A/N: Hello again everyone. Before anything, I want to apologize for how extensive this delay was. It's the first time that I've gone practically three months without an update, but between my health issues (yet again), the stresses of work (and getting hung up in a few video games because of it), along with a few problems at home, it made finding time or energy to write pretty hard. Not to mention, I had been working on this chapter slowly the entire time, but it has, oddly enough, gotten so big, that I had to break it down into two. However, because of where I had to break it at, the second part falls at less than 10k, so this has ended up as two parts because of it, otherwise, I would have been releasing an over 20k, which I've never done before lol.

Despite that and how long it took for this release, I hope that everyone enjoys it, especially after leaving it off at a cliffhanger for so long.

Nonetheless, there is now a continuation to find out what happens afterward. :3

Also, this chapter is completely unbeta'd, as the last several chapters have been. I may be searching for a temporary beta reader real soon since SweetsDreamer has been extensively busy with her job among other things and hasn't managed to find time to proof RoF's chapters. If that happens, I will mention it in a future update.

Summary: As the danger and heat surrounding the Succession War continues to intensify, Fourth Queen Oito finds that her back has inevitably has gotten pushed back against the wall. After learning about the existence of Nen Beasts and that her own daughter also possesses one, managing to stay out of harms way. Her guards now reduced to three, one has fallen unconscious after extending himself from using his strange and mysterious ability, making the situation appear even more dire. Now it's up to Chrollo and Bill to pick up the pieces. What happens when Kurapika finally awakens?

The faint haze of a dream. Vivid images. Soft touches and a warm breeze that was so surreal it was nearly indecipherable. In the distance, the sound of a soothing voice with a comforting lull seemed to reverberate and was not easy to ignore. It was like outstretched hands that wanted to beckon one perpetually forward, driving them endlessly toward its provenance. Such was beautiful, which gave it appeal, though nothing so perfect was to last, even while stepping on its verdant paradise.

Another voice, this time more distant, rang out through the tranquil scene; even the echo of the serene waterfall nearby was drowned out by its enticing call.

One step. Then another. Each one carefully aimed toward the voice's origin as only a single word continued to be spoken—a name. Its utterance was specific and had meaning, though it also had importance and a sense of urgency. Drawing closer added warmth, one that was familiar but also inviting.

Several more steps, closer still, the drive forward never ceasing until reaching an all too versant light. And just before the bright luminescence expanded to swallow the area whole, everything that made the lush, peaceful plane all too real had vanished quickly from sight.

Kurapika groaned as the vestiges of the illusion washed away, and the sleep that plagued him evaporated from his mind. Slowly, he opened both eyes and hissed as a brief, dull pain shot through his frontal lobe and temples but dissipated soon after. Once it fully subsided, he tried to open them again. This time his vision was filled with the images of three worried faces.

Immediately Kurapika shot upright.

"Oh good, you're awake." He heard Bill say, the man's gaze locked firmly on him. "We debated over whether or not to risk calling a doctor. Although Chrollo here was hopeful that you would wake up regardless."

For a minute, Kurapika sat there utterly stunned as he could feel their intense stares. It took some time to grasp what happened. The last thing he remembered was Bill and Chrollo talking about open Nen training. He wobbled a second before casting aside the blanket someone had covered him with and instantly threw his legs over the side of the cot he was on.

Immediately, Kurapika felt strong hands grip his shoulders to restrict his movement. "You shouldn't move yet," Chrollo whispered calmly, and he stilled without resistance. His blue eyes turned toward the man that he loved.

It had taken only another moment before finally realization hit. "What time is it?!" He questioned, and those same strong hands kept him from getting up off the cot. Kurapika grunted, then glared at Chrollo before his lips twisted into a frown. The older man's expression was stolid and abiding. It seemed that Chrollo wasn't going to discuss the matter.

He sat back down with a sigh and faced all of them. Afterward, Bill brought a finger up before his lips. "Quiet! Everyone else doesn't know you were passed out. They think you're still on duty." The man watched him intently, both arms crossed.

"We had to conceal what happened to you as to avert suspicion," Chrollo added, his posture rigid. There was no denying that he was immensely skeptical of recent events.

Revealing his abilities to the older man had been a long time coming, and there would be no escaping that now.

Nonetheless, he was prepared to tell Chrollo everything. It was only right. After all, they loved each other and weren't supposed to keep secrets from one another. Kurapika waited silently for Chrollo to question him. Which he was sure would be soon. Until then, finding out what took place after he blacked out was also vital.

"Right," Kurapika uttered, his voice slightly cracked. "How long was I out then?" He was almost terrified of the answer.

Bill brought up his wrist and gazed down at the watch around it. "About nine hours." He responded casually.

Shock instantly crawled over Kurapika's visage. "Nine hours?! That long?!"

"Yes," Chrollo interjected, his words harsh and scrutinizing. "Nine hours Kurapika. Nine. Honestly, I didn't think about it after the first couple of times, but now I am more than curious as to why this keeps happening."

There it was. Exactly what Kurapika knew his lover was going to say. Chrollo would demand an explanation, and he would have to give it. Not that he would refuse. However, when Chrollo found out the exact reason he fainted all those times, Kurapika was sure the older man would lose it. Emperor Time's conditions were dangerous, harsh, and had terrible, unnatural consequences.

Unfortunately, it was the conditions he had set for the ability. Now Kurapika regretted it. Knowing that it was cutting his time short with Chrollo was something he didn't want to think about. He suspected that it was the same for his lover.

No, he was sure that it was. Chrollo had also expressed sharing a future together, so learning the truth behind Emperor Time would surely send the older man over the edge. Kurapika just had to brace for the impact.

Despite the apparent vitriol in Chrollo's voice, he swallowed thickly and trembled slightly when his lover's hands moved away but then involuntarily bit his lip when grey eyes locked with his own again.

The older man's expression was filled with absolute indignation. "I understand and plan to explain myself," Kurapika paused as he slowly attempted to compose himself while sitting beneath Chrollo's weighing stare. He was vaguely aware of Amar, who had been staring at him the entire time. The young Nacknar had been silently watching the exchange. It wouldn't surprise him if their furry companion also wanted answers. Kurapika breathed in sharply. "Before anything though," he resumed, "what happened to the queen?"

A stillness descended around Chrollo, Bill and Amar as they observed him carefully. Kurapika realized it was the young creature's first time away from Oito's side, but it was probably due to concern for his welfare. He twitched slightly.

"Well," Bill finally said, the man's features seemingly no less haggard than his probably were, "she blacked out around the same time you did."

Without hesitation, Kurapika glanced over at Oito's bed and noticed Shimano sitting beside it before catching sight of the queen's form resting beneath a duvet. Upon first inspection, he could see the worn look on Oito's features, but it wasn't until Kurapika had managed to pry himself away from Chrollo that he realized her exact condition. The very sight had nearly taken Kurapika aback.

There, hovering beside the queen's head, was something luminescent that he quickly recognized, and Kurapika felt every nerve in his body twitch before it sent a shiver racing up his spine. Stealth Dolphin was still present despite that he had succumbed to its effects. The realization practically frightened him.

Emperor Time remained active and had been for twelve hours.

Kurapika was sure that he could feel the color drain from his countenance.

Once again, he swallowed hard. The dryness in his throat made it seem like he was consuming needles. How the ability had managed to continue puzzled Kurapika, but the repercussions were far more unsettling than anything else. He speculated that three hours was probably the limit and the bifurcation for going beyond it meant that he would pass out for three times as long. Unless stolen abilities changed the aspect of the conditions set, using Emperor Time in such a way was exceedingly risky.

The fact that it was still going was bad enough. Suspecting that it may not take three hours next time before extracting its fatal toll created an entirely different problem. Kurapika knew that he had completely ignored the warning signs prior, which likely was the sound of his own deafening heartbeats right before falling unconscious. Both hands clenched into fists as he processed the magnitude of the situation and how it ultimately affected those around him.

Seeing the state that Oito was left in and knowing what it may do to Chrollo once he found out that it was slowly chipping away at his life was enough to clench tightly at Kurapika's insides.

He slowly turned around to face his lover once more, but his eyes also swept over Bill and Amar. The young Nacknar tilted his head slightly while Bill simply crossed his arms. Kurapika expelled a sharp breath and went to sit back down on the side of the cot.

"So," Chrollo uttered once he was fully seated. "Are you going to finally tell me exactly what the hell is going on?" He added, the words sounding more of a demand than a question.

Well, it was now or never.

The time to brace for that impact had come. "I understand that I haven't been entirely transparent with the nature of my abilities and how each of them works. Of course, you may have a basic concept regarding two of them after our first meeting in Yorknew, but I believe you are unaware of the newer one, plus the true extent of my hatsu." Kurapika paused, and he looked directly into Chrollo's piercing gaze, those hardened greys watching him intensively. It made him feel like he was getting crushed beneath this lover's stare, and Kurapika cringed slightly. "As I am sure you already figured out by now," he continued prudently after regaining his focus, "each of the chains on my fingers contains a different ability connected to my innate Nen type." He saw a brief change in Chrollo's expression that caused him to stop, and he carefully watched his lover before resuming. "At the core, I am essentially a Conjurer, but I become a specialist when my eyes turn scarlet. While in this state, to enhance the depth and potency of each ability, I set conditions that grant me a high return but only with an equally high risk."

Up to that point, taking it all in had been difficult, and Kurapika could already tell that Chrollo was struggling to process everything he had just said. The man's eyes narrowed, and his body appeared to stiffen. Kurapika had anticipated that his lover wouldn't take the news well. Unfortunately, it was only going to get far worse.

Such became true when Chrollo's lips dropped into a disapproving frown. "I see." He began. The edge to his voice was sharp and poignant. "Before anything, I will confirm one thing. You are correct that I know the logistics of two abilities as they were used on me long before we set aside our differences. The rest, I do not have any knowledge of. However," Chrollo stopped briefly and leaned forward, his face coming almost dangerously close to Kurapika's, "you did mention having the capability to become a specialist when your eyes change color, but it comes at a high cost. I would really like to know what that is." His gaze bore directly into the younger man's so the vehemence of it would show that he meant business.

Which Kurapika quickly picked up on the moment Chrollo's eyes flared with an unbridled ferocity that he had never seen before. The very sight made him flinch from just catching sight of it. He had since anticipated that Chrollo would be highly displeased, and it clearly showed.

There it was, the question that Kurapika had anticipated for some time finally came to pass. It was bound to happen after the numerous times he suffered the heavy outcome of Emperor Time, especially the most recent one. Kurapika tore his gaze away from Chrollo's as looking into his lover's eyes was extremely hard, though it was worse considering what he was about to say. How Chrollo would interpret it, Kurapika wasn't sure, but what he did know was that it would likely cause friction, if not extreme frustration. Thinking about what pain it might cause him incited the knot in Kurapika's stomach to tighten further.

Chrollo had always been so caring and tender about his health and wellbeing. Plus, there was never a time when Chrollo hesitated to put him first before anything else. Yet, not once did he even try to do the same for the one person he loved more than anything else.

It made Kurapika hate himself for it. The acid rose up in his throat at the very notion.

They were supposed to be equal in every way possible, and here he was, acting selfishly as usual. Kurapika closed his eyes, still unable to meet his lover's stare.

"You are correct when you say that." He said after a minute. Speaking was hard as his tongue had gone dry again. "I become a specialist after my eyes turn scarlet, which does enhance my powers at a very high cost. I did it solely for one reason, which I am sure you already know, but that was... before the situation changed between us." Kurapika breathed out as he tried to quell the rapid beating of his heart, the tightness in his chest refusing to go away. Explaining the details was emotionally draining, though it surely didn't compare to what Chrollo was probably going through. "The name of the ability is Emperor Time, which allows me to utilize all types of Nen up to one-hundred percent efficiency. However," he paused again while preparing for the big reveal, "for every second spent while in this mode, it shortens my life by one hour."

And there it was. Everything that once got held back was now out in the open, and Kurapika could sense the breath hitching in his chest. Silence descended around the room, an almost awkward, discomfited unease settling around them. Again, Kurapika twitched, his skin prickling as three pairs of eyes bored intensely into him, their heated gazes almost crucifying. Chrollo's was the worst, as he knew, his lover evidently vexed by the information received.

Kurapika could quickly tell that was the case, although he wasn't looking directly at him or anyone else.

Putting them through what he just had was more than enough.

"I… can't believe what I just heard," Amar was the first to respond, his pupilless red eyes never leaving Kurapika's form. Perplexity accented his words. "Basically, you're saying that using this ability is going to eventually kill you?"

The accusation made Kurapika wince, and he felt the tip of his tongue become locked to the rough of his mouth. Despite that it was true, he couldn't answer it. Once more, the idea of a nice, quiet future with Chrollo wavered through his mind. Even Amar was there as the Nacknar had become practically family already. The vision was crushing.

Yet it was true that he had obviously hurt them both. Bill's expression seemed unchanged, though he was confident the other guard was quizzical by what happened.

If there was any way to change it or reverse the hands of time so that he never made such a decision, Kurapika would, but doing that was impossible.

Regretfully.

Would he not get the chance to see what life had in store during his journey with Chrollo?

Kurapika's gut clenched again.

"Why didn't you tell me sooner?" Chrollo said pointedly, his voice cold and distant. "Keeping such a terrible secret to yourself when I vowed there would be no secrets between us–" his words trailed off, and Chrollo absently clasped both hands in front of him, "don't you trust me? The thought of losing you…."

After a few more seconds of trying to process the harsh reality of what had been going on, Chrollo could not suppress the feeling of getting betrayed. Everything he proved himself to be and how loyal and trustworthy he was, had all been for naught. He constantly pushed so hard to show Kurapika that he wasn't just some heartless monster who lacked care or compassion and that he genuinely felt remorse for what happened to him because of his clan.

All of it was for Kurapika. But now, it was arduous to think that his lover may not have been doing the same.

It was jarring to think they might have never been on even ground because of how long it took for Kurapika to accept him due to their pasts. Wasn't trust both given and earned? Isn't that one point his lover continued to make before they got together? Even afterward? What was Kurapika thinking?

Granted, it was conditions - although harsh and uncouth - that he made well before they decided to try loving each other in favor of relinquishing their hate and animosity, but it was still a hard pill to swallow. Kurapika was essentially using an ability that was killing him. The notion forced the anger that Chrollo felt to rise and the sorrow he held back to slowly claw free.

A life without Kurapika in it wasn't a life at all. He had long since resolved to that idea without equivocation. If Kurapika died because of this ability—"

No. There had to be another way. One that both of them would find even if it took an eternity.

Though, Kurapika may not have an eternity for you to find a solution. A voice called out within his mind, and Chrollo's lips twisted into a much deeper frown.

It was quite the conundrum they were in.

Regardless of the notion, Chrollo cast aside his ruminations and realized that Kurapika was facing him again. There was a look of melancholy swimming behind those beautiful, lovely blue eyes, and he considered that it was likely Kurapika was feeling the pain as much as he did. It was the weight of the world that nobody wanted.

"I am sorry," Kurapika uttered pensively, his pink lips slightly parted but hinted by sadness. "Not only was I afraid of how you would react, but I also didn't want to upset you in the process. I know how you feel about me and that if you knew, it would tear you apart. I was careless. Please forgive me."

Right away, Kurapika sensed something cold and wet touch his hand, and he gazed over his side to catch Amar sitting beside him, a mournful expression on their companion's face. The young Nacknar slowly nuzzled beneath his soft, white palm until the base of his hand rested on top of that downy head.

Watching Amar do something so compassionate and supportive added to the regret that Kurapika had and nearly made him want to cry. Holding back the tears that threatened to break the dams behind his eyes was tough alone.

Maybe Amar noticed because his paw came to rest on Kurapika's knee a moment later. "It's alright. I understand but also forgive you. While it's not easy to process the weight of such an outcome, and the very idea is agonizing, you had your reasons." He cooed and sighed when Kurapika began to stroke through his fur, the act soothing. Amar let both ears lay back when those fingers made their way behind them, the sensation enjoyable.

Amar's reaction brought a faint but sad smile to Kurapika's visage, and his head dipped forward as a curtain of gold fell before it. Through the silky strands, he could just make out Chrollo's stare. "Thank you, Amar." He commented tenderly, appreciative of the Nacknar's moral support.

Chrollo, on the other hand—Kurapika bit down as he waited for the older man's response.

The silence seemed to stretch on perpetually.

"Kura," he called out, the tone of each word low and purposely said. "Like Amar stated, I do get why you did what you did, but," Chrollo paused and drew closer to Kurapika despite how it looked to Bill and Shamino, "can't you change that? What necessity is there for it now? You said a while ago that you no longer held the anger for me that you once did, and seeking any revenge was long past. If you had initially created your ability and set those conditions solely on that, why do you still have it?" Following his question, Chrollo leaned forward and took Kurapika's free hand. Holding it was comforting even though he could feel those cold chains beneath his skin.

Again, Chrollo could sense Bill and Shimano's weighing stares on his back, but he was sure they probably suspected that his and Kurapika's relationship wasn't strictly professional.

Not that it mattered anymore. Kurapika was significant to him, and he wanted the younger man to know that. And even then, it wouldn't change the primary reason for their mission. They would continue to protect Queen Oito and Princess Woble while fulfilling his promise to Kurapika to retrieve the last of the Scarlet Eyes. Chrollo wasn't about to abandon that regardless of whether or not the others knew they were lovers. His only focus was ensuring that Kurapika didn't die well before his time.

Finding a solution to their current predicament was essential.

It didn't take more than a split second for Kurapika to understand what Chrollo was saying and that his lover was struck by the fact there was a real chance of him actually dying. The turmoil that shone behind those greys was enough for him to accept that Chrollo was struggling and that something needed to be done. The only problem was he needed to keep Emperor Time long enough to complete their mission. After that, it was unlikely he would continue to use it, especially with it chipping away at his lifespan.

The only question was, could he hold out long enough without it eating him alive?

He had so much to consider.

Kurapika rose up with unbound determination, and his fingers instinctively gripped Chrollo's in the process. He was eternally grateful because the older man had always been there and stuck with him through thick and thin. Now it was just finding a way to ease his lover's stress and worry. If there was a simple solution, he was all for it. Yet, was that even possible?

"I wish there was," Kurapika responded in dismay. "Right now, it's the only way to continue our surveillance of the other royals. Without Emperor Time, I can't borrow from other users. I didn't tell you, but my index chain allows me to take abilities and temporarily use them. Afterward, it returns to the owner. I can only do this while in my specialist state. It is what helped us get this far."

So Kurapika apparently had an ability much like his own? The notion was striking and literally intrigued Chrollo. Immediately, he raised an eyebrow while observing his lover carefully. Realizing another specialist had skills similar to his own was quite a lot to chew on, but it was exceedingly interesting.

Still, the prospect that it was costing him years of his life just to activate it brought a sour taste to Chrollo's mouth. The reality of what it was doing to Kurapika was becoming more than he could genuinely bear.

His hand tightened on Kurapika's. "I honestly can't believe that," Chrollo responded, clearly upset. "You are fully aware of what it's doing yet continue to use it. And at what cost? Your life?" The bitterness in Chrollo's words professed exactly how torn the aspect was making him. Kurapika knew the ability was slowly whittling away at him and decided to use it anyway?

It was nearly impossible to keep the piquancy from underlying his voice, the bile in his stomach making him feel slightly disgusted. Losing Kurapika was beyond acceptable.

Wasn't their potential future together not enough?

Guilt wormed its way over Kurapika's features as his own hand clutched onto Chrollo's. His lover's profession and exasperation over what Emperor Time was doing to him made Kurapika feel utter shame. However, once it was all said and done, he planned to spend every minute possible with those he loved, including Chrollo. There was much to see and do before he ultimately succumbed to the ability's effects.

Again he turned away from Chrollo, the burden of his actions weighing heavily on his mind. Kurapika knew that all he could do was try and appease his lover the best he could and pray it would aid in relaxing his mind, even if a little.

Kurapika sighed. "I am sorry." He reiterated and idly stroked behind Amar's ears as the ebony creature had stayed beside him, although silent. "It wasn't my intention to hurt you like this. I hope that you can forgive me." Kurapika squeezed Chrollo's hand to emphasize that he was sincere.

Chrollo did mean everything to him. The man was the only one to give him every reason to let go and find love.

In the past, he never knew what it meant to have someone so important, but Chrollo turned out to be that and more.

Several moments went by as they merely watched each other without saying anything. Chrollo mulled over Kurapika's last statement, his thoughts a jumbled mess as he attempted to cope with the unfortunate outcome.

But despite everything, Chrollo leaned in without a word and planted a kiss on Kurapika's forehead, its gentleness meant to be comforting. "Of course, I forgive you, Kura. Nothing would ever change how I feel about you. I just don't want to think about a future without you by my side." He fell silent and pulled back to look at Kurapika thoroughly. Everything about the younger man made him unique and was the reason he never wanted to let go. Kurapika was his world. "Just… say that you love me," Chrollo added suddenly, desperation lacing his tone.

The aberrancy of the situation made a visible shade of crimson swiftly rise up along the skin of Kurapika's neck, and he could feel the heat practically reach his ears. It was worse knowing that Bill and Shimano were staring at them or that showing affection even in front of Amar was still awkward. Kurapika huffed and turned to look at anything else but Chrollo. Yet, a finger beneath his chin stopped him instantly when he tried. It seemed that his lover wouldn't let him avoid the request.

Nevertheless, he owed Chrollo an answer. "I love you," Kurapika vocalized slowly and then demurely moved his hand away from Amar to cup the older man's cheek. The other one squeezed Chrollo's hand again. "I always will. That won't ever change." Seconds after, Chrollo's expression softened as if his words held merit, and the very sight made Kurapika smile faintly. Hurting his lover in such a way only strengthened his guilt. "I don't want to be without you either. You're the only one who has ever truly made me happy." He continued, although it was embarrassing to discuss such a private topic in front of others.

At least, it appeared to abate Chrollo's discontent, even if slightly.

Whatever anger and dismay there was gradually dissipated from his features, and Chrollo leaned back slightly in his seat, a vague look of hesitation flashing in his eyes before disappearing. Knowing that Kurapika still loved him helped divert his stress, but the end result remained the same. His life had been shaved away by his Emperor Time ability.

More than once, he witnessed what using it had done to Kurapika, and dealing with the ramifications was stressful. He even wondered if Kurapika's friends were even aware of it? If not, what would they think?

"Do Gon and Killua know?" Chrollo commented abruptly, the severity in his voice returning before evaporating again. "Or that loudmouthed guy with the glasses?"

It caught Kurapika entirely off guard, and he jerked back slightly in Chrollo's grasp. The idea his friends didn't know the full extent of his abilities was a striking reality that left him with mixed emotional feelings. On the one hand, he had distanced himself from them out of fear for their safety, as he didn't want to place their lives in danger. While on the other hand, they had proven time and again to hold their own without his protection.

Because of that, he never told any of them about his dangerous abilities. True to what Chrollo said, how would his friends react if they knew? Kurapika breathed in sharply — he was sure none of them would be too thrilled with the outcome, especially Leorio. Casting aside the fact that he had unrequited feelings for him, Leorio was still his friend and would absolutely freak out.

Even Gon and Killua wouldn't accept it, and Kurapika could practically see their expressions turn utterly dark at the notion. While Gon was usually more lighthearted and understanding about decisions made for personal reasons, exchanging someone's own life for power may bring an entirely different perspective. Killua especially, as Kurapika was sure the young Zoldyck would think that he was either too extreme or a damn idiot for even considering it, much less going that far.

Now that he really thought about it, the notion of reevaluating Emperor Time's importance became a top priority.

Kurapika could have sworn that he was balancing on the razor's edge. "No, they don't." He bit his lip as Chrollo's expression darkened. His lover didn't appear too thrilled over the answer. "I haven't told them. Never planned to. The last thing I wanted was for them to worry about what happens to me."

Right as he finished speaking, the depth of frustration that etched over Chrollo's visage and the flicker of denunciation behind his stormy eyes made Kurapika quickly clamp his jaw shut. It was rare that his lover got angry with him, but now was one of those times.

More and more, Kurapika regretted his decision.

"You really should tell them," Chrollo mouthed slowly, each syllable harsh and commanding. "They have a right to know." He then leaned forward again, his posture imposing. "It's obvious they care for you, Kura. Don't you see that?"

Chrollo sat back after his statement was made, and all Kurapika could do was try to process everything the older man had said. His chest felt heavy, and the pressure made it difficult to breathe.

Facing reality was always something he wasn't good at, mainly when it came down to accepting the truth. Kurapika could already predict where it was leading.

Before he could speak, the sensation of something warm drew his attention from his partner. "I might have a solution for this," Amar said, and every head swiveled in his direction. Kurapika looked especially surprised.

"Oh?" Chrollo responded. He was genuinely curious. "What is it that you propose?"

Amar shifted to sit erect, his tail swishing idly behind him. "There may be a way to reverse the negative effects of Kurapika's ability. However," he paused to intently observe the group's reaction, "acquiring the necessary component will be highly dangerous."

It was as if everyone had lost their function to speak, the very suggestion causing an intense silence to fall around those in the room. Amar was aware that such news would be surprising or difficult to process due to its very nature. Yet, to think there was something that could undo the damage done by adverse effects of Nen skills had to be practically mind-numbing, to say the least.

Mentioning it was a game-changer, though it would come with a high risk. While such a thing did exist, its current location was the problem. That part would be the worst but considering where the ship was headed and what tasks they would have to do upon arrival, keying everyone in made sense.

The only problem was that it meant coming face to face with them again.

Eventually, the bewilderment faded, and Amar could tell that curiosity replaced most of his friend's expressions.

"Come again?" Kurapika muttered after managing to shake off the momentary daze, and he looked directly at Amar. "Did you just say there is a way to undo the effects of Emperor Time?" He sat there, utterly enthralled by such a notion. How that was even possible was beyond him, but Kurapika definitely wanted to hear more on the subject.

He even gazed over at Chrollo, the man appearing just as confounded as he was. "Yes," Chrollo interjected, more than intrigued now, "how is that possible?" From what he knew, the conditions set for Nen skills could be changed, altered, or removed but nullified entirely? He had never heard of anyone who could do this, as generally empowering skills came at a cost. That was the risk involved, so to change it was fascinating.

Then again, the Nacknars were strange creatures - albeit violent - that possessed the ability to speak directly into one's mind. Whatever vast capabilities they had outside of that, no one knew about it. So maybe they had some way to dispel the effects of Nen since the creatures were impervious to it themselves.

Still, the prospect of it was shocking in any regard.

Which Amar had expected nonetheless. Taking in something that extreme would be hard to contend with. Even more so once he revealed exactly how. Amar readied himself. "Well," he began while keeping his voice steady, "there is an item or sustenance that can unravel any negative outcome inflicted by magic. This includes spells, objects, abilities, or anything related to it, no matter the form. Since Nen is practically akin to magic, I feel this may work. It's a liquid that works upon consumption." Once he finished, Amar was prepared for the swath of questions that would surely follow.

Or the one question likely to get asked.

Another moment passed as Chrollo and Kurapika slowly ingested what they heard. Bill appeared to be uncertain since he wasn't as knowledgeable on the depths of Kurapika's condition nor the situation about the Nacknars. Though it was clear the man was no less curious.

"So it's basically something you drink that can mend Nen effects no matter the circumstance? Am I correct on that assumption?" Chrollo commented in place of Kurapika, though it wasn't hard to tell that his lover had his own comments to say. They just needed to get straight down to the point. He was no less baffled but still fascinated by the very notion.

Finding out more was imperative.

"Yes," Amar answered slowly, "because of how closely related, or practically akin that Nen is." He could feel the weight of their stares along with their intense scrutiny. He didn't blame them. It was a lot to take in. "Essentially, it's the same as using magic. Drinking the liquid should do the trick. I have never seen it used but heard of it working successfully. After learning what happened to Kurapika and that it's… killing him, I want to help." Amar ceased talking and looked away; thinking about what Emperor Time was doing to his companion made it that much harder on him. Once he composed himself, Amar was finally able to face Kurapika again. "You and Chrollo are the only ones to show me kindness aside from the nice old human who saved me for what seems so long. I owe you a debt of gratitude and want to do what I can. Not only that… I don't want to be alone again either."

Solitude. Abandonment. Isolation. It wasn't something that Amar wished to experience a second time. Dealing with it initially after his own kind turned their backs on him had been rough. The notion made Amar feel dejected back then, and he wished to not see that repeated.

He was happy and content with his two new companions, even if it had been a long and hard road proving himself. There wasn't anything he wanted to change.

Another round of silence encompassed the room, and Amar tensed up only out of fear that what he divulged wouldn't be accepted or taken seriously. He awaited their responses as he was sure they had much more to ask.

Kurapika straightened his back after mulling over the information given. Despite the fragile nature of the situation, he wanted to continue and learn as much as possible about this strange liquid said to undo the consequences of using Nen.

It was unprecedented and would change everything if what Amar said was right.

Though, Kurapika wasn't about to get his hopes up yet. "If what you are telling us is true, and there really is a liquid that can reverse the conditions of Nen skills, can you tell us where it is located?"

Naturally, Amar was already prepared to tell him as it was the exact question he expected to hear. So it wasn't surprising that either of them wanted to know the answer. Fixing what happened would have come to the forefront sooner or later. Kurapika was too important and special to a lot of people. Him included. Chrollo loved Kurapika, there was no doubt about that, but he also cared for the young man.

If Kurapika were to die, there was no telling what impact it would have on everyone. The mere thought alone was jarring.

"I do know where it is," Amar confirmed after a minute, the thickness in his mouth making it difficult to speak. "However, it will be no easy task. Currently, my old platoon has possession of it, and was part of the spoils taken after ransacking another civilization. It's not at every opportunity that my kind takes something as trophies from who they conqueror, but that time it was different. The entities were exceptionally powerful and had great intelligence. After they were defeated, that was just one of the many items my platoon brought back." He stopped and swallowed before speaking. Recounting the story wasn't easy. "I only heard stories of it, but those entities were praised for having skills beyond imagination. It's why the queen issued an ordered for their home to be plundered afterward." Amar swished his tail once he finished speaking to mimic his mood. The tension in his own body made him feel stiff and awkward.

It didn't help that all three men were practically staring at him, their eyes watching him intently without ever breaking contact. Amar didn't know how he had managed to hold up beneath such weight.

Hopefully, what he told them wasn't too perplexing.

"I see," Chrollo said after a rather long pause. Taking in all the information wasn't easy, much less hearing about how the Nacknars had obliterated other worlds and the living beings that inhabited them. Remembering the state Mirie was in and how all those people were slaughtered had left him and Kurapika with bad memories. There were times when his lover had nightmares because of it. "So basically, to obtain this miracle liquid, we have to find the remaining Nacknars, which are supposed to be on the Dark Continent, and take it from them." Immediately, Chrollo turned so that he faced Amar entirely and shoved both hands into the pockets of his slacks. The day was turning out to be very interesting indeed.

"To be literal, yes. It is the only way that I can see to prevent anything more from happening to Kurapika. The true challenge will be getting to it." Amar breathed out slowly, his tail now lying flat on the ground. It wasn't ideal, especially with everything else on top of their current problems.

From dealing with the Succession War to figuring out the Nen Beasts and how they work, planning to invade his former platoon only added to their already filled plate. And yet, doing so would essentially save Kurapika's life. If Emperor Time reduced his life expectancy, prioritizing it was justified. When it came down, Kurapika was exceptional, and neither he nor Chrollo would allow that to happen. Death wasn't an option.

Following his words, the mood quickly turned somber, and both Kurapika and Chrollo appeared bewildered. Realizing there was a feasible way to cease the repercussions of Emperor Time's damaging effects was promising, but reaching it was an entirely separate matter.

The initial encounter and subsequent battle with the Nacknars didn't make them eager to cross paths with the creatures again. Amar was the exception, as the young pup had proven to be different, but the rest? Only fools wanted to tangle with those malicious beasts.

Yet, there was no other way if Kurapika had any hope of fulfilling the chance of a long - and potentially happy - life with Chrollo.

Facing their other nemesis would be inevitable.

Defeating Tserriednich and acquiring the remaining Scarlet Eyes wasn't his only goal now.

A low hum escaped Kurapika's lips as he thought the prospect over, and although he could hear the incertitude in Chrollo's voice, which added to his own concern, restoring what years he had lost became appealing. If his situation hadn't changed, and Chrollo was still his enemy, then whether he lived or died wouldn't have mattered. But that wasn't the case anymore. The older man had subdued, then ended his hate, shown him how to love, and opened his eyes to the world's beauty. Plus, his clan wanted him to continue their legacy. He was the last surviving Kurta, after all.

Unless that aspect were to change at some point, Kurapika still liked the idea of possibly having children of his own.

"If something like that does truly exist," Kurapika began, his body trembling at the thought, "then I would like to find out. Of course, it will be dangerous to do that, but if there is even a remote chance that I can recoup what I have lost, then it's something that I cannot pass up."

Practically after he made the proclamation, voices filled his mind, the very tenor of them already striking him with familiarity. It wasn't too often anymore that his deceased clan spoke to him, but this was one of those instances, and their encouraging but beseeching words only added to his determination. Ever since the day that his mother had come to him, they had been a continuous presence, though Kurapika had never refuted the comfort it gave him. Having them around, even if it was incorporeal, was galvanizing.

A slight frown marked Chrollo's lips, and he exhaled sharply through his nose before briefly closing his eyes. He still wasn't entirely appetent with tracking the Nacknars down, but if it meant getting ahold of the object they had so that would let his lover more time with him, who was he to argue? Losing Kurapika was never on his agenda.

The very idea of it still haunted him.

Reaching over with both hands, Chrollo placed them on Kurapika's shoulders and looked directly into his vibrant eyes. "I may still have my reservations about reencountering those beasts, but I support whatever your decision is. Rectifying the negative outcome from using that ability is definitely important." There was a moment where Chrollo just merely stood there observing Kurapika. He scanned his lover over while taking every part of the younger man in. Doing that reminded him of just how beautiful Kurapika was. "And not only that," Chrollo finally said after returning to his senses, "you know that I don't want to be in a world without you. I will admit, the fear of you dying still plagues me to this day."

He had come to that very conclusion not long after realizing how he felt for Kurapika. Not once had he truly felt connected to anyone, and it was an aspect that he wanted to hold onto. Chrollo tightened his grip on Kurapika's shoulders, the pressure an added emphasis to the declaration that he made.

The weight of his touch invoked a faint but pleased smile to grace Kurapika's plush lips, and he raised one of his own hands to let it rest over Chrollo's. "I understand how you feel." He replied softly, the concern that his lover had continued to show only reinforcing the aspect that his lover had a tender side. Chrollo was the leader of the Genei Ryodan, but the man had proven that he wasn't just a monster and was capable of caring for someone. "Facing them again isn't something that I find ideal, and I am not looking forward to a potential battle with them, but this may be the only opportunity I have to get back what I have lost." He squeezed Chrollo's hand, hoping that it helped to assuage any lingering doubts he may have.

Kurapika couldn't blame his lover for the way that he felt. They were tightly bound and not just physically. The emotional connection they shared was strong and virtually unbreakable.

Warmth bloomed over his skin when Kurapika's palm came over the top of his hand, and the sensation of its silkiness made Chrollo purr inwardly. He had to fight to keep from vocalizing it out of professionalism and respect for Kurapika with how much affection he showed his lover in public. Still, it made him feel more at ease knowing that Kurapika acknowledged why he had some reluctance. If anything were to happen to Kurapika—

Casting the thought aside, Chrollo decided it was best to focus on what they were currently dealing with and cross that bridge when they came to it. There was still some time before the Black Whale reached the Dark Continent, and surviving until that point was crucial.

"It pleases me to know that," Chrollo uttered softly before pulling both hands away to severe the contact he had with Kurapika. Though he could still sense the lingering feel of the younger man's touch on his skin. "However, I agree with you about fixing your current situation. If there really is a way to reverse the damage so that you get to live a full life, then I want to make it happen."

The strenuous sound in Chrollo's voice was enough to show the vein of concern still present, although it didn't mask the fact he was supportive of the idea. Coming into contact with the Nacknars again, in general, wasn't the reason that he was on edge. Instead, it was because of the overall danger they imposed and that he didn't want Kurapika to risk his life further.

His lover had already suffered the blows of a decreasing lifespan; adding more pressure would only further the younger man's trauma. Plus, thinking about it pained him. Preserving Kurapika, however necessary, took precedence. For Chrollo, it forcibly pushed his diffidence into the background. Whatever it took, he would ensure that Kurapika survived. There was still a vast world that awaited them, with many things to do and see. Chrollo wanted to show Kurapika everything that it had to offer.

But he also wanted to ensure they had a chance to grow old together.

The intense light that tended to shine in Kurapika's eyes seemed to flare, and witnessing it was satisfying. "Thank you." He murmured before reaching up and tucking a lock of golden hair behind his ear. The movement caused the earring bolted into it to sway. A flash of red briefly stretched along the length of his jaw as the ruby hanging from the tip caught the light at just the right angle. "I have every reason now to rectify my mistakes. Knowing that you support me in that endeavor is comforting." Kurapika added before smiling. It was generally rare that he did, but watching Chrollo consistently exhibit compassion always tugged pleasantly at his heart. It continued to solidify why he vehemently loved the man.

"You have my full support as well," Amar vocalized suddenly. Hearing it added to Kurapika's confidence.

It was reassuring to know that both Chrollo and Amar would be there with him every step of the way.

"Well," Bill's voice abruptly cut through the somewhat tender moment, and the slender man crossed his arms. "I don't know much about these creatures or the exact nature behind your abilities, but I will help in any way that I can. You just tell me what needs to be done and I will see to it."

Bill's offer to assist them made Kurapika nod as it successfully boosted his intrepidity. His co-worker had been a valuable asset and would continue to do so. Any help they got was a bonus.

Before Kurapika could reply, his attention was diverted by the sound of groaning, and he caught sight of the sheets moving on the luxurious bed next to them. Instantly, Shimano turned to move closer as she gently rocked the infant within her arms. Oito's eyes popped open when she reached the edge, and the woman raised herself upward. "Where is my daughter?" She whispered, her voice raspy.

Amar wasted not one second and rushed right to her side.

"Right here. She's been with me the entire time," Shimano confirmed and leaned in slightly to gesture toward the baby resting peacefully within her protective embrace.

As Amar pulled himself close to Oito, his expression changing from passive to concern, ebony paws came to reside on top of the sheets. He glanced at Woble, his ears perking upon seeing her before switching back to the queen. "How do you feel , Lady Oito?" Amar questioned, his eyes scanning her weary features.

Despite the overt concern in the Nacknar's voice, Oito brought one hand up to clutch at the side of her head. Besides the stiffness plaguing her muscles and joints, she could feel the onset of a nagging headache, possibly the side effects of Kurapika's ability. Dark, heavy rings sat beneath her eyes, another byproduct of what happened, although she had been unconscious for over nine hours. Oito closed her eyes while attempting to stave off the dizziness that hit her and breathed in slowly to steady herself. She could feel all four sets of eyes watching her the whole time.

Once Oito found enough strength to speak, she turned her attention toward Amar. The creature had indeed been sweet and caring. "I have felt better." She murmured and clutched at her head again. Recovering from the after-effects of Emperor Time would take a bit. "Though, I am glad to know that you are here. You have been a great help thus far." Oito cooed in a soft, dulcet voice. She may have been stressed by recent circumstances, but her frustration wasn't toward Amar.

Knowing that she was okay for the moment had been enough to remotely sate Amar's worry, though it didn't entirely abate the sensation that something was still off. Oito's outward appearance suggested that she would somehow manage, but from the way she spoke, even if it was slightly demure, Amar couldn't help but suspect that it was merely a pretense to hide precisely what was going on.

The very notion caused his ears to slightly wilt, but he nodded averment. At least Oito was still grateful for him and how much assistance he had already provided.

Knowing that she wanted him there made it easier to deal with her condition. The notion made him happy. "I understand," Amar said, one of his paws moving to rest on her knee as if to offer some comfort. "Regardless of what happens, I am here to help in any way possible."

Oito bowed her head slightly in acknowledgment and gingerly touched the sable-hued paw. Amar really was kind. "Thank you." She vocalized in response.

Before they could continue further, Kurapika motioned closer, a mix of concern and wariness on his otherwise young features. Shadowy circles lined his eyes that were still concealed behind dark contacts. Even his hair was tousled, making him appear no less haggard. Oito glanced at him as he came to stand beside the bed. "Your majesty—" He began, but a sharp look from her overtly fatigued expression cut him short.

"I know. I will continue." She commented phlegmatically, her posture somewhat rigid. "Shall I resume from the Twelfth Princess?" Oito closed her tired eyes and stabilized herself. Gathering her resolve wasn't easy.

The immediate response made Kurapika blink as he hadn't expected Oito to progress forward after what happened, but her brusque tone arose a bit of conjecture in him. Kurapika frowned. "No," he uttered slowly, careful with the words that he chose, "my ability was more onerous to handle than I thought." Kurapika breathed out sharply, the aftereffects of Emperor Time still weighing heavily on him. "It is the reason for the deep sleep." He added expressly. "We will change the order of our investigation. Please examine the Fourth Prince's security and staff."

Kurapika's odd change in procedure confused Oito, and she pursed her lips, unsure what to make of her bodyguard's behavior. She averted her eyes to look over at both Chrollo and Bill to weigh their responses, but neither man was easy to read, and she shifted back to Kurapika, her mind still weary. "Are you alright?" Oito questioned after a few seconds. "You don't look well."

Her inquiry caught him unawares. "I truthfully don't know." Kurapika lied. He could feel Chrollo's gaze burning at his back. The older man had moved slightly closer, which made Kurapika shiver. "Nonetheless, when I give the signal, order the dolphin to deactivate immediately." He watched as Oito reached over to carefully pick up the notebook she had been using earlier from beside her.

"So, I am to start from Tserriednich." She nodded, then paused. "Is that mainly for your convenience?" Oito accused pointedly.

Her sharp words cut like a knife and forced Kurapika to falter into uneasy silence. It left him at a loss for words.

"While there are personal reasons for us to garner information on the Fourth Prince," Chrollo intervened and came up fluidly beside Kurapika, "it's crucial to do so on a more strategic level. For example, Kurapika and I surmised earlier that Prince Benjamin's soldiers are likely to be Nen users and wouldn't let anything enter the room." He furthered in a taut but steady voice to convey the truth behind it.

"Yes," Kurapika followed, picking up where his lover left off. "I had thought if there wasn't a time limit, we could try infiltrating him last just to gauge how tight their security is. Though we can easily surmise the Second Princess didn't respond to the offer because her guards also know Nen." He was confident that he was right as there was hardly any need to doubt it after their brush with the First Prince's guards. It seemed highly probable that Princess Camilla's own security was the same. "They even declined the opportunity for recon because they have someone with such ability and believe that Slakka, who is affiliated with Queen Duazul, is enough." Kurapika fell quiet again while processing the information he had divulged, so everyone else could do the same. It was a lot to take in, especially now with the weight of Emperor Time hanging over them. He resumed a moment later. "There is also the off chance that Second Princess Camilla has sole authority over all matters." He finalized, though with a bit of uncertainty.

For the longest, no one spoke a word as the gravity of what they faced began to slowly settle. The revelation was nothing short of startling, but it was an unfortunate necessity. Between their current investigation and dealing with the repercussions of Emperor Time, it made everything complicated. Still, they had to get through it. Kurapika tried to retain faith after learning there was potentially something that could reverse the effects. Just the knowledge of it alone gave him hope.

Surviving was essential, and not just for himself but for Chrollo as well. The idea that his lover was suffering primarily because of his past actions tore Kurapika from the inside out. He wanted to ease that pain and live for both of their sakes. Chrollo had been very caring, and all he wanted was to do the same.

They just had to get through the Succession War and find the Scarlet Eyes first.

"Honestly," Shimano spoke to dispel the silence, the woman's voice soft and buoyant. "I think his insight is correct. Only his majesty the king can express opinions to Princess Camilla."

It could also explain the Second Princess's recent actions.

"Not only that," Kurapika followed Shimano's statement, "but we now have a connection to Third Prince Zhang Lei. So, our priority should be Fourth Prince Tserriednich as we have zero information on him."

Oito just sat there for a while as she attempted to make sense of everything. It was hard to ignore the underlying suspicion that both men had ulterior motives for their actions, but there was no reason to do anything about it. She had already made her vow and was only doing what she must for the sake of her daughter and nothing more. Even she wasn't about to go to any extremes for them, especially if it placed her or Woble in jeopardy.

Protecting her baby from the evil in the world was her duty as a mother.

The clicking sound on the tile floors drew her attention, and Oito was pulled from her rambling thoughts to notice Kurapika slowly kneeling on the floor before her. Chrollo followed suit afterward. His eyes locked with her before bringing his chained right hand to rest in a fist over his heart. "Your majesty, I understand your unease, though I will repeat this as many times as necessary. We are here to protect you and the princess. Please trust us."

Immediately following the proclamation, Amar let his head rest on Oito's lap again, the gesture pleading while affirming his support. Like Kurapika and Chrollo, he was also there to protect the queen and her infant daughter. "You have nothing to fear or worry about, Lady Oito," Amar spoke confidently, his words almost a purr. "We are here to ensure the safety of you both. Anything else is tributary." The reassurance, he hoped, would be enough to soothe her uncertainty.

Another pause stretched between them for what seemed like infinity, which made it more disconcerting that Oito wasn't about to believe them when the sound of Shimano's surprised voice dampened the growing turbulence. "Your grace, look!" The woman exclaimed, and every head swiveled toward Woble, who had recently been placed into her crib and was reaching adamantly toward Kurapika, Chrollo, and Amar.

There was a cheery, bubbly expression on the little girl's face, and instantly, Oito felt a tug at her heart. "Woble…" She breathed out, the airiness to it sounded almost melodious despite the exhaustion claiming her, and she couldn't help but smile, even if faintly

Yet, that emotion strengthened when her tiny hand reached out for Kurapika, and the young man's much larger fingers contacted it. Woble cooed and grabbed one of them without hesitation, her cheeks practically glowing cherry-red.

Witnessing the moment instantly brought an upward curl to both men's lips. It wasn't entirely within Chrollo to have an affinity for kids, but he still welcomed the idea of him and Kurapika having one of their own someday. Amar tilted his head slightly in Oito's lap, nearly overjoyed to be present for such a sight. His ears perked, and he almost sighed in contentment when Oito's slender hand came to stroke idly around the small horn on top of his head.

Moments like this were something that most of them rarely got to see. Taking the time to enjoy it was exceptional.

Kurapika had to fight back a few tears that threatened to break free as Woble gently gripped the tips of his slender digits. The little girl's mumbled words of "dah dah" caused him to feel a swell of adoration for such an energetic, jubilant child. Seeing how she automatically reached out for him, the sprightly expression on her delicate features, and the unconditional trust that she exhibited nearly caused an emotional rush to suddenly jolt through him. For a mere second, Kurapika was overcome with a mixture of joy and sadness, yet, like Amar, his desire to protect the princess and keep her safe only intensified.

Thinking about such a small flame, a life that had barely begun to live, getting extinguished because of a political war caused his gut to tighten. It was of no mystery why Amar felt the way that he did.

As the child continued to gab his fingers, Kurapika brought his other hand up over his heart again. "What do you say, Princess Woble?" He asked, though his voice was slightly cracked by earlier distress.

Without hesitation, the spirited child tightened her fingers around the ones within her hold and tugged them forward playfully, another round of dah dah escaping her tiny lips. The reaction alone seemed to significantly impact both Kurapika and Oito as they both couldn't stop the smiles from expanding on their faces. Even Chrollo appeared moved by the scene. Amar glanced between them, including Bill, the sense of a steadily rising calm bringing forth a bit of relief to the room. Perhaps it was temporary, but a brief interlude amid the growing turbulence was most certainly needed.

It was a definite plus if it helped put everyone at ease, especially the queen.

After several minutes passed, Oito reached forward to regain the pen that she dropped earlier and prepared to write down any information she had gathered once they resumed the investigation. Stealth Dolphin hovered just beside her, silently awaiting the woman's command.

He instantly noticed her movements and was about to comment about not rushing to do anything when a firm hand on his shoulder stopped him abruptly. Kurapika glanced over to see that Chrollo had sidled up beside him. "Is everything alright?" The older man inquired. Yet, the look on Chrollo's features and overall demeanor hinted there was more going on than his lover had shown visually.

The notion made Kurapika sigh heavily as he knew the reveal about his Nen and its secrets was still fresh in everyone's minds, Chrollo especially. It was news that was exceptionally hard on him, mainly because of just how close they had become. Not only had he and Chrollo developed an affinity for each other, but they also shared an intense, emotional bond.

Despite that Chrollo had, at one time, been the reason for all his pain and sorrow, they had managed to get past it and found love together. Even now, there was no shortage of that between them.

He could only imagine the inner turmoil that Chrollo was going through because of him. Kurapika remembered the numerous times when his lover had mentioned just how much he resented his decision and the damage that it had caused. And even though Kurapika was still trying to forgive Chrollo, the man still genuinely felt remorse. That alone was enough to wrench at his stomach and make the guilt eat away at him even more.

Steadily Kurapika realized that he also hated causing Chrollo any pain, just as Chrollo did with him.

Breathing out slowly, he gingerly placed a hand over his lover's. "Not entirely," Kurapika answered honestly, "but we will get through this somehow." Then, deciding not to wait for Chrollo's response, he took hold of the other man's hand and brought it close, not caring who else was around, before resting the top of it against his cheek. Kurapika closed his eyes, if for only a second, and relished in the softness and warmth it provided.

The sudden action caught Chrollo off-guard as he hadn't expected Kurapika to be so emotional - or affectionate - in public around other people. And yet, the simple gesture made the corners of his mouth turn up slightly. Dealing with his own commingle of emotions had been difficult, but staying close to Kurapika and even sharing a quick, tender moment helped alleviate some of the tension and stress. Just feeling the silkiness of Kurapika's skin and the heat from his hand caused Chrollo to tremble ever so slightly. The younger man was his world, his everything . Losing that meant losing a part of himself.

The notion was unfathomable and one that he wasn't inclined to accept. Realizing that Kurapika had abilities literally eating away at his very life force was perpetually unnerving that it left Chrollo feeling sheer disconsolation. It was bad enough that Kurapika had to endure so much misery and heartache due to the loss of his clan. However, knowing the exact cause of that made Chrollo agonize even more. Because of him, Kurapika had created it solely for getting revenge and without any consideration for his own livelihood.

Now that very same power threatened to consume Kurapika whole. Thinking about it tore painfully at his heart.

Their only saving grace hinged on a rare, mystical substance that was said to restore lost years of life. Such a thing sounded infallible, far-fetched, and practically insane. How anything could do that, be it an object or consumable, seemed to be a far stretch of the imagination, yet it was Kurapika's only chance of seeing old age.

For Chrollo, it was enough despite riding on the belief that something so extraordinary even existed. It was a chance that he was willing to take.

He trusted Amar, just as Kurapika did, and clung to the hope of actually finding it and reversing the damage of his lover's Nen ability.

Although it bothered him that Kurapika continued to use Emperor Time, Chrollo knew that it was essential, if not vital, for all of them to survive the Succession War. They had to reach the Dark Continent if either of them were going to encounter the remaining Nacknars and locate the item they were searching for. Therefore, ensuring that Kurapika lived remained imperative.

There was no way in hell that he was about to let go of the one person most important to him.

Instead of getting frustrated or displeased with his lover, Chrollo merely reached over to run the fingers of his free hand through Kurapika's locks as the younger man tenderly cradled the other. They both already had enough to deal with.

"I believe you," Chrollo uttered while stroking his golden strands. "We will eventually figure out what to do with our new… predicament. For now, it's wise to focus on dealing with the royals and how to keep them from getting the upper-hand. Just be careful with using that ability Kura. We don't need it to backfire or increase the damage that's already been done."

There was a measure of truth to what had been said. Kurapika ceased rubbing against Chrollo's skin and expelled a breath before lifting to meet his lover's eyes. "Agreed." He responded, the base of his thumb now stroking over the hand lying beneath it. "So far, we have managed to form an alliance with two of the royals, even if both are still frangible. Jeopardizing that would be ill-advised." Kurapika considered their current position and weighed the potential benefits for a moment. If keeping some of the more influential royals in their corner meant a greater chance of withstanding the Succession War, it was best to prevent that from changing. They already had enough against them as is. "But don't worry," he continued, voice soft, "I will be cautious from here on out. That I can promise you." Kurapika managed a faint smile hoping it would help console him.

It was undeniable that Chrollo struggled with the reality of what had been said and just how substantial the danger really was. The very aspect was a difficult pill to swallow, and Kurapika already felt a twinge of remorse for how his own decisions were now affecting his lover. In the beginning, nothing else mattered aside from his revenge, but unfortunately, the damage was already done. Obviously, it troubled Chrollo, and Kurapika couldn't shake the creeping repentance that it left him with.

Ultimately, they were both guilty of the same exact thing. It was strangely ironic.

And yet, Chrollo was significant enough that Kurapika held absolutely no regrets over his decision for them to be together. He had spent most of his early life without knowing what love was.

So now that he had someone in his life who was able to show him, Kurapika knew just how painful his past choices really were.

Chrollo had demonstrated more than once that he genuinely regretted what happened all those years ago, and Kurapika found himself slowly forgiving the older man because of it. Knowing how Chrollo felt about him and seeing the parallels between them made Kurapika realize that he was no different. They really were two sides of the same coin.

Without thinking, Chrollo instinctively cupped Kurapika's cheek and rubbed it tenderly as the younger man's thumb swept over the top of his hand. The sensation made him purr, and Chrollo could tell the strain in his muscles eased up ever so slightly. Kurapika continuing to use Emperor Time was perturbing - he wasn't keen on the idea at all - but there was little choice.

Now that he was aware of such a deadly skill, Chrollo could help manage it until they reached the Dark Continent and were able to find the miracle fluid the Nacknars had.

Chrollo nodded in correspondence to what his lover had said despite his nagging reservations and reluctantly swallowed his disapproval. They would get through it all somehow.

Smiling, Kurapika carefully, though reluctantly, slid his hand away and turned back to Oito, who had been watching them quietly for some time. Amar had since clambered up onto the bed and rested beside her with his head on her knee.

Although he could still sense the slight, lingering tension in the room, he already seemed to know the answer once their eyes met. Oito had decided to keep on trusting them and planned to resume her investigation.

Silently, Oito leaned over to once again pluck the notebook from the bed and turned to face Kurapika. "Would you like me to continue?" She questioned with the pen now in her other hand.

Kurapika nodded instantly, and within minutes, Oito could practically sense the roach's movement as she regained control of the insect and directed it through the ship's air ducts. Carefully it scuttled along the passageways that lead from room ten-thirteen toward ten-zero-four. She breathed out as the insect reached the last set of bends that would connect directly to Prince Tserriednich's quarters and willed herself to make the final leg of the journey.

Keeping the pace swift was imperative as Queen Oito knew that Kurapika's ability created a severe strain on him the longer it remained active.

Plus, she was aware of its inexorable consequences and its effect on both him and Chrollo. Especially after finding out they were both lovers. She didn't quite know why they had kept it secret from her, but it was a question for another time. For now, she had to focus on the task at hand. Gathering as much information as possible was paramount.

Slowly, Oito compelled the roach forward, the last turn leading her straight to where Tserriednich was before something immediately halted the insect dead in its tracks. Oito screamed when the image of a woman with plum skin suddenly appeared in the duct before her. She barely had time to process what she saw as the creature's mouth quickly opened to reveal another face within that sprouted bulbous tendrils from its own maw.

The figure hissed vehemently, and Oito cried out again just before her connection to the insect was severed.

She trembled while slowly coming back out of her trance-like state and fought to quell her rapidly palpitating heart. Even her skin was blanched and covered in a thin sheen of sweat. It took Oito a few seconds to register that both Kurapika and Chrollo were at her side, along with everyone else. Amar had also gone rigid and was staring at her worriedly.

"Queen Oito! What is wrong?" Babimyna catechized, his voice loud and prominent as he entered the room along with Zhang Lei's guards. The woman clearly was distraught.

Every head swiveled in the man's direction, including Amar, which made him instantly displeased. It wasn't as if the Queen or her baby would get any viable help from Babimyna or the Third Prince's lot. Kurapika, on the other hand, simply waved them away. "She had a nightmare. Return to your stations." He instructed and turned back to Oito.

Although Kurapika's command was explicit and firm, Babimyna couldn't dismiss the notion that something was off about the entire situation. He lingered for a bit to observe all three men and their pet creature as they attempted to console the queen, but he couldn't shake the idea there was something more than Kurapika let on.

Babimyna pursed his lips and turned away reluctantly without a word. Whatever was going on, they weren't going to reveal it anytime soon, if at all. He would just have to bid his time and attempt to find out later. The sound of boots against the tiled floor announced his departure.

Satisfied the other guards had left, Kurapika reached out to grasp the queen's unsteady hands, but he soon realized that Amar had already tried to nudge his snout between them and was whimpering softly at her. "Your grace," he began, concernment lacing his words, "are you alright? Can you tell me what happened?"

Oito trembled again at the question Kurapika presented her, though she attempted to calm slightly when she felt Amar's cold nose touch the surface of her hand. She glanced in his and placed her fingers on the side of his face when she heard him make a soft noise. His fur was soothing against her skin. "I-I really don't know." She uttered, her voice shaky. "I saw a strange woman's face appear without warning inside the passageway. There was a low hiss, and that's it. I think the bug got eaten after that." She added while trying to calm herself by petting the area below Amar's long ear.

"It's going to be alright, Lady Oito," Amar responded consolingly. He hated the duress that she was ultimately getting put through. Yet, it was unavoidable, and she had long since agreed to help whatever the cost. "There is nothing to fear. We are all here by your side. You know that I will protect you no matter what," Amar added, his paw resting gently on Oito's arm to help offer her reassurance.

Between him and Kurapika, with Chrollo and Bill backing them up, surely they would manage to get through their conundrum without too much of a hitch. Of course, there was the issue with Kurapika and whatever magical ability he had that created negative feedback every time it was used, but Amar was sure they would still get through it no matter what.

He was prepared to go to great lengths to ensure they made it off the boat and onto the Dark Continent. Although he wasn't enthusiastic to see his own kind again, facing them to secure Kurapika's future made it worth the experience.

"Did anything else happen?" Kurapika questioned after the momentary intermission, and she turned to face him after nodding in assent to Amar.

It was hard to focus after dealing with something frightening and unexpected. The encounter left her nerves shot and entirely uncertain about going on, as it were. Oito frowned again when she heard Stealth Dolphin confirm her suspicion that her link to the roach had been severed. "Nothing else aside from that horrible face materializing inside the air duct and that I can no longer sense the insect. Even the creature hovering beside me said the ability was deactivated."

A look of incredulity crossed over Kurapika's features; it was frustrating that everything that happened up to that point was nothing but a complete waste. It was bad enough that security was so ungodly tight around the Forth Prince that even they couldn't slip a bug through, but it also placed his life at risk for the sake of the mission, which made it far worse.

The sound of Chrollo's voice, along with his words, echoed morosely through Kurapika's mind. Knowing it had all been for naught and at his expense only added to the pensiveness that he felt.

They were more likely stopped by the damn Nen Beast protecting the Fourth Prince.

Then, without any warning, Kurapika could nearly sense every muscle within his body tense up before stiffening, then going lax as it seemed like his knees were going to give out. One of his hands lashed out to grab the nearest thing he could to steady himself, then brought his other hand to rest against the side of his face. Kurapika's vision swam briefly, and the young man bit his lip as a wave of nausea and fatigue crashed into him without mercy. The physical toll of using Emperor Time for too long didn't seem to be lessening as he thought it would.

Because of it, Kurapika almost missed the fingers that brushed along his arm and the gentle voice that called out to him. Once the symptoms started to subside, he realized that Chrollo and Bill were standing beside him while exhibiting concern.

"Are you alright, Kura?" Chrollo inquired while resisting another urge to use a pet name at the end. Despite Kurapika being his partner, it was hard to keep from addressing the younger man so affectionately.

Especially now since they were facing the ramifications of his lover's Nen. The rings around and beneath Kurapika's eyes were becoming predominant. Seeing the outcome of using his ability deepened the unease that currently plagued Chrollo. He had already been at odds with knowing that he was the primary reason for Kurapika creating such a devastating ability but watching it happen and not being able to do anything about it was beyond tolerable.

The thought of ending up alone crossed his mind for a second time, and Chrollo shuddered at the idea.

"Not… really, but I will manage," Kurapika muttered quietly enough that only Chrollo and maybe Bill could hear. Oito had been through a lot recently, and Amar was dealing with enough already. He didn't want to add his problems to their growing list of worries. "Besides, you're here with me, so that also helps," Kurapika affirmed, a faint smile gracing his lips.

Kurapika reached over and tenderly traced the outlines of Chrollo's cheek and jaw. The emotion he saw swirling behind the older man's eyes was poignant.

It made him regret the decision he had made back then even more.

"Are you sure that you will be alright with carrying on?" Bill asked a few seconds later. With Kurapika's condition uncertain, he wanted to ensure that it was safe to proceed.

For the longest, their co-worker had remained silent throughout the entire exchange, which startled Kurapika slightly when the man finally spoke up. "I know that what happened thus far has taken a significant toll on not just our resources but also on myself. However, regardless of that, I plan to continue nonetheless. I will be fine. Just trust me on that."

The confession made Bill and Chrollo both raise their eyebrows, but the older guard simply nodded. "Alright. I just wanted to be certain since the royals are still planning on sending people." He shifted his gaze between those in the room and the door behind them. Hopefully, nothing bad was happening in his absence.

Kurapika nodded and breathed out slowly even though he didn't blame Bill for acting so critically. With their current state, remaining alert and diligent could mean the difference between success and failure. There was no leeway to make mistakes.

"Are you sure that you are ready to proceed?" Chrollo inquired once Bill had finished his own examination. "You just went through a lot and still appear exhausted. It wouldn't bode well if something happened to you during the lesson." At the rate Kurapika was going, he wouldn't be too surprised if his lover collapsed from debility in front of everyone. Kurapika had a tendency to push his limits and then some.

His lover really needed to learn how to slow down. It bothered Chrollo at times.

However, what he said seemed to give Kurapika pause, and his attention landed on the tall, dark - and ungodly handsome - man beside him. Chrollo's protective side was showing again. It brought a vein of satisfaction to Kurapika. Maybe there were points where his doting became too much, but it was comforting to know that someone truly cared for him. It helped to bolster his confidence and continued desire to live.

Yet, what his lover said was true. At least on the point where he was still fatigued and that it could potentially affect him. Moreover, the weariness was beginning to set in, making it difficult to stay alert and vigilant.

Because of that, Kurapika hoped that he would be able to manage. "Although I could probably use a bit more rest," he began, voice even, "it is important that I press on with the lessons. The tensions between the royals and us have become problematic and greatly disconcerting. This is the only way I can think of to even the battlefield, so causing a delay in teaching the guards Nen will undoubtedly cause a ripple effect."

Kurapika rose from his position before the queen's bed, and both Chrollo and Amar watched him as he moved. Lingering for too much longer would have unfortunate consequences that none of them could afford.

Before Kurapika could further his speech, there was a firm grip on his arm. "Kura…" His lover vocalized slowly, the sound of his name making Kurapika shiver. "Just promise me to be careful. I'll remain out there with you to help ensure that everything goes as it should." Chrollo squeezed the younger man's arm to emphasize his statement.

It took all that Kurapika had to not ultimately wilt into Chrollo's arms as the lull to be close to him was that great. The idea of just curling up against him and forgetting about both the bloody boat and the infernal Succession War blazed strong within him, but they had a duty to uphold and a mission to complete. Getting through it was their only way out.

Sadly.

"I will." He said after a moment of silence and, for a second, Kurapika carded his fingers through Chrollo's soft tresses. "You need not worry. They won't be able to get one over me that easily." Kurapika then retracted his hand, and right before it completely slipped away, a soft, tinkling echoed through the air. His chains accented the mood. "Though I will definitely appreciate your presence during the class." He supplied further. "Anything to help maintain boundaries with the attendees." Afterward, Kurapika went entirely straight and turned toward Oito. "Will you be alright with just Bill and Amar staying with you during the lesson?" He remarked.

Instantly, Oito looked up from Amar as she continued to stroke through his thick fur and faced Kurapika. "Yes, I should be fine." She remarked, her expression softening. "Amar has proven to be strong but skilled, and I am sure Bill will do whatever is necessary to help keep us safe." Oito then glanced from Shimano to Woble, who was in her cradle before returning to Kurapika. "I have faith in them." She added with complete trust in her decision.

Amar stirred in response to her praise and opened his eyes slightly. "Anything to ensure that you and Woble are safe from harm Lady Oito." He commented lightly, one of his ears flicking as a result.

"Well then," Kurapika began as he stood back up, "it's best to not wait any longer. I'll assemble everyone today and begin the lesson. If we are going to even the playing field, then it's necessary to do this."

Both Amar and Bill gave their assent, then Kurapika let his eyes fall on Chrollo afterward. With the aspect of potential subterfuge by the other princes and princesses, there was no telling if any of their bodyguards would perform subversive maneuvers. Having Chrollo there at his side meant they had more eyes on the people attending. Hopefully, it would lessen the chances of any clandestine acts.

Though, it wasn't to say that something couldn't happen. The other princes and princesses were sly, devious, and conniving. Should any of them attempt to pull something, he wouldn't be surprised.

Regardless, Kurapika was ready to proceed. The risk of treachery would always be a factor.

He sighed and turned for the door before mentally preparing himself for everything to come. Getting through the upcoming events was going to be a challenge indeed. Kurapika glanced toward his lover and nodded for the older man to follow. Chrollo was at his side in a flash.

There was much to be done.

Before Kurapika could reach the door, the young Kurta noticed the queen had risen to her feet and approached him, a quizzical look on her face. He instantly paused in his trek, and both he and Chrollo turned to address her. "Uhmmm…" She began, her movements becoming slightly erratic. "Before you go," Oito continued once she managed to find her voice, "I wanted to apologize for my outburst earlier. I was confused and upset." The underlying tremble in her voice was plainly evident.

Despite her prior reservations, she understood that everyone, including herself, had undergone extreme stress in the most recent days, and it had taken a toll on all of them. While Kurapika's personal reasons for wanting to deal with Prince Tserriednich still bugged her to a fault, Oito understood that he had been a valuable asset in keeping her and Woble safe. Plus, Chrollo and Amar had been just as helpful, if not beneficial.

Even if Chrollo and Kurapika were actually lovers, it mattered not. They were both there, risking their lives for her and Woble. It was no different for Amar either. Deep down, she appreciated them and the sacrifices they were making.

A faint smile appeared on the young man's visage, and for her, it was a sign of acceptance despite her recent behavior.

"You have nothing to apologize for." Kurapika's features softened, and he instantly shook his head. "If anything, I am the one who is grateful that you took on such a brash request."

"He is right, your majesty," Chrollo interjected, his expression neutral. "We are here to aid you during the journey to the Dark Continent, and regardless of circumstance, nothing will sway us from committing to those duties. We both knew the risks involved before accepting such an arduous task. You have nothing to fear or worry about." He slightly tilted his head and watched her acutely. Chrollo wanted to be sure that she would be understanding.

Even the sound of Amar's voice in their minds backing up his claim was reassuring.

Which, thankfully, seemed to be enough to quell the gradually increasing apprehension that fluttered within Oito. Her expression changed from a look of doubt and unease to straight curiosity. "Well then…" She muttered. The tenor in her words was meek and quiet. "Is it possible that you could teach me Nen as well?" Oito finally questioned after a moment, her focus now on Kurapika. Anything that could increase their chances of making it through the ordeal they faced would be better for them in the long run. "I remember you once saying that knowledge will vastly increase the probability of survival. Having the ability to see the world of Nen makes a major difference." She paused and swallowed; there was a thickness in her throat. "I want to know as much as I can about what is possible for Woble and myself."

The unprecedented request incited shock in both him and Chrollo. It took a second for Kurapika to process exactly what the queen was asking, but his posture changed without hesitation once it did. His mood became more repentant. "I apologize," Kurapika murmured, his shoulders going lax. It took him longer than he wanted to figure out the right words for what he wanted to tell her.

His lapse in response didn't go unnoticed. Oito stiffened, her mind whirring at why Kurapika would suddenly become so hesitant. "Are you saying no?" She questioned, anxiety rising up in her gut. "Is it because the risks are too extreme?" Oito continued in a flurry, her words escaping past her lips in a rush.

A crease formed in Kurapika's brow at her string of questions, and he raised his hands up to try and cease her fluster. "No, that's not the reason." He stated, and Kurapika quickly glanced at Chrollo before resuming. "It's because I inadvertently got your consent ex post facto." He stopped after noticing that Oito was confused, and Kurapika cleared his throat before continuing his explanation. "Basically, my ability has side effects when employed on someone else. Using it in such a way forcibly awakens their abilities."

Hearing Kurapika's confession gave Oito an immediate pause. "So that means—" She began but was instantly cut off.

"What I think he is trying to say is that your ability to use Nen has been awakened," Chrollo stated, practically finishing his lover's words.

The sudden comment made Kurapika raise an eyebrow. He already knew that his lover was ingenious and frustratingly observant. "Yes," Kurapika confirmed, his eyes darting to Chrollo again before going back to Oito. "What he said is true. You can already use Nen."

A strange, prolonged silence settled around the room, which made the sound of their breathing seem louder than it really was. Oito struggled to process the outcome of what Kurapika and Chrollo had said to her, but eventually, it finally sunk in. She had never dreamed that such an event would come to pass or that it would be practically given to her. Oito expected to undergo some kind of trial or training at the very least, but to receive the ability in such an unconventional way astonished her.

Becoming privy to a world meticulously hidden from the naked eye gave her a chance - and even the hope - that was necessary to stay alive. If it meant that she and Woble would make off the ship intact, then so be it. To come out on top so they could get it through their ordeal alive without being the last ones standing would be enough. She had no desire for the throne, and pushing it onto her daughter would be the last thing she ever considered.

Marrying the king had already been one of her biggest mistakes, but vying for his throne wasn't something she abjectly desired nor cared about. After it was all over, she and Woble would settle somewhere quiet and live a humble life far away from Kakin and its politics.

Staying where they were in a palace surrounded by greed and malice wasn't an option.

The sooner she and Woble got away from it all, the better.

For now, she had Kurapika, Chrollo, Bill, and Amar to rely on. Having so many people on her side giving it their all and support gave Oito enough strength to retain her faith. No matter the circumstance, she would learn Nen and hone her skills to do whatever it took to protect her helpless daughter.

Although the princes and princesses were each given a Nen Beast to aid them during the Succession War, the one that Woble received had still not presented itself. Oito wasn't about to place much confidence in it without knowing what it was and how it operated.

Despite that, she would defend her child whatever the cost. Nothing in the world meant more to her than that.

After Thoughts: As I mentioned in at the beginning, I had been working on this installment for several months, and honestly, it was quite the challenge. Several times I struggled with getting down the earlier part of the scene (despite that I was excited to write out how Chrollo would react to finding out Kurapika's abilities), so it helped contribute to how long it too. Plus, the initial scene between Kurapika and Chrollo ended up becoming quite lengthy (partly the reason the chapter got so big and prompted the split), so it's another reason that it took me quite a while to finish.

How I wanted this particular chapter(s) to end made it more than difficult to close the chapter out earlier, thus making it smaller. I fought with the conundrum of either releasing a rather huge chapter, or breaking it down again, though where it would have been suitable to do that made the second one too short, so it's the reason this became a two parter.

Though, I don't think instances like this will continue to be a problem. It was only because there was so many important details to cover surrounding Kurapika's fall into unconsciousness, Chrollo's feelings once he found out why and the nature of Emperor Time, then Amar's astonishing solution that it helped make the scene extend farther than expected.

Still, I hope this part was an enjoyable read. :D