Oh My God, They Were Roommates

[ 15 ] Careless Whisper

Killua, Leorio, and Chrollo left the theater in a march not unlike school children being escorted to the principle's office—albeit reluctantly on Chrollo's part, as the rat bastard sat stationary until Kurapika physically wrenched him out of the seat and shoved him ahead of the group.

Kurapika's rough man-handling of Chrollo only had Killua dreading the moment when the silence would break, and it didn't break until they were in the lobby for all the world to hear.

Well, perhaps just the theater workers refilling the popcorn machine.

"Kurapika—" Leorio started, dejected, and Kurapika shot up a hand to silence him.

They all remained quiet. Kurapika went on staring out at the front doors of the lobby. The clock was ticking. They had approximately seven minutes—the precise amount of time a scene in a movie was supposed to extend, and the exact amount of time before Gon would grow worried that his date up and left him in the theater.

Killua didn't like the idea of that, but it was a far better outcome to Gon finding out he was a stripper.

" None of you," Kurapika started, and his voice was so loud in comparison to the lobby's silence that Leorio flinched. Killua was used to being yelled at, and Chrollo just seemed unfazed by everything.

Chrollo put his hands in the pockets of his jacket and said, dully, "None of us what , exactly?"

Leorio looked as though Chrollo had just facilitated a stroke. He put a hand frantically to his forehead and hissed, "Dude, don't piss him off—"

"Leorio's right," Kurapika said, completely calm.

Leorio peeked between his fingers. "Really?"

"Yes, because I'm ALREADY PISSED OFF! " Kurapika screamed. Killua rubbed his ear and Leorio nearly fainted. Chrollo blinked.

Kurapika threw his hands up to his hat and paced away, towards the startled employees, and back again. He gestured frantically at Killua, who pointed a finger to himself as Kurapika said, "Seriously, why the fuck are you here? Aren't you supposed to be at the club?"

"I got someone to cover for me," Killua said. "Why the fuck are you on a date with a freshmen, anyway?"

"I'd be a freshmen, too, if I went to college! Which I didn't , because I like to make cash ," Kurapika seethed, slapping his hand to his palm like he was about to beat Killua's ass. "So that I can pay for my dates like a sugar daddy ! That's the energy I want, and y'all are fucking it right up the asshole!"

"I thought the energy you wanted was to have a sugar daddy," Leorio said, cowering.

Kurapika cracked the back of his hand against his palm and Leorio yelped, "Oh God!" when Kurapika pointed directly at him and cried, "Ding ding ding! We have a goddamn winner! My fucking God, you're a genius!"

Leorio put a hand to his chest to calm himself before saying, "There's no need to yell."

Kurapika eyed them all furiously. "All of you need to leave . I don't give a shit if you wasted twenty bucks on a ticket for this— don't mess this up for me."

With that, he turned on his heels and stormed back to the theater down the hall. Killua watched him go, fully mortified. He put a hand to his head and regretted sitting with Chrollo and Leorio. Maybe this plan would have worked if he really did go solo on this mission.