The Second Lucilfer - A HxH story

𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕝𝕠𝕘𝕦𝕖

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Hey hey hey! I haven't written in a hot second but I wanted to stop procrastinating so here it is! Happy reading!

--𝕡𝕠𝕧: 𝕔𝕙𝕣𝕠𝕝𝕝𝕠--

It was a calm spring night, and Chrollo Lucilfer was bored. I mean, there haven't been many events where him and his crew could do their jobs, and no do-gooders in need of extermination have popped up. 

"Boss? Hey. BOSS!" A loud voice penetrated his thoughts. 

"Oh, sorry Paku. What's up?"

"You're a little quiet today, even for you. Is something wrong?" A worried look washed over Pakunoda's features. Even though they were a group of murderers and crime-seekers, they were people. Most people don't get to see this side of them, but they are actually quite loving if given the chance to express it. 

"Oh, I'm alright. Just thinking is all."
"Oh. Okay. Well, if there's anything you need to talk about, you know you can tell me." She gave him a small smile before continuing. "I need to use the bathroom really quick. I'll be back in a second." 

--𝕡𝕠𝕧: 𝕦𝕟𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨𝕟--

Ugh. I've been sitting up here for like an hour and this blonde woman still hasn't left. Does Chrollo have frickin bodyguards on him 24/7? Well, that would make sense. He is the leader of the Phantom Troupe after all. If needed, I could probably take her. 

A voice startled her thoughts. "I need to use the bathroom really quick. I'll be back in a second." The blonde woman opened the door, and her footsteps echoed into the hallway. 

Finally. 

--𝕡𝕠𝕧: 𝕔𝕙𝕣𝕠𝕝𝕝𝕠--

After Paku had closed the door, Chrollo let out a sigh and slumped into his chair. Alone at last. 

"Damn. For the leader of a criminal organization, you definitely need to work on your observation skills." He tensed up, startled by the sudden voice. 

I didn't even sense her. How...? 

The mysterious woman jumped off of the ledge she was sitting on, stepping into the light. She stretched her legs a bit, before saying, "Jesus. I was up there for over an hour. Do you always have bodyguards around?" 

As she stepped into the light, something clicked in his brain. "(Y/N)?"

"Hey, Brother." 

"What in God's name? I thought you were dead! What... I watched you fall off that ledge. How- what- WHY?! Are you a ghost?! Why are you here?"

"Nice to see you too, I guess." 

"Answer me goddamnit!" 

With a chuckle, (Y/N) said, "No, I am not a ghost Chrollo. You should have known it would take a lot more than a little fall to kill me. I just wanted to say hello to my dear brother. Is that so hard to believe?"

"Usually no, but for you, absolutely." 

"Wow. Harsh. Okay then. I guess I can just go then." (Y/N) turned to the window. 

"WAIT! Don't go! I'm sorry." His expression was a mix of shocked, scared, and relieved. 

"Okaaaaaay then, did you have something to say?" 

"Yeah. I really missed you (Y/N)." 

"Ohoho, the leader of the infamous Phantom Troupe? Showing emotion?! Alert the tabloids! This is a momentous occasion!" (Y/N) said, laughing. 

"I missed you too, bro." 

𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕖 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕦𝕖𝕕...

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I hope you enjoyed this prologue! It was a lot of fun to write. I hope you have a great day, night, etc. 

Much love, 

your local neighborhood phantom troupe supremacist

(I really need to find more inventive nicknames huh)

Word Count: 557