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Knock Knock.
There was two knocks that caught #@&%'s attention. "Come in." He'd stated. #@&% watched as the younger man walked in.
"Hello, #@&%." %!*^ Stated. "It's a pleasure to meet you. I appreciate that you were able to make time for this meeting."
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Kurapika and Leorio navigated around Yokohama looking for the ADA's building. They've technically already found it, but must've walked passed it at least five times already. This entire adventure was full of arguments between the couple. Left, left. No, right! No left!
"Kurapika. Why don't we just call them? They have to know what their building looks like better than we do." Leorio suggested. He was actively pointing to the phone booth right next to them.
"Oh yeah." Kurapika seemed as if he hadn't thought of that. Before they even moved a foot, they both heard a voice from the same building they were looking for.
"HEY!!" There were two men, a blonde one with glasses and a brown haired one covered in bandages. Once they'd caught up to the two, the blonde started to speak. "Are you both Kurapika and Leorio?"
"Yes, we are." Kurapika answered. Right, they hadn't met them in person before. But they were recruits, suggested by the Hunter's Association. Before anyone could blink, the brown haired man was already on his knees, holding Kurapika's hands in his.
"You'd be perfect to commit a double suicide with! Would you be interested in committing a double suicide with me?" The brown haired bandage waste had mistaken Kurapika as a woman, which wasn't unusual anymore. He did look pretty feminine.
"I'm sorry, but I'm simply not interested. I'm not a woman, and I'm not 18 yet." The was an audible Eugh!? that arose from the two.
Then the blondie spoke up again, "I apologise for Dazai's behaviour. I'm Kunikida, this is my partner, Dazai. And you should know prior that this behaviour is normal coming from him."
Kurapika and Leorio hadn't bothered or had the time to introduce themselves, already walking into to the building. The office was nice, there was a doctor, someone who was willing to teach Leorio things.
That Kenji boy looks oddly familiar. Why? Why does he look so...but everyone is dead. He can't be a survivor. Kurapika thought to himself. It was unusual, to be fair.
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"Hello, this is an unusual meeting today. Through Hisoka's request after our challenge with the chain user, we have partnered with the Port Mafia." Chrollo stated. Chrollo didn't really partner with outside organisations. Perhaps he was on drugs. When did Chrollo, the boss, listen to Hisoka? Speaking of, wasn't Hisoka not a member anymore? Most likely.
"When did you listen to Hisoka?" Machi states. Chrollo didn't really know how to respond to that. Maybe because he was desperate. To be fair, he was pretty sure he just made the Troupe known to one of the strongest mafias in all of Yokohama.
"I really don't know, I'm not thinking that straight right now." Oh, okay, so it's something that he's going to heavily regret later. Damn Machi, always making him question his decisions. Chrollo's attention was grabbed by Shalnark opening a can. Perhaps Shalnark was trying to drink away his problems. And problems meaning the loss of Uvogin.
Last Chrollo remembered about anything going on with Shalnark and Uvogin, they were getting married in May, which clearly isn't happening anymore. Shalnark seems to be losing sleep over his death too, which isn't surprising, he was so used to his comfort when falling asleep.
They weren't heartless, okay, maybe they were, Chrollo couldn't deny that considering all the times he's killed someone, each time making him feel a little less human. But they still cared for each other. Though, Chrollo understood where the Chain Bastard's anger was coming from. That's how he felt with Sarasa's death. Though, they had killed an entire 127 people.
Chrollo didn’t feel human. Sure, he had human disabilities which kept him aware that he was human, and he existed, but it wasn’t as if it did much when he was holding a head in his hand by the hair. Despite finding a joy in reading, he was pretty Dyslexic. He often held open a book and watched the letters dance around the page.
Chrollo’s thoughts were torn away at the sound of footsteps.
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“President, are you sure that’s right? The Phantom Troupe teamed up with the Port Mafia?”