A/N: Hello dear readers, I come bearing another chapter right before the new year. So far, it's been a long run for this fic and for myself. It's hard to believe that it has now been nine months since RoF's release and that we are finally making some headway. Of course, there is still quite a ways to go before this story sees completion, but I am happy with how this has turned out thus far.
I do want to say that I appreciate everyone who has read, reviewed and been so supportive of this story. There are many times where I've lost sight due to internal struggles and stresses in life that made me less then confident with my work. It's been no easy road and I honestly didn't know if I'd even make it this far, but everyone's support has been a huge help and for that, I am eternally grateful. Here is to bigger things in the upcoming year!
As always, a huge thanks to Sweets Dreamer for her continued efforts in beta reading these chapters and for also being my pillar. She has been a huge source of support and strength and I know a lot of my accomplishments wouldn't have been possible without her ongoing encouragement. :3
Summary: Chrollo and Kurapika plan and begin their raid on the museum in Mirie. In the process, they both encounter a new enemy unlike any other they have seen before.
Kurapika stood over the table, hands upon it as he scanned over the map that was spread out over its surface, the layout of the building looking more convoluted by the minute. As Kurapika tilted his head thoughtfully, his blue eyes searched every entrance, every exit, determined in figuring out their best course of action regarding a path in and out of the museum in Mirie.
For hours they had poured over the contents of the map and discussed strategies, the aspect of retrieving the Scarlet Eyes seeming to become more intricate, more problematic.
Getting to the eyes this time wasn't going to be any easier than their previous missions; despite their hit on the Mafia had been a success, the building would more than likely be densely populated, which increased their chances of being recognized.
Which meant there was going to be a necessity for disguises.
He sighed. Kurapika wasn't surprised by the notion. None at all. He had come to accept the fact that situations like this would arise and that it could be a call for any occasion. Being prepared was important, Kurapika knew this, yet, it didn't take away the fact that the younger man was slightly irritated by that fact. The idea of dressing as a woman again didn't sit too well with him.
In truth, he hated it. The memory of putting on that tight, constrictive dress he wore to Consta's viewing sat heavily in his mind.
Granted, Chrollo may have enjoyed seeing him in it; the older man had expressed his desires and spoke of how beautiful he looked while donning it, but it was one thing Kurapika swore he would never wear again. Even those shoes were murder - his feet hurt for a week afterward - and he couldn't understand how anyone would be able to endure such a thing. But he was determined to avoid doing it again if he could help it.
Though, Kurapika had to wonder if Chrollo just truly enjoyed watching him in women's clothing. Snorting at the idea, the blond shook his head - if the older man thought it would happen, well, he had another thing coming.
Grunting, he cast the notion aside - the subject of disguises was something they could deliberate on later - and continued to devise a plan for their escape from the museum once they had retrieved the eyes.
The sound of shuffling caused Kurapika to look up, and he turned his head to see Chrollo standing beside him, two porcelain mugs in hand, "Coffee?" Smiling, he extended one towards Kurapika.
Taking the proffered item from his lover, the blond took a long pull from its contents, relishing in the mild flavor and the much-needed flow of caffeine, "Thank you."
Setting his own cup aside, Chrollo slid one arm around the younger man's waist, and drew Kurapika close to him as those grey eyes looked on with adoration at the most exquisite thing he had ever held, "How about a good morning kiss?" He spoke, voice flirty, yet airy, "Since you haven't given me one yet."
Kurapika couldn't help, but yelp in surprise as Chrollo's arm came around him. The sensation of his lover's warmth permeated through the clothing between them and was enough to invoke a low groan to escape past his slightly parted lips, "Damnit Chrollo," he vocalized, slightly irritated that the older man took him away from his ruminative thoughts, "why is it you always do things like this?" Kurapika questioned a slight frown upon his countenance.
The older man just smiled, "That," he began, lips brushing against Kurapika's own, "should be obvious." Chrollo could feel his lover's breath dusting over the surface of his skin. Instantly he inhaled the scent of hibiscus and vanilla, and Chrollo purred. It was a new aroma his lover started using and the way it smelled on the younger man was delectable.
There was just no way he could ever get enough of Kurapika. The Kurta was like a drug - too addictive, too enticing.
Kurapika's frown only deepened, but he wasn't about to argue the point with Chrollo for the last thing he wanted to do was give his lover the satisfaction. The smirk which played over the older man's lips was enough to foretell of what he was getting at, and although he loved the man with all his heart, Chrollo's behavior only successfully irritated him. Still, Kurapika couldn't help but admit he loved those wonderful lips against his own.
Kissing Chrollo was something he did savor. The moments they spent partaking in the sensation and the way his lover tasted was enough to keep Kurapika coming back for more.
It was like honey that was inescapable, and the blond knew that he had become entrapped within the web of its allure.
Perhaps he didn't admit it straightforward - one day soon he would - but for now, he would settle for just readily indulging in it and let Chrollo figure out for himself. One thing that was undeniable, the kisses there shared were excellent. Just like the sex was. Not that Kurapika didn't enjoy sex, as he found out recently, but indulging in those warm, tantalizing kisses gave the Kurta a high that could only be experienced with Chrollo. If that said anything, the notion just spoke of how truly addicted Kurapika really was.
Wordlessly, Kurapika's slender hands wound their way behind the older man's head, fingers slipping amid raven locks as he closed what little gap there was between them and took Chrollo's lips with his. He wasted no time in parting them, allowing Chrollo to deepen the kiss. Instantly Chrollo's tongue found its way into Kurapika's mouth, the two appendages sliding along one another as the act and sensation of warmth between them caused the Kurta to groan contentedly.
Once they broke apart, Kurapika was able to speak, "I never said it wasn't obvious," he began, tips of his free hand coming to pass faintly over Chrollo's now kiss-bruised lips, "as I know why you tend to do the things you do. However, we have to focus if we are going to formulate a plan necessary to get the eyes."
There was no denying it, even as Chrollo was now regretting the loss in contact they were sharing, the simple fact remained - they had a lot to prepare for with their upcoming mission and distractions were only successful in belaying that requirement.
Although Chrollo was partial to spending a day just relaxing and faltering to physical activities, Kurapika was right. Time was still of the essence as they always had to keep moving, constantly watching their backs, never really knowing when someone may try and waylay them.
Being always on the move was something Chrollo was no stranger to and had even grown accustomed to it. Ever since Kurapika had come into his life, however, not having enough time to just share in the pleasantries life had to offer had begun to irk him.
Even as that finger played over his lips, Chrollo could not help the way it made him feel. Kurapika was unique and every moment spent with the blond was one he cherished. The issues and burdens they both still faced didn't harry nor deter the older man from the fact that he wanted what was best for Kurapika. Hopefully, at some point, he thought, they would have time for themselves once this was all over.
"You're right." He wasted no more time ratifying what his lover had stipulated, for they probably had delayed more than they should have. "Besides, if we are to make our move tonight and acquire the eyes, it's best we solidify our agenda and soon."
The torridity that radiated between them was enough to make Kurapika linger a moment longer, fingertips carding through those soft, raven tresses as the feel of their bodies entirely against one another made the Kurta reluctant.
Contesting what he said, Kurapika knew would only make him look like a hypocrite and rather foolish. Although it was nice being within Chrollo's protective arms as the older man had come to hold him rather securely, they had business to attend to. What happened afterward, well, that was a door he intended to leave open.
Slipping from his lover's embrace, though he grunted immediately once a brush of cold hit his exposed skin, Kurapika returned to facing the map that was sprawled upon the table and a slender finger came to rest at the base of his chin as a soft resonance of tinkling emanated from the chains that had materialized upon his right hand. Kurapika again studied over the exit and entrance points on the blueprints of the building, taking note as well of which ones were the closest to the room that was believed to hold the eyes.
There was still the matter of exactly how they were going to access the eyes as the security system inside the museum was more intricately coded and there would be guards stationed at unconfirmed locations throughout the building. Kurapika was still perturbed with the aspect that he needed to commit to robbery so he could achieve his goals. Which to a fault conflicted with some of his remaining morals. In the end, these were his clansmen's eyes, and he intended to get them back by whatever means necessary.
Chrollo came up beside him as his own eyes became fixed to the map before them, a questioning look crossing his features. For a moment he appeared deep in thought as if he had become contemplative.
He had planned on them hitting the museum towards the point of closing when crowds would be at their thinnest. It would be then Kurapika will remove the eyes from their display case and by creating a diversion, give he and Kurapika the time they needed to escape undetected.
The only remaining problem was the aspect of the security cameras which Chrollo was confident Shalnark could disable, and the potential guards that would be scattered throughout the location of the museum. The older man was betting on the diversion being crucial enough to draw most or all the guards' attention. At the worst, if they were discovered, then they would have no choice but to fight their way out.
If that ultimately ended up happening, then he would have the chance to observe Kurapika´s fighting ability and skills again. So much potential, his raw energy, and latent power made him dangerous, but worthy in his own right. The younger man was a force to be reckoned with, and the more Chrollo thought on it, the more he was pleased by his lover's decision to join his Spiders.
Something on the map caught the raven-head's eye, and it was then an idea came to mind.
Pulling out his cell phone, he wordlessly tapped the keys, typing up a message before sending it. A few minutes later, it buzzed, and upon checking it, a smile crept over his lips.
"Just off the main exhibition room where the eyes are on display is an entrance where the museum staff accepts deliveries. That late in the day the door is more than likely locked. However," he turned to cast a glance over at Kurapika, noticing that the blond had raised an eyebrow questionably, "Shalnark had checked the museum's delivery schedule and it so happens they are receiving a shipment of artifacts at five pm today. Just before the shipment arrives, I will have Shal hack and disable the security system, but we will only have a small window of time before they reactivate. It will be at that point we go after the eyes. Once we get them, I will create a diversion, giving you time to slip through the delivery entrance and escape. We will meet at our appointed rendezvous point."
In essence, they had more at stake than most of their previous encounters, which left little room for error on their part. Still, Chrollo was confident in both their skills and adaptability. Even though the older man had a tough time believing history couldn't repeat itself and that Kurapika may lose control over his emotions again as he did back in Sorbia.
But if anything, his lover would retain enough hold on himself to ensure the success of the mission.
"And you're sure that I will have no issues gaining access to the shipping dock? Meanwhile luring away the staff to limit changes of them getting involved?" Kurapika questioned, the skepticism in his voice was prevalent. He wasn't one to openly scrutinize, or perhaps his mindset had changed, and he became less judgemental of other people's suggestions.
At the very least he had one less worry. Now that Chrollo had his Nen back, the younger man no longer feared for his lover's safety. After the older man's near-death encounter back in Nappon and with just how nonplussed Kurapika became at the very thought of potentially losing him was enough to ensure they were never ill-prepared.
It was as if Chrollo could sense this conflict, the older man looked like he was ready to add every reassurance possible to bolster the blond's confidence.
"I plan to create a diversion to draw enough attention from your location, but the method I plan to use you may not find to your liking," Chrollo commented, voice level as he attempted to gauge Kurapika's reactions. Though something in the Kurta's eyes made him see the apparent deliberation. He knew his lover would have a hard time processing something so audacious and impulsive, but for this particular scenario, it appeared they were short on options for executing a method stable enough in getting the Scarlet Eyes successfully.
Chrollo liked it even less as he was a man who preferred to do things quietly, cleanly, and without much hindrance, unlike his Spiders who were brazen, mercurial and enjoyed the limelight. If it came down to it, he would commit to whatever means necessary to ensure the accomplishment of any mission, even if it meant using less favorable means.
He realized the younger man had risen an eyebrow at his statement.
Kurapika wasn't particularly sure how he felt about such an idea, even if their options were limited.
Crossing his arms over his chest, the blond tilted his head slightly askew, that eyebrow only lifting a bit higher, "Oh do tell. Now I am curious to hear what you are planning exactly, Chrollo Lucifer."
The older man winced inwardly at the usage of his full name. Indeed, Kurapika was being serious.
Sighing, he turned to face his lover fully, "The idea was that I would attempt to start a fight by making the guards near the main entrance think I had stolen something. It should cause enough commotion to draw the attention of practically everyone inside. Especially when I give the guards enough reason to call in for backup."
Hearing the idealism himself made Chrollo nearly question his own judgment as it was something beyond even his general methods when participating in any heist. Though he wasn't crazy about it, the necessity far outweighed any impracticality there may be.
For Kurapika, he knew it was nothing short of insane. Completely and utterly irrational. Chrollo was willing to risk potentially exposing himself to ensure that Kurapika got out of the museum successfully? As outlandish it seemed, the younger man quelled is own indignation when the thought crossed his mind he wasn't entirely exempt from acting foolishly. Thinking back to his loss of control while at the temple in Sorbia reminded Kurapika that he too, had made his own mistakes.
Expelling a breath, he let his arms uncross and come to his sides. Of course, there was still no abating his worry as Kurapika never dismissed the chance of something going wrong, but he easily capitulated.
So far, all their missions had been a success even if there were minor discrepancies along the way. Not once had any of Chrollo's plans failed and that, Kurapika surmised, was enough for him to retain faith in the older man.
His lover hadn't led him astray. Why doubt him now?
However, it didn't mean Kurapika had to like it.
Looking back over the map, the blond gauged the distance between the main entrance and the exhibition room where the eyes were on display, "I am not entirely thrilled with the idea," he began, voice even, "but if you are confident you can do this without compromising the integrity of our mission, then I suppose I will agree to this." Paying particular attention to the kilometer range between the two points, Kurapika noticed they weren't too far in approximation. Which was good.
That smile which had the tendency to entice, yet irritate Kurapika had returned to Chrollo's lips as if the man had been overly satisfied with himself. Damn smug bastard. It caused the blond to groan inwardly. Sometimes his lover knew how to be infuriating.
"Don't worry, I plan to ensure that my identity will not be revealed. We have enough people on our asses as is, so I don't think adding to that tally would be wise. As great as it may be in having the notoriety from each crime committed, there are times where it just isn't practical. It's something my Spiders, and I have learned since our inception."
The older man wasn't about to reveal that majority of the esteem his Troupe held was based off the infamy they had earned over the years since their establishment. A lot of their drive, passion, and venture were due to all the successes and renown they held. Chrollo was sure Kurapika would find something to that context only ludicrous and unbelievable, but he would learn of its significance and importance in all due time.
Kurapika had chosen to become a Spider after all. It would be a mindset the younger man would eventually have to adapt.
Regardless of his lover's overt skepticism, ultimately, they were after the eyes and Chrollo knew that Kurapika would go by whatever means were necessary to accomplish such a task. The blond was determinate in completing his goal, and Chrollo had long since vowed to see this through to the very end. He would stick by Kurapika, even after his lover collected all the eyes.
To a fault, Kurapika was surprised by the affirmation as he was pretty confident that Chrollo and the rest of the Ryodan were suckers for earning distinction and renown. Yet, witnessing the older man outright confess that even he will avoid taking credit at times astonished Kurapika. Then, by the same token, it also made him admire Chrollo.
He merely snorted but refrained from adding any sass to the conversation lest he wished to solicit more childish banter between them, which Chrollo has easily demonstrated in contesting him on, "Even though the notion of this being a crime digs into my craw, I will have to say I intend to take you at your word, Chrollo."
Getting used to an illegal lifestyle was still something Kurapika was finding difficulty in contending with as his unremitting morals remained present in the back of his consciousness. Kurapika understood that such a premise would only create dissension with the fact he chose to be in a relationship with Chrollo knowing the man's path and lifestyle, then with his decision to join Chrollo's spiders.
Retaining his convictions although he had willfully accepted the older man into his heart was something that Kurapika realized he would have to change eventually.
Seeing the contemplation in those blue eyes, yet the evidence that Kurapika conceded to the truth was enough for him to smile. He placed two fingers beneath the Kurta's chin, lifting his lover's head up to meet at eye level, "Trust me, I will do whatever is necessary to ensure our mission is not jeopardized," he began, voice almost a purr, "but over time, you will come to learn and accept our ways. Life inside the Genei Ryodan isn't easy, and it's far from glamorous, Kurapika, but we make things work."
With the finality of his words, those plush, soft lips in their rosy color came against Chrollo's own and he could feel Kurapika's warm breath against his skin. It was so hard resisting the younger man as Kurapika was everything he had wanted and more.
Chrollo knew Kurapika would come around sooner or later once he was able to see just how different life could be once he fully became a part of the Spider.
It was a simple matter of time.
The concept of becoming integrated into something he had despised for so long still was foreign to him as Kurapika had struggled for longer then he could imagine in letting go of all his emotional dissonance. It wasn't easy to think of adapting to the ways of those who held little value for life and committed to repeated acts of criminal activity, but Kurapika had a mutual understanding with Chrollo.
They both wanted to keep their relationship alive, and because of that, because Kurapika could not see himself without Chrollo in his life, the Kurta was ready to toss all moral compunction aside. He still had his convictions and principals, which to a fault, had not entirely faded as they were still ingrained. The blond could not see the aspect of losing every part of him, but he was willing to change.
Just how far he was willing to go Kurapika knew he would figure out in time.
Falling in love was something that was still neoteric to him, but in truth, he had no intention of stopping now, even if being with Chrollo meant walking a darker path. He had to live and live he would. The older man made him happier then he had ever been and seeing that brought to cessation made Kurapika indisposed.
Looking further into the eyes which Kurapika couldn't ever seem to resist, he could see the adoration behind those beseeching grays and his desire for Chrollo only grew, "I believe you that you will ensure the success of our mission," Kurapika began, his tone soft once more, "but changing how I am, and who I am won't be easy Chrollo."
So much damage had been done between him and Chrollo, along with his Troupe. If anyone was to make a move and begin trying to mend things between them, Kurapika had to be the one.
He knew of course that there would be those who would oppose their relationship and may attempt to dissuade either he or Chrollo, but if their relationship was to thrive, and even survive, they had to get through this together.
He wanted this to last.
Chrollo lifted his hand to cup Kurapika's cheek and began stroking the skin slowly, thrilled to see his lover's fiery determination, "I never expected it to be easy. Nothing ever is. But watching you change, even if slowly, is fascinating because I knew just how resilient you are." Dipping slightly, Chrollo brushed his lips over Kurapika's own before kissing the side of them tenderly, "I know I said you would have to eventually learn to adapt and accept if you want to be one of my Spiders, Kurapika. But you can do it in your own time. I am not expecting you to change overnight."
Standing completely, Chrollo swept an errant strand of golden hair behind Kurapika's ear before letting this fingertips brush over the earring in his left ear. His lover was so damn beautiful, and it was hard to refrain from acknowledging that as the younger man was nothing short of a work of art. Chrollo may not have been grateful or appreciative of much in life, but he definitely was in regards to Kurapika.
Now that he had the young blond man in his life, he would never let go. Chrollo vowed he would hold onto Kurapika until his dying breath.
"That is actually comforting to know," Kurapika spoke as he nuzzled abstractedly into the older man's palm, "as I was starting to wonder if you were going to force me through some intense training and make me conform quicker." He continued, though almost sarcastically.
Raising an eyebrow, Chrollo studied him, "I may be cruel at times, but I wasn't planning on doing anything to the context." Slipping his hand away from Kurapika´s cheek, his thumb trailed over those plush lips, sweeping along the bottom one as he allowed a smirk to creep up over his visage, "Besides, as enticing of an idea that may seem, I value the preservation of trust between us. So, despite that I eventually expect you to come to an understanding of our ways, it can still be done at your own pace. You already know that becoming a part of us means you will need to, anyway."
Kurapika closed his eyes the moment that thumb came across his lips, and he kissed the pad of it lovingly, "Yes, I do know what joining entails. I have made my decision fully aware of this. Knowing I won't be forced and can adapt on my own is enough."
"Good. I am glad that you agree, at least. Still, I must say, it will be rather interesting to see how you interact with the rest the Spiders. In truth, I am looking forward to it." That grin spread even wider across his face at the statement.
The immediate comment made Kurapika frown, and he wasted no time punching Chrollo instantly in the arm, "I don't mean to make a show out of it you damn ass." The Kurta could feel his vexation rising, and his mood only soured at the sight of his lover's grin.
Laughing, Chrollo pulled his hand away and rose them both up defensively as he knew he had invoked the younger man's ire, "You got me there, Kurapika. But don't take it as an insult, and more as a compliment. I am just interested to see how things play out once you are fully inducted is all."
Still skeptical, Kurapika raised his own eyebrow as he eyed Chrollo dubiously, "Normally I believe you, but for some reason, I feel like you are not being serious here. I wouldn't put anything past you, Chrollo Lucifer."
The sound of his full name again made Chrollo aware of just how canny Kurapika really was. The Kurta was definitely someone he couldn't conceal anything from.
"If you say so, my sweet."
Kurapika could feel his eye twitch at the use of the pet name, but he quickly put reins on his temper to keep from losing it, especially now when they both had a mission to complete. It was just generally a bad idea.
"You're such a prick, you know that dear?"
Hearing Kurapika's retort only enthralled Chrollo that much more. His lover really was feisty, which he realized was another thing he adored about the younger man. Perhaps he enjoyed provoking the Kurta to an extent, but Kurapika had long since admitted to being his. No longer did Chrollo hold any concern about the blond potentially leaving him. They were bound eternally.
"Well, this prick thinks we should actually focus on the mission at hand," He chuckled and leaned down to kiss Kurapika slowly on the lips. "There is still much to discuss and only so many hours in the day. If we are to make our move tonight, then we need to return to the task at hand."
Kurapika sighed and willfully accepted the kiss, eyes falling shut as their lips briefly worked against one another, the sensation appeasing him slightly and invoking a semblance of calm once more. "I suppose I cannot argue there." He conceded, gaze falling back on Chrollo once the older man pulled away.
"Right then." Turning away, Chrollo glanced over the map once more as he ran over the objective in his mind, working out the details necessary to pull off their scheme successfully. He was fully aware of Kurapika´s scrutiny with him initiating a fight with the museum's guards to grant the younger man's escape, but it was a necessary detail to ensuring success in obtaining the Scarlet Eyes.
"I have nothing else to contest your plan. Your idea is all we have. As I have stated, if you are confident it will work, then I agree to it." Kurapika finally spoke, turning his head to glance over at the raven-haired man.
It wasn't the most ideal, but what other choice did they have?
"Alright. Then we will make our move this evening before the museum closes. Both of us will pose as tourists visiting Mirie and there to see the new relic exhibits. At one point, I will pretend to be interested in the art that's on display, and we will separate. You then proceed to the ancient tribes' exhibit where the eyes are. I will provide you with the means necessary to remove them from the case. At exactly five pm I will contact Shalnark and have him disable the security systems. You will have a few minutes before anyone realizes it's down. By this point, the delivery truck will have arrived which you will then proceed towards after the eyes are in your possession. Wait in an obscure location by the delivery entrance and wait for my signal. Once all the commotion arises, that should clear you to exit through it. We will meet back here."
The entirety of the plot sounded sketchy at the very least. Kurapika was having a hard time contending with the fact that it became a necessity to take it as far as Chrollo suggested, but he needed to trust the older man and his intuition. Of course, Kurapika had his own gut feelings. Still, his lover hadn't failed him. Not once. Their missions so far had all been successful. So why start doubting now?
He merely nodded, praying in the back of his mind that everything went smoothly and according to plan. There was so much that mission entailed, but so was the situation with acquiring any of the Scarlet Eyes. Not knowing what position any of the eyes were in stood to reason that Kurapika needed to be prepared for anything and willing to endure any circumstance.
This was merely the beginning. So many more pairs were out there and retrieving them all would be no easy task.
"I understand," Kurapika uttered slowly, although his mind was attempting to process so much at once, "as I will be sure to follow your instructions to the letter. I may not like it, but I am definitely giving the benefit of the doubt." Pausing, the blond eyed his lover critically, "Just don't kill anyone. I don't care. Knock them out, run them off but no one dies."
The smirk which crept over Chrollo´s lips indicated that Kurapika´s response was something he expected. Even though the blond was slowly losing his high abiding morals, one thing the older man didn't expect to change the younger man's sense of preservation and value on life.
It was frustrating to a fault, but it was something that was part of the Kurta's character.
However, given the right circumstances, perhaps his lover could be swayed. At least when it came down to protecting himself or maybe someone else.
"Don't worry, I promise not to. If that eases your worries any." Curling his hand around Kurapika´s own, he brought the back of it to his lips and kissed it for emphasis.
Of course, Kurapika was no fool and quickly detected the slight mirth beneath Chrollo´s tone. Damn the man could be so infuriating despite Kurapika loved him.
He raised an eyebrow in skepticism but refrained from commenting, "Alright then," the Kurta spoke evenly, checking the clock on the wall to see how much time they had left. It was still early, and they had a few hours yet until they enacted their plan. It was then a sly grin crossed over Kurapika's own lips.
Without speaking further, he turned to face Chrollo fully, his eyes locking with the older man's as the palms of his hands came to rest firmly over his lover's chest.
For a brief moment, they both stood there, watching one another before the blond fisted Chrollo´s shirt and began pushing the man slowly out of the room and towards the room where the bed was. He could easily see the inquiry in his partner's eyes, but Kurapika said nothing until the older man's back hit the bed and the Kurta was straddling him.
"More surprises, Kurapika?" Chrollo began, but his words were cut off as the younger man's mouth came over his, instantly silencing him and drawing him down into a sea of desire. His mind hazed, thoughts evaporating into nothing as Kurapika seized the moment and deepened the kiss, their lips now working fervently against one another as Chrollo knew that Kurapika was hungry and desperate.
Time seemed to stand still, and everything faded into the background. All he could focus on was Kurapika´s lips massaging forcefully against his own and the weight of those slender hips as they pushed down against him. For a moment Chrollo thought he was going to lose it then Kurapika abruptly lifted up.
What he saw was pure passion smoldering beneath Kurapika´s scarlet eyes.
"We have a few hours yet to kill. What a better way to do so?" He hummed before leaning down to lick Chrollo´s neck. "Besides, I want it. And don't try to tell me you don't." Thrusting down against his lover, Kurapika did so for emphasis. He was not taking no for an answer.
There was no denying it, and Chrollo knew. Not that he was complaining. He was more than willing to accept his lover's offer. Placing his hands against the blond's hips, Chrollo held them firmly, "If that is what you wish." He intoned before jerking his own hips up against Kurapika, professing that he was more than ready to give the Kurta what he wanted. "I think this will be fun indeed."
Silence fell between them as their lips met once again amid a bruising kiss, Kurapika´s hands already working skillfully at removing Chrollo´s clothes.
Perhaps Kurapika was ready to let himself go and finally allow his descent into darkness, or maybe he just needed some release. But whatever the reasoning was, he needed this, and for once, he wasn't about to stop. He loved Chrollo as the man meant everything to him.
For now, he just wanted to become lost in the moment.
The exhibits inside the museum were vast, almost impressive as Kurapika hadn't ever seen something so extensive before. Many times he had explored things to the context, but during his time had he ever seen something this astounding.
Still, it was difficult not taking a few moments to appreciate the collections of rare artifacts that were on display; some were even depicted from bygone eras that Kurapika had instantly recognized from some books he had read in the past.
What caught his eye, however, was a case which contained a long, ivory rod that was about as thick as his wrist. Upon closer inspection, he could tell there was fancy, cursive writing that was etched into its surface and ran along the length of it. He could not understand the language, but Kurapika recognized it from the book Chrollo had given him, and it was presumed to be the ancient tongue used that preceded their current speech of today.
Studying the item further, what struck him was the type of relic it was. From the depictions in the book, he recognized it as something called an Oath Rod, a ter'angrel which had been said to be used by women who were known as Aes Sedai and used in sacred rites to create unbreakable vows when raising those from Accepted to the shawl.
Progressively, the aspect of an old civilization existing before their own was becoming real in Kurapika's mind. For so long he had wondered if the tangibility of those facts were genuine, but the more he saw actual evidence of those facts, the more convinced he became.
It was still hard to postulate something that advanced and systematic actually existed. Kurapika was continually impressed by people who were able to construct such anabasis and become the foundation of the world he knew today. The more he delved into it, the more immersed he was.
Kurapika spent a moment longer examining the object before moving on, sweeping around the various exhibits looking for any other objects he may recognize from the old tome, but most he saw were either unrecognizable or not in any way connected to what he was searching for.
The excitement he felt upon seeing these relics was unlike any other and the thrill to learn of such an existence was intensive, yet amazing. To think that a civilization like that may have been the progenitors of the one today only fascinated Kurapika. Never had the blond thought it possible.
Setting the thought aside, Kurapika had glanced over his shoulder and noticed Chrollo had given him that coded look. It was the same one that spoke of him preparing to enact on their plan as he pointed towards the art exhibit that was near the lobby, indicating for Kurapika to head for where the eyes were being held.
Nodding in understanding, the Kurta adjusted the jacket he wore around him and proceeded in the direction of the ancient tribes' exhibit, his canter slow, yet precise as he rounded a few sectors before arriving in the location of the viewing. Right before entering, he noticed the door Chrollo had mentioned where the museum accepted deliveries, taking mental note of it and went inside the exhibition hall. The sight nearly overwhelmed him.
The room was vast, almost cavernous and held so many treasures it was unbelievable. There were objects from so many different periods, though all were much more recent than the one outlined in the old tome which left Kurapika equally in awe. It was hard to parse so much information, but the blond slowly took it all in.
He wove between the displays, careful to examine each one as he passed, making sure none of them was the one that held the eyes until he came to the far end. Upon reaching it, things changed to something more familiar, more recognizable and it was then Kurapika knew what he was staring at.
There were things from his village like pottery, to clothing and even jewelry like the necklace he wore beneath his clothing, sitting inside the glass cases, their surfaces shining beneath the bright lights of the room and illuminating everything that was once the Kurta tribe. It wasn't until he reached the end of the exhibit that he found the one thing he had come to Mirie for - the Scarlet Eyes.
Anger swelled beneath the surface, and Kurapika found himself feeling aversion over finding the last remaining items from his people sitting around in display cases.
Of course, it was less disgraceful to find such things in a museum unlike the way he saw them inside a temple and used by that cult in Sorbia, but even then it was hard containing the knowledge that his heritage was being paraded around like this. The Kurtas were solitary and kept to themselves as they had strayed from society and away from the limelight. That was, until after what happened, which even for Kurapika, was still painful.
Still, he had to retain a grip on himself, for regressing would only be inimical and undermine everything he had done thus far.
Allowing his anger to reshape itself for the man he had fallen in love for while trying to forgive him for those transgressions would only make things antagonistic and ruin what good he had. It was something Kurapika definitely wished not to see decimated.
Approaching the case, he suppressed his emotions and proceeded to wait for Chrollo's signal and when Shalnark was to disable the security systems. Checking his watch for the current time, he realized it was ten minutes to five.
The anxiety he felt only continued to rise for knowing what they were about to do. What he was about to do. Though in the back of his mind Kurapika had to remind himself over and over that it was a necessary evil to reach the goal he had set out to complete so long ago.
As much he hated thinking of sinking low enough and committing to criminal acts like robbing a museum to achieve his objective, Kurapika had settled on letting his rationale justify his means. The Kurta knew it was his sworn duty to recover his people's eyes and if that meant stooping to incorrigible methods and staining his repatriation, then so be it. Maybe the younger man's apathy had settled in, but in the end, it was something Kurapika had to do.
He was more like Chrollo than he cared to admit. It was like they were carbon copies. Mirror images. One and the same. The idealism of it was a hard pill to swallow, and Kurapika hated to think of it. The path fate had laid out for him was inescapable, and there was no going back and only going forward. For Kurapika however, it was a future that looked promising.
Perhaps, just perhaps this was to be his destiny from the start. Maybe they were supposed to be more than just fated to be together.
Sometimes Kurapika wondered how intertwined and linked they actually were.
Kurapika sighed as he was no closer to understanding just how connected to Chrollo he really was. He did love the man, but Kurapika wanted to know just how deep that connection honestly went.
Glancing at his watch again Kurapika noticed it was nearly five pm. Casting his ruminative thoughts aside, he went about preparing for the moment when he would need to remove the Scarlet Eyes from their case, just wanting to be done with the entire ordeal as quickly as possible.
Once he readied the tools necessary, the sound of a commotion reached his ears, and every light in the museum proceeded to go out. The Kurta was shocked for he didn't remember that aspect being a part of their plan, but he wasted no more time deliberating over, and after glancing around the room, Kurapika set about removing the eyes from within the display.
The cacophony of voices arose as people inside the museum began to panic. It wasn't long before the room Kurapika was in was devoid of anyone but him.
Quickly, Kurapika retrieved the glass cutters and placed them on the side of the case and proceeded to create an incision along its surface, drawing the tool in a circular motion. After a few rotations, the rounded piece of glass easily popped out, creating an opening large enough for the eyes to fit through. Setting the glass fragment aside, he reached in and gently removed the canister.
Curling his fingers around the wool cloth Kurapika brought with him, he carefully, but meticulously wrapped it around the canister before slipping it beneath the coat he wore, making sure it was secure.
Gathering up the tools, Kurapika turned around to make sure no one had entered the room. The sounds of confusion and uproar still echoed throughout the building, and the younger man could only hope that amid the maelstrom Chrollo was alright.
Despite his reservations, Kurapika proceeded towards the delivery area, ready to put some distance between himself and the museum.
He slipped around the other displays while using the cover of darkness, the clamor masking his own footsteps as he drew closer to towards the exit and freedom.
For breathless moments Kurapika truly believed something may go awry as each second felt like an eternity while he made his way out of the exhibition hall and towards the door that soon came into his line of view.
It wasn't long before he reached it but not before he saw the shadows of people scrambling across the tile flooring only mere kilometers, the look of sheer horror upon their countenances.
The sudden intuition that something very wrong instantly made Kurapika´s hackles rise. Instinctively he extended his En range while maintaining In as he searched for other potential Nen users. But once he slipped through the entrance of the delivery room, the prospect that something was indeed, wrong became all too real.
However, the notion of the threat being other Nen users became less likely.
Clutching tightly to the canister, Kurapika noticed a large, gaping hole in the aluminum garage door and the truck which appeared to be the one making the delivery was toppled on its side.
Sensing turmoil in the air, the Kurta made his way through the hole and finally into the streets of Mirie where the sight which greeted him nearly left Kurapika chilled to the very core.
Destruction. Chaos. Death. The cataclysm which now surged around him, it created symphonious dissonance of panic and desperation that echoed in his ears, mingled with strange inhuman howls. He could hear screams in the distance, jerking his attention towards his immediate surroundings and the decimation that was occurring before his very eyes.
"What the hell is going on?" He uttered, almost at a complete loss for words as he slid into the street, the scent of blood in the air. All around him he could see the remnants of buildings, of cars and streetlights. Everything was practically flattened to the ground, and in a matter of minutes, what was once a city of grandeur was now aflame.
Kurapika couldn't believe his eyes. Whatever was empowered and strong enough to raze a city in a matter of minutes left the blond uncertain, but as he crept through the streets, determined to find the origins of the attack, he extended the range of his Nen, the aura virtually raging around him. A soft tinkling echoed amiss the storm as his chains materialized upon his right hand, and the blond ready for whatever may come his way.
Howls rose in the distance and Kurapika began to follow their sounds, the shadows concealing his presence as every part of him was on high alert, his senses tingling. The feeling of hate and malice hung in the air, its weight heavy and suffocating.
Slowly he made his way through the roadways, everything around him in utter anarchy as he continued to follow the noises that seemed so feral, so wicked.
As he approached an alleyway to his left, the sounds were now reverberating through the walls of the buildings, wafting into the air and cascading with the hysteria happening in the streets. Kurapika tried to peer into the darkness as the vision of something twisted and malformed silhouetted by the twilight and dust that hung in the air started coming forth. Instantly Kurapika felt his hackles rise and his body slowly dropped into a defensive stance as whatever was approaching from the alleyway didn't seem human. The chains on his right hand vibrated with anticipation, their elongated lengths ready to strike at any time.
For baited moments the blond stood there, ready to attack and he could feel himself become tense, the shadow only advancing closer, its presence making Kurapika experience sudden fear. The air thickened and it was then everything seized -
-when the weight of a hand upon his shoulder caused Kurapika to twist around suddenly, eyes turning scarlet to reflect his current emotional state. What greeted him was the image of his lover.
"Chrollo." The younger man breathed, relief accentuating his voice. He had nearly forgotten the potential of the older man still lingering about until Kurapika was facing him, red eyes regarding deep-set greys.
The older man watched him; clearly, Chrollo was on edge, but Kurapika could tell his lover was just as mystified as he was. Those fingers curled slightly tighter against his shoulder, and the blond could only feel the stress that was emanating off of Chrollo. It was easy to tell he was experiencing the same readiness, fully alert, and curious to what was transpiring around them.
"We really shouldn't linger. Staying here is dangerous." Chrollo uttered, the man's eyes were attentive towards their surroundings.
Though Kurapika neglected to move. He still wanted answers, "What in the hell is going on?" He questioned, voice almost demanding, "The city had been essentially leveled, there is no one around, and I keep hearing these strange howls. Everything about them is anything but human."
Glancing over his shoulder, Chrollo caught slight movement, his keen observation telling him that something was stalking them, "That is what I am trying to find out. The moment the lights went out in the museum, everything fell into turmoil. My first thought was finding you." He faced Kurapika again, though he remained attentive to the vicinity behind them, "But we really should keep moving. Something is definitely watching us." He paused a moment and looked down, seeing the canister beneath his lover's arm. Chrollo reached for it, "I see you got the eyes. Here, let me hold onto those."
Calling forth Skill Hunter, the older man flipped through its pages until finding the one he sought, and a few seconds later, he was securing away the eyes within Fun Fun cloth.
The sound of shuffling reached Kurapika's ears and drew his attention from Chrollo as he gazed around them, the shadows were moving along the ground almost as if they were alive. Chrollo's assessment wasn't far off, and the blond was inclined to agree. Something evil was definitely afoot.
Movement in the alleyway again caused Kurapika to turn as he pulled from Chrollo's grip while suppressing another disgruntled hiss. Darting through the alley and out the other side, he found himself amiss the worst scene of death and destruction to ever befall his eyes.
Fire. Bodies. Death. Blood... And creatures. Things as dark and dank as the abyss itself lined the once filled streets. They were large in mass with elongated ears, and tails, wicked snouts with cruel and concaved teeth, growling and hissing, tearing and consuming. Though what drew the Kurta's attention the most was the long, cream-colored horns atop their skulls with a crimson streak trailing down to the tail tip.
There must have been hundreds of them throttling the streets. Maligned, soulless eyes found him, vicious and hateful maws snarling and snapping, threatening to tear him apart.
Paralyzed. Every muscle in Kurapika's body locked up as dozens of eyes, red like his own, had landed on him and it was in that moment the blond truly knew what dread felt like.
He barely registered that Chrollo had come up beside him and the fact he called forth Skill Hunter again, the older man's aura flaring to life, "What the hell are those?" Kurapika's voice rang out amidst the growls that seemed to arise boisterously around them, the creatures now stalking forth. Chrollo had never seen anything like them before in his life. He had encountered quite a few strange and bizarre magical beasts in his time, but nothing unnatural like this.
Flipping through the book's pages, he landed on the one he sought, activating the skill without thought. Symbols appeared on the backs of both his hands, one representing the sun with a plus sign, the other a moon with a minus sign, "Be careful Kurapika! These creatures aren't normal."
The instant Chrollo's words left his mouth, Kurapika lurched forward, the younger man wasting not a second longer as he raced towards the first beast that darted at him, flipping backcast and slamming his foot down onto the creatures face. It dropped into a heap, weak yelp echoing as a response. Chrollo followed his lover's suit and entered the fray, joining Kurapika in laying waste to the freakish looking creatures.
Instantaneously Kurapika jerked back as another leaped over the body of the first, fangs just barely missing his arm, gouging a large tear into his training suit. Rounding, he turned, elbowing the creature in the side of the head and sent it flying backward. Exhaling sharply, he poised again, sensing another had entered his Nen field from behind, leaving him little time to react as he thrust his right pinkie finger outward, the chain surging forward to snake around the beast like a viper, winding tightly around it.
Without hesitation the Kurta snapped his arm to the side, chain trail whipping violently and causing the beast to roll into a nearby building, sending rubble spraying into the air. Breathing heavily, Kurapika retracted the chain as he surveyed the battlefield.
More creatures began to appear within the dust and debris, slowly trying to circle him, leaving them with little options, "Chrollo!" Kurapika yelled, voice attempting to rise above the growing din, "There are just too many of them!" Reflexively, the blond jolted to the side, round kicking the next ebony creature that attempted to snap off his leg at the knee, "I really don't know what they are, but they just keep coming!"
This was bad. Very, very bad. Multitudes of soulless red eyes focused on Kurapika with voracious and burning hunger, saliva dangling sickeningly from their twisted snouts. The younger man didn't know exactly how much longer he'd be able to keep this up. The casualties where piling as bodies lined the streets, and there were small black dots as far as he could see. It was like an endless sea. At this point, it was looking like the odds were stacked against them. For him, the situation was becoming grim.
Even Chrollo began to realize this, hands pulling away as the vibration of another loud boom echoed around them, the creature beside him exploding in an array of flesh and innards. All around them Chrollo could only see a vast tide of shadow as shapes of twisted figures crept forward, slowly boxing them in.
Curling his fist, Chrollo delivered a punch to the face of another beast as it attempted to sideswipe him, causing it to crumble. Without stopping, he instantly lashed out with his hands to grapple the next one that rounded over the last, its teeth flashing, and wasted no time flinging the beast into a group of them off to his side. Moments later, the thing exploded and sent bodies flying into the air.
Gazing to his side, he could see Kurapika was straining to maintain composure, the creatures attacking him relentlessly, "We need to find somewhere less open. Remaining here keeps us at a severe disadvantage."
Slinking and falling out of the shadows like creeping vines, another group of the beasts sauntered towards them, purpose in their step, all sets of soulless, cruel eyes were burning like furnaces and focused on Kurapika and Chrollo. The younger man took a few steps back, volatile snarls a clear warning.
Amiss the blustering pandemonium, the blond could just hear his lover's voice calling to him over the tumult, "Where are we going to go?! These creatures are everywhere!" The Kurta responded, right hook coming up just before one of the twisted beasts could sink its incisors into his side, and sent the beast sprawling.
The creature shook its head weakly before recovering and getting back onto its ashen hued paws, claws raking at the packed earth. Twisting, Kurapika jerked to the side, right hand flicking in front of him as he sent his Judgement Chain forward again, the silver length lashing out to trap one of the creatures as it tried to sidestep the last one, snaking quickly around the beast's muscular neck. In one swift motion, the blond pulled ruthlessly upon it, causing it to snap, the creature being flung upwards into the air before instantly whipping back towards to the earth, and crashing into the pavement with a sickening thud.
Kurapika recalled the chain while altering his position to dart out of the way of the next one tried to leap from his right. It just missed his shoulder, the beast's claws managing to tear through his clothing again and nicking his perfect flesh beneath. Kurapika grunted as he began to feel trickles of warmth running down his arm.
Backing up, Kurapika panted as he felt his lungs beginning to burn, every breath was strained and painful, the tribulation of their situation starting to weigh heavily upon him. Scarlet eyes flicked towards his left and noticed his lover having the same difficulty, the older man relentlessly attacking the sea of ebony bodies with heated ferocity. Every movement was elegant, precise and tactile. Yet even as Chrollo fought with determination to fell the beasts, he too seemed to be tiring.
It was boundless. Perpetual. For every one Kurapika and Chrollo dropped, two more replaced them.
Wild, frenzied, belligerent. There was just no end to them. Those evil eyes all focused on them, wanting to consume them alive.
Ducking to the side to avoid another shaggy body which darted at him, Kurapika leaped just as it passed him, and turned with just enough motion for his right foot to connect upon its neck, nearly crushing it. The painful whimper the beast emanated was a profession that Kurapika landed a debilitating blow.
Finding an opening, he managed to join his lover, back to back with the older man. "They just keep surrounding us!" He hissed between clenched teeth, fist surging forth and right hooking the closest beast in the side of the head, sending it sprawling and colliding into a nearby light post just as Chrollo shot towards two before him, sliding between them to place marks upon there exposed bellies.
Rounding, the blond came back beside his lover once more as his fierce gaze kept hard focus upon the encroaching beasts with sheer intensity. Without a second thought, the older man activated his Nen, causing the marks on the two nearby creatures to explode, sending guts spraying into the air again, the rest instantly darting away in desperate self-preservation. The blast created another temporary opening.
Looking over his shoulder, Chrollo called to his lover, realizing if they were to escape the relentless onslaught, that time was now, "Kurapika!" He yelled, urgency in his voice, "Follow me. We have to go!"
Heaving a breath, the blond careened after his lover just as Chrollo began to weave between the oncoming waves of ebony masses, the horde thick around them. He could hear the snarls of outrage echo behind them, the howls following them relentlessly.
The blond was beginning to become panic-stricken - he really hoped his lover knew how they planned to escape this. Because if not... He didn't want to die here. Not like this.
He kept pace with Chrollo as the older man led him through the overrun streets, the beasts snapping at their heels as they attempted to avert them, desperation and pure adrenaline taking over. It felt like countless moments they were running, creatures coming at them from all angles.
One nearly ambushed Kurapika as it lept towards him from within the fog, the younger man reacting with just enough time to deflect the attack with his arm, the beast's fangs raking along his bicep in the process, causing the blond to hiss.
Instinctively, the Kurta lashed out and grabbed the beast's crop before roughly shoving it to the ground, left leg coming up to drive the heel of his foot down upon the creature's horn, nearly snapping it in half.
"How much further?" The younger man called out, feeling his body beginning to strain.
Seconds later, his question was answered. Up ahead his eyes transfixed on a point, and noticed his lover had stopped suddenly before a shop that appeared to have survived the onslaught, while pinning one of the beasts in front of him. Marks instantaneously appeared on the surface of its shaggy, piceous fur, outlines just managing to reflect upon its runic surface. Without interruption, and in a fluid motion, Chrollo thrust the creature's form against the concrete, holding it there as his hands suffused in an arctic glow, Nen activating once he pulled away.
"Duck! We have to get inside!" Chrollo called as Kurapika came up beside him, his body shielding the Kurta from the blast as body parts along with debris flew around them. Climbing through the hole, he turned back and ushered for his lover to follow, quickly taking Kurapika's hand and pulling the younger man through without any hesitation.
Kurapika didn't refute the older man's instructions as he allowed himself to be guided through the large opening without question. He entered into the ruined area, eyes adjusting slowly to the dim light, and surveyed their surroundings. For a moment he stood, trying to catch his breath, heart racing, "They're coming!"
Horrific howls rose all around them as ghostly forms started appearing from where they had just come, savage crimson eyes peering through the dust and smoke. Kurapika turned to his lover, own body strapped, but ready to attack at any given moment. Slowly, those forms began to filter through the hole, determination burning within soulless eyes.
Turning, he glanced over towards Chrollo as they both began to back up while more beasts began to fill through the hole and into the room after them. "We have to seal the hole!" Chrollo yelled over the din of vicious howls, the sound of roaring echoing in his ears. The moment his words left his mouth, the older man retrieved his Benz knife, lunging it forward as one of the inky beasts charged at him, teeth snapping towards his side. "If we don't, they will only keep coming!"
More and more darkened shapes began pouring through the hole en masse and Kurapika could see the dire aspect of their situation, knowing that if they didn't seal off the opening, they would be likely done for.
As the first creatures slid through, the blond wasted no time in snapping his hand forward, Judgement Chain coming forth once more as its length surged ahead and spiraled around the front legs of the closest beast, toppling it to the floor. Rushing forward, he jumped, left elbow ramming into its side, knocking the wind out of it.
Quickly, Kurapika altered position, jerking to the side, just as another one flew at him, teeth flashing close to his face and just missing his cheek only to graze his shoulder instead. Hissing in anger, he rounded on the creature, thrusting his right hand against its maw, dagger tip instantly lunging into the surface of the creature's flesh, digging in. Without thought, and movement almost unified, he snapped backcast, the chain causing the beast to fly into the air, crashing into the ceiling, rubble dropping aimlessly all around them.
Panting, the blond turned to his lover, scarlet eyes blazing, "Chrollo! Now!" Kurapika called over the growing babel as he slid back astride the older man.
Without any hesitation, Chrollo snapped out, his fingers instantly landing on the closest beast to him as it attempted to sideswipe him, the symbols on the back of his hands glowing luminously in the darkness as mirror images appeared on the creature's body in the same areas of Chrollo's hold. He only lingered for mere seconds before using his strength to hurl the growling creature towards the aperture, the light surrounding the marks intensifying before the beast too ruptured as it contacted the wall, sealing the hole as a result.
Arms surrounded him as he dropped to the floor instinctively, though the weight of a firm body over his indicated to Kurapika that Chrollo had shielded him a second time from another devastating blast.
As they both rose, the younger man lifted his hand to peer through the dust which had filtered into the air. Everything seemed still, almost too quiet, leaving the Kurta to think that perhaps their grueling situation was over until multitudes of wicked red eyes shone through the darkness, the sounds of sinister growls rising around them.
The sensation of intense power surged around him, and Kurapika could feel the rise in his lover's aura, a vibrant white glow surrounding the older man's body as his eyes seemed to shine with defiance. Broad fingers slipped through the pages of his skill book and for a moment, the index of one stilled over a particular page. "Your assault ends here. This will be where you die." Chrollo laughed, though its sound was more maniacal and sadistic. Immediately, two translucent, skeletal fish appeared, tiny red eyes focusing on the snarling beasts that had begun to surround them as Chrollo lifted his left hand and almost simultaneously the Nen creatures surged forward, their curved jaws tearing into the flesh of the ebony monsters.
Kurapika watched in awe as he had never seen something like it before, the rabid look which crossed Chrollo´s countenance had the younger man taken aback as clearly his lover was thrilled by the grips of battle.
As the fish darted about, the sounds of whimpers and groans mirrored the dissonance that rose around them. Kurapika had become nearly mesmerized by the scene unfolding around him, the sounds of battle captivating his ears. It was chaotic imperfection as the carnage littering the area around them became picturesque butchery.
However, the momentary lapse in the younger man's concentration nearly cost him as it didn't take long for him to realize one of the melanoid hued beasts had managed to stave the onslaught, and careened towards the blond, teeth flashing, aiming directly at him.
Barely any room to react or time to think, his body shifted in erratic motion as its maw connected with Kurapika's side, the beast's mass sending him thrusting to the ground with jarring force. The breath was knocked from his lungs as the beast's propulsion forced him harshly against the unforgiving stone, snapping jowls pinpointing for his jugular.
It took everything Kurapika could muster, his endurance and stamina slowly waning as his arms came up in defense, digits betwixt clutches of its pelt, chains rattling in melancholy as he fought in desperation against it. The creature's breath and saliva dripped piteously along his exposed flesh as Kurapika´s chest burned, every part of him screaming from ache and strain, the beast's substance becoming almost too much to bear. Kurapika ground his teeth as his breath slowly ebbed away, the only barricade between him and death were his arms.
Something burned in those haunting eyes. Something demonic and hateful. It seemed certain in Kurapika's own demise.
They seemed to bore deep into his very soul, the look unrelenting and evil. It was like being touched by malice, violated by filth and yet, the deeper those eyes looked, it made something stir. Like a distant litany, Kurapika heard it, his mind trying to process everything that was transpiring around him as he was torn asunder and caught between fantasy and reality. The sound seemed to echo in his ears.
"You will die here."
Kurapika's eyes widened as he was caught unaware, the voice dithering briefly, those fangs repeatedly seeking unbidden destination within his exposed flesh. Desperation folded into trepidation as Kurapika was finding it almost impossible to hold the beast back, the smell of decay burning his nostrils.
"Give up human. You will submit, and we will win. It is hopeless."
Again the Kurta heard it, the sound chafing through his mind as the dread he felt melted into forlorn despair. He fought with every ounce of strength, his muscles screaming in pain as those fangs dared closer, aiming to find completion. Kurapika dug his fingers into that wild pelt in fleeting determination as his scarlet eyes raged like smoldering cinders, even as he knew it was paramount in keeping the creature from succeeding, the blond knew he couldn't hold out much longer.
"Why do you fight? Give in. You have no chance."
Amid the entropy and turmoil, Kurapika was hit with clarity - the creatures were intelligent. It was a realization that shocked the blond completely. Which to his dismay, the situation only boded worse for them.
Mustering everything he had despite the beast's immense strength, Kurapika forced back, his body straining in the process. His chains coiled around the creature as a result though clearly, his Nen was not enough. Out of the corner of his eyes, he could see them, masses of ebon lurking in the shadows, their vantage point clear. Fear began to set in - the blond nearly convinced this was the end and everything burned as his strength waned.
Closer still, it felt as if reality was closing in, unable to breathe. Kurapika's lungs agonized for air, body becoming languid. The younger man knew he wouldn't last much longer at this rate.
Kurapika's chest was on fire as his lungs strained for oxygen, his mind starting to fog over as he could sense the edges of his consciousness slowly beginning to fade. The beast drove closer still as it was practically upon him, its hackles arising, and torrid air wafting from its parted maw, foul breath grazing over the Kurta's vulnerable neck. His flesh pricked from the repugnancy of it, causing Kurapika to recoil in disgust. Harder those arms pushed, deeper those fingers pressed, nearly gouging into the sinful pelt without mercy, blooming tendrils of crimson etching lines around his own pale skin.
Desperately the blond searched, those scarlets darting around, barely able to see through the dust and gloom as he tried to reach out, hoping to find Chrollo amid the chaos, but could only see silhouettes, vague figures dancing within the dark. The sounds masked his lover's position as they cascaded around the room, wicked howls and low rumbling growls making it too difficult to tell. He was on his own while struggling to stay alive.
"It's over, human. Stop fighting."
That voice flared into his mind again, jolting his consciousness, inciting the cindering burn within his very soul. Fear bubbled to the surface, his own emotions contesting with the notion as the creature continued to thrust him into turmoil, haunting him. The terror that swelled within had slowly begun overtaking the Kurta as he descended into melancholy, the situation looking more bleak as the minutes dragged on.
Kurapika could feel the creature's dank, rotten breath upon his flesh, those concaved fangs just mere inches from his face. The blood raged through his veins as he was praying for a miracle. If the blond didn't do something and soon, the end was nigh.
It was now or never, desperation becoming his own comfort. His only strength. Every part of him tried to go stagnant from the exertion, stamina fleeting and Kurapika nearly caved to the beast's whims. That wicked voice called relentlessly into his mind, mocking him. Ridiculing him. Goading him into the lull of eternal sleep.
"You will die here. There is no other alternative."
Scarlets slipped closed, and locked from the nightmarish scene before him, the last ounces of Kurapika's vestige showing through sheer paling determination as he gave one final thrust in hopes of turning the tide. The beast snarled into his ear, countering him practically in unified perfection.
"Kurapika!"
The Kurta was about to concede and abject to fate when he heard the sound of his name and felt air surge into his harrowed lungs, those eyes snapping open as the massive weight was lifted, and landed on a tall figure partially masked by the darkness, "Chrollo." The blond whispered, voice hoarse as he tried feebly to raise himself into a sitting position, body barely able to move. Kurapika gasped as he tried to regain his senses, body in pain from his traumatic ordeal.
Worry etched across the older man's face as he could see clearly the repercussions of Kurapika's trial, "Are you okay?" Chrollo questioned as he gathered the younger man up into his arms, and relocated further into the building. Sliding behind a large pile of rubble and debris, the barricade offered shelter from the remaining beasts, and the older man used his Nen to seal off the area to prevent anything from entering. "We will be safe here."
Gently, he set the younger man down, seeing the distress upon the Kurta's pale face. Clearly, Kurapika was rattled as the evidence was apparent within the blond's still bright scarlet eyes. Chrollo's arms slid around his lover as he felt that lithe body come against his without question and gave Kurapika the protection he sought.
Kissing the top of his head, he burrowed his nose into that crown of golden hair, the scent of mortification and shame heavy in the Kurta's essence.
All Kurapika could do was falter to the cradle of those arms as Chrollo held him, mind distant and body still tense as he struggled to regain his senses as he had long since been pushed beyond his limits, "I think I will be alright. Thought if it hadn't been for you," The younger man paused, eyes sliding closed as they reverted back to their normal hue, "I would surely have died." He spat weakly, apparently upset.
He was frustrated. Irritated. Vexed beyond any recognition. Having nearly lost his life made Kurapika question his own abilities.
Perhaps he wasn't strong enough? He mentally berated himself, apparently not happy with the outcome. For so long he trained and honed his skills with his Nen, only to be bested in such a pathetic display?
Stroking his lover's back, Chrollo tried to comfort the blond, knowing he was disgruntled. However, what concerned him the most was the fact Kurapika was angry with himself. One thing he did understand was the indignity Kurapika felt at being defeated, which was something he remembered all too well the day he was bested by the younger man now in his arms.
Nevertheless, Chrollo knew the Kurta better than that and what he experienced was only a minor setback. They were up against an enemy they knew nothing about, has excellent strategic abilities and is intelligent. Those creatures were nothing the Genei Ryodan leader had ever seen before and appeared to be no magical beast that was conclusive to exist. The odds had been stacked against them and being at such a disadvantage left he and Kurapika with a lot of uncertainty. It was at this point they had to delineate on how to proceed.
Chrollo silenced Kurapika's words with a finger to the man's lips, "You were impeded, Kurapika. There is nothing you could have done." Lifting the younger man's chin, they met at eye level, "What matters is you survived. Until we figure these beasts out, we do not have the upper hand."
Inhaling, the blond searched those grey eyes, the same he always found comfort within and nodded, even though it was difficult in contending with the reality of the situation. Kurapika wasn't wholly willing to abdicate or concede as he was prepared to bring the war back, for those creatures were still loose out there and needed to be dealt with.
"I know, but," He leaned against his lover's firm chest as he shivered, the memory of his encounter still fresh in his mind, "I cannot help but feel humiliated. That entire situation was demoralizing."
The older man smiled weakly, lips descending closer to Kurapika's as they brushed against the younger man's, "Even if that was so, I know you did your best. Just because you were defeated doesn't mean you are unworthy. The skills you have still precede you."
Kurapika found it hard to believe, but he knew deep down, Chrollo was right. Even if he still felt distraught over what had ultimately occurred.
"I do understand, and even though what you speak may be true, I cannot help but -"
Lips coming over his suddenly silenced him, and Kurapika released a breathy groan. Chrollo truly cared for him. Every act the older man did made him look more and more human.
"You are overthinking this. There is no need to burden yourself anymore then you have. For now, we both should rest and wait until morning. Then we will figure out what to do." Pulling away, he gently coaxed his lover's head to lay against his shoulder, fingers carding through Kurapika's tresses tenderly.
Sighing, Kurapika conceded and let himself come against Chrollo fully. He was tired and couldn't think any longer. All he wanted to do was sleep. "Alright." He uttered as his eyes slipped closed, the sound of howling echoed in the distance and the Kurta blotted out their iteration.
Slowly he relaxed, his body laying completely against Chrollo's own, the older man's warmth offering him the comfort he so desperately needed.
"Don't worry, I will be right here," Chrollo whispered, and silently, his fingers reached for the satchel that Kurapika kept at his waist. Seamlessly, he fished the one item from its contents that he knew the blond was in need of. Pressing it into his lover's palm, Chrollo burrowed his nose into the Kurta's hair. "This will help you sleep." He uttered and wound his arms tighter around the younger man.
Kurapika closed his hand around the stone and let the sound of his lover's words comfort him as he allowed himself drift, "Thank you." He uttered as sleep finally claimed him.
After Thoughts: Hope everyone enjoyed this chapter. It's another turning point for our boys here as they have come into contact with something that is even greater than anything they have ever faced before. Especially for Kurapika as he now deals with the ramifications of his battle with the creature he faced off with. Things are only going to heat up from here.
Fun fact: the creatures seen in this chapter and prominent for this arc are actually my own species. They are relatively old and have been in may of my other stories, role plays and used by others for their own world building. That goes without saying I don't plan on stating exactly what they are as that will be revealed in upcoming chapters, but I will eventually be getting fanart done of them in the near future which along with all other art I have already had done over the course of the last nine months, will be released official upon RoF's completion. However, those of you who follow me on Twitter may see some of the artwork early. ;)
Expect big things over the next few releases.
Happy New Year everyone! Hope it is better then the last!