Apathetic (Hunter X Hunter Chrollo Fan fiction)

Nike of the Lancelot Mafia

A/N: BOO! Yes, yes, I am ALIVE! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

I wanted to post this on New Year's Eve, but oh well. HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE! (BETTER LATE THAN NEVER, RIGHT?!?!?!?!?!)

I had to make a quick trip to my grandparents' place during the break, so this update came in veeeery late. So sorry about that!

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Nike of the Lancelot Mafia
"They aren't familiar with Nike of the
L a n c e l o t  M a f i a."
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"Damn it."

Chrollo could hear Nike grumbling behind him. When he risked a glance, he saw her rubbing her reddish arms. Her face was flushed pink and patches of bright red adorned her whole body aside from the casual bruises in sight. Her feet were red from walking on the scorching, hot sand.

He knew her skin was easily sensitive, especially to sunlight, and yet he insisted on scouting the shore instead of going to the nearby forest foliage to test her. So far he was impressed. He hasn't heard a single word of complaint from Nike. It was also clear as day that she uses her head and speaks when she has to when she provided suggestions to negate his order of scouting the shore.

"It'll be more efficient to divide the group. One will scout the shore, another will scavenge the forest for food and fresh water. There might also be a community nearby. Others can find a strategic location to set camp," Nike said, but Chrollo was adamant. He wanted all of them to scout the shore. Nike frowned at him but remained silent and closed her eyes instead.

However, he was curious as to why Nike chose to stay with the Spiders when she could go to the forest alone. She can go ahead inside and leave them. That would suit her headstrong personality better. The Mafia Heiress doesn't like the idea of being with them anyway.

When he saw Phinks dunk his jacket over Nike's head and the lady took it without a snide remark, Chrollo made up his mind and decided to ask.

Nike was adjusting the jacket over her head when Chrollo walked beside her.

"What now?" Nike asked, her tone lazy and lacking its usual snap.

"I have a quick question."

"Fire away."

"Why are you suddenly so docile?"

The Mafia Heiress scrunched her eyebrows. "Are you not glad I'm cooperating despite your unreasonable whims?"

"You hurt me with your words, Miss Nike."

"Go burn," she snidely remarked before suddenly pushing Chrollo an arm's length away. "Two meters," the girl reminded him.

The bandit leader merely gave her a sideward glance before adjusting the jacket over her head so it was covering most of her exposed skin. "You're not violently pushing me away, so I guess I'll stay."

Nike shrugged, then suddenly grabbed Chrollo by the arm. Both of them halted in their tracks. The rest of the Troupe stopped as well, watching them with mild interest and confusion.

"What are you doing?" Chrollo asked as Nike kept on tugging his arm so he would take tiny steps to his right.

"Shh! No questions, just move. Take another step to the right," Nike said.