Open Book [Chrollo Lucilfer x Reader]

xi. antagonistic reality

Walking back to the airport was eerily silent. Killua and Gon, while in front of you, didn't attempt to run away—something you greatly appreciated. Finally, after a moment, Gon spoke up, a hardness in his voice you hadn't anticipated.

"That man back there who spoke in a different language with you... Is he your brother?"

You nearly stopped, before continuing on. ". . . Cousin, but yes."

Finally, Gon whirled around, topaz eyes burning furiously. This time, you did stop, taken aback by such an intense attitude coming from somebody who was usually so jovial.

"So the whole time... You were...!"

His fists were clenched, and you nearly drooped. Why did you feel bad for having two 13-year-olds be disappointed in you? Why did your heart drop at the change in Gon's demeanor?

Averting your eyes, you stayed quiet for a moment before deciding it best to tell them the truth, your voice barely heard above the constant patter of rain.

"I wasn't aware they were in York New City until I was held as a captive by Chrollo," you started, thinking back on that night. Was that really only last night? It felt like decades ago already. "When he brought me back to their hideout, I came face to face with Feitan. My cousin. He's the only family I have left."

Gon's eyes were narrowed, and finally he stopped glaring at you. "You don't like this."

"No."

At your answer, he relaxed before promptly turning around. "Come on, Killua." You doubted you were forgiven, and most likely Gon wouldn't ever forgive you for this, but your answer seemed to satisfy whatever Gon had been looking for. Giving you one last unreadable glance, Killua followed Gon's suit, leaving you with no choice but to walk forward.

The rest of the walk to the airport stayed free of any other conversation, and after what felt like hours the three of you were outside of the blimp. Immediately, you tensed and stepped in front of Gon and Killua, seeing somebody walk towards you three on the phone.

"Hisoka," you gritted, feeling for your daggers. Only one was there, and you cursed in your native language when you realized Feitan still had the other.

That was fine.  You only needed one to deal with this clown.

Hisoka gave you an unsettling grin, still on the phone. "If you don't let me come onto the airship, I'll kill Killua and Gon. I'm after the leader."

You held the dagger in front of you. "Like hell you will.  I'll cut you down into ribbons, Hisoka." Your aggression had the opposite effect you had wanted as Hisoka's grin only grew. Finally, he hung up, eyeing the three of you like you all were his next meal.

"Come along, then. We don't want to keep our friends waiting."

You glanced at Gon and Killua uncertainly. "You two get out of here as soon as the exchange is done. If Hisoka attempts anything, I'll kill him myself."

With that said, the four of you boarded the blimp before it started to take off, leaving the four of you to awkwardly sit in the waiting area. As Hisoka shuffled his cards lackadaisically, you made it a point to sit as far away from him as possible, with Gon and Killua on the floor by the door. Just as you had looked at Hisoka, he had looked up at you, golden eyes tilting upwards in mirth.

"You never told me you were from Meteor City," he stated in amusement.

You scoffed. "I was under no obligation to tell you anything. If you try anything funny, especially towards those kids, I'll be gutting you like a fish - am I understood?"