𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 ;; 𝙃𝙞𝙨𝙤𝙠𝙖, 𝙄𝙡𝙡𝙪𝙢𝙞, 𝘾𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙡𝙡𝙤

𝟐𝟐 - 𝐋𝐄 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐄

"We won't make it in time."

Although your feet were dressed in your trusted sneakers, you kept limping one or two times. Running should never become a barrier for you, you're an assassin after all. But there's something about Chrollo's fingers interlocking yours. There's something about the seriousness of his face, eager to get both of you on time just to see a piece of painted fabric hung on a wall.

"We must."

You both ran up the stairs that led to an amazing piece of infrastructure. You've been to places, oh yes you've been, but there was nothing that's quite like this. Who knew museums can be this enamoring.

"We've got ten minutes left to explore, that's lucky," you said while mildly catching your breath.

Chrollo gave you a grin. "There's no luck, we did that."

He whispered you a little 'shall we?' as he handed you his vacant palm. You grab onto it and strolled around the museum. Chrollo said he's been here only for a couple of times. What a terrible liar. He knew all the spots for you to see.

"Voilà."

Chrollo stood behind you as you came closer to admire the cold-hued painting. It was really a But most importantly, it was the painting that brought you and Chrollo together.

"All that running was tiresome," you crabbed. Both of you were walking out the museum, strolling back to catch the latest flight back to YorkNew City. Chrollo let out a chuckle, and his feet stopped taking steps. You looked at him confused.

"What?"

There was a pause. Chrollo looked like he's about to do something but hesitant to actualize it.

"What is it?"

"Must I carry you?"

"What." The sound of your reply reverberated into the quiet streets of France. Chrollo's eyes were locked to yours, gazing at you lovingly and awaits for your confirmation.

"A-are you serious? You're being serious?"

"I'm always serious about you," he answered.

"Is that a yes or a no, (Y/N)?"

"I don't think that's ne-"

Chrollo knew you'd pass on this opportunity so he immediately swept your feet off of the ground. He carried your figure as if you were his bride. Funny how his cold-looking pale veiny arms can be your favorite warmest spot on earth.

"I-"

"Shhh. You've let out too much energy today. Rest."

And you thought having butterflies in your stomach was a myth. You snuggled into the crevices of his chest, doing what you're told.

Sleeping the entire flight while your head rested on Chrollo's shoulder was the only thing that happened during six hours. You both now are in a taxi, heading towards your place first. Chrollo was persistent in taking you home first.

The luminosity of street lights were as beautiful as ornaments on a Christmas tree. Chrollo ran his fingers through your hair, massaging the scalp of your head as gentle as it can be. You admired his skillful hands, possessing a variety of talents from murder to gently massaging a woman's hair.

You wonder what other things those fingers are capable of doing.

"Hey, I don't think I've seen this park before."

The taxi drove through a park near your apartment slowly. You remembered the last time you were there, when you reminisced the path together with Killua. Gosh, you wonder how he's doing now. You made a mental note to catch up with the white-haired kid.