𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐒

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝟒𝟐 | 𝐘𝐎𝐑𝐊 𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐂𝐈𝐓𝐘

Everyday Pleasures

AS the blazes of the fires the Phantom Troupe set ate away at Yorknew City, screams and sirens began to ring in the night air. Smoke billowed from burning buildings that soon crumbled to the ground, the streets were decorated in burnt corpses of mafia members and innocent civilians alike, and finally, in the middle of it all, stood Gon, Killua, and Leorio.

They trembled in horror.

Having already known about the sheer horrors that the Phantom Troupe had committed in their past, they should have been prepared.

But they weren't.

"What..." Leorio tried to speak, his words failing him since he couldn't even comprehend what was happening, his hands raising to grasp at his head in shock. "What... the hell happened? How did everything suddenly turn to this!?"

"I don't know," Killua's blue eyes narrowed. "But there has to be a reason besides the auction."

The three walked through the fiery blazes, but they didn't realize that the Phantom Troupe—the ones who had set the fires—were only doing so to track down one woman. They didn't think Chrollo would revert to something like this since so often people were worth less than dirt to him. Yet, ever since (Y/N) came back into his life, he had been going to the extremes to make sure she stayed by his side. He would use whatever means necessary, even if it meant using his spider legs to raze an entire city to the ground.

After Feitan had tortured Owl, a Shadow Beast that guarded the Ten Dons of the Mafia community, Chrollo was given his Nen ability: a cloth that could shrink anything, whether it be an object or a living being, without any physical harm. With that, the auction items were secured, the very reason that they had been in Yorknew City in the first place. It was all coming together perfectly. No matter if he lost legs like that of Uvogin and Pakunoda, since the whole spider wasn't sacrificed in the process. He may have been close to them, but it didn't matter.

Not as much as (Y/N) mattered.

So, after gaining what he wanted from Yorknew City, Chrollo only saw fit to burn it and everything else that was a nuisance down. And, in the process, draw out (Y/N) who he would then seize and never let go. It wasn't the most rational plan, nor was it one that went without casualties, but he would stoop as low as he had to go to obtain her. His obsession for her, his want, his desire, his entire being was dedicated to her and her alone.

Nothing else would satisfy him.

No one could please him as much as she could.

Now. he stood atop one of the highest buildings of the city, his hands laced behind his back, an eerie smile etched itself onto his lips. He wore a dark suit that highlighted his toned body, his hair no longer slicked back to instead fall over a cloth that hid the cross on his forehead. The only thing that remained from his original attire were the globe earrings still piercing his ears.

"Look at it, (Y/N)," he murmured to himself, the fires dancing in his grey eyes. "I did this all for you."

As the young leader of the Phantom Troupe reveled in the chaos that he was spreading, (Y/N), the very woman he was so desperate to find, was currently within the space of her portals. After ditching Illumi whose dark eyes were completely lost of any and all sense except his desire for her, all she wanted to do was escape the strange reality she had somehow found herself in, but something was still off all the same. Unfortunately, no matter how hard she tried to recall what, she couldn't.

So she just sat there.

For what was unknown, was that right before Pakunoda died, the memory bullet that she had shot was one of (Y/N)'s own memories. Everything was lost to her—her life as a weapon, the torturous procedures she went through, the horrors of her own actions, the utter lack of any want as she went through her life after life, and then meeting those like Illumi, Hisoka, Killua, Gon, etcetera. After Pakunoda had read (Y/N)'s memories, all she felt was an utter lack of sense. She knew (Y/N) didn't think she had a purpose.

For some reason, that struck a very rigid, very hard chord within Pakunoda.

No matter how loyal she was to Chrollo and the spider, all she could see was how empty (Y/N) seemed, nothing but utter disbelief and sorrow coursing through her at the fact. So, before she could even process what she was doing, she had already raised her gun to shoot away such memories. As she died, it was like (Y/N) had been reborn into something new. So, despite not remembering, (Y/N) felt revitalized. No longer were the burdens or deaths of her past holding her down and clawing at her to stay in the dark pit she found herself in.

The longer (Y/N) sat there in that wispy space and thought it over, the more she knew that even if she couldn't remember the past, she could always look towards the future.

Maybe it's better this way.

My past might not be something worth remembering, anyways.

Standing up and removing her cloak, no longer her scars being something to despise since she couldn't even remember where she had received them in the first place,  she swept a hand through her (H/C) hair before fixing her loose, dark clothing. The feeling of being tired and strained was gone as she stepped through her portal back out into the world.

This is it.

As she smiled—a real smile—for the first time in what felt like a long, strenuous amount of time, her muscles finally relaxed.

This is it.

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To be continued...