Chapter 3: Darkness x And x Delusion
Kurapika is alone when he wakes up, a dull ache in his throat. He never sleeps with the lights off, yet it is pitch-dark. The bed feels different-- softer. He's not where he's supposed to be.
With a jolt, he sits up, blind hands searching around for a lamp. There's none. Where is he?
Slowly, he feels his way off the bed. The carpet is cool under his bare feet and Kurapika shudders. A step forward and his feet brush across something. His socks and shoes. He puts them on quickly, before attempting to survey the rest of he room.
The walls are cool and even-- worse-- they are solid. As he paces the boundary of the room, his hands reach the doorknob. Locked.
"Fuck." Kurapika curses under his breath. His brain is foggy, a headache pulsing beneath his temples-- and the claustrophobia is not helping.
With a huff, he attempts to gather his aura. Nothing. He tries again. Nothing.
Huh?
One more attempt confirms his fears-- he's either in the middle of a really awful nightmare or he has actually lost his nen. Shitshitshitshitshit.
Panicking now, he tries to kick open the door. Near the lock should work, right? Three more hard kicks and he succeeds, the lock finally submitting to his force.
A bedroom. Lavish wooden furniture with tastefully placed decorations-- enchanting red accentuating the brown shades. But what catches his eye the most is the man sitting on the bed, legs stretched out with a thick hard-cover book on the lap. The casual attire should suggest an equally ordinary character-- yet the raven hair and cross tattoo-
Kurapika's breath hitches, fists curling as wild red takes over his eyes-- far more captivating than any of the red in the room, Chrollo's smirk seems to say. Chrollo. Chrollo.
"How the fu-"
"Language, Kurapika." The man gently smooths the sheets next to him. "Sit down."
"No, you- you- what the hell did you do to my nen?" Kurapika grits out, words already souring in his mouth. How could he have ever let-
"Didn't I just tell you to sit down?" Chrollo raises an eyebrow and the sheer authority-- audacity-- in his tone nearly makes Kurapika flinch.
"As if you'll answer my questions if I sit down-"
"I will."
"I don't even need you to answer my questions." Kurapika spits out, taking a hit at collecting his aura once more. His stupid aura just keeps floating around mindlessly, refusing to respond to even the strongest of his wills.
"Is that so?" Chrollo's face remains a mask of serenity. "I won't answer your questions then, and you may keep standing as you please."
This infuriating bastard. "What the fuck do you want?"
"You." Chrollo chuckles, a soft haunting sound.
"Fuck you." Kurapika stifles a shudder. Why is he even just standing here? A wave of bloodlust from the monster in front of him and his question is answered. Unhelpfully, his brain supplies-- You don't stand a chance. Yet he wants to tear him apart. Kill him, his insides scream.
He has to calm down. He needs to. What would Leorio do in this situation?
With a glare thrown in his general direction, Kurapika walks over to the annoyingly inviting armchair next to the bed and sits down-- only a few uncomfortable feet away from the monster. "Talk."
Chrollo can't help but play with the young man in front of him. "Didn't you just tell me you didn't need my answers?"
The chain user takes a deep steadying breath. "Yes. I don't need them. I want them. Now-"
"Of course," Chrollo continues his game nonchalantly, "an important distinction." After a tense pause from his companion, he adds. "Continue."
"Why do you have me here?"
"Well..." Chrollo rests his chin atop his hand, leaning forward. "... I got quite bored of staring at lifeless eyes and thought, why not begin to appreciate the living specimen-" His heart pounds faster as the kurta's eyes glow an even brighter shade of red.
"Why, you-"
"I'm not done yet." Chrollo directs another wave of bloodlust at him, restraining any possible movements. "In simple words, you're here to be my slave."
The statement hits him like a brick, leaving a storm of nausea behind. "What?"
"Slave, Kurapika. You will be my slave-- whether you like it or not. I'd recommend the former, it'd make things easier after all."
"You- you bastard. You're fucking delusional-"
"Am I now?" With a terrifying grace and an equally suffocating bloodlust, Chrollo gets off the bed. Taking slow deliberate steps, he walks over to the immobilized kurta.
Before Kurapika can break out of his shock, Chrollo grabs him up by the collar and shoves him against the nearest wall. The blood-red wallpaper presses against his back and he only has the time to utter out a soft 'no', before- before-
Kurapika's mind shatters as Chrollo leans forward into a kiss, assaulting his senses with the heavy perfume and bloodlust he wears. If he hates me so much, why would he-
"Who's delusional now, Kurapika?"