Apathetic (Hunter X Hunter Chrollo Fan fiction)

Confederate: Unlikely Alliance Part 3

A/N: MERRY CHRISTMAS, DAMSELS! Happy Holidays! <3

I hope y'all doin' just fine. Here's the usual update for the month. I apologize in advance for not giving you anything special, I also have personal obligations to attend to. I'll make it up to you guys soon :)

Enjoy the chapter, Hunters!

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Confederate: Unlikely Alliance Part 3
"Deeps breaths."
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"Nike."

"Ah?" Nike answered mindlessly, her mind and hands racing as she pushed herself to work quickly so as to undo her restraints faster. However, this was not an easy feat considering she is with a very pesky Chrollo and bullets persistently rain down upon them in a thundering chorus. The Mafia Heiress could barely hear the master thief's voice amidst all the loud clattering of metal hitting metal.

"Do you really not intend to fight?" Chrollo asked with a tired sigh as he leaned against the sturdy steel wall they were currently taking shelter from the bullet shower.

"No, not until I shake these chains off. They're chafing my skin," she muttered, showing the bandit leader her wrists. True enough, the skin underneath the tight grip of the customized restraints was tainted with pigments of bright red and pink which indicated irritation.

Chrollo's calm features slightly twitched. Nike's skin has always been sensitive. How could I have not noticed?

"Are the restraints. . . too tight?" he asked.

Nike raised a brow, a playful smirk tugging the corners of her lips. "Silly. A captor would never restrain their captives with loose knots or easily breakable shackles," she said before she continued with a sarcastic tone, the smirk on her face instantly wiped away, "Of course it's tight, what do you expect?"

Chrollo raised a brow at her sudden change in demeanor. "I can help if you want."

Nike made a face of disapproval. "No. Go take those goons down."

"The others will take care of them."

"I don't see any signs of your underlings, so go take them down while I get these restraints off. I need total concentration, so it would be a huge help to mankind if you stop bothering me," Nike sighed exasperatedly while Chrollo stared at her silently.

The Mafia Heiress raised an annoyed brow. "What now?!"

The bandit leader continued to intently stare, silently.

Nike clicked her tongue and widened her eyes at him as a warning. Chrollo closed his eyes and look away with a cold sneer.

Nike scoffed. What's his problem now?

"You can handle those guys all by yourself, certainly. They're small fries and do not even pose as a threat enough for you to use Nen."

Chrollo hummed noncommittally. Nike's little bud of annoyance was starting to bloom.

"Lucilfer-san, what the fuck is wrong with you? Stop acting like a baby!" she said through gritted teeth, pushing him out of their hiding place. Chrollo wouldn't budge though, even as Nike struggled to exert much force.