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To Trap a Spider
By : VNex
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Chapter 3

Sitting down heavily at the edge of his bed Kurapika glared at the items on his nightstand. While his position as the head bodyguard furthered his own goals, sometimes he really hated having to coddle a spoiled princess whom had no regards for any of her entourage.

Case and point having been early that morning when she whined her way into getting her over-protective father to let her go to an autumn festival in the middle of a snow storm with just a single bodyguard and her maids in waiting. The pampered teen had ignored all weather reports and chose instead to wear something made mostly of lace and taffeta and a simple, lightweight scarf because it was the cutest outfit she had. So when she got cold five steps away from the car she had demanded Kurapika’s heavy winter trench coat.

Because he was hired specifically as her bodyguard and contractually obligated to place her safety above his own, he was legally required to hand over his coat and spend the next five hours in the first major snowstorm of the season following her from outdoor booth to outdoor booth until she wore herself out. He knew that she would pull a stunt like that and had no idea why had he ignored his instincts to ask Eliza to bring one of Neon’s winter jackets that she would actually wear before they left. Most likely because she was already in hysterics and just wanted to get it over and done with.

Without his jacket, Kurapika’s medium weight suit absorbed the snow and kept it close to his body. He managed to avoid getting hypothermia, but because he hadn’t fully recovered from the stress he had put his body through back in Yorknew City he was now shivering from a high fever and glaring at a packet of bitter medicine that was mocking him from his nightstand.

He shook his head in disgust at how weak his body had become over the past month. Granted, he had pushed it past its limits on more than one occasion within the span of a few days, but still. So there he was, crawling under an excessive amount of blankets before the sun set to, hopefully, sleep like the dead and wake up in the morning well enough to continue his duties.

Taking one last look at the still unopened packet of bitter medicine Kurapika rationalized that he would just rest with a cool rag on his forehead to help reduce the fever. If he was able to sleep until morning that should take care of most, if not all, of the crud trying to work its way through his system so he could hold off on taking the bitter medicine unless he woke up in a few hours. It was a shame his healing chain wasn’t really meant for viruses.

He had already informed his fellow bodyguards as well as his employer to not expect him out of his room until the morning. Since Senritsu was the one who gave him the packet of bitter medicine he was fairly certain that she had heard the dampness in his lungs and decided to leave it to her if their employer needed a further explanation as to why he had excused himself.

With his affairs for the day settled, Kurapika burrowed under the extra blankets he had thrown over his bed and quickly fell asleep.

Hours later, well after the sun had set and all but the minimum amount of guards were asleep, a lone figure crested over the high wall on the far edge of the Nostrade family property. The intruder landed softly, alerting neither dogs nor guards.

Without his Nen, Kuroro reverted to pure, old-skool breaking and entering; after memorizing the floor plans and other necessities, of course. Granted, his thievery skills did not depend on his Nen, his Nen just made it easier to accomplish more complex and hefty hauls. Dark gray clothes that were just loose enough to allow complete freedom of movement obscured his physical features, including his hair and face. Tools of the trade as well as a few leftover goodies from a prior ‘silent second story job’ were neatly tucked away in deep pockets.

Pulling out a couple of tools from a lock picking kit, he made his way to the back-up generator’s circuit breaker. He opened the box quickly and studied the wires. After a few moments he picked out two and stripped off a small section of the protective plastic on each. That done, he moved the two exposed wires until they touched and immediately clamped them together with a gadget Shalnark had prototyped a few years ago.

Kuroro activated the device with a smirk as he had just given himself a free pass inside the mansion. The device, when active, hijacks the signals going through the electric and cable lines so the security alarms and closed circuit monitors are tricked into thinking that the grounds are still safe and intruder free. By using the secondary circuitry the break-in would be much less likely to be noticed until he was done and gone. Not to mention he would be able to retrieve it the next day or so, so long as no one thought to check the back-up systems. If things went perfectly, he would be nothing more than a ghost; though things rarely went that perfectly.

When he had watched the property earlier in the night he had noticed one room on the bottom floor that did not have any lights turned on after the sunset; so it was likely just an unused store room or guest room. The fact that it was on the opposite side of the estate from the dog kennels was just icing on the cake. Fortunately the ground had been warm enough that the vast majority of the snow that fell that morning had already melted so he didn’t have to be careful about leaving tracks in snow.

Kuroro crouched and stealth-ran from one pool of shadows to another until he was directly under the window he had spied earlier. It was locked, of course, but with a few deft movements from wires and a file-like tool from his lock-picking set, the latch popped open soundlessly. The window itself swung open quietly as well, indicating to Kuroro that it was either used frequently or a lot of effort was taken to keep the entire mansion running at peak condition.

He slipped in, as quiet as a ghost, and shut and locked the window behind him. No need to call attention to his access point; the longer his entry could go unnoticed the more of his goal could be accomplished. As he slid the latch home though, a small sound came from behind him causing him to freeze. The door to the hallway had been shut and no extra light had broken the din so that meant that someone, or something, was already in the room.

He waited one minute, then two; when no other sound or movement came he relaxed slightly and took in his surroundings. Kuroro’s eyes had adjusted enough to make out the layout of the room, and it was not a store room like he had originally thought. It was a furnished living quarter, complete with desk, wardrobe, chair, overflowing bookcase, so on and so forth. The plush, queen-sized bed seemed to have a humanoid lump buried under a mess of blankets on the side closest to the window.

Another sound broke the stillness, a soft whimper that came from the buried lump. Playfully curious but cautious he unsheathed his Benz blade while creeping towards the bed. While a body would be counterproductive, it would be better to slit the throat of a sleeping servant who wouldn’t be discovered until the next day instead of having them wake up and raise an alarm.

As he crested the bed Kuroro’s playful grin turned into a frown. He sheathed his Benz and pulled out a penlight. Turning on the heavily diffused light he aimed it at the sleeping person, the light was barely strong enough to cut through shadows but it illuminated the prone body enough for him to recognize his chain-user.

His frown deepened as he moved the diffused light around the room, more out of habit than actual need, assessing the situation his prey found himself in. Moving the edge of the now-warmed and barely damp washrag covering Kurapika’s eyes and forehead, Kuroro found that he was pale yet flushed from a high fever. He then noted the unused packet of bitter medicine and, as he studied the room, the suit thrown over a chair in a manner used to dry something out.

He clicked off his penlight and slowly put it away, the metal tube bending slightly as he tried to control his anger. It didn’t take too much effort to figure out just what had happened and he was not happy.

That stupid, selfish twit was going to break his toy before he had a chance to play.

He had chosen today to accomplish his goal knowing full well that the willful girl would want to spend the Nostrade family’s dwindling fortune on the first day of the autumn festival. The amount of bags and boxes she would drag back to their mansion would turn any sneak-thief into an opportunist. While he fully intended on acquiring a few high-priced items while he was there, it was not his true goal, it just served as a nice diversion from it.

How tempting it was to just gather his prize up and steal him away; but Kuroro knew that the timing wasn’t right. He would be able to take him now, no question about that, especially with the state his blond was in. The thing that kept him from doing such a thing was that he was not yet able to keep him; and he had a feeling that his Kurta was going to provide him with plenty of entertainment so long as he could remain chained to his side.

However, he had no use for a broken toy; there was no helping it then. Shaking his head with a slight sigh he removed the cloth from his Kurapika and let it soak in the bowl of cool water that was placed haphazardly on the nightstand. As it soaked up cool water he ripped open the packet of bitter medicine and mixed it into the glass of water it had been propped against.

A part of him halfway wondered if his blond had not taken the medicine because he didn’t like bitter medicine, if he just didn’t like bitter things or if it was something more along the lines that he was allergic. Kuroro shook his head at that thought. His pet was smart enough to not entertain the thought of taking something he was allergic to, especially when his immune system was already compromised.

He let the medicine dissolve in the water and pulled the soaked cloth out of the bowl, wringing it out just enough to keep excess water from escaping. Oh so gently Kuroro replaced the cloth over his prey’s eyes and forehead, taking care to not wake him up.

As he pulled his hand away from his blonde’s face he let his fingers ghost a trail down his jawline. He froze as his Kurapika made another small whimper in the back of his throat and turned his head slightly. For a moment Kuroro was afraid he was waking up; but as he was deciding how to handle that situation and still be able to get what he wanted, his blond nuzzled against his gloved hand with a sigh-like exhalation.

Kuroro had to repress a chuckle as his prize’s fevered subconscious caused him to seek out as much cooling comfort as possible. The leather gloves he wore fit so perfectly, like a true second skin, that he had forgotten he was wearing them; and they were still cool from the time he had spent outside waiting to break in. He let his blond nuzzle against him until he was certain his prey was once more fully asleep.

Once his Kurapika’s breathing deepened and evened out he carefully moved so that he was sitting on his Kurta’s pillows, his blond propped against his chest and one hand gently keeping the cloth over his Kurapika’s eyes to prevent him from seeing anything in case he did happen to wake up. He dipped a finger of his free hand into the glass of bitter medicine then gently ran it along his pet’s lower lip until his mouth opened, infantile instincts to suckle having been triggered. With a nod Kuroro removed his finger and retrieved the glass of medicine to hold against his pet’s ready lips making sure to hold him and the glass of medicine at an angle so he would neither choke on nor waste any of the medicine.

Once the glass was drained Kuroro placed it back on the nightstand, doing his best to keep from laughing at the grimace-like scowl his Kurapika wore. Yes, his prize was going to be quite entertaining and he was looking forward to figuring out how best to push his buttons.

Working slowly and gently he laid his blond back against his pillows and tucked him in, making sure to smooth out the plethora of blankets that had been piled on top of the bed. If someone were to question his actions he would just pass it off as taking care of a precious treasure and refuse to acknowledge that there could even be a possibility of his tenderness being caused by something else. After all, broken relics are worthless and his Kurta was now a one-of-a-kind living relic; one that would soon be his.

While waiting for his pet’s breathing to once more even out he pulled out another toy Shalnark had made a few years ago on one of his whims, or rather, to help with his secondary ‘job’ as an information broker. It was a small spy camera that was designed to look like a wolf spider, a household pest that was easily explainable no matter how secure a building or room was. The spider cam was equipped with a high resolution lens and could also record high quality sound as faint as a whisper; up to twelve at a time could be controlled via remote thanks to a program Kuroro had loaded on his laptop.

Kuroro turned it on and flicked his wrist, sending the spider cam into position in the shadowy crease where the wall met the ceiling just above his Kurapika’s bed. His grin then turned wicked and he pulled out another spider cam while crossing the room. Suppressing the urge to laugh in delight at his luck he let himself into his blonde’s attached bathroom and searched for a perfect spot for the spare cam.

He couldn’t help but feel like Lady Luck was completely in love with him as he found that the steam vent in the ceiling allowed a complete overview of the bathroom; including the inside of the shower even if the curtain was drawn. As a Master Thief, Kuroro was an appreciator of beauty in all its forms, and from what he had been able to see so far, his Kurta was worthy of such appreciation.

His covered smile was wide and wicked as he all but danced his way through his pet’s room; he had wanted to be able to observe his prize at his leisure but had not known if he would be able to find the right room. Yes, Lady Luck loved him, pampered the hell out of him when her whims favored him. But he also knew that she was a fickle Mistress and she would mostly likely bore of him if he loitered too long.

There was a particular freedom in just being Kuroro the Master Thief and not Danchou the Leader of the Genei Ryodan. He could indulge in his whims, quirks and fancies; completely revel in the thrill of the heist and not have to account for how it would affect any part of the Spider. If he wanted to rearrange every partially filled decanter of liquor, or at least the bottle’s stoppers, he found in a victim’s residence he could and not have to risk being thought of as a complete mental case from his Spiders.

Kuroro watched his sleeping Kurapika for a bit longer while he pressed his ear against the door leading to the hallway. Not hearing any movement he cautiously opened the door a crack and chanced a look. Unable to hear or see any type of guard or patrol he slipped out of the room and soundlessly closed the door behind him.

Orienting himself with a mental visual of the blueprints for the mansion he silently made his way towards the office area. The hallways were quiet and held several deep shadows that he could hide in if someone came past, though no one did. The walls held priceless works of art, both the beautiful and the grotesque; statuary and ancient vases on pedestals broke up the monotonous marble path. Unfortunately the majority of the art were well made forgeries; he knew because he either had the originals in storage at his primary residence or recently sold them to a black market dealer.

The heavy mahogany door that led to the office was locked, but provided no challenge for one such as he. Once inside Kuroro pulled out another spider cam and turned it on; this time he tossed it on top of the heavy bookcase that loomed behind an equally heavy desk. The entire atmosphere of the office was oppressive with all the thick furniture, drapes and carpeting; Kuroro wondered how anyone could be truly productive in such a place.

With a shrug he set about his task, there were certain things he needed to know and this was the most likely place to find it. It was ridiculously easy to find; apparently his pet’s current employer had no imagination, foresight or sense of self-preservation. After all, only a complete idiot would leave such important papers in the file drawer of an old-fashioned desk with a flimsy lock that could break with just a tug. A part of him wondered what the head of the Nostrade family used his safe for; he would have to satisfy his curiosity when he was finished.

As Kuroro scoured through all of the ‘secure’ paperwork he wondered if his pet was aware how underpaid his services were. Repressing a chuckle he shook his head, his Kurapika didn’t take the job for the pay; he was using the Nostrade family and their connections more than they were using his skills. Such a clever and manipulative pet he was acquiring; he was looking forward to an entertaining future.

Finding what he was looking for Kuroro memorized the details then put everything back where it had been, even taking time to relock the file drawer. If anyone was to suspect what he was truly after it would prove excessively difficult to act on his wishes. He did not want to figure out a new course of action when the one he had decided on would give him everything he wanted with minimal effort.

His curiosity having been peaked earlier, he spun on his heel and sauntered over to the ‘hidden’ wall safe that seemed to come standard in mansions such as this one. Kuroro gave it a once over and noted that it had both an electronic combination pad as well as an old fashioned combination dial. First things first, he dug in his pockets and fished out a packet of something that was, well, dust. Granted it was a special type of dust that was attracted to the oils left behind from hands and fingers, much like the type that investigators used to dust for fingerprints in order to apprehend criminals who were careless enough to leave behind base evidence; but it was still, effectively, dust.

He deftly applied the packet of dust to both locks and frowned. It came back clean, too clean; none of the dust had stuck on either the pad or the dial. That usually meant one of two things; either the head of the Nostrade family was too stupid to realize he had a ‘hidden’ wall safe in his office or he had been advised to use it as bait for thieves. If it was the former, which would be a very special type of stupid, then it would be empty and if it was the latter then it would also be empty but would then trip a silent alarm that was, most likely, on its own circuitry and not covered by the device he was using to mask his presence. With his instincts all but screaming at him Kuroro stepped away; he was not afraid of danger or risky maneuvers but he knew when to cut his losses. Not that anything in the ‘hidden’ wall safe was a loss; it was just to satiate his curiosity after all.

From the records he had just gone through he knew that the head of the Nostrade family did not employ the typical army of mafia soldiers and guards, preferring to hire fewer but higher quality guards as well as Hunters. Almost half of his guards were Nen users, and about a third of them had been killed in Yorknew City courtesy of his Spiders. Kuroro did not mind either way, though this way he would only be in trouble if that woman who could hear heartbeats heard and recognized his, or if there was someone who was able to employ a very wide En area and sustain it. He doubted that the Nostrade family employed someone with such an En capability as security had not yet been alerted to his presence. It was also late enough into the evening hours that he felt confident that the woman with the excellent hearing was abed.

He listened through the door for any indication of guards and was mildly surprised to still hear nothing but silence. The head of the Nostrade family was either excessively confident or excessively stupid; yes it was a remote residence in the country and surrounded by mountainous woodland, but location does not deter thieves. His already low opinion of his pet’s current employer was rapidly diminishing. Kuroro relocked the office door behind him and strolled down another hallway with a mischievous grin as he thought about some of the priceless treasures held within these walls.

Outwardly it looked as if he was just meandering aimlessly; more like he was browsing a department store than breaking and entering into the main residence of an influential mafia family, but his senses were hyper-aware, ever ready to meld into the shadows at a moment’s notice. Hallway after hallway, room after room he toured the mansion; he felt no need to rush as he still had hours before the sun threatened to rise. Spider cams were left hidden in rooms where business transactions or other important matters would most likely be discussed. Small trinkets and pieces of art, and the occasional first or second edition books, found their way into his possession.

As he entered the wing where that prissy bitch resided he had to force himself to not enter her room. If he did, he would not be able to stop himself from doing something petty and vindictive to vent his frustrations at how she handled his prize. Cut her hair off, shred her clothes and break apart her favored treasures were some of the thoughts that crossed his mind; it was something a child would do and barely even nominally satisfying. While she would have some higher priced items in her quarters, she would also have at least one bodyguard, probably that female with the sensitive ears because of gender, and two or three female attendants.

Even though he was acting like he had all the time in the world, Kuroro knew that he was soon to fall out of his Mistress’ favor; his luck had been too good for it to last much longer. Deciding to retreat from the spoiled teen’s wing completely he studied the map of the mansion in his head, looking for the best exit point. If he was right, there was a music room on the second floor that held a balcony overlooking the garden that should provide an easy route into the mountainous forest surrounding the rear of the estate.

Unable to resist, Kuroro filched another rare first edition book before leaving the den he currently found himself in. As he turned to leave he accidentally kicked a round cushion that had found its way to the floor in front of a leather wingback chair by the window. At least he had thought that the white, faux furred thing was a cushion, except neither cushions nor pillows… wuf.

Kuroro actually felt his heart drop a bit as a small dog head popped up from the center area of the ‘cushion’. It was official, his mistress, Lady Luck herself, had just kicked him to the curb. And not just in any way either, it had to be in the form of a white Maltese toy dog with its forelocks held out of its black eyes by a dainty pink bow.

The longhaired toy breed at first just eyeballed him with a wide yawn before uncurling itself almost lackadaisically. It then trotted over to sniff him, or at least his shoes. The dog then gave another soft wuf and scampered over to jump onto the swiveling desk chair that was partially pushed away from the desk. The dog then eyeballed him again and pawed at the panic button until it tripped.

Okay, that was definitely not something you see every day.

Kuroro bounded out of the den, shutting the door behind him which, thankfully, shut the now barking dog in the room. He ran as quickly as he could while remaining as quiet as possible, ready to duck into the nearest pocket of shadow at the first hint of someone else’s presence. He almost made it to the music room when his instincts went into high gear and told him to duck into a side room and be still.

His instincts rarely being wrong he followed them without hesitation and found himself in something of a sun or sitting room. It was most likely furnished by a minimalist as the room held just enough furniture to accommodate about a half dozen people in order to hold small conversation and arranged in such a way that the room felt open and airy. The fact that it overlooked the garden in about the same area as the music room he was headed to in order for his escape meant that he was only a room or two away.

Kuroro frowned as he looked at the large glass windows that showed the garden below; he could easily exit from the room then and there, but his instincts were telling him to not move from the shadows near the now mostly-closed door of the sun room. He waited for a few more moments, but after hearing no indication of pursuit he was about to tell his instincts to shove it and jump out the window.

Then he heard it, a slow trudge of footsteps that were soft yet fell heavy in an unstable cadence, like the owner was drunk. Kuroro closed his eyes, reducing one sense to heighten the others in order to gauge the distance of the walker from his hiding spot.

His ears then made out a vibrating sound. The footsteps stopped and a groggy, “Hn?” echoed softly in the otherwise empty hall. Kuroro kept his eyes closed as he both listened to one side of a conversation and went over his available options for disabling or avoiding the person in the hall.

“…you’re right, Senritsu, I have no business being up and around right now. However, between my unscheduled, and unapproved, absence after the Yorknew City auction fiasco and all but telling off Mr. Nostrade this afternoon I need to make at least a showing of responsibility. I cannot afford to have my position jeopardized because of a virus of all things.”

The corners of Kuroro’s mouth twitched upwards in an amused grin. He wished his spider cams had already been in place so he could watch the wildcat he wanted to tame telling off the head of a major mafia family.

“…what language? I did not realize that I had deviated from Common; though that would explain both his facial expression and the reason why I was not fired on the spot.” Kuroro could almost hear the frown his sick pet gave at that revelation. “If my luck was propitious at that point, then I did not use my native tongue.”

“…hmm? Everyone has boundless luck. One just needs to remember that luck, in and of itself, is inherently neither good nor bad; only better or worse than that of others involved in a similar situation.”

His blond moved a few steps further down the hallway and closer to his position. Kuroro pulled out a syringe pre-filled with a bluish liquid. He hadn’t thought that he would actually use this particular drug, but he was curious to how the pieces would fall afterwards. Since he was going to inject the serum into his pet he would leave the antidote as well; after all, he wanted his prize fully functioning when he claimed him.

“…my head feels like it is overstuffed with cotton and being used as a taiko drum at a Jappon New Year’s festival. The estate tilting like a possessed carnival ride does not help either.”

“…not yet, though I will take it once I am allowed to return to my room… I can ingest a lot of foul tasting things for the sake of staying healthy; that is an exception if I have a choice. Its taste is too close to a certain poison.”

Well, that answered that question. And apparently his pet was so out of it that he had yet to realize that he had help with taking the bitter medicine earlier in the evening. It was better that way, at least for Kuroro, as it meant that his intrusion into his Kurta’s room had not been discovered.

“…because Dalzollene, in his infinite paranoia, decided to make sure that both the regular alarm as well as the panic alarm were hardwired into the head bodyguard’s room to ensure he would be alerted to danger at the first sign. As I inherited his room thanks to the field promotion in Yorknew City, I now get to deal with his quirks; though I am a bit surprised that he did not have access to the monitors in his room.”

Kuroro raised an eyebrow at that information. Apparently his pet had quite the busy year: Passed the Hunter’s exam, turned 18, discovered and mastered Nen, became a bodyguard to a mafia family with a body part collection hobby in order to find the missing eyes of his clansmen, killed off two Spiders, captured the leader of the Genei Ryodan, severed said leader’s Nen and became the head of security for a major Mafia family. Kuroro would hate for his Kurapika’s life to become anticlimactic after such an eventful year.

“…no, I do not believe that it is a glitch in the system or was accidentally triggered. Squala had trained his dogs to, above all else, obey one command in case he died… Yes. Protect Eliza. I believe that is why Mr. Nostrade allowed her to keep most of Squala’s pay as well as take responsibility for the care of the dogs so long as she remained at Ms. Neon’s side.”

“…no, again I do not believe that it was tripped on accident. Squala made sure that all of the regular employees’ scents had been imprinted on all of his dogs. The panic alarms are not sensitive enough to be triggered by just brushing against one of the buttons; also in the time we have been employed here none of the dogs have triggered the panic alarm.”

His Kurapika was now almost in front of the door to the room he was hiding in but had stopped and was apparently leaning against the wall for support. Kuroro hoped that his pet would finish his conversation before he walked past, he would prefer to not alert the one at the other end to how close he was to his prey.

“…correct. If my luck remains better than the intruder’s then hopefully I will not encounter them. Thanks to this fever I can barely stand on my own and control of my Nen is… haphazard at best.

“…hn. I am working my way to the control room; we need to figure out when and where the security breach happened. If Fernando is fine and hasn’t had anything unusual come across his monitors then it all probably happened outside. We will need to check all electronic surveillance nodes starting with the perimeter and working towards the center of the estate; it wouldn’t hurt to check both generators as well as the emergency sub-station as well for any hacking or overrides. Even if Fernando is not okay we will still need to find the initial breach that allowed them inside.”

Kuroro shook his head, he should have known better than to hope to collect his security hacking device with his Kurapika involved. He may not be completely at his level for masterminding intricate plots, but he was able to keep a close shadowing at his heels.

“… Mr. Nostrade and Ms. Neon should already be moving to defensible safe rooms. I do not doubt that Mr. Nostrade would prefer to be at his daughter’s side since he still hopes that her ability will return shortly. Once they are secure I would like for you to see if you can hear where the intruder is, if they have not already fled, and how many. I would ask that at least Basho accompany you as I would prefer to enter into any ensuing situation with the advantage heavily in our favor.”

“… We cannot discount any possibilities though my suspicion is that it is the work of one highly talented and well prepared individual. I also feel that if they had wished to visit harm to anyone residing on the estate they would have already done so; though that may change since we have become alerted to their presence.”

“… Yes, please inform the others of the general plan. I also trust your judgment for what to do once you have located the intruder or discerned that they are no longer on the property or able to be pursued. I will be in contact after I have checked out the situation in the control room.”

Kuroro heard what he presumed to be his Kurapika’s cell phone end the call to the one he had called Senritsu; which would most likely be the name of that diminutive woman with the exceptional hearing he was hoping to avoid. That meant he had some time to play before fleeing but not much. He heard his blond mutter “as soon as I can see straight,” under his breath so Kuroro got ready to spring into action the moment it presented itself.

He didn’t have to wait long before he heard his prey push himself away from the wall to continue his heavy trudge towards where he presumed the control room was, his path taking him past the unlatched door of the room Kuroro was hiding in. Perhaps his Mistress had not grown bored with him after all and just wanted to mix things up a bit.

He let his blond get two steps past the door before quietly swinging it wide enough to allow him to grab the small body from behind. His gloved hand covered his prey’s mouth firmly while dragging him backwards into to room he had hidden in, his other hand quickly injecting the serum into his Kurapika’s semi-exposed jugular. His prize had managed to let out a startled cry around his hand before the drug took away his ability to speak; though in Kuroro’s mind it sounded more erotic than scared.

He was surprised at how light his captive was; he weighed less than he expected, but then again he has yet to see much of his actual body thanks to his modesty issues. Kuroro had already planned on not using the full amount in the syringe to let his pet’s employer know what they were dealing with but adjusted the amount even further to account for the illness and slight mass. He wanted his prey functional in a fairly short amount of time and too much of the drug could cause the effects to be permanent; something he definitely did not want.

The drug had already started working before the needle was removed from his prey’s neck and Kuroro let the syringe fall from his gloved hand haphazardly to the ground. He wanted it to be found and had already taken measures to make sure that it couldn’t be traced back him, or anyone for that matter. With his Kurapika’s muscles already stiff and unresponsive to anything except forced outside stimuli he moved the hand covering his blonde’s mouth to around his waist, keeping a token restraint.

With his hands able to be freed he quietly shut the door then locked it, giving them some semblance of privacy. Kuroro then used one hand to force his pet’s eyelids to shut; as he did he couldn’t help but bury his nose into the golden locks and inhale his Kurapika’s scent. It was almost non-existent, buried under the odor of the others sharing the estate but it was there; the wood of the trees, the earth, the rivers and the rain, even the wind sweetened by the flora sensually entwined in a wild freedom that could only be described as a deep and hidden part of the forest. It was maddeningly intoxicating.

Kuroro pulled the cloth covering the lower half of his face down with one hand while the other roughly grasped his pet’s chin, forcing his head to turn and jaw to open enough to allow his mouth to be captured and plundered. Ruthlessly ravaging the captured mouth, his hand moved from his blonde’s jaw to cup the back of his head, fingers entwining in and almost pulling his hair as he held their heads together. He would have loved to feel his prey respond to his tongue exploring his mouth but had a feeling that his Kurapika would be trying to bite off the offending appendage if he were able.

Never relinquishing his hold over his blonde’s mouth, Kuroro moved them slowly until the lithe frame in his grasp was pinned between his body and the wall. His hands then caressed the contours of his captive’s willowy frame until they reached his wrists, which he played with lightly before forcing them upwards until they were crossed above his head. His blonde’s inability to move meant that his own body kept him in bondage without the need for outside restraints. He could feel his Kurta’s heart beating wildly, like it had been replaced by a hummingbird trying desperately to flee from its prison of flesh and bone and his breathing was coming out in quick pants like he was hyperventilating.

The complete dominance he held over his pet had completely aroused him, a fact he let his captive know by grinding his clothed erection almost wantonly against his lower body. Kuroro felt his hands roaming of their own accord again until one rested at the back of his prey’s neck helping to pull him closer still to delve deeper into his plundered mouth. The other slid down his backside to grope and knead the firm globe of flesh he found there, his knuckles grazed roughly against the wall but Kuroro didn’t seem to even notice. One of his knees found its way between his blonde’s legs, forcing them open to grant better access.

He wanted to irreparably claim the creature he held captive in such a way that he would be bound to him and him alone until the end of eternity. His desire was so great that it all but drowned out his instincts which were screaming at him to leave the estate before it was too late.

Reluctantly he let his grip slip away from his captive; but not before sucking his blonde’s lower lip into his mouth and pulling it lightly with his teeth as he backed away. He placed his hands lightly on the top of his Kurta’s shoulders and pushed him down, forcing his feet apart as needed until his Kurapika was sitting on the floor with his back pressed against the wall. Kuroro then knelt in front of his prey and arranged his legs so that his ankles were on the floor by his hips but in a way that one knee could be placed on top of the other in front of him. He then slide one of his blonde’s hands down so that it rested on the floor by his foot, the other he left suspended above his head.

Kuroro made sure that the hand was palm up before placing the full vial containing the antidote to the drug he had injected his pet with earlier in it. Just to make sure the vial would stay safe from any accidents, he curled his Kurapika’s fingers around it; he highly doubted they could get a replacement antidote if that vial broke. Not with it being so rare and difficult to come by; well, unless you knew the formula and had access to all the ingredients required for it.

He stepped back and took an appraising look at the creature that had caused him to lose control not once, but twice now. On the smaller side in stature for males but with long, slender limbs covered by pale, unblemished skin that could be called milky or akin to porcelain if one waxed poetic. Naturally long and thick lashes currently hid eyes that could turn the brightest, most vibrant shade of scarlet he had ever seen; and having been in the middle of the genocide of the Kurta village he had seen all variants of the infamous Living Rubies. But none seemed to dance like they had a raging fire behind them like his prey.

Kuroro had no idea what his Kurapika had worn for pajamas before letting go of wearing the clothing of his tribe; but currently he was wearing a set that had been inspired by the traditional fashions of the Azian continent. Loose fitting cotton trousers and jacket that were a deep hunter green in color with a dark gold piping along the edges of the jacket. Buttons the same color of the piping held together a mid-height collar and fastened the jacket down the left side of his torso instead of the more Western trend of buttons down the center. While it was typically on the embarrassing side to be caught in your night clothes, they fit him in a way that made him look refined.

Knowing he had to leave, Kuroro bent down and tenderly kissed his prey once more before turning his blonde’s head so it was resting against the wall while at an angle that made him ‘look’ at the vial he held in his immobile fingertips. The movement made him irritable as his insistent hard-on was just getting annoying; he would most likely have to take care of it once he was far enough from the estate to discourage any pursuers.

Re-covering his lower face he opened the wide windows overlooking the gardens with a flourish, allowing the chill autumn breeze in. The sheer curtains billowed against him as he slipped outside not bothering to close the window behind him, leaving one intentionally obvious clue that the intruder had fled. Using his athletic ability he dropped from the second floor ledge into a tucked roll and came out of it on a run, melting into the forest.

On the other side of the estate Senritsu was doing her damnedest to keep her panic from showing. As Kurapika had predicted, Mr. Nostrade had wanted to be in the same place as his daughter but neither had wanted to leave their wing. Eventually Basho and Linssen had been able to persuade Mr. Nostrade to go to the panic room in Miss Neon’s wing but he took his sweet time getting ready to be escorted. To those who didn’t know her well her voice did not waver as she relayed Kurapika’s orders, but Basho heard the slight tremor.

Once their two bosses had been secured with almost all of the remaining security reinforcing the panic room and surrounding area the three Hunter bodyguards started to move. Basho broke the silence first, “So, I take it that the kid, who was obviously sick after getting back from the Little Boss’ shopping trip, even before he started spewing gibberish at the Big Boss, ran into our intruder and is not having a good time.”

Senritsu frowned slightly and hurried towards the control room where Kurapika had at least been going towards. “That does not seem to be an inaccurate guess. Shortly after receiving his instructions I could hear a spike in his heartbeat.”

The brawny Japponese man frowned and unconsciously increased his pace, anxious for the kid who had gained a great amount of his respect in the past month and a half. “Please tell me it isn’t as bad as it seems and that you heard that after you started listening for the intruder’s location.”

The trio rounded the top of the stairwell and kept moving towards the control room. The diminutive woman stopped for a moment and closed her eyes, hands cupping her ears as she focused on listening for the intruder’s heartbeat; she had yet to mention that it was one she had heard before. “I wish I could say that it was the case, but the good news is that his heartbeat is still strong. And it seems that the intruder is now outside the estate and fleeing in the direction of the mountains.”

“Just the one intruder, eh?”

“I have been unable to hear any other heartbeats that do not belong, so I would have to agree with that conclusion.”

“Great, now we just need to find the kid.”

Senritsu nodded and started moving again but slower this time. Kurapika’s heartbeat was so painful for her to listen to, even more so than when it was full of hate and rage. It was the same as the first heartbeat she had ever heard; her own from when she woke up after hearing the Sonata of Darkness with her deformed body and the twisted corpse of her dear friend lying next to her. It was the dreadful cadence of helpless terror.

The trio continued down the hallway and as they passed the sunroom next to the control room Senritsu stopped and placed a hand against the wall. Kurapika’s heartbeat was just on the other side of the plaster and was beating so hard that she could almost feel it. For some reason her voice refused to work at any volume louder than a whisper as she stated, “He’s in there.”

Basho, the one closest to the door went to open it but found that it had been locked from the inside. “Well, that’s just great.” Before he could bash it down Senritsu placed a small hand on his arm and produced a key.

“It is a master key for when Miss Neon tries to lock everyone out during one of her temper tantrums. How sad that the head body guard for the family does not have one so the ones closest to…” she had to bite her tongue to keep from saying ‘that spoiled brat’ and risk her position, “Miss Neon could have the only copies.”

Basho couldn’t help but agree but did not feel like he could say so out loud. “Whatever the reason, it’s a lot cheaper than getting docked pay to replace a door. Even if it is for a good reason.”

The door opened easily and at least two of bodyguards let out their held breaths, glad that nothing had been broken off in the lock preventing entry. They rushed inside and found the room like Kuroro had wanted: the window wide open, the semi-filled syringe in plain view and Kurapika’s crumpled form tucked against a wall almost out of sight.

Had Senritsu not been able to hear the frantic heartbeat she would have sworn that their young leader was either unconscious or dead as his frame was so still. Basho looked at her for reassurance and all she could say was, “If he is unconscious that is one hell of a nightmare he is experiencing.”

Linssen had spent his time looking over the teen, noting his breathing patterns, heart rate and moved the hand held above Kurapika’s head at an odd angle in front and off to the side to test a theory. He then picked up the syringe and tilted it one way then another, studying the liquid left inside. With a soft sigh the Azian man then used two fingers to swiftly press a certain nerve juncture in the blonde’s neck.

Senritsu all but flung herself around from where she had been looking out the window trying to hear their intruder, her eyes wide with fear as Kurapika’s heartbeat all but stilled. Linssen quietly explained, “Rendering him unconscious is the most humane thing we can do for him. Truly, it is the only thing we can do for him.”

Linssen then gently rearranged Kurapika’s limbs into a more comfortable position while he continued, “From the symptoms and what was left in the syringe I would surmise that he had been injected with a drug known in the Underworld as ‘Doll Maker’. It has been dubbed that as it renders the victim immobile until the antidote is given; though if too much is injected then the effects are permanent. The only muscles or organs Kurapika is able to use right now are the ones that keep him alive; his heart, lungs and brain for example. In truth his breathing is still restricted as he is currently unable to expand his chest cavity any further than it is currently.

“The worst effect of the drug is actually the psychological trauma it causes. With the victim’s body not responding to any self-assertive commands they are helpless to any outside force. They remain completely aware and the nerves continue to work so they can feel all sensations. Right now he can’t even blink unless someone was to manually force his eyelids to move.

“Despite all that, he is lucky. Whoever the intruder was exhibited enough self-control to not give an overdose. Not only that,” Linssen then gently removed the vial from Kurapika’s hand and held it up, “they left the antidote. Our intruder obviously did not want to leave a permanent doll behind.

“A syringe like this filled with the Doll Maker serum can typically go for a couple million jenny; a similar syringe filled with the antidote can go for at least five to six times that in the Underworld Drug Market. For our intruder to be able to leave an entire vial of the antidote, they must be very well connected or can make it themselves. If they are a buyer then their supplier would consider them too valuable a customer and will not tell who purchased such an amount; and that would be presuming we could find a supplier who could deal in such quantities.”

The Azian then stood up and moved towards the door, “I would recommend taking him to his bed. I doubt that Kurapika made it to the control room to check on Fernando so I will do so and then check with my contacts to see if there is an Underworld apothecary in the area that can deal the proper treatment with the provided antidote. The downside to using an Underworld source is that they are just as likely to take the vial of the antidote and never return. If that were to happen then Kurapika would be in such a state for the rest of his life; or at least until someone was willing to spend a ridiculous amount of money on another source of the antidote.”

Linssen then gave a slight bow, “I will take my leave and check on Fernando. Though why a computerized watchdog program was given such a name I will never understand. I will leave informing our employer about the situation with the intruder, as well as the situation with Kurapika, to you two. When I have finished I will meet you in Kurapika’s room.”

Quietly Basho picked Kurapika up and carried him bridal style to his room, Senritsu took the lead to open the doors for him. He was unable to repress a small shudder at the unnaturalness of the situation and his companion gave him a quizzical look but didn’t press any questions.

However, Basho decided that talking was a good distraction, “It’s completely unnerving, you know. I can’t feel him breathe, or his heart beat since he’s out like a light. It really is like I’m carrying a life-sized doll and not a live human.” Finding the current topic more depressing than he had anticipated he did a verbal about-face.

“So, did you find out what he said to Mr. Nostrade after getting back… I guess it was yesterday now? Or at least what language he used?”

Senritsu shook her head in amusement, “I inquired when I got his orders for dealing with the intruder. His response was that he had not realized he changed languages but that it did explain why he was still employed. He did not elaborate further.”

Basho looked at the seemingly delicate figure he carried and laughed loudly. “No doubt about it, the kid has got a pair made of steel.”

It didn’t take them long to reach Kurapika’s room and as Basho was putting the incapacitated teen in his bed Senritsu took a closer look at the nightstand and frowned. Kurapika had a tendency of not collecting or displaying any personal effects other than books, so finding the now-empty packet of medicine was easy to do.

The brawny man finished straightening out the blonde’s limb in a way that did not make him feel like a pervert or molester and followed her gaze. “Isn’t taking medicine when you’re sick a good thing?”

She met his gaze, “Under normal circumstances I would agree; however, when I talked with him earlier he had not taken the medicine yet and showed such an aversion to taking bitter medicine willingly that I doubt it is something he would do while half-conscious and not remember.”

Basho understood all too well what was left unsaid and looked around for any points of entry. Only seeing the window he stalked over to it just to find it shut, latched and otherwise secure. Mulling over any other possibilities he happened to glance down at the carpet just below the window and found an oddity. He knelt down and brushed the darker color and noted that it was mud that was almost dry.

Walking back towards the bed he mused, “Looks like I just found our ‘guest’s’ entry point. They’re good though, if it wasn’t for the mud leftover from the snowstorm this morning I wouldn’t have considered them gaining entry here.” Any other comments died in his throat as he crested the form of Senritsu who was sitting next to Kurapika and had pried one of his eyes open.

Eyes he had gotten used to as black were showing a chestnut brown but laced with a vibrant, glowing scarlet. It reminded Basho of photos he had seen of a magma flow just after the crust started to cool but the seething magma could be seen through the cracks.

“Holy… mother of…”

Senritsu just looked at him sadly, “I feared that he would not have thought to put his contacts in before leaving his room, especially since he did not bother changing clothes. I do not know if he will approve of you knowing his secret and will not give a second thought about killing one or both of us if this becomes an obstacle to his goals. However, I do not feel that you will expose his secret”

Basho scratched the back of his head as he tried to absorb what just happened. “The kid’s got nothing to worry about from me. Not many people earn the amount of respect that I have for him; especially not in the short amount of time I’ve known him.

“But that does explain why he always acted like someone shoved an untreated two by four up his ass without warning any time the Scarlet Eyes came up in conversation out of left field. Don’t get me wrong, it’s not visible unless you’re next to him or looking for it; I always figured it was an aversion to dealing with eyeballs.

“Seriously though, to voluntarily sleep in a viper’s pit… that’s something else. I take back what I said about him having a steel pair. They’re definitely at least titanium grade. Maybe even something more mythical like mithral, or adamantium.”

Senritsu closed Kurapika’s eyelid once more and Basho made to leave. “I’ll go inform Mr. Nostrade that it’s okay to come out of hiding. I’ll be back after though, since Linssen said he would try to find someone who can deal with the kid’s condition.”

As he left Senritsu pulled out her flute and started to play. In theory it was to ease the unconscious heart of her friend, but in truth it was to calm herself as much, if not more so, than the sleeping Kurapika.
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