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{ It's Just Business, Baby }

"I'm excited to meet your boyfriend."

"He's not my boyfriend."

"Boy toy?"

Kurapika hummed for a moment, considering the sound of the term on his tongue. At last, he shrugged and said, "Close enough."

"Do you think it's... smart to be screwing your dealer?" Gon asked, wincing. The way he looked at it was, perhaps, biased. Screwing coworkers in general sounded like a terrible mix—outside of HUNter, that is.

"Are you kidding me? It's genius. Einstein is probably quaking in his grave," Kurapika said, and Gon threw his head back and laughed.

Kurapika hopped the stoop steps two at a time and knocked on the front door. He stuck his hands in his pockets and looked back at Gon, who's eyes were already wandering up the front of the building. It wasn't posh, by any means, but it was certainly level with the Greenwich Village aesthetic that embodied Sex And The City.

Gon checked his phone for the hundredth time that day. Every glance at it was a disappointment, though. He had never been ghosted like this before, and it worried him. Had he done something wrong? He always ran by the assumption that he had done something wrong, because if he didn't do something wrong, he'd have to assume the worst.

That Killua Zoldyck was kidnapped or dead.

The door opened and a familiar face came into view. Gon gasped, pointed and said, "Lucifer!"

"You've got the loudest mouth on the block," Kurapika hissed, shoving Gon towards the open door.

Gon's heart leapt into his throat because holy shit, he was a foot away from a legend. All of his gay sex position research was pulled from the single most popular channel on HUNter—a guy who went by the username Lucifer. Lucifer was, in a sense, the PewDiePie of HUNter: His fame cemented itself at the infant stages of HUNter's algorithm and only continued to rise as the years went by. Gon was in the presence of a sex god and he felt the uncontrollable urge to bow.

"Oh my God! Are we collaborating?!" Gon shrieked, because why else would Kurapika bring him here?

Kurapika slammed the front door at the same time Lucifer offered Gon a smile that could have cured Gon's acne if he had any. "Unfortunately, no."

"Unfortunately?" Kurapika hissed, hands on his hips. Lucifer rubbed at the back of his neck, one perfectly manicured eyebrow raised in Kurapika's direction. Kurapika looked like he wanted to kick the guy in the shin. Instead, he pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. "Gon, this is Chrollo. Chrollo, Gon. Goes by Freakss on HUNter."

As Chrollo shook Gon's hand, he turned to Kurapika and said, "Why is it that you know so many porn stars?"

"You know that Lure potion in Pokémon? It's that, but for porn stars," Kurapika said.

Gon was still in awe. If Lucifer—Chrollo—looked good on camera, holy shit, he looked even better in person. Chrollo had been on HUNter for so long that Gon had wound back through Chrollo's life like eras permanently engraved onto the HUNter site. Chrollo from long hair, manbuns, to mused, feminine bobs before at last settling where he was now: on short, cropped hair trimmed even shorter on the sides to show of the array of studded earrings.

Gon wouldn't let go of his hand.

"Wait! So, you... work for Chrollo now?" Gon asked, pointing to Chrollo.

"That's accurate, yes," Chrollo said.

"I don't work for anybody," Kurapika said, sneering, arms crossed.