"One way or Another." [ Chrollo x Reader x Hisoka ]

"Because I still love you"

In the troupe, I'd never been the type to relish in the physical violence of it all, that's partly why I guided the violent side of the Spider, it made sense since it meant that I didn't tend to rush into anything that wasn't a complete emergency, or a complete hunger.

And I couldn't say that this was any different, as the rest of my comrade's delighted at the sight of blood splattered onto their hands, I wished for a simpler view, this isn't to say I didn't partake, rather it wasn't what I was thinking nor what I truly felt like doing.

Cold air turned warm from the amount of people running away from the chilling screams of those killed and killing yet I was reminiscing of our first assignment, one that turned us into more than coworkers, because we knew that only we could understand each other from then on.

Another push became another shove, but finally I saw what pulled me out of my trance, Chrollo was watching down on everyone, it was too poetic. As moonlight hit my eyes, I adjusted to take the scene in, realizing everything of how gorgeous he is.

No poet nor priest could describe, write, or preach about the devil without meeting the head of Spider, and be right about his writings. The reason of his name became so apparent, he was as any would describe Beelzebub. Gorgeous, terrifying, and enchanting but his form changed ever so often, becoming a farce just as quickly as he'd enamoured you.

I suppose that is man's sin, Kuro would always talk about it since he read about it frequently.

Without much thought, I decided to go back to the hideout. Afterall, there wasn't much for me to enjoy in the open, but I'd forgotten of the company who'd helped me even get where I am in the first place.

-"Hisoka."

-"Yes, love?... You don't seem to be enjoying the parade, now are you?" - His playful expression remained the same, eagerly proving the amount of influence he's had over me.

-"Are you joking? I'm going back."- I couldn't start walking before a paralyzing aura striked me.

-"Aridam, you owe me."- Hisoka had stepped away, he had to have done this.

-"The fuck I do!"- I refused to turn around, I simply couldn't. If I did, I'd accept reality, I shut my eyes as hard as I could. No amount of assassin training could ready you for the emotional damage love does.

-"You owe me a wedding, and your head on a plate. I thought you knew this, otherwise, Why run away? Truly, what a fool."- Even then, my heart knew that he wasn't honest about killing me, he cared for me too dearly.

But still I didn't want to face him, not out of shame rather an inmmensely large need to care for him once more that I knew would overwhelm me. He was nothing short of a monster, truly a horrid person with no redeeming qualities, but I'm still in love with him, and if I fell into his hands once more I'd never leave the cage he'd shove me inside of.

-"Fucking Hisoka." - Whispering into thin air, because he'd already left, but he couldn't have done this on purpose right? He had to been coerced. Why save me if you'd do this to me again?

-"Aridam, I hope you'll follow what I demand, it's not too complicated."-

-"I'd rather die, than go back to you in any way."- Finally, I'd started turning around, I'd calmed down, though tormented by my own stupidity, but I had to face him and I had to do it away from Chrollo.

But once I turned around, it was Hisoka who was looking at me. 

My vision went black, and I lost conciousness after he hit me in the thyroid.

I woke up in the hotel to the entire Phantom troupe being far too concerned for there to be anything good happening.

I'd been down for a couple of hours, yet still far too many, the captured boys had left. More importantly, they started to follow Kuro and were recaptured, but that meant nothing, because they took the lider of the Phantom Troupe as their hostage.