【Group Cool】Dis Aliter Visum

Kurapika closed the bathroom door and locked himself in the bathroom.He leaned feebly against the cold wood, and sighed in a trembling voice.

It worked, and he couldn't believe he made it.

Of course only so far.

Now he just needs to be patient a little longer, and then he is finally free ----- the leader of the phantom troupe fulfilled his promise, they collected all the stolen red eyes, and now the spiders gathered in This place is gathered on Meteor Street.With the spider, Kurapika is in this place, as long as he is patient, he can close this chapter of his life.

With just a little more time, he can focus on defeating all the spiders and getting revenge on them, while Chrollo--

No, he shouldn't think about Kuroro now.

Kurapika's phone vibrated in his pocket, and he took it out, thanking the message for distracting him in time.The message was sent by Hisoka, and it contained some very important information that allowed him to finish all this.Kurapika quickly looked around the bathroom, even though he rented many high-end suites in the past few months, Kuroro's bathroom furnishings and design are simple and elegant, without any gorgeous things.

There was an angled shower made of black tiles, a toilet, a huge counter with two sinks, and several closets, everything was either black, white or gray, even the towels were dark.He was surprised how clean it was, especially considering Kuroro had been traveling for so long.

Kurapika couldn't help but wonder if someone tidied up Kuroro's room after he went out, but the idea was weird, he couldn't imagine the man trusting anyone and handing him the keys to his personal home.

Putting aside all distracting thoughts, Kurapika looked at the pattern Hisoka sent him, then pulled up his sleeve to reveal the clean hand with nothing on it, he carefully copied the tattoo photo on the phone, pulled His skin was faked with red marks from tattoo needles into which pigment had been injected into the skin.Kurapika originally thought about spraying the fake tattoo on after taking a shower, but then he realized that a bathroom door lock wouldn't prevent Kuroro from entering, and finally dropped the idea.

Kurapika took off his top and underwear, carefully put Hisoka's pre-prepared transfer stickers on it, made sure it looked indistinguishable from the real tattoo, picked up an airbrush from the bag, and then used special paint to finish the final touch process.After finishing everything, Kurapika checked the tattoos and pictures, shivered uncomfortably and grimaced, hiding his distaste for tattoos.

In fact, he could have the brigade actually get the tattoo tattooed on him and wash it off when it was all over, but Kurapika just couldn't stand even the faint outline of a spider.Even if he needed to build a new life after he used up all his savings to hire that man, it would be worth it.

Kurapika took the thick plastic bag with his other hand, and waited for the paint to seep into his skin, when the bathroom door was knocked so suddenly that he almost jumped up.

"Kurapika?" the spider leader asked. "Is everything okay? I thought you were going to take a shower."

"Ah." Kurapika replied quickly, "I'm fine ----- just..." He cleared his throat, half-truthfully said, "I just need time to get used to it, I'll ----- I'll be out soon, I just... need a little more time."

There was silence outside the door, and Kurapika blew on the paint, hoping to speed up the penetration.

"Do you need to divert your attention?" Kuroro finally asked.

-----don't want.If Kuroro touched the fake tattoo within the next two hours, the paint would be smudged and he would discover it wasn't real.

"No." Kurapika said firmly, "No problem-----" He suddenly remembered the spider leader's reaction when he heard his name called out: "----- Kuroro, let me Just be alone for a while, I'm fine."

The environment outside the bathroom was an unusually tense silence. After about a few minutes, Kuroro said, "I see."

Kurapika heard Kuroro's footsteps gradually moving away from the bathroom door, he let out a sigh of relief, leaned listlessly against the counter, and then slid slowly to sit on the floor.His heart was beating violently in his chest, his eyes were fixed on the fake tattoo on his wrist, but the blurred outline of the spider made Kurapika's whole body tremble.

Kurapika blindly picked up the phone with the other hand and sent Gang a quick message.

-----『Completed, meeting with other members tonight. 』

He didn't dare to tell the other party in detail, although Kuroro hadn't checked his phone, Kurapika wouldn't take a risk, not when the current situation was so important.His phone vibrated.

-----『Okay, I see. 』

Kurapika sighed softly, put the phone aside, then took out his book from the duffel bag, he didn't dare to hide for too long, or Kuroro would suspect it.Kurapika tied the plastic bag loosely around the tattoo on his wrist before stepping into the shower, he washed it off quickly, afraid to wash off the paint on his wrist in the process, he dried himself afterwards, and watched After reading for a while, Kuroro would hear the sound of water coming from the bathroom, which at the same time gave him a chance to stabilize his emotions and nerves.

Kurapika slowly brushed his teeth and dried his hair, it was a long time when he finally stepped out of the bathroom.When the boy realized that he had no reason to stay in the bathroom, he walked into the living room and saw Kuroro sitting on the sofa reading a book.

Kuroro looked up at Kurapika as he approached him, slowly looking from head to body, his eyes stopped when they caught the plastic bag on his wrist, thanking him for not opening his mouth for any comment.

"You've been here for a long time," Kuroro said, closing the book and putting it aside. "It's my turn. Think you can prepare dinner?"

"Do you have fresh ingredients here?" Kurapika asked.

"No fresh, only frozen vegetables and dry food."

Kurapika nodded, watching the other person's back disappear into the bathroom door, the room suddenly became quiet, and then he heard the sound of water coming from the bathroom.Kurapika listened to the sound of water being splashed, and took a while to pick up the book to continue reading. Kuroro also stayed in the bathroom for a long time, which was just right for Kurapika.

Two hours later, he took off the plastic bag strapped to his wrist and carefully inspected every curve, every streak, making sure nothing was smudged or blurred.Satisfied with the fake tattoo, Kurapika pulled his sleeve over the tattoo and got up to prepare dinner, finding some ingredients to make pasta.

During the several months of travel, Kurapika cooked very few times, but he remembered that Kuroro would add herbs to food, so this time he tried adding spices to cooking.He spent some time doing research online to see how it would work with tomato sauce, and Kurapika had to admit that adding basil leaves, oregano grass, and moonshine leaves would make the flavor stand out.

The aroma of the sauce spread slowly during the cooking process, all of which tickled Kurapika's hungry stomach, but he chose to ignore it, reading quietly and waiting for the head of the brigade to come out of the bathroom.

Kuroro quickly came out of the bathroom. Although it was filled with moisture, he was already wearing black clothes, and the hair on his forehead was brushed back, making him look older than usual, just like Kurapika a year ago The leader of the phantom troupe I met when I was in Youkexin City --- God, has it been a year?

Kurapika stood up quietly and took out two dishes from the kitchen.Kuroro sat at the table and looked at Kurapika, a strange light flickered in his dark pupils.

"It smells so good," he commented.

"I did my best." Kurapika said with a slight shrug.

Kuroro picked up a fork to roll up the spaghetti, put it in his mouth and chewed slowly, the taste he felt from his mouth made him raise his eyebrows slightly.Kuroro nodded after swallowing the spaghetti.

"Very successful." He said with a thumbs up in approval.

Kurapika relaxed, and his lips couldn't help but curl up. "It's just to your taste," he said, picking up his fork and starting to eat.

They enjoyed dinner quietly. The quiet environment did not make people feel uncomfortable. Eating at Kuroro's house like this has a strange family atmosphere. exactly.

After dinner, Kuroro put the dishes in the dishwasher, turned around and said, "It's time."

Kurapika sighed, closed the book he was pretending to be reading and stood up.

"What can I expect?" he asked, trying to keep his voice from straining with tension.

"Chaos." Kuroro grinned. "The brigade is a chaotic team with no order, but our operations are very efficient." He suddenly said seriously: "You will not be welcome." He warned: " The two regiments you killed were well-loved in the brigade, and I'm sure some of them won't forgive you so easily."

Kurapika shrugged slightly.

"I'm not ready to forgive them either," he said, speaking very honestly. "So let's go."

Kuroro quietly observed Kurapika's face, and he nodded slowly as if after a lifetime.He turned around and took the windbreaker off the coat hook, while Kurapika put on a sweatshirt.The sound of Kuroro's footsteps came from behind, and when the two were ready, he led Kurapika outside and carefully locked the door.

They passed quietly across the city, where at last the inhabitants built buildings, living in rooms and buildings like those who live outside.Kurapika followed Kuroro through the labyrinth-like streets, a journey that was more organized than the rest of Meteor Street.They walked for an hour, and when they reached a rather large building, Kuroro took Kurapika down a staircase. The stairs led to the door, and after opening the door, a basement appeared.

When the two walked into the basement, there were already people waiting inside, and Kurapika could recognize the faces of several people who had participated in the capture operation a few months ago, and even had a big fight with him.The scene in front of him made him stop. Kuroro took a few steps forward only to realize that the boy hadn't followed. He turned around and raised an eyebrow at Kurapika. Kuroro looked at Kurapika finally Walk slowly into the basement and close the door.

The sound of the door closing echoed in the basement. Kurapika straightened his back and his shoulders were as stiff as a stone. When he followed Kuroro to the end of the basement, there was a chair made of cherry wood with black down that made it It seems very comfortable.There are other similar chairs around the room, but one is clearly in the center.Kurapika felt increasingly uncomfortable as the head spider approached the chair in the center and sat down in a show of his status and power.

Kuroro Rushiru was not the only man Kurapika was willing to take to bed.

He is the leader of the spiders, the leader of the Phantom Troupe, and the man Kurapika spent several years trying to kill to avenge his clan.

A cold, piercing chill formed in his chest, and it turned into something that made Kurapika feel extremely uncomfortable, like a hard object pressing hard on his chest, like swallowing countless ice cubes.Kurapika massaged his temples, trying to relieve the nerves that had just begun to become increasingly tense.

"So," the spider leader said, "you know why I gathered you."

The people in the room nodded in various ways, and some cast very sharp gazes.Kurapika rubbed against his chest harder, as if to relieve some pain.

"Then I will explain directly," the leader of the Phantom Troupe continued, "This is the new member I chose, Kurapika, the descendant of the Kuruta tribe."

He motioned for Kurapika to take a few steps forward, but Kurapika found that he couldn't breathe. The massacre six years ago flashed through his mind. Pickup's ribcage steals air and suffocates him.He was glad that he had put on contact lenses, because his eyes must have become very bright red, and the fiery red pupils were burning in a sea of ​​rage, and the hot rage melted the ice flowing in the blood, making Kurapika go all the way. Relief from the cold.

Kuroro motioned again, and Kurapika forced himself to take a step forward, but he couldn't draw air for the second step.When he got to the spider leader, he stood where he was, tense, eyes staring aimlessly ahead.

"He proved himself after killing two members of the regiment," Kuroro continued, his tone flat, but Kurapika believed that his discomfort could not escape Kuroro's eyes: "I secretly chose him to be A new member of the troupe, he has so much versatility and I've seen his adaptability and intelligence in traveling with him over the past few months."

"Captain," said a man Kurapika didn't know, who seemed as angry as Kurapika: "You can't be serious! That chain bastard? I couldn't believe it when I first heard it, But you really ----- he killed Wojin!"

"Killing members of the regiment is one of the conditions for joining the regiment." Kuroro calmly reminded: "You know, Nobunaga."

The man named Nobunaga stood up suddenly, and the chair fell backwards due to the strong impact.

"He's not an ordinary member." The letter leader shouted. "He's Wojin! And Pike! You can't forget them after a year!"

The whole room fell into chaos afterwards, some spiders vented their dissatisfaction loudly, while the quieter ones sat quietly and observed.

Kurapika kept everything out, pretending that his mind was still in this basement, but he was glancing towards the door, thinking how much time it would take to finish, and then ----- leaving.

In his imagination, he had already stepped outside under the warm sunset, his thin back was walking with his back to the building.

Never look back.

TBC