Requiem of Fate

by Laviente

A novel tale of how incidentally, the ever devote and loyal Kurapika and the lawless, cold and criminal mastermind, Chrollo Lucifer come to realize just how intertwined and linked their lives really are.

48. A Spectrum of Colors

A/N: Hello, again, dear readers. So, unfortunately, this turned out to be the longest gap between updates, which is something I never anticipated. Roughly two weeks ago, I had, regrettably, come down with Covid shortly after completing about three-quarters of this chapter, and the first week of the virus was quite miserable. Between the fatigue, fever, muscle aches, and other ailments, I was unable to focus on writing, much less tolerate sitting up for extended periods. Once I was finally well enough to continue, getting much done in one sitting was difficult, on top of the fact this chapter, oddly enough, just continued to grow. I didn't expect it to reach the length it did (which is roughly the same as chapter twenty-four as it was the last significant chapter), so that added to the time it took to complete. Also, my beta had been swamped with college lately, and that added to the delay.

Granted, I am getting better, though gradually, and I can say this virus (or possible bacteria as I am now hearing it may be just that) is quite miserable. It is without any doubt, highly contagious as everyone in my household has, sadly, already contracted it. Though my friend and I are recovering reasonably well, her fiancee, on the other hand, is experiencing it a bit worse then we did.

That said, I hope everyone out there is trying to be as safe as possible. As this pandemic begins to lessen in some areas, still bear in mind to take precautions and protect yourself. Although my friends and I didn't get it as bad as some, there is no telling with anyone who contracts it. I do behoove everyone to be careful while going out. With that in mind, for the remainder of the time I am in quarantine, I hope to get the next chapter written, and released soon, but as I've mentioned in recent chapters, please bear with me. While I am progressively recovering (after hearing from those who've already gone through Covid), it could take up to a month once it's entirely gone to actually feel good again. That, in turn, could potentially delay the next release. However, I am doing my best to ensure it doesn't take way too long.

With that in mind, I want to thank everyone again, who has stuck with me during this journey so far. I know I didn't mention it this past March as I did last year, but RoF has been in the making for a little over two years now, and without all the support I've received since I don't think it would have been possible. Thank you again to everyone who has been reading since this story's inception. And also to those who have decided to read it along the way. : You have no idea how much that means to me. ;w;

And as usual, a huge thank you to Sweet(s)Dreamer, who, despite the hurdles in her own life, has taken the time to beta this fic's chapters.

Summary: After locating their next target, Chrollo and Kurapika enact their plan. While doing so, Kurapika learns more about himself than before. Chrollo, on the other hand, has an epiphany.

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Kurapika took a seat at the small table that was off to one side of the open-air cafe. A gentle breeze whisked across the area and swept through his golden locks, the smell of salt upon it. The air was warm, despite the wind, yet the day was beautiful nonetheless. He leaned back in his chair while looking out across the ocean, the mug in his hand rising to his lips.

It was rather peaceful. The sound of waves meeting the shore, gulls flying in the sky as they searched for food, and the harmony of nature added to the pleasantries. Encountering sceneries like that was rare - especially in the cities - but Old Zephyrium was different. It was a small town with an even smaller population, which turned out to be not entirely unusual as places like Sorbia, Odaria, and Winden still existed, but Old Zephyrium had its own benefits.

So many people seemed amiable and always on the move, but there wasn't any heavy buzz in the atmosphere. Although the citizens appeared busy, they still looked to be enjoying life.

Though it wasn't often he came across that kind of serenity.

He took another sip from his mug. The coffee in Old Zephyrium was quite good compared to other places and had a unique flavor. It was strong but flavorful. Even the creamer wasn't too sweet and had a good taste.

"I went ahead and ordered lunch. Sandwiches and soup seemed appropriate considering the circumstances," Chrollo spoke as he took a seat across from Kurapika. His lover turned to look at him, though contemplation was etched on his face.

The younger man casually drank from his mug again. "That's fine. I wasn't seeking to eat a big meal anyway. Since we don't know when he may decide to move," Kurapika gestured inconspicuously towards a young, wiry brown-headed man with glasses who sat outside the cafe beside an easel. He was painting, the brush in his hand working purposely over a large canvas as he faced the sea.

With the sun at his back, the man appeared graceful but gentle. A faint hum hung in the air while he was engrossed in his work.

It was practically coincidental that he and Chrollo found the man while they were out mapping the land of Old Zephyrium, but there was no doubt that he was Caleb Easterman.

Chrollo cast a quick glance in the man's direction, though his eyes lingered on the back of their target before his attention returned to Kurapika. Even though he knew the man was working on constructing a painting, he could decide to leave at any time. "Yes. It's why I anticipated that we might need to leave at a moment's notice. A quick, easy meal was for the best." He paused and stroked his chin. Naturally, their entire purpose was to track down Caleb to learn more about the man and his habits, aside from what information they were provided. Now, he and Kurapika had to plan on what approach they wanted to use for retrieving the eyes. "It's best that we stay close to him as we figure out how to proceed."

The tactics used in missions prior were all well-thought-out and meticulously planned, but the outcomes were derived from bad execution. This time, Chrollo wanted to try a different, more reliable approach.

Again, Kurapika glanced over his shoulder towards the artist as he painted, but so far, the man showed no signs of leaving any time soon. "So, how do you suggest we proceed from here?" He questioned just as the server arrived with their food. Kurapika waited until she put the plates down and walked away. "Every strategy we've used before ended up costing us in some form." Like their past fights with Baxel and Corthoes. It was just prime examples of how each of their plans - well constructed or no - still had unforeseen flaws. They needed something more dependable. "If we can avoid creating a ruckus this time, then it would be best. I highly behoove against doing anything irrational."

The words spilled off his tongue like they had so many times before, but no matter how much Kurapika suggested they be heeded, it always came back to haunt them.

While Kurapika still had not forgotten what kind of potential dangers that were involved with his search for the eyes, readily seeking to invoke them was an aspect he was desperate to avoid.

He pushed that notion onto Chrollo more than once.

"To hopefully make things easier," Chrollo began, voice even, "we should continue to observe him throughout the day to see what he does and where he goes. Either we can try a similar approach as we used with Trina Ashland, or I could actually recruit one of the other Ryodan to assist us."

The mention of bringing in one of the other Spiders made Kurapika stop short, and his focus landed intently on the man across from him. "I don't think that will be necessary." He stated firmly. Although he had decided to join the Genei Ryodan, and would soon be inducted into their ranks, Kurapika wanted to gather the remaining eyes with Chrollo alone. Unless they absolutely needed the Ryodan's help, he saw no need to involve them. "I would like to try and handle this without any other assistance. Retrieving the eyes is really my mission, but since you've been with me from the beginning, it should be just us. If any situation gets too dangerous, then we should ask for their help."

Kurapika knew that his connection with the rest of his 'future' comrades was fragile, so he wanted to avoid dragging any of the Spiders into their missions lest it became unavoidable. He remembered the events in Dalry where Feitan and Phinks, along with Machi, had assisted them with stealing the eyes from Lucas Pembroke. While the experience wasn't terrible overall, working with them had been challenging, especially with both Feitan and Phinks. Though Machi had been relatively accommodating when it came to working with her.

Even then, dealing with Spiders had been stressful, and Kurapika felt that it was best to limit such negative factors while they regained the Scarlet Eyes. After that, he would have no choice. Then again, Kurapika was more than ready to work beside them after completing his mission and laying his kin to rest.

There was a brief look of contemplation on Chrollo's visage, but the older man immediately nodded. "I understand your reasoning, babe." He replied before picking up his food to begin eating it. He could still see Caleb out of his peripheral vision. "This isn't a mission where danger is a certainty. Of course, there are risk factors involved which each pair we seek, but not every target will be as volatile as Debron or the Mafia."

For the longest, Chrollo had been out in the world and encountered many types of people. Since living in Meteor City, to when he formed the Genei Ryodan, there wasn't an instance where he didn't have to use excessive force while on a raid. Someone always attempted to create opposition, so their retaliation had usually resulted in killing. Not everyone he and Kurapika came across while they searched for the Scarlet Eyes presented those kinds of problems.

However, the Mafia, the cult, even the mad scientist were entirely different and prime examples of where the rules needed bending. Regardless if Kurapika didn't like the notion, sometimes, outcomes like that were unavoidable.

It all came down to using good judgment during those kinds of circumstances.

Kurapika took a sip of his coffee, then set the cup aside before reaching for his sandwich. His eyes then met Chrollo's. "None of the situations we encounter are a certainty where danger is concerned." He commented before taking a bite. "Nothing is a guarantee. There could always be unforeseen factors, and everything may not go according to plan, but that doesn't mean each situation has to be met with hostility." Kurapika fell silent momentarily as he carefully observed his lover's reaction. Hopefully, Chrollo would get the point.

Several moments of silence passed as he carefully considered Kurapika's words, but truth be told, it was hard to deny. His lover may have contested what he said, but the younger man wasn't wrong. "Yes, that is true," Chrollo replied, his attention locked thoroughly on Kurapika. "Nothing in life is guaranteed as everything is a game of chance. Even with instances that are preordained. There are always risks involved, you just have to be willing to take them." He fell silent, even after countering Kurapika's statement. While the outcome of every scenario didn't have to be met with violence, sometimes, it was sadly unavoidable. Yet, he also understood Kurapika's reluctance unless there was no other way. "How it's handled, though, depends on you."

The final words left his mouth, and Chrollo said nothing more afterward. It was best to let it sink in so that Kurapika would be able to see it from a different perspective. Considering all possibilities was definitely one way to avoid any potential fallout, but it was also to ensure successful results. If Kurapika wanted to make sure he achieved his goal by acquiring the remaining eyes, he had to consider those types of factors.

Even if the idea was unsavory at best.

His expression darkened briefly as those pale lips turned into a slight frown, but Kurapika saw no reason to argue. He had made several valid points, but so did Chrollo. Neither of them was wrong when it came to stating facts, it was just hard to accept some of them. Kurapika sighed; his lover was merely solidifying the need to be ready for the worst if such were to happen. Which meant using methods that he wasn't usually comfortable with.

It was a reality Kurapika had come to accept.

"I understand, Chrollo, believe me." He confirmed and took another bite of his food. "Using methods outside the norm may be an aspect I'm not looking forward to, but as I have mentioned before, I am ready to do what I must so that each pair of eyes is returned to me. While I prefer that it be done without going to the extreme, if it comes down to it, I won't hesitate."

Saying those particular words seemed odd to Kurapika as he always tried to refrain from committing brutal acts unless he was forced to. And even then, it wasn't something that he enjoyed doing. It was a concept he wished to avoid. If not-

Kurapika scoffed. No matter how he approached it, there was no way to entirely prevent the likelihood of utilizing violence as a way to ensure success. There may end up being a time where the only way to achieve his goal was through brute force. It was a factor the Genei Rydoan had implemented long ago, and it was a point that he had to consider. Ignoring that wasn't an option, which Kurapika had begun to slowly realize.

Perhaps over time, he would eventually be able to learn that and fall into place. He did make the decision to join the Spiders after all. Chrollo was only making sure he knew that.

The older man's expression appeared to change after his confession, although Kurapika had to practically beat it out of him. Chrollo took hold of his cup, then leaned back in his chair. An indefinite amount of seconds had passed before he said anything, but Chrollo's reticence didn't mean his lover was angry. Kurapika just watched him while continuing to eat his food.

"It's good to hear you say that," Chrollo began and took a few sips from his cup, "but also because you're still willing to accept a different frame of mind. As I've mentioned before, I do acknowledge how you feel, and I don't refute the way you wish to do things, only that you bear in mind it may not always go the way you want it to." He set the cup down, gaze focusing intently on his lover. "I just don't want you to be disappointed in any way, love. You always have to be prepared if you want to succeed."

That was a fact Chrollo had come to terms with so long ago. One thing he realized was how unforgiving and biased the world really was. Because of that, it made him pessimistic, but also scrutinizing. He was nothing less than prepared and went through life with eyes wide open. Showing Kurapika that, however, was proving to be harder than anticipated.

His lover just needed to understand the harsh reality and to learn to roll with the punches. Chrollo expected Kurapika to stay strong while retaining some hold on his moral values. And even then, the need to bend them would always be there.

Forcing Kurapika into anything wasn't an ideal that Chrollo had, but convincing him of it was. With some effort and care, his lover was slowly adapting and changing to become more accepting of ways he didn't consider before, which turned out to be a plus overall.

Life in the Genei Ryodan wasn't pretty and was challenging, but it also had its benefits.

What Chrollo had said hung in Kurapika's mind as the sentences reiterated over and over. It was a thorough reminder of the world he was in and the commitment he made. He still wished to do things his way but was more open to 'other' options if it came down to it.

He took a few more bites of his sandwich, then put it down in favor of retrieving his mug. The aroma of the coffee hit his nose as Kurapika hid his features behind the porcelain rim. "You say it as if you know for certain." He stated right before bringing it to his lips. The flavor helped to pacify him. "Still, you're not wrong when it comes to situations not always going one's way." Kurapika broke eye contact with his lover when he momentarily closed them as the breeze felt good over his skin. "In any regard, there is no need to worry, for I don't plan to fall short when it comes to completing any mission. That means even if I have to by any means necessary."

"By any means necessary." Kurapika was surprised to hear himself talk in such a way, but he didn't deny it. Such a change was a long time in coming, and Kurapika knew he needed to be more open-minded. Letting go of his abiding morals had been difficult, but it seemed that Chrollo led him to view the world and circumstances much more differently.

Perhaps once he grew accustomed, it would become easier. "Or, you may find that you enjoy a more daring, chaotic, and wild lifestyle. Much like the Genei Ryodan does." A voice whispered to him, and Kurapika found it hard to contain his shock. He couldn't believe they would suggest such a thing, but his family and clan were the ones who supported his decision to be with Chrollo.

Hell, they practically encouraged it. Knowing that helped Kurapika take some comfort with his current doubts on how to proceed. Maybe choosing wouldn't be so difficult after all.

A grin formed on Chrollo's lips, but he refrained from becoming overly enthusiastic. Instead, he ceased what he was doing and sat back calmly. "It's good to know you see it that way," he commented while folding his hands in front of him, "as I cannot stress enough how important it is to be prepared." Chrollo gazed at his lover attentively, his expression remaining soft, but voice firm to employ sincerity. He wanted Kurapika to know precisely how truthful he was. "From my personal experiences, I can say that not everything you aspire for will always house the outcomes you wish and that you may need to think critically when it does." There were many times when he had to reevaluate situations after they fell through, yet, Chrollo always had an alternate solution ready. And sometimes that meant going to extremes if it heightened the chances of achieving victory. "This includes taking measures that may seem harsh or unorthodox."

It was hard to ignore the slight distaste that crawled over Kurapika's features, but the younger man ceased his obstinacy.

He sighed - though dramatically - and Kurapika felt his hand tighten around the cup before relaxing. Had he gripped the porcelain object any further, it more than likely would have shattered. Blue eyes then fell shut. "I won't deny what you have said as I've seen the results of it first-hand," Kurapika commented slowly, the weight of reality sinking in, "but also because I have stressed how important it is for me to recover all the Scarlet Eyes. I understand the significance of being ready for anything, but also that not every encounter will end the exact way I wish." Once again, he gazed at the other man after opening his eyes, those illuminating grays were soft but resolute. Kurapika knew that Chrollo was only trying to look out for him.

And to protect him as well.

"You are right," Chrollo added softly, his expression growing less rigid. "Bearing that in mind will save you from suffering any loss and prevent you from getting caught off-guard. I fully understand and acknowledge that it is pertinent for you to take back all of the Scarlet Eyes, but don't forget, my love, I have already made a solemn vow to help you see that through." Without saying anything further, Chrollo reached across the table to hold one of Kurapika's hands. It was so slender, almost dainty, and his own nearly engulfed it completely. Chrollo could practically feel the metal of the younger man's Nen beneath the surface of his pale skin, but the sensation of it was warm to the touch.

As Kurapika had professed, those chains were no longer meant for hurting him or the other spiders, but merely to achieve his only remaining goal. Chrollo was able to feel the connection that he and Kurapika shared. Their ties were strong, unwavering, and conglomerate. Nothing that existed could shatter their indelible bond.

It was as if Kurapika was able to read Chrollo's thoughts. Abruptly, his demeanor changed to become more temperate and controlled. Chrollo's fingers were lightly touching his own, and the man's skin - though slightly calloused - were soft and gentle. The sensation made Kurapika feel calm. Something in those hands was reassuring as always.

Kurapika didn't always smile, but this time, there was no stopping the slight curve to his pink lips. "I haven't forgotten your pledge, darling." He commented with a hint of sarcasm but meant every word. "That is one of many reasons why I made the choices I did. Falling in love with you happened to be part of it."

Automatically, his hand tightened around Chrollo's, the squeeze that followed meant to further instill what he had said. Reflecting on his past - both the good and bad - was something he frequently did, and while it reminded him of how matters were at one time between him and Chrollo, now, Kurapika could only see the good it brought. The man's touch, even being in his presence, was nothing less than comforting.

Somehow, it gave him peace. Or, a semblance of it.

More and more, Chrollo's unwavering devotion was further proof that his intentions were not malicious. It was quite the opposite. If the Ryodan leader wanted him dead, such would have happened already. Kurapika realized some time ago that wasn't the case, and even right then, as his lover's fingers held onto his own, there was no animosity within them.

Only affection and gentleness.

"Why am I not surprised to hear you say that?" Chrollo replied with a rapacious smirk on his face. Kurapika's affirmation made him feel gratified, but only in the sense that he was glad to hear how much the younger man trusted him. It further showed the ties which bound them together were only strengthening. "Still, it pleases me greatly you feel that way," he paused before continuing, "but also because I know you will always be mine."

Before Chrollo moved away, he lifted Kurapika's hand and brought the back of it to his lips so he could plant a tender kiss on it. Almost immediately, a blush formed across the Kurta's pale skin - the color making him appear even more beautiful - but the tinge faded just as quickly. It never ceased to amaze Chrollo how bashful his partner was, yet, he wasn't complaining. Kurapika was no less stunning when he was embarrassed. He adored the way his lover appeared no matter the mode he was in.

Either way, Kurapika was precious, and he cherished everything about the younger man.

Silence had fallen between them afterward, but it was short-lived. Kurapika picked up his mug and proceeded to drink more of the coffee within. If anything, he utilized the time to compose himself again.

"Well, yes," Kurapika coughed and drained the liquid from it, "you did earn that in any regard. Maybe I once said my heart would never be yours, but I was proven wrong." Kurapika remembered when he confronted Chrollo in that alleyway back in Patalor and told the man that he wouldn't ever have what he wanted. Now, it couldn't have been further from the truth.

Naturally, his statement seemed to invoke the rather gratuitous - but slightly arrogant - grin on Chrollo's lips to stretch even more, but truthfully, Kurapika couldn't blame him. Chrollo had the right to feel triumphant, only because his lover legitimately earned what he had.

Time and again, Chrollo had proven himself to be entirely unlike the inhuman, treacherous criminal he was made to be. While those hands were stained by the horrors of his past deeds, there was no rebuking the fact that Chrollo Lucifer sought, but also wanted redemption.

It was evident in his actions.

Sturdy fingers steepled themselves as Chrollo leaned forward. He wanted to be close enough so Kurapika could hear him. "Which is the reason I went to great lengths so I could prove my worth to you. Maybe there was a time where I thought otherwise, but now I know just how important you are to me."

His confession made Kurapika raise an eyebrow, his eyes focused on Chrollo intently. "Just how important?" Kurapika questioned, although he knew the answer. Hearing the older man say it only solidified the truth.

"You mean more to me than anything the world has to offer. Even life itself." There was a momentary pause as Chrollo looked down into Kurapika's vibrant blue pools. Those eyes seemed to entrench him every time. "To convey the depths of your importance to me is equal to me unwilling to live without you. Any world where you don't exist isn't a place I wish to be."

That was precisely what Kurapika expected to hear. Chrollo's words hung heavily in the air around him as their sincerity echoed through his mind. Each one, every phrase only reminded him of how honest Chrollo had been.

Silently, Kurapika was glad that he had given Chrollo a chance despite what happened so long ago. The older man truly made a difference in his life. Even if he still had many struggles.

Kurapika's soft, rosy lips pulled back into an all-knowing smile. "Then, I will admit I also feel the same way. While I know that adapting has been difficult, and letting go is a fear I must overcome, having you in my life makes the days easier. For that, I am grateful." Admitting the truth by letting his heart show - even if only for Chrollo - was like breathing a sigh of relief. Opening up to the man across from him had been slowly getting easier.

And in the end, Kurapika had no regrets.

Neither one of them said anything for a short period, though Chrollo appeared slightly taken aback by what he had heard. Usually, Kurapika wasn't that outspoken, but even then, he was overjoyed that he did. Although it had taken Kurapika's feelings longer to manifest, the fact he had managed to win over the last remaining Kurta made it even more special. Despite all odds, Chrollo was able to show Kurapika the world in a whole different perspective, and while it was still cruel, he wasn't an outcast, nor alone.

The truth was hard, and often harrowing, which Chrollo knew was the same for him and Kurapika. And yet, he wanted nothing more than to take away his lover's pain. While Kurapika was haunted by his past, Chrollo fought the ghosts from it. There were always points where he regretted his decisions, mainly because of what it had done to Kurapika. And while he still wouldn't alter the past, Chrollo yearned for a better future.

Everything changed when Kurapika came into his life.

"Kurapika," Chrollo began his attention fully on the younger man across from him, "I just want you to remember that I will always be here. Making significant changes to your life can be daunting and challenging, but it isn't something you have to do alone. No matter what may happen, I will help you every step of the way. It's the least I can do. And as I've said before," he leaned forward as his hand slipped beneath the table to brush against Kurapika's thigh, "you deserve peace." He lightly caressed along the covered skin, fingertips almost barely touching the surface as Chrollo slowly rubbed over the area. At any other time, the act would have been meant to excite. For now, it was only to offer comfort.

Chrollo let his hand linger for a short while, hoping the touch would further soothe Kurapika. There was a questioning look in the blond's striking blue eyes, but it quickly dissipated, and Chrollo couldn't help the pleasure it gave him when Kurapika breathed out audibly. He trembled, but slightly and Chrollo moved forward to squeeze the inner part that was dangerously close to Kurapika's groin before retracting completely.

Maybe his initial intention wasn't to arouse the younger man in any way, but Chrollo couldn't help himself after making contact with that part of Kurapika's body. The grin he let form over his lips soon expanded when Kurapika gave him a look of warning. Both hands rose in defense, but Kurapika's expression then softened.

"Not here." He whispered and glanced around to ensure that no one else was paying them any mind before facing his lover again. "You know how I feel about public displays of affection. Save it for when we are alone." Kurapika then decided to busy himself with the rest of his meal as he proceeded to finish it off. He could tell Chrollo was observing him intently, but he merely shook his head. "In any regard, I appreciate what you are doing for me, my love. It makes me feel better knowing that you are not only by my side as I make this journey, but also so you can rectify your past transgressions. Because of that, I know you have a heart. Even if it's only for me."

He remembered when it was nearly impossible to admit such things, but now, Kurapika was content with saying it. No longer was he skeptical, or second-guessing Chrollo's intentions, because they were quite clear. The man honestly did love him, and Kurapika took comfort in knowing that.

The smirk Chrollo had never wavered, yet, there wasn't any hint of egotism behind it. He understood Kurapika's reasons and respected the boundaries his lover set. "Fair point," Chrollo commented, "as there are always other times for activities such as that." He trailed off while silently following Kurapika's lead, figuring it was best to complete their meals. There was no way of knowing when their target would decide to start moving again. "Besides, I agree that it should be done when we are alone. You know I don't want anyone besides myself seeing you vulnerable like that." Chrollo was able to only chuckle at Kurapika's seemingly aghast expression but continued on anyway. He coughed. "That said, you know there isn't anything I won't do for you, babe. I always got your back and will do whatever it takes to right what I have done. Seeing you in any kind of pain bothers me, and I wish for nothing more than to abolish it." Following his speech, Chrollo took another long draw from his mug and set it aside. He hoped what he spoke touched Kurapika as it was nothing but the truth.

It took several moments before Kurapika was able to speak, but once he managed to regain his voice, the young Kurta found it difficult to withstand the heat that threatened to rise along his neck. He turned away, though only for a second as Chrollo's loving expression drew him back. "I haven't forgotten," Kurapika uttered while he kept his tone low. "That kind of attitude is what keeps me coming back to you."

Chrollo was almost caught by surprise at Kurapika's response, but it was so quick he was sure his lover had missed it. His precious blond was still as adorable as ever. The way he reacted with red suffusing his cheeks and lips bright pink, Kurapika looked every part the angel, but his confessions made it that much better.

There wasn't a day that passed where Chrollo didn't count his lucky stars to have someone as precious and beautiful as Kurapika.

Relic or no, treasure or last of his kind, Kurapika was genuinely unique and deserved nothing but the best.

"And I hope it is something that never changes." This time, Chrollo tilted his head slightly angular, grey eyes fixed on the younger man across from him. The way Kurapika appeared beneath the afternoon sun only made his Kurta lover even more striking.

Chrollo's infatuation made Kurapika snort, but he didn't spurn the older man for it. At times he knew how to lay it on thick, but Kurapika still loved him nonetheless. "I doubt it ever will." He responded. Not that I want it to. "Staying away from you would be too difficult." Kurapika knew he probably sounded a bit too desperate by his last remark, but it was valid. He saw no way he could be without Chrollo. They were bound together, and he rather liked it that way. "Besides, you have a lot to make up for, so you're stuck with me regardless."

How everything had drastically changed. It was funny in a way, but no longer did Kurapika find any reason to balk it. As his mother had told him, fate had her own plans, which seemed to be coming to fruition, but even then, Kurapika did not have any motivation to stop walking the path he was currently on.

Day by day, he was getting closer to completing his goal as each pair of eyes they collected was one step toward giving his clan the peace they needed. Along with giving him the closure he sought. But not only that, Chrollo had shown him so much more and given him the chance to try and live again. Though it was hard, and learning to let go was a hurdle that he still needed to get over, quitting now wasn't an option. He had come too far just to simply abandon all he had. And even then, could he?

In truth, Chrollo was turning out to be the best thing that happened to him. Although the older man had been the initial cause for everything he had suffered, what Chrollo had given him now far outweighed the cons there were before. Finding the strength to live had been virtually impossible until his lover made him see otherwise.

That outcome is what his family and his clan had wanted.

"Oh, I am not complaining, not in the least," Chrollo responded, though smugly, "as I rather prefer it that way. However, staying away from you would be just as impossible for me. You're too special, and I have no plans to leave your side-" he paused before continuing, "or letting you go."

It was strange to feel so strongly about someone, even to the point that he was willing enough to give up being the leader of the Genei Ryodan. The emotions he experienced were foreign, strange, and beyond intriguing, yet, he was grateful to have it all the same.

Whatever it was about Kurapika, the younger man caused something to stir deep inside of him, even down to his very soul as if a part of him was beginning to awaken. Such changes invoked his curiosity. Kurapika was the key to learning more about himself, but also for him to expand and grow. His relationship with Kurapika - albeit romantic - was more than just extraordinary; it was sacred.

Even back when he pledged to have a future with Kurapika, he meant every word of it. There was no other place Chrollo wanted to be. Kurapika was the only person who had not only bested him but also understood and accepted him.

That alone was enough for him to remain tethered to the younger man.

Looking at Kurapika now, he could tell that his lover shared the same sentiment.

"Believe me, I don't expect you to either." The gentle sound of the ocean had captivated Kurapika's attention, and he had turned long enough to cast a glance out over the shimmering blue waves. Then, he immediately turned to look at Chrollo again. "To be frank, I'd rather keep everything the way it is. At least, when it comes down to us." He added with certitude in his voice. Kurapika was confident in his decisions and sure what he wanted. There were no doubts.

He had long since been aware of the other man's feelings and his pursuit of him, yet, the fact it was nothing other than genuine kept him from deciding to abandon Chrollo once the eyes were fully gathered. Initially, staying in his presence had proven difficult, as even looking at him instigated his rage. Now, Kurapika was intent on remaining with Chrollo well past the completion of their mission. The force between them was strong, powerful, and any thought of ever running had already been abolished. And if he had, then what would his family think?

Doing that wasn't an option. Not that Kurapika had any intention of it anyway. Remaining in Chrollo's presence, even at the current, made him feel more at peace than he had since ending up on his own. The past was the past, and although erasing that while learning to forgive was still a challenge, Kurapika was determined to continue going forward until he did. There was no ignoring that he unremittingly battled with his demons, and conquering them was no easy task.

Until then, and when he managed to find the refuge he sought, pressing on was the only option.

One thing was certain, Kurapika wasn't alone. Not anymore.

"I don't see anything changing between us as I've made it quite clear that I'm not leaving you. So, don't worry, babe," Chrollo stated assuringly. He ate the last bits of his meal, then pushed the plate away. Next, Chrollo went for his coffee to finish that as well. After putting the mug back down, he stole a glance towards Caleb, who, fortunately, was still working on his painting. "That said, we should probably wrap it up here. It's been several hours, and there is no telling when our friend over there may decide to move on."

Kurapika nodded and drank the rest of his coffee. Chrollo then paid the bill after their waiter came over and handed him the check. It was still odd letting Chollo take care of their expenditures as Kurapika was sure that most, if not all, got paid using stolen money. The idea slightly tweaked his nerves, but Chrollo was who he was, and Kurapika knew there was no changing that.

He had accepted the older man regardless of circumstance.

They had spent the next half an hour talking about mission plans while observing Caleb as the man went on with his painting. It was about midday when he finally rose from his stool and began packing up his belongings. Chrollo stood and exited the cafe with Kurapika directly behind him. When they made it back to the street, it was just as their target started walking off.

Not many people were traversing the streets despite it being practically the middle of the day, so that made it easier to track the man while staying several paces behind him to avoid detection. Kurapika's cloak fluttered around him as the wind had picked up a notch, but he left the hood down to prevent him or Chrollo from appearing suspicious.

The weather was relatively warm, so raising it would have added to the heat which already clung to his body. Kurapika could feel his clothes sticking to him, and there was a faint sheen of sweat building underneath the necklace that he wore. The sensation made him somewhat uncomfortable, but Kurapika ignored it anyway.

Caleb strode down several streets and avenues before coming to a stop in front of a small general store. A bell chimed when he opened the door, and after setting down his easel by it, Caleb went all the way inside.

Kurapika came up beside his lover as the man came to a halt several meters away. Chrollo held up one hand, which made Kurapika stop, and he pointed silently towards the store's entrance. "It seems our target decided to take a brief detour. Since we have no idea how long he may be inside, it's probably better to wait here. Though, we need to keep a close eye on the place for when he actually comes back out." He knew they were taking a considerable risk by loitering, and without looking to have any real purpose, especially since they were trying to keep from attracting unwanted attention.

"I agree with you that we need to be extremely careful as to prevent him from potentially slipping away," Kurapika commented while peering in the direction of the store Caleb went in. "However, to avoid that, don't you think one of us should keep an eye on him while inside the store?" The very idea that Caleb could abscond past them at a moment's notice concerned Kurapika. Who's to say the man couldn't return to the street while either of them wasn't looking?

The possibility crossed Chrollo's mind. Although he didn't quite like the idea of them both entering the store as space was probably fairly limited, the adamance in Kurapika's eyes spoke otherwise. Chrollo breathed out. "Honestly, I don't feel that it's wise for us to go in there. It might be hard to remain inconspicuous, even while attempting to browse the store."

Following Caleb inside was an idea that he had considered, but Chrollo had also weighed the alternatives. Alerting the man to the fact that he was being followed was one of them. Watching him up close, especially around other patrons and store workers, increased the likelihood of getting noticed. That wasn't a particular chance he wanted to take. Chrollo placed his chin between his thumb and index fingers. If he and Kurapika positioned themselves enough outside, it would be easier to watch the entrance while decreasing the possibility of their target exiting unnoticed.

While the option of either he or Kurapika following Caleb into the store would decrease the prospect of missing their target, Chrollo just wasn't interested in ruining such a vital opportunity. The man had a pair of Scarlet Eyes, and it was essential they were recovered.

Chrollo was able to see the contemplation thundering behind his lover's eyes. It was apparent that he was in conflict with the choice given, but Kurapika remained silent. Perhaps he was mulling over their options or debating on other ways to solve their conundrum. Either way, Kurapika appeared conflicted.

"That may be the case if we both go in there. Only one of us should, and I volunteer to do it." Confidence laced Kurapika's voice, though it was evident the younger man was persistent with such an impetuous idea. Chrollo wasn't sure what it was, but he knew his lover could be determinant. "I just want to be certain there is no chance of us losing sight of the guy. If we did, it could potentially set us back." He added, posture rigid.

While Kurapika's statement was true, and losing track of their target would set them back, the risk of getting detected was just as high, and could jeopardize their entire mission. The potential for experiencing a delay or being hindered was better than wasting their objective by throwing caution to the wind. Chrollo didn't like those odds, but if Kurapika was sure he could enter the store and watch their target without getting noticed, he thought it could be worth a shot.

Although it was in reality, against his better judgment.

"Why do I get the feeling that you are going to do it regardless of what I say?" Chrollo implicated, knowing just how intransigent his lover could be. Though, it only worried him considering the outcomes of past events where Kurapika tended to get overzealous. Hopefully, by now, he had learned to be a bit more constrained.

The accusation made Kurapika raise an eyebrow, but it wasn't hard to figure out what prompted Chrollo's stringency. "I think it's our best option." He admitted and turned his focus back towards the small store just across from them. "We should have an uninterrupted lock on him to ensure that he always remains in our sight. I should be able to enter and observe Caleb without anyone paying me any mind. If I suspect the situation may go awry, I will leave without question." Kurapika added, though much more softly.

He couldn't blame Chrollo. After what happened on their last few missions, Kurapika understood his lover's reason for being so hesitant. Unlike early on where Chrollo took more risks than he should, Kurapika realized that he had been the one to become reckless when it came to tight, unpredictable situations. Had he remained cautious, and more rational, it was possible things could have turned out differently.

And yet, there was really no further need to continue hinging on what could not be changed. Kurapika hoped to assuage Chrollo's concerns by trying to be more mindful than he had in the past.

Kurapika just needed his lover to trust him.

"Alright," Chrollo voiced in reply. While he wasn't entirely keen on the idea, he relented anyway. Hopefully, Kurapika remained vigilant this time around. "Just be quick, and if it appears that you may be noticed, leave immediately." He expelled a sharp, pent up breath afterward. Kurapika was someone who generally couldn't be argued with.

The blond man was brash, relentless, and tenacious. Clearly, Kurapika still retained some of his morals while pushing to do things his way. At times, that aspect made it challenging to deal with him, but Chrollo had faith in his lover nevertheless.

"You don't have to fret, I'll make sure to be fully aware of my surroundings," Kurapika said and began making his way towards the store after Chrollo nodded his approval.

There weren't many people out in the street, which made it easier to remain insignificant compared to everyone else flowing around him. Kurapika kept his pace casual as he approached the door, and without hesitation, slipped inside.

Instantly, he was met by a large variety of products lined on various shelves and displays. All around was a wide range of foodstuffs, household items, and basic needs. Near the door was a stout man with greying hair who stood behind the checkout counter. He turned and briefly glanced in Kurapika's direction, then went back to stocking the few shelves that sat behind him. The man's look prompted Kurapika to begin making his way down the aisles while pretending to browse the products on them. Fortunately, it didn't take long to locate the person he was searching for.

Standing in the adjacent aisle was Caleb, the man evidently absorbed in a few items on the shelves. As he approached - though Kurapika attempted to remain low-key - it seemed the other man was oblivious to his presence. Kurapika continued to act as if he was trying to find something while keeping Caleb within his peripheral vision. Several minutes passed, and his target did nothing other than rummage through many different products, almost as if the man was heavily scrutinizing them. It appeared like he wasn't planning to leave immediately when the sound of a voice caught his attention.

"Is everything alright, Caleb? Do you need something in particular?"

Kurapika drew his eyes away from the spindly artist and over to the older gentleman behind the counter. The man's attention was directly on his target.

Caleb set one of the boxes that he was holding back on the shelf. "I don't know, Authur. I use a certain kind of cleaning solution for my brushes, but I cannot seem to find any, and I ran out of mine earlier today." He resumed sifting through the items on display, seemingly frustrated that what he sought wasn't there.

Footsteps across the floor told Kurapika that someone else was approaching his location, and he realized the older gentleman had come up beside where Caleb was positioned. "I know we had some just the other day," he said, and bent down to examine the shelves, "as I remember seeing it when I was stocking." There was a brief pause, and Kurapika heard shuffling along with some clinking before the store clerk resumed speaking. "Ah, here we go." He spoke in a cheery tone and handed Caleb a tall but thin white box.

Nothing was said for a few seconds before Caleb's voice nearly rang out through the store. "Ah, yes! That is exactly what I need." The man commented as he turned the box over in his hand. "I must have overlooked it the first time." Caleb then laughed sheepishly following his statement.

"Think nothing of it," Authur replied before returning to his place behind the register. "I am happy to help you find whatever it is you need, Caleb. You've always been a loyal customer here." He cleared his throat, then continued. "So, what is the latest thing you've been painting my boy?"

With the box in hand, Caleb moved away towards the front, and Kurapika's gaze followed him all the way there. He kept appearing casual while doing so, his eyes drifting every so often to the items on the shelves around him. Kurapika made sure to stay close enough to keep Caleb within his sight and to hear what the two were discussing.

Once Caleb reached the front, he resumed speaking. "Actually, I went down near the Clay Pot cafe this morning and sat by the waterfront. I got to say, it's really peaceful there, and the ocean is a beautiful subject to paint." He placed the box down on the counter as the store clerk went to ring it up.

There were a few beeps, and the older gentleman proceeded to put Caleb's item inside a plastic bag. "Well, your work always tends to come out rather exceptional. There aren't many artists that have the kind of devotion you seem to demonstrate." He handed the bag over to Caleb, who took it gratefully.

"Thank you, Authur. Painting and art, in general, has always been a passion of mine. I find enjoyment in bringing something to life on canvas." Caleb slung the handles of the bag over his wrist and started making his way toward the door. Kurapika crept closer once he noticed the other young man was ready to leave. However, he continued surveying the items on the shelf with disinterest to keep the farce of being a legitimate customer.

Luckily, it appeared as if neither of them suspected or questioned his presence. "Anytime, Caleb. Just keep on doing what you like. It's good to see that painting has kept you so upbeat." The store clerk replied in compliment.

"Trust me, I will," Caleb remarked, and reached to pick up his easel. "I don't think I will ever stop." He then took hold of the door before pushing it open. "Thanks again, Authur."

A smile formed on the older gentleman's face. "No problem. See you soon, my boy." He waved as Caleb exited the store.

Hearing the chime of the bell made Kurapika fully aware that his target had left the vicinity, and that he needed to move fast. Without hesitation, Kurapika set down the jar of coconut oil that he had been examining absently and headed towards the door himself.

"Can I help you with anything?" Kurapika abruptly stilled before his hand could reach the knob. There was a fleeting moment of silence as he quickly processed what to say. He could sense the urgency to leave as his target was already outside, and he didn't want to lose track of the man.

Chrollo's words suddenly echoed within his mind.

Plush lips pulled into a nervous smile. "No, that won't be necessary. I was just taking a look around, but thank you anyway for asking." Kurapika responded back, and he attempted to remove the anxiety from his voice. Raising the clerk's suspicions wasn't a good idea, but Kurapika had to catch up to Caleb before he could disappear. If that happened, then Chrollo wouldn't be too thrilled with him, especially after staunchly demanding to go into the store after the man.

Thin, grey eyebrows raised upward, and Authur straightened. His smile faded slightly. "I see." There was a moment of silence before he continued. "You're not from around here, are you?" Arthur could tell the young man was pressed, but he wasn't familiar and was probably a tourist. A lot of people tended to visit Old Zephyrium.

Again, Kurapika stopped, the question making him instantly halt from exiting. "You could say that." He commented and smiled back. The other man sure was persistent. "My companion and I are taking a trip around the continent for our vacation. Old Zephyrium was just one of the places we had planned to visit." Kurapika chuckled, though he resisted grinding his teeth as the clerk was holding him up, and all that did was make it so Caleb would get further and further away. He didn't have time for this.

Yet, it looked as if the older gentleman was determined to maintain their conversation. "I figured as much. You do seem like a tourist. I can supply you with a map if you need one? It may help you and your companion get around Old Zephyrium better."

"That's okay," Kurapika quickly supplied, "but we acquired one the second after arriving. I was merely browsing the local shops in the area while taking in the sights. I am sure we will manage just fine." He then nodded at the clerk and reached for the door a second time as he didn't wish to linger anymore. Kurapika was already irritated that he spent too much time in the store as is.

"Well," Authur said and leaned back just barely, "then I won't delay you any further. If you need anything, just let me know. I hope you enjoy your stay while in Old Zephyrium." He added then nodded at the young blond traveler.

"I appreciate it," Kurapika replied and quickly proceeded out of the store. He expelled a breath afterward before collecting himself. Without hesitation, his eyes darted around him as he searched for his target, panic welling inside when he didn't immediately see the man. A string of curses slipped from his mouth as Kurapika could practically hear Chrollo's castigation for failing to keep track of their target when he caught sight of movement off to his left. He then realized that Caleb was only a few short meters across the street.

He might not have seen the man if it wasn't for the stand under Caleb's arm.

Kurapika sighed in relief.

"So, how did it go?" The question made his head snap to the other side, and Kurapika realized that Chrollo was standing beside him. An inquiring look was on his lover's visage. Kurapika could almost feel his weighted gaze.

"About that." He began, though Kurapika made sure he could still see Caleb, who had stopped to converse with someone else. Chrollo's hand coming up between them silenced him immediately afterward.

"You lost him," Chrollo accused, and Kurapika huffed before turning away. His lips thinned. "I knew this would happen. Why I wasn't thrilled with the idea of you following him in there.

Following Chrollo's lecture, Kurapika turned to face him, blue eyes hardened. "I didn't exactly lose him, Chrollo. He managed to make it back outside before I could due to the store clerk stopping me, but he is actually right over there." And he pointed in the direction where Caleb was standing while talking to a short, older woman.

Grey eyes followed Kurapika's lithe finger to the direction it pointed in, and Chrollo instantly saw the man they had been targeting. He turned back toward his lover afterward and hummed. "At least he didn't manage to get away." This time, his voice was a bit sharper, although he wasn't trying to berate the younger man. Not exactly. "If he had, it could have caused us problems."

Kurapika narrowed his eyes, and they briefly flickered scarlet before going back to their usual chilling blue. The notion made his lips twist distastefully, but he didn't attempt to dissuade Chrollo. The older man was right.

"We should probably resume following him. Hopefully, he doesn't plan to make any more side trips," Kurapika commented, but this time more flatly. It was best to change the subject as there was no reason to further argue the point. Not like he could anyway.

Chrollo hummed again, but his lover was right. There was no use in hashing on the subject. Caleb remained within sight, so their mission wasn't a complete loss. Besides, if their target managed to slip off while they were debating, he would end up looking like a total hypocrite. No way was he about to be made a fool in front of Kurapika, especially after the fuss he made.

This time, a smug grin replaced the frown that was previously there. "Fair point. We don't need a repeat of what happened. I figure he plans to return home soon, considering what he's been carrying." Chrollo let his gaze flicker back towards the spindly young man who was now waving to the woman he had been chatting with. He then made a gesture with his head for Kurapika to move. "Let's go, babe."

Caleb started walking once again after the woman waved goodbye to him. Kurapika trailed behind Chrollo as they casually followed the man, the people milling about paying them no mind.

The man trailed down several more streets, seemingly engrossed in his surroundings while he moved. As they went further into town, and away from the ocean, the temperatures felt like it was gradually rising. Kurapika brought one of his effeminate appearing hands up to wipe away the sweat that had formed on his brow. Then, he absently adjusted the cloak, which hung from his shoulders.

Kurapika's fidgeting had tugged at Chrollo's attention, and he glanced over at his lover curiously. "Are you alright, angel?" He inquired and came to a stop while their target waited for traffic to go passed at a nearby intersection. The constant movement had concerned him

"If it wasn't taking copious amounts of time to figure out where this man is going, I wouldn't have to deal with this infernal heat making the clothes latch to my skin." He grumped and tugged at his thin shirt again. While the garment was considered breathable, wearing the cloak over it only trapped the heat inside. Naturally, he needed it to conceal his presence, but now all it was doing was amplifying the heat.

Seeing his lover's disposition made Chrollo tilt his head as Kurapika repeatedly picked at his clothes. For him, the heat wasn't nearly as bothersome considering the weather conditions in Meteor City. Getting stuck adjusting to intemperate and climatic changes for a good portion of his life had caused him to be more tolerant than not. It wasn't to say, however, that he didn't sympathize with Kurapika. He just couldn't quite relate.

Overall, Chrollo disliked it when his lover was uncomfortable. Wordlessly, he turned Kurapika just enough to face him and nimbly undid the cloak's ties. It started to slide off those slender shoulders, and he took hold of the thing before it could fall. Chrollo glanced around them - even towards Caleb - to see anyone was watching before summoning Skill Hunter and, subsequently, Fun Fun cloth. After that, he stowed the cloak inside.

It vanished afterward.

"That should be better." He commented, and a sly smile formed over his lips. "Now, you won't have to feel it as much." Chrollo knew that his beautiful blond lover could be surly at times, but he didn't want Kurapika to be uncomfortable.

A look of disbelief etched over his features as Chrollo's book disappeared from sight, but Kurapika said nothing until it was evident that his lover wasn't attempting to be shrewd. "Great." He deadpanned despite knowing that Chrollo was only trying to be considerate. "But yes, it's better." Kurapika gazed at Caleb momentarily, noting the traffic was clearing up enough for the man to proceed. "I just hope that it won't be needed later." He added offhandedly.

The street lights changed, and Caleb moved on as he crossed the intersection. Chrollo laid a hand on the younger man's shoulder. "It should be fine. You won't need it from here." He then turned and motioned for Kurapika to follow. "Not for the duration of this trip," Chrollo added before going silent.

Whatever made the older man so sure of that baffled Kurapika, but there wasn't any time to even question it. They had done well thus far by following the man practically unnoticed, so who was to say that it wouldn't continue working from that point on?

He didn't push the issue and fell into step beside Chrollo. "Fair enough." Was all he said.

Caleb traveled down several more streets before finally coming to a stop in front of a large building. Judging from its look, the place was an apartment complex, where Caleb's flat presumably was. The appearance of it was moderately upscale and didn't seem like anything considered meretricious, which came off as strange for an artist to take up residence in.

Yet, the man stepped inside the front without any hesitation. It was rather evident their target had led them to where he called home.

After Caleb disappeared entirely, Chrollo stepped out from behind the shadow of a building that wasn't too far away. Kurapika did the same a few seconds later.

"What now?" He questioned, and cast his attention towards the place where Caleb entered. Now they knew the area their target lived, but exactly which one was his? Figuring that out was an entirely separate matter.

Strong fingers came to rest against Chrollo's chin in thought. He knew that finding out the general vicinity of where the man lived would be the easy part. Pinpointing his living quarters from there was going to be a bit more complicated. Since Caleb didn't appear to use Nen, detecting him that way wasn't feasible. There had to be several hundred units within the compound, so how were they supposed to track him down from there?

Then it hit Chrollo. He turned towards the building once more, and a slight grin crept over his face. "I can think of one solution to help us." Grey eyes landed on the younger man beside him. Kurapika would be the key to going forward. "Considering the time you spent wandering the forests of Lusko, it stands to reason that it should have aided in developing a keen sense of smell. It wouldn't be viable for me considering the air around Meteor City, but you, on the other hand."

He paused, and Kurapika turned to face his lover almost in surprise. While Chrollo wasn't wrong that he had developed an acute sense of smell, it wasn't nearly as strong as Gon's. Tracking anyone down by those means would prove to be harder then it seemed.

Perhaps it would work if he were close enough to the source, but unlike Gon, he wouldn't be able to pick up any scents from a great distance. Kurapika frowned, but he decided to entertain the idea anyway.

"It may be possible. However, the depth of my ability would pale in comparison to Gon's. He trained in that area while growing up on Whale Island." Kurapika fell silent a moment as he thought it over. For the length of time he spent trudging through the forests of his home, he didn't remember ever needing to rely on his senses. Pario, on the other hand, had sharper abilities and a tendency to take the initiative. When it came down to testing one's skills, he would usually act first, so he generally learned quicker because of it. "Though, I wouldn't even begin to know what to track using that method," Kurapika added, genuinely unsure of how to proceed.

Right away, it was as if Chrollo could read his mind. That grin only broadened over those lips as a glint flashed in his eyes, and for a second, Kurapika got lost in just how attractive they looked. He nearly had to slap himself to keep from becoming too entrenched, and instead, he distracted himself by tilting his head questioningly while looking into those gorgeous greys.

"Basically," he purred and smirked even further when he noticed the slight difference in Kurapika's posture, "you can try and hone in on the scent of paint. Or, even the cleaners he uses. Both should have distinct odors." Chrollo looked thoughtful for a moment and figured that something relating to the man's paint would be their best option for tracking him down. Wherever he was, the eyes were most likely there as well.

The idea sounded plausible on the surface. To Kurapika, he knew there was a chance it could work, but it depended on how well he could pick up on something to that extent. Had it been Gon, he was sure the young boy would have been able to do it hands down. Kurapika just wasn't entirely confident in himself. Yet, he had to try.

Doubt welled within him, but Kurapika conceded anyway. "It's worth a shot." He commented, though urgency soon replaced his equivocation. "While I cannot guarantee that doing something like this will be successful, we'll be able to locate him with enough luck." Again, Kurapika could feel a slight tug to start moving. If anything, the longer it took for them to begin the process, the higher the chances were of the trail going cold. "That said, we should probably go. Wasting any more time could end up impeding us."

His profession was one that Chrollo couldn't argue with. It was already evident that Kurapika was in conflict with his abilities, and risking the possibility of losing the trail was one that he didn't want to commit to. They had managed to follow Caleb all the way to where he lived, now it was just a matter of figuring out which one he was in.

Neither of them said another word, and Chrollo simply nodded at his lover when Kurapika began making his way towards the building. It was easy to see that he was determined to do whatever was possible to ensure their mission was successful. Yet, there was also a hint of concern underlying Kurapika's movements. Finding the eyes was a priority; it was for Chrollo as well. With enough effort, he was confident his little scheme would work.

Two glass doors slid apart as they entered through the front, and it immediately opened up into a large, but simplistic lobby. Off to one side was a reception window, and behind it sat an older looking man. Chrollo took hold of Kurapika's shoulder to stop him from advancing as his eyes darted between them in gesture. "There's a guard." He stated in a hushed tone. Chrollo hadn't expected anyone to be monitoring the front, but he supposed that it wasn't entirely surprising considering the nature of the place. Where it was located should have indicated that much. "It's best not to appear conspicuous. The last thing we need is to create any kind of ruckus."

Kurapika swallowed sharply, but he nodded in response. As it were, bringing any attention to themselves would only cause more trouble than it was worth. Chances were the man sitting behind the glass window was there to watch who came and went, but it also appeared to be where guests had to check-in. And that wasn't an option for them.

Not like they were going to just alert Caleb to their presence.

"I have another idea, but this relates to me creating a diversion so you can go on ahead," Chrollo commented, focusing on the man behind the window. He kept them out of sight, so the guard didn't notice.

Skepticism wormed its way over Kurapika's attractive features, as the moment 'idea' slipped from Chrollo's lips, he immediately became concerned. For a moment, Kurapika wondered what his lover was plotting for him to go on alone. "What exactly are you thinking?" He quipped, expression growing dark as he watched Chrollo crucially. Whatever it was, Kurapika was sure he wasn't going to like it.

Chrollo noted this, although most of his plots utilized methods that his lover wasn't totally enthusiastic with, their chances were limited otherwise. They had to do whatever was necessary to progress onward. "Basically," Chrollo commented, prepared for Kurapika's reaction, "I will distract the guard while you slip past and continue tracking Caleb down." His expression then turned serious, confirming that he wasn't about to back down from his decision. "And don't worry, I'll catch up later."

Subsequently, what Kurapika had primed to say was instantly shut down. His jaw snapped shut, and instead of unleashing a string of protests on exactly why he wasn't going to agree with the plan, he merely huffed in response. One thing Kurapika never understood was Chrollo's gung ho type of personality. It seemed that his lover enjoyed resonating with chaos, and would create it whenever he could.

Even with how much the older man had lectured him regarding the necessity of keeping a low profile, Chrollo still took unnecessary risks sometimes. This just appeared to be one of them.

His lover's look told it all. Kurapika wasn't going to win this battle, so there was no point in trying to argue. If Chrollo was confident that he could pull it off without a hitch, then who was he to question it?

"I don't like it," Kurapika affirmed, his gaze darting towards the guard who still hadn't noticed their presence before shifting towards the elevators behind him, "but I'll follow your lead nevertheless." He added, and Chrollo smiled. All Kurapika could do at that point was to pray the idea worked.

Footsteps announced that his lover had begun moving, and when Kurapika turned to face Chrollo, he was already walking towards the reception window. Voices proceeded the older man's approach, the guard's attention instantly focusing on him. It didn't take long for Chrollo to begin chatting him up, and Kurapika heard questions like: 'I am trying to find my friend.' along with 'Can you help me?' before he noticed Chrollo subtly indicating for him to move. Without waiting further, Kurapika utilized the distraction his lover provided and slunk over towards the elevators.

A ding announced that luckily, it was already on his floor, and the doors slid open fluidly. Kurapika ducked inside, and right away, he picked up on the faint traces of paint, but there was also an underlying tone of vinegar. The combination nearly burned his nostrils, and Kurapika almost found it hard to focus. Again, he attempted to deal with the ungodly aroma while trying to figure out which floor the traces led to. Then, automatically, his finger reached for the six on the selection pad, and the elevator started its ascent.

For the time Kurapika spent within the small space, he mulled over precisely what to do once he located Caleb's flat. While he and Chrollo had a plan for tracking the man down, what they should do afterward was an entirely separate matter.

Limiting the number of consequences ensued from their excursions was something that sat at the forefront of Kurapika's mind, and because of it, he wanted to avoid doing anything rash. If there was a way to acquire the eyes more diplomatically - as they had with Trina Ashland - then, he preferred to entertain that idea first. Knowing Chrollo, his lover would rather skip the formalities and go right to stealing the eyes. Though, after how events went with Baxel Hill, Kurapika wasn't so sure.

As he got closer to the sixth floor, the smell grew in intensity, and once there, as the doors opened, it practically overtook his senses. Kurapika cringed, both hands coming up to cover the lower half of his face. He hadn't even realized that his chains had materialized until the cold metal contacted his skin.

Slowly, he stepped out and onto the carpeted floor. Two halls branched off from his location, and Kurapika attempted to discern which direction the odors were the strongest in. After several moments, he realized it was more prominent towards the left, and Kurapika grunted as he began following it.

The trail led him down two rather lengthy hallways before coming to a stop outside a door that was the last one in the row. Kurapika noticed the scent of paint, and vinegar was practically wafting around it, and he scanned its surface, the numbers six forty-nine sat in brass across the front.

Kurapika knew there was no denying it; he had found Caleb's flat. There was a distinct smell that was generally associated with people who were artists, and the scent of paint was clearly evident. However, now that Kurapika had located the very person they had been targeting, what to do next was an entirely separate matter.

Idling around and not doing anything wasn't something that Kurapika wanted to do, but on the other hand, he and Chrollo hadn't managed to figure out how to proceed once Caleb was tracked down. Kurapika took a few moments mulling over ideas to see if any of them may be feasible, but regardless of what came to mind, they all seemed to arrive at the same conclusion.

He expelled a breath. No matter what, Kurapika wanted to avoid any confrontation. After recent events - as their last few missions proved - it was better if they did. The last thing he wanted was to create any kind of disturbance or even cause trouble for those around him. Many people resided within the residential area, and getting caught up in anything inimical could be more consequential than he would like. Putting anyone else in danger, especially innocents, left a sour taste in Kurapika's mouth. While he wasn't entirely opposed to using more - aggressive methods as a last resort, doing it to make the situation easier wasn't something he readily embraced.

Perhaps that was Chrollo's preferred ideals, but not him. Kurapika had absolutely no intention unless push came to shove. And even then, he still didn't care for it.

Again Kurapika sighed, but this time in exasperation. Sitting around and not acting wasn't exactly helping. More and more, it appeared as if everything were becoming convoluted, which only successfully alienated him, yet, Kurapika didn't want to enact, and do something regrettable. In the long run, he was going to need Chrollo for this.

In the next moment, Kurapika expanded the field of his En, letting its range cover a higher radius then it had prior, and it was just enough for him to encompass the whole expanse of the building. The minute Chrollo's Nen touched it, he was able to get a general idea of precisely where his lover was, and to his relief, the older man was nearby. Then, Kurapika looked up just as he noticed someone had approached.

"I assume this is the place?" Chrollo had questioned, which had brought Kurapika from his fleeting reverie to quickly recompose himself.

Kurapika coughed as he righted himself. "Yes." He responded and rubbed his temples. "I was able to track him through the scent of paint and vinegar, which is where it led me. As you might have guessed, the odor is most profound right here." Kurapika paused afterward, and his eyes locked with Chrollo's. "Though I am curious, what happened with the guard after I left?" He questioned.

Almost immediately, a smirk appeared over Chrollo's face, but he attempted to remain modest, nonetheless. "Oh, don't you worry about that," he chuckled, and his smirk expanded when Kurapika looked at him suspiciously, "I simply gave him an offer that he couldn't refuse so I could go searching for my friend.'" Chrollo added, yet, he was unable to keep the amusement out of his tone.

"You bribed him is what you're saying," Kurapika accused, and Chrollo only smirked even more. The very notion made him shake his head. "You're fucking impossible, you know that?" At times, he didn't know what to do with Chrollo, as his lover had a way of driving him nuts. Still, the raven-head was intelligent, tactile, and advantageous. Plus, he loved Chrollo. So, regardless, Kurapika put up with it.

Besides, he couldn't find the remaining Scarlet Eyes without him.

"So, what now?" Kurapika added before the older man could say anything more. The last thing he wanted to do was tarry around their quarry's door.

The amusement in Chrollo's expression faded afterward and became meditative. Neither of them had decided on what to do after locating Caleb. Much of their plan had been impromptu from the start. It was - oddly enough - uncanny for them to go on any mission half-cocked. Either way, he would think of something.

After a few minutes, Chrollo turned to face Kurapika. "I believe I have the solution to our problem." He stated. There was a slight rise in the younger man's eyebrow that indicated he was curious, and Chrollo proceeded without hesitation. "Though, it will have to do with both of us impersonating other roles once again."

During his analysis of Old Zephyrium while learning how it was laid out, Chrollo remembered there was a museum located somewhere in town that, from his understanding, housed several of Caleb Easterman's works. He figured they could pose as potential buyers, interested in the man's pieces, and use that as a method to gain access to his flat. From there, it would be conceivable for them to find the eyes.

Hopefully, their target would be gullible enough to take the bait.

It seemed that Kurapika was in disaccord with the idea, judging from his lover's change in demeanor, but those unwavering ceruleans never left his eyes. "Sounds too risky," he began, voice soft, but firm, "as I can see where the situation could easily go wrong. Though, what I would like to know, is what happens once we get inside? And that is if we manage to get inside." Kurapika speculated, uncertain of how circumstances like that would even play out.

To him, it came off as hasty and perfunctory, leaving them at a possible disadvantage. If Caleb didn't accept it, then what? The prospect of utilizing more cogent methods to get the eyes was an aspect that Kurapika wanted to avoid, if possible.

Yet, it appeared to be their best option, or their only option if he was to avoid conflict.

Chrollo didn't blame his lover's skepticism, nor his concerns. They were still taking a huge risk in any regard. "I plan to give the man an excuse that will let me search his flat. It should be simplistic and unsuspicious so I can get away long enough to find the eyes. Don't worry, babe. What I have proposed should work." He reached over and stroked gently over Kurapika's cheek to coax his Kurta lover into remaining calm. If anything, the necklace and the stone he carried would also help with that.

Blue eyes closed when the warmth of those fingers contacted his skin, but Kurapika still had his reservations. It was hard to ignore the concern that something may go wrong, but he accepted it anyway. The confidence Chrollo had was sufficient and impelled him into agreeing. "Alright," Kurapika muttered, and he automatically leaned into the touch. "I just pray this works." Was all he said before breathing out slowly. It just seemed their missions continued to get harder with each one.

Kurapika's reaction caused a smile to form its way over Chrollo's visage, and he dipped down just enough to place a soft kiss to the corner of the younger man's lips. "It will. Trust me." He reassured, then straightened.

A snort exited from Kurapika's throat at the notion, but he merely nodded in acceptance to his lover's declaration. If all went well, they would walk away with the eyes scot-free and without any chance of inciting conflict. Caleb was an artist who apparently had his works on display at the local museum, so there was a chance he would buy into their little farce. Kurapika silently prayed that it actually worked.

Once he was prepared, Chrollo also nodded in acknowledgment and turned to face the door. There was a momentary pause before he delivered a robust knock to the surface of it. They both fell quiet while waiting until the sound of locks clicking open disrupted the silence.

Seconds later, the door slipped open, and the face of a spry, young man with brown hair and hazel eyes appeared in the entryway. He looked them both up and down curiously before deciding to speak. "Yes?" The man uttered and stared at them from over the rim of his glasses. "Can I help you with something?"

Chrollo didn't wait for Kurapika to answer, nor did he give his lover a chance to. As usual, he preferred to do the talking. "Ah, I believe you can. I presume you're Caleb Easterman?" He questioned while deploying his most charming smile. Chrollo knew he had to inveigle the man if they were going to bamboozle him.

Curiosity etched its way further the artist's narrow face, though he felt an air of prudence making him hesitate. He casually pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose before answering. "I am," Caleb responded carefully. "Who are you?" He immediately questioned after that, the suspicion apparent in his voice.

The grin Chrollo sported only expanded, but he continued on with their glamor. "My name is Kuroro Rushirufuru, and my companion is Curapika Bidadari. We have come to speak to you about your paintings." He paused but retained his composure while continuing to lay on the charm. Chrollo could tell Caleb's attention was sparked by the mention of his paintings. "I have recently visited the exhibition gallery at Old Zephyrium's museum, and as a connoisseur in the fine arts, I am interested in your works and was entertaining the idea of possibly talking about purchasing one of your other pieces?" He finalized, although Chrollo had taken the time to overly sweeten his words. With luck, the man would bite.

For a moment, Caleb was contemplative. It wasn't every day that he had people inquiring about his artwork, nor was it frequent to get those who appreciated it enough to buy them. While he was still a bit uncertain regarding the suddenness of the men outside his door, the taller man did seem genuinely interested. "To be honest, I am quite surprised that anyone has ever expressed any interest in tracking me down just to buy one of my paintings, but I cannot deny that I am flattered by it. That said, I suppose we can discuss the topic." He stated, then pulled the door open entirely before gesturing with his hand. "Why don't you both come in?" Caleb offered and stepped aside.

There was no hesitation when the man offered to let them into his home, and Chrollo felt a flutter of success waver through him. Generally, he was good at persuasion, and manipulating people to his will at times was relatively easy. As it was with Caleb. He bowed formally before sweeping past the man and into his flat.

Kurapika had watched the exchange with silent intrigue. However, he refrained from commenting as Chrollo insisted on doing the negotiating, but when their target willfully allowed them inside, he followed his lover just as quickly. To a fault, Kurapika was surprised that Chrollo had managed to convince the man of his sham, or much less to invite them into his home.

As Kurapika also slipped passed, he thanked Caleb, though he knew they still had to locate the eyes now they had been granted admittance.

The interior of the flat actually was quite impressive, considering the man's choice of profession. Several shelves delineated the living room - which the front door immediately led into - and was stocked to the brim with various statues, pots, and even abstract art that sat neatly arranged. Multitudes of pictures hung from the walls that were also framed by a few small tables that housed things from photos to statues. At the center was a plush contemporary furniture set that was, strangely enough, decked out in zebra-like patterning, while a dark, thick coffee table sat in the middle.

Chrollo swept into the main area, Kurapika on his heels just as Caleb came around them, and practically gestured for them to sit.

"Make yourselves at home." He commented before lifting a thin finger to push the glasses along the bridge of his nose again. "I'll go put on a pot of tea, or coffee if you'd prefer?" Caleb questioned, his demeanor staying almost professional in nature. The idea he had potential customers still amazed him.

Both of them sat down respectively on the two plush chairs that sat side by side, but across from the sofa, and Chrollo nodded in conformation to the man's inquiry. "Coffee would be sufficient." He responded, although Kurapika said nothing. Chrollo knew his lover would have preferred that, anyway.

Once Caleb exited the room to go into the kitchen area, his attention landed on the younger man beside him. It was easy to tell that his lover was analytical regarding their situation from the aporetic expression on his visage. Though, Chrollo didn't blame him. Now they were inside Caleb's flat, Kurapika was still in the dark about his plan to search the premises for the eyes.

"You still want to know I intend to proceed now that we are inside," Chrollo stated, and almost instantaneously, the younger man's eyes locked with his own. The intensity behind them spoke for itself, but he still didn't mean to keep his lover out of the loop. He just hoped that Kurapika had faith in him to come through regardless, as he intended to keep his word no matter the circumstances.

A flash of rumination swept over Kurapika's countenance, and there was no holding back that he was apprehensive without knowing what to expect from their current point. His mouth was left in a perpetual frown, unable to conceal the apprehension he felt, yet he had the desire to be informed.

Whatever Chrollo was planning, he wanted some inclination, not to be left guessing. "Of course, I want to know. How else am I supposed to help or even have some clue what to do if you keep me in the dark? While I entrust that you'll make this work, I would still like to have an idea of what is going on," Kurapika uttered quietly after leaning closer to his lover. Though he added emphasis to his statement, not wanting to be taken lightly. "Plus, I want to limit our time here as much as possible to reduce any chance of giving ourselves away." He furthered, eyes narrowed.

The response didn't shock Chrollo as he figured it was going to be the younger man's answer, but he leaned back in the chair he was in, expression becoming marginally somber. Naturally, Kurapika wasn't wrong when he said that he may be needed. When it came time to search Caleb's flat, he would require Kurapika's help to keep the man occupied. Otherwise, the mission would inevitably fail. So, making Kurapika aware of the plan was necessary.

He hummed, attention falling solidly on the young Kurta beside him. "Alright then," Chrollo began, but he remained alert in case Caleb returned before he finished, "I'll tell you. Just promise to follow my instruction. If you don't, this could possibly end in failure."

Kurapika's expression hardened, but he nodded in concurrence. "You have my word."

"Fantastic," Chrollo responded, and he crossed one leg over the other before steepling his fingers. "Basically, the general idea is to strike up a conversation with Caleb regarding his paintings, leading him to believe we are potential customers seeking to buy his work. Once he is reeled in, I plan to excuse myself on the pretenses of needing to use the restroom. It should give me a chance to search through the rest of the home. After that, is where you come in." He concluded, then paused when Kurapika tilted his head to the side. Chrollo could tell he was partially at odds with the notion.

When Kurapika neglected to respond, Chrollo cleared his throat and resumed. "I will need you to keep him distracted as I take the time to look around. The eyes are somewhere in his home, but not in our immediate area."

There was a brief pause as he took a moment to process what Chrollo said, but in truth, Kurapika had already expected to receive such a response. Not that he was entirely opposed to the idea, but since he wasn't an expert when it came to the exquisite and refined, Kurapika had no clue how he was going to hold the man's attention.

Damn Chrollo for putting him into such a position. He should be the one to stay behind instead of going to locate the eyes.

Still, Kurapika was sure there would be no way of changing his lover's mind. "As you wish." He commented, though flatly.

"Good," Chrollo replied just before Caleb returned to the room. He carried a tray with three porcelain mugs complete with steam rising from the tops and several different types of creamer. The man set the tray down on the heavy coffee table, then took a seat on the sofa across from his two visitors. He offered each one of them a mug afterward.

A faint smile accented his thin, tanned lips. "I wasn't sure if either of you preferred milk or sugar for your coffee, but there are also several types of flavored creamer and takes the place of those," Caleb mentioned and proceeded to pick the one up that contained nutmeg and poured it into his cup. Clinking echoed throughout the room once he dipped a spoon into it, and began stirring. "I personally find those seem to taste better." He added and set the utensil aside.

Such an aspect piqued Chrollo's interest, and the Genei Ryodan leader reached for the bottle labeled salted caramel after taking the dark blue mug closest to him. From the corner of his eye, he saw Kurapika take the white cup without hesitation, but unlike the rest of them, he added a slight amount of milk and sugar to his. His lover really was stringent when it came to anything sweet. There was no contradicting the fact that he tended to avoid anything classified as sugary.

Much to his surprise, the coffee had a pleasant taste with the flavored creamer added to it. Chrollo found that it wasn't nectarous or overpowering to him, which left him wondering if Kurapika wouldn't have liked it. He took another sip before letting his eyes fall on his precious angel beside him. "It's excellent," Chrollo stated, though a bit more cheerily than expected.

Kurapika merely huffed in response. "I'll take your word for it." And focused on the cup in his hands.

The raven-head chuckled but was interrupted when a cough drew his focus back towards Caleb, who watched them absently. "So," he murmured, "you mentioned coming to see me because of your interest in my paintings? Mind that I ask what particular aspects drew you to them?" Caleb furthered, curiosity apparent in his voice again.

Several seconds passed before Chrollo said anything, but he took another draw from his mug before gingerly setting it aside. Now was the time to lure their target in. "As someone who has a particular penchant for the finer things, namely the elegant and recherché, your paintings have captivated these very aspects. It isn't often that I come across items of this type of value, which I generally like to add to my collection." He paused and scrupulously observed the man across from him. The temptation that seemed to accent in Caleb's hazel eyes was enough reason for him to believe he was reeling the artist in.

Getting him excited was part of Chrollo's plan. Making the man presuppose the tale getting fed to him was the ultimate goal. Only a little more and Chrollo was sure he would have their unsuspecting target hook, line, and sinker.

"Fascinating," Caleb stated, although flabbergasted and reclined against the couch, arms now outstretched along the back of it, "as not many people have viewed my work in such a generous light. You truly must appreciate what I compose." He continued, admiration flowing abundantly in practically every word.

"Yes, that's right, bask in the glow of prevarication." Chrollo's mind whispered to him, and his lips nearly peeled into a toothy grin. How gullible. The man was proving easier to rope in then he previously expected. Before they knew it, he and Kurapika would have the eyes in hand and long gone before Caleb even realized it. Everything was going quite well. Thankfully. "To say the least," he began and then leaned forward slightly, "which deserves recognition. I can spot mastery when I see it."

"Humans can be so easy to manipulate." His thoughts conveyed. "So many of them are like sheep." It was so amusing just how accurate that proved to be. Chrollo couldn't stop the entertainment it brought him by exploiting such nuances. He loved it.

Caleb lifted a hand to gently push his glasses up, but he didn't conceal the gratified smirk that became plastered to his lips. The gentleman across from him definitely knew his way around art, and it was evident that he had spent a decent amount of time in such circles. While he was an aspiring artist rising in the ranks, the individual before him had vast experience. "How kind of you." He stated. "It's good to know there are people who appreciate what I do."

"Just a little more." The voice echoed within his ears. Chrollo knew it wouldn't be much longer.

"I am only speaking the truth." He vocalized and picked his cup up once more. Chrollo watched Caleb from carefully over the rim. "Someone like you should be entitled to notoriety. Your work shows that much."

The grin on Caleb's face expanded at his guest's compliment. Garnering that type of reputation had been tough, yet the other man saw precisely that. He worked hard and should be noticed. "Right right. You know how to call it, right?" Caleb took another sip from his coffee before placing it down. "That said, shall we discuss which of my paintings you desire for your collection?" He asked, this time, almost urgently.

"Bingo! Gotcha!" The voice roared out, and Chrollo realized that he had been successful. Caleb Easterman really was naive, just as he was greedy. That made it easy to take advantage. "Ah, yes, I don't see why not." Now was the time to implement the second part of his plan so he could search for the eyes. "However, before we do, mind if I excuse myself for a moment? I would like to use the restroom before we get down to negotiating." Chrollo stood to emphasize the statement made.

Caleb was pulled from his onset reverie, and his eyes followed the man as he stood. The upturn to his lips never wavered. "No problem. It's down the hall on the left at the end." He paused before pointing in the direction of the long walkway that was just beside him. "You can't miss it," Caleb concluded.

"Alright." Chrollo took a few steps forward, but stopped and turned to look at Kurapika, then Caleb before resuming. "I shouldn't be too long."

"Take your time." The artist responded and went back to drinking his coffee. "I'll be here waiting with your companion."

Chrollo gave a slight nod of the head, and wasted not another second meandering down the hallway he was directed to. Now was his chance to locate the pair of Scarlet Eyes.

He trailed down the rather lengthy hallway at a slow gait, only stopping when he was practically on top of the door that led to the bathroom. Before he proceeded any further, Chrollo gazed over his shoulder to ensure that no one - mainly Caleb - had decided to follow or watch him. While Chrollo had decided he would act fast as he conducted his search, he still wanted to err on the side of caution. The sound of voices made its way down the foyer and to his ears, telling him that Kurapika had managed to strike up a conversation with the spry man, but even then, he had no intention of dawdling. Chrollo ignored the lingering buzz and turned to realize that another room sat just across from him.

With one last glance, he ducked through the door, which opened up into a rather large bedroom. Immediately, Chrollo guessed it had to be the place that Caleb slept in. He quickly began searching the area, the first thing which caught his attention was a large closet that sat opposite of where he was positioned. Carefully, Chrollo pulled open the opposing doors, the two sliding apart with ease to reveal a rather extensive wardrobe. He riffled through, taking the time to separate the articles hanging nearly from their hangers to ensure that nothing was shrouded behind. Finding nothing, he turned his attention to the large trunk that sat at the foot of the man's moderately ornate bed.

Fortunately, it wasn't locked, and after popping the two latches, Chrollo raised the heavy lid to find multitudes of clothes inside. Gently, he rummaged through them, his fingers glossing over the articles gently, each one feeling like satin, and when he finally picked one up, Chrollo took notice that each piece seemed to be parts of a rather intricate costume. His lips curved upward into a faint smile - Chrollo supposed Caleb had been to his fair share of costume balls in his time, but judging from the kind of costume he had, the raven-head could only surmise.

Casting the article aside, he continued pushing the items around until he reached the bottom to find nothing. He sighed and put everything back into the trunk before snapping it closed again.

More and more, it felt like the eyes were not present within the bedroom; however, Chrollo did one more final sweep to be sure. After turning up empty-handed, he exited the bedroom and back into the hallway.

Two more rooms sat at the end, which Chrollo made sure to investigate extensively, though much to his chagrin, neither of them contained the lone pair of Scarlet Eyes. The aspect had him wondering if they weren't really there, or by some rare happenstance that Shalnark had been wrong, but even that was hard to believe. Yet, one area was left for him to inspect, and if luck were still on his side, the eyes would be there.

Soundlessly, Chrollo approached the door, and sturdy fingers took hold of the brass handle. It creaked the moment he turned it, but after it was pushed aside, he found himself standing inside what he instantly recognized as a significant art room.

Numerous paintings, both finished and unfinished, lined the walls in stacks, while a few different sized tables were situated about the room, each one filled with various craft supplies. In the center, sat an easel. Sitting upon it, a canvas, that when Chrollo inspected it, seemed to be in the process of getting worked on.

The room was vast and was virtually an artist's dream. Everything from paints in a vast array of colors, to stacks of charcoal, and supplies for wood carving were scattered about the room. Many different sized paintbrushes sat on one table, and on another, he noticed there were supplies for molding clay. Nearly all that could be associated with crafting was inside the room, which practically impressed Chrollo. Not once had he seen so much of the like collected in one place. It was easy to tell that Caleb was indeed very devoted.

Slowly he crept further into the room, eyes darting around as he started searching, urgency in his step while progressing on. Chrollo headed for the very center when his attention was suddenly drawn towards something off to the very left of the room.

As he got closer, the glint of metal and the shine of glass reflected beneath the rays of the sun as it radiated over a small pedestal that housed a container with two scarlet hued eyeballs.

He came to a stop before it, and Chrollo's eyes deviated from the unadorned container to an incomplete sketch that laid just off to the side. The image was a near-perfect replica of what sat floating within the clear fluid, and Chrollo felt a twinge of both admiration, but also disgust flood through his gut. From the looks of it, Caleb was studying the Scarlet Eyes and using them as a subject for his art experimentations. The idea made him feel regret for Kurapika, though if his lover knew, surely the younger man would lose it.

It made him glad that Kurapika wasn't there.

Right away, Chrollo summoned Skill Hunter, and from within in it, Fun Fun cloth. Moments later, the canister with the eyes vanished inside, and then his book right after.

Now, he needed to get back to Kurapika. Since he had secured the eyes, it was time to leave and fast.

Returning to the main room didn't take him long, and almost the second he entered, Caleb's focus was promptly on him. Chrollo made sure to put back on his most charismatic smile, and he went to stand beside Kurapika.

"Welcome back," Caleb stated, eyes locked heavily on the tall, raven-haired man, and he deliberately set aside his mug. "Your companion was just telling me about his fondness for literature while you were gone."

Chrollo's gaze flashed between Caleb and Kurapika, but he kept a profound expression of adept sincerity on his countenance. "I see," he responded enthusiastically despite his urgency. "It is something both he and I have in common," Chrollo furthered, but he didn't cease his speech. "However, do you mind if we cut this short? There is an important matter that my partner and I must attend to." His eyes darted to Kurapika once more when he saw the younger man had prepared a retort, but with a subtle gesture, his lover settled without protest.

"That is most unfortunate," Caleb stated, and his attention shifted between the two men across from him. "I do hope that everything is okay."

Discreetly, Chrollo slid his arm around Kurapika when the younger man stood, and his fingers tapped along his lover's hip to further indicate that his search had been a success. "I hope so. I received an urgent phone call right before returning that is requesting both of our presences. I am afraid that we will have to conduct business at some other time." The smile on his lips turned down slightly to feign disappointment, and he then nodded in Caleb's direction. At least the man didn't appear suspicious by his sudden claim.

"It's understandable. While regrettable, hopefully, we can reconvene at a later date to continue our discussion."

His grip tightened around Kurapika as he nodded again in affirmation to the artist's statement. "Most assuredly," Chrollo affirmed, his grin returning. "I'll be sure to."

Caleb gestured for his guests to follow him to the door as they stepped through it and back into the brightly lit hallway. "Till then. I appreciate you both stopping by." He concluded and gently closed it behind them, leaving Chrollo and Kurapika alone once more.

Instantly, Kurapika rounded on his lover, icy blue eyes steeled and hard. "I sincerely hope that you know what you're doing, because-" A finger to his lips, along with a satisfied smirk on Chrollo's visage was enough to silence him mid-sentence. Kurapika huffed as the finger was pulled away.

"I got them, babe, no further need to stress." He reaffirmed and let his grin expand a little more. Kurapika's expression shifted from a rolling thunderhead, to complete astonishment. Seeing the transition pleased him even more.

Composing himself took several seconds, but Kurapika pulled himself together rather swiftly. He was nearly convinced that Chrollo had botched the mission. Thankfully, he was wrong. "Really? I had thought-" The abrupt feel of lips over his own had suppressed any need to speak, though Kurapika didn't waste time meshing into it. Warmth instantly seeped through his skin, comforting, yet inviting, and he allowed himself to become caught up in the moment despite the fact they were still in public. His eyes slipped closed soon after, leaving Kurapika unable to stop his apprehension from melting away.

They stood there, lips moving almost feverishly against one another as the rhythmic, unified beating of their hearts was the only sound heard. Time slipped past unhindered, and before Kurapika knew it, Chrollo had pulled away to leave the both of them standing there breathless. His eyes locked with the older man's, and Kurapika virtually became lost within them until the skin of Chrollo's palm contacted his cheek.

"You underestimate me, angel." He commented teasingly. Chrollo absolutely adored it when his lover neglected to take him seriously. Kurapika had a habit of forgetting exactly who he was and that he was a master thief. At times, Chrollo wondered if the younger man did it on purpose, but regardless, it was cute when he did. It made him fall in love with Kurapika that much more. The blond indeed was special. He let his grin slightly fade, and reluctantly, pulled his hand away. "That said, we should probably get out of here," Chrollo said with finality.

Arguing any further with the older man was clearly not going to happen, so Kurapika agreed without any resistance. Chrollo was right, at least when it came down to them leaving. "Alright." He responded, and fell into step beside his lover when the raven-head turned to start walking back down the long hallway. There definitely was no point in lingering around any longer as they had what they came for. Lest either of them wished to invoke the possibility of getting found out - especially once Caleb learned the eyes were missing from his place - getting far away was their best option.

In the end, they had completed their mission.

Kurapika and Chrollo fell into reticence as they resumed heading back to their hotel, both of them only focused on leaving before anyone could alter their perfect plan. They soon exited the building without hindrance and back into the moderately busy streets of Old Zephyrium as it was gradually left behind.

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Afterthoughts: I hope everyone enjoyed this installment despite the lengthy delay in its release. Honestly, I am surprised it managed to get as long as it did, but I won't deny that, while there were setbacks, I did enjoy writing it. One of the aspects I do like to give attention to (but also like focusing on) is the emotional, but connective development between Chrollo and Kurapika. It paves the way for character growth, yet, it also shows how, over time, they are continuing to bond on more than just a superficial level. Of course, Kurapika still has his morals and convictions that he has to contend with as he finds his way while making changes in his life, but getting to see those changes, I think it helps to make the story more exciting and shows a greater depth of character growth.

Expect for more aspects like this as the fic progresses, but I do promise that there will be much more action and drama along the way. :O Our two boys still have quite a ways to go before finally getting to where they want to be, but I assure you there will be many more surprises along the way. The next chapter, however, will be a special treat since there haven't been any special ones for some time, so expect that as well. ;)