gho(st)²ories (yan/obsessive chrollo x reader)

Nowhere to go

welcome to the first one shot of this halloween, two more are following in the next few hours :) this one shot is over 2,5k words long btw xD

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It was late at night, dark outside and rain was pouring from the sky slicking the roads outside.

you didn't know why, but you couldn't sleep and you somehow felt uneasy.

it certainly wasn't the pouring rain, falling asleep during a rain fall was so much easier and more relaxing than on any other nights.

it also certainly wasn't the cold that crept through the creeks of your doors and windows as you were fighting the biting freeze with heaters and blankets.

when there was a knock at your front door you were so startled by it that it took you a little longer to open the door than usual and when you did, you realized that you must've a seventh sense for him.

"I didn't know where else to go." he says, holding his side in pain.

his face distorted in clear distress and pain, blood dripping from his lips and nose.

your eyes widen, your hand starts to shake as you can do nothing but stare at him.

Chrollo's hair falls messily in his face, different than what you know of him.

usually he is all tidied up, put together.

but today, on this rainy night, he is standing in front of you bloodied and messed up.

"Please.." he says and it get's you back to reality.

his voice sounds almost hoarse, as if he had been yelling.

you blink a few times, force your body for a response at your commands.

his grey eyes pierce yours and there is so much going on in his that you wordlessly step aside to let him in.

he walks past you, limping slightly and hunched over.

you close the door behind him but don't lock it.

when you turn around he is already sitting on your sofa, leaned against the back and his legs stretched out to the small fireplace that burns some wood.

"I uhm-" you stutter before halting in your speeche to collect some words before saying them "I will get a first aid kit."

you only faintly see Chrollo slightly nodding before you're already bolting upstairs.

your hands shake even harder when you rummage through your drawers and what not to find the first aid kid you know is here somewhere.

what is he doing here? how did he find you? what happened to him?

tears prick your eyes but you swallow them down, shove them back into your head.

you had never gotten along with Chrollo.

you went to school with him for six years and again and again had some argumentative fights with him.

they never turned physical but some of his friends sure wouldn't have minded beating the shit out of you if they wouldn't have been kicked out of the school for it.

after graduation you had only passed Chrollo on the street and when you did, you kept your gaze away from him and if you could you changed your route just to avoide him.