Apathetic (Hunter X Hunter Chrollo Fan fiction)

Last Minute Escort

A/N: Edited but not proofread. Enjooooooy (=~=)v

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Last Minute Escort
"You're a shitty escort . . ."
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"Have you received any confirmation if the rest of the Clan will attend?" Deimos asked, sipping on his tea.

"No, Dear. The current leader is rather foolish," Eris responded, brushing a strand of her auburn hair away from her face. "I think them cutting their ties with us is a . . . blessing. The Medeiras were once reveled and flourished as a nomad assassin clan, but now they've turned away from their purpose. They're nothing but a measly group who try to act as if they are righteous men despite their blood smeared background."

Deimos stared at his wife before sighing, "In that case, reforging our ties with the Medeira is bleak. Nike, do you still have connections among their circle?"

Nike, who was lazily rocking her chair with her hands behind her neck just shrugged. "They practically blame me for their deaths. Why would they want to hang out with the person who drove their leaders to damnation?" she answered.

"Do you think it's possible to smoothen this conflict with them?"

"Beats me," Nike responded lazily before closing her eyes.

Eris turned to look at the Mafia Head. "I don't think it's wise to continue working with the Medeira. If they're still this slumped over my mother and father's deaths, then that all the more proves their incompetence."

"You're just heartless," Nike interjected. "You can't connect with the rest of them because you don't feel even the slightest remorse from your own parents' death. Imagine having the person you expect the most to avenge them, but ending up being brushed off coldly. No wonder they burned the bridge. You don't even care about your clan."

"Again with this nonsense, Nike? Your grandparents' deaths were accidental; it was a pity. Moreover, this is an issue years ago already, it's practically history. You need to move on," Eris said with a solemn sigh, a saccharine smile stitching itself upon her deceptively youthful face. "I know you were unfortunately close to them, but your displaced and misguided bloodlust is becoming a heavy liability. Didn't I tell you? The Mafia doesn't need your disparaging emotions, child."

Eris then opened her fan and hid her wicked grin behind it. "Don't tell me you got attached to the other Medeiras as well?"

"Did I?" the Mafia Heiress asked, Nike regarded her mother coldly, unyielding. Sea green eyes burned against similar sea-green orbs. "I do things my way. Emotions attached or detached, that depends on the job," she added before standing up.

"I think it's better if we leave them alone. At least they're being civil. The least we can do is to try not to provoke them any longer. It would be a pain in the ass if they became full-fledged enemies," Nike uttered before leaving the dining table.

"Not eating breakfast?" Hades asked, his blank eyes following his sister.

"I'll eat with Kena," Nike answered, fishing her phone from her pocket and checking for any messages. "She made my favorite," she quietly added.

"The chefs made your favorite too," Eris said. "Beef curry, right?"

Nike made a face. "The food Kena makes tastes better," she huffed before waving them off.