Accident #2: Methinks Valentine's Day Doth Sucketh, Part 2
Chrollo Lucilfer was amused.
"A~ano, u-um, Kuroro~kun,"Kaya Sakaamoto, one of his business partner's daughter, spoke up in front of him.
"Yes, Kana?" Chrollo asked smoothly, meeting her eyes for only a second then returning his sights to wherever they were settled on for the past thirty minutes. Kana resisted the urge to hysterically demand for his attention and act unlike the woman she was raised to become.
"Will you finally tell me why you took me out for the night...a romantic one, nonetheless?"
"It's Ka-YA, not Kana, " Kana replied, brows twitching at Chrollo's intonation on the word "romantic". Realizing that he got the desired reaction out of her, Kaya blushed and composed herself, wanting to hate his calculative mind even for just this moment.
Chrollo looked at her directly, then, calmly but firmly saying, "And it's not Kuroro, it's Chrollo."
Kaya blushed again, biting her lip. "G-gomenasai, Chrollo~kun. I know you only let certain people call you tha-"
"I let NO people call me that, " Chrollo interrupted, tone still firm. Although his eyes were still calm and straying again to what was happening behind her, Kaya knew better not to tread on Chrollo's authoritative intensity.
While this cool yet electric intensity may be the reason why she, along with countless women, immediately falls spell-bound upon merely bumping into Chrollo, at worst this kind of intensity can be enough reason for those women, including men, to pee their pants. Although Chrollo isn't one to physically attack someone, Kana knew that it was mainly his undeniable aura, his...elegant poise that effortlessly makes everyone run to him as well as run from him.
How Kaya wishes she would be the one to awaken this stoic man's inner warmth and submissive side.
Planning was easy, you see. Due to being involved in her father's business, Kaya found herself approaching Chrollo for a permanent relationship in the same way she runs the family business. This second date was no different, or so Kaya had thought. She hid the book Chrollo usually occupies himself with, she chose a very romantic restaurant that will totally set the mood and made reservations in one of the more private tables. It should be going well. They should be getting more acquainted really well. What Kaya didn't expect was that the disgusting duo who were acting like love-struck puppies for the past hour, next to their table, were actually partners-in-crime.
And with the way Chrollo seems more amused in spectating the "You-Cheated-On-Me" scene going on behind her than actually going along with her well-devised plan...Kaya felt she was about to end up as one of those women who Chrollo leaves in tears after one night of passion.
"S-shai, d-don't tell me...Illumi Onii-sama was right all this t-time? "
"M-my love, there's g-gotta be some...this is one whole misunderstanding! I d-didn't invite y-you here at-"
"Y-you didn't...? Why...y-you're not cheating, right? RIGHT?"
With one hand resting under his chin and the other holding a wineglass, Chrollo Lucilfer smirked.
Due to years of dining in this restaurant, whether with women or business associates, Chrollo would usually be found with a book on his left hand, reading as the other party drones on and on. Not that he wasn't listening-in fact, he can hear every word perfectly. His boredom on this same old-same old scenario, however, gets the best of him and instead of making eye contact, he focuses his sight on something more interesting. Which is, of course, his book.
But not tonight, it seems. And not just because of the fact that he wasn't able to bring his book tonight.
In front of their table, a dramatic scene worth filming was brewing.
"Tell me, Shaia Pouf: TELL ME! B-b-because you're b-breaking my heart just...s-s-staring at me like THAT!"
Or maybe not, Chrollo thought to himself. The woman confronting the couple was sobbing her heart out, snot visibly flowing in tiny amounts from her nose. Her fingers were trembling as she clutched a mobile phone close to her chest. Her face was completely blotchy and red, the expression on it confirming Chrollo's earlier thoughts.
The woman was not only a mess, but one pathetic mess that would rival any child.
"My love," the man who was referred to as 'Shai', desperately opened his arms up and walked over to the crying woman. "Let's sleep this off, o-okay? I will reserve a r-room at the hotel and y-yes, we'll talk it o-out t-there! W-we're just childhood friends who d-decided to, haha, y-you know: c-catch up on t-things? MY LOVE, c-come here into my a-arms like y-you do...you u-usually do! Here, l-let me-"
Chrollo had to cut off the man's dramatic, but obviously fake, charade from his hearing. He took a sip of his wineglass, his eyes looking at the woman whose sobs seemed to grow quieter as soon as this.. 'Shai' began hugging her.
Surely she isn't falling for the man's old tricks again...
"S-stop...hic...lying to ME.Y-you TWO were about t-to...hic...hic.. KI...hic...KISS w-when I walked in!"
The woman was still sobbing quietly, but her shoulders were shaking more visibly now as she buried her face in her hands.
"Oi-ya, oi-ya," a sultry female voice replied to the previous accusation.
Raising one eyebrow, Chrollo realized that the second woman in question was the one who spoke.
"My oh-so-lovely darling here is SO not cheating on you, little girl," the woman began as she haughtily linked arms with Shai who stood still beside her, looking back and forth between the two women nervously.
One plump arm on her waist, the woman continued, "Because tonight, officially, he's breaking up with YOU. And I, Cutie Beauty, am his current girlfriend."
Chrollo couldn't help but raise both of his eyebrows at (1)the all-too apparent nerve of this fat, cosmetics-overloaded woman; and (2)the ridiculous name she had just proudly introduced herself with.
"Cheating your woman for a stripper," Chrollo mused. "Low-lives indeed, don't you think?" Eyeing Kaya, he tilted his head as if waiting for her opinion on the matter.
Kaya, who was now having a small vein pop up on her forehead due to Chrollo's inattention AGAIN, forced herself to smile at Chrollo and nod graciously. Although, all she really wanted to do was scream or...whatever huge mess that will keep Chrollo's eyes stay on her (and only her!) for tonight.
If I knew that a love triangle's quarrel would happen at this restaurant, I should've just let him bring one of his favorite Edgar Allan Poe novels instead.
Unbenknownst to Kaya who was cursing her plan's holes mentally, Chrollo's gray eyes flickered with amusement at the predicament he slowly put her in. He's no sadist, not that Chrollo would even be ashamed if he ever found out he was one, but women who don't know their place, especially being given pleasure and money for one night were intolerable to him.
Unlike other businessmen his age, Chrollo doesn't fool around with women. He prefers his antique books and running matters in Genei Ryodan's Inc., one of the world's wealthiest, most successful companies he worked so hard to aspire for and build ever since he was a child.
Not to say that his sexual needs were neglected: in fact, Chrollo acknowledges it, but he views it as nothing more than the human mind's demands from time to time. Arousal is merely the brain's response to the body's stimulated chemicals, and not even lying with many women could change that. What Chrollo finds a laughable mystery, though, is how many women confuse the brain and body's normal responses with 'feelings' or 'attachment' or all those fancy words he heard from women who would always, ALWAYS try to chase after him for a second night.
One even claimed that she was his soulmate.
Another pestered him to "settle down and marry".
"H-how dare YOU! Not only are you c-cheating on me, but you're...y-you've also got together with that shameless S-STRIPPER!"
Chrollo leaned back on his seat as the woman's sobbing turned into shrilly child-like shouts that halted his thoughts.
"N-now, my love, calm down for a minute while I-"
"While you WHAT? You continue the KISS I walked on IN?"
"M-my love, that's not it! I...er, no need to cause a scene no-"
"And NOW you're telling ME not to cause a SCENE when you've caused me to disbelieve everyone, even MYSELF, for the past THREE years?"
The sobbing woman was now shouting at the top of her lungs, as if she wasn't afraid to bust her vocal chords then and there.
"Disbelieve YOURSE...wait a minute. M-my love, all along, did you alrea-"
"YES!" The woman cut her off, hysterically clapping her hands together as if Shai just hit the lottery jackpot. "BLOODY YES! Illu Nii-sama had you on GPS the last time he visited here, and then I did the SAME. I also went through your phone, your laptop...EVEN YOUR ACTIVE FRIENDSTER ACCOUNT!"
The restaurant's other customers, mostly couples, snickered. The waiters and waitresses who were gathered in the corner watching the first-ever fight in their classy restaurant whispered to each other, letting out hushed giggles. The head chef, even with his stained white apron on, was holding out a Samsung tablet in front of him.
"You go, girl!" The head chef exclaimed excitedly, never taking his eyes off the video recorder application. "You should have whooped tha d*ckhead's ass already when you discovered he still has a FRIENDSTER ACCOUNT!"
More mocking snickers of "gay", "certified d*ckhead" and "dump the sorry douchebag" echoed within the restaurant.
The woman began laughing then, but to Chrollo's ears all he heard was her gasping for air as tears still fell from her face.
Adrenaline rush on children are always the most hilarious to watch, he smirked, turning to look at Shai whose fair skin was visibly reddening due to embarrassment.
The woman who called herself "Cutie Beauty" dramatically gasped in defense. Patting Shai's face gently, she cooed, "Darling, darling le mine, don't you see? She's a STALKER! She never even respected you throughout the years you were together. She even SHAMED US in front of all these people! Choosing ME in the end is the best decision you have EVER done."
"Shamed YOU?" The woman stopped laughing and shouted again in an octave higher, if possible. "Isn't it ME who was SHAMED by both of YOU?"
Pointing at Shai, the woman screamed, "Letting your frickin' STRIPPER text me, pretending to be YOU because you AIN'T got the bellsie-ballsies to DO SO!"
Chrollo managed to not choke on his wine at the woman's choice of swear words and insults.
Bellsie-ballsies, Chrollo pondered, staring at the woman who was still screaming and pointing at Shai. Is she even mad or just trying to be the sillier version of Dr. Seuss?
Chrollo shook his head gently, closing his eyes as he let out a small laugh at the woman's ridiculousness.
That's when he felt water getting splashed on his face.
"T-that's it, " Kaya whispered, right hand trembling as she put down her empty glass on the table. "Y-you...you're unbelievable! I did everything to make you happy ever since my father's company teamed up with Genei Ryodan Inc...ever since I met you last week. I liked what you like, I read what you read, I went where you went. And even in bed, you know I satisfied you! Now, not only you don't want to take me back for a second night...but you're also sizing up damsels in distress while you're on a date with me!"
Kaya stood up, a bit shaken from her little outburst. "You've never laughed in front of me after all this time...yet you find the woman over there with such horrible fashion and crude language AMUSING? Tell you what, you can now prey on that helpless woman once she's finished ranting and crying her head off-further partnerships are off. I'm LEAVING. For once, you never even CARED anyway about my feelings!"
"Why should I care?" Chrollo retorted impassively, unimpressed by Kaya's theatrics. Tilting his head slightly at her, he looked more dangerously charming than Kaya remembered as water droplets fell from the strands of his black hair.
Kaya gulped out a squeaky, "W-what?", vaguely remembering that Chrollo asked her a question.
"Why should I care, when it's all just in your head," Chrollo continued, his poker face making Kaya feel flustered. "And since those...feelings are chemical imbalances in your head, you should be the one to fix it, not me."
Chrollo ran a finger on the rim of his wineglass. "You'd be surprised how big your brain, and the thought forms in it, really is."
Looking up at Kaya, he asked, "Or is it because...you don't have one?"
Kaya's face became more flustered at the realization that Chrollo just hinted that she was brainless. Why, no one ever called her dumb, idiotic or anything synonymous with those before!
Reaching for Chrollo's wineglass, Kaya was about to pour red wine this time on his expressionless face when his hand clamped hers down on the table.
"I told you, I don't have a talent for doing things the second time around," Chrollo said nonchalantly, his unfazed demeanor making Kaya panic inside.
Standing up, Chrollo leaned in close to her until his nose touched hers.
"I guess, I will let you keep one of my favorite books from Edgar Allan Poe. Letting you know that cynicism is common sense's true from...I hope that shows enough of my gratitude for tonight."
And that's when Chrollo let go of the stunned Kaya's hand.
X~O~X~O
The bandage got too wet, Chrollo silently thought to himself as he made his way to the hotel's VIP bathroom. There was a bathroom in the previous restaurant he just walked out of, but he preferred the nearby hotel's bathroom because he found it more private and sanitary.
Removing the damp piece of cloth around his forehead, he threw it in the trashcan and started bringing out a small spare cloth from his suit's pocket. Anticipating that this would happen in a way, considering Kaya's temperament and the way he countered it, Chrollo looked at the full-length mirror and began tying another bandage over his forehead, watching the tattooed cross on it disappear bit by bit.
After securing the new bandage, Chrollo walked over to the bathroom sink and pulled out a few tissues from the side. He began wiping the water droplets neatly off his hair first, and then his face. He was almost halfway done when out of nowhere, he heard what seemed like a woman's distorted voice.
Which was impossible, because he was in the VIP bathroom. The gold sign that hung in capital bold letters on the door, too clear for everyone to read even from a mile away, was enough explanation.
"Gyanya...sniffs. Huhuhuhuhuhuhuhu...HUHUHUHUHUBUHUHUHUHU!"
Chrollo dropped his tissue slowly, placed his hands firmly on the edge of the sink and turned his head around.
A woman is here. Or maybe a transgender. It sounds though, as if he...or she...was crying or some sort.
Sniffs and sounds of nose-blowing resounded in the silent bathroom.
Letting his ears pick up where the sound was coming from, Chrollo was led in front of the bathroom's individual stalls' opposite side: the changing stalls.
Since it's a VIP bathroom, two kinds of stalls are found in the bathroom. On the right side are the individual stalls, which only have deep-cleaned toilets in it and for urinal purposes only. On the left side are the changing rooms where a shower is present once you step inside. It's usually used by the elite members of Yorkshin's swimming team who are immediately granted VIP access in the hotel.
Chrollo recalled that tonight was Valentine's Day. And although he didn't know much about the subject (like he cares), Chrollo was certain that even if a transgender or whatever is behind the last changing room's door, he...or she...is not a member of this swimming team, since who in their right mind would consider swimming, which is merely another term for spending hours being soaking, dripping wet, as a romantic date?
A flashback of Kaya splashing him with water popped up in his mind, making Chrollo grimace.
It's always the crazy ones, of course.
"BWUHUHUHUHUHUHU!"
Another muffled cry filled Chrollo's ears as he made his way to the last changing stall then knocked at the door. He noticed that the shower isn't on, by the sound of it...which means this person is just moping on the floor, eating her tears and tissue up, with the confusing sound of his...or her...voice.
"Hello, Mister...or Miss...are you okay?"
"Gooom umay," the voice, still muffled by what Chrollo could deduce as a tissue or handkerchief, responded. "Dim suman hwi."
More sniffles and nose-blowing were heard as Chrollo tried to translate into English, or anything understandable, what he...or she...just said.
"I'm sorry, Miss...Mister, but I did not quite understood what you were trying to say...?"
"I said, go away!" The voice, not so muffled anymore, shouted with an accompanying sob. "There's someone here, goshdarnit! And who are you calling MISTER? I am not a-"
The changing room's door was suddenly kicked open. It was a little too late before Chrollo realized that he addressed this woman as a Mister due to the distorted voice a while ago.
"-MISTER! I don't even know YOU and yet you're insulting ME already, do you even KNOW the FRICKIN' FLIPPIN' HELL I've been on a joyride in for TONIGHT? I swear to God, all of you BOYS are-"
The woman's next words died in her throat as she made direct eye contact with Chrollo who was standing in front of her, eyeing her face then her chest.
The woman must have realized the current state she was in, for she gasped in horror and turned redder than a strawberry.
Black, wavy, almost frizzy hair, dark-brown eyes that were already turning red because of crying, with the same facial expression from before: as if her one and only castle crashed down before her...
Chrollo smirked, seeing it was the same girl who caused a scene in the restaurant.
"Well, if it wasn't our Miss Mess-Maker an hour ago. Why am I not...surprised it was you."
"Stay back!" The woman shouted, clutching her arms protectively over her red checkered blouse, which was only halfway-buttoned. "I don't talk to perverts like YOU who barge into the girls' restroom to take advantage of HEARTBROKEN WOMEN...changing into their extra CLOTHES!"
She then clutched her arms tighter, as if she wanted her clothing to swallow her up.
Chrollo can't help but smirk again. Woman, eh? If this girl looks at herself as a woman...well then, Chrollo despised books. Honestly, to his eyes this woman is the type that should just wear those sailor school uniforms, run around in lollipops and never look back.
Nothing special, nothing attractive.
"I may have been with a lot of women, but I must say, I do not condone pedophilia," he chuckled lightly. "I just checked up on you to tell you that this is the me-"
"Shut up you perverted SON OF A GUN! I don't need your explanation, I need you to stop staring and smirking like a K-I-A. And GET THE FUDGE OUT of the girls' bathroom...NOW!"
Chuckling at her outburst, Chrollo decided to try again. Holding his hands up as he walked closer, trying to appear harmless. "Miss, I don't know if you are into experimenting another gender or not, but I would just like to remind you that-"
"GYANYA! The pervert's coming to get ME! Stop, stop...no, YOU A-AIIIN'T!"
The girl decided to rush back into her stall and was about to slam the door shut on Chrollo's face when a male's voice was heard a few steps away from the bathroom.
"Yeah, yeah," the man was saying, as if he was talking on the phone with someone. "Miss Kaya Sakaamoto was nice enough to tip us with where Mr. Chrollo went after their date...of course, of course, Boss, we'll definitely catch up to his personal life this time! The Paparazzi Press will be the first to get the scoop on one of the most eligible ba...uh-huh, roger."
Signalling the end of his call, the bathroom's main door opened and the man stepped inside the VIP bathroom, making Chrollo stand up straighter, all senses alert.
I always knew that Mr. Sakaamoto's daughter is a headache-inducing one. Where to hide, however...
Miss Mess-Maker, who was peeking from her stall's door that was slightly opened, whispered in a muffled voice again, "Um, bro? What's...happening? You look like you've been frozen to death there ever since that guy went insi-"
Chrollo locked eyes with the girl, although he was not really hearing the woman over the course of action he was planning in his head.
Of course. This woman's stall.
Aided by his quick wits, he reached for the door and swiftly pried it open from the mess-maker.
"H-hey, wait a minute...I-I don't like that deadly serious look on your face. MOTHERFATHER, are you his ACCOMPLICE by any cha-HEY! S-top pushing, stop PUSHING YOU CRIMINAL WHAT ARE YOU-Don't even try to-OUCH! Get the FUDGE OUT before I-GYAAAA, DON'T!"
And just like that, the last changing stall's door closed with a 'bam'.
Author's Corner: I had no idea what I just wrote, TBH. So when I was read it for the first time while editing some details (FF REALLY messes up with the spacing and font styles, ugh), I was fangirling and blushing a lot. Especially when I remembered my plans for Chapter 3...OMG, control your *ahem* orgasms, le me! One thing's for sure though...situations would get trickier for our unlikely pair from now on.
Sorry for the late update, as usual. You see, I'm also working on the sixth (or was it seventh, lol) chapter of another fanfiction,the one I wrote for "The Hobbit"(The title is "Tokimeki No Doukasen"). Not that I'm promoting...I suck at it anyway, why bother, hahaha! X)
I'm also obsessing over the Crime and Investigation Asia channel or CI every time I get the chance to...and although I've gotten a lot of ideas for a Hisoka/OC fanfiction (I'm digging deeper into our fave sociopathic clown's mind, hooray!), I won't be writing that story until I finish this one. Or Tokimeki No Doukasen. I don't want to fall into one of my habits, which is not finishing anything I've started once I've gotten bored.
Anyway! I just wanted to give these two people Chrollo Lucilfer-shaped cookies and cupcakes:
ciel-de-crystal = For being the first to click that Favorite button for this story. Aw, thank you very much for giving this new AU story a chance! :")))
sunlightxiii = I'm speechless, bruh. You did not just Favorite and Follow this story, but you also put me on your Favorite and Following Authors list! You don't know how hard I fell from the top bunk (We have a double deck bed, you see. Haha!) when I read my notifs...MYGAD. My little brother had to stop me from throwing all my pillows and blankets in joy and relief. HAHAHA. XD
To answer your Review, ahahaha, Illumi's fangirls, huh. Actually, I gathered opinions from real people online, going on HxH forums and stuff, so I know what would make all you fangirls out there tick. I want the characters to not be, like, "distant" to the readers much, you know. I want them to really SEEM human. If the readers can easily imagine themselves replacing my OC, for me, it's a success. Hihihi.
And yep, I'm including everyone's favorite genki boy in this story as well. Why not, right. Besides the fact that Gon's so adorable, in my perspective I find him easy to write about, since we share the same personality: cheerful, emotional and just (too) honest. You gotta wait and see when he'll appear, I guess! ;)
Theme song for this chapter: "Be My Love" by Clazziquai. Although I've been replaying Hisoka and Kuroro ft. Gon and Killua's "Yakusoku No Uta" for the second month now...