Requiem of Death

X Curiosity X

Nayu strolled thoroughly the dimly lit streets of York New city, the weight of the dagger filling his hands. The moon cast a pale glow on the damp pavement, but his mind was far form the road beneath his feet. The Phantom Troupe—their aura, their precision, and above all, their members, lingered in his thoughts. Hisoka and Illumi had been especially strange. Why had they shown such interest in him? Was it the dagger, or was there something else that drew them to him?

Hisoka's unsettling grin replayed in his mind, as did Illumi's emotionless yet piercing gaze. They hadn't said much, but their presence alone spoke volumes. He couldn't shake the feeling that they knew something about him that he didn't yet understand. The Troupe had lost two of its members tonight. Sad especially that Nayu has taken a liking to Pakunoda. She felt like the sibling that he never had. Though Nayu had walked away, he doubted this would be the end of his involvement with them.

Arriving at his hotel, Nayu sighed as he entered the room. He locked the door, placed the dagger on the desk, and grabbed his phone. Dialing his father's number, he let it ring twice before the familiar voice of Lano answered.

"Nayu, is it done?" Lano's tone was sharp but held an undertone of pride.

"Yeah, mission complete," Nayu replied, sinking into the worn armchair near the window. "Got the dagger and left the Troupe behind. But... it wasn't easy dad, those guys are something else."

Lano chuckled at his son softly. "The Phantom Troupe? I told you they'd be dangerous. But you managed to get out unscathed. That's impressive. Tell me, how did it go?"

Nayu leaned back, staring at the ceiling. "It's hard to explain. The Troupe was organized, ruthless—like they were born to do this. Pakunoda and the others barely flinched when things went south. And then there were two outsiders... Hisoka and Illumi. They weren't officially part of the mission, but they had this... interest in me. It was unsettling."

"Do you know their last names son?" Lano's tone was one with recognition. "Unfortunately I do not dad, but I have pictures of them if you need. I'll be sending them later."

"No need son, it's alright. You did well on this mission. Nayu I'm so proud of you, I'll inform your mother of the succession of the mission. In the next 3 days you are to meet me at our mansion at this location, and please invite your new friends."

"Got it dad, see you"

As the call ended, Nayu placed the phone on the desk and glanced at the dagger. Its surface gleamed faintly in the moonlight, a stark reminder of the chaos it had caused and the danger it still carried. He stretched out on the bed, but his mind refused to rest.

Somewhere, he knew, the threads of his fate were being woven tighter into the web of Hisoka and Illumi. And he wasn't sure he could untangle himself, even if he wanted to.

The morning light streamed through the curtains, pulling Nayu from a restless sleep. His dreams had been haunted by fragmented images of the Phantom Troupe, the dagger, and the enigmatic presences of Hisoka and Illumi. He sat up and rubbed his eyes, the faint glint of the dagger on the desk catching his attention.

"Another day," he muttered, stretching before heading to the bathroom to freshen up.

After a quick shower and a change of clothes, Nayu prepared to step out. He pocketed his phone, his mind preoccupied with the invitation his father had asked him to extend. How do I even contact people like them? he wondered as he walked the bustling streets of York New City.

The city had its usual rhythm—vendors shouting, cars honking, and pedestrians weaving through the chaos. Yet, Nayu's focus remained elsewhere. Lost in thought, he glanced up at the buildings around him—and froze.