𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 ;; 𝙃𝙞𝙨𝙤𝙠𝙖, 𝙄𝙡𝙡𝙪𝙢𝙞, 𝘾𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙡𝙡𝙤

𝟏𝟗 - 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐇𝐄𝐑

"Thanks for everything, Hisoka," you whispered your honey-voice to the man at the door, earning you his infamous no-good smirk instead of a "no problem".

The magician shut the door to your apartment, but before he could turn around he felt a cold sharp-metal impaling deep into his skin — it was a dagger.

"Chrollo?" he panted while his fingers applied pressure to the new open wound. He fell on to his knees as his left hip bled, aching in pain. A million daggers were no-match to him, except one that belonged to Chrollo.

"Get up, we need to talk," the man in the purple coat commanded him, fully taunting Hisoka's figure that writhed in agony on the ground.

"Chrollo?" You couldn't help but overheard everything and limped straight towards your crutches. Your fingers went to turn the hinge of the door but it was too late — they left.

"Where is it?" Chrollo asked.

Both of them were now back at the original base. All members of the Phantom Troupe were present, circling Hisoka who was strapped to a chair that Machi stringed tightly with her Nen. She was furious, of course, after finding out his whereabouts for the past few hours. So furious that she did this voluntarily.

"Do I look like I know everything? Where's what?" Hisoka spewed a mock even in his suffering moments.

"Machi." The pink-haired female responded to her boss's command and swiftly tightened her Nen, squeezing Hisoka just the right amount for him to submerge in pain.

"You bitch!" he groaned in pain, teeth gritting to the sensation. Hisoka's hair was leaking of excess sweat, losing it's shape by the minute. His eyes were droopy from the lack of energy consumed by the inevitable lingering pain.

"The painting," Chrollo stated. Hisoka smoldered with realization; he knew exactly what he's talking about.

"Here we go again with the open-ended questions, what painting?" he snarked. Chrollo was about to plant a punch to Hisoka's pretty pale-face but before it could happen a hand interfered.

"I can help you," the person said. His voice was laced with nothingness, similar to Illumi's.

"Might as well do, Feitan," Chrollo replied.

"No WAIT wait, can we talk this through? Explain to me, a-about the said p-painting?" Hisoka squirmed. He wasn't trembled upon Feitan's list of sadistic methods, rather because he knows it's not his time to fight yet. Not ripe enough.

"Have you ever heard of Monet?" Chrollo asked calmly. "Yeah, I have," Hisoka replied.

"Then you must know which painting he's widely famous for," Chrollo seethed in impatience, quickly switching up the atmosphere.

"That painting is- was— the original Impression, Sunrise?"

"So you know? You asshole," Chrollo boiled in indignation, earning Hisoka a burning slap to the cheek. His fingers curled up on to Hisoka's bloody-stained suit, scrunching the collar. Their faces were inches away as Chrollo scrunched Hisoka's collar.

"Where, hm?" Chrollo whispered, heavy breaths brushing on to Hisoka's pale cheek. Looking away, Hisoka sucked his teeth and grinned.

"Tell me, you prick," Chrollo groaned in impatience as his fingers applied more pressure into the scrunch. He was no longer the calm and-collected man everybody portrayed.

"Or what?" Hisoka smirked.

"I figured you'd all be here."

"(Y/N)?" Didn't take a long pause before both Chrollo and Hisoka turned their heads around to find your face in disbelief. But no, it wasn't you.

"How'd you find this place?"

"What's going on?" Illumi asked as he walked steadily towards them.

"Nothing important you should know about," Machi interfered.

"We've met before, at the auction," Chrollo stated the obvious. Illumi gave him a nod and set his pupils aside for Hisoka.

"You."

To say that this had no trace of personal grudge would be a lie. Illumi swung a few of his yellow-colored needles on the wounded magician. His bloodlust was oozing recklessly, putting all the Troupe members on standby.

"Fuck," Hisoka writhed in pain once more. "Why is everyone pissed at me, what the fuck did I do?"

"You hurt her, didn't you? You bastard." There was severe emotion in the tone of Illumi's voice.

"Who's 'her'? (Y/N)?" Chrollo asked Illumi. The man in the green suit stared at him subtly, verifying his quick question.

"He's referring to your little revenge-scheme, right?" Chrollo asked to Hisoka. "God I couldn't even lay a finger on her and she beat the shit out of me," The red-haired man replied in annoyance.

"Why is he all tied up like this?" Illumi asked. His voice echoed, filling in the huge amount of space in the deserted building.

"And why should I tell you?" Chrollo asked back.

"Because I'm damn near on taking each and every one of you on the spot and then finally kill Hisoka."

"Good choice, saving the best for last~"

"Shut up," Chrollo and Illumi grunted in sync.

Chrollo scoffed as his eyes locked with Illumi. He was dead serious and certainly meant every single word. And of course, Chrollo would be smart enough to take it as a serious threat, considering his last encounter with the Zoldycks.

"Fine. We all suspect him for stealing a possession of mine — a painting."

"What's so special about a painting?" Illumi asked.

"I'm giving it to (Y/N)."

"You have it with you, don't you?" Illumi asked Hisoka.

"And if I happen to have it then I too, would, give it to (Y/N)," the magician replied.

"So we're all really here for the same reason?"

"For (Y/N)."

What once was filled with yells of grown adult men died down pretty quickly. The members of the Troupe stood silently as the three main people in the room unravel each other's intentions.

"Ugh, (Y/N) this, (Y/N) that. I'm so sick of that bitch. I'm leaving." Machi grunted, releasing her Nen and setting Hisoka's figure free from her entanglement.

"We're done and don't ever talk to me again," she added, aiming directly and only to Hisoka. The sound of her shoes clacking faded away into a distance, and soon all the members of the Troupe did too, leaving only three people left in the room.

"Women, am I right?" Hisoka chuckled. Illumi took no time to give him a fat slap on the cheek.

"I want that painting back," Chrollo demanded.

Hisoka smiled. "You're not getting it back 'cause I'm the one who's gonna give it to her."

"You're giving it back and I'm going to beat the shit out of you," Illumi interrupted.

"Why are you ganging up on me with him?"

"Because you tricked and fought with her."

"Well then it's settled."

Both Hisoka and Illumi paused to look at the man in the purple coat. His faced plastered with a mischievous grin.

"May the best man win (Y/N)," said Chrollo.