyes guards, "why are you laughing at the hearing of your death"
"It's simple" kuroro answered his face completely stoic, "we don't care"
Something seemed to click in the brown hue guard's brain, like a light bulb had just been turned on. "You're not part of the troupe"
He stated, his attention of the avenette, "I did say..." she muttered sourly.
"Death shall be you keeper…. You're the angel of death from heavens area… often see with the leader, suspected relationship with…" the brown hued male stated walking forward.
"Oh look your famous" shal chuckled.
Who was her suspected relationship with?, Z wonder a confused frowned on her lips as she studied the male.
"What?!" green eyed exclaimed, "check for a mark!"
Brown hues locked onto hers as he stepped forward, his footsteps echoing on the stone floor. Still her emotionless expression didn't change, as he crouched before her. He reached out to unbutton the coat but froze as sudden blood lust overcame him.
Z glanced to kuroro, at his harden deadly glaze pinning the brown eyed man, confusion ran though her, why was he angry? It wasn't like they were together – nor did she trust the human emotions wanting her to be his, she doubted he... What was the word? Liked her, she seen him with other females before – he was closed to machi, yet why was he angry that someone was trying to undone her coat? She just didn't understand.
She glanced forward - scanning of the scene before her trying to understand the situation fate had thrown her into. The troupe chained up, the dead flicker in and out of her vision as her Nen was blocked by the chains. The pounded headache hadn't subsided like she'd hoped. Narrowing her eyes, black hues focussing on the filtering shadows behind the green eyes guard.
She dropped her head, hair covering her features, "Fuck it… Fuck it all" she muttered earning the males attention. She shifted her legs moving them for a more 'favourable' position. "Mazikeen..." The demonic female spirit merged out the shadows, the stitched smile on her face growing even more manic, "…burn it all"
"Huh?"
Was the initial response, before the screaming began. The closest guard whipped towards his comrade, only for his head to be twisted back towards her with a sickening crack. Z dropped her legs to the ground as the dead body fell, giving her a view of the art Mazikeen was turning the other guard into a bloody masterpiece.
Screams echoed the chamber as the demonic ghost ripped into the living flesh of the green eyes man. Skin peeled away, reliving ripped tendons and bleeding organs. Soon those organs was poured onto the stone floors, the man's entails leaving bloody patterns on the ground. "Sweet" Feitan whistled impressed at the gruesome scene before him. Z watched as Mazikeen head snapped towards him, her ghostly white voids zooning in on him – her wicked smile returning with full lust.
The green eye guards let out his final breaths, as Mazikeen disappeared before reappearing a few steps away from the bound male. Her white voids darkening – like storm clouds. Something metal was thrown towards him.
The short male didn't even flitch as the chains holding his arms up fell on either side, completely broken, his arms now free as the object vanished into darkest.
"Now that was something new~" a female purred into her ear.
"What now inkar?"
"I think our little mazikeen has found something she likes~" the lustful ghost purred, as mazikeen stepped away. Her white voids staring at the man before glancing towards Z – the angel nodded before the demonic spirit walked through the close doorway.
It was only a matter of second before the building erupted with screaming – terror running though the haunted house.
A few seconds later, over the sound of screaming, the door creaked open. Kalluto poked his head in, his eyes scanning the room before entering. "I bemused that was the queue?"
All eyes turned towards Z, "what?" she questioned raising an eyebrow, "she needed to release some stress"
"Remind me never to get on your bad side" shal commented cheerily as feitan and kalluto went about releasing the troupe from the chains binding them.
"That's the second time you have saved our asses" Phinks stated, "I think we should kept you around some more"
"I think you should deal with it all yourself, you lazy bastard" Z muttered glancing towards kuroro, who helped her to her feet.
"Seems like I owe you, I will have to think of something to give back" kuroro muttered into her ear. Holding her close as his voice sent a chill down her spine, "maybe more than a little kiss I gave you last time~" he added making the female freeze unsure how to react a flurry of different emotions run though her as she thought of a response – the situation wasn't help by inkar who tried to give her a few…. Questionable responses.
"We will just have to wait and see" he smirked stepping away, while Z face fell back into its normal bored expression.
Damn these human emotions!
"Thanks for your help again" kuroro stated again, his dark hues stare at the back of the girls head.
"Its fine, as long as you hold up your head it be fine..." Z muttered, purposely avoiding his stare. She was still very unsure on how to react to his statement. The pair had separated from the rest of the troupe as Z was moving onto a different job in the city, another hunt.
Her client as had asked for her to join him while he discussed the details of the job, asked her to join him via car… haste why the pair were waiting for the vehicle.
It wasn't the first job like this, Z had had a few jobs similar in nature to this. The angel just found the whole situation annoying. "Hopefully by the time you have finish with this job we would have found its location"
She nodded, blank stare watching cars drive pass. "Will you be staying in the same apartment?"
"Yeah, I have no plan on moving anytime soon" she nodded as a car like the client had described rolled up. "Stay safe," she muttered opening the black car door (not that she could drive away – way to much effort and inference from the dead). "See you soon"
With that the car rolled away, kuroro watched the vehicle vanish down the street. A smirk donning his lips, he had ruffled her feathers. The seed he had planted all that all ago had grown into a beautiful flower, its vines crawling through her mind. It was a good thing he supposed, as he had no plan on giving up on her.
She was basically his.
The head of the ryodan turned away, his steps being drowned out by the roaring of car engines, speeding down the street. Some distance away, a car screeched, horns blasting. Usual sirens blared as they raced toward a car accident, its smoke drifting up into the sky as the car in question started to burn. But the head didn't notice any of this – just letting the city noises fade into the back ground, as he thought of the next course of action, for himself, the troupe and his and Z's unofficial relationship.
To be continued...
sooooooooooooooo what do you guys think?! how do you think kuroro plan to make it official gonna go! XD
the next 2 chaps where gonna just be one but i spit it as it was too long :)
which arch should she get involved it next? the ant one? or the election one? both? none?
comment and let me know what you think?!
love ya all
happy hunting xxx