A Symbiotic Relationship / Male!Reader x Hisoka x Illumi x Chrollo

The Auction

3rd POV:

It's a warm, sunny day. The wind gently blowing keeps pedestrians of the city from getting too hot, people dress less and ice cream becomes served again. The city's underworld tingles with anticipation of tonight's auction, however, and people of power slowly gather in the city...

With Anzu's permission, you took over her around noon and waited until her body shifted into yours. Then after getting dressed in something more fitting than women's clothes, you deliver on your promise and head for the Phantom Troupe hideout. You don't have any malice as you don't yet know their organisation name and therefore do not know it is them who slaughtered the Kurta. You walk through the city with your head held high, not even remotely swayed by the pleasant smells of food or shouts of performers that sometimes gather. With a sense of purpose, you reach the hideout on the outskirts.

You walk in through the front door, and find all the members except Chrollo sitting around. They notice you, but don't strike. Three reactions stand out to you, however. First is Feitan, his eyes hold no grudge, but instead remind you of a doe. They are timid, and his hand goes to his stomach on the memory of you slicing him open. His legs are trembling despite sitting down, looking at you intently to make sure you won't strike. He's scared of you more than the rest, but it makes sense. Then there's Hisoka, his eyes shot open upon seeing you and he got onto his feet, walking towards you with signature smile. The last reaction that surprises you somewhat is Pakunoda getting up and approaching you as well.

"You're here. I was told by Chrollo to redirect you to the roof where he waits." She says politely. You nod in response, and she turns around before walking to her sitting spot again. Hisoka follows you as you head for the roof, catching up to you. "Hey [Y/N]," he greets you, trying your name out. "I had no idea you were that strong. I knew you would be a strong fighter, but I didn't expect this." He praises you, before swinging an arm around you "Care to teach me some tricks?". You frown at that and shrug his hand off. "First, I don't want to as you're the reason I was brought out so often not long ago. Second, I have no obligation to. Leave." You say, but Hisoka isn't deterred, no doubt expecting this. "Come on! I will leave you alone in exchange.~" He says while giving you a close eyed smile. "We both know that's a lie." You say, reaching the roof and walking into the open space as Hisoka stops on the edge, not daring to intrude.

Walking along the rubbled roof, you spot a figure at the south side. There's Chrollo, his hair down and a bandage over his forehead, hiding the cross. He is sitting down on a larger rubble piece that's next to a table sized one, two teacups and a plate with sweets on it. There's another rock next to that, probably a seat for you. But you're not impolite and don't sit down, instead approaching. "Oh, welcome. Please, take a seat." Chrollo says, motioning to the rock. You oblige and sit down, getting a smile back. Fake or not, you take it. "Please help yourself to the tea or sweets, no need to be humble." He says, taking a teacup and drinking from it. You look down at the refreshments and scan them, Chrollo looking at you curiously as your aura extends to it and sweeps over the items. When you know nothing of it is dangerous, you take the teacup and take a sip. It's still warm, but not hot anymore. It's not exactly your taste, but it's not bad. You hum in approval of the beverage, and the male looks pleased. "I'm glad you like it, I was worried you wouldn't. Are the sweets also to your liking? Or would you like something else?" He asks, but now looks relaxed. "No, they are fine." You say, not oblivious to his almost exaggerated attempts to win your favor. Privately talking to you over tea and sweets is a proof enough.

"I bet you're wondering why I wanted to speak to you like this. Well, I wanted to get to know you. Who you are, what do you want in life, and what are you going to do with yourself." Chrollo starts, a friendly expression on his face. "Those are some big questions. I'd say I want peace in my life, I have no ultimate goal. I don't even know exactly what I am and why I behave like I do. It's a mystery, and I do not wish to find myself or a purpose to follow. I protect my hosts, that's all there is to my motivations and purpose, Chrollo." you say, looking into your cup as you monologue. You don't see his eyes glint with recognition, as Chrollo is actually finding himself in the world. He doesn't know who he is, the Spider being the only way for himself to have an identity, the group. Otherwise he's noone. Yet here you are, content on not knowing yourself and aren't looking for a purpose, a reason to be or a way to leave a mark on the world. It's like you're a ghost. "That can't be right. Everyone has a purpose or something they want to do, something they want besides protecting someone." Chrollo responds, setting down his teacup elegantly on the stone. "Hm? Then what's yours?" You ask, before taking another sip. Chrollo freezes, not expecting you to ask him due to how apathetic you usually are. "I want to be rich and buy myself a mansion, have a pretty wife and thrive off of what my organisation steals." He replies almost immediately, lying. He doesn't want any of that besides the Troupe getting rich. "Mmm..." You hum, taking some pastry from the "table" and eating, making him wonder if you know he's lying. You don't, but then again you don't trust anything at all that he says.