Omfg why is this so cringe? I was reading the entire fanfic and I wanted to fucking scream from how weird some things are. I'm gonna edit before I work on the next one. I'm so fucking sorry for what you guys had to go read lmao

Also to give an explanation why this time I've been gone is my laptop decided to break, and I couldn't get it fixed for like 2 almost 3 weeks(?) and it just took me forever. Istg why do I have such bad luck when it comes to this?

"Ugh, why is his body so heavy to move around!" Hanarō spoke as he moved the body of 'Phinks', not necessarily enjoying the process. Since he knew basically nothing about his puppet he decided to interrogate the said man. He focused his consciousness elsewhere, not caring if something were to happen in the world. He placed himself into the dark space, feeling it consume him as he slowly descended.

Hanarō stood with his own body in front of Phinks as the black void swirled around them. The interrogater then summoned two chairs, placing the silver metal furniture onto the ground.
He proceeded to snap his fingers, immediately awaking the blonde from his slumber.

Hanarō smirked as he observed Phinks looking around the void in confusion. "You're in the dark space," the interrogater explained, "The place where I need to ask some questions." The criminal stared at him, eyes wide for a split second before returning to its original state.

Then a sound that almost was a growl piercied the dead silence. Rage coming in obvious waves from Phinks. "What more do you fucking want from me? Haven't I given enough?" He yelled, unphasing Hanarō.

"Simple. I just need to know how you act like and some past experiences from before." Hanarō stated as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. His eyes turned wine red, expressing his growing annoyance. He sighed, a frown gracing his face before complaining, "I knew you were gonna be hard in the beginning but I didn't think this hard."

The other man gritted his teeth, knowing the fastest way to end this was to comply. "Well then get it over with, I don't want to deal more of your shit."

"Great!" Hanarō cheered, clapping his hands a few times before becoming completely still. "I'm going to need help from all of my puppets with no nuiscances."

"What's your relationship with Chrollo?"

"I respect him, but the recruit of Hisoka was the worst decision known to this planet."

"Do you like pink lipstick?"

"THE FUCK?"

"Well I just remember that one time you had it in your hand while I watched Shalnark drive you guys to and back from McDonald's."

"I lost a bet..."

"Hm, yeah sure~ I'm certain you don't like such things."

"I don't!"

"No, no, don't worry, I understand."

"FUCK Y-"

"Yo homie that's not PG."

As the interrogation continued the more the two men bonded. Well, more like Hanarō enjoying the rage of Phinks. In the world of existence only a few minutes had passed, but Hanarō quickly changed his focus, concerned someone might interact with his puppet.

A short man walked in, his black hair ever so slightly shifting with every step of his adorable feet. He stared up at Phinks, who returned the action with an unidentifiable blankness. "Hey...We need to, go find, Y/n," he informed, eyes narrowing with the unresponsive behaviour.

"Do we have a lead about her location?" Phinks questioned, a small frown present on his eyebrow-less face. Feitan still glanced up at him in uncertainty, but shrugged it off, thinking it was just some late reaction. 

Feitan answered in an unamused tone, "Somewhat, we know she went back to her home city, but don't know the exact place." The shorter one still looked up at the other in suspicion, uncertain about Phinks' behaviour.

The two men then walked out into the main area of their hideout, where Chrollo sat with a book open, reading the pages with interest. He looked up at the pair, shutting the book with a small thump.

(Chrollo never lost his nen, hence why Pakunoda is still alive)

He asks them in an eager tone, awaiting the return of his butterfly, "Are you ready to retrieve her?" The two nod, and his eyes slightly widen, emotions unstable underneath his calm facade.

"Well then, first I want you locate her, which Shalnark will assist with. Once you've located her immediately bring her here unharmed." He ordered, glancing at Shalnark for a mere second before returning back to the duo.

After the command was ordered the two killers follow Shalnark outside. The three then found a random home with a moniter, broke into it, killed the owner, and used the PC.

Shalnark rapidly typed onto the search bar as the other two men stood behind him, looking over his shoulder. The blonde hummed as his eyes scanned the reports, trying to find your name. Meanwhile Feitan watched Shalnark desperately.

He couldn't wait to see you again! All he wanted was to know was if you were safe or not. Since you've been kidnapped by a horrible person called the chain-user he's been worried sick.

The first night you were gone his mind was barely at rest, too fixiated on the thought of you getting injured. Ugh, what a terrifying thought! His kitten, injured? Not when his cruel heart beats.

If anybody dares to even hurt you he'll make them pay, brutally. He would torture them, in the longest way possible. He wouldn't care who it is, if they hurt his precious kitten they are going to have consequences. 

His eyes were intense as he looked for your name, wanting to find you as soon as possible.

Hanarō observed Shalnark and Feitan with amusement. Finding it funny how two merciless killers could become so lovesick within a few weeks. Including the two, four will soon become five.

Five then seven, eight, and finally nine. After nine he'll have you in his arms, right where you're supposed to be. Oh how he can't wait for you to just crumble and rely only on him!

Shalnark let out a frustrated noise as he firmly slammed his fists onto the desk. "How is her name not on here? Seems like we need to use other methods." He stated while once again searching through reports.

"Me and Feitan could go look at spots she could have been at. There's a chance she might be at her house again." Phinks suggested, already heading towards the door. Shalnark mumbled an approval and Feitan followed the blonde.

While the two travelled, Hanarō quickly took control of Feitan's body and left a confused Phinks.

My love! I'm almost there! Just you wait, for I'll be right by your side, with a pure smile and a bloodied knife. We'll be holding hands, joyful as we dance over his dead body.

I'll give you a flower, not a rose, or a daisy. Not a lily, nor a sunflower, but a bushel of small hydrangeas. My favorite.

Do you know why it's my favorite? It's my favorite because it reminded me of you.

Hydrangeas turn into their beautiful colors because of the acid in the dirt. Without it, it's a normal white flower.

Which means without someone helping you, you'll never get to see the beauty of pain. That someone is me. I should be the one showing you the things you and I can be when together.

If it weren't for that bastard Vidal we would have never been separated. Which is why I need to be the one to show you pain. To show that Vidal is nothing compared to me. If I hadn't killed him your mind would have always been controlled by him.

You may think he's all innocent and such but he's just as bad as I am. He's been poisoning you all this time. Giving you a little bit each day when he greets you, touches you, and speaks to you. You're just confused about it and haven't noticed. That's why I'm trying to save you!

If only you would stop trying to run...

The two arrived at the house, already smashing the windows, breaking into your house. Which surprised both you and Vidal. Fortunately you were hiding since Vidal could feel their prescence earlier.

As Hanarō's puppets forcefully entered the house Vidal held a mug in his hand, sipping coffee while being done with Hanarō's shit. Seeing Vidal, Hanarō momentarily took over Feitan completely, eyes a bright red.

"Vidal~ How are you?" He greeted, taking the sword out of the umbrella. Vidal held his dead expression as his former friend sat beside him.

"Great, until you're tiring ass showed up." Vidal seethed, ready to throw the mug at Hanarō's face. The duo stared at each other for a hot minute until Vidal landed a foot straight to the testicles.

"I don't know why you fucking bother trying to fight me, I'm dead." The former surgeon spat, not caring if you were witnessing this or not. Only a string of giggles came in response, a psychotic grin gracing the Kurta descendant.

"Hehehe, that's because I'm trying to save my queen from bastards like you~ You act like you're better than me, when you're just as bad!"

"You little sh-"

Then blood splattered all over the table.

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血 = Blood

Jfc that was messy. Um so once again I'm gonna do some light editing before I start again, hope nothing goes wrong during it ,◉‿◉.

I still feel bad for leaving you guys but my laptop decided to fucking break at the wrong time.

- Celina