Scarlet | Kurokura

Red

TW: lowkey highkey description of reeeeally bad wounds and mention of suicide. You have been warned.

Red was Kurapika's color.

He wore it so well, Chrollo didn't notice he was staring when the blonde left their room to join the spider in the halls. This dress was very different from all the dresses Kurapika had worn prior. It wasn't at knee-length but way shorter than that. The silky fabric hung perfectly around the blondes' waist, underlining his attractive figure. Two, dark red strips connected the piece with his pales shoulders and fitting to the dress, the Kurta also wore red high heels. 

Chrollo only looked down when he noticed how much taller the other appeared. The black haired immediately averted his gaze to Kurapikas face, who by now had been frowning at him for a good minute. 

"Are you ready?" 

Chrollo couldn't focus because was that red lipstick on the blonde's lips?

He really was going all out with this. At least in Chrollos opinion. The thief knew better than to actually voice how impressed he was by his partner's choice of clothes. He'd probably end up being smacked again. However, he could not quite control how his eyes exposed all the thoughts wandering around his head, all evolving around the Kurta in front of him. 

"Chrollo!" 

Kurapika hissed quietly now that he had lost his patience with the taller man. Chrollo averted his eyes yet again and gave him an apologetic look, much unlike himself. He offered Kurapika his arm, and Kurapika seemed to take a second to process the gesture. They were a married couple, it was only natural for them to walk into the ball's hall like this. Chrollo had wanted to be more touchy with his "wife" in the past, but it was soon settled that Kurapika was not quite ready for that yet. If he would ever be ready for it, that is. But for tonight, Kurapika seemed to be fine as he gently took the other's arm and the pair made their way to their destination. Unsurprisingly, the hall was full of attending guests. Chrollo spotted a lot of dresses in various colors and shapes. Women with styled hair and beautifully applied makeup. But they were no match for his partner. Kurapika had something dangerous and alluring to him that probably only a sociopathic mass murderer could find attractive. Since he wore a black suit that covered his quite muscular arms, the Spider couldn't feel Kurapikas skin onto his, but he felt the heat radiating from the other. 

They came to a halt next to multiple other guests that were already drinking and chatting happily with one another. Everyone else could be found on the space that was created in the middle of the room. The dance floor. The entire hall looked rather elegant, the staff must have put a lot of effort into the decoration. A bright, shining chandelier hung from above the ceiling, shining light onto the dark brown floor. If Chrollo hadn't been so focused on processing his somewhat attraction to the man that held his arm loosely next to him, he would have examined his stunning surrounding more thoroughly.Reacting to the glasses of wine that were handed to them took the black haired a second. Kurapika was faster and took both of them in his hands. 

"It seems all they do here is drink and laugh." 

Kurapika mumbled quietly to his partner. His eyes seemed to be fixated on a couple of nobles across from them, laughing and drinking as if they had no worries in life. 

"Oh, to be rich." 

Chrollo replied in a voice that could barely hide the slight smile on his lips. 

"I'd rather not if it meant turning into a fool." 

The blonde placed the glass on a table close to them. It was clear he had no intention to drink. Neither had Chrollo. After all, the pair had discussed beforehand how they would operate.