The Ninth || Chrollo x Reader

XIII. The Devil

It is then that I realize the amount of blood that has stained me. On my hands, my clothes, my daggers. It's exact shade matches that of Kurapika's eyes. And I feel as though the only thing that he sees is the blood of innocents that I've slain.

My grip around my daggers loosen, and I drop both blades, which clatter loudly onto the floor. Raising both my arms, I stand still, and say,

"Kurapika, it's me. It's (y/n)." I'm careful not to make too many movements, because my appearance as a Spider has set off Kurapika, and to reduce the amount of possible damage that he may inflict upon me, I try to be careful.

The red in his eyes don't falter, and I have no other option but to stand still until it's gone. Though I am not marked with the tattoo, nor am I completely a Spider, due to my actions as a spy for the Zodiacs, Kurapika is unable to see me as anything but the murderer who assisted the Troupe in the Headquarter's raid.

Distant footsteps, quick and hurried, are approaching from behind him. I can hear the movement, and I believe that it is only one person running towards us. It is without a doubt, a Hunter, because the other Spiders have been given their roles as individual fighters on the other floors. My eyes drift to where I believe that they are, before a pang of panic hits me.

If they find me and Kurapika like this, they will not hesitate to try to kill me, however if I am to move right now, Kurapika will. Based on these options, the outcome with a higher chance of survival is the one in which I wait to process the approacher's identity and decide whether to use my weapons or not, based off of Kurapika's stability by then.

It will be about a few seconds before they come, and as their footsteps grow louder, I make out the Hunter.

He is no one that I know particularly, rather just a Hunter who must have been in the crossfire of the Phantom Troupe's raid. His eyes are quickly drawn to me, and my daggers on the floor. However, he also sees the gun that Kurapika holds in his hand, the weapon that is still pointed towards me.

I see his decision being made in the reflection of his eyes, and it is then that I realize what I must do. Quickly swiping my daggers from the floor, I meet my opponent.

The Hunter is about my age, or older by no more than two years. Ruffled, brown hair frames his face, and his eyes are filled with unmistakable determination. In his hands are two guns, pistols of sleek metal. However, the bullets that he shoots are made of Nen, and it is obvious that he is an Emitter. However, I'm unsure of his Hatsu.

In this situation, I realize that I most likely would be able to disarm and easily kill him, however in the corner of my eye, I see Kurapika's eyes flash as he lunges towards me. Swiftly moving in the air, I kick upwards, my foot meeting his jaw, and the Hunter that was pursuing me is knocked out, and lands on the floor.

I dodge Kurapika's deadly attacks, and walk backwards down the hall. Summoning my Nen, I activate my Ken, as his bullets are shot into the walls around me. Used bullets drop to the floor, and when he no longer has enough, he lifts his left hand.

My eyes flash, and I desperately warn, "Kurapika. Don't use your chains on me. I'm a Zodiac, not a Spider."

However, my words have no affect on his monotonous expression, and he flicks his hand about. Long, silver chains lash towards me, and I jump around, my feet landing on the sides of walls, as I attempt to dodge them. Around me, the furniture, and potted plants that had once made up this floor crack, and bits of debris fly around.

Kurapika raises his hand once more, however, he pauses, and grasps the side of his face. Half of it is covered by his hand, but the other half is visible. His eye is wide, and he doubles over in what seems like pain.