Runaway (Chrollo X Reader)

Chapter Two: Recovery

~ Reader's Point of View~
The man named Chrollo, the leader of something called the Phantom Troupe, exits the room with a nonchalant swish of his gaudy purple coat. I notice an unfamiliar upside down cross embroidered on the back. I push the cushy black comforter and similarly colored sheets off me revealing my emaciated body. My thighs look half their normal size and I can clearly see my ribs through the thin black fabric adorning my body.

I try to move off the bed, but the moment I put weight into my legs I crash to the dark hardwood floor. Moments later the door opens and a short man with straight black hair and a floor-length long-sleeved smock and a purple bandana decorated with a skull covering his mouth walks in. His eyes are narrow as he seems to reluctantly help me off the ground.

A girl with pink hair and a man with chest-length black hair come running into the room.

"What did you do Feitan?" The tired-eyed man asks.

"Why you always blame me?" The first man inquires, a bit of hesitancy between each word.
Feitan. That's an interesting name.

"You have been the most vocal against having her here," the girl rolls her eyes.

"Which is surprising considering you don't talk all that much," the other man says from her side.

"He was actually just helping me," I intervene, not wanting any more unnecessary blame to be thrown around. "I was heading to the bathroom to use the shower, but it seems I don't have the strength I once did. I'm not sure how long I've been asleep, but it's taken a toll on my body."

"Sorry about that," the girl says, looking at me and not Feitan. "We could only get saline drips. We aren't located near any medical depots. We did what we could to get nutrients into your system, but it wasn't much."

"Thank you," I express with a bow of my head. I look back up and I'm surprised at the constant eye contact the three of them maintain with me. "I'm sorry if I caused you any problems. My name is F/N."

"I'm Machi and this is Nobunaga," the girl introduces herself. "The midget is Feitan."

I stifle a laugh. It's not his fault he's so short after all. He notices and clicks his tongue.

"The boss says you're a princess?" Nobunaga's eyebrows arch.

Machi must notice the way my face falls and sends her elbow into his side. "Get out you two and send Shizuku up here." She waits for them to leave and walks over to where I sit on the edge of the bed. "I'm gonna send Shizu to my room to get you some clothes. Then I'll help you to the bath."

Two tentative knocks resound through the thick oak wood double doors. Machi summons the guest in and a girl I assume to be Shizuku fixes her glasses.

"There should a be a pair of black leggings in the bottom drawer and a black tank top in the top drawer. Could you also grab the F/C zip-up hoodie hanging in the closet?" The girl nods and quietly slips out of the room.

Machi hooks one of arms under my armpit and grabs my hand with the other. Leveraging my body against hers we move at a snails pace to the black-painted door to the left of the bed. Inside the walls are painted the color of wine and fluffy black towels hang on the wall. The white tiles are spotless and contrast nicely with the black bath mats. Machi sets met on the closed toilet seat and turns the handles. Soon the noise of rushing water fills the silence in the air.

I manage to undress myself, keeping my arms over my chest and a small square washcloth over my lap.

"Are you shy or something? I thought that you'd have had servants that bathe you," she says, lowering me into the steadily filling porcelain tub. Her blue eyes look amused.