A/N: Hello everyone! So, initially I had planned to release this chapter last week, but since there was so much material that I wanted to get through, and there was a particular point that I wanted to end it at (plus I also had a set chapter limit for this arc), I wasn't able to keep it within the general word count that I usually set for most chapters. It got so large, that I had to break it down into two separate ones, so this installment comes with a two chapter release. :) Thankfully, I was able to make it work just as I did the last time I had to release two chapters after one got too long and had to be broken down. But hey! At least it's a bonus for everyone else. :P
On the flipside, with how long it's taking to finish the DC arc, this may potentially increase RoF's chapter limit. Which has been extended once already. If that ends up the case (which I will know once I get closer to the end) I will make an announcement about it.
And as usual, this chapter is of course, not beta'd. SweetsDreamer has been extremely busy between work (and continuing her education) so she hasn't really been able to do any proofing - though she is trying! Once she manages to get through any backlogged chapters, I will upload the revised version.
Summary: Tensions rise as the situation on the Black Whale becomes increasingly difficult and relationships between the competing royals continues to break down. Kurapika and Chrollo must find a way to ensure stability while keeping them, plus Queen Oito and Princess Woble safe.
"So, it's an entire week until the next banquet. Then, one hour is a hundred and fifty days. Twenty-four hours is ten years. And one week is…" the person's thoughts trailed off before continuing, "that's not realistic. Continuing on like that would be impossible. And… Dangerous. Which it already is."
A single finger came to rest just beneath Kurapika's lower lip as he mulled over every possibility there was for remaining in his current state, though none appeared relatively feasible. Each calculation boiled down to about the same conclusion; he could only maintain Emperor Time and Stealth Dolphin for a few more hours roughly. Keeping it active for much longer would result in catastrophic ramifications. There was just no way to keep it going for the next seven days.
Not unless he wanted to invoke the worst conceivable outcome.
It was something that Kurapika didn't want to think about, as he had been given so many reasons to do otherwise.
"You still have a future to live for."
"With friends who care."
"And a partner that loves you."
Each of them was enough and had solidified his decision so long ago. But their backs were up against the wall, and the skill contained within Stealth Dolphin had to be transferred, or it would be lost entirely. Kurapika dreaded the thought of exactly what may happen if he forcibly pushed his limits. And even then, going to that extreme would cause more problems that neither he nor the others needed. Bill and Chrollo had been through a lot already. Amar was tense, and clearly, the queen was distressed along with the princess.
After what happened recently, Kurapika didn't want to add any more to their perpetually growing list.
Despite that it was necessary to keep Emperor Time currently active, he wanted to transfer it as soon as possible.
It was bad enough that Chrollo more than likely suspected him already considering the nature of his ability, but if his lover knew - which he would have to reveal it at some point - the shit would hit the fan and quite literally. Kurapika shivered again at the thought.
The sensation of a hand touching his arm drew Kurapika from his introspection and gazed toward his side to notice Chrollo standing there. Naturally, the older man looked concerned.
"Are you okay?" He inquired with a slight head tilt. The palm of his hand then came to rest firmly on Kurapika's shoulder. Chrollo pursed his lips together.
Seeing his lover's expression tugged briefly at Kurapika's heart. Getting used to people caring or showing him affection had been difficult, but it had already become a welcomed part of his life, and the prospect of upsetting those closest bothered him. Still, they had a duty to fulfill, and Kurapika wasn't about to abandon that. So instead, he would just do whatever he could to mitigate the damage. Afterward, he and Chrollo would eventually sort it all out.
For now, they had to protect the queen while his friends and the Spiders searched for the eyes.
"Yes, I will be fine," Kurapika lied, but he didn't want to worry Chrollo. So he made sure to conceal his emotions thoroughly. "There is just a lot going on."
Hopefully, Chrollo wouldn't notice.
His grip on Kurapika's shoulder tightened, and Chrollo merely nodded. Usually, he suspected the younger man was lying any time he claimed to be 'fine,' especially after a harrowing event, and yet, it seemed this time Kurapika was sincere. He raised an eyebrow, not entirely sure if his lover may have been attempting to fool him, but he gave Kurapika the benefit of the doubt.
Chrollo still didn't like it when Kurapika neglected to tell him when something was wrong. It was a bad habit that his lover had.
He gave Kurapika's shoulder another reassuring - and loving - squeeze before moving his hand away and placing it plus the other into the pocket of his blazer. "So, what now?" Chrollo asked curiously.
"Well, there is the matter of Sayrid's ability, as it still needs to be transferred. I cannot hold onto borrowed ones indefinitely." Kurapika turned from the older man and let his attention fall on Oito, who watched him uncertainly. Both of his arms then became out outstretched, fingers splayed. "Your majesty?" He addressed her softly, though his eyes locked with Oito's. "I am quite sure this is all confusing, but, unfortunately, there is a time limit to use the ability."
The statement had immediately snapped Oito's thoughts to the severity of their current situation, and she breathed in deep but slow. Her mind was, to a fault, still trying to process what had transpired not long before, though she couldn't stop now. Lingering on everything they had already endured would only set them back even though it was hard.
What happened with Vincent surely wasn't the last.
"Honestly," she began, voice trembling slightly, "I am unsure of what to do. None of this is easy for me." Oito cradled Woble close and began rocking her with slow, gentle motions, so the infant remained asleep. It had taken a while to get her calm enough to stop crying.
"Well," Kurapika responded, sensing her hesitation, "the ability to control a small animal is well suited for investigation. Using it to spy on the other princes and princesses would be highly advantageous." He paused before quickly scoping the room for a perfect specimen. Though small animals weren't abundant, especially on a ship, insects were different and provided a second option. "Ideally," Kurapika continued after not finding anything initially, "a fly or mosquito would be best as they can travel through the air and are generally pervasive and inconspicuous. After one is found, give the order to the dolphin and it will take care of everything up to hitting the target."
Kurapika let his gaze sweep over the room one more time before shifting between Chrollo, Bill, Amar, and finally back to Oito. He knew that time was of the essence and that it was essential to complete the task given to the queen as the conditions for Emperor Time were harsh and extreme.
In the back of his mind, he heard Stealth Dolphin inquire about the skill he took from Vincent, which in turn would allow him to absorb another one, but the risks were too high. Granted, loading it would give him some insight into what kind of ability it was and then use it right away, but not knowing if it had a high bar for activation made Kurapika hesitant to react. The chance that it would turn out to be problematic and unusable was bad enough and would force him to keep Emperor Time active.
Which he didn't want to happen if the ability turned out to be complicated or entirely unusable. Every second shortened his life by one hour. Continuing with it for too long would ultimately result in his death.
And that wasn't an option.
For a moment, Chrollo invaded his thoughts, and the notion of the older man losing him made Kurapika feel a twinge of guilt. It was no different regarding Amar as well. He remembered just how tightly bonded they were, especially with Chrollo, as Kurapika truly loved the man. However, it was the same even for Chrollo, and Kurapika didn't want to leave behind the one person who made him feel whole again. Chrollo meant everything and more.
The love they shared was strong and ran deep. There was no changing that. Chrollo had shown him the world and how there was so much to live for. They were each other's salvation.
And now their hearts were beating as one.
With a sigh, Kurapika disregarded Stealth Dolphin's request and turned to face Bill and Chrollo, respectively. The sooner they found something to manipulate with Sayrid's ability, the better.
Kurapika could already tell that Emperor Time was starting to take its toll.
"So, what now?" Bill spoke up a minute later, his brow furrowing in skepticism.
The question made Kurapika hum softly. "We should split up and search the room. Amar, you stay with the queen and princess. I am sure that we will find something sooner or later." Practically the second Kurapika finished speaking, the phone rang. It nearly made everyone jump. "Shimano, can you answer the call?" He added.
The woman nodded, and right before Kurapika could exit the room with Bill and Chrollo, Shimano called out to him while balancing the device on her shoulder and covering the receiver with a hand. "Excuse me, sir, but the call is for you."
Consternation quickly worked its way over Kurapika's visage, and he ceased moving to stand beside the older servant. She eyed him anxiously. "Who is it?" He stated.
Shimano shuffled from foot to foot while fingering the receiver. It was clear the woman was nervous. "Actually," she stammered, "there are three of them. First Prince Benjamin, Third Prince, Zhang Lei, and Fifth Prince Tubeppa."
Dismay instantly changed Kurapika's mood. The fact that three royals were attempting to make contact with him at once was beyond jarring. His eyes briefly flared a bright scarlet.
It was something that Chrollo had quickly noticed.
"Interesting." He uttered, his brows reaching the base of his headband. "Why exactly would three of them call at once?" Chrollo let his gaze settle on Oito, almost searching her face for answers, but it shifted to Kurapika before she realized it.
"Generally," Oito spoke up a second later, "the calls are taken in order of rank, but now–" she paused to breathe, her eyes falling closed, "it could be easily interpreted as hostile towards the others left on hold."
Silence fell between them as the weight of the situation began to gradually sink in. Kurapika frowned as he contemplated the reasoning for the multiple phone calls, though it was relatively obvious as to why? Ever since he announced the existence of Nen Beasts and Nen itself, several factors have made themselves known, and quite blatantly. The desire to learn more about both had made him a prime target, although he hadn't anticipated that Oito and Woble would get tangled in the crossfire.
Every step they took and the further their involvement made it seem grim, but Kurapika understood the risks and made the gambit anyway. Somehow, they would also get through this.
Kurapika sighed then closed his eyes. "This is true." He commented slowly before reopening them. "If either of the princes become suspicious and think we colluded with the person who we spoke to first, there would be no way to prove that even if we deny it."
For the first time, it felt as if the walls were closing in, and Kurapika couldn't stop the grunt that exited his throat. Getting put practically in between a rock and a hard place only complicated matters and added pressure that he didn't need.
There was no denying the other princes and princesses were exerting the power they had.
"Yes," Oito continued. Her expression darkened. "If either of the remaining royals hangs up while waiting, it will essentially be a declaration of war."
Again, it felt as if everything was caving in, and Kurapika's chest tightened. It appeared that no matter what they did, they would end up invoking the worst possible outcome. Defusing the bombs that were slowly ticking around them seemed endless. No matter what, it was just one disaster after another. His frown deepened, and Kurapika could sense his chains quivering in reflection of his mood. Figuring a way out of this would be harder than he thought.
The sound of impatient shuffling snapped Kurapika from his unrelenting worries, and he noticed that Chrollo was staring at him intently. The older man harbored a mix of concern and intrigue. "So, what are we going to do now?" He commented flatly, both arms crossed over his chest.
Kurapika was nearly at a loss for words.
Yet, before he could speak, the doorbell ringing cut him off, and immediately, Kurapika's attention snapped towards the entrance.
Everyone else in the room did the same in near unison.
"Who could that be?" Amar's voice rang out within his head, and Kurapika sighed. Between the demands from the royals and now someone else attempting to infiltrate them, he didn't think they would ever catch a break. Their situation only continued to get worse and worse.
The fluorescent bulbs in the room flickered as they illuminated the area with a near blinding light, its presence fully encompassing everything that it could reach. Entering the ample space was difficult, but dealing with the overbearing radiance simply made it worse. Ignoring the nagging intrusion was easy as facing much newer problems was a more significant distraction.
At least, to Phinks, it was.
Practically the moment they had managed to slip past the checkpoint between deck three and four - which didn't go as smoothly or unemphatic as planned - it seemed that someone had already been aware of their presence. Several rough-looking individuals, both men, and women, confronted them before getting instantly boxed in.
For more than a few long minutes, both groups had a standoff. Phinks grabbed his shoulder while Feitan and Nobunaga's hands itched eagerly for their swords. The boys had since fallen into defensive stances, though two metallic-appearing Yo-Yos rested within Killua's tight grip. Despite their initial plan, Phinks had considered tossing caution to the wind and just laying waste to everyone around them. It wouldn't have been the first time that he or his comrades had to inevitably destroy those who challenged them by getting in the way, but as soon as he had given the signal to the others and began empowering his arm, one of their opposers stepped forward.
A woman with short, light-brown hair that had dark undertones and weary eyes scanned over them intently, the weight of her aura thick but menacing. "So," she began in a slow, lazy drawl, "rumor has it that a small group of people had made quite the stir on deck four. We were dispatched to watch the halls in case they were attempting to make their way here, and it seems that turned out to be the case."
Following her words, the others surrounding the intruders deliberately closed in, yet, each step they took was done cautiously. Phinks wasted no time preparing to fight, and he even heard Feitan mutter a few incoherent words - ones that were probably in his native tongue - under his breath.
It was hard to believe the mafia was onto them so fast.
Phinks's mouth curled into a deeper frown, his forehead creasing although he had no eyebrows. "Ha," he balked, the frown slowly fading and getting replaced by a mocking smirk, "it's not as if we had any choice in the matter." Phinks kept his posture rigid, obviously not about to back down regardless of the woman's threats. Instead, his Nen surged, meeting her own intensity. "What do you want?" The smirk dropped from his lips again.
There was an immediate look of amusement in the woman's dark eyes, something that foretold she was intrigued by their determination but also their provocation. Such a level of contempt, while admirable, would also be their downfall.
She placed a hand on her hip, the expression on her becoming more enthralled. "Is that so?" The woman's gaze traveled from him to those within the ring. "I heard quite a different story. As for what I want? To know why you are even here."
It was evident from the woman's posture and tone of voice that she was definitely intolerant and had no compulsion of letting them go, the people surrounding them remaining steadfast. From the way the situation was going, it appeared more and more that he and the others were going to end up fighting them, not that he was complaining. Phinks understood what their Danchou had said and that remaining clandestine was of the utmost importance, but unfortunately, it was beyond that now.
Finding the royal vault was their only objective, even if they could no longer do so covertly.
If it was a fight these people wanted, well then, he was gladly ready to give it to them.
"We're looking for something," Phinks responded dryly, his eyes boring directly into hers. "As for what it is? That's none of your business."
Practically the moment the words left his mouth, the amused expression dropped from the woman's countenance, and she sneered immediately. A crude-looking weapon appeared in her hand. "Well, if that is the case–" Her voice trailed off, and she shot a quick glance to those beside her, then to the rest. "You leave me with no other choice. My mistress would not like the idea of random strangers snooping around for unknown reasons. Though I am not entirely sorry for what is about to happen." And without saying anything more, the woman grinned again. This time, it was malevolent in nature.
"Great," Nobunaga commented, his voice bland. "At least we can now get this over with. I was starting to grow tired of listening to her annoying drivel." Then, in one graceful, elegant motion, he quickly removed his sword from its sheath, the blade gleaming vibrantly beneath the artificial light of the hallway.
The ringing of metal soon followed as more weapons were swiftly drawn. Feitan drew his own sword from where he carried it, the umbrella handle resting firmly against his wrist. Gon and Killua shifted nervously behind him, but neither boy was intimidated by the foes that barricaded them in.
"Yes. Let us show these fools exactly who they're messing with," Feitan chimed in, his voice a slow drawl.
Immediately, the strange woman's expression morphed into one of pure delight as she hesitated not a second longer and began her advance on the Spiders. The accent to her posture spoke of a feline-like mentality, the movements predacious. "It's decided then." She uttered and rushed at them brashly. Seconds later, the rest of her group followed suit.
It was like a wave crashing against the battered shore as several dozen mafiosos came nearly full tilt at them, Phinks already having wound his arm and ready to deal some heavy blows. He could sense the same enthusiasm from both Feitan and Nobunaga. The boys, on the other hand, were carefully eyeing their opponents.
"I know we got this!" Gon barked out suddenly, his aura surging to life as the intensity of it soon became well known. "We can take them down!"
His announcement drew Killua's attention, but only briefly, as one of the unknown mafioso came rushing in his direction, which ultimately forced his attention to shift. The reaction caused him to lash out quickly with one of his Yo-Yos before the man's knife could reach him. Killua watched as he took a step back, though it wasn't long before the person charged toward him a second time.
At the current rate they were going, Gon would be on his own. Not that he couldn't handle himself. The young, amber-eyed boy was quite skilled.
With the Spiders at their backs, fighting their way past the mob wouldn't be much of an issue.
Killua prepared to attack as the man neared again, but instead, he wielded a gun instead of a knife. Nen flared around the mafioso, and Killua eyed him warily. There was no denying these people meant serious business.
Either way, they had to fight through the encroaching mafia members and find the hatch that connected deck three to the one above. Granted, the amount of resistance encountered along the way was relatively nothing to what probably lay in wait on the upper levels, but none of them had any choice. All information and clues pointed to that as the vault's location. If anything, the worse possible outcome was they learned it was actually on the top tier.
However, chances of that happening was slim to none.
All they had to do now was get past their current problem so they could find out for sure.
"Three calls from several royals all at once? Plus, another soldier is at our door, possibly sent from First Prince Benjamin again. What the hell should I do?"
Kurapika stood rather shocked, his mind reeling over the current turn of events as he tried processing everything that was taking place. First, there was the instance of the assassin that Prince Benjamin had sent to their quarters, and now he, plus two other princes, were attempting to contact him. The rationale behind it was something that Kurapika struggled to understand, as the chances were high they were already in a state of war over the death of the first soldier. Yet, another was sent to infiltrate them again.
None of it made any sense and didn't match the prince's expected reaction. Perhaps there was more going on than what met the eye. He could only speculate.
And yet, the other two royals were doubtlessly calling to glean information on the Nen Beasts.
"So, how are you planning to handle this?" Chrollo commented after a few tense moments, his eyes shifting between the frightened servant and the entrance to the Queen Oito's private quarters. It was improbable both the soldier and the royals on hold would wait for too long. On the other hand, Chrollo was ready to enact if the person standing at their door tried to attack any of them, especially Kurapika. Though, he would still do the same if the queen was also threatened. At the very least, she still had Amar to protect her.
The young Nacknar stood relatively close to her with his posture rigid and on high alert. It seemed that he really liked Oito and her daughter Woble. Amar had already stated that he would do whatever was necessary to protect them.
Because of that, it let him, Bill, and Kurapika focus on more direct, immediate threats. Like the one that presented itself at their door. After what happened with Vincent, they couldn't be too careful.
If they were lucky, Kurapika already had a strategy laid out to handle their current predicament.
Chrollo observed his lover carefully as the younger man appeared deep in thought. Afterward, those beautiful scarlet eyes met his own. It was strange that Kurapika had kept them in such a state for as long as he had, but there would be time to question him about it later. Nevertheless, getting to see them regardless of circumstance was quite satisfying.
Right before he could address Kurapika and snap him back to reality, Chrollo noticed those beautiful scarlet eyes had met with his own. It appeared as if his lover was still conflicted.
Kurapika's lips conformed into a thin line. "Honestly," he began, the tension in the room causing his chest to feel tight, "it would probably be best to speak with Prince Benjamin first. Doing so may very well pressure the other royals."
Although Chrollo helped him regain his senses, Kurapika could tell that his lover still sought him out for the answer. While the older man continued to seem eager and wanted to react in his own way, Kurapika could see that Chrollo staunchly awaited to be given direction.
Even now, he could tell that it wasn't any different.
"I'm inclined to agree with you," Bill added unexpectedly. His features appeared slightly weary, but there was a vein of tenacity underneath it all. "If there is any way to either hold the other royals at bay, or put us at a better advantage, then I would suggest going that route."
It was a factor that he had considered, which made the most sense. Kurapika nodded tersely at Bill before shifting his gaze back to Chrollo, then to Shimano. The woman stared at him with practically wide eyes. "Alright. Tell the soldier to wait outside, then have the switchboard take the call from the First Prince." He returned to facing Chrollo and Bill once more. "If both of you can watch the soldier, it would help exceptionally. There is no way to determine if he will attack, so we should be prepared, unlike last time." Kurapika paused and breathed in deeply as he tried to steady himself. "As for you, Amar," he then turned toward the young Nacknar, "make sure that you stay close to the queen and princess. Because of the high potential for assassins, the extra security is definitely warranted." The finality to his voice spoke of just how dire their situation was.
"Alright then. Leave it to us." Bill replied. Chrollo simply nodded.
"Don't worry. I won't allow anyone to threaten Oito or her daughter again." Amar confirmed a second later, the Nacknar devote in his word.
Pertaining that his previous bluff was successful, and the other royals believed they had a manipulator helping them, it meant they would proceed cautiously.
Kurapika knew they couldn't afford to second guess with so much still on the line.
He abstractly took the phone from Shimano and breathed out slowly. "Hello?" Kurapika answered formally, his fingers clutching the receiver tightly.
The voice that he heard on the other end practically shook him to the core. "I am honored that you took my call over First Prince Benjamin's. Though, I will say that it is quite surprising." A man's voice said, and Kurapika could only stare at the phone in sheer disbelief.
Whatever happened, something was amiss.
At first glance, there was no real indication of why he got connected to Third Prince Zhang Lei, but when his eyes darted over to Shimano, it only took Kurapika a matter of a second to realize that she must have been the one that switched the calls. He gripped the phone even tighter.
The verity of it prevented Kurapika from temporarily speaking as every thought, word, even plan went out the window, and he scrambled to find an alternate course of action. How the Third Prince chose to react was a factor that he hadn't immediately considered aside from the prospect of making contact only to acquire information on the unusual Nen Beasts.
Whether or not the man would be considerate of working with them was an entirely separate matter, and ensuring their discussion went smoothly was now a top priority.
Dwelling on it any longer wouldn't do him any good. Kurapika closed his eyes and breathed in slowly.
Before he could say anything, the prince resumed speaking. "Tell me," Zhang Lei impugned casually, "why did you take my call and not the First Prince's?"
So that was it? The Third Prince was already cutting straight to the chase by trying to gauge his sense of judgment and fortitude through imploring a direct response. From what Kurapika already knew, Zhang Lei was cunning and persuasive and had a compelling air about him. Even the man's voice seemed to ring with a touch of predominance. He was plainly one that required caution when dealing with him for any reason.
Choosing his words carefully was prudent. "Speaking frankly, I surmised that you would be the most reasonable one to address under the current circumstances."
There was a pause over the line as Zheng Lei quietly pondered what Kurapika said. Then he continued. "Oh? On what basis?" The man was genuinely curious.
"On the basis that it's probably information I have that you want. While I cannot reveal exactly what it is, I can say that it does have to do with Nen."
Touché. At least, the prince was now forced to negotiate regardless of his views or standpoint. Again Zhang Lei fell into silence as the man thought over his statement, obviously cognizant of just where their conversation was heading. Kurapika attempted to remain calm, focused, and stalwart. Working around the other royals wasn't easy, but it had to be done if they wanted to succeed. Plus, it also meant their continued survival.
Even Oito and Woble's survival.
Albeit everything, Kurapika still planned to uphold his vow see that through. It was the same for Chrollo and Bill as well. Though he was already aware that Amar would never probably forgive him if something happened to either of them. He could practically hear their Nacknar companion's words echoing in his mind.
The prince hummed and relayed his answer. "Alright, I'll get right to the point. As you already guessed, I want as much knowledge on Nen as I can get, but secrecy cannot be guaranteed over the phone. So–" Zhang Lei breathed out gradually, the intermission creating a brief moment of tension, "I permit you to enter my quarters. It will be done for an exchange of honor and information." He concluded, this time, though more sure of himself.
It was a connotation that Kurapika swiftly picked up on - as it readily spoke to the prince's royal blood - that he couldn't stand someone else in a superior position. The words were laced heavily with disdain and vexation, though Zhang Lei's voice was calmer than an ocean at sunset.
Maybe if he played his cards right, he could persuade the man to overlook them, especially if he released his information on Nen. Kurapika pressed his lips together; it was a risk with high stakes involved.
"I gratefully accept your invitation. May Princess Woble and Queen Oito accompany me?" He responded laconically.
Zhang Lei's voice sounded almost thrilled as he commented back. "Of course! They are most welcome. After all, we are siblings and not in conflict because of our own design. Ring the doorbell outside in fifteen minutes."
The call immediately disconnected afterward.
Kurapika sighed heavily, his temples already strained, and he could feel the onset of a headache. From off to the side, he noticed Chrollo watching him as usual.
If he indicated that he was even more stressed, Kurapika predicted that his lover would be right at his side, ready to coddle and pamper him. Not that he minded. Chrollo treated him like a king, gave him anything he asked, and ensured he was well cared for. Maybe it was a bit overbearing at times, but Kurapika was grateful for Chrollo's compassion and tenderness. It was just they couldn't do that right now.
Tossing the notion aside, Kurapika turned back to the phone and forced his stomach to settle. Eventually, he and Chrollo would have plenty of opportunities in the future to pamper each other. Currently, they had other, more pressing matters to handle and couldn't afford to indulge themselves.
Regretfully.
He lifted the receiver and pulled it close again. "Operator, please connect me to the First Prince."
Almost instantly, Kurapika tensed up again. "The call has been disconnected." The voice on the other end relayed, and he thought it couldn't get any worse.
"Damnit!" The young man cursed, his blond hair falling haphazardly in front of his eyes. Naturally, his bloody locks had gotten long again. Chrollo would, at some point, begin to harass him about getting it cut.
"Shall I connect you to Fifth Prince Tubeppa instead?" He heard the operator ask, and Kurapika clicked his tongue in exasperation.
"Yes at once." He commanded.
Seconds afterward, there was a clicking sound as the call was transferred over.
"Hello, this is Kurapika."
It didn't take long before the voice of a man came over the line. "This is second lieutenant Maor speaking in place of Fifth Prince Tubeppa. We are prepared to offer you a truce in exchange for information on the Nen Beasts. Do you accept?" He catechized impassively. Each word spoken was crucial and without prevarication.
Which Kurapika picked up rather quickly. He instinctively narrowed his eyes as he could tell the man was making no bones about the situation they were in. The way he presented the offer alone denoted that. "Let me ask this. Aren't you concerned about our affairs regarding the other royals?"
Just from that alone, Kurapika could almost feel the man's stare and his patience tighten practically through the phone. Evidently, his only interest was in securing a deal.
Though Maor wasted no time responding. "No, we are not concerned." He commented briskly.
Maor made it quite clear where the line was getting drawn. Kurapika realized that all he could do was play along. If they could secure another alliance, it would, at the very least, help make it easier on them. With Benjamin at their throats and the stances of most of the royals unknown, they could use all the support they could get.
"Alright then. We accept," Kurapika responded coolly, then cast a quick glance toward Chrollo and Bill. He could tell they were both inquisitive about what was going on.
"Good," Maor's voice echoed from the other side as he continued. "The prince has left me in charge of this matter. That said, we will not breach the truce ourselves, but we may revoke it depending on you."
So now, the fifth prince and her guard were insinuating that he or his team would do something intentionally to jeopardize the truce, thus giving them an advantage. If the fifth prince's intentions were genuine or not, Kurapika couldn't tell. Nonetheless, many of the Kakin royals were against them, and the more people they had in their court, the better.
He had to continue playing his cards right. Failure wasn't an option. "You need not worry. We don't want any conflict, either."
"Perfect. I'll head on over."
Maor's comment forced Kurapika to halt without moving, the fact that he wanted to visit them now making him huff irritably. Since he and Oito had a meeting with Zhang Lei, having Maor arrive before then would only complicate matters, especially since Prince Benjamin's man was still waiting outside. So he had to somehow belay the meeting until after their trip to the third prince's quarters.
"Can it possibly wait for a while?" Kurapika began, though he was cut off moments later.
"As I mentioned," Maor replied, his voice dangerously low this time, "whatever your circumstances are, it is none of our concern." It made Kurapika pause once again. Unfortunately, he was making it practically impossible to dispute. Kurapika clenched his teeth. "Honestly, you're not the only one with information on Nen." He heard Maor say as the man resumed speaking. "That said, the truce will take effect the very moment we receive the required information. Do you understand?"
Such insolence. And churlish behavior. The sharp tone in Maor's voice only added to Kurapika's sheer vexation and acerbity. He ground his teeth harder, the noise more than likely loud enough to be heard. It was difficult keeping his patience in check. "Alright, fine!" Kurapika hissed, the desire to punch the man steadily growing. "We are dealing with a problem regarding the first prince's soldiers as one of them is currently outside our door. It certainly is possible to ignore the man and let him in, but it's none of our concern how the first prince will interpret that." He concluded fiercely.
If the fifth prince wanted to up the ante, he would do the same. Kurapika didn't have an issue fighting fire with fire. So be it. He was already up for the challenge and would meet any of them blow for blow. Unconsciously, Kurapika's free hand curled into a fist.
He would parlay with them but on his terms.
"I see," Maor said after a few short moments. "Fair enough. I'll call back in one hour. If the problem isn't resolved by then, forget about the truce."
The line went silent after that.
Kurapika placed the phone back on its cradle, then he faced Bill and Chrollo. During the entire exchange, they had both stayed quiet, but there was no denying they wanted to know what happened during his conversations with the third and fifth princes.
"So," Chrollo enunciated a second later, both hands in his pockets. "Care to fill us in on what is going on?" He questioned and tilted his head.
It would have been only a matter of time before they would have needed to be made aware. Bill and Chrollo were vital to their mission, just as Amar was, and if they were to accomplish anything, then it was prudent they all worked as one. Plus, his lover was quite tactical, which could prove helpful if they were to get into a pinch.
They faced many unknown factors regarding the bulk of the royals, so it was impossible to tell just how many strategists were among the guards.
"Basically," Kurapika began, his voice hazy from fatigue, "the third and fifth princes want to meet with us and propose truces. Prince Zhang Lei has sent an invitation to meet in his quarters to discuss the details, and Prince Tubeppa intends to send a representative to get information about the Nen Beasts in exchange for a cease fire."
Chrollo hummed at the statement, his eyes closing briefly before reopening them again. "Ah, I see." He replied softly, though a vein of doubt laced his words. "Out of curiosity," the older man paused as he scanned Kurapika thoughtfully, "are we able to be certain that neither offer is some kind of trap, or that both princes will follow through and not back out when it's convenient?" Chrollo gauged his lover's reaction carefully, his gaze locked on Kurapika's features as he waited for the answer.
Something about the prospects seemed off, and from his past experiences, Chrollo knew that truces tended to only go so far. Most were done as a matter of convenience, but outside of any extenuating circumstances that warranted an immediate cessation, a truce generally fell apart at some point.
Because of those factors, he wanted to be sure that it wouldn't come back to haunt them later.
It was a concern that Kurapika couldn't ignore either, and he could see the same demeanor within Bill's features as well. Still, he couldn't blame them, as it was a legitimate reaction. At the end of the day, their primary goal was to protect the queen and princess. Everything else was secondary bar none.
He just wished there was a way to gain insight and assuage their worries since all they could do was speculate. If it were only that easy. "We can't," Kurapika muttered finally after falling silent for a while. Chrollo was already skeptical, that much he could see. "It's too early to know if they have any other motives, but rest assured that counter measures will be put into place should that become evident."
Hopefully, it was enough to ease any uncertainties.
The stiffness in Chrollo's demeanor appeared to loosen, even if but a fraction, and the older man nodded in agreement. Bill's shoulders even loosened up after his proclamation.
"Alright. I trust you," Chrollo responded calmly and removed both hands from his pockets. He struggled again from adding one of his pet names for Kurapika to the end of his sentence. Using those terms when addressing his lover was often enjoyable. But, alas, it just wasn't appropriate under their current situation. "Just let me know if you notice any changes in their behavior," Chrollo added intently.
Kurapika hummed in acknowledgment before a faint smile crossed his lips. "I promise that I will, don't worry." He commented before turning to face his fellow bodyguard. "Bill, please go help Amar and stay with the queen. I have something else that I must attend to at the moment."
"Okay. Not a problem. Also the guy outside hasn't said anything yet," Bill confirmed before turning to exit into the adjacent room where Amar was with Oito and Woble.
After Bill was no longer in sight, Kurapika turned toward the remaining servant. "Shimano, please join Chrollo and I in the dining area."
Slowly, they all shuffled into the large sitting room, where a grand oak table sat with eight gilded chairs positioned underneath. Once all three of them were far enough away from the others, Kurapika faced Shimano entirely.
"I would like to know why you took the call from Third Prince Zhang Lei and not First Prince Benjamin."
The servant shuffled nervously, her eyes cast toward the floor as she couldn't meet Kurapika's as she spoke. "I want–" she stammered, her fingers twitching against one another, "to do my best so I can survive. The first prince is ruthless and very cold-blooded. He would never change his mind through negotiation, even if we tried to plead for our lives." Shimano paused and alternated her positioning before resuming. "Not only that, but he also won't speak to commoners. It was likely that Sergeant Might, Captain of the Guard, was on the phone. Because of his subordinate's death, negotiations have already broken down. They have only one matter of concern now. And that is to show respect for enemies who remain loyal to their clients by letting them choose how to die." This time, Shimano rose her head and looked at Kurapika directly, resolution etching her imploring features. "Truthfully, I don't want to die. I want to live. That is why I connected you to Prince Zhang Lei."
For several moments, Kurapika eyed Shimano, carefully weighing what she said. Although it was apparent the woman was concerned for her own safety and rapidly weighed the pros and cons of the situation, he understood there was more to it than just that. Shimano had extensive knowledge of the royals, which could be helpful, and her clear mind made her someone that could handle any quandary while under pressure.
He was still attempting to dissuade his anger for her prior infraction, but the confession was more than sufficient to manage it. "Hm. I see. Go on." Kurapika said evenly, his arms now crossed.
Chrollo seemed to mirror him as he also observed Shimano intently.
"Well," she verbalized, both hands folding together as she nervously laced her fingers together, "I know the third prince is tolerant enough to personally speak on the phone, but he is too proud to stay on hold. Also, he would rather avoid bloodshed but won't hesitate either. Prince Zhang Lei is both kind and cruel. But that is the impression I get. If we can humor the prince without offending him, we have a better chance of him not targeting us. That is, until the numbers have significantly dwindled." Shimano finalized.
"So, your priority was to ensure safety then?" Kurapika inquired firmly.
The servant attempted to still her twitching hands at his question. It was hard despite his serious demeanor. "Yes," Shimano confessed, her posture steady. "Fifth Prince Tubeppa isn't the type who will talk on the phone herself. However, she is very critical of the current monarchy. The main reason she is in the Succession War must be to prevent the older princes and princesses from assuming the throne." Shimano stopped a moment, her eyes still affixed on Kurapika's as she discreetly watched his reactions. "Once that happens, she will have the influence to parlay with the king and likely gain pardons for the younger royals. Therefore, I presumed that she wouldn't take it as an insult if we gave priority to Prince Zhang Lei and put her on hold."
Directly following her statement, Kurapika brought a finger up to sit just beneath his lower lip as what the servant told him flooded through his mind. So far, what occurred had been accurately predicted, which had worked partly in their favor. He glanced over at Chrollo, who had been silently watching the exchange.
"What is your opinion in all of this?" Kurapika asked the older man, curious as to what his view was.
Chrollo clasped both hands behind his back. "Truthfully," he began, voice somewhat banausic, "everything has gone smoothly so far, or as smoothly as it can get, though I feel that is mainly due to relatively good judgment calls. I do agree that her perception has been quite sound and has given us a bit of an edge."
Given the circumstances, Chrollo wasn't wrong, and the fact that, despite the perpetual barrage of problems they faced, so far, each situation yielded positive results, even if it wasn't exactly ideal. The more Kurapika mulled it over, if Shimano hadn't initially connected him to Prince Zhang Lei, the outcome could have been much, much worse.
Luckily for them, two of the royals had proposed allegiances - albeit temporarily - which could provide its uses at least until they were dissolved. Any external protection they could get would be widely optimal at this point. Kurapika clearly saw the advantages.
He closed his eyes, then hummed before turning back to focus on Shimano. Perhaps it was fortunate for them to have someone such as her on their side. "Alright. Then I ask, what do you think we should do about the First Prince's soldier waiting outside?" Kurapika inquired, genuinely interested in her point of view.
"Well, barring him from entering is definitely not an option," Shimano responded. She was surprised that someone trusted her enough to value her insight. "He's a high-ranking soldier in the royal army and is for here legal bodyguard and surveillance duties. Refuse him, and we will be arrested on the spot along with the queen and princess." The woman breathed in slowly while informing them both of how brutal Kakin's policies were. Retelling it had been hard. "Prince Benjamin's soldiers would then accompany us, and I can imagine them quickly enforcing the storyline of the frazzled queen in her duress committing murder-suicide. The fact that he's been made to wait doesn't matter as he already knows what to do. So, the longer this abnormal situation continues, the more compelling their story becomes while adding convenience to their gambit."
Chrollo raised an eyebrow this time, intrigued by the servant's statement. Although his group was the one that currently had the advantage, there was no doubt that some of the royals were coming up with measures to combat them. It stood to reason there were probably master strategists among them, mainly within the royal army.
While he and Kurapika were also comprehensive tacticians of their own right, fighting others with similar skill sets was quite difficult. If anything, going toe to toe with any of them would require their group to try and stay one step ahead.
Indeed it was a shame just how complicated things had become.
He shifted so that he could subtly gaze over at Kurapika. "Considering all of that, I feel it would be prudent for us to build up our defenses, but at the same time, attempt to keep our enemies close. We can't let them anticipate our movements no matter how abstruse we make it. Allowing them to get a leg up could prove to be detrimental," Chrollo stated factually, his attention now shifting between his lover and Shimano.
Keeping their situation from becoming compromised was crucial. It already seemed as if the higher royals were targeting the lowest ones on the totem pole, and since Princess Woble was at the bottom, it made the most sense to go after her first. Yet, the thought of someone killing a defenseless infant rose a bitterness and hate within him that Chrollo hadn't previously realized.
At one time, in the past, his old self wouldn't have even batted an eye. But that mentality had changed since he met Kurapika – especially that his lover had made several hints toward them someday having a family of their own.
It was a lovely dream that Chrollo entertained in the back of his mind and would somehow make it a reality. He and Kurapika loved each other deeply, so why not further that bond by expressing it through raising children together?
The very idea strengthened his resolve and gave him even more reason to protect one so innocent and so frail. Because of that, Chrollo understood why Amar was so adamant and protective. Perhaps the very notion of his future with Kurapika awakened his own instincts.
Either way, he wasn't about to let anything harm Oito or her daughter.
Amid his reverie, Chrollo hadn't noticed that Kurapika was staring at him. The beautiful blond man looked so angelic but vengeful as it was his nature, even though Kurapika no longer harbored any hate toward him. Seeing his precious Kurta lover like that had thoroughly reminded him of the many reasons why he became attracted and ultimately fell in love.
Chrollo straightened his suit out absently as if he hadn't noticed.
"I am actually inclined to agree as the higher ranking princes and princesses have already made an open show of their power, which is something that we cannot entirely ignore. Regardless, we have to choose our steps carefully, as making one wrong move could aggravate the situation further," Kurapika stated, his eyes flaring for a second before recessing. "We already have a fragile agreement with the third and fifth princes, so we need to keep that from possibly breaking down." He was aware the balance was delicate, and staying scrupulous was the key.
Between Chrollo's advice and Shimano's testimony, they had a good picture of what to do next. Hopefully, everything would pan out as they wanted it to.
Now, all they had to do was execute their plan correctly.
"Yes, that is presumably the best way to go about it. We have to do whatever we must to keep the more vicious royals at bay." Chrollo contributed, his shoulders going straight.
Treading carefully from here on out would be their best defense.
"You have a valid point," Kurapika replied, his brow furrowing. The chains on his right hand tinkled softly. "Everything we do next must be meticulously evaluated. We shouldn't give our enemies any opportunity to strike back. Even keeping them at an impasse would be ideal at this point." He supplied further, intent on the idea. They had to remain one step ahead of the methodical but deadly competition.
"It would be the most logical course of action all considering," Chrollo commented, his remark highlighting Kurapika's statement.
For a minute, Kurapika pondered over the idea, but there wasn't anything precarious about the notion. Not that he disagreed anyway. Chrollo was only speaking the truth, and after everything, they couldn't afford to act rashly. They already knew just how belligerent some royals could be, so it was nothing but straight fact.
Kurapika rubbed at his temples. The entire ordeal on the Black Whale continued to become more chaotic and arduous by the second.
He steadied himself once again. "You're right, I'll admit," Kurapika looked up and directly into Chrollo's eyes, his lover's entrancing grays bringing him a semblance of calm and equanimity. "I think the stress is partially affecting my judgment, so I've been experiencing a bit of difficulty. Forgive me." Afterward, Kurapika attempted to turn away, but he stopped when Chrollo motioned toward him.
Something in the older man's gestures seemed to convey his understanding while also serving as a reminder of why he was there – to be a pillar of support.
"Think nothing of it. You already know how I feel," Chrollo mentioned cryptically and smiled at his precious treasure in a loving, affectionate way before letting it fade. There really wasn't anything that he wouldn't do for Kurapika.
Even now, he wanted to embrace and soothe the younger man. The desire was strong, especially as their situation repeatedly stressed Kurapika out. Gods knew that he needed it, but that just wasn't possible at the moment.
Once they got off this accursed ship, then it would be different.
Although Chrollo's smile had tugged painfully at his heart, Kurapika tore his attention away, more so when he remembered that Shimano was still there. He quickly regarded his lover before acknowledging her. There was also the fact that she, too, had assisted them a great deal. The woman's insight was also valuable. "Shimano," Kurapika spoke calmly, his posture unimposing, "thank you. I could also use your advice, so tell me if anything comes to mind."
Immediately, Shimano jerked, her body going nearly straight at the request. "Sure!" She chirped.
Just then, Bill entered the room, both Oito and Amar at his heels. "Kurapika," he called, though he glanced quickly between Chrollo and Shimano, "it's almost time." Bill casually shoveled both hands into his pockets.
Not hesitating any longer, he went to pick up the phone after they all shuffled back into the adjacent room. Kurapika pushed the button to the call box with his finger. "Sorry to keep you waiting." He announced professionally. "The queen was just preparing to leave."
"Leave? To where?" The soldier's voice echoed over the line. Kurapika could hear the underlying suspicion within it.
"To Third Prince Zhang Lei's quarters. We were personally invited by him." Kurapika paused intermittently as he listened for any subtle movements before resuming. "Will you join us?" He inquired.
There was a brief crackle of static through the call box before the man abruptly coughed. "No. I'll defer to Prince Zhang Lei since it's his domain. I'll stand by inside."
A humming sound followed as Kurapika removed his finger from the button and looked back over to both his lover and coworker. Bill merely shrugged his shoulders. However, Chrollo appeared discontent. "You know there is no way that I am letting you two go alone." He declared the sharp edge to his voice prominent enough to indicate that it wasn't up for dispute.
"I'll stay behind then," Bill allowed his demeanor to slack, reassurance marking his features. "But don't worry he won't be able to get me that easily." He nearly grinned to show his strength and confidence.
It was one thing they all really needed.
"How about me?" Amar questioned suddenly, his ears perked up straight. Worry etched over the young Nacknar's features.
"Unfortunately, I need you to stay here as well," Kurapika supplied, though he was objectively sympathetic. He could tell that Amar wasn't entirely thrilled about getting left behind. "There are still many who don't know about you, and it's best they also find out gradually."
Amar was still, to a fault, their ace in the hole. He had knowledge on his kind they needed, especially once they reached the Dark Continent. Keeping the ebony creature safe was also vital.
Despite Kurapika's proclamation, Amar acknowledged his assent.
Satisfied with the outcome of their decision, Kurapika prepared to leave, but a hand gripping his arm ceased advancement. "Kurapika?" Bill commented, this time his aura a bit more cagey. "What about your eyes?"
Kurapika blinked but instantly remembered they were clearly visible. "I'll put my contacts back in." He headed toward the bathroom after Bill released him and could feel their stares on back the entire way. Once the blue opticals were in place, he returned to the common area. "If you happen to get a call from Prince Tubeppa, let them know the problem is solved. Though I will take the call if I am already back by then." Kurapika then motioned for Chrollo and Oito to follow him as he reached for the door.
With a loud, deafening creek, it swung open a second later, and Kurapika stepped outside to decisively face the second man that Prince Benjamin had sent after them. He sized up the soldier quickly before regarding Bill when he came up beside them. Babimyna was practically unreadable.
Not waiting any longer, Kurapika began walking with Chrollo beside him and Oito trailing closely behind. He could sense Bill and the soldier watching them, but he completely ignored it. Though Kurapika caught Bill telling them to be safe just before they could round the closest corner.
Slowly they descended down the strangely quiet hallway, passing by several doors with guards standing post along the way. The men carefully observed their progression, some boasting stares of curiosity, while others harbored suspicion. Eventually, they swept past room ten zero four, and Kurapika instantly recognized that as Fourth Prince Tserriednich's quarters.
His lips instantly twisted into a scowl.
Once they finally reached ten zero three, the guards in front stepped to face them, and one placed a hand over his earpiece. "All four of them are here." He said, then went over to open the door after receiving clearance.
Both guards led them inside a vast but ornately lavish room outlined in gilded design. Several pictures within intricate frames lined the decorative walls while various finely carved tables and stands were positioned in a few corners. In the center sat a massive, elaborate wooden table that was polished, giving it had a glossy sheen, the surface almost reflective. At one end was Zhang Lei, a charismatic smile on his lips.
"Welcome. Please sit down." He gestured toward the sole but fancy chair opposite him, signaling Queen Oito to use it. "Take one if you would like to." The prince continued after placing two relatively large water bottles on top of the table. Once she was seated, he picked up one of the bottles and unscrewed the cap in good faith to show that neither was poisoned. "Excuse the basic hospitality, but you don't have to worry about protocol." Zhang Lei casually placed the cap aside.
Oito momentarily scrutinized the bottle despite the Third Prince's lead and hesitated before picking up the other one. Finally, she drew it close before glancing at Kurapika, who subtly nodded at her. "Thank you for being so thoughtful," Oito stated meekly and placed her hand slowly on the top.
As she cracked the seal on the cap, Zhang Lei regarded her with satisfaction, then turned his attention to both men standing beside her. "So, let's not waste any time." The command was undeniably evident.
Taking it as a cue, Kurapika began to divulge the information as described in their truce agreement. "Basically, Nen is a psychic ability or a supernatural power of will. With this ability, you can see what is typically invisible and exhibit mysterious powers. Some people can actually use this power." He briefly fell silent while examining the prince's features. There was a spark of fascination within the man's dark eyes. "The Succession War," Kurapika resumed, "is basically a race for survival using Nen. Though you may be unaware, all princes and princesses have been given these powers."
Just the mention of Nen alone furthered the depth of Zhang Lei's captivation, the very thought causing his eyebrows to visibly jut upward. After taking a drink from the water bottle, he casually returned it to the table. The prince leaned back in his chair. "Oh? Tell me more." He commented, the knowledge of Nen drawing him in more and more.
Its very existence alone tended to pull people in for both good and bad reasons.
Hopefully, for Zhang Lei, the latter wasn't the case.
Despite this, Kurapika proceeded anyway. Yet, it was hard to ignore the enormous but golden and reddish, orbicular-shaped creature hovering behind the prince. While it seemed less imposing, with a face that resembled coin slots, the creature's presence abstractedly drew his attention. From the corner of his vision, Kurapika could also tell that it did the same to Chrollo, but the older man was more immersed in the conversation than not.
Outside of protecting the chosen royals, their exact purpose and abilities were still unknown.
"Each of you was bestowed these powers in the form of Nen Beasts. It was the term used in the emergency call. The Seed Urn ceremony was likely the trigger."
As Kurapika counted down the minutes to when the status of the battle would change, he never let go of the notion that, although he and the others were doing everything possible to remain one step ahead, there were chances that other forces lurked in the shadows. He couldn't shake the feeling of there being more than what met the eye, but at the current, they could only do what was necessary to ensure their own protection. Toeing the line was just one way of learning how far they could go.
Perhaps it was a dangerous gamble, but they had little else to try and secure their own safety.
The prince studied him quizzically, and Kurapika took it as a sign to continue.
"Go on." The man stated.
His guardian beast shifted, and a faint tinkling sound followed its movements.
"What I am about to tell you," Kurapika supplied, his voice sententious, "is crucial information. The kind that will presumably change the course of the Succession war. Are you sure that you would like me to continue?"
The rapping of keys filled the room, each click resounding as the whist in the air caused it to seem louder than it was. Even the low hum of the fan sounded profound. Several fingers that were broad in appearance swept over the surface of the laptop with deft accuracy, the tips hitting each clavate precisely.
Tubeppa Hui Guo Rou put in a couple more lines to her report, then stopped to look up from the screen to fixate on the stout, bald man standing just across the room. Her thick lips twisted into a scowl at the sight of him, the very nature of his presence still vexing her. With the state of current events, eliminating the spies sent by the higher-ranking queens would be quite troublesome.
However, doing something about Butch, Prince Benjamin's personal guard, was first. So long as that man was surveying everything she did, keeping any plans secret would be nearly impossible.
Getting rid of him was imperative.
"Your highness," a man called out, and Tubeppa glanced over to see Maor standing beside her. "It seems the problem has been fixed, so I am heading over to room ten fourteen." He announced while standing perfectly erect, hands behind his back.
She raised one hand close to her face and slowly pushed up the glasses she wore. The news was good indeed. "Alright," Tubeppa replied before leaning forward. "Make sure that you find out all that you can since I doubt that he will reveal everything. Then, figure out how to deal with him over several interviews."
Right away, Maor bowed, his head bent as he readied to carry out his liege's orders. Obtaining all they can, especially about Nen, could ultimately decide who wins the Succession War.
He turned for the door, fully prepared to leave. "Yes ma'am."
"Now, hold your hands in front of you, and imagine a ball floating in the middle."
"Got it."
"Do that for ten minutes, three times a day. If you do it for ten days, maybe—"
"Theta! I can feel it!"
"What?!"
Theta stood nearly dumbfounded, her eyes locked on Tserriednich as the man was already beginning to conjure something between his separated palms. An expression of glee accented his extrusive features. The loose, blond hair that hung free about his visage only added to the preeminence of his appearance.
"I can feel the aura. Give me the next drill."
The prince's immediate command to change pace quickly alerted Theta. Seeing how fast he was progressing made it unbelievable. "Please, your highness, I know that you're impatient, but—"
Both arms jerked forward as Tserriednich's demeanor abruptly changed to one of surprise, his mouth shaping into a pouty frown. "No! It's true! Watch!" Seconds later, a swirling wave of aura appeared over one hand. "See? Here is a ball on the right." Then, his energy switched fluidly to the other. "Now it's on the left." Following the act, Tserriednich lifted the appendage, his digit extended. "And finally, my index finger." He concluded, pure gratification flashing in his eyes.
Watching the scene unfold left Theta stupefied as the prince's advancement was nothing short of extraordinary. It was amazing just how much he learned in barely any time at all.
The man was practically a genius.
"It doesn't matter. Just buy Musen and Coachpie's entire winter collection. Don't miss the limited-edition collaboration items as you did last time. Also, I'll look through Harryweb's Noctiluca line and decide for myself."
The flicker of candles cast a low, illuminative glow across the table as the flames danced, the soft clinking of metal upon plates accenting the otherwise peaceful scene despite the tension that sat heavy in the room. Princess Camilla looked away from the food before her to address the woman sitting directly across the table. Queen Duazul kept her eyes downcast, the reaction stirring anger within Camilla. "Are you even listening?" She spoke again.
Her inquiry forced Duazul to stray from her meal, their gazes finally locking together. "Yes I am." She confirmed and set both the fork and knife down.
An expression of disapproval morphed on Camilla's visage, and she narrowed her eyes, ruby-painted lips pressing firmly before parting. She wasn't about to be usurped by her mother's ridiculous neglect. "By the way," Camilla supplied, impatience marking her voice, "we're going to get rid of Prince Benjamin, then Prince Halkenburg. Got it?"
Camilla's flagrant desire for bloodlust rang heavy inside of every word spoken, the malice she exuded dripping thoroughly behind it. There was no clemency or lenience; her only drive was to kill all others until she achieved her goal.
Even the hate that burned deep made itself known, and Duazul was more than aware that she had seen the devil. The very beast resided within the heart and soul of her own daughter.
Yet, knowing that brought her a sense of comfort despite the circumstance. It made dealing with the aspect of the Succession War much easier.
There was no way to change or stop the occurrence of it anyway.
"That isn't something you should confirm with me." The queen responded, her tone despondent and lackadaisical. "It's for all of you to decide amongst yourselves." She furthered, dead set on not being a part of the death game the king's children had to play.
Nasabi was a cold, ruthless man that cared for nothing aside for his own desires, much like Camilla. On the other hand, though, he was stalwart in upholding tradition and had no motivation to change the Succession War laws.
Unless whoever took over planned to end the tradition, it would continue for another two hundred years.
"Mummy," Camilla blurted, not pleased by her reaction. "Don't get the wrong idea, but that was an order! You'll have a much easier time getting close to Prince Halkenburg then I will. Kill him!"
"I'm sure, "Queen Duazul said after falling silent to ponder the situation Camilla was attempting to put her in, "that you could do it without my help." She rose to meet her daughter's weighted stare, the heat radiating in their icy-blue depths challenging her own authority.
"I know that, but it's easier this way!" The princess countered, determined to see her agenda through.
The low, droning of the phone's empty tone was silenced after the receiver was finally back on its base. Captain Balsamilco turned from where the object sat and looked over to where a burly man was seated, those eyes firmly locked on him with overt expectation. Even his aura had a menacing feel, telling Balsamilco that he only wanted to hear positive results.
Prince Benjamin was, undoubtedly, a person that didn't accept failure and demanded results regardless of circumstance. Many a soldier had seen early retirement - or worse - at Benjamin's own hand, but there were times that Balsamilco thought the prince would lose it altogether.
The man was truly headstrong and made examples of people by showing them his immense, raw power.
At least there were some new developments to report.
"So, they refused our phone call but let Babimyna in," Balsamilco stated, his body rigid. "What do you think of this your highness?"
Several minutes passed as the prince weighed the current status of their position, both elbows coming to rest on the table before him, fingers interlocking. He seemed to nearly stare right through Balsamilco. "They definitely have an accurate read of the situation, not to mention the presence of mind and resolve. It's undeniable they know that a full-scale war is inevitable but are careful enough not to give us any more reason to apply more pressure on them." Benjamin leaned forward, and a grin spread across his face. The intensity of his aura chanced as it turned malevolent, and Benjamin steepled his fingers. "They might be trying to use that as a chance to whittle down our forces, though it would be convenient to let them believe that."
It was a concrete assessment, both logically and tactically. If the enemy were trying to take advantage of their current stalemate, it was prudent to devise countermeasures while they were convinced to have the upper hand. Fourteenth Princess Woble's men were proving to be pesky for sure.
Balsamilco hummed. "If creating an impasse is what they want, then none of them will confront Babimyna, whose style is to neutralize. In the meantime, if we can figure out their abilities, it would give us massive leverage."
Almost immediately as the words left Balsamilco's mouth, the grin on First Prince Benjamin's face spread further to where the corners nearly encapsulated the man's ears. His demeanor turned devious. "Precisely." He said mirthfully.
After Thoughts: This segment just had so much going on, and between focusing on Kurapika's group and then Gon and Killua's, there was a lot to cover. Not going to lie though it's been one a hell of a ride, and at points, been difficult to plan out the events as this version is still loosely following canon, but it's been interesting nonetheless. Each of the events have been slowly rising to a crescendo, and will reach a pinnacle really soon.
Expect the next few chapters after this (especially the next one which includes a major event) to become more intense before closing in on the end. It's definitely going to be wild and exciting for sure.
Also, for those of you who may be wondering why Tubeppa is called a prince and not a princess in this fic, is because her character seems to identify as masculine, while appearing as a man and not a woman. Going along with that, I decided to keep the title of prince for her as it felt suitable, while I changed it to coincide properly for the rest.