A/N: Hello dear readers, it's time for another installment, one that is, of course, is not as action-packed as prior chapters or ones to come, but this time, our boys come across someone they never thought would cross paths with them, especially while on a train. This time, they realize just how insane their venture is really becoming.
I also want to mention that as of this update, I have unfortunately come very close to the RP with the fic. Due to unforeseen circumstances and delays over the last year, I have managed to catch up to the RP, which is something I never expected to happen. Because of this, there is a possibility that I may have to go into hiatus until the RP gets a significant distance from the fic before continuing. The duration of the hiatus is undetermined, but I will make an official announcement with chapter twenty-eight's release.
As always, a huge shout-out and thank you to Sweets Dreamer for her continued efforts to beta RoF's chapters. She's awesome. ❤❤❤
Summary: As they draw closer to Falton and the end of their train ride, both Chrollo and Kurapika encounter someone they least expect.
Chrollo spent the next two hours glaring at whatever scenery went past the window.
The train had made only one stop for fuel and had since picked up speed. Everything outside seemed to blur. It was boring to watch the inky black surroundings and yet, he couldn't distract himself with a book. The words on the page kept merging before his very eyes which gave Chrollo a headache.
Besides, he was trying to avoid looking at Kurapika.
Currently, he had put some distance between himself and the younger man. He had eaten his share of the lunch packed by the innkeeper not long after the attendant had taken their orders for dinner, then made sure to do the same with the meal served to them soon after.
Still, a hollow feeling had settled inside his stomach, and it seemed to him that it wasn't about to go away any time soon.
He was still aroused.
The thought of taking a nap crossed his mind, but his brain instantly laughed at the futility of the idea. In his current state of mind, sleep would not come easy. Besides, he had rested enough before leaving Winden; a nap would be useless now.
So what could he do to pass the time inside the cabin of a moving train with his most-definitely-smug partner sitting right across from him?
Chrollo thought about trying to read again. Maybe he would find the ability to concentrate a second time.
However, his eyes ended up locking briefly with his lover's instead and an image of Kurapika blushing while he palmed the Kurta over the fabric of his shorts followed immediately.
Chrollo hoped his reaction wasn't too prominent.
For awhile Kurapika had attempted to deviate his focus elsewhere. Not long after what happened, he had chosen to eat his portion of the food which the innkeeper had given to them, along with a little of the dinner which had been delivered and then sat across from Chrollo as he attempted to read. He immersed himself within the pages of the old tome hoping it would aid him in clearing his mind.
Kurapika could sense the heaviness in the air. It had become dismal and negative as Chrollo obviously was sulking because he had proven the older man wrong while neglecting to give in to his whims.
It seemed his lover avidly believed that regardless of circumstance, there was no need for boundaries or consideration. Of course, Kurapika didn't deny that he wanted Chrollo. Truthfully, it was hard not thinking of how constrictive his shorts were and the fact that he still had an erection, but Kurapika didn't like the idea of having sex out in the open.
The idea made him shiver. He was no exhibitionist.
There was still the aspect of their first time having intimacy, but the forest they were in was remote and far from civilization. So that did not count.
But Chrollo wanting him to commit to private acts while on a train? Kurapika snorted at the idea.
Shaking the thought from mind, Kurapika attempted to try and resume reading, knowing his lover had been avoiding eye contact with him for some time. Although the blond could still feel the weight of disappointment around them, it didn't stop him from at least trying.
That changed the moment he looked up from the book at the sound of movement, and his eyes found Chrollo's.
What expression had managed to cross over his lover's features made him raise an eyebrow as he suspected the older man was thinking of something perverse.
Kurapika heaved a sigh, "You are insufferable, you know that?" and closed the book with a heavy thud, obviously annoyed.
Still, he felt as if he had been a bit too hard on his lover and set the book aside, lifting off the seat to slink down in the spot beside the older man. Without saying anything, Kurapika laid his head on Chrollo's shoulder, "Sometimes I hate it when you do stupid things like that." He uttered finally, one hand searching out his lover's own and twining with it.
One thing Chrollo had initially suspected was the fact he was relatively confident Kurapika was going to remain angry with him, especially after he let his risqué thoughts pervade his expression. The younger man was one with a tendency to hold grudges, even though he had started learning to let go of his past.
Those suspicions were cast aside, however, when his lover came to sit beside him and took hold of his hand. Chrollo used the opportunity to bury his nose into that golden crop of hair.
"I know," the older man replied, "But can you blame me?" He opened his eyes to look at the slender fingers that were curled with his own before looking out the window. Outside, the scenery had become a blank slate of inky darkness. Nothing could be distinguished except for the twinkling stars in the sky.
Silence descended between them for some time as Kurapika simply laid there with his head against Chrollo's shoulder. He was still a bit miffed by his lover's prior actions but said nothing.
He didn't know why, but the sensation of Chrollo's presence, even his aura had a placating effect on him that was calming.
The feeling of his fingers being squeezed drew his attention, and he opened his eyes the moment Chrollo's nose found its way against the crown of his head. Again, Kurapika loosened, and the aspect of being close to the older man invoked further serenity in him, almost making him completely forget about everything that transpired not long before.
He really couldn't stay mad at his lover for long.
"Chrollo," Kurapika began, his voice low and soft, "it's not that I blame you, but the fact that I don't think you understand how to keep things within reason." He paused and looked up at his lover, "I do enjoy sharing intimacy with you, but it's something I would prefer to be kept private and away from prying ears and eyes. Maybe you don't see it that way, but I consider it sacred." Concluding his statement, he allowed silence to fall around them again.
Kurapika hoped Chrollo would understand.
However, the feel of a warm palm against his cheek drew his attention towards the older man's eyes, and it was then Kurapika felt his gut wrench.
It was the second time he saw regret within them.
"You don't have to say anything more," Chrollo stated as his thumb began stroking gently over the edge of Kurapika's lips, his tone nearly passive, "as I do understand how you feel." He paused and allowed a weak smile to cross his features hoping to at least soothe his lover's temper. Leaning down, he placed a kiss to the younger man's lips before separating from him. "Do you want to get some rest?" He asked.
For some strange reason Chrollo felt drowsy the longer he stared at the bleak nothingness outside. Combined with the gentle rocking of the train and the lack of human noises along with the incident from earlier, it made him tired all of a sudden.
The sensation alarmed him. Staying alert was imperative as anything could happen, even while on a train. There was always danger involved in whatever he chose to do.
Chrollo stood up and stretched. Besides, he needed to clear his head.
This time, he avoided Kurapika's gaze because he felt guilty.
Instead, he began to set up the retractable bed which allowed him to focus on anything else other than his chiding conscience.
Kurapika watched as Chrollo began preparing the single bunk, though he silently wondered if how he reacted earlier had adversely affected the older man. Of course, the blond understood that Chrollo needed to learn his lesson and to keep things in perspective, but the sensation Kurapika got from his lover's sudden actions made him begin to question that ideal.
He sighed in exasperation.
Leaning back, Kurapika turned his gaze towards the window - he wasn't particularly tired himself, but at the current point they were at, it was either that or back to reading. It seemed at the moment, they were at an impasse.
"That won't be necessary," Kurapika replied, his voice quiet. "I am fine for now." He wondered if Chrollo was feeling guilty for making him angry, and under normal circumstances, he would have deemed it an appropriate consequence.
However, this was different.
Even if Chrollo was out of line and had a tendency of taking things too far, he had been hard on his lover. Maybe a little too hard and now the older man was convinced that he was only making Kurapika's life difficult.
Nothing could have been further from the truth.
"Alright." Chrollo rose and summoned Skill Hunter before producing Fun Fun cloth. He fetched what toiletries he carried with him inside of it and then proceeded towards the door to their cabin, "I am going to wash up at the sink." Then exited without another word.
There was a small bathroom located at the end of the car. There were a total of eight compartments, and seven of them looked empty. It was odd to him that there were so few passengers on the train.
Something about it did not sit well with Chrollo. The train had to be important if it connected a small rustic village like Winden to a major city such as Falton. Growing up in Meteor City had taught him that people always migrated towards the bigger cities. Even he was guilty of it. The older man had turned his back on his dump of a homeland the moment he had enough money and skills stored in his bank and book respectively. Hopefully, more people would get on at other stations.
He didn't hold his breath, though.
The door to the bathroom was situated right next to the sink. Someone had left the small window open which allowed cold air to rush in. Chrollo grunted, then closed it, cursing the person who had left it that way. He sighed, thinking that maybe he should have brought his coat with him as he turned the knob of the tap.
But Kurapika looks so good in it, Chrollo thought, and he chuckled to himself.
The water was freezing, and he flinched every time it came in contact with his skin. Chrollo quickly washed while trying to clean himself as thoroughly as possible. Once done, he rushed back to the cabin still shivering.
Without hesitation, he sat down beside the blond and immediately wrapped his arms around that lithe body. Kurapika felt nice and warm, and he couldn't help but nuzzle that pale neck dotted with purplish love bites.
The amount of time he remained in the cabin alone seemed almost indefinite, Kurapika having long since delved into his thoughts as he contemplated over what transpired earlier.
No matter how many times the younger man mulled over the reasons for how he reacted, each one came to the same conclusion. It was apparent Chrollo had taken what he said to heart. The more Kurapika thought on it, he would have easily allowed his lover to stew, knowing there were just times where perhaps the older man needed to understand limits and boundaries.
It was something that Kurapika figured Chrollo had never genuinely established considering how his lover chose to lead his life, or how he was forced to lead it.
Still, he figured there could have been a more diplomatic way of approaching the situation, even if some of the things Chrollo did got beneath his skin.
The sensation of warmth at his side brought him from his temporary reverie, and Kurapika glanced over his shoulder to see Chrollo sitting beside him. Strong arms pulled him against the older man's chest, "Took you long enough," the Kurta began, though he kept the jab light, "I was beginning to wonder if I was going to have to go in there after you."
Both of them sat like that, unmoving and without speaking. Chrollo's nose was buried against his neck, and he could feel the older man's breath dusting his skin. Kurapika sighed.
Though he was shocked by the older man's prior actions and statements, Kurapika suspected it was his lover's way of handling their discourse from before.
It made the Kurta's chest tighten.
"I didn't mean to make you worry." Lifting away slightly, Chrollo looked into Kurapika's blue eyes, and for a brief moment, he thought he saw sorrow within them. The very idea made him groan inwardly, "The water was colder than expected, and it took time for me to get cleaned up without freezing my ass off." He kept his voice smooth and reassuring, hoping it would assuage the younger man's concerns. "Forgive me."
Reluctantly, he turned and glanced out the window. Chrollo couldn't shake the weariness he was feeling nor the sensation that something was off.
"I think I am going to rest for a while, babe. Do you mind keeping watch?" He didn't like the idea of asking his lover to remain awake, but something about the train didn't seem quite right.
Hearing the very words spoken caused a pang of guilt to clench at his heart, and Kurapika once again felt his chest constrict. He didn't know why, but just seeing Chrollo exhibit remorse made him think back to when the older man confessed to regretting the one decision that drastically changed his life and all the pain it ultimately caused him. The Kurta remembered how it made him feel at the time and now was no different.
In truth, it made him love Chrollo even more, for it kept on showing him just how human his lover really was.
Even so, Kurapika couldn't help but wonder if their earlier exchange was the reason for the older man's current behavior.
"I am a bit surprised you seem ready to sleep this early, but I have no issue with staying awake," he uttered, curious if Chrollo had sensed danger as he felt nothing out of the ordinary himself.
Turning to face his lover once more, Chrollo looked over Kurapika's features from his porcelain hued skin, to the gold, silken tresses which framed those beautiful blue eyes. Everything about the younger man only reminded him of why he cherished a precious angel such as Kurapika.
He leaned back down once more to nuzzle against the blond's soft neck, the scent of lavender hitting his nose and Chrollo sighed deeply, "I can't explain why, but I feel unusually tired my love." He said. "That is why I am uneasy."
Without stopping, he kept nuzzling against Kurapika's tender skin, the action comforting him. Along with the rumbling movement of the train, Chrollo's tiredness only seemed to increase.
It worried the older man because he had slept quite well back at the inn and it was hardly past nine according to his watch. So, why would he feel this tired?
Was there a possibility of being drugged? Then again, he and Kurapika had been consuming the same food since boarding the train. The only time they didn't share a meal was during breakfast back at the inn. Also, he wasn't aware of any drug that induced sleep twelve hours after intake. Most drugs were designed to be fast acting.
"Kurapika," he whispered, "Wake me after an hour alright? I want to be sure of something."
Slipping away from the younger man, Chrollo made his way towards the bed, every part of him felt addled as he sat down. There was still an underlying sense of dread that he had a hard time dismissing.
In this current situation, there really wasn't much he can do except make sure he didn't die. I shouldn't be so tired, his brain seemed to whisper as he slipped between the sheets. He was probably panicking, and there was no drug or else his hands would have been shaking.
And yet, he continued to worry, all rational thought evaporating away.
Chrollo's sudden change in behavior, however, had sparked a thread of concern in Kurapika. First, there was the brash attempt to coax him into having sex right there on the train which only made him recoil, the idea of someone catching them in their private moment caused Kurapika to feel unease.
Then the apparent regret it seemed Chrollo harbored after that, which the Kurta didn't deny his lover should have been made to feel all considering.
Now, it appeared Chrollo had gone into a rather strange fit of anxiety or was it panic? Just the way he was acting, the words he spoke, it made Kurapika believe there was something more than what the older man was saying.
What really happened while Chrollo was in that washroom?
Kurapika raised an eyebrow at the request, "Sure. About what? Is there something you are not telling me?" He didn't know why, but he was sure it wasn't like Chrollo to seem so outright distressed. Concern was one thing, but this... It bothered the young blond. Almost as bad as it did back in Nappon when he thought his worst nightmare had nearly come to pass, and that he was going to lose Chrollo. It arose Kurapika's apprehension once more.
"Whatever it is, you can tell me." He added when Chrollo separated from him to lay on the bed, the notion crossing his mind that something was happening to the older man again and it was then, fear bubbled in his gut. It petrified him.
Kurapika hoped his suspicions turned out to be wrong.
Containing those suspicions was hard, even though Chrollo was aware his lover was already beginning to express worry. He didn't like the aspect of keeping anything from the younger man, but if he divulged his concerns now, it would only cause more stress for Kurapika. If what he speculated proved to be true, then he would have no choice but to reveal his findings. "It's nothing, angel." He smiled at his lover, ignoring the guilt bubbling in his stomach. " Don't worry about me, I am just a very cautious person."
Keeping such a deception only ate away at Chrollo, and thus, he was unable to look at his lover in the eye. Instead, his head came into contact with the pillow beneath him, and the older man let his eyes slip closed.
He would find the answers he needed soon enough.
Once again, Kurapika raised his eyebrow as the answer he received made him even more suspicious. His lover's actions were clearly inconsistent and continuously fluctuating. He couldn't help but sense the hesitancy in Chrollo's words, even in his body language. Something was bothering him, and Kurapika was sure he didn't imagine things.
Still, he allowed Chrollo the respite he needed, the hour which his lover rested was spent mulling over the prior exchange as he watched the scenery go by while the blanket of night partially obscured it.
Perhaps the older man was feeling guilty because of what happened earlier in their trip. It made Kurapika's gut twist for he had already begun to wonder if Chrollo truly believed he was angry with him, or worse, hated him. Of course, the blond was still slightly disgruntled with the fact his lover didn't take into consideration his own reasons for not wishing to engage in sex while on the train, but it didn't force Kurapika to hate the older man. Quite to the contrary, he loved Chrollo regardless of circumstance.
He made his decision long ago to give his heart to his now former enemy, and Kurapika had no reservations regarding his choice.
When the time passed for him to wake Chrollo up, it appeared his lover hadn't slept well as the older man looked no more rested then he was before lying down. Though, it didn't stop Kurapika from showing concern for the one he loved, "Chrollo," he called softly and leaned over to stroke the pads of his fingers over the older man's shoulder, "it's been an hour. Time to wake up."
The sound was distant, almost like an echo that transcended time, the tenor soft and compassionate like a silken thread connecting him to something temporal. Again he heard it calling to him, and the sensation of something warm bloomed across his skin, drawing him closer to its source. Groaning, he attempted to open his eyes, and it was then Chrollo was met with the vision of the most angelic being known to exist.
Vibrant cerulean eyes stared at him from behind golden locks framing a perfect visage as rosy lips were slightly parted, a troubled look painting his expression. After some time, Chrollo was able to bring his eyes to focus, and it was then he was able to see Kurapika.
"I'm awake." He uttered as he continued to try and shake away the mind-numbing tiredness he seemed to be experiencing. It felt as if he hadn't slept at all and there was still a bit of weariness in his bones. Aside from that, nothing else seemed to be wrong.
At least I can stop panicking about being drugged, Chrollo thought although he was still groggy. Sleeping on a train was difficult for him.
Chrollo sat up on the small bed and let the blanket covering him fall down to his waist. He yawned before stretching, then let his attention fall on the blond who stood beside him.
Now that his panic had subsided somewhat, guilt took its place. He had not even apologized to the Kurta. But what should he even begin with? For not letting him rest? Or not being straightforward with him? Maybe for being a terrible boyfriend?
"Hey," Chrollo said his voice soft. He was surprised that Kurapika even heard him over the rumbling noise of the wheels. "Do you want to sleep now?"
Tell him you are sorry, his mind chastised him as he silently got up to prepare the bed for his lover. Chrollo stayed quiet until he had finished fussing with the sheets for the hundredth time. After that, he only felt shameful to say 'I am sorry' so late.
Kurapika must hate him now.
The younger man sat there for some time watching Chrollo. Judging from his lover's actions, down to his strange behavior and the fact he was sure the older man was hiding something, Kurapika couldn't shake the feeling something was wrong.
In fact, he was positive something was wrong.
Even then, Chrollo appeared to disregard his concern. It frustrated him.
There was no denying that he felt weary. Kurapika knew he was a bit worn down from their earlier excursion, but he decided he would sleep once they reached Falton. For now, the Kurta surmised, there was the matter of attending to Chrollo's concerns.
"That really isn't necessary," Kurapika began as he watched his lover fussing with the small bed, the man's fingers continuously messing with the sheets, "I will rest once we reach Falton. I am fine for now."
Raising from his seat, Kurapika closed the gap between he and Chrollo, hands coming to rest on the older man's shoulders as he gently guided his lover to sit, then systematically climbed onto his lap and straddled him. Without another word, the blond slid his arms around Chrollo's shoulders, nose coming to nestle against the soft skin of his neck.
Kurapika closed his eyes.
"Also, will you stop worrying?" He stated, ready to ease the older man's fears.
It astonished Chrollo with just how resilient the younger man was, but that didn't stop him from being slightly disgruntled by the fact that he was neglecting to rest. There was even the matter that he wasn't at full capacity himself and it bothered Chrollo nonetheless. If it continued, he wouldn't be able to protect Kurapika, and that bothered him.
"You need rest, Kurapika." He didn't like the fact he left the younger man to his own devices too much, for it seemed his lover was becoming too reliant on them. Kurapika deserved proper sleep, especially after what happened with those feral beasts.
However, he couldn't say that he was not pleasantly surprised when he felt the warmth of the blond's palms guiding him to sit, and instead of keeping his distance, Kurapika straddled him.
He liked it.
Chrollo immediately snaked his arms around the Kurta's waist to hold him steady. Sitting like this brought his forehead close to the blond's collar bone. It made it easier for him to reach and nuzzle that soft neck, but he resisted. Kurapika had buried his nose against his own neck which brought a small smile to his face.
Hearing his lover's question made Chrollo equally perplexed and happy at the same time. He hadn't meant to worry Kurapika. However, he could not deny that he was worried. There was definitely something dodgy about the whole ride.
And everything about what you did.
There was no point in ignoring that, either.
"I am sorry," he repeated and kissed Kurapika's forehead, those soft strands still fluffy even after months of travel. Chrollo stroked through the younger man's hair and said nothing more. He hoped the Kurta would understand.
He pulled lightly at his lover's chin, a silent plea to look at him. Chrollo said, "I won't do it again hun." and reassuringly kissed the blond on the corner of his lips.
Kurapika did not respond immediately to the statement Chrollo had made. Instead, he only allowed himself to enjoy the moment, his face buried against his lover's soft neck as he contemplated the events that transpired since the beginning of their trip.
He wanted nothing other than to sit on his lover's lap. The warmth of their combined body heat relaxing him, and the safety of those arms as Chrollo wrapped them around his back had driven away any desire or incentive to leave. Regardless that he felt only a little tired, the notion of lying down to sleep didn't outweigh the need he had to stay within the older man's arms.
The desire to remain there was strong enough to keep Kurapika firmly seated where he was.
"I will be fine." The Kurta commented, his arms tightening around Chrollo's shoulders. "Right now, I am comfortable where I am."
If he found the need to sleep, Kurapika supposed, he would be willing to do so where he was.
Still, he was able to sense apprehension in Chrollo. There was a disturbance in the older man's aura, and Kurapika could feel it. The notion bothered him, and it was hard to contain the upset it caused him. It was strange, even for someone who was from a place that was just as harsh as the wilds he was used to.
The feeling of strong fingers carding through his hair brought Kurapika from his thoughts, and when his eyes locked with Chrollo's, all he could see was regret within them. What he heard, however, only tugged painfully at his heart.
Maybe his lover had taken the initiative to apologize, but it didn't eliminate the fact of how passive and remorseful Chrollo sounded. Kurapika remembered the way the older man behaved back when he confessed to harboring regret for what his actions had done to his clan and the pain such a terrible decision had caused. But Kurapika also remembered what his mother said to him what seemed so long ago. To go through it again only made the Kurta feel dismayed.
Then something else crossed his mind, and Kurapika became readily troubled.
"Did he actually think I would leave him?"
Was it possible that Chrollo believed he would reject him because of what happened?
"It could be due to worry or even fear that you may have taken resentment because of it." A voice echoed in reply and Kurapika could no longer hold back.
"I don't ever plan to leave you," Kurapika exclaimed, the sensation of Chrollo's worry still heavy in the air, "and I don't resent you, either."
If anything, his statement would at least ease the tension that his lover felt. He pressed more firmly against the older man's body for emphasis before letting his head come to rest on that strong shoulder.
"I love you." He whispered against Chrollo's neck.
They just needed to reach Falton. After everything they had endured, there was no doubt they were exhausted and mentally drained. Kurapika's nerves were shot, and he was sure the same was true for Chrollo.
For now, all they could do was remain strong. Once it was all over, well then, he and Chrollo would have all the time in the world to themselves.
A smile crawled over Chrollo's lips at his lover's response. He didn't want Kurapika to move either and was completely comfortable with the Kurta's weight on him. The younger man appeared happy, and that mattered the world to him. Although he had to raise an eyebrow.
"Leave? I'm not letting you leave that easily," Chrollo promised. It would have sounded like a sinister threat if it weren't for the laugh that crept into his voice. "There is so much for us to do, babel! We have to get a house, experiment with new things in bed, steal a lot together! You can't sit out all the fun!"
The older man knew he sounded smug and figured that he may have gotten a bit overzealous, but he couldn't help but add a little humor to try and lighten the mood.
Hearing Kurapika's confession only made him sober up immediately. Knowing the blond still loved him brought joy to his heart. He kissed the younger man's cheek again, but this time, Chrollo nibbled the skin there gently to affirm how he felt.
"I love you too," he said and then kissed the blond mop of hair on Kurapika's forehead. He decided they could stay like this at least for a while. Even if there were potentially a threat lurking on the train, it wouldn't be able to creep up on them with both their En on full alert.
Silence had descended between them briefly, and Kurapika took the time to breathe in Chrollo's familiar scent, the aroma of spice filling his nostrils. Tighter his arms wound around the older man as the warmth of Chrollo's body permeated the fabric of his clothes, and it felt nice. Of course, Kurapika wasn't complaining. Not in the slightest. Being close to his lover in such a way was comforting.
For a moment, Kurapika nearly allowed himself to forget as his mind deviated from their earlier escapades to partake in the closeness they were sharing. The sound of Chrollo's breathing started to lull him as Kurapika remained nestled with his nose buried into the junction of his lover's neck and shoulder as Chrollo kept those protective arms around him.
It made the Kurta feel safe and secure, even if they were always in danger, just the comfort Chrollo's embrace offered was enough to keep Kurapika from desiring to move.
However, the amusement in his lover's voice brought Kurapika from his temporary stupor as the words that were spoken captivated his attention, "Who said I was planning on going anywhere?" He began, though mirth crept beneath the tone of his voice. "But, do I really have a choice in the matter?" He finally added, though maybe a little too sharply, but Kurapika followed up his response with a few kisses planted to the expanse of Chrollo's bare neck, the skin soft beneath his lips. "Not like you're going to allow me to sit out any of this fun you have planned."
Most of his lover's statements didn't seem too far fetched, but he felt his eye twitch at the mention of stealing. Even though Kurapika was still finding it difficult in adapting to the lifestyle Chrollo and his Spider's led, the need to become customary in their ways was something that he was slowly warming up to. Although Chrollo seemed pleased and even eager for him to partake in the different forms of crimes, down to thievery, Kurapika struggled with letting go of what remaining convictions he had. Old habits die hard, the blond knew. But it was something that was essential and came with the decisions he made.
It was a necessary evil - Kurapika wanted to be with Chrollo. He had long since made his choices.
As idealistic Chrollo was being, it made Kurapika question, but, he wasn't opposed to all of it, especially the notion of living with the older man. The thought of actually having some semblance of normalcy in their lives or what could be considered normal was something Kurapika desired to experience. Even the aspect of trying new things intimately with Chrollo sounded appealing. At one time he would have balked the notion, but the Kurta had since realized he was addicted to the older man.
What captured his attention the most was the three words Chrollo uttered that it seemed they never spoke enough of, and it made him smile.
"At least he understands that I do love him and regardless of circumstance." The voice crossed his mind. Many times he wanted to punch Chrollo for being impenitent or just plain stupid, but ensuring the older man knew how deep his love ran was always at the forefront of the blond's mind.
"I can't help it, love. I don't think I have been so happy about sharing my life with someone else." Chrollo grinned, his chest rumbling with the sound. Kurapika really was too cute. He continued peppering the Kurta's skin with soft kisses without replying for a bit. He went up from the younger man's neck to his ear and again to his cheek. The raven-head stopped when he reached the corner of the blond's mouth and looked into his eyes. "You always have a choice, my angel," he finally spoke in a quiet voice. "I won't force you if you don't like something."
He found himself gripping the blond's back a little more tightly, then continued, "The scarlet eyes are a different matter. Hopefully, we have the rest of our lives ahead of us to think about this. So Kurapika, know that I won't force it on you, but I'm sure you would look good with a tattoo," saying which, he found himself caressing the inside of the Kurta's soft thigh.
For a moment, shock laced Kurapika's features, but then immediately softened. It was something completely unexpected, but it didn't stop the pleased smile that accented his plush lips.
Perhaps it was something his lover intended, but Kurapika couldn't remember a time where Chrollo tried to force him to do anything, especially when the older man offered him what seemed so long ago to join the Genei Ryodan. That was a decision Kurapika made for himself, and even then, Chrollo only spoke of what was expected of him if he wished to proceed. In the end, the final result was left to him alone. Chrollo never pushed him or forced him into it.
It was another reason he loved Chrollo and why he had no reservations in retaining his choice.
He didn't plan to turn back now.
"You're right," Kurapika began, voice softer then it was before, "I don't blame you, because, in truth, I feel the same way." For a moment he allowed his eyes to slip closed when he felt Chrollo trail kisses along his pale skin, the sensation causing a shiver to race up his spine and a gasp to exit past his lips. "I want to know what it's like to be able to share my life with you." Pausing, Kurapika allowed what he said to sink in slowly, his mind focused solely on the man cradling him, "But I know you won't." Kurapika reopened his eyes as lurid blues locked with dark greys, "Not once have you tried. I have long since placed my trust in you as you have proven yourself time and again. But, I have no reason to stop, even if I am still learning to accept and adapt." Briefly, the Kurta breathed, air filling his lungs. He sighed quietly when those strong arms tightened around him, their bodies nearly pressing perfectly together, "We may have the rest of our lives to figure things out, to learn and to forgive, but I have no regrets, Chrollo and I do not plan to go back now. I have made my choice to not only be with you but also to join the Spiders. You have nothing to worry about as you have my word." Once again he inclined forward, nose returning to the juncture between Chrollo's shoulder and neck, the warmth of his lover's body relaxing him further, "You are all I want and will ever need my love." He whispered, reluctantly ceding to the older man's request.
Instantly, Chrollo found himself pleased by Kurapika's statement. Of course, he always kept to his word and never planned to force the younger man into anything he did not choose to do. Hearing those affirmations only made the raven-head feel more confident. Kurapika was coming along nicely, but doing so of his own volition. It showed just how connected they really were.
Chrollo was silently grateful to have Kurapika in his life. At one time his only thought was to bring about the Kurta's death. Now, he wanted to keep the younger man firmly tied to him, the aspect of having Kurapika's heart was the greatest accomplishment he ever had.
Gently, his thumb swept over those pretty pink lips and the smile that graced them only affirmed how he felt. The look in those beautiful cerulean eyes spoke of contentment and placidity. He could no longer see traces of enmity beneath them. All he saw was love and devotion wavering beneath their depths.
"You have no need to explain yourself." The older man began, his arm around Kurapika tightened, "I will always respect whatever choices you make. But I am glad you don't ever intend to leave, and I do understand you made your decision to join us. Just know that I won't try and force you should you change your mind."
Lowering his other hand to rest on Kurapika's back, he drew the younger man flush against him. Chrollo could feel the beating of his lover's heart. The sensation was soothing, and there was no denying he wished moments like this would never end, "So, do you want to rest like this?" He asked softly and closed his eyes.
Kurapika's expression softened even further and allowed himself to partake in the sensation of being close to his lover, the older man's presence alone keeping him in a nearly pacified state. Chrollo's confession further solidified the reason why he housed no regrets. In the beginning, the young Kurta had been skeptical of him and challenged his trust. Now, Kurapika couldn't have been more wrong.
Chrollo turned out to be worth so much more.
He also didn't blame his lover for being concerned, especially when it came to their own safety. They were wanted men after all and by a multitude of factions. Letting their guard down at any time could mean certain death. Even Kurapika understood that much.
With a sigh, Kurapika pressed a little more firmly against Chrollo while the older man's thumb swept across his lips. The gesture made Kurapika practically melt, and he kissed the pad of it tenderly, "There is no need to worry, and you don't have to question it. I have no reason to change my mind, nor do I want to be without you in my life." Inclining forward, Kurapika allowed his lips to rest close to Chrollo's ear, the thought of sleeping while in those strong arms again sounded rather enticing, "Do you even need to ask?" He purred and nuzzled against that neck once more for added emphasis.
It was pleasing to hear such a confirmation, the reassurance only making Chrollo feel even more confident. He had always suspected that Kurapika never intended to change his mind or abandon him, but to hear the Kurta say it was comforting.
As his lover pressed more against him, Chrollo tightened his arms around that lithe body, ensuring they stayed firmly together, "I believe you." He spoke quietly and nuzzled against Kurapika's neck gingerly, "There is no need to doubt your decision." Leaning back, he looked into the blond's eyes, their vibrant color drawing him into their alluring depths, "Now love, you have stayed awake for quite some time. Sleep." He commanded. Kurapika probably couldn't sleep because he was tense. Chrollo closed his eyes again.
It didn't take long for sleep to claim him that time.
Even Kurapika had to admit that remaining awake was futile. It was evident they both needed rest, and he allowed himself to relax, his head nestled comfortably on Chrollo's shoulder. When he felt the older man's breathing even out, a clear indication he had fallen asleep, Kurapika too allowed himself to fall to the grips of slumber while wrapped up within the sanctity of his lover's arms.
The constant momentum of the train inadvertently jarred him awake, and Chrollo groaned when he opened his eyes. His neck ached from the awkward position he ended up in which he attempted to get relief from by rolling it.
After a few minutes, he looked down at Kurapika who remained fast asleep. The blond's legs were still wrapped around him, and Chrollo carefully removed both of them until they were resting on the seat beside him.
Once he was free, he slid both arms beneath Kurapika and gracefully lifted his lover up before carrying him over to the pullout bed and set him down. Once he laid the younger man's head upon the pillow he used hours before, Chrollo reached over to push back the curtains on the window.
Because the windows were tinted, he had a hard time depicting the time of day, but he could clearly tell it was past early morning.
The cabin was still warm, so there was no necessity for his coat. Besides, Kurapika looked snug while wrapped up in it which made Chrollo smile.
He looked down to check his watch and felt his eyeballs nearly bulge from inside their sockets. They had slept past ten in the morning. It was of no wonder why he woke up with such a kink in his neck. Sleeping that way for too long was obviously the reason. He wasn't as young as he used to be, yet Kurapika was the one who sported dark circles. With a sigh, Chrollo interlaced his fingers with his lover's and kissed the back of that slender hand.
Gauging the amount of time they had spent on the train, Chrollo estimated they had roughly nine hours before reaching Falton. Since they were in an empty compartment, getting off the train would be easy. It was pleasing to know there would be no need to fight a crowd since he and Kurapika were technically in a hurry, but just not having to deal with a multitude of people made things simple to contend with.
Considering the time of day, Chrollo had wondered if he should track down an attendant to inquire about lunch but settled on waiting another hour. Both he and Kurapika needed something to eat, but delaying a bit longer before going to fetch something didn't seem detrimental.
Instead, he settled on reading for the time being. The Genei Ryodan's leader had to ignore the fact that he felt a little grubby from the constant travel over the last few days. Since there would be no access to a shower until reaching Falton, he would be without bathing for another day. The reality of it annoyed him.
Chrollo settled down resolutely beside Kurapika. He glanced over towards the younger man who looked to be sleeping peacefully still. Of course, the position he was in made the older man think it may have possibly been uncomfortable for his lover, but at least he was able to ensure that Kurapika wasn't tossed off the bed and onto the carpeted floor by the lurching of the train.
Besides, it was Kurapika who insisted he wanted to wake up beside him, so who was he to deny such a request?
Taking his eyes off the Kurta, he reached over to pick up the book he left out and realized the bookmark he was using had slipped off to who knows where. It took him a few minutes to figure out where he left off, but afterward, he fell into a steady flow of reading. The distraction aided in keeping his mind off the weariness of travel.
He had barely gotten past the first few pages when the train came to a sudden halt. Chrollo was silently grateful he had decided to sit next to Kurapika; otherwise, the momentum would have flung the younger man across the cabin. He instantly rose once he was sure the blond was stable and looked out the window to confirm that indeed, the train came to a stop.
Everything went deathly silent and then suddenly, Chrollo stilled.
There was a powerful Nen presence outside their compartment.
The sensation of being tossed forward jolted Kurapika awake and his head contacted the ceiling of their compartment as he sat up quickly. A sudden wave of pain coursed through him and the blond uttered a string of curses before opening his eyes to realize that he was positioned on the bed.
It took him a few moments for his consciousness to catch up with him; the last thing he remembered was falling asleep while on Chrollo's lap. Now he was on the bunk across the cabin.
Groaning, he clutched his head and tried to steady himself while still rousing from the grips of sleep. Once he was able to get his eyes to focus correctly, did his gaze land on Chrollo who was standing beside him. "How did I get on the bed?" Kurapika questioned slowly. Shifting to the edge of the bunk, the blond proceeded to slide off the side, and stopped abruptly, the sensation of unfamiliar Nen penetrating his field of En. His movements stopped the instant his feet touched the floor.
"Another Nen user is on the train with us?" The thought crossed his mind, every part of him going instantly on high alert. Without hesitation, a soft tinkling echoed amid the stillness of the room as his chains materialized upon his right hand, gaze shifting towards his lover who had also arisen as well, the look upon Chrollo's features was one of curiosity, but also caution. Even he wasn't taking chances.
"It appears we are not alone." He stressed as the presence stopped right outside their cabin, the intensity of it enough to make Kurapika wary. Whoever it was, he doubted they were there for the sole reason to chat. The sensation he got was one of purpose and determination.
Gritting his teeth, the younger man prepared for whatever stood on the other side of the door. Whether it was friend or foe was another matter, but he was ready for a fight if it came to that.
"Damn it. Just can't catch a break, can we?"
It was only a matter of time before someone found them. Those beasts they encountered back in Mirie weren't the only ones after them. So far, he and Chrollo had a long list of people who sought their heads. Being associated with an S class criminal only made it much worse. But, Kurapika knew that was expected.
"Well, I did choose this life." He concluded and steeled his determination. Whoever it was, he would stand beside Chrollo; he wasn't about to turn back now.
"We know you're there! Who are you?" Kurapika finally demanded, eyes flashing briefly scarlet.
The sound of Kurapika's voice nearly caused him to flinch as the swiftness of the younger man's reaction surprised Chrollo. One thing he didn't expect was for his lover to be so receptive, but to see the blond rush to his side left him in secret admiration.
It wasn't to say he was pleased about the situation. The fact that someone was blatantly approaching them while making their presence known only sparked his frustration, but he remained calm regardless.
Kurapika poised beside him as the tinkling sound of his chains announced the blond had summoned them, obviously ready to attack. Despite the intensity of the aura pervading their defenses, the feel of it seemed the person meant no harm.
Still, the length of time that passed made the younger man tense as the moments seemed to drag on. He cast his gaze in Chrollo's direction, and the older man appeared calm although his aura exuded caution. It perplexed Kurapika, but his lover didn't look overly worried.
"Not like he was moments ago." Kurapika thought, his eyes shifting forward, chains still mirroring his current demeanor.
In the proceeding moments, a knock came at the door, and instantly he and Chrollo exchanged glances. The notion made Kurapika increasingly flummoxed.
Soundlessly, the older man walked over towards the door separating their cabin from the rest of the train and opened it without a saying a word to his lover.
If he were in a battle against the man standing across the threshold from him, Chrollo would have lost it due to the distraction the man's attire would have caused. Even though the man attempted to make himself look unthreatening, his sense of dress was an entirely separate matter.
"Can I come in?" The man asked. He sounded just as shocked as Chrollo felt, so the Phantom Troupe leader stood back to let him in. The newest passenger's eyes landed on Kurapika, and he frowned. "I didn't know you are traveling with Chrollo Lucifer."
Instantly, Chrollo interjected, the reprimanding tone the other man displayed made him displeased, "Excuse me, but you are?" He questioned.
The exchange made Kurapika's hackles rise, and he became even more defensive. It worried him their strange visitor knew Chrollo although his lover wasn't exactly nameless, the fact the man seemed to know him as well and was surprised he was in Chrollo's company is what placed the blond on high alert.
"I am Mizaistom Nana," the other man said sternly, sounding every bit like an overly strict teacher, "Member of the Zodiacs of the Hunter Association." Kurapika's eyes suddenly went wide.
"Great. Now we have hunters on our asses. If things couldn't get any worse."
"The Hunter's Association, eh?" The younger man questioned once he was able to recompose himself. He lowered his right hand, though his chains remained visible as he kept his guard up. "What do the Zodiacs want with us?" He questioned, eyes turning icy.
It was hard for Chrollo despite the exchange between the strange man and Kurapika, which caused his attention to be diverted between the two. Though, he wasn't able to contain his annoyance when their unwanted visitor mentioned his ties to the Hunter's Association. Chrollo had spent the better part of his adult life evading hunters, and he was slightly insulted one was able to walk in on him so easily.
Truthfully, Kurapika himself was a hunter, but now the blond was his, so that aspect no longer counted.
"May I sit down?" The man questioned, and Chrollo nodded. He slid his arm around Kurapika's waist to reassure the Kurta, and he felt the younger man let himself be pulled close. Slowly, Chrollo moved back to give the odd man a wide berth as he sat down while pulling Kurapika with him.
The tension in the air continued to thicken as both of them watched the hunter with unabated caution and interest, the posture he held only foretold he was used to being in command.
Even then the heaviness around them felt suffocating, and Kurapika had a difficult time not letting his emotions show. Something about the man didn't sit too well with blond, but he continued to retain a firm hold on his composure. Losing it now would only make matters worse and damn it if he and Chrollo hadn't been through enough already.
He expelled a breath as he willed his churning insides to calm, the acid in his stomach making him slightly nauseous. However, the moment Chrollo's arm tightened around him in reaction to his tension, the Kurta leaned into the touch and allowed himself to relax somewhat. Kurapika placed a slender hand on his lover's knee.
Mizaistom let his eyes land on the two before him, and the fact that Chrollo Lucifer was protectively holding Kurapika was something that did not escape his notice. "I did not expect to meet you so soon Kurapika. Your friends have been looking for you."
Almost instantly, Kurapika felt his hackles rise, the aspect of the man across from him mentioning his friends had undoubtedly piqued his interest. How the hunter knew who he was, much less who his friends were only added to the bewilderment he felt. Before he could question the Zodiac member on it, Chrollo cut him off, "What do you want?" The older man asked, his voice icy.
He didn't particularly like how the man dressed as a cow addressed Kurapika so familiarly.
Mizaistom raised an eyebrow. "I am here for an investigation Mr. Lucifer. I only came because I sensed your En." He supplied. Chrollo wasn't sure what to think of the risk the man had taken. He usually followed the policy of avoiding Nen users. True they weren't exactly keeping their location unknown by using Nen but still, this guy was either foolish or much too foolhardy. Mizaistom seemed to have sensed these thoughts of his. "Although this is strictly confidential, may I ask if you both have been to Mirie recently?"
The question caught Kurapika's attention as his eyes nearly went wide. So, the Hunters Association got involved after all. He knew it was only a matter of time before those creatures drew their attention. He could sense Chrollo stiffen beside him.
It took the blond time to formulate an answer, his eyes shifting towards his lover as if he was seeking assistance with how to proceed, but the older man looked just as stumped as he was. The fact they were tracked down by a member of the Zodiacs meant the Hunters Association had been aware of their activity. Had they been tracking him and Chrollo all this time? Was it possible they had taken a particular interest in him because he was in Chrollo's company?
So many questions, so few answers.
"We both were in Mirie before it was razed to the ground. Chrollo and I barely escaped with our lives if that is what you want to know?" Kurapika finally spoke, voice stoic, his hand tightening on Chrollo's leg. The older man quickly picked up on the tension surrounding the blond and responded by slipping his arm around Kurapika's waist and pulled him close.
Chrollo hoped the closeness would help ease his lover's worries.
"I see." Mizaistom continued, then nodded, "We thank you for leaving behind a few specimens." He added, "It will be most helpful."
Leaning back against the seat he was in, the strange man eyed them with keen interest as an awkward silence descended around the cabin. Kurapika had never felt such anxiety or compulsion to the degree he did, but each passing moment he spent in the situation he was in spoke of exactly that.
Even Chrollo was feeling the weight of uncertainty that was wavering about the room.
"So are they a new category of magical beast?" He wondered, despite how obvious the question sounded. Chrollo was unable to contain the curiosity he had.
Such a curious question caused the Zodiac member to raise his eyebrow at the Genei Ryodan head. The man responded without hesitation, "That is classified." He paused a moment, then added, "It's not my area of specialization. I deal with criminals mostly."
Oh great, as if they didn't have enough to deal with. Chrollo cringed inwardly. First, they were left dealing with a crazed species of beast that seemed hellbent on humanity's destruction, and now it looked like they had a blacklist hunter on their trail. If things couldn't get any worse.
The notion even had Kurapika flustered. Of course, he expected the association to get involved once word of Mirie's demise was made known, but what he had not expected was for he and Chrollo to be pursued as a result. The possibility of their presences still being detected although the city had been completely decimated never crossed his mind.
Kurapika was only able to conclude that perhaps the residuum of their aura may have been left behind within the bodies of the creatures they killed. Or maybe it was even possible the same remnants were lingering in the very stone walls of the ravaged buildings.
There wasn't any certainty of that being the case, but the fact they were sought out based on the traces of their Nen signatures made him suspicious. If Mizaistom really wasn't there solely based on acquiring information about the beasts they encountered, Kurapika couldn't tell.
But it didn't change the fact he was still wary of the Zodiacs member's intent.
Sensing their collective nervousness, the man spoke once again, "I am not here for you Mr. Lucifer. Again, I only came because I sensed your Nen." Mizaistom's gaze landed on Kurapika for a second, and it was at that point they both knew exactly why he was there. The Kurta felt his heart sink into his stomach.
Whatever the reason, Kurapika wasn't about to allow the man to intimidate him. Nothing was stopping him from achieving his goals - he intended to see his kin laid to rest even if they had told him to move on.
Regardless of his choice to be with Chrollo who was directly responsible for what happened to his clan, the older man was trying to make amends by helping him, and Kurapika would be damned if anyone else got in his way.
He wasn't about to let Mizaistom waylay him.
"This is about the Scarlet Eyes, isn't it?" The question came, and Kurapika tightened his grip on Chrollo's leg even more. He could feel his irritation mounting, and his patience was continuing wan. If Mizaistom thought he would back down, the man had another thing coming.
He had come too far and wouldn't stop now.
Mizaistom's lack in response only furthered to solidify Kurapika's suspicions. He was sure the same was for Chrollo as the older man looked unnerved by the smile that seemed to cross the other man's lips along with the look of curiosity in those eyes. The Kurta didn't know whether to be offended or dumbfounded.
"It doesn't matter." Mizaistom finally added and then smiled at both of them. Kurapika wanted to strangle the man. "It really doesn't," he added and then stood, "It was nice to meet you both, but I'm afraid I need to rest. You are going to Falton aren't you?" Neither of them responded and the man dressed as a cow sighed. "Well then, see you in a few hours," and with that, the Zodiac saw himself out. It wasn't until after the door closed that Chrollo released the breath he had been holding.
"Well, that was certainly interesting." Kurapika uttered once they were alone and turned to face Chrollo, "However, we now have more problems to deal with." He furthered, weariness in his tone and he brought up a hand to rub his temples.
This just wasn't their day.
A smile crossed over the older man's lips, his eyes locking with the Kurta's own, "It was indeed interesting," Chrollo responded, voice softening, "He is definitely hiding something." Pausing a moment, he leaned forward to kiss the golden mop of hair on Kurapika's forehead, "For now, would you like to rest a little longer?"
Breathing in slowly, Kurapika stilled as he attempted to recollect himself, "Perhaps we should rest and then formulate how we should handle this. For now, however," he reached up and cupped the older man's cheeks; the stress had become too much, and Kurapika didn't want to think at the moment, "just kiss me." The blond spoke, a pleading look in his eyes.
The straightforwardness to his lover's request only caused his smile to broaden, but Chrollo complied and pulled Kurapika onto his lap. Then, his lips contacted the younger man's softly in a mannerism that was meant to comfort rather than arouse.
Though he found it difficult not to let his tongue slip in to explore that pretty pink mouth and he felt his lover instantly respond as Kurapika's own tongue darted up to meet his. The Kurta felt much too good against him, and a devious thought then crossed his mind. He trailed a hand down slowly along that slender body, the fingertips dusting teasingly along Kurapika's curves and muscles.
All thought evaporated from his mind, and the only things Kurapika was able to focus on was the gentle motion of Chrollo's lips against his own, their tongues twining together and how close their bodies were. No matter how they were positioned, they always seemed to fit perfectly.
Those arms around him were like a cage from reality, protecting him and keeping him safe. It was one thing Kurapika never suspected, but to see such gentleness, compassion, love, and adoration in one such as Chrollo only enthralled him, and at one time, he never would have thought it was possible. Seeing the feared leader of the Genei Ryodan enjoy the simple pleasures in life was nothing short of satisfying.
Kurapika leaned into the touches as Chrollo's hand briefly explored his body, the sensation causing his breath to quicken and his heart to race and he was unable to suppress the moan that escaped his throat soon after.
Satisfied, Chrollo broke from the kiss and began to trail his lips down the side of that delicate neck, and the younger man sighed raspily as a result. Oh, how he wanted to stay with Kurapika at that moment where nothing beyond them existed. He felt so tired of being cautious at times. After a few moments, Chrollo managed to pull away to catch his breath. Smiling gently, he cupped Kurapika's face and said, "Now we rest."
The sensation of fingers against his chin brought Kurapika from his trance, and he allowed those misty blue eyes to land on the visage of his lover, "Alright." He conceded and lowered his head to rest against his lover's shoulder, Chrollo's scent filling his nostrils once again.
They stayed in their position, Chrollo refusing to let go. Neither of them tracked the time or moved until morning blended into mid-afternoon and finally, dusk. Gently, he laid Kurapika back on the seat and rose. "I'm going to talk to the attendant alright?" He said to the blond and pressed a kiss to his forehead. "I'll be right back, okay darling?"
Nodding, Kurapika watched as Chrollo exited their cabin.
While he waited, the Kurta's thoughts began to wander; he knew they were getting close to Yorknew and the rest of the Genei Ryodan. Soon, he would be inducted into their ranks and become a spider himself. That was also another aspect at one time he would have never dreamed of, and even though he was nervous, to finally make it happen was something the blond looked forward to.
It was another step in bringing him and Chrollo closer together.
"Just a little further. The time is upon you. Find where you belong."
"Keep going forward. Never look back. Don't let the past define who you are."
"Seek happiness, Kurapika. Find your path in life. Follow your heart, wherever that leads you."
Kurapika's eyes slipped closed as he felt himself lulling. The soft buzz of those voices had returned after so long of silence as they began speaking to him and for once, they were a comforting presence. The familiarity of them gave Kurapika a reason to listen, especially with how confident and encouraging they were.
There was nothing but the truth behind the words they spoke, and Kurapika realized he had long since followed their guidance. Especially from the moment when his mother came to visit him in what seemed so long ago.
He sighed and let himself lay back - perhaps a few more moments of rest was in order.
The sensation of a firm hand against his shoulder caused him to pull from his tired state, and his eyes landed on Chrollo who was sitting beside him once more. "Are we almost there?" Kurapika questioned.
"Yeah, only about an hour left." The older man responded.
Kurapika turned towards the window and was able to see a city in the distance as the twinkling of lights flashed with brilliance amid the darkness. It wouldn't be long before they would be on an airship bound for Yorknew. "We should probably prepare then." The Kurta finalized quietly.
Chrollo nodded in agreement, "Yes, we should be ready. It won't be much longer now." They were getting closer to the rest of the Genei Ryodan. It was only a matter of time before he would see his comrades again.
Even for the blond, it was something that both excited him and made him apprehensive. Remaining strong and resolved was the only thing he could do now.
They still had a long road ahead of them.
After-Thoughts: As you can see, the plot has allowed for factors that take place beyond GI in canon to appear in RoF's storyline, but by no means will the events that transpire in canon after that point will occur as a whole. Certain elements may appear, but RoF remains canon divergence where its story splits off after GI and no longer follows canon.
Expect to see more factors such as you saw here in later parts of the fic, however, their effects on the story will be much, much different than seen in canon.