Curse of the Spider [HxH!Trouble Trio x Reader]

2 🕷 A Shitty Thief

"—AND NEVER USE THIS TAXI SERVICE AGAIN!"

Grinning as you waved 'goodbye' to a very angry taxi driver, you watched him speed off for a moment. You couldn't suppress the snort that left you when he almost hit a pedestrian, the business man yelling obscenities after the yellow cab. Well, that was none of your business anymore — it's not like it was your fault that your bank account got frozen.

Stupid Hunters' Association.

There was no use crying over spilled milk, you supposed. You already had a new goal in mind, you just needed to get across the ocean to the United States of Saherta and to the York New Auction. It was the beginning of July, so two months should be good enough time, right?

Crossing over was easier said than done, though, when you realized you had no fare to board the boat.

I can't just kill them, there's no way I can drive a boat. There's gotta be some sucker around here who will be easy enough to steal from. As strange as it was considering your given profession, you hated stealing from just anybody. There were plenty of others trying to survive — you considered yourself more of some kind of Robin Hood, stealing from the rich and occasionally giving it back to the poor. Well, mostly the money you stole was used to fund your erratic and adventurous lifestyle.

To each their own, right?

Seeing a guy arguing angrily on the phone, dressed ritzy and complaining about some last-minute business meeting, you felt your lips curl upwards. Bingo. With your hands in your pockets, and drawing up your own nen, you casually walked past the guy, bumping shoulders with him and swiftly apologizing after. Meanwhile, while he was focused on your hands and face, you had activated your nen ability, your shadow slipping the wallet from his pocket to yours with him none the wiser.

Walking around the corner of the building so he didn't see you pull out the wallet, you leaned up against the building, quickly leafing through. As hoping, he had a thick money clip with bills of jenny. Certainly enough to catch you a trip to Saherta and a few good meals and nights at a hotel.

Giggling as you heard him start to yell, realizing his wallet was gone, you tossed it into an alley before heading back towards the ship cheerily, handing over the needed amount to take you overseas.

A piece of cake.

You still had a little bit until the ship left port, and so you decided now was as good a time as ever to take inventory. With the ship resembling a pirate ship, you climbed up to the forecastle deck. Not only was there nobody up there, but it gave you better leverage to look down on all of the passengers, both qualities important to you.

Taking off your backpack, you leaned up against the rail, setting the backpack between your legs as you began to take everything out.

You had suspected you didn't have a lot, but you hadn't realized just how much you had left in your hotel room in a haste to leave Zaban City until now. You grimaced.

Thankfully, your black cloak, tattered at the ends, was folded neatly at the bottom. That was what you often wore to conceal your identity and, unintentionally, gender. It covered your face perfectly and was all black, helping you blend into the night, not to mention it just looked really cool. Mysterious. Underneath the cloak were black gloves to pair with your thief outfit. As well as your little disguise, you had a single bag of trail mix with all of the candy already picked out from when you had a sweets craving the other day, a raggedy leather-bound notebook and fountain pen, a couple of spare coins, basic hygiene products and a hair brush, and an extra pair of socks and underwear.