Author's Notes: Greetings everyone. Since my last update, I have moved twice, and switched jobs, so I have been slowly trying to recover from everything that happened. I have also gotten sick recently (after a year and half of nothing) which also delayed me being able to update. Despite that, I have managed to get this one done. :D Writing has been slow, and there was a point where I wasn't able to focus on it for a bit, but I finally pulled through! Happy reading all!

As it's been with all previous chapters since fifty-five, this one is unbeta'd. Eventually, I plan to try and find a substitute beta while SweetsDreamer is away.

Summary: Political intrigue on board the Black Whale deepens, and the Kakin royals continue to prepare for the oncoming war. Third prince Zhang Lei ponders his own abilities while prince Benjamin plots against Ninth prince Halkenburg and getting legal recompense from second princess Camilla. Meanwhile, Chrollo and Kurapika remain locked in a embroiled conflict as more bodies turn up from the unknown assassin. The situation appears grim as time moves on, but both seemed determined to pull through.


It was quiet and glum as the lack of activity mirrored the somber mood within the room. A gentle symphony of dishes and silverware clinking was the only noise to be heard as Third Prince Zhang Lei ate his meal in silence. Behind him stood two of his guards, staunch and pragmatic, sworn to their duty of intently protecting him.

For the longest, none of them said a word, for which he was grateful. It gave him the chance to think about everything that happened and the dealings with the Succession War since they left Kakin several weeks ago. Ever since the murders happened, then hearing about the existence of Nen, it had been a whirlwind of excitement and intrigue. Although news had spread of an assassin on board, the prince remained entirely enthralled.

It was a deadly game that he and his siblings were playing, but not everyone sought a peaceful solution as he had. For some, their ambitions were too compelling.

That notion alone made potential survival even more limited.

The sound of something clinking on the tile floor from behind had staunched his flow of thoughts. Zhang Lei carefully leaned across the arm of the chair and noticed that something round and gold was lying beside one of the legs. Without hesitation, he reached down to pick it up before carefully flipping it between his fingers while examining its surface.

Both guards exchanged glances before turning to face him.

"Well?" Zhang Lei questioned as he eyed the man with short, cropped hair. "Are you going to pick that up? You're the one who dropped it."

Confusion wove across the man's features. The prince didn't see where the coin had manifested from. "It didn't come from either of us." He commented while pointing to the other guard standing next to him. "It just popped out of nowhere."

Strange. There was no reason for either of his guards to lie, and yet, numerous, unexplained events had occurred on the ship since their departure nearly a month ago. Such events didn't entirely surprise him anymore. And even then, he couldn't help but be slightly taken aback. Zhang Lei almost didn't notice that his other guard had moved closer.

"I can vouch that it is true." The man said in a deep tone. "It fell out of thin air right before our eyes." His gaze met Zhang Lei's, if only for a moment, before turning to look at the coin in the prince's hand. Shame that none of them could see Nen or anything created by it.

Handing out information on that was virtually useless. Only he seemed to know that it was the prince's Nen Beast who dropped the coin.

Eventually Zhang Lei was sure to figure it out. Until then, the prince studied the golden object resting between his fingers while attempting to unravel the ship's mysteries.


This is dangerous. If something isn't done, and quickly, it could become a threat to Prince Benjamin! At first, each of their auras was relatively average. Now, their power has risen considerably since the moment they assembled around Prince Halkenburg.

A small group consisting of mostly guards had gathered in the common area of room ten-zero-nine, the Ninth Prince at the center. From behind, Shikaku, one of Prince Benjamin's guards, silently observed the viewing. As they continued with their moment of silence for Princess Momoze, Shikaku realized the exponential growth in the group's strength of Nen.

Whatever caused it was unknown, but the fact remained. The outcome could be cataclysmic. As long as Halkenberg drew breath, the threat to Prince Benjamin was the same.

Somehow, they were united not by prayer, but by total unity. A symbiotic fellowship. When they were all linked, joined mentally on the same wavelength, their combined aura nearly doubled.

It was a truly frightening power.

Then again, the chance to kill Halkenburg was right before him. Shikaku knew if there was a delay, the consequences could be insurmountable. Surely Prince Benjamin foresaw such an event? He needed instructions! An idea of what to do next.

Should he take the risk? Use the moment right after the wake to strike? If it were done before any of them became aware of their abilities, the chances for success only increased. Without their leader, it would all collapse. And yet, one thing prevented him from taking action — Prince Halkenburg's Nen Beast.

From what Shikaku could ascertain, it was aware of his capability to use Nen. He could tell that was evident by the look in the creature's eyes. Approaching it wasn't possible. The creature was alert and would likely lash out at anyone that had a clear intent to kill. It was also possible the creature would launch an assault using its strange feathers. There was just no real way to tell how it would react.

Even Orzny, First Queen Luma's guard, had received the mark containing a feather along with so many others.

Only one fact remained; those who harbored no semblance of loyalty to Halkenburg lost the mark after ten minutes. So the ability wasn't a coercive type.

Still. Everyone who had received the mark had no recollection of it ever happening. Which he knew was strange in and of itself. The only people capable of such a feat were Manipulators with a skill for memory revision. And even then, it was easy to conclude that its natural ability was Enhancement, but fueled by Halkenburg's demeanor and inherent nature, which gave it access to manipulative abilities during its attack.

Shikaku felt his body tense, the rise in concern now reaching a level even he could not ignore. The realization of what they were up against only enhanced the urgency he knew was there. As it was, Halkenburg was dangerous. A force to be reckoned with.

Perhaps the creature was weak as a Manipulator, and could not coerce others. Rather, it was able to tamper with one's memories. Such an idea was enough reason to act. The thought made Shikaku tremble.

If something wasn't done soon, then it would be all over. He wouldn't even be able to trust his memories. The chance of the creature also being a counteractive type was high, which made the situation far worse. What if it managed to pull off an even more powerful revision and overwrote his memories so that Prince Benjamin was the target instead? There would be no way to even tell! Shikaku grit his teeth and both of his fists reflexively curled into fists. Attacking Halkenburg now would be foolish. Suicidal even. Without knowing the full extent of Nen Beast's ability, making a move now could ultimately produce negative results.

The only potential way around it would be to enlist one or two other people as witnesses to its attack. Turning away, Shikaku drew in a shuddering breath and reached for the button on his earpiece. It clicked before Benjamin's voice echoed over the line. "Have you figured out the beast's Nen type?" He questioned sternly. The prince was always right to the point.

It made Shikaku wince slightly. "I did, sir. It's a symbiotic type."

Benjamin huffed. "Can you kill Halkenburg?" There was an aggravated grunt proceeding his question. Shikaku could tell he was expecting results.

One he knew that wouldn't be possible at the current time. "Unfortunately, no. I will need help to verify some information. At least from two people. I will explain later." After that, silence filled the line. Prince Benjamin squared his jaw. So far, events were turning out strangely unexpected.


Benjamin exchanged glances with Balsamilco. "Between the assassin in ten-fourteen, the united force in one hundred nine, and the scum in one hundred-four, there are just so many to choose from. Where to start?" He couldn't help but muse over the current situation.

Although it was starting to become an issue, Benjamin couldn't stop the amusement he felt. The entire Succession War was like a game to him.

"Not to mention, the voyage is only four weeks in." Balsamilco chimed in. His brows came together. "Though I believe, as with Camilla, there will be others that dig their graves. It's only a matter of time."

Considering how everything has unfolded thus far, he wasn't entirely surprised if that ended up happening. Benjamin stroked his chin thoughtfully. "Wait and see is not exactly my type, but at this point, it may be wise." He replied, ready for whatever came next.


"Where to, your Highness?"

"The king's quarters. I am going to make another appeal to my father."

Listening to the words leave the prince's mouth caused the guard to go nearly rigid. Both eyes shot wide as he was practically unable to comprehend what he was hearing. For a moment he stood there flabbergasted, unsure of how to proceed. "But sir! You know that it is forbidden to see the king outside any of the banquets!"

"If that disqualifies me, then so be it. I will not stand idly by." Without hesitation, Prince Halkenburg squared his shoulders, resolute in his decision. If he did nothing now, then no justice would come. "I cannot ignore what happened." He hissed. Tears started to bloom along his eyelids. "Should another person fall victim, then I might as well have killed them myself!" Instantly, Halkenburg turned on his heel and away from both guards. He wasn't about to be swayed. "I won't stand for it. Not again!"

Swiftly, the prince started to march down the hall, the guards easily falling in step behind him. A few others joined as they swept past Shikaku and those that he appointed to stay behind. Though he was unaware of the call Shikaku made to alert the military of his excursion to see the king.

Nonetheless, he was going. Come hell or high water.


"I am very sorry, but you cannot see the king at this time. Please wait until the next banquet."

Halkenburg crossed his arms and studied the military guard across from him with intense scrutiny. It was bad enough that he had to watch as his younger siblings were forced into fighting for their lives, then to be denied visitation with his father — the audacity! He hissed under his breath. "That is why I am here. It's not soon enough." Halkenburg eyed the man, his irises seeming to glow fiercely beneath the artificial light. "Please give him this letter at least." He added after a moment, his temperament abating somewhat.

The guard casually took the folded sheet of paper from Halkenburg's hand and studied it briefly, then met the prince's stare. "I can only pass it to the Grand Chamberlain. I advise that you hand it directly to the king at the next banquet."

There was a brief pause as the prince took the letter back, his expression a conglomeration of disappointment, anger, and sadness. He turned to leave, only to glance toward the guard one last time. From behind, Shikaku quietly reported his movements to Prince Benjamin.

"I will come again tomorrow with the letter," Halkenburg finally said, his brow furrowed. "And the next day, then the day after that. I will continue to show up until he agrees to see me."

It was already stressful enough dealing with the gradually worsening conditions on the Black Whale, and the fact that his father refused to see him, or any of his children for that matter, only exacerbated his desire to see his mission through. If anyone were to get through to King Nasabi, it had to be him. Otherwise, there would be no end to the killing. The Succession War, and everything it stood for was evil, poison, forcing families to slaughter each other in a twisted attempt to ascend the throne. Unless he became king, the disgusting tradition would never end.

And he couldn't sit back and let that happen. More deaths would be on his hands if he did. The sooner that he made his father listen, the better. If stopping the Succession War meant that he would have to make noise to get something done, then so be it. Anything to see an end brought to the ugly war.

It was only a matter of time.


The echo of a gavel hitting a sounding block instantly drew attention from the loud arguing, and toward a figure in black robes sitting behind an ornate desk atop a dais. Her eyes drew over the crowd before setting the gavel down, each one falling into silence as her intense stare met the room. Once the chaos had settled, the woman gestured toward the defendant. "You may continue."

Camilla's advocate nodded and continued, both hands clasped behind his back. "Yes, your honor. Second Princess Camilla was acting out of fear for her life after getting fired at by First Prince Benjamin's guard, Musse. When he fled, she pursued, then came across Furyknov, another of First Prince Benjamin's guards, along with Wolfe, a guard belonging to the First Queen. Guns were pointed at her, which forced the princess to shoot. This is a case of self-defense."

A momentary silence fell within the room as the judge weighed the evidence and testimonies of both sides. It was apparent that without a statement from Musse, who was currently missing, making an informed decision on the case would be difficult. She eyed both men carefully, when Balsamilco, Prince Benjamin's advocate, stepped forward.

"Objection!" He announced thunderously, the wrinkles on his forehead creasing. "Second Princess Camilla had fired dozens of shots at First Prince Benjamin, who was unarmed at the time, which is excessive. We are also not harboring Musse! He would have been turned in by now if we knew where he was."

"Your honor!" Camilla's advocate shouted immediately afterward and moved closer to the dais. "We request that a search be performed in First Prince Benjamin's quarters."

Almost Immediately, Balsamilco stepped forward, his attention fixed on Cleapatro. "We request that a search be done on Second Princess Camilla's quarters as well." He stated firmly, determined to not let the Second Princess undermine him or Prince Benjamin.

Listening to the argument had caused Cleapatro to grunt quietly, a slight twinge of pain shot through her temples as a result. She closed her eyes momentarily before reopening them. "Alright," she responded after gathering her thoughts. It was a difficult case for sure. "I will consult with the royal army about performing searches of both. However, until Musse is found, Prince Benjamin and Princess Camilla will remain confined to the VVIP area while under surveillance. Protection services can continue as usual, but I will assign someone to escort them on all future outings. Court is adjourned!"

The gavel that Cleopatro used came down hard against its counterpart and without any further action, she rose from her seat and exited the area. Benjamin and Balsamilco did the same and walked out of the courtroom laconically. It wasn't until he caught sight of Second Princess Camilla leaving from the defendant's side that anger was sparked within him.

Though it wasn't long before the feeling bled into utter amusement. His sister was overly confident without a doubt.

"Unfortunately, Camilla managed to escape confinement this time. Yet, it doesn't matter." He mused as he watched her slowly walk away. Perhaps she was conniving, but he was perceptive and always one step ahead. She may have thought she won the battle, but he would win the war. "I still have Musse's owl and it sees everything. No matter where she is or what she does, I will know." Immediately, Benjamin's eyes broadened as a smirk crossed his lips and he couldn't refrain from experiencing the sense of unbridled joy he felt.

Balsamilco cast a glance in his direction but said nothing.

The time was nigh and sooner or later, he would have it all.

"Keep it up, sister. There is nothing that you can do to stop me. I will always have the upper hand. And before long, you will crumble."


A rush of footsteps echoed in the flurry of Kurapika's wake, his voice resounding off the walls as he rushed to where Chrollo stood. Behind him was Sakata, both armed as they approached the stall the older man had intently kept guard of. Inside was a shriveled, desiccated body of another guard. Kurapika approached slowly, his eyes locked on the crumbled form as he slipped carefully past Chrollo.

"Same culprit. Whoever, or whatever it was attacked the moment Myuhan entered the bathroom. It was done by either using something that was visually directed by remote control, or the attacker is a Manipulator."

Kurapika brought a hand to his chin, utterly baffled by the entire situation. There was no defined motive based on the attacks, but it was relatively clear that whoever it was had it out for him. The person was attempting to ruin his reputation and standing.

"It's also quite possible the assassin could be striking each target by using certain actions or commands," Chrollo supplied a few moments later. His attention never left the corpse on the ground. "If the person they chose meets a certain requirement, the attack initiates and the victim has little to no time to react."

From the bedchamber, Queen Oito clutched Woble close to her bosom. Amar stiffened beside her, his fur bristled and hackles raised by the commotion. "What is going on?!" She questioned in a panic, her body trembling slightly. "Is everything alright?" It was unmistakable that she was terrified.

At least Bill was close by as well. "It's evident the culprit is only attacking people who don't use Nen. You'll be fine right here with us." He raised one hand as a gesture to remain calm, but still as well.

Amar gently nuzzled her arm. "Don't worry, everything will be okay. Bill and I will keep you safe. Chrollo and Kurapika will surely get to the bottom of this persistent, but terrible nightmare." Following his words, he laid his head on her lap, a sign that he was there to protect her just as much as Bill was. Amar could see the look of dread marring her otherwise pristine features, which pained him to see. Considering all that happened since their journey began, he didn't quite blame her.

Both of their lives were on the line. Well, all of them truthfully. Just being on the ship alone was a huge risk in itself.

Fingers tenderly stroked through his fur, and he shifted enough to realize that Oito was smiling at him. Despite her trepidation, she had managed to still have faith in those she believed in. He knew that she was struggling after what she endured, so to see her attempting to be jubilant was satisfying.

Nonetheless, there was a killer in their midst, and rooting them out was a priority. Amar sniffed sharply. So far, they had only attacked the guards in the employ of the royal family. If Oito ever became a target…

"Thank you, Amar. I know you will do what you can to ensure no harm comes to me or the princess." Oito's words broke through the silence and he flicked his ears and tail in response. Just hearing about her faith in them gave him confidence.

"Anything, Lady Oito. You know that I only want to protect you and Princess Woble. Just like my companions, you are important." Amar leaned into her touches, thoroughly sated by the loving touch. It reminded him of Kurapika and when his friend had finally accepted him. The connection that he felt between them and the queen was enough to continue his drive to see that she got safely off this damned boat.

Oito nodded in response, that smile never leaving her visage. Maybe it was strange to have a creature from another world as her protector, but she was eternally grateful that he was there.

Regardless of all that was happening, Oito knew that Kurapika and Chrollo were doing all they could. She wasn't the only one who had a lot at stake. Bill gazed over his shoulder at her. "Just remain here your highness. Your safety is paramount."

Back at the bathroom area, Kurapika continued to analyze the situation while Chrollo fell into a squat as he closely observed the body. "The poor bastard had no time to react. Whatever got him was quick." Carefully, he reached over to touch the dead man's arm, the skin was painfully dry and withered. It was clear there was no fluid left.

Even Kurapika realized it. Whatever it was they were dealing with seemed to funnel all fluids from the body, akin to a vampire draining the blood of its victims. "Yeah. It only took ten seconds for him to get like that." He commented, still appalled by the outcome. "Myuhan was obviously taken by surprise. Anyone without Nen won't be able to fight back."

Chrollo rose back to his feet following his lover's statement, a look of disgust marring his features. Whoever they were dealing with was clever indeed.

Something shuffled nearby and his attention landed on Sakata who was a short distance away checking the exits. Kurapika quickly followed suit. "Well," Sakata uttered a moment later, nervousness lacing his voice, "the culprit is gone now. Though, whatever it was couldn't fit through the vents to escape."

If only that was truly the case. There was more to it. "Rather doubtful." Kurapika paused, glancing over his shoulder. "The user deactivated their Nen. Unfortunately, we have to do some explaining back in the other room." He turned, facing both men staunchly.

Immediately, Chrollo and Sakata eyed him questionably, both going still. "Is there any reason?" Chrollo asked, his arms crossed. Sakata nodded in agreement.

Kurapika's expression darkened, his lips turning down in frustration. "Unfortunately, this is a situation where people may question if we planned it or not. Because it appears that everything happened to our benefit, especially since Myuhan argued with me on the first day."

The memory of what happened, and how the encounter with the petulant guard had transpired reigned strong. Kurapika briefly closed his eyes, quite aware of where the instance may leave them. It was bad enough that they were getting targeted by several of the royals participating in the Succession War, but the current problem only added to the dilemma they faced.

He knew their next steps had to be taken with extreme caution.

Both Chrollo and Sakata nodded in understanding.


"That's it! You lured us here under the pretense of teaching us Nen!"

"I knew that it was too good to be true! Everything about this was a lie!"

"You wanted to eliminate us one by one to hopefully cripple the remaining royals! It was your plan all along!"

The collective, plangent sound of voices made Kurapika wince as he rubbed his temples, not entirely prepared for the deafening assault. He expected their reactions considering recent events and the tribulation they faced. Dealing with the hysteria he did not.

Kurapika exhaled slowly. The circumstance surrounding them was slowly devolving, and if they kept on as it was, soon it would spiral out of control.

He glanced toward Chrollo before raising both hands. "Now hold on!" Kurapika stared down the men's accusatory stares, his posture rigid. "What I said about Nen is true. None of this is some hidden plot!"

If he couldn't convince them, all was lost. Their position was bad enough as is, and if he couldn't get a grip on everything going on, it could ultimately backfire. That could not happen.

Not at all.

The older guard with thick eyebrows appeared unconvinced. "I don't buy it!" He replied gruffly. "If we continue, you will just keep picking us off, and if we quit, the murders will get covered up!" The man stopped a moment and eyed Kurapika irately while pointing at him. Had the finger been any closer, it would have been right up his nose. "I say to call the royal army. It's obvious which side the judge will take!"

Right then Kurapika knew the worst was coming to pass. What the other guards were saying sounded entirely logical and there was enough circumstantial evidence to support the claim. Even with royal privilege, it wouldn't prevent them from getting separated, especially the queen and princess. Keeping the royal army out of it was vital. He had to at all costs.

There had to be a way to persuade them to continue.

Before Kurapika could resume, Belerainte disrupted the ongoing conflict. "Mind if I interject?" He questioned, hand raised. "If I had to be perfectly honest, who uses the restroom while in unfriendly territory? That doesn't make any sense." Immediately, the room fell silent, and Belerainte eyed each of them before continuing. "Myuhan was just careless. Barrigan on the other hand was caught off guard." Belerainte paused for a moment and observed those around him. No one could deny what happened, it was painstakingly obvious. He just wanted to make sure the rest of them understood that. "Since we've been split into three groups, keep an eye on each other, do everything as a group, and this kind of attack won't happen again. Each session is only a few hours long. Stay on your toes and by the book. Problem solved."

Everything Beleranite said was entirely accurate. Had Myuhan not been alone at the time of the attack, he would have stayed alive. The whole time the assailant had been picking off those who had separated from the group. Trying to bombard them as a whole would end negatively.

Whoever was behind the killings was attempting to sow dissention. That much was clear.

Unfortunately, the evidence didn't outweigh the overwhelming skepticism.

Despite Beleranite's objections, Maor only became more unconvinced. "While I respect your opinion," he commented flatly, "we do not fully trust the Hunter Association. Rumor has it that you're conspiring to use the Succession War to garner favor with the Kakin Royals. And if there is smoke, there's always a fire."

Which, as Maor pointed out, wasn't entirely false. Yet, it was a fact that most of them, especially the Kakin royals, did not need to know. Each one of them had their own game to play, and staying closely linked to a few, mostly the ones who had substantial influence meant survival. It was an aspect that Kurapika knew of all too well. He wasn't unfamiliar.

Even if his ultimate goal was to even the playing field.

Still, the growing uncertainty added to the tension that was already heavy in the room. Getting most of the guards to resume lessons was proving to be rather difficult.

Luckily, Beleranite was attempting to dissuade the group. Kurapika briefly shifted his gaze to Chrollo who stood close by observing the situation with a disquieted expression. He could tell that his lover was not pleased with the current situation. "I see," Beleranite spoke up again and Kurapika merely let the man resume his rebuttal. "So aside from the princes and princesses, this is also a competition to advance your careers. Bravo." He watched as Maor and Satobi's visages instantly contorted in vexation at the sudden accusation. "Nonetheless, this has nothing to do with us hunters." Beleranite furthered despite the growing criticism.

Hopefully, putting that information out there would get everyone on the same page. Kurapika watched the exchange between Beleranite and the rest of the group as quietly as Chrollo was.

Satobi's lips formed into a deeper frown. "Going by what you said, isn't your job done then? You already know about Nen. Why are you here lecturing us now that Barrigan is dead?"

The light In Beleranite's eyes appeared to brighten at the unruly comment. "Typical response by someone who doesn't have much to say on the matter. Listen to yourself. It's paramount to gather intel on the other royal's defenses. Not to mention, it's also the queen's orders. None of us following those orders are clamoring to end class." For a moment he stared them down, a face of calm ice with an unwavering sense of duty. "If you want to quit, then leave. Do not drag the rest of us into it. The royal army should only be called to recover bodies. If you want to point a finger at Eighth Queen Oito and her guards, then I can do the same!"

Almost immediately, Maor and Satobi both cringed, then backed down, a look of submission in their postures. It was apparent they both knew that quitting now would leave them at a huge disadvantage. And it also meant the culprit of the recent murders would ultimately get away. Kurapika inwardly breathed a sigh of relief. Perhaps it was another disaster that was averted.

He could see Chrollo out from the corner of his vision, but if his lover felt the same way, he didn't show it.

Seconds later, the older man was at his side. "Beleranite," Kurapika said as he turned to face the tall hunter across from him. "Can we speak for a moment?" He then slid across the room while gesturing for Beleranite to follow. Chrollo also did the same unprompted. Not that Kurapika planned to stop him from joining them. As they moved out of earshot, he ignored the pointed stares the rest of the guards were giving them.

"Are you sure?" Beleranite inquired once they were far enough away. "Everyone is still suspicious of us."

"I don't think that will change, given the circumstances." Kurapika sighed. Although Beleranite managed to make them back down, it didn't entirely remove their reservations. "In any case, I wanted to thank you. Classes can resume now." Which couldn't have occurred at a better time.

At least before any of them could be undermined.

"Pertaining that one of them doesn't find any further reason to disrupt the proceedings. It's easy to tell that none of them believe what is going on." Chrollo stepped forward just slightly ahead of Kurapika, both hands in his pockets. He already knew the outcome of their little fracas. Now it was just dealing with the fallout. "They are only going to stay on the pretenses of maintaining their positions without consequence. I get the feeling if anything else goes wrong, one of them will attempt to use it as leverage. There won't be a chance to make them back down again."

It was a fact that Kurapika couldn't deny was true. The likelihood of ultimately facing an indictment was high if the murders continued. Which Kurapika wanted to avoid at all costs. If he and Chrollo got separated, or worse, them from Oito and Wobble, it could be devastating.

Even more so for Amar as not many people knew t he was on the ship, especially the royal army. Given what he was, if they found out it could spell disaster. He wanted to keep that from happening. Fortunately for them, the prospect of evening out the playing field would work to their advantage. Otherwise, everything would be for naught.

Surviving the excursion was important, and not just for him. Oito and her baby meant the world to Amar, and he would do anything necessary to ensure they lived. The way the Nacknar took to both of them warmed his heart. Thinking about it made Kurapika smile. Even if he didn't show it.

The act also further proved just how he and Chrollo's unusual companion cared for them as well. Amar showed that Kurapika meant just as much, which only showed that he was completely unlike his kind.

It was another reason to make sure the classes continued as planned.

"Well, hopefully, that doesn't happen," Kurapika commented after a moment of silence. He tilted his head sideways, which caused his golden bangs to fall over his eyes. "For now, all we can do is proceed with caution." It alienated him that the killer managed to hide so well. Whoever it was had mastered the ability to conceal their Nen.

All he could do was pray that nothing else happened before the guards' training was complete.

Fortunately, Beleranite shared the same sentiment. "There is no way to tell if the killer will strike again, but at least the lessons can resume. If we continue will undeterred, perhaps the attacks will stop altogether. For now," Beleranite paused and ran a hand through his hair, " I could use some help myself."

The statement made Kurapika's expression turn curious. He raised an eyebrow.

Even Chrollo was intrigued. "What could we possibly help you with?" He inquired.

Beleranite's expression softened. "Is it possible to ask for Bill's help? I need him for about ten minutes."

Such an odd request. What could Bill do to assist the guard of another royal? The very notion piqued his attention. "I will need an explanation, but it might not be a problem."


Kurapika hummed. Knowing the situation regarding Thirteen Prince Marayam, it wasn't surprising that Beleranite was asking them for help. So far, reaching the Prince and his guards within room ten-thirteen had been unsuccessful, and at least establishing some kind of connection to them was vital to figuring out what exactly was going on and where they were located.

He didn't exactly blame Beleranite for wanting to speak with them in the manner that he wished.

"I see. Alright. It's worth a try."

If standing outside the room's front door with Bill meant it would avert suspicion or strange looks from the guards that served the other royals, all the better. Kurapika had no complaints.

"They might not be able to respond, but I can still give them information."

"And hopefully learn something relating to what happened to them," Chrollo added following Beleranite's response. He was also still interested to know exactly how a room full of people could be teleported undetected. If it wasn't due to the Prince's Nen Beast, then what was it?

The thought made Kurapika press his lips together. "All we can do is try to find out what we can regarding room ten-thirteen. What information we got from Vergil was helpful, but it wasn't enough to tell us exactly what happened to them."

Which turned out to be true. Because Vergil was so adamant to believe that Nen did not exist, he would not accept the fact their room had been teleported to a completely different location.

Without their cooperation, locating them would be difficult. With any luck, Hanzo and Biscuit would be successful in convincing the man.

For now, all they could do is pass along what they have learned to those still inside.

"If we are lucky," Beleranite stated, his posture slightly rigid. "For now, I am going to pass off whatever it is that we learn. But speaking to myself in front of room ten-thirteen may come off as suspicious and will make people stare. I would like to avoid that." He sighed, then swallowed sharply.

Kurapika didn't entirely blame him. "So you are going to pretend to be chatting with Bill. Not a bad idea if I had to be honest."

"Pertaining that it averts the incertitude of others, then it may just work. The other guards are already weary of us as is." Chrollo took a few steps forward, his attention focused on the other room where everyone else waited for their return. He could easily sense the tension emanating from within.

It was so thick that he could have practically cut it with a knife. Dealing with the entire situation regarding the Succession War weighed heavily on everyone, including Kurapika. His lover was still suffering the effects of an ability — one that was initially created because of him — which continued to slowly eat away at his life, and their only hope was this miracle fluid that Amar's kind was said to possess. Each passing day only worried Chrollo more; just how far would Emperor Time's hold on Kurapika really go?

The longer that Kurapika used the ability, or had it in his repertoire, the greater the consequence. He planned to convince the younger man to get rid of it once the entire mess with the Succession War and the Dark Continent was over.

Definitely the sooner the better.

Even Beleranite appeared a bit worse for wear. "Unfortunately, it's an aspect that can't be avoided." He responded cooly, the man's expression not betraying his outright honesty. "All we can do is try to mitigate whatever impact it has. For now, I have to help Thirteen Prince Marayam and the others in any way I can." Beleranite shifted back to Kurapika once Chrollo nodded his assent. "Fortunately, Hanzo got back. Somehow. But that could be a special case. I can't say if I will be able to do the same. Thirteenth Prince Marayam's Nen Beast is in the empty room?" He asked, still surprised by the notion.

Both Kurapika and Chrollo exchanged knowing glances, as Hanzo had all but confirmed the creature's position in the unoccupied room. So, it wasn't disingenuous to make him aware of such a fact. "It's what I've been told," Kurapika confirmed. "On that note, I will make contact if need be, but Chrollo and I will prioritize this side."

The response didn't shock Beleranite in the least. He outright expected it. "Buy as much time as necessary, and help as many of the royals as possible. We need to maintain the classes, so I will be staying here." Beleranite finalized his statement, hand extended in good faith. He knew they needed Kurapika, Chrollo, and Bill's help.

Doing anything to remain in Eighth Queen Oito and Fourth Princess Wobble's good graces meant his own Prince's survival, then he would go to extremes if it came to it. Seeing practical kids thrust into some barbaric contest was enough to disgust him.

"No problem," Kurapika answered after a long moment. Beleranite's words seemed to hit home for him. "Ten minutes."

The consideration and understanding made Beleranite grateful. "Thank you."


Zhang Lei sat back in his gilded armchair, a scrutinizing look upon his countenance. He carefully examined the coin between his fingers, its surface holding no special attributes.

It appeared as ordinary as any other coin. Yet, it was the second one that he found thus far.

"If the Nen Beast created it," he announced, eyes scanning over the guards within the room, "then what kind of effect do you think it has?"

Silence ensued almost the second he finished speaking, the guards exchanging uncertain glances. No one knew exactly what the Nen Beast was or its capabilities. All they knew was the fact it produced strange coins. However, a few of them were already informed of Nen and its properties.

A bald man with somewhat gaunt features stepped forward. "The answer is debatable, your majesty." He announced professionally, both hands clasped behind his back. "Effects of conjured objects can be placed into two groups. They either work the same as legitimate weapons and tools, or it has a supernatural effect unique to Nen itself. Since there is no other coin that exists of this kind, it won't be the former." The guard stopped for a moment to examine Zhang Lei's initial response. He seemed intrigued by the statement. "To be frank, I think it's a catalyst that activates when certain conditions are met."

Even with the explanation, and the partial insight that it gave, Prince Zhang Lei was no closer to understanding the Nen Beasts, or what his own was possibly capable of.

He flipped the peculiar coin a few more times, still curious about its secrets. "You have no clue then." He said, clearly disappointed.


"Myuhan was killed?"

"Yes. The culprit uses Nen."

An awkward quiet had descended around the room, making it feel eerie and onerous. Tserriednich stood at its center, both hands positioned before him as he stared transfixed at the space between them. Theta stayed close by while observing his movements, her distance from him carefully placed. His gaze never wavered from its position although the guard before him watched patiently.

"What is your opinion of all this?" Tserriednich asked after several moments had finally passed.

The calculating, judgmental weight in the room made it difficult to answer him right away, and the guard shifted uncomfortably. "Well, from what I could discern, the attacks are fatal to anyone without Nen, especially if they are caught alone. However, it is possible to avoid becoming s target altogether." He paused long enough for Tserriednich to process everything before resuming. "Though it's not definitive who is behind the attacks, it may be someone among the twenty one people inside room ten-fourteen. So far, it's only occurred during class, but I cannot say for certain if Princess Wobble's guards are the cause, or someone else. Should I continue the training?"

Gradually, wisps of energy began to slowly form around Tserriednich's fingers and he attempted to force more energy into the developing mass. Failing to attend the classes now wasn't an option. There was just too much at stake, and with so much to learn about Nen, it would be a wasted opportunity.

He pushed again at the faint aura within the empty space; foregoing the chance to grab all the information he could about the ship and his enemy's defenses was a mistake he wasn't about to make.

The only one that would succeed his father would be him.

"I see. From my understanding, the specified time limit to learn Nen would be two weeks. Continue the classes until then." Tserriednich grunted as the wisps suddenly faded a bit due to a break in his concentration. Immediately, he willed them back into existence. Damn it if he would fail now.

One way or another he was going to learn Nen. Come hell or high water.

Again the guard shifted. "Alright, your highness. Though I will say my impression of Kurapika is that he isn't lying. The goal of the Hunter Association is to escort us until we reach the Dark Continent. They only need to prevent any further assassinations until then." He stopped long enough to watch the Prince, gauging the man's reaction. "I believe the reason for teaching everyone Nen is to level the playing field under the pretenses of creating a stalemate." Right away the air in the room shifted, and he could tell that Prince Tserriednich wasn't entirely happy. The man definitely had a wild temper.

It was easy to tell by how the prince's eyes appeared to flare a cold and deep blue. They locked onto the stocky guard, causing the man to flinch a little. "I have to agree," Tserriednich said, his voice low and detached. "And even then, are you prepared to continue?" There was an intense measure to his voice which made it hard to ignore just how adamant the prince was.

Every hair along the guard's body stood on end; making Tserriednich unhappy tended to never end well. "Sir?" He questioned carefully. The last thing anyone wanted to do was anger the prince.

Doing so now would surely invoke a monster unable to be caged.

"Am I correct that some of them can manipulate others?" The air surrounding them grew heavy, and Tserriednich's voice turned dark, almost impassive. "What if the act of teaching is the condition that activates the ability to manipulate people?" The immediate realization that Prince Tserriednich was able to potentially deduce the intentions of those around them became a terrifying thought. He was so precipitant that not much escaped his notice. Knowing that chilled even Theta to the core.

The entire time she watched him, the more unnerved she became. A dull pain on her left cheek was a constant reminder of how powerful and dangerous the man truly was. It left behind a memory of his Nen Beast's vindictive and diabolical nature. If the wound she received was its requirement, there was no telling exactly what the creature was capable of.

Such an unknown aspect made it utterly terrifying.

Theta's gaze landed on the sturdy guard who stood across the room. She could tell the man was also a bit upended.

Moments later, the energy all but ceased its flow and Tserriednich's eyes had moved to focus on his current task. The lack of compassion in them caused sweat to form on the man's brow. "Danjin," Tserriednich resumed speaking but slowly, his words now dangerously sharp, "if you decide to continue, then after you return here on the last day, I expect you to bring something that will prove your innocence. Regardless if you have learned Nen or not, the fact remains the same."

Just hearing the hard, calculating and apathetic words emanating from his mouth caused Theta to flinch. She could only imagine what thoughts were going through Danjin's mind. Third Prince Tserriednich was as ruthless and barbaric as a dragon on a rampage. He made it quite clear that he wasn't to be tested or would accept failure. Defiance most certainly meant death.

How Danjin had managed to withstand the prince's threats was beyond her.

"I understand," he said not long after and Theta had to blink away her surprise. Although Danjin's voice showed he was uncertain, the man still accepted his fate. "I've made my decision to continue." She heard him say with practical absolutism.

The sadistic grin that formed over Tserriednich's lips made Theta shiver. How such a man could exist was exceptionally baffling. Given the chance, Tserriednich would set fire to the world and watch it burn. He was just wicked enough to do it. Everyone and everything was nothing but trash to him within his narrow-minded purview. It was because of that if he managed to become king, there would be no stopping him. Tserriednich was truly deplorable.

Danjin's footsteps echoing through the room announced the man's departure as began walking toward the door. Tserriednich's expression returned to its once placid state, although he was far from calm. The tempest still raged, he just didn't explicitly show it.

Managing to survive a few more weeks until they reached the Dark Continent would prove to be more than difficult. Theta knew just how dangerous Tserriednich was. If anyone prevented the ship from ever reaching its destination, it would be him. Tserriednich was just that kind of person. A wild, untamed animal that could not be caged.

If there was a way to put a stop to him, then she would find it.

Again the pressure in the room changed and Theta was drawn from her thoughts. "Oh, Theta dear." He called in a sickeningly saccharine voice. "Don't you think I am ready now for this water divination thing?" Tserriednich's eyes landed on her in an almost expectant manner and she frowned as a result.

His insistence was disconcerting. "Not yet," Theta commented slowly. "It's still too early and bogging your mind down with unnecessary information can have repercussions." She stood firm in her decision despite his diligence. Though, it wouldn't surprise her if he insisted on continuing further.

Third Prince Tserriednich was that kind of person. Spoiled, selfish, and entitled.

She prepared for his intransigence.

"Oh come now." He groused. Just as expected. "My knack for this is insane. Believe me when I say that my observation skills are better than that. Why don't we take the shortest route instead?"

Stalling his advancement was steadily getting harder to do. "As you wish. I've stated my objections."


Tserriednich's fingers settled around the sizable, long-stemmed glass, the placid water inside it unmoving as a green leaf floated at the center. Quietly, Theta watched from beside him, her body tense as she waited for the results of the inimitable test.

Several moments slipped by without occurrence, the water in the glass as still as it was the moment she placed it on the table. As time passed without anything happening, the greater her hopes became that perhaps, just perhaps the prince would be one of the few who were just defunct from grasping Nen, when the sound of boiling water threw any chance of that by the wayside.

Dark colors began to swirl around the glass, slowly changing the water into a dark, gelatinous solvent with a pungent odor. Without warning, thick tendrils spilled from within before erupting violently, bubbles popping and fizzing as the substance threatened to spray in all directions before dropping back haphazardly toward the glass. The leaf crumbled into near dust seconds later.

Whatever was left appeared to be something straight out of a nightmare.

"Ugh! What the hell is this?" Tserriednich uttered in disgust. His nose wrinkled at the stench.

Theta glanced over his shoulder at his statement, and her eyes widened in horror. She had to keep herself from recoiling in sheer consternation. "I-I don't know. I have never seen anything like that before."

It was then Theta knew the worst had come to pass. There was no other way to describe it. The prince was a specialist, and with an aura that was nothing but sinister.

Her fears were now a reality.


Machi casually placed the phone back into her pocket and scanned the room with discontent. Several of the Ryodan were scattered around her, sitting quietly as they pondered the words she had delivered only a short time ago. Naturally, they had completed their primary objective for infiltrating the Kakin family vault — to locate the Scarlet Eyes. And yet, the order rang loud and clear.

They had to wait before taking any of the valuables.

It was the only other reason they had for boarding the Black Whale in the first place. Aside from aiding Chrollo.

Now all they could do was wait until he said it was safe to proceed. Chrollo had warned that taking anything before he and Kurapika had the chance to retrieve the eyes could inadvertently cause negative consequences. If someone realized the vault had been robbed, it could potentially place the entire ship on lockdown with increased security. Doing so would make it extremely difficult if not impossible to recover the eyes.

Getting them first before anything else was a top priority.

Still, it didn't allay the collective vexation that most of the Ryodan felt.

"Tell me again why we can't do anything?" Phinks complained, both arms crossed over his knees as he sat on the ground while leaning against the wall. They had found a small, unused room to hide in. At least until the order was given to freely abscond with anything they pleased.

And yet, repeating the word of their Danchou grew tiresome. It wasn't the first time all of them had been told, including Phinks. The man was just overly impatient.

At least Gon and Killua hadn't put up any kind of fuss. While the kids weren't initially keen on stealing any of the treasures aside from the eyes, neither argued over Chrollo's decision. They both seemed extremely willing to follow his lead. Although baffling, it wasn't that strange as there were several reasons for their behavior.

It was obvious that Gon and Killua didn't entirely trust any of the Spiders. Yet. Even Killua's own brother Kalluto wasn't exempt.

Machi raised her head so she could see Phinks from her position opposite of him and frowned. She could just make out Feitan and Shalnark who sat close by them from the corner of her vision. "You know what Danchou said." Machi sighed. Why was Phinks so obstinate?

Sometimes dealing with his nonsense gave her a headache.

"I know what he said!" Phinks snapped in reply, his eyes fixated on her. "What I don't get is why? All we are doing is sitting around while waiting for the Chain User to retrieve his precious Scarlet Eyes. Yeah, I get that we agreed to help but still! We didn't come here just for that!"

Almost immediately following Phinks's statement, a murmur arose from the other Spiders. Some questioned Chrollo's reasoning while others were firmly agreeing with his ruling. The arising discourse caught Gon and Killua's attention. Both boys were staring at all of them now.

She could sense Gon's indignation. "Just how arrogant are you?" He said after a moment of tense silence. Killua's expression hardened at his response. It was clear they weren't happy. "Chrollo doesn't want to alert the royal army to any suspicious activity before they have the chance to act. Doing otherwise can make it worse for them and us! How hard is it for you to understand that?!"

Right away, Gon rose to his feet, the boy's lips twisted into a disgusted scowl. First, the Genei Ryodan wanted to break their promise and raid the vault before tracking down the eyes, and now this. What else would they do that would betray his friend or their leader?

His furor instigated Phink's attention toward him, the man's expression slowly turning dark. "Why you! What the hell do you know?!" Phinks shouted, arms crossed. "Not like you care for any of the treasure inside there anyway!" He made a tch sound afterward, gaze boring into Gon's own.

They both looked like two warring animals staring each other down. It was utterly ridiculous. Machi nearly shook her head in disbelief. Even Killua appeared to be dumbfounded.

"Gon," he whispered before his friend had the chance to react, and placed one hand on the other boy's arm, "now is not the time to argue." Doing so would cause more problems, and it also increased the likelihood of them getting caught. Plus infighting solved nothing. The only way disputes got settled was by tossing a coin.

And still, it wasn't their primary focus. They had an objective to complete, and doing otherwise could set it up for failure. Chrollo and Kurapika were counting on them.

Eventually, Gon's eyes landed on Kullia's. He didn't immediately say anything and waited until his anger began to dissipate. "I get that," Gon said coolly and cast a cursory glance toward Phinks who still had a scowl on his face. It was hard dealing with the spiders sometimes. "But we can't forget why we're here. The eyes have been found. Didn't Kurapika say he wanted to recover them before anything else?"

The hardness in Gon's voice was noticeable. Several of the Ryoden were taken aback by the words but remained silent. Phinks on the other hand, appeared flustered. The skin around his neck turned a deep red, and there was a visible resentment in his eyes. Both of the man's hands balled into fists, yet, an arm was thrust out before him, and it had quieted any rebuttal he had.

"He isn't wrong," a voice called out and Phinks looked up to see Machi staring at him intently, her expression hardened. There was no doubt that she was serious. "Danchou explicitly said that he and Kurapika would collect the eyes before anything else. We are to steal Kakin's treasures afterward. He doesn't want to jeopardize the mission."

Phinks deflated at her statement. Whatever witty retort he had died in his throat and he turned away. One thing about Machi was her overall intuition and perceptive ability. She always had a way of putting things into perspective. It was hard to argue with her.

If it wasn't for her, the Spider may have fallen apart long ago. Sure most of them were fiercely devoted to Chrollo, but Machi was practically the glue that held them together and able to tolerate each other for so long.

Although he was profoundly disappointed, Machi had a valid point. Not to mention, most of his comrades wouldn't disagree.

"Besides," another voice joined the debate, one that had been silent for most of their jaunt, and Bonolenov stepped forward soundlessly, "I think it will be more than worth it to see Kakin's reaction once they realize that everything was stolen. Including those eyes." He placed both of his gloved hands on his hips while scanning the others in the room.

Hopefully, the weight of what he and Machi said was enough to placate the slowly building pressure within the room. Since the decision was handed down on how they were to proceed next, the opinion between them had been divided, which inadvertently invoked a rise in tempers, especially Phinks.

Of course, it was understandable why a few of them were angry; they were promised treasures as compensation for their assistance. Yet, Gon's anger was also justified.

They had agreed to help the Chain User retrieve his clan's eyes. It was the least they could do since the Kurta were now defunct because of them.

Plus, their leader was romantically involved with the last, surviving member.

Letting go of the past was inarguably difficult, but if no one made the first step, then who would? It was evident that Kurapika had long since done so; his acceptance of Chrollo already proved that much. Such determination and magnanimity had been the catalyst for swaying Machi's own perspective.

If the only remaining Kurta alive was capable of setting aside his differences, then so were they. Kurapika's willfulness to give the Troupe a chance was admirable and enough to change how she viewed him.

Phinks's continued silence announced that he didn't plan to challenge the decision further. There was a sullen look on his visage, but he dared not say another word. Even Feitan shifted his gaze between Phinks and Machi, almost expecting the other man to up the ante, but was mildly surprised when it did not happen. At least the lack thereof seemed to allay Gon's vexation.

"If that is settled," Killua said once he realized the debate had ended, "all we can do now is wait for Chrollo and Kurapika before proceeding."

Following his declaration, the air around them finally began to mollify, even if only a fraction. The constriction in Gon's hands appeared to ease although he kept them shaped into fists, but he nodded in agreement. Killua breathed a sigh of relief at the notion since Gon tended to let his emotions get the better of him.

For now, there was nothing more that any of them could do until Chrollo and Kurapika made the next move. It was a delicate operation, one that had to be approached with care. It was a dangerous situation they were all in, surrounded by unpredictable enemies. For them to survive, and leave the ship intact meant there was no room for error. Succeeding remained predominant.

"Alright, then," Feitan said, breaking the uneasy silence, "we wait for Danchou. Once he is done, the treasure is ours to take. No more delays."


The day had been long, grueling, and mentally exhausting, which left behind a lingering thickness in the air. A low, dim, light had cast a pale glow across the small room as a few candles flickered from within the stands that held them, though it wasn't the only thing to provide the much-needed luminescence. Two small lamps sat at opposite corners, the shadows that extended from the edges of their reach stretched across the length of the room.

Kurapika sat on the side of the large, queen-sized bed, the mattress sinking ever so slightly beneath his weight. Weariness had settled in, making every muscle inside his body feel extremely heavy. Dealing with the stress of his lectures, the rising concern over the assassin, and the looming Succession War had practically taken everything out of him. Even the after-effects of his prolonged usage of Emperor Time was continuing to show.

He gingerly rubbed along his temples, slowly working at trying to relieve himself of the gradually forming headache.

Sensing the suddenly fluctuating pressure around him jarred Kurapika back to his senses. The dark form resting his feet also stirred instantly, two ears perked and alert. Amar had insisted on staying close by despite his current duty was to the queen and her daughter, but Kurapika relented knowing that Bill was with them.

"So far, everything is secure. There is still no sign of the assassin, and Beleranite is keeping watch over room ten-thirteen."

For once in the long month since boarding the ship, the night seemed to pass by uneventfully. There was no telling when it would happen again. Kurapika sucked in air between his teeth before looking up to face Chrollo who stood in the doorway to their private quarters. His lover divested the blazer he wore and casually threw it over the back of the closest chair. It was evident they were both tired, and worn down from everything they had been through, but the ship was only halfway to its destination. They still had another month before reaching the Dark Continent.

Another month of trying to subsist with the systematically impending Succession War. And doing it while getting dogged by an unseen assailant.

Trying to keep the royals on even ground was the biggest challenge yet, and even then, Kurapika found it problematic to keep it together. His mentality was starting to slip, so much that both Amar and Chrollo had noticed it. His lover slipped closer a moment later, causing Kurapika to instinctively shift sideways so Chrollo could sit. Besides dealing with the situation borne from the upcoming battle, Kurapika knew there was still the matter of retrieving the last pairs of the Scarlet Eyes. It was the primary reason that he, Chrollo, and Amar involved themselves with Kakin in the first place.

Aside from continuing with classes, they had to figure out how to get the eyes back. The Ryodan along with Gon and Killua had managed to successfully locate them, a boon that he couldn't have been more grateful for.

Thankfully, their present circumstance was uneventful.

Silver chains rattled as Kurapika gently swept his bangs aside. Dark lines still traced the areas beneath his tired cerulean eyes, a clear indication of the stress he endured. "Very good. I don't think whoever it is will make another attempt anytime soon. So far, it's only taken place during lessons." Kurapika paused for a second; another twinge of pain shot through his temples and he had to compose himself quickly before either presence in the room took notice. "At least we can now map out what to do next." He resumed once the pain subsided.

However, taking the chance to cover up his affliction never seemed to go unnoticed. Chrollo watched him curiously despite his response, and Amar merely tilted his head. It was nearly impossible to keep anything from them although it never stopped him from trying. He just hated to make them worry. Kurapika looked down at his hands, completely avoiding Chrollo and Amar's gazes.

Without a doubt, he wanted to regain his vitality by tracking down the miracle liquid that Amar spoke of, but until they reached the Dark Continent and faced the Nacknars again, contending was all he could do. Besides, they still had the eyes to also focus on.

Hopefully, Chrollo understood that.

"For now the attacker has only struck during those times, but that could change," Chrollo stated evenly, both elbows resting on his knees. "Though, I do agree that we need to plan our next course of action regarding the eyes. It is the main reason we are here."

Without warning, Chrollo swept one of his arms around Kurapika's waist. It was low enough to pull the younger man close, but also enough to show a bit of possession. Once Kurapika's body contacted his own, Chrollo leaned down to kiss his lover on the top of the head. He heard Kurapika hiss, which only made him chuckle at the response.

The sensation made Kurapika shiver. "That's why I think it's best to act soon." He whispered and leaned in closer. Damn Chrollo for how it made him feel. His lover's touches always felt good.

"I have to side with Kurapika on this," Amar said after staying silent for so long. He wanted to give the two mates a sort of uninterrupted moment to themselves, only they had a mission to think of. Albeit the fact they had inadvertently become engulfed by the pandemonium of the Succession War, reclaiming the last sets of Scarlet Eyes was the most significant, even to Kurapika. It took priority. "The sooner we take possession of the eyes, the better." Amar made sure to add fervency to his voice.

He knew it would also give his companions peace, especially Kurapika.

"Well," Chrollo began and started to stroke his fingertips along Kurapika's side. Perhaps the blatant display of affection in front of Amar wasn't something that his lover particularly cared for, but it was an aspect he enjoyed. Kurapika was his and deserved to be treated lavishly. "If that is what you want to do, then I say we raid the vault tonight. No point in waiting."

Kurapika turned almost instantly to stare pointedly at Chrollo the second the words exited his mouth. The very suggestion without formal planning left him astonished; ransacking the vault now was impetuous, even for him. It was undeniable they needed to recover the eyes, but doing it so soon amid the growing intrigue while an assassin was on the loose? Kurapika couldn't think of anything more ostentatious.

And despite that, temptation had its intemperate pull.

He sensed the shifting of weight at his side. Red, pupilless eyes locked on his own. "I think," Amar began, his voice calling out softly in their minds, "that if it's possible to collect them now, why put it off? The main reason any of us are here is to get the remaining eyes of Kurapika's clan. It is what I vowed to do along with helping you find the potion of life restoration, so I swear to see it through."

Hearing their affirmation only incited the urgency to take action even more. Taking the eyes into his possession that much sooner would eliminate one problem from his list and put him one step closer to finally laying his clansmen to rest. Yet, would doing it now invoke an uproar among the Kakin nobles, and possibly spur greater chaos during the Succession War?

Not only that, Tserriednich was still a threat. A beast disguised in human flesh, and was the last known person to have custody of the eyes. A confrontation with him before reaching the Dark Continent could be disastrous. There was no way of knowing the outcome if the man happened to learn Nen.

So much was against them, and it still didn't assuage the desire, or agency to move forward. Regardless of which option they chose, the risk remained. "Frankly, I would have waited until we reached the Dark Continent, but if you have a plan, let's hear it."

The grin that slid across Chrollo's lips was all that Kurapika needed to know. He knew from experience when his lover forged a plan, it was usually foolproof. Very few times did anything premeditated fall through.

It was a skill that Chrollo had proficiency in due to his criminal background. Kurapika couldn't help but envy and resent him for it. At least it was helping him complete his goal. Chrollo made sure of that.

Both he and Amar watched the other man intently. "Well then," Chrollo began with slight amusement in his voice, "it's time to get started."


After Thoughts: I hope everyone enjoyed the latest installment. With this, I will say we are nearing the end of this arc. Since the manga has only updated partially beyond unreleased volume thirty-seven, I will be splitting off from there with my own ending of the DC segment. From there, the rest of RoF will continue on with events past that, and to its conclusion. So far, its been a long journey, and once again, I thank those readers who have stuck with me along the way. Thank you again for your continued support. :3