𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 ❥︎𝒉𝒊𝒔𝒐𝒌𝒂

Ch.8| i'm sorry-?

Chrollo beckoned her forward with his finger while rising from his position. Paku looked up in surprise. Her eyes meeting Akari's fearful ones and they softened.

He cleared this throat quietly, just loud enough for you to hear, and headed out of the room. 'i guess i'll have to follow.'

Exiting the main room, Chrollo walked through more of the rooms, Akari go along with him. All the while fiddling with her nails. 

It had already been a couple of minutes, and they were still walking around the building. Checking inside of another room, he stopped suddenly. Akari had to stop herself from running into him, because she hadn't really been paying attention to where they were going. 

Entering the room, Akari noticed it to be just like the others-. reconilzation finally hit her 'we're far away from anyone else.' a sickening feeling was forming in the pit of her stomach. 

Chrollo motioned for her to enter first, which she would thought of as a kind thing to do, if she weren't positive she was going to get hurt. She quickly stepped into the room, taking a few steps forward then facing him, who had just closed the door. 'just great.'

"Danchou. You called me, why?" She questioned, playing dumb. Her voice high and sharp, wavering softly. He took a step towards her in result, Akari took a small step back, unsure of what to do.

He glared down at you. "Your neck." he hissed out grabbing her shoulder. "W-what about my neck-?" She asked quietly. He leaned forward, with one hand holding your arm, the other slightly pulled down the fabric on her neck. 

He hesitated then pressed his finger down on the large bite. Akari's eyes closed, resisting the urge to recoil from her boss. Slight droplets of blood pooled at  the wound, staining Chrollo's fingers red. 

"Who." He demanded sharply. 

Akari gulped, not answering. 

"Hisoka did that. Didn't he?" 

Akari bit her tonge, wracking her brain for an explanation that would leave him satisfied. She couldn't fine one. 

"Didn't he."

Akari nodded, the feeling of his hands releasing her body caused her to lift her head. Chrollo was staring at her, a small vein on his forehead twitching. He muttered something low that you couldn't hear, running his fingers through his slicked back hair. 

All of a sudden he stopped, staring her right in the eyes. Leaning forward he touched the side of her face and this time, gently, touched the bite. Akari looked away, tears pricking her eyes as his fingers slowly wrapped themselves around her throat.

"danchou please." she whispered, his hand pushing her head back, hitting the wall. 

Chrollo's eyes were cold, void of all emotion. Akari let out a squeal as he (dragged his tonge) pressed a cold kiss to her neck. Eyes narrowing once again he pressed his hand harder. Akari choked. 'fuck i actually can't breath.' Again this time Akari let out a cry. 

"Chrollo!" she cried out desperately making a grab for his hand. Slapping her hand away he glared her straight in the eyes. 

"Never again." He ground out, veins twitching. His hand not letting up. Akari raised her hands slightly, making a grabbing motion at his hands. 

'oh my god someone stop him!' she thought, vision blurring, stray tears falling. Finding his hands she tugged on them, then they dropped

"I-I can'-" She choked, seeing stars. Releasing her neck, Chrollo stepped back, still having a glint in his eyes, hands twitching at his sides.

Akari fell to the ground, grabbing at her throat. She breathed in heavily, cool air rushed into her lungs.

Leaning down grabbing her chin harshly, Akari's tear stained face, met his unwavering one. "I'm sorry." She whispered, still confused at why he had done this. But the pounding in her head was a reminder that she would't ask.

His eyes didn't soften like she hoped they would, they were just cold, gray orbs. Looking down she felt the faint droplets of blood from her neck. 'either from Hisoka or him."

"I'm sorry." She said again, louder this time her voice still shook, but her eyes stared firmly into his. Not showing the fear and pain that was really reflected. He stared at her before releasing her chin and stepping back. He left the room, not sparing her a second glance.

Akari groaned pulling her legs to her chest and softly crying. 'why did he have to do that.' she sobbed. She brought her hand up to her neck, flinching as she placed it on the base of her throat. The blood wasn't a lot, but it was certainly more than before.  Touching the back of her head, she also felt minimal blood there as well. 

'damn it.' she quietly thought. 'as much as i would like to, i can't just sit here forever. i have to show that i'm capable of brushing this off.'

She sniffled, tearing a piece of fabric off her skirt, tying it around her neck. Surprisingly it kinda of worked. Standing up from her position she hurriedly wiped her wet face. Inhaling she rubbed her throat gently. Adjusting her clothes she looked around the room, noticing the faint blood spot staining the wall, where her head as slammed against. 

Wincing she touched the back of her head. 'not as much as my neck, but still dang.' 

Akari sighed, walking slowly out of the room. Her head was still spinning so she held the wall as she walked, heading to one of the rooms that had a bathroom. 

Looking at herself, Akari had to admit she looked pretty pathetic. Her tangled hair, the puffy red face. 'tsk.' She grabbed a towel, rubbing her face clean. Brushing her fingers through her hair, fixing it. 

Once she had fixed herself to the best of her ability, she tried for a confident smile. A shaky one greeted her in her reflection. 'this is as good as it's going to get right now.' Akari told herself rubbing her hands together nervously. 'its going to be fine. just breath, don't look at him or Hisoka. just go straight to Paku.' 

Leaving the room she took a brisk pace towards the main room. Reaching her destination Akari hesitated, gulping, taking a big breath of air. Then entering the room. 

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