𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐒

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝟒𝟒 | 𝐘𝐎𝐑𝐊 𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐂𝐈𝐓𝐘

Everyday Pleasures

"(Y/N)..." Chrollo lurched forward, his smile tightening while desperation gleamed in his grey eyes. "You know me... don't try and act as if you don't. I'm not as patient as I may seem."

(Y/N) merely stared at him.

It was true that when looking at him, something nagged at the corner of her mind, however, she held no memories of meeting him or interacting with him at all. In fact, every single person there that claimed to have known her were nothing more than strangers to her. The longer she stood there listening to their claims, the more her aggravation grew. She didn't want to know of her past, and she didn't want to know if it was hard to live—she didn't want to know any of that.

"Hey, now..." a lilting voice exclaimed, Hisoka soon appearing out of the shadows with a smile on his lips and his eyes sharpened into deadly blades whilst surveyed the ever growing crowd. "Boss, don't tell me you were trying to steal (Y/N)all to yourself, right? After all... haven't you heard that it's quite nice to share?" He paused as he licked his lips, his expression growing greedy as he stared at (Y/N), continuing, "Or... I can just have all of her. Sounds fair, doesn't it?"

"Hardly," another spoke up, this time Illumi appearing after jumping down from a nearby building, his long dark hair ever shifting in the scorching winds.

"Hm?" Hisoka hummed with curved eyes. "Is that so, Illumi?"

The air grew tense between the group, (Y/N) standing in the middle with clear mistrust in her gaze. In all honesty, the aura of the three that had spoken—Chrollo, Illumi, and Hisoka—twisted and morphed in a way that disgusted her. There was something about them that made her pause—more like, she saw something when she looked into their eyes that made her recoil. Then there were the four boys, or three, due to the body that now lay dead on the ground.

The boys stared at Chrollo with glares that looked as if they were cutting him down in their minds, their fingers twitching a sign that they were only moments away from making such an instance the truth.

Kurapika's anger was the worst, though.

Unknown to (Y/N), the very reason he was in York New City in the first place was to hunt down the Troupe and completely wipe them out after they massacred the Kurta Clan—his clan. They murdered them in cold blood and then gouged out their scarlet eyes to have as trophies. And now, the leader who had enacted such atrocities, had just murdered one of his beloved comrades.

Gon and Killua weren't faring much better, either, though, their auras contracting to the point it was almost stifling to be around them.

Yet, all three remained still.

If they attacked recklessly, the consequences could be even more dire.

"I've done nothing but think about you since the day you left me, (Y/N)," Chrollo started, everyone's attention snapping back to him. "I've dedicated my life in to tracking you down and reinstating you by my side. I see now that sending Pakunoda out to erase your memories was a mistake since it seems as if she's erased everything pertaining to my existence. But, I don't care. Whether you want to or not, you will be coming with me, and then the past will cease to matter."

"She's not going anywhere with you," Gon stepped in front of (Y/N? with a scowl, tears dripping from his large brown eyes.

"Step. Aside," Chrollo's stared down at the boy as if he were nothing more than trash.

And to him, he was.

Gon did the one thing he shouldn't have: try to keep (Y/N) away from him.

Killua stepped up to stand beside Gon.

"Go home, Kil," Illumi stated monotonously as soon as he noticed the fact, his dark eyes boring into Killua's own. "This doesn't concern you. Besides, it will all be over soon if I have my way."

Killua's fists clenched.

"It's okay, Killua..." Kurapika staggered forward, his blonde hair shading half of his face and any emotion he might've been feeling. "I'll take care of this bastard. You don't have to move. I'll make sure that the Phantom Troupe will never see the light of day again."

"How confidant—how naive," Chrollo uttered as he shoved Gon aside and grabbed (Y/N)'s wrist.

She immediately held her scythe to his neck.

"Lay a hand on me again..." she murmured in a low voice, her eyes practically flaming red with bloodlust. "...and lose that hand."

Just like that, all Hell broke loose.

Flinging his cards at Chrollo who merely dodged them, letting go of (Y/N) in the process, Hisoka then swung his leg around and knocked Chrollo into a nearby building. The stone wall crumbled upon impact, Hisoka watching with a crazed smirk as it did so. Kurapika didn't waste any time in running after Chrollo, shooting out his hands and chains to try and apprehend him. This allowed Illumi to swiftly appear in front of Gon and deliver a swift punch to his gut, knocking all of the air out of his lungs and making him choke.

"Gon!" Killua yelled, his blue eyes widening in horror at what his brother just did to his friend.

"Go home, Kil," Illumi spoke once more, Killua shuddering in absolute horror when looking up at his brother whose face was now created with a shadow whilst his eyes held a twisted and deadly emotion— something Killua had never seen on Illumi before. "This is the last time I am asking you."

Swinging her scythe forward, (Y/N) moved with deadly accuracy as she almost shadowed Illumi's movements. Despite the fact that he had almost coerced her into leaving with him, she had been able to see that something was wrong—and now his true nature was revealed. Slicing off a strand of Illumi's hair when he moved too slowly at one point, she was just about to strike again when suddenly, her scythe couldn't move. Whirled her head around, she soon saw that it was Hisoka who was the culprit of such a thing, strands of his pink aura stuck to her weapon.

"Do you like it?" he smirked. "It's called Bungee Gum, and has the properties of both rubber and gum. And no matter what you do now, dear (Y/N), you will not be able to escape it."

Her eyes narrowed.

She knew.

She knew that no matter what they would throw at her, she would only continue to fight it.

And, she would win.

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