Harbinger

The First Meeting

Chrollo had met Hana by chance. She wore a black leather skirt, a long sleeve, black, mesh shirt and kept a dark pair of sunglasses on at all times. She intrigued him. Some might have even called Chrollo Lucilfer, leader of the infamous Phantom Troupe, obsessed. He followed you for hours, but even hiding his own powerful nen you noticed him. And you liked what you saw. Your sunglasses hid your eyes as they gazed over his body. From his pitch black hair and eyes, to his sculpted body hidden under a white button-up.

What your sunglasses didn't hide however, was the blush that crept onto your face as he seemingly locked eyes with you and begin his stroll towards you. You quickly diverted your eyes towards anything but him in this small cafe, sinking down further in your booth. Did he really notice your staring? Was he coming over to scold you? You waited nervously for his approach.  "May I join you?" He asked gently. You were shocked. Had he not noticed the way every person avoided you? Although it had been this way for many years, you still sorely felt society's rejection. But who could blame them with the nickname you had? Death followed you wherever you went. Most people didn't quite understand why. And truly, you only understood the basics.

"Only if you want to die a slow, painful death." You solemnly responded. What happened next shocked you even further.

Chrollo chuckled. This man actually laughed at you. "I had heard you were the Harbinger of Death. But trust me, I know the real one. You are merely unlucky." You chuckled nervously. Who was this guy? How did he know you? And if he knew about you... what was he still doing here?

"You may sit. How much do you know... about me?" You tentatively ask the gorgeous man in front of you. He moved to sit next to you and leaned in to whisper in your ear.

"I know your nen is poisonous." He placed on arm around the top of the booth and the other in his lap. "I know it won't activate unless we lock eyes, without your sunglasses on." He began slowly moving the hand in his lap towards you. "I know that you've been a bad girl, taking my title away from me." His warm hand touched your thigh and you felt a bolt of electricity shoot through your veins. Your breathing quicken and your adrenaline raced. Was he going to kill you? You gulped as he continued. "I know that not a soul has touched you since you were a child." His hand trailed up your thigh towards your quivering nether regions. Leaning closer in, he lightly licked the shell of your ear. "And I know that touching you," he paused to caress you through your panties, ignoring the stares coming from the few customers who had noticed, "is something I simply must do." He slipped his fingers past your panties and it took all of your willpower to not run away or moan. You simply closed your eyes and took a deep breath.

"And may I inquire about who you are?" You asked in a strong voice.

"They call me Chrollo. Chrollo Lucilfer. The real Harbinger of Death." And with that he plunged one long finger inside of you.

"Prove it!" You yelled, refusing to moan for this strange, sexy, exhibitionist of a man.

Chrollo abruptly regained his composure. You were not the only one trying to hold back. It was taking Chrollo all of his strength to not bend you over the table and fuck you in front of the entire cafe. And he barely even knew you. Standing up, attempting to both ignore and hide the impressive bulge that had formed on his pants, Chrollo cleared his throat. "Very well, please come to York New City on September 1st. And be sure to watch the news. I'll prove to you that only I deserve the title you hold. And when I do, I will certainly expect retribution from you." With that, he turned and exited the cafe.

It took you a long time to regain your sanity. What just happened? Did this man promise to give you the best (and first) sex of your life? Well, you thought, it might be worth a shot. So what if I accidentally kill him? He's a criminal.