❛ Look After You. Chrollo Lucilfer

vii. come to save your damsel?

Keiko's eyes widened when her eyes caught sight of the familiar dark-haired male who stood in all of his glory on top of a stage, representing himself as if he were a selfish Greek god who only truly valued himself and his beauty.

Was she surprised? Sort of.

When Killua had told her a few more details about the troupe, Keiko's suspicions had grown. Her encounter with Chrollo at the art gallery was certainly the climax of her suspicions, however, there were far too much troupes/gangs that roam the world, it was a fifty-fifty chance.

Still, Keiko certainly did not expect Chrollo to be the leader of the troupe.

She continued to stare holes, letting out an unknowing sigh of relief. Knowing that Chrollo Lucilfer was the one she had to protect, it made the situation at hand the slightest bit better. One can say that she had formed the tiniest and thinnest bond with him, that.. somewhat, made Keiko want to protect him.

Chrollo Lucilfer barely spared the two Zoldyck's a glance before all of his attention had been placed on Keiko Rei, making his lips upturn in a ghost of a smirk.

He decided it was best to keep his mouth shut when it came to her, but that didn't stop him from mentioning the elephant in the room. "We meet again."

"You remember me?" Silva questioned.

"How could I ever forget a face that killed one of my people?" Chrollo's tone dripped with venom, the scars from the death of a member of his— what he liked to call them as— family, resurfacing. As if the presence of Silva Zoldyck were rubbing alcohol getting applied onto a open wound.

"It wasn't easy."

"As if that makes it any better." Chrollo's response was left on heard, and the only sort of reply that he received was when the two men had started making their way towards him.

Whilst Silva warned Zeno of Chrollo's abilities, Chrollo had decided to hop off his stage and started to approach the two Zoldyck's, his stare as cold as ice and as hard as steel.

Keiko assumed that Chrollo was either stupid or powerful. Stupid, for confronting and accepting a fight with not only one, but two Zoldyck's. Powerful, because she knew well that Chrollo was not the leader of the Phantom Troupe without reason. Especially because whoever hired the Zoldyck's hired the two most-respected individuals of the clan, just for the sake of eliminating the Phantom Troupe's leader.

Gerard had only said to keep him alive. He didn't exactly say that Chrollo could not have a few scratches right here and there.

And so, Keiko vampire-sped towards the stage Chrollo had previously hopped off of—earning her nothing more than a quick glance from the three powerful men—and decided to sit and watch the show unfold.

The second they were of six-feet distance, the three were gone in a flash. The Zoldyck's, having the upper hand, took the advantage and made the first move. While Silva had sent a kick that was meant to kill to Chrollo's head as a distraction, Zeno had sneaked to his side and flashed a series of slashes with only his hand, one that acted like a sharp blade.

Chrollo had dodged them by only a hair, and Keiko had managed to catch glimpse of the sight of blood. From where Zeno was aiming his attacks, Keiko assumed that the blood came from a slight cut on his face, since the bloodshed wasn't a large one and Chrollo's face seemed unharmed.

The black-haired male jumped back to dodge anymore upcoming attacks from the eldest Zoldyck, and Silva was quick to act on it. He sent a packing punch that even without nen, seemed to send Chrollo —who blocked the attack with a barrier of nen— back several feet, where unfortunately, Zeno was at exactly, and sent a powerful blast of nen towards Chrollo's flung body.