Chapter 2: A x Dim x Welcome
The car ride somehow passes quietly. The small dose of chloroform Chrollo administered at the start works surprisingly well, keeping Kurapika softly snoring throughout. Chrollo never thought he'd watch one of his worst enemies be at peace and actually feel... satisfied.
A private blimp and another car ride later, they're finally at the base-- a large previously-abandoned manor, with artfully placed red-brick walls and twisting vines.
Pakunoda is the first to approach him as he enters, an easy gaze and an easy smile-- little judgement behind them. Her eyes flicker to the kurta in his arms before settling back to him. "So, how did it go?"
Chrollo returns her easy smile, before passing through her fading form. The hall is deserted. He has not told anyone about his plans yet. If Paku had still been alive... He shakes his head. She's not. And her murderer is in his very arms. Yet.
Ascending the first curling set of stairs, there is a long dim hallway, with faded paintings and cracked wooden ornaments. He can smell the mould.
Skipping the various doors lining the corridor, he reaches the wide set of double doors at the end. The Master Bedroom. There's another room attached to it (besides the bathroom)-- Chrollo can't guess what it used to be for-- but he has shifted a bed and a closet inside to make a place for the kurta.
And so, he gently carries Kurapika inside, locking the door behind them before placing him on the bed. With a fond smile, he tucks him in, before softly kissing the tip of his nose.
Chrollo isn't stupid. He knows there are other abilities the kurta owns. He may have his strongest but that in now way incapacitates him from providing decent resistance upon waking up. And that's where Feitan comes in.
Producing a vial from his pocket, he lightly shakes it. The white from the LED light diffracts into sharp shades of the rainbow inside, the colours dancing around with the smallest movement. (A/N: yes this is gay juice).
Crouching down, he digs his fingers into the kurta's cheek, forcing his muscles to open his mouth. Popping off the cork, he tips the contents down his throat.
One dose should be enough for a week.