𝐆𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐍 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒

~𝟜𝟛~

CROSS MY HEART

     The black tie around his shirt's collar sailed in the wind. Everytime I jump on these black tops I'm always so mesmerized by the breeze. But today it was exceptionally strong and greeted me in waves. She further examined his physique. He'd grown out his hair since the last time she'd seen him. And the tattoo was always intriguing to look at.

     "I had to confirm it was you." Chrollo smiled.

     "Confirmation. Of course. You've always been so paranoid, Lucilfer. Who are you hiding from now?" She states, letting her mind venture off to the first time she'd met him.

     "I came into town to meet up with some members. You know, there's still some spots open for you." He offers as he motions towards a metal door on the roof to a generic gray building. He holds the door for her and lets it slam shut behind her. The place echoed as it was emptied. Emptied and vandalized. Graffiti and broken chairs. Most likely an abandoned office building.

     "I'm never been interested in working with anyone, you know the story. But you probably just want my abilities." She teases as he smirks, lighting a candle. Emiko expected to see other members of the Troupe but there were no other auras in the building. None that were harmful at least. Emiko chowed down the last bits of the cone and stared at the empty room. Chrollo always has to be on the low, being a gang leader and all. Although for me it was so easy to have even my shadow covered.

     "Spending time with the magician I see..." He says removing the bands from his forehead, revealing the tattoo. Saint Peter's Cross. Peter refused to be crucified in the same position as Jesus and now Chrollo's here to represent Satan himself. Although, that's how we got along to begin with. I was considered the devil for the massacre I single handedly accomplished. Yet here I stand with someone who did the same for a twisted reason: their eyes.

     Wait a second- I almost missed that detail. He knows the magician? And how does he know about all of the time I've spent with him?

     Chrollo notices her knotted head. "Number 4 of the Phantom Troupe. I thought he would've told you by now."

     Hiding more things I see. Oh it's just adding to my curiousity, and my anger. But at this moment, I don't feel like dealing with it and letting it eat my stability.

     "Interesting. I guess he'll always be a liar, hu?" He adds.

     "The magician's nice to me though! Isn't that adorable?" She continues to tease sarcastically, although she's only here alone because of his sloppy flings.

     "Nice? I wouldn't doubt it's just to do exactly what he wants with me. Dead." He grabs two stable chairs and places them close to a table with the candles and his handy book. How many years has it been? And am I talking to Hisoka's enemy right now?

     "Oh, we'll have our fight one day and it's possible one of us won't know how to stop. You've seen my power, my abilities."

     "Sure but, I'm the one that's known his intentions for the longest. Have you forgotten the gang work never stops?" Chrollo implies. This sparks an idea in my head that hopefully will be supported. He laid back into the seat and rested his temples on his fingers.

     She crosses her legs, "No. But I might have to ask you for a favor."

     "And what would that be, m'lady?" He raised his eyebrows. There's a part of me that forgot how handsome this criminal was. Is this graphite musk I smell?

     "Is there any sort of work to be done? I'm a bit—tense..." Emiko asks seemingly.

     "I came into downtown Yorbia in order to gather my Troupe together and steal crates of Shimizu family's passed down items." He continues. "Cloaks, shoes, belts, and most importantly, the necklaces."