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Pairo was right. Chrollo was evil. So why didn’t I listen?
“Please.. I can give you everything I have. Just don’t kill me, I have a daughter at ho-”. Before the man could finish his sentence Kurapika killed him with his chain. His only goal was to revenge his family and return the only thing that is left of them - their scarlet eyes.
It was quite easy to sneak into the castle by the one who had the last pair of his family’s eyes. The victim was probably a fairly wealthy collector. He just didn't have to announce to the whole world that he had gotten the red eyes at the last fair. So it was more or less his own fault that he was lying in his own blood right now.
Steps are approaching, so it would probably be better to hurry up and leave. He opens the door and walks out. As if he hadn't just killed a multimillionaire, he strolls down the corridor.
The first screams will probably start soon. Well, maybe I need to hurry more. It would be very bad to be in the house when the alarm and panic go off.
Two right turns, then left, then the fourth door, down the corridor and then just-
“Excuse me? The butlers are needed in the kitchen right now and oh my god, aren't you trained not to smear sauce all over yourselves? And what the hell do you want with that box in your hands? What's your name? Oh you know what, forget it and go now, I don't want to see your face anymore.”
I really wouldn't have wanted to kill her as well.
Before the collectors daughter changes her mind, Kurapika moves in the kitchen’s direction and away from the pool of blood. After he has left the back door Kurapika disappears. The screams go off but he is no longer there to catch.
Now with the last of his eyes collected, he can concentrate on his final goal.
I want him dead. Now.
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”He is dead…?“
The room is dark and cold. The phantom troupe met but not with the intention to mourn after one of their members but to discuss their next plans. ”Well yeah, me and Uvogin wanted to met before we go here but guess somebody else found him before me“ explains the third spider with her pink hair.
”And you just accepted it? How can you be so calm, oh my god?“ hisses Shalnark.
“What? Should I have revived him from the dead? He was already dead when I found him. There is literally nothing we can do about it.”, Machi hisses back.
“She is right”, agrees the second spider. “Oh shut up, Feitan. You don’t even-” “Both of you shut up now” Pakunoda interrupts.
“Thank you, Pakunoda.” As Chrollo Lucifers speaks, no one dares to intervene his words. He continues: “No one is getting away with killing a spider. Our priority is finding out who did this to Uvogin but we cannot forget all of our missions. Machi, you have any clues on how they found him?”
“Finding him is one thing but killing him? It’s not a thing a random guy can do. Sorry, I don’t have a single clue.” the pink haired girls answers.
“How about it wasn’t a random guy, but someone who knew his location because they wanted to meet before, huh? Somebody who knows his powers and flaws, maybe?” the sixth spider suspects bitterly.
“No it wasn’t Machi, if she was the killer you would be the first to die” Chrollo explains dryly. He continues: “He was probably partly to blame himself. He has a tendency to view people as weak and therefore, it’s easy to be underestimated. Everybody knows that. You, me and probably our killer. So let’s concentrate on people who look weak. Thus, save your mercy for children and women that can control nen.
Phinks, Franklin, Shizuku, Maki, you do the research for Uvogin’s murderer.” Chrollo pauses while he looks at the sixth spider. “Sharlnak, if you want you can join the research, but please don't try to kill Machi, losing another one of us would piss me off.”
“And the rest of us?” the first spider asks.
“You are still preparing to kidnap the son of the Rabbitie family. It starts in 3 days. Those researching for Uvogin will interrupt this in 2 days so that we are all together when we pull this off. You can go. Oh but Pakunoda, stay here for a few minutes, will you?“
With this said, the phantom troupe members disappear except for its head and the tall, beautiful woman with the number nine.
„What do you think?“ Chrollo asks her directly.
„About Sharlak losing his shit, Uvogin being dead or that 3 days aren’t even close enough to prepare for the mission?“ the ninth spider asks.
„Who killed Uvogin?“ Chrollo asked her again.
„I don’t know. But I do know that you think it’s your little friend. Couldn’t you even pretend to be sad? Hey, wait, would you also be like that if I was dead?“
„What are you saying? Do you think he’s that dumb to attack you? No, it’s not an accident he killed Uvogin. He is about to find us. I will be honest with you, I totally thought he gave up on finding me. Not gonna lie, I even thought about revealing me so he could find me easier. But of course he attacks the weakest of us first. What if he-„
„No offence on interrupting you but did you forgot what you did? I don’t know, maybe killed his entire clan and stole their eyes before they died? Why are you acting like he is a long time friend that wants to visit you? He is about to kill you and me and probably all of us?! He hates you!! Are you out of you mind?“ Pakunoda says.
„I don’t care if he hates me or not. It had to be done and you know that and soon he will know it as well.“ After Chrollo finished his sentence there is a long silence until the tall woman breaks it: „If there comes a time when you have to choose between us and him … What will you do?“
„Don’t be stupid.“
Both knew that this was the end of this conversation. They said goodbye in silent, not knowing if they would see each other again tomorrow.