The Boss- Chrollo Lucilfer Fanfiction

Chapter One

     Chrollo Lucilfer, Mafia Boss, wanted for robbery, money laundering, possession of narcotics, assault, and murder. That's what Chrollo is to people who don't know him personally, but I know better. He's much more of a monster than he seems, and he's responsible for the death of my father.

     I was 18, hopeful and optimistic, and about to go to college. My father was all I ever had, my mother died giving birth to me, and I never had many friends growing up. My dad got involved with the wrong people, Mafia loan sharks. My college tuition was expensive, and my dad wanted me to live comfortably. When he couldn't pay up, he paid the price with his life. That was 7 years ago, I'm 25 now.

    I haven't really felt at ease since then, since I know it was my fault. I have to exact justice.

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     Since the incident 7 years ago, I haven't rested. Every second of my existence has been dedicated to pursuing Chrollo. He's not an easy man to find, I've used every method of tracking him possible. Subordinates, addresses, phone calls, medical records, etc. Finally, one method seemed promising. I traced a voicemail that matched the distinct description of Chrollo's voice, soft, calm, warm. It mentioned something of the laundry-matt that was shut down on the grounds of money laundering. This lead seemed considerably promising. Through the voicemail I was able to track an address, I assumed and hoped that it was Chrollo's home.

     I put on my trench-coat and sunglasses, and put my brown hair in a cap. I needed to cover my identifiable features, just in case. I grabbed my pistol from my safe and shoved it in my coat pocket. While I was grabbing my keys a paper caught my eye. Oh yeah, it's my bills, rent is due. I lost my job a while ago, so I don't know if I'll be able to pay rent. Maybe I'll figure it out, but that's not my main concern right now.

     I walked out of my apartment and locked the door behind me, walking into the cold New York City winds. The address was a 30-minute walk away from me, so I needed to hurry. I heard a rumor that Chrollo attends to most of his business during the day. I assume it's a sign of confidence, to taunt the police. However, as with most rumors regarding Chrollo, they're seldom true. He's an enigma.

     15 minutes into the walk and my surroundings were becoming isolated. Not good, if there are people on lookout here I'll look suspicious. Damn, what was I thinking. This isn't a good part of the city, there's no way a Mafia boss lives here, I'm so stupid. I was too far in to give up now, so I clutched my gun to ease my anxiety.

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     That's the address, it's unassuming on the outside. It's a small looking apartment, with rickety metal stairs leading up to a red door that filled me with unease. I checked my surroundings a little to make sure I wasn't being tailed. There seemed to be no one around, so I slowly walked up the stairs to the door. The old stairs immediately started creaking loudly. Fuck! What if there's someone in there!? No, it's fine. If the rumors are true, Chrollo shouldn't be here during the day.

    I took out a bobby pin and a screwdriver and picked the lock on the door. I pulled out my pistol and slowly opened the door, entering the apartment.

     Wow, it is way different on the inside. It has two floors, and beautiful white furniture with red accents. This bastard has taste. I surveyed my surroundings, and when I was confident no one was around me I locked the door and planned an emergency escape route.

     Should someone enter, I'll jump out of this window above the stove. Good, I should be in the clear now. Now it's time to search this apartment for any evidence. I searched the bottom floor from head to toe, unless he had some secret compartment, it doesn't seem like anything important is kept here.

     I went up to the top floor, and his bedroom caught my eye. Black silk sheets and a red velvet comforter topped his bed, once again, this bastard has taste. This is definitely the home of someone with money, it has to be Chrollo's apartment.

     I continued to search the top floor for evidence and I saw a bookshelf decked out with the finest pieces of literature. Who knew he enjoyed reading. After searching every corner of the top floor with no promising evidence, I looked under his bed. I was greeted with a shiny black box.

     What's this, is it a murder weapon? Cash? Receipts? A contract? Curiosity filled me, and I reached out for the box. I began to open the lid.

                        BANG! BANG! BANG!

     I swiftly closed the lid of the box, not having seen what was in it. Shit! I'm fucked! I shoved the box into my coat pocket, and sped down the stairs. I need to get out fast!

     I ran to to the escape window, and was surprised to see a cat loudly messing around in a garbage can outside. Oh, that was the source of the sound. Thank god. I exhaled deeply and chuckled a little, I thought I was done for. Well, it was beginning to get dark anyway, so I needed to leave eventually. I didn't even realize how long I had been taking. I began to open the front door.

     You can imagine my surprise when I was met with someone seemingly waiting there for me.

     My heart stopped, and I stared at the pair of eyes in front of me. Big brown eyes. 2 men in tuxedoes were standing beside the man in front, pointing guns at me. "Boss, give us the word and we'll shoot!" One of the men with guns said.

    So this is Chrollo Lucilfer. He stood towering over me in a tuxedo, glaring at me with his big brown eyes. I was frozen in fear. Move! Move! Move! Pull out your gun! Shoot! Avenge your father! I tried getting my gun, but to no avail, I couldn't move, I was absolutely overcome with fear. Such an intimidating presence.

     "Boss! Tell us when!" One of the men pressed. "Quiet Phinks!" Chrollo shouted. The man named Phinks looked frightened. Chrollo leaned in closer to me. "Who are you, and what are you doing in my apartment?" He asked me, in his soft, calm, and warm voice. I couldn't respond. He furrowed his brow, leaned in closer, and whispered in my ear, "this is your opportunity to leave, I wouldn't show your face here again." Chrollo then patted my back and ushered me toward the stairs. I walked down the steps, shaking.

     As I walk home, the moon shining over me, I collect my thoughts. I was naive, I really thought I could put an end to someone like Chrollo Lucilfer, I'm a fool, I'm a coward, my dad would hate me for this. I hate myself. I'm so useless, I'm good for nothing. Chrollo Lucilfer beat me again.