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To Trap a Spider
By : VNex
Category: +G to L > Hunter x Hunter
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Prologue:

No matter how good you are, there is always someone who is better. Someone had told him this once, most likely in a dying breath. And, like all other random yet useless information it got mentally filed away and forgotten. That is until not long ago when someone had actually managed to capture him. Him! The most notorious and elusive master thief that ever existed.

Since its founding, the Genei Ryodan had only had to replace two members. Until this month, that is. One person, almost a decade younger than him if Shal’s info was correct, had managed to kill his strongest subordinate, force his second in command to choose between her life or his and put him into a possibly permanent Zetsu state. In the course of a couple of days the Ryodan was surprisingly crippled.

By all rights he should be pissed, wanting blood like Nobu; instead, he found himself fascinated. The potential the chain user wielded made him akin to an unfinished masterpiece begging to be sculpted. Even more than restoring his Nen, Kuroro found himself longing to bury his hands in the chain user’s abilities and mold him, shape him into a force beyond reckoning and use him for his own purposes. Of course once he stopped being useful he would then steal his abilities as well as his scarlet eyes.

And so there he was, killing time in some backwater used book shop not too far from Yorknew City waiting for news from Hisoka of all people. There were less than a handful of people in the musty little shop so he let his feet wander down the aisles while his mind went over things he learned and skills he stole during the Genei Ryodan’s latest sojourn. He was mulling over the Nostrade girl’s prophecy when he turned down into the aisle furthest back from the store clerk.

Stay in groups if you must journey. Did that mean that the chain user would definitely pursue the remaining members of the Ryodan and finish them off? Or is he only able to be ruthlessly effective when it is a one-on-one fight? Or did it even concern the chain user at all; the prediction was for major events during the month and not specifically for one factor in the grand cacophony that makes up life.

The one most needed you’re sure to find. Was that the Nen-exorcist that Hisoka was looking for? No, that couldn’t be it, the wording made it sound like he himself was supposed to find someone he needed for some higher purpose. Should he be actively looking for someone, or would it more clandestine like kismet…

His thoughts came to a stop as he found himself suddenly aware of his surroundings. Most notable being that he was standing right next to someone and hadn’t noticed. Followed by the fact that they had reached for the same book, he just a few heartbeats after the other so his left hand had closed over the other’s right as they drew the book from the shelving. Said right hand fit neatly within his and had chains running from the base of every finger to their wrist; even with his Nen suppressed he could feel the energy imbued in the chains pulse as with a life of their own.

Kismet, he was definitely going to go with kismet.

Kuroro’s hand reflexively withdrew itself when he realized that he was, in a way, holding hands with the chain user. He made an apologetic sound and hoped that the chain user didn’t look close enough at his alternate persona to realize who he truly was. Blue-green eyes the color of the ocean before a deadly storm looked at him, but didn’t see him. Blond hair shifted, framing one side of his face and falling away from the other to reveal a normally hidden diamond earring as he was given a small sideways nod in acknowledgement before adding the ‘contested’ book to the others in the chain user’s arms.

As the chain user walked away from him and towards the tables set up in the middle of the shop he found himself disturbed. His masterpiece was coming undone before he had a chance to play.

Even without his Nen Kuroro was still one of the best damn thieves in the world, and since the chain user was definitely distracted he figured he would stop killing time while wandering aimlessly through aisles and learn more about the chain user by observation.

The art of observation in and of itself was a highly underrated skill; a simple look could reveal a wealth of information if you knew what to look for. Take posture for instance. The chain user was sitting straight yet relaxed with one leg folded casually over the other under the table as he skimmed through the books he had pulled from the shelves earlier. It was a natural habit showing that the chain user is no stranger to long hours of researching over multitudes of books. Coupling that with the solid strategy shown a few days prior showed to Kuroro that the chain user was able to retain and process information at just under mastermind level; and that was without real training. He shivered in anticipation of the havoc the Genei Ryodan could reap with the formidable mental combination of himself, Shalnark and the chain user.

Every once in a while the blond would lean on his left elbow and fidget with what Kuroro assumed was the diamond earring he caught a glimpse of earlier. Since it was done while the chain user wasn’t focused on the books, brow furrowed slightly in deep thought he felt pretty sure that both the earring and the chain user’s thoughts were conjoined somehow; the earring most likely a memento of a significant time in his life. That or his massacred clan; which, considering that he was pursuing what would be considered a suicide mission of revenge to even above-average persons, would be a likely conclusion. Did that mean his resolve to eradicate the Genei Ryodan wasn’t as strong as it had been? If it had been stronger, Kuroro was sure he would have been found out earlier.

And then there was the state of dress of the chain user. The last time he had seen him, the blond had been wearing something more akin to traditional tribal clothing, most presumably remnants of his clan. Today, however, he was wearing a white button down shirt two sizes too big as well as gray dress slacks that were barely held up by a belt cinched to its tightest hole; the pant legs had been rolled up several times to reveal well-worn light blue slippers.

A frantic, yet relieved, voice called through the store breaking him out of his thoughts. “Kurapika!”

Kurapika? That’s right, that’s the name the driver called the chain user on their way to the airport. In fact, that was the driver who was rushing up to the table.

“Leorio?!” Kurapika seemed to be startled out of his contemplation as the gangly man in a rumpled suit and small sunglasses invaded his personal space.

“What the hell Kurapika! You were unconscious for over two days, and when you do finally wake up, I turn around for one minute and you’re GONE!” The tall one, Leorio, cupped Kurapika’s chin roughly and pressed their foreheads together, “You still have that damned fever too.

“Wait,” Leorio finally pulled his face away from the blond who was now wide-eyed in shock,” are those my clothes you’re wearing?”

Kurapika flushed deeply and found himself unable to look Leorio in the eyes as he responded almost too quietly for Kuroro to hear. “I couldn’t find mine.”

“Eh huh.” Leorio finally released Kurapika’s chin, though his fingers took their time sliding off looking more like a lover’s caress than Kuroro would have liked. The only thing that kept Kuroro from killing the one called Leorio right there was the way Kurapika’s body awkwardly tensed that showed that they were in fact neither current nor past lovers. Forcing himself back into a composed state he continued to listen to their conversation.

“And you got here how?”

Kurapika gave the slightest of shrugs before replying in the same quiet tone as before, “…walked.”

“Uh huh. For some reason I get the feeling that even if I asked you just HOW you managed to walk from the safe house in Yorknew City to here in just a few hours you wouldn’t be able to tell me. Is that correct?”

“…yes.”

Leorio sighed and shook his head. “Tell me you at least stopped to eat after escaping your sickbed.” When Kurapika responded with only silence Leorio was obviously upset, taking a few moments before speaking again. “So this means you haven’t eaten anything since before Gon and Killua got captured by the Spiders the second time.”

Kurapika sighed softly and leaned back in his chair. “Sorry, I guess I have more to sort through than I realized.” He frowned slightly as Leorio seemed to not listen, instead typing a message on his phone. Falling back into silence he waited for his friend to finish.

It didn’t take long and once Leorio was finished and the message was sent he showed the screen to the seated blond. The message was simply ‘Found him.’ Leorio then bent over Kurapika again, “You know, you had a lot of people in a panic with your disappearing act today.”

Shoulders slumping further in a crestfallen defeat, “And I am guessing that I left my phone behind when I wandered off.”

Leorio nod and dug a second phone out of his pocket which he promptly handed back to Kurapika. “Now come on. There’s a food joint across the street and you’re past needing to eat.”

The Kurta acquiesced and stood up slowly. As his eyes fell on the book that both he and Kuroro had been drawn to; he fell silent for a moment before looking at his tall friend thoughtfully. “Gon mentioned that you are fairly decent at haggling a deal.” Even Kuroro across the room could feel Leorio’s ego swell at the comment. Fortunately Kurapika didn’t let him launch into self-imposed accolades for haggling skills by handing the book over to Leorio with a small yet amused smile. “Prove it.” As Kurapika let go of the book he added, “If it makes a difference, you can mention that the book has a broken spine though I wouldn’t belabor the fact. Also, I’ll accept any final offer that isn’t higher than the original asking price.”

Leorio took the book with a look of skeptical confusion. “That’s a fairly lenient thing to say when asking someone to haggle a price for you.”

The Kurta continued to smile amusedly as he replied, “I have my reasons.” With a slight tilt of his head he added, “Which I will share with you… if you succeed in your negotiations.”

The tall man accepted the challenge with a look of pure determination before storming over to the poor clerk behind the counter near the front of the store. Kurapika moved closer to be an inconspicuous spectator but Kuroro chose to keep his distance, moving closer to the door so he could still watch and listen but keep his risk of being discovered to a minimum.

The barter exchange took a little over five minutes before they came to an agreement at about 60% of the original asking price, which was still fairly close to 200,000 Jenny. Once Kurapika had paid for the book and the clerk was out of earshot Leorio puffed up his chest in pride and gave a thumbs-up sign; which the blond completely ignored as he inspected the book. “I honestly don’t know if I should be impressed with you or disappointed in the clerk.”

Leorio was visibly deflated and his posture and facial expression kept changing between angry and insulted but Kurapika continued to ignore him while he put the book back in the bag which loudly carried the used book store’s logo. “A purveyor of used books should have known more accurately the worth of their wares. Without a certificate of authenticity I cannot be 100% sure, but I am all but completely positive that my initial assessment is accurate and it is not a counterfeit.”

“I did good, right?”

With a nod Kurapika continued, “If I truly am correct then this book is easily worth two to three times the original asking price so what you negotiated was highly acceptable.”

Leorio’s jaw dropped in stunned silence but regained most of his composure fairly quickly. “And if you’re wrong?”

Calmly the blond looked up at his friend before turning towards the exit. “If I am wrong then it is worth less than half of what I paid for it.” He gestured towards the door in front of them, “Shall we?”

Kuroro watched them leave with a slight frown. Leorio had opened the door and ushered the Kurta out with a hand placed lightly on the small of Kurapika’s back and hadn’t removed it when they left his range of sight as they crossed the street to the bistro next door.

Allowing his prey some time to put a bit of distance between them he mentally reviewed what he had just learned. First of all, the Kurta’s resolve didn’t seem as manifested as when he had been able to provoke him during his capture; however he hadn’t realized that he was in the presence of one of his enemies so that might have made a difference. Secondly, he seemed well versed in antiques, if only books though Kuroro had a hunch it was more well-rounded than that, and able to accurately appraise items of worth from quick glances. And lastly he found that he did not like it when someone other than himself put a hand on HIS Kurapika.

Wait, his?

Yes.

His.

By any means necessary.

The corners of his mouth turned upwards into a predatory smile and he let himself out of the bookstore and headed over to the same bistro his prey had gone to.
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To Trap a Spider	By : VNex Category: +G to L > Hunter x Hunter Views: 3999 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Hunter x Hunter and do not profit from this.

To Trap a Spider