𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐒

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝟑𝟔 | 𝐘𝐎𝐑𝐊 𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐂𝐈𝐓𝐘

Everyday Pleasures

SITTING on a broken piece of concrete within the abandoned building reinstated as the Phantom Troupe's hideout for the time being, Chrollo stared blankly at the wall that flickered with shadows due to the candle beside him, a book hanging limply from his hands. He was currently alone with only Kortopi and Bonolenov after sending out the rest of his spider legs to investigate an auction that was going to happen within York New City, something he was currently thankful for.

He was a mess.

On the outside he looked composed, but on the inside, he was enraged.

(Y/N) was gone.

Again.

He had her in his grip, yet she slipped away just as she did so many years ago. Even now, her will to keep moving and never be tied down again still remained the same. He cursed himself for not seeing it sooner and allowing her to escape, knowing that he would never lose her since she would just continue living on as an immortal.

It was a gift for him.

After everything he suffered, he had the stability of knowing he would never lose (Y/N).

But, that only counted if she was beside him.

If she kept running away from him, she would never truly be his. He hated to admit it, but it was true whether he liked it or not. Nothing had consumed him like hunting (Y/N) down, as she had been the one person to truly know him and care about him. He couldn't lose that, no matter how hard she tried to disappear.

"Oh, my... now this is certainly a sight to behold," Hisoka's smooth voice suddenly disturbed the silence of the room, Chrollo slowly looking up to meet his amber gaze.

"Hisoka..." he muttered. "When did you get back?"

"Just now," he hummed in answer as he glanced around, finding that it was just them in that space plus two more.

It almost made him want to fight him.

Almost.

He had more pressing issues on his hands.

After it was announced that (Y/N) had escaped, he very nearly just abandoned his position altogether to go and seek her out. He would follow her wherever she went, as she was someone who had piqued his interest to the point that it was now unavoidable to become the topic of his obsession. When he had kissed her, when their lips had connected, he felt a jolt course through him. It was unlike anything he had ever experienced, and he craved it again.

He craved it so badly he would start to shake.

Never before had he been this tempted and infatuated with another person since he felt no such attachments to others in the first place. She was merely someone who could entertain him, yet he had found himself ensnared by her.

He couldn't escape that.

"Hisoka..." Chrollo suddenly started, his grey eyes like bullets that shot through Hisoka and burned him down to his very core. "Answer me... how well do you know (Y/N)?"

"I'd say quite well," he smirked.

Chrollo's eyes narrowed.

"My, no need to be so hostile... I was just stating the truth," Hisoka simpered as he hopped onto the sill of a broken window, the glass shards glittering in the light of the moon, a deck of cards now in his hands that he shuffled. "Well, I did think she was a man before, but either way, I still find myself so enraptured by her. I'm sure you feel the same."

"I wouldn't speak so lightly of her," Chrollo closed his eyes as he lowered his head. "She's not someone you can properly handle."

Hisoka slid his gaze to the side of his eyes.

Oh?

Now isn't this interesting?

I wonder... how far can I go with this?

"She's not someone I can handle... hm?" He tilted his head as he cupped his chin, a devious smile now painting his lips while his eyes flashed with an idea. "From how loudly she screamed my name and how delicious she looked under me... I say I've more than got her handled, boss."

Chrollo snapped.

He didn't mean to, it just happened.

The way Hisoka was speaking of (Y/N), someone whom he claimed as his and his alone, made his vision turn red and his blood simmer with a type of rage that he had never felt before.

Well, he had felt it before, actually.

On the day that he lost (Y/N).

Before Hisoka could even comprehend what was happening, Chrollo was suddenly in front of him, and within a split second, shoved harshly to the ground with a hand wrapped tightly around his throat. Chrollo's rage was calm, but it was an overwhelming and devastating force that could literally be felt within the room. Kortopi and Bonolenov quickly stood up in alarm when sensing such heightened emotions from their boss.

"You know..." Hisoka choked out, that infuriating smirk still plastered on his lips. "...I would much prefer (Y/N) climbing on top of me rather than you."

"Don't ever say her name again," Chrollo growled lowly, his eyes wide whilst his pupils were practically trembling from his intense anger. "I don't care if you are one of my legs. You are but a nuisance who doesn't know when to keep his mouth shut. Step out of line again, and I will kill you."

"What?" Hisoka chuckled. "Are you this mad... because I fucke—"

He didn't even have the chance to finish his sentence since Chrollo's grip becoming insufferably more constricting while his head was smashed into the rock over and over again until blood was visibly leaking from the wound. Kortopi and Bonolenov made no move to intervene.

They knew better.

But when hearing footsteps approaching, their attention quickly swiveled to Pakunoda. She was a tall, slender woman with pointed features accentuated by her blonde hair styled into a bob and her suit which revealed most of her legs and cleavage. Phinks was beside her, the man quite muscular with blonde hair and dark, piercing eyes. Their gazes immediately swiveled to where their boss was still staring at Hisoka with a clear intent for murder in his eyes.

"Are we... interrupting something?" Pakunoda asked as she raised a brow.

Phinks' eyes narrowed.

Chrollo didn't say anything for a moment.

He didn't even move.

"No..." he finally stated as he released Hisoka, but not before slamming his head back down one final time. "Everything's fine."

Hisoka pouted.

Though, he refrained from saying anything more.

As he went back to his window sill once more, Hisoka couldn't help but be amused by Chrollo's reaction. He hadn't touched (Y/N) in the ways that he had described besides kissing her, and he thought Chrollo would see through his lies. But, he must've craved such instances enough where he couldn't hide the desire in his eyes.

Hisoka frowned as he looked outside.

Well...

That's one thing we have in common.

We take what we want without remorse, yet for some reason cannot hang on to what we truly desire.

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To be continued...