A/N: Hello dear readers, I managed to release the next installment before the month was out after a slow writing process the last few weeks, but here it is. Once again I've been battling with a lot of ongoing health issues, so my writing time has suffered due to it, which has caused a greater length in time to get chapters released. Unfortunately, this is something that may be a continued hindrance until I manage to get most of my issues under control, but hopefully, it won't cause any major interference.
However, since my last release two and a half weeks ago, I haven't been able to make a significant gap between RoF's chapters and the role play fueling it. Due to time constraints and busy life schedules, my roleplay partner and I just weren't able to draw it far enough along without being able to avoid any delays. That said, I, unfortunately, will have to take a small hiatus while the source is pushed further along. The projected delay is one month, but depending on how far we get depends on how long the delay is. Truthfully, I am not looking forward to a hiatus, and it's something I never projected happening, but sadly, it's become unavoidable.
In the meantime, I may utilize the downtime to revamp some of RoF's earlier chapters, while also considering releasing a smaller AU I have been planning for some time now. But don't worry, if all goes well, RoF will be progressing forward without making everyone wait too long. :
And as always, a huge thank you to Sweets Dreamer for her excellent beta work. I honestly don't know where I'd be without her. 💖💖💖
Summary: After arriving in Falton, both Chrollo and Kurapika make preparations for their final destination towards Yorknew. As they begin to journey closer, the tension surrounding them continues to mount while they both ready for their impending meeting with the rest of the Genei Ryodan. Kurapika realizes he is another step closer to making one of the most significant changes to his life while deepening his bond further with Chrollo.
After about another hour, their train was pulling into the station at Falton, a coverlet of darkness long had since descended over the city as the flashing lights bathed the area in a neon glow. When compared to other cities like Yorknew, Falton wasn't as grandiose, but it was plain to see the metropolis ran as efficiently as any other city.
It was also warmer than the last few places they had visited, and Kurapika felt himself sweating a little bit. At least it wasn't cold like Nappon was.
He and Chrollo had visited many urban areas, most just as impressive, but there was something about Falton that made the place seem to have its own unique allure. As they exited the train, Kurapika couldn't help that he was awestruck by what he saw. Although they had only stepped onto the train platform, the view he had from his current position allowed him to get a glimpse of what the city actually held.
Shame they wouldn't be staying long to see the local highlights, but he understood the reasoning. It was imperative that he and Chrollo reached Yorknew expeditiously. Of course, they would be meeting up with the rest of the Ryodan at that point, but he also had another objective.
The thought of his friends crossed his mind again. It had been quite some time since he had last seen them, much less spoke to any of them - especially Leorio - and he was sure they were worried. Last he knew, Gon and Killua had ventured into Greed Island, a game made by Gon's father, yet, it had been roughly five months since they had entered the game and it was quite possible they had since returned.
Still, he wasn't looking forward to facing them, especially due to his absence, but they were still unaware of his relationship with Chrollo. Revealing that, he knew, would be the hardest.
Pushing the notion aside, Kurapika looked up as they had stopped outside a small canteen. His lover had returned a few minutes later with a map in hand. As the older man looked it over, a smile crept over Kurapika's rosy lips - they would make it, and they would survive.
There was no way either of them would stop now.
A few minutes later, Chrollo looked away from the map he held, and Kurapika let his eyes fall on his lover, "The airport isn't very far from here." He exclaimed and briefly turned towards a section of the parking lot where a slew of cabs was waiting to pick up potential passengers. "We should go." Chrollo furthered.
The blond nodded and went to stand beside him, though he was grateful they were alone as not long after they exited the train, their unwanted companion who dressed as a cow had departed in a car sent from the Hunter's Association. Kurapika expelled a sigh.
It still perturbed him that the association had sent hunters to find him, but hopefully, it wouldn't be a factor they would have to concern themselves with once they reached Yorknew.
Scanning over the abundance of cars sitting packed within the moderate area made choosing difficult, but Chrollo managed to track down a decent cab without an astronomical quote for a price. Sliding into the seat beside his lover, Kurapika felt himself stiffen. It would only be a short time before he made one of the most significant changes to his life.
The drive to the airport was done in relative silence, but after an hour, Kurapika found himself sitting outside a rather large, intricate building while he waited for Chrollo. A crowd of people milled about, most carrying luggage or throw bags as they were either arriving or departing passengers. He watched as the mass continued to move without hindrance while an electronic voice announced which flights were inbound and outbound. The amount of time the Kurta sat there felt almost infinite, though a short time later the older man returned.
"We should find a hotel," he stated, and Kurapika looked up, those blue eyes focusing intently on his own "There isn't a blimp due to leave for Yorknew until noon tomorrow. We can at least get some laundry done. What do you think?" Smiling, Chrollo proffered his arm like a gentleman.
Kurapika stood up at Chrollo's suggestion. "I suppose we have no other option." He intoned, eyes landing on the older man's arm. A slight downturn came to his lips as the gesture - although it was courteous - the act made him think it was something normally done for females. He wasn't concerned with people realizing they were a gay couple walking through the streets, but the simple fact that he would be seen as a woman. Kurapika groaned. He wasn't sure if his lover was teasing him or not, but he wound his arms around Chrollo's anyway. "Sounds like a good idea. I am not going to argue with you on that."
Smiling even more, he was rather pleased when the younger man took his arm, and Chrollo couldn't help but feel a sense of pride at Kurapika's unrestricted actions. Despite the fact he was aware of the blond's constant scrutiny of public affection, it was nice to know his lover allowed some leeway. Even if how far the Kurta would go was limited.
For a while, they traveled in silence, though Kurapika kept his eyes forward in a pitiful attempt to conceal the blush that had been creeping up along his neck towards his cheeks. A few times he caught Chrollo stealing glances at him and thought the older man would notice his embarrassment, but Kurapika wasn't about to deny he enjoyed the way his arms were linked with Chrollo's.
On the surface, the Kurta maintained a stoic, obstinate appearance, but underneath it all, he was losing himself within the grips of his lover. Perhaps Kurapika failed to utter the words or make it physically known, but when it boiled down to it, Chrollo meant the world to him. Every moment they spent together was something Kurapika cherished intently.
Granted, he was still nervous and apprehensive about his future induction into the Genei Ryodan as gaining their trust and respect would be a long road traveled, but he held no reservations about his decisions. Almost unconsciously, his left hand brushed over the area where he decided to have the spider tattooed on his skin when the time came.
He was prepared to go to the ends of the earth for Chrollo.
Eventually, they entered a fairly decent establishment that Chrollo had chosen which thankfully, was relatively close to the airport.
Inside the place was cool, which was a big difference from the heat outside, and was fashioned with expensive decor, - something else Kurapika wasn't surprised about - but he was grateful when Chrollo returned immediately with their room keys without deciding to chat up the receptionist. He was able to tell the person was a young woman who smiled too much and Kurapika was in a good enough mood he didn't need it ruined by the older man's unnecessary teasing. Besides, he loathed it when Chrollo flirted with others.
The walk from the lobby to their room was uneventful, especially while they were crammed in an elevator with other people. Luckily, it began to empty the closer it got to their floor, and the moment the doors opened to admit their exit, a devious thought crossed through Chrollo's mind.
Without any warning, he scooped Kurapika up like a groom would a bride and frowned when he realized how light the younger man felt in his arms. It was apparent Kurapika wasn't eating right, and he settled on overseeing his lover's meals once they got a home to call their own. The notion brought a smile to his face, but it bled into a grin once he noticed the blond's expression.
Instantly, his lips crushed against Kurapika's as he began to carry his lover down the corridor to where their room was located, the younger man quickly responding without hesitation. Kurapika hooked his arms around Chrollo's neck as he readily allowed his lover's tongue to slip inside and soon, the two appendages were battling for dominance.
Heat began to flare between them, and Chrollo didn't waste the opportunity to partake in Kurapika's unique, but familiar taste. It was difficult to unlock the door while he focused attentively on the Kurta who seemed to kiss back with equal, but relentless fervor. After several attempts, Chrollo finally got the keycard into the slot and pushed the door open with his foot.
Seamlessly, he swept into the large room and went directly towards the single, large bed. He set Kurapika down upon the soft sheets and broke from the kiss to bend down to remove the younger man's shoes. He placed them aside and leaned over to kiss his lover's knee while his fingers crept up towards the hem of Kurapika's shorts. Chrollo took his time divesting the Kurta of the article, but was no less than pleased when he did, for Kurapika released a breathy moan, which brought a grin to the older man's face.
Rising, Chrollo looked over Kurapika with adoration, and the way he laid there caused the Genei Ryodan head to be reminded of just how luscious his partner really was. He never seemed to grow tired of what they did to each other.
"Should I remove the shirt too, babe?" Chrollo questioned, grinning impishly. "We can get everything washed today."
It took him a moment to come back from his slight trance as Kurapika had begun to feel the rapid beating of his heart, the sensation of Chrollo's fingers on his skin left him trembling. In the back of his mind there was a nagging sense of annoyance for the older man leaving him half naked save for the shirt he wore, yet, he couldn't help the more playful, mischievous smirk that spread over his lips.
Kurapika's eyes found Chrollo's.
"You already started. Why not finish?" He purred as he watched Chrollo closely. Gently, he pressed his hips against his lover's probing hand, offering the older man incentive, "We need to wash everything as you said, right?" Kurapika questioned in a rather sultry tone.
The very sight should have instantly caused him to forget where his limits were and completely cave to his more primal instincts, but Chrollo resisted or tried to. Kurapika's hips pushing up against his hand caught his attention, and he swallowed sharply, the sound quiet audible. The Kurta's skin was so warm, and it was hard not to let his mind wander as he allowed his fingers to explore. He even barely registered Kurapika's question.
"Y-yes." Chrollo breathed out, the last syllable ending in a hiss. He spared a glance at his lover before deciding to kiss a path along the soft skin of Kurapika's thigh, the scent of his lover making him feel intoxicated. Chrollo didn't want to stop and wished to conclude their unfinished business from the train, his tongue lapping over a spot where he had previously left a bite mark. Kurapika shivered as a result, which made it even harder on him, yet, Chrollo paused long enough to finish his statement, "We need to." He concluded before resuming his ministrations.
Time seemed to move in slow motion, and every second he spent wrapped in the velvety feeling those lips were bestowing upon him as they began trailing up the expanse of his thigh left Kurapika amid the effects of euphoria, his mind dimming as a result. Every nerve, his skin, all of it twitched, and the blond was vaguely aware of the world surrounding him. Even those deft fingers as they explored his body, the way the tips caressed every surface and plane there was caused Kurapika to become mesmerized and utterly taken away. Just the way Chrollo touched him - as the older man always seemed to know how - left Kurapika wound within his lover's tantalizing web.
The Kurta released a breathy moan the closer those lips came to his groin, that lovely tongue he adored so much lapping over the marks the older man had left previously on his skin. It was still a sensation unlike any other, and Kurapika knew there was just no way he could ever get enough.
Then again, it was something he secretly never wanted to get used to.
He was like a moth, easily drawn to Chrollo's flame and the blond wanted nothing more than to be taken away by him. If he was to be captured and devoured by Chrollo, then so be it. There was no other feeling in the world, no other addiction so great and nothing else that remotely paralleled the man who was now above him.
Chrollo may be a demon, but he was an attractive, bewitching demon who had the most beautiful face Kurapika had ever seen. The older man's voice, those beguiling eyes, and hands that were tainted by blood but were gentle when they canvassed his body left Kurapika caught amid a storm he could not break free of.
Not that he ever wanted to, but each moment he was in his lover's presence, every day they spent together, each time they touched was something Kurapika never regretted.
"Damn it." He breathed while struggling to contain his growing libido, the ardor that swelled through him only caused his desire to increase. "You love working me up, don't you?" Sometimes the Kurta wondered if Chrollo enjoyed getting him hot and bothered.
Such a conjecture was confirmed when Chrollo pulled away to grin. Blue eyes found grey ones, and the younger man frowned. He shivered when the cold air hit his bare skin again, and for a moment Kurapika felt torn. Still, he understood they had important things which needed to be done. When it was all over, then he and Chrollo would have all the time in the world for each other.
Chrollo hummed. "I'm not going to deny you look exquisite and delectable when you crave me," he began, a finger trailing a pattern down along his lover's thigh, "and I would love to take you right here and now, but unfortunately there is laundry needing to be done." He paused, and the older man rose, though he remained poised between Kurapika's legs, "Raise your arms for me, love so I can get your shirt off." It was hard keeping the sultry tone from his voice.
Stopping was a challenge, especially while Kurapika laid there panting and vulnerable, but retaining self-control was necessary, especially after the incident that occurred on the train. Understanding where his boundaries were Chrollo realized was important.
Now that Kurapika really was his, sometimes the Genei Ryodan leader forgot to hold back when necessary. He loved the Kurta and jeopardizing that was the last thing he wanted. Besides, there still was much to be done.
That smile never faded when the younger man raised his arms so Chrollo could remove the last thing he wore. It made him happy that Kurapika trusted him fully.
Once the shirt was removed, Chrollo took a minute to revel at just how beautiful the younger man really was.
It was something that Kurapika readily took notice of, and each time the older man's gaze swept over his nude form, the breath hitched in his throat. Chrollo openly admired him, even while he laid there fully exposed. The Kurta swallowed thickly, once again feeling like prey caught within the sights of a predator.
Indeed, Chrollo was greedy, even as his lover adamantly drank him in.
Silence descended between them, and Kurapika neglected to move. The way those eyes watched him brought about not only desire but hesitation as well. He was able to hear his breathing amid the stillness of the room, but then Chrollo turned away without a word and the next thing Kurapika knew something soft collided with his face.
"You can wear that for now, babe." Winking, Chrollo grabbed the shirt that was discarded only moments before and dropped it with the rest of the clothes before gathering up the large pile. Glancing over his shoulder, he looked towards his lover once more, "I'll be back soon," then stepped out the door.
Once it closed behind Chrollo, Kurapika slid off the bed and pulled the dark green shirt over his head. The hem of it just reached his knees, which covered him enough although his lower half remained unadorned. It was soft and had traces of Chrollo's scent which was comforting, and Kurapika sighed contentedly. He strode over to where his luggage was situated and fished for the old tome.
After he settled down on the single, plush chair in the room, Kurapika opened the huge, leather-bound book.
For hours he spent studying it, the content within those worn pages always keeping him interested. Kurapika remembered reading over several passages about magic users called Aes Sedai and Asha'man and the way they had to channel their powers from a viable source to use them.
There were even depictions of a place that was said to be accessible through dreaming where anything was possible. Only those who knew how to reach the Mirror World or Tel'aran'rhiod were able to tread upon its unique plane. Dreamwalkers they were called.
The more he read on it, the deeper he delved into the story of an ancient society filled with magnificent cities, people and nightmares.
However, what captured his attention the most was the mention in several passages of a silver collar connected by a chain to a bracelet that was used to control those who were able to channel. Each time he crossed over the mention of it, the more intrigued he became. It didn't take Kurapika long to remember coming across something similar when he and Chrollo infiltrated Consta's ball some time back while retrieving a pair of Scarlet Eyes.
The coincidence of it made it harder to deny the possibility of a society like that once existing.
Many times Kurapika had wondered if Chrollo had known about it all along and that ended up being what prompted him to seek out the book. His lover was aware of its rarity, but to have gotten a copy, like the one now in his hands still amazed Kurapika.
The sound of the door opening drew his attention from the book resting on his lap and Kurapika looked up to just as Chrollo entered the room. "I'm back honey!" The older man announced and sat the clean clothes down on the loveseat beside him. Chrollo stretched before allowing his expression to turn wistful as he looked between the laundry then towards Kurapika. The leader of the Genei Ryodan wanted nothing more than to curl up beside his lover, but the lifted eyebrow the Kurta gave him abolished any chance of that happening.
So, he complied reluctantly and began folding the clothes. Of course, it wasn't a chore that he was particularly interested in completing, but he knew Kurapika would give him hell about it otherwise. It didn't take him long, which the older man was grateful for and after he finished, Chrollo slipped beside the Kurta before pulling the younger man onto his lap.
"What do you want for dinner?" He asked then kissed Kurapika's neck before trailing up to capture his earlobe. Chrollo gave the area a light tug then reached around his lover's slender body to pick up the room service menu from the table behind him. "How about something sweet?"
Kurapika gasped at the sudden change in position as Chrollo pulled him closer and Kurapika was prepared to retort when the feel of the older man's lips against his skin silenced his voice. He trembled as they trailed up along the expanse of his neck before reaching his earlobe, the sensation causing a groan to slip from his throat.
He leaned into the touch, the feel of Chrollo's warmth abating any prior reluctance he had and Kurapika let his eyes land fixedly on the older man, "I hadn't thought on it," he began, tone wispy, "but the more I think about it, dinner sounds good." Wrapping his arms around his lover's shoulders, the young Kurta tilted his head when Chrollo pulled back to scan over the menu he picked up, the mention of sweets slightly amusing him. "Nothing sweet, though. You know I am not a fan if it." To emphasize the point, Kurapika tightened his legs around Chrollo's thighs.
The reaction made Chrollo smile, which irritated Kurapika, but the older man called in the orders without a hitch although he felt the need to ensure his lover didn't try anything funny.
However, the moment he finished, Chrollo wasted no time divesting his shirt before those strong hands continued to roam over his slender body. Kurapika couldn't help how good the touches made him feel although several times those fingers trekked down over his bare thighs. He was grateful that his lover made no motion to remove the shirt he still wore. Then again, he was sure Chrollo had no desire to let anyone catch a glimpse of him naked.
Not like he would have allowed that to happen anyway. The very thought made him appalled.
A short time later, their meals were delivered, and Chrollo rose off the loveseat at the sound of a knock on the door. Kurapika's eyes followed him as he went to retrieve the cart that contained two silver trays and pulled it inside after thanking the hotel staff for delivering it. He slid beside the younger man after placing them on the table, then proceeded to inspect the food.
Satisfied, Chrollo picked up a spoon and dipped it into a bowl of soup before bringing it to Kurapika's lips. "Say ahhh," he grinned and poked it against the blond's skin.
Blue eyes widened the moment Kurapika felt the cold metal against his lips and Chrollo's sudden insistence to feed him only sparked his ire. He turned to glare at the older man, "What are you doing?" He snapped when Chrollo told him to open his mouth, the sensation of being treated like some unruly child caused patches of crimson to rise along his neck towards his cheeks, "I can feed myself, thank you." Kurapika glowered and turned his head, though he watched Chrollo from the corner of his eye.
Whatever was going through his lover's mind at the time, it was ridiculous. The idea! The nerve! Did Chrollo think he was incapable of feeding himself? The notion only irritated Kurapika.
The grin on Chrollo's lips only widened at Kurapika's reaction, the annoyance his lover displayed was something he expected. "I know," he replied in a smooth tone "I just like seeing you open up for me." He paused a moment when Kurapika's expression only darkened and this time, he feigned a look of pouting, "Come on Kura," he whined, "the soup is getting cold." Chrollo let his free arm snake around the Kurta's waist, and he pulled the younger man closer. "Why don't you feed me too, in that case?" He asked, voice a lot huskier than before. He quickly kissed Kurapika's neck and soon, was letting his tongue trail a path up to his lover's earring. "Eat Kura," he whispered against Kurapika's earlobe.
Hearing Chrollo's persistence made him stare at the older man in disbelief, the feeling of being coddled and treated like some invalid was enough to make him practically irate.
He turned his head slightly more to the side as he watched Chrollo from the corner of his eye. The glint of silver caught the younger man's attention as he could see the spoon hovering close to his face. Whatever gave Chrollo the notion that he needed to be fed still left Kurapika wondering what exactly was going through his lover's mind. One of the most feared criminals notorious for bringing multiple people to their knees and stealing millions was now sitting beside him while attempting to feed him like some incompetent child. The very notion vexed Kurapika.
"When I thought about opening up to you, this wasn't exactly what I had in mind." He grumbled and turned to face Chrollo, his eyes becoming a more icy blue. "Why are you so insistent with this little trifle of yours?"
As soon as his words exited his mouth, Kurapika found himself gasping, the breathy moan which slipped from his throat even amazed him, but Kurapika couldn't help nor stop his reaction as he felt Chrollo's lips against his neck. The touch was soft, tender, yet, enticing and unconsciously he leaned against the older man's firm body. When Chrollo's tongue replaced his lips, Kurapika felt himself trembling uncontrollably, every part of him slowly falling into his lover's magnetic allure.
How Chrollo expected him to focus while touching him like that, making his heart virtually seize in his chest, Kurapika could only surmise. Every ounce of resistance evaporated in his mind, and the Kurta gave in reluctantly, even after he was pulled into the older man's lap.
Realizing that Chrollo held no intention of relenting, Kurapika acquiesced and surrendered to his lover's whims. He expelled a sharp breath and inclined forward and let the spoon be placed into his mouth, taking the morsel of food with a sullen grunt, "You better keep your word and allow me to do the same to you once I'm done." The Kurta added as he cast a sidelong glance at Chrollo, "As I expect no less."
Drawing his arms tighter around the feisty man on his lap, Chrollo chuckled as he loaded the spoon again and brought it back against those pretty lips, "Don't worry, I have no plans to go back on my word." He spoke calmly, though mirth crept beneath his words, "Besides, I want to see exactly how you plan to feed me." Chrollo then leaned forward to place a kiss to the corner of his lover's lips, "Now, finish your food."
Everything that was happening only continued to incite irritation within Kurapika, but knowing how persistent he was and the fact Chrollo wouldn't cease watching over him until he ate his entire meal did he give into the older man's whims. He would humor Chrollo and let their little scenario play out.
By the time Kurapika had finished his meal, and Chrollo ate his - which Kurapika was allowed to feed him as promised - the blond found himself laying in bed waiting for the older man to finish in the bathroom. They had both long since cleaned up, showered and his lover was brushing his teeth. It gave Kurapika the time necessary to mull over everything that transpired thus far, but also over the fact that they were just a day away from meeting up with the rest of the Genei Ryodan.
The very notion still made him nervous, and even though it was something he had been in anticipation of from the moment he made his decision, Kurapika couldn't shake the mixed feelings of enthusiasm and anxiety, knowing that he was forging his destiny by taking control of it and making the first step. He committed to the change when he gave himself willingly to Chrollo, and now there was only going forward, the seeds long since planted.
When he felt the bed dip, Kurapika looked up to see Chrollo hovering over him. A large, impish smirk was across the older man's lips, and the blond instantly knew that his lover had something on his mind. It didn't take long for those suspicions to be confirmed when strong hands took hold of the remaining article of clothing he wore and made it known it was to be removed. Kurapika easily compiled without resistance, knowing that one, his lover wasn't going to have it any other way, and two, even if he failed to admit it openly, he rather enjoyed the way Chrollo preferred how they slept in bed together.
For the older man, it pleased him that Kurapika was so willful, knowing that day by day they were growing closer together. After he impatiently removed the shirt he had let his beautiful lover wear, he pulled the younger man close to him and wrapped his arms around that soft, lithe body.
Now they could sleep together naked.
"Ready to sleep now, angel?" He purred and tightened his grip, which pulled Kurapika even closer so that his lover came to lay sprawled across the length of his muscled body. Chrollo sighed contentedly and began to card his fingers through those silky tresses.
"I would like to think I am since you made damn sure to prepare me for it ahead of time," he jabbed and felt himself shiver when the cold hair hit his bare skin, "and besides, we have a long day ahead of us. Tomorrow we head for Yorknew." Kurapika closed his eyes and slightly leaned into the feel of Chrollo's hand raking through his hair. Every time the older man played with his golden crop, it always seemed to lull and soothe him.
Sighing again, Kurapika began to trace invisible patterns along Chrollo's abdomen. Tomorrow, they would be in Yorknew, and he would be inducted into the Genei Ryodan, their insignia then etched into his skin. Still, that isn't what worried him, but the reception he would receive. If anything, they would only welcome him with reluctance.
One way or the other, he would show the rest of the Ryodan he no longer meant them any harm and would by any means necessary, prove his worth.
No one would come between him and Chrollo.
Containing the amusement he felt by Kurapika's response was rather difficult and Chrollo couldn't help but give a light-hearted laugh. He patted the Kurta's hip in a comforting gesture and slightly tightened his hold on the younger man, "It will be alright." He spoke in a reassuring tone, though the last part of his sentence came out in an extended hiss when he shivered from the sensation of Kurapika toying with the muscles on his abdomen. Even as he was, the Kurta looked beautiful as his immaculate body glimmered beneath the pale moon that filtered through the slightly parted curtains in their room. Chrollo let one of his hands rub Kurapika's back in a slow, circular motion to help him fall asleep.
"I know. I trust you." Kurapika uttered, and his eyes slip closed as he focused on the sensation of Chrollo rubbing his back, the gesture making him feel at ease.
For quite some time they had fallen into silence, neither of them speaking as Kurapika had remained lost within his thoughts, the sound of Chrollo´s breathing and the rhythmic beating of the man's heart kept him in a state of calm. Kurapika expelled a pent up breath and reminded himself to continue having faith.
No matter what, Chrollo loved him and was possessive enough that he never would let anything interfere with their now cherished unity. Even though Kurapika stressed over his worries upon integration into Chrollo's group and the struggles of gaining their acceptance, one thing remained true was the fact he and Chrollo were linked. Intertwined. Their lives so woven together they were becoming inseparable. There was nothing in the world that would have the capacity to break them apart.
It was a resolution that Kurapika vowed never to let go of.
After some time, Kurapika found he was unable to stay awake any longer; the soothing sensation of Chrollo rubbing his back along with the unified sound of their breathing was enough to lull him into a calmed state, sleep finally claiming him.
The same bode true for Chrollo as the older man smiled when he noticed his precious lover had succumbed to the grips of slumber as he too closed his eyes and followed suit. Chrollo wasn't sure exactly when he drifted off, but the last thing he remembered was the feel of Kurapika's weight and the peaceful sound of his heart.
The shrill sound of a car alarm jerked Chrollo awake, and the older man had to blink a few times as his consciousness caught up with him. After a few minutes of orientating himself with his current location, realization struck and instantly he looked over to see Kurapika laying now sprawled next to his side. He assumed they must have moved a lot in their sleep considering the position he found them in upon waking. Stretching, Chrollo slipped from the bed and grabbed his cell phone. According to the time on the screen, it was just past seven in the morning.
Sighing, he headed towards the bathroom, leaving Kurapika to sleep a little longer in the meantime. Running his fingers through his already tousled hair, the older man strode into the small, adjacent room and proceeded to handle business. After roughly ten minutes, Chrollo was crawling along the length of Kurapika's naked body before latching to one of his lover's nipples while his hands explored the expanse of pale skin.
"Wake up babe," he uttered breathily as his tongue danced around the pert nub between his lips, "it's time to get up."
Resisting was still hard, even for the feared leader of the Genei Ryodan as there was no denying just how succulent Kurapika really was. Seeing the younger man so open, so vulnerable only enticed him and at times, holding back his instincts grew increasingly challenging. Such as it were now while his fingers continued to roam along the planes and muscles of Kurapika's perfect body.
Still, he managed to curb his appetite enough all considering. There was still much to do, and the thought of resuming business made Chrollo groan inwardly. For now, he wanted to enjoy what little time they had left for a reprieve.
His efforts paid off, however, as Kurapika began to stir awake. The blond groaned as his mind slowly came out of the fog of sleep, but one thing the younger man didn't think he'd find himself being awoken to were the rays of the sun over his face, or to the sensation of heat from Chrollo's mouth over one of his nipples. The weight of the older man's body along with those exploitative hands as they swept over his chest was enough to invoke a soft, tired moan from past his rosy lips. It took moments before Kurapika came fully to, but the softness of Chrollo against him was enough to rouse the blond Kurta to his senses.
"I'm awake." He groaned out, lithe hands making their way into disheveled raven-hued locks.
It was in that very moment Chrollo found the inability to restrain himself.
How can someone be this sexy?
Roughly, he pulled the still sleepy Kurta into a kiss, his tongue slipping inside that sweet mouth. Chrollo didn't even realize he was practically putting all his weight on Kurapika, not caring that his hips ground against the younger man's. All he could focus on was the breathy moan Kurapika emitted, and it was such a turn-on.
Kurapika felt his back arc slightly, the grip he had on the older man's locks tightened as a shiver went up along his spine while Chrollo's mouth remained encompassed over his nipple. It didn't take long for the sleep to begin dissolving from his mind. The way Chrollo made him feel, how his lover touched him, the warm breath that dusted over his skin, Kurapika knew there was no wonder why he was so quickly sedated.
Shock soon replaced the haze of desire when Chrollo suddenly pulled him into a bruising kiss, and Kurapika's mind went instantly blank. He accepted it without hesitation, and when he parted his lips, the blond felt Chrollo's tongue push into his mouth as it tangled with his, Kurapika wasting no time sucking on it. He was amazed by how fast he fell into the moment, the weight of his lover's body and those hips grinding against his own invoked a soft mewl to exit from his throat.
Resisting was difficult, and Kurapika was unable to do it, even when he realized he was grinding his hips against Chrollo's.
Witnessing his lover losing control of himself made it even harder for Chrollo to resist, his mind clouding over by instinct the longer he and Kurapika remained the way they were. His mouth worked feverishly against the younger man's for a little longer, savoring the moment with relished delight, a moan rumbling in the back of his throat as the blond's hands tightened on his scalp. He enjoyed the grip that Kurapika's fingers had on his hair, and Chrollo leaned into the touch as he severed the kiss to stare into those blue eyes with a hunger he hadn't yet learned to satiate.
Instead, the older man decided to curb his appetite by letting himself fall back against the bed then snaked an arm around Kurapika's waist and pulled the blond to his side. His lover followed without any protest to the abrupt change in positioning or the fact their heated kiss was severed. Kurapika curled up against Chrollo's toned frame as he laid his head on that firm chest.
This time, the older man slid his fingers into Kurapika's golden hair as he stroked through the silken strands tenderly. Neither of them spoke for some time, and Chrollo fell into his thoughts. He knew they had a lot to do, and they were departing later that day for Yorknew, but he just wanted to enjoy the time he and Kurapika had left. There was so much on the older man's mind, and he couldn't help but mull over everything they had been through and what they were about to go through. He let his eyes lower to look at the top of Kurapika's head, and the younger man looked more at peace than he had in a good while.
Eventually, it was Chrollo who broke the silence.
"I had been wondering for some time about what kind of life you see us sharing in the future?" He spoke, the question spilling from his lips almost completely at random, "Not that I plan to change anything; I've just been wondering where you see us going from here."
Hearing the statement made Kurapika blink and he lifted just enough, so he was able to see Chrollo's face. It took him a moment to process what the older man was asking, but the response was simple. "If you wish for me to be honest, let me put it this way; I want to share everything possible with you. All the ups, downs, the good, the bad, and to face the challenges of the world with you by my side. I want to write our own story together, and you are where I want to be when I take my dying breath." He paused, the look in his eyes accenting the words he spoke. "You are my first kiss, my first love and the one who claimed my innocence; which I do not regret in giving to you. Because of this, I want you to be the only one, and I want to experience everything possible with you. Maybe even marriage and a family one day. Well, a family to call our own."
Conveying the truth was nothing short of easy for Kurapika as everything he spoke was honest and straight from his heart. There was a time where he would never have considered such a thing, and now it was a future he wanted actually to see happen.
Thinking about it only encouraged the feeling of happiness he experienced. Perhaps it was exactly the kind of life his mother spoke of.
Chrollo looked stunned for a moment, even as he attempted to process everything his lover just spoke and the weight of those words, for as surprising they were, he never expected Kurapika to be so heartfelt, so passionate. He knew the younger man loved him, but to hear such a declaration made him feel exultant. Especially to the fact that no one else ever touched Kurapika but him, "Before anything, I never thought you would have housed such an outlook, but I am glad you do." Tightening his grip on his lover, Chrollo was unable to seize control over his now rapidly beating heart. The notion of spending his entire life with Kurapika was something that seemed so fanciful, like a dream, and yet, the prospect of it was very real. "I promise that I will do whatever it takes to be with you from this point on, to share and face everything we experience together and to fulfill your dreams. I want to stay with you forever." The older man never once thought he would be voicing the words he did, but he was beyond ecstatic to know just how much the Kurta wanted to be with him. Kurapika was his everything. "And I don't mind the idea of having a family together."
He grinned at that. It was one thing he had been deprived of in his life, but to be given a chance to rectify that...
Pausing, he just let his fingers slide through those velvety strands, and the sensation was calming. It was almost hard to believe Kurapika proposed such a thing, but Chrollo couldn't help but be optimistic about it.
Closing his eyes, Kurapika leaned into Chrollo's touches. The response given was something he predicted as the blond was fully aware of how far and deep the older man's love ran, but for it to have been said with such passion and sincerity took Kurapika aback. "I am glad to hear that." He purred and let himself gravitate closer to Chrollo, the warmth of his lover's body comforting him, "I was hoping you would feel the same way." At one time he thought that kind of future was a mere pipe dream. Now, it wasn't something that seemed so farfetched.
Again, the things his mother had said reiterated in his mind, and the meaning behind her words only furthered to solidify what was happening even now. Was this the type of happiness she meant?
"Of course I would feel that way." He exclaimed, surprise lacing his words. "When I said I wanted to have your heart, I wasn't doing so with the idea of looking at the short term but with the long term in mind." Chrollo looked down at the beautiful young man who laid pressed against his side, the rhythm of his heart increased in pace as Kurapika only continued to captivate him. The way those golden threads of hair remained splayed over his chest enhanced the Kurta's natural radiance. "I have since wanted you permanently in my life, Kurapika. My only concern was being sure you wanted the same thing."
Although their relationship was still relatively new and developing, Chrollo had long since been sure of exactly what he wanted. Knowing that Kurapika felt the same way only instilled the older man's needs to fulfill the commitment he made.
Sharing his life with someone never looked so good.
A brief moment of silence descended around them as Kurapika took the time to relish the way Chrollo's heartbeat sounded as it appeared to echo his own and the way those fingers slid tenderly through his hair. He continued to toy with the muscles on his lover's abdomen, admiring the way they rippled beneath his touch.
He smiled and was overly joyed by Chrollo's response. "I have never been so sure in my decisions." Kurapika whispered and pushed himself up just enough to look directly into the older man's eyes, "I knew from the moment I allowed you into my life. You are where I chose to be, Chrollo, and like the decision I made to join your Spiders, the same bodes true for how much I want you to stay with me."
This time, Kurapika spoke with absolute confidence and solidarity, not once doubting his readiness to commit. Down to his soul, Kurapika knew it was what he wanted and that he wished for nothing more. The kind of future his mother advocated for - the one he deserved- resided in the person who had once shattered his very existence but now sought his restitution. Chrollo had bared his soul to him, and it was in that, Kurapika realized where he belonged.
With a sigh, he leaned forward and placed his lips softly on Chrollo's to affirm just how he felt.
For most of his life, Chrollo had always resolved to keep his emotions buried which aided in safeguarding him from the rest of the world. It was easy to be stoic and cold, but now, none of those barriers remained.
Even then his guard came down when those warm lips came over his, and Chrollo reciprocated in kind, this time the kiss unhurried or feverish. When they finally broke away, the older man smiled and knew why he cherished Kurapika the way he did.
Gently, he tightened his arm around Kurapika's waist as he held the younger man flush against his toned frame. His fingers resumed carding through those aurulent tresses he so adored as the placating gesture coaxed his lover to come rest against his chest once again. "I promise I won't ever leave you, my angel." Chrollo whispered, "You're the greatest thing to ever happen to me, and I never want to lose that." Again, the older man contemplated how one such as himself who spent most of his life wallowing in shame and dwelling in the dark was able to have one so precious and genial as Kurapika. The Kurta was a rarity and a treasure, but also one-of-a-kind. So many times he thought of himself unworthy of one as perfect as the young man who laid in his arms, but in truth, Chrollo was grateful. He now had something to value and safeguard within his miserable existence. Taking a moment, Chrollo let the tips of his fingers gravitate towards Kurapika's cheek as they stroked lightly over the skin, "It's why I support you in all your choices and why I am happy you wish to join my Spiders." He stopped a moment and tilted his head slightly, expression contemplative, "Though my curiosity does proceed me, and I am wondering if you have decided yet on where you wish to get the tattoo placed?"
Kurapika hung on every word spoken from the lips of the one he found himself loving more than anything in the world and what astonished even him was just how heartfelt and emotional the profession was. The blond felt his chest clench as he fought back the threatening well of tears that wished to break free from the dams that held them. Not once in his memory did Kurapika remember anyone caring for him as Chrollo did. Granted, his parents had- especially his mother -, but this was different. There was something in the way his lover poured all his heart and soul that made Kurapika feel even more connected to him.
It was as if Chrollo had experienced a metamorphosis, one that was so radical, so profound it left an everlasting impression on him. For as expressive the older man was - which it wasn't the first time he had witnessed something like this - it made Kurapika more and more inclined to aspire for a life long bonding with Chrollo.
Inhaling slowly, the blond composed himself, the comforting touch of his lover's fingers as they moved from his hair to gloss over his cheek seemed to appease him. "I hope that you never do," Kurapika replied, his voice a murmur, "for I can say I feel the same about you." How they managed to come this far, and how Kurapika was able to find himself now in the arms of the one person he once sought the demise of was an answer that may never come. But the point he was at, the younger man did not care. If this is what heaven was like, he didn't want it to end.
Letting one of his hands gravitate over the one Chrollo had rested upon his hip, Kurapika twined his fingers with his lover's own, a coy smile gracing the blond's lips, "Well if you truly want to know," he began, an impish tone to his voice, "I want to get it in a place only you will see." Gradually, Kurapika drew Chrollo's hand downward until the older man's knuckles grazed over the expanse of his left thigh. The Kurta grinned sheepishly, "I hope you think it's a good spot."
Almost instantly Chrollo found himself enthralled by Kurapika's enthusiasm, especially when he learned exactly where his lover wanted to get his spider tattoo. He untangled his fingers from the younger man's more slender ones, and for a moment, he allowed his palm to slide over the tender skin of Kurapika's thigh before grabbing the area intently. "I am sure it will look good." There were so many locations Kurapika could have chosen for his Troupe's emblem to be placed, but for it to be in a more private area where only he would get to see it made him immensely pleased. Kurapika was becoming more intertwined with him by the day.
The notion was another affirmation that Kurapika truly was his.
Without warning, he rose and guided the Kurta to lay on his back, and his eyes found those striking blue eyes. He stared into their transfixing depths before pulling away to slide between Kurapika's legs and lean over the younger man. Chrollo hummed then let his lips trail over the fragile skin along his lover's neck, "Let's go shower now," he breathed, then possessively nipped the area where he stopped.
Kurapika was unable to contain the throaty moan that slipped past his lips nor the way his body arched against Chrollo's. It took him some time to regain his senses, the tingling sensation on his skin along with the newly forming hickey on his neck left him feeling heady and weak. He nodded slowly in response before sliding from the bed once he regained his senses.
Why did he love it when Chrollo marked him? Surely the new one left behind would be visible. Kurapika couldn't complain, however. There would be no doubt by anyone that he was taken.
Kurapika meandered into the bathroom, his mind still hazed from their earlier events, and he looked back over his shoulder at Chrollo before closing the door. After he relieved himself, Kurapika moved over to the sink and washed his face, the cold sensation of the water aided in clearing his mind, and for a split second his eyes caught his reflection in the mirror. The younger man grunted at how sallow his skin appeared along with the partial dark rings beneath his eyes, but the moment his attention landed on the field of purplish love bites dotting his flesh did a smile cross over his lips.
Just as Kurapika was about to slide his fingers over the marks on his skin a knock at the door drew his attention. "Are you alright in there Kura?" Chrollo's voice called from the other side.
Sighing, he stepped over to the door and opened it, "Forgive me, I just finished." Moving aside, he made room for his lover to enter.
They both showered in silence but enjoyed each other's company. It was nice to share in daily activities with someone, and Kurapika was grateful for each and every moment.
After they finished and got dressed, he stepped back into the main room behind his lover as the older man was surveying the things they needed to pack still. "How about we get some breakfast before we finish?" Chrollo knew time was of the essence, but they both needed to eat.
"Will there be coffee?" Kurapika grinned, the idea of a hot cup of java permeating his mind. It had been a few days since he was able to enjoy a tasty brew.
Chrollo smirked and curled his arm around the blond's waist, "I think you read my mind." He responded in amusement and guided his lover out the door to their hotel room.
Packing was a rather taxing activity as it appeared more cumbersome than it was, but in retrospect, with as much stuff they toted around, at least Chrollo had a convenient Nen ability that made traveling so much easier.
"See? Being with a thief isn't all bad."
Pushing the thought aside, Kurapika suppressed the distant buzz of voices and sighed as he surveyed what there was left to stow away. There was still a considerable amount left to do, and it amazed even him with just how much there was between the two of them.
He pulled his suitcase closer to him and sat hunched over it as he continued to put away the clothes and items that he kept stored within it. Neither he nor Chrollo had spoken much since the time they arrived back at their hotel room, and the younger man utilized the opportunity to concentrate on getting their belongings organized and ready for departure. There were only a few hours left before they had to be at the airport to catch their flight. Nonetheless, Kurapika's idealism of getting the job done efficiently was interrupted when he felt the gentle sweep of hands running along his sides.
Kurapika turned away from what he was doing and the next thing the Kurta knew he was finding himself entranced as the older man was continually distracting him. A few times, his lover drew him into quick kisses, the frequent interludes belaying their need to complete their task at hand. It had been frustrating at times as Kurapika had begun to wonder if Chrollo was exploiting his weakness for the sensation the man's lips and hands produced and there were several instances where the younger man wanted to punch him for not taking their need to finish prepping seriously.
Regardless of how good it felt, the way those kisses took his breath away or how those fingers made his body tremble, they needed to stay on the task at hand. If they missed their flight-
"Focus." Kurapika finally uttered after the fourth or fifth time the older man kissed him, a soft pant releasing past his swollen lips. "We cannot afford to miss our flight."
That damned grin spread across his face as Chrollo was more than pleased with the soft noises that escaped Kurapika's throat, and he loved it when the Kurta's voice was laced with desire. It made Chrollo want to take Kurapika over and over until the younger man was too hoarse to say his name. The older man gave one final peck to his lover's lips before separating and said impishly, "Alright, we shall focus then."
Blue eyes regarded him with scrutiny, but Kurapika said nothing as he set about finishing what he had started. It was easy for him to tell Chrollo was gratified by his reactions, and Kurapika's expression darkened as a result. At any other time, he would have enjoyed the contact between them, but now was not the time.
Thankfully, the rest of the time was spent uninterrupted, and Kurapika was grateful.
After he checked to make sure they had everything and that all the eyes they had collected thus far were secure between the two of them, Kurapika stepped back and allowed Chrollo to stash everything within Fun Fun Cloth. They both made one final sweep through the hotel room to ensure nothing was left behind, and then Kurapika slipped his fingers through his lover's own as they exited the hotel room for the last time.
The trek to the airport was short and uneventful, although the heat in Falton was something Kurapika found was hard getting accustomed to. Despite the fact he was used to the tropical climates of Lusko, the humidity that hung in the air caused him to feel some discomfort. He could even tell Chrollo was having a difficult time contending as well. Once they reached the airport, the temperature inside was much more comfortable.
After they checked in and passed through security - which Kurapika was relieved when they made it through without a hitch as he was always worried someone would recognize Chrollo -, they were both waiting by the boarding gate to their flight.
The older man had wandered off at one point to retrieve a newspaper which amazed Kurapika as the blond didn't take his lover as someone who kept up with news reports. But Chrollo was now beside him while his nose was buried within the sea of articles. Kurapika had settled on reading himself in the meantime.
One thing that seemed more than odd to Chrollo as he scanned every report that had been made over the last week was the fact there was absolutely no information at all on what happened in Mirie.
Chrollo wouldn't have been shocked if Mirie was a closed off location like the country of the NGl; however, the city was anything but. It was a fully thriving metropolis so there must be some news. He would probably have better luck if he scoured the internet. Maybe he would get Shalnark to do it once they got to Yorknew.
They sat there for some time, and it felt like an eternity, but when the announcement was finally made for passengers to board their flight, Kurapika sighed in relief. "It's time. Our flight was called." He commented as he glanced over at Chrollo then rose from his seat.
In just a few hours they would be back in Yorknew, and Kurapika would be able to see his friends again.
Soon, they found themselves inside a private cabin after spending more time than they wanted in getting their way through the crowd of people filing in through the boarding gate. It was modest compared to those who rode in coach or those who could find any open space to sit during the trip. Chrollo continued to stare out the small circular window long after the blimp had taken off. There wasn't much of a view outside, and all he could see were the white clouds and occasional glimpses of the everlasting blue sky.
His mind quickly wandered back towards the time when he and Kurapika were trapped in Mirie and fighting for their lives. The fact that not so much as a word had been spoken about what happened to such a lively city crossed his thoughts. Those creatures (or possibly a new species of magical beast) may have disappeared from Mirie, or else the Hunter Association would have placed all the surrounding cities under lockdown. Thinking about it, both he and Kurapika were the only living witnesses to the carnage. The cow Zodiac member had made it abundantly clear he knew about that fact. So why weren't they being questioned inside a secure facility?
Still, he inwardly hoped those beasts were still trapped within the ruined city's walls. It is what he hoped would happen when he sealed the only gates in or out. Then again, from his experience with the whole disaster, those things were highly intelligent, and there was a possibility they figured out how to escape by now.
With a sigh, Chrollo looked towards the entrance to their cabin and noticed a digital clock on the wall. They had just roughly five hours to go.
Turning away from the mundane scene before him, Chrollo let his eyes land on the blond who had taken up residence across from him in one of the two chairs the room provided. Closing the gap between them, he encircled Kurapika in his arms and nuzzled the soft skin of the younger man's neck. Instantly the scent of rosewood with a hint of vanilla hit his nose. "Would you like to rest for a while?" He purred.
Kurapika looked up from what he was doing the moment he felt Chrollo's arms around him, and a soft groan exited his throat from the contact. When he felt his lover's nose against his skin, the sensation was mollifying. "I was thinking of reading to pass the time." The Kurta responded and turned his head enough to look at the older man, "However, I would not mind sitting on your lap while I do so if you wish to read with me." Kurapika flushed at the statement, crimson rising along his cheeks and he attempted to turn and prevent the older man from seeing it.
Rising from his chair, Kurapika guided his lover to sit where he previously had. The act was surprising, even for Chrollo, but he did not resist as he came to rest upon the cushion. Kurapika broke away from the older man long enough to retrieve his favored tome before returning to sit comfortably on Chrollo's lap. For whatever reason - and one he did not wish to question - Kurapika didn't want to break contact with Chrollo. Staying close during their flight compelled him, as the touch they shared was comforting.
He supposed it was due to nervousness. They were close to the rest of the Roydan after all and soon, and he would be apart of them. The spider symbol then etched into his skin.
There was also the aspect of seeing his friends again and facing them after so long. Breaking the news about he and Chrollo would not be easy, especially to Leorio.
Closing his eyes temporarily, Kurapika focused on Chrollo´s warmth, letting it flow through him as he attempted to clear his mind. For the time being, he surmised, worrying would do him no good.
His arms curled around Kurapika when the younger man settled onto his lap and Chrollo smirked, not even trying to hide it. The Kurta really was getting forward. Oh, how he would love to see the faces of his Troupe and Kurapika's friends right now. Nobunaga would probably start frothing at the mouth. After Kurapika got comfortable, Chrollo resumed nuzzling that inviting neck.
"I could fall asleep like this." He murmured and planted a kiss to the tender skin.
"Tempting, isn't it?" Kurapika questioned, and he shivered, Chrollo's lips against his skin making him feel good.
The grin on Chrollo's face only expanded; he loved how malleable his lover was becoming, "Always." He replied teasingly and pulled Kurapika closer against him.
Kurapika snorted. After a few moments, he adjusted slightly to get comfortable then took the book that his lover had produced for him - which he wasn't surprised Chrollo had done since he was the one who had access to the skill which concealed their belongings - and fell into silence as he began to read the contents of the massive tome. Again, the enriching stories of their world's past came flooding back.
His fingers glossed over the pages as Kurapika delved further into the text on the pages, stories of men who could communicate with wolves and the ability to run with them was something that was near unimaginable. Even the theories of a clan of people who lived in the desert or what was considered a practical wasteland where water was scarce and valuable readily intrigued the Kurta. For such a complex society to have existed as it were, yet, to house so many deadly creatures and people was amazing. It sounded akin to life in the present.
No matter how many times Kurapika faltered into the mentions of their potential history, it only intrigued him even more. He never could seem to get enough.
For hours neither of them moved as they enjoyed each other's company. About an hour before they were scheduled to land, Chrollo leaned down and kissed the young blond man gently on his jaw, "We should probably consider disguising ourselves." Chrollo said and laid his chin on the Kurta's shoulder.
Lowering the massive book to rest against his legs, Kurapika paused a moment before closing its cover, "It's probably in our best interest. You are not the only one who is wanted." He intoned and rose off his lover's lap so Chrollo could move. The older man nodded and summoned Skill Hunter to produce Fun Fun Cloth. After he retrieved their suitcases, Kurapika went through it to get something he could use to conceal himself.
Considering half of Yorknew was after Chrollo, along with the rest of the Ryodan - and probably himself - Kurapika surmised, it only made sense. Especially with the mafia's grip on the city.
"Alright." Chrollo extracted a different set of garb himself and headed towards the small bathroom within their cabin. "I'll be out shortly." And shut the door behind him.
He stood in front of the small mirror, and he fished for the tube of concealer he had gotten not too long ago from his pocket. It took him a fair amount of time to hide his tattoo. He couldn't do much about his face, but he decided to hide his earrings, however. If anything, they were a dead giveaway to who he was. As much as Chrollo would love to kill a few mafia bastards, he preferred getting to his Spiders with Kurapika in one piece. After thirty minutes, he was done and then proceeded back into the adjacent room.
"Your turn."
Nodding, Kurapika swept past his lover and proceeded to change himself.
Once he was in the room alone, Kurapika took his time putting on different clothes. It didn't take him long, but he returned wearing a sleeveless grey top with a black undershirt, and black pants. He reached up to pull the hood of what he wore over his outfit to obscure his visage.
It had been a long time since he had worn the dusty brown cloak.
As he adjusted it on his shoulders, Kurapika felt his confidence begin to return. Then, almost unconsciously, his hand slipped into the satchel at his waist and slender fingers curled around the smooth, heart-shaped stone concealed within. Its surface was cool to the touch, yet almost immediately, a wave of serenity washed over him, and Kurapika was ready for anything that was to be thrown his way.
"Never thought I'd see you wear that again," Chrollo commented, and Kurapika let his gaze land on the older man. A lopsided grin worked over the blond's lips.
"I thought the same thing." He chuckled, but then his expression turned serious. "We have to be ready for anything."
How accurate that was. It wasn't anything Chrollo could deny, "Yes. I didn't expect to return there any time soon." He concluded, the look in his eyes becoming fiery with determination.
Aside from the fact they were going back to Yorknew to meet up with the Genei Ryodan and Kurapika's friends, in truth, they were about to reenter a virtual lion's den. Of course, there wasn't anyone alive he or his spiders feared - well they all feared Kurapika at one time - but Chrollo wished to avoid conflict as much as possible. Even though the idea of causing another revolt sounded appealing, that wasn't his or Kurapika's purpose for returning.
So, they both steeled themselves as they drew closer to Yorknew, the time for a revolution upon them.
After Thoughts: Well, it's the final leg of the journey for our boys here as they draw on the last hours before their arrival in Yorknew. Poor Kurapika is nervous as he is confident that his reception will be less than accommodating and continues to strengthen his resolve in light of this. He also knows that another thing he will soon face are his friends and of course, Kurapika is stressing over how to handle that as well. Considering his lack of communication with them after promising he wouldn't, it's easy to understand why he feels that way. However, there is no avoiding what needs to be done, and Kurapika realizes this. It's a challenge he knows he must overcome.
It won't be much longer now. The next chapter will be the fated meeting with the Genei Ryodan, so expect much to occur in the next installment. ;)