PROLOGUE
Chrollo feels restless today.
Sure, he has been feeling restless since his nen fell victim to the chain user's ability-- since Uvo's death, really. But today is somehow... different. Perhaps it is due to the dream he had last night or perhaps finding the nen exorcist has finally given his mind the liberty to think about... about what?
If anything, Chrollo is scared to admit it. He has never felt this way before-- for something like this at least-- or rather, someone. It's an obsession much like the wide range of ones he has had before-- he knows that much. But beyond that it's... hard to ascertain anything.
To put it simply, he has been thinking of the chain user, the lone Kurta survivor-- or more specifically, his eyes. He thought he had grown tired of them, thus selling them away. Yet, looking at a living Kurta once more, he realises the brilliance of actual living eyes could never match those of dead floating ones.
Still, he can never fully grasp the core of the obsession unless he begins to indulge in it. Should he?
Chrollo pops open a can of cola, sighing thoughtfully.Why not?
