Open Book [Chrollo Lucilfer x Reader]

x. the chain user

The rain was coming down hard, and yet you couldn't hail a taxi for the life of you. As if the cab drivers could tell that you were on a march of impending doom, they all passed you by, leaving you to walk to Lingon Airport in the freezing September rain.

Despite the cold bite of water seeping in through your clothes, your mind was turned inward, ignoring your current discomfort. This was the final phase, you presumed, of the chain user's plan. Was this where you died? According to your fortune, no. The same was with Chrollo's fortune - his made no mention of death at all, meaning you both would come out of this alive. Possibly injured, but clearly not fatally. This fact was enough to put your mind a bit at ease, and you could only hope nobody followed you to mess that up.

Thankfully, they didn't. Going to the airport, you noticed how one blimp had a boarding ramp onto it. Using your nen glasses, you saw this was the one - Chrollo, as well as two others, were on there. No, there was one more, hiding nearby - Leorio. The two others had to be the chain user and that Melody he had mentioned.

Here goes nothing...

With a steely resolve, you boarded the blimp with a confidence you weren't sure was real or faked. Your nerves were too on edge to tell.

"You're that informant. [Y/n] [L/n]."

Standing face to face with you was a blond - to his left was a stoutly person. To his right...

Was a chained up Chrollo, staring at you inscrutably. Chains covered his mouth, preventing him from speaking, but apparently hadn't always been there. Seeing how stiff the blond was, you could hazard a guess that Chrollo said something to trigger him and cause him to get punched, his left cheekbone already swelling and red. You met the blond's eyes, a plain brown that didn't seem to match his demeanor.

"You're Kurapika," you hummed after a nod of confirmation. "The chain user."

The stoutly person, Melody you assumed, looked up at Kurapika. "She's telling the truth."

Ah, so that was a woman—her voice was soft. Soothing, almost, if it weren't for the situation at hand.

"I'll give you two conditions. If you abide by them, I'll let you both go."

Opting to not say anything, you gave Kurapika a sharp nod. "I'll start with the leader. First, you are forbidden from using nen. Second..." From here, you could see Kurapika's eyes begin to glow a hostile scarlet, and you finally lost your stoic composure, eyes widening.

A Kurta—no wonder why he's doing this. His brethren...

You knew full well what the Troupe had done. Was it bad your first thought was that they should have made sure there were no survivors? You never claimed to be a saint, but damn, that was messed up even for you.

He seemed like he was hesitating, deliberating on something you could not fathom before he made up his mind. "Second, you may not contact any member of the Troupe. Those are the two conditions, and to ensure you follow them, I will use my Judgement Chain, the Arbiter Little Finger, on your leader."

My leader? You kept your face neutral. Nobody was your leader. Did he think you were a part of the Phantom Troupe, and that's why that stipulation was made?

"You can decide if this is acceptable, [Y/n]."

Well, shit. You didn't like being in this position—Chrollo's gray eyes were boring into you. Most likely, he wanted you to disagree and put the Phantom Troupe first; if you were a part of the Troupe, you may have considered it for even a moment. However, you were not. Even better was that neither Melody nor Kurapika were aware that you weren't a part of the Troupe. Banking on the thought that the conditions couldn't be changed once they were set, and leaving you safe to still be around Chrollo, you nodded.