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" Hmm... " The public library was full of loud, raucous children. If it wasn't for the fact that, when alone, the E class couldn't get a seat in the Kunugigaoka private School Library (much less ask for a book through a teacher); he would be studying there. Instead, he sat in one of his local libraries...

Being forced to hear children run around and constantly be shushed by their mothers. Not ample silence for study time, given his neighbor's habit of playing loud music when he knew Nagisa was home.

The fatigue was weighing on the shoulders of the man, who put his arm on his desk, while his features softened in staring at the little boy, who, wisely, did not make any questions about the Ryodan, indeed it seemed as if he had preferred to take distances. Did he understand the danger of that organization of thieves itself? The nickname of the Danchou had given it? After all, he had not seen his tattoo, with that strange symbol engraved in it.

Chrollo closed his eyes for a moment, took a deep breath, relax for a few minutes. He had to leave, had to go back to Meteor City, the main lair of the Phantom Troupe. But, he felt something, and turned back to the master of the house. "What’s wrong?"

" Wrong? " The bloodlust disappeared, its protectiveness vanishing with it. It seemed whatever kind of near alternate personality he had with such a thing didn't want its other half to be harmed. Squishing down onto a pillow on his bed, he shook his head.

" No, nothing's wrong at all. " The boy waited; before deciding what to do. " My mother won't be home tonight -- double shift. So you can stay the night in the guest bedroom... That way you can recuperate for the night and leave in the morning with a full stomach. " Nodding politely, the boy sat up again and crossed a leg over the other.

"School?" Gon didn’t even enjoy studying all that much, why had he ended up in school now? He was used to being taken to another world so often, such things didn’t even surprise him at this point. "I wasn’t here a second ago. Hey, this must be another world again!"

It was too late for Gon to evade even when he wanted to. It should have looked comedic if not for the fact that life had to pull a prank on them and make them look ridiculous. Gon almost toppled over but managed to balance himself. He then offered his hand at the other person. “I-It’s fine. But what made you slip like that?" It was not a occurrence that often happened in his life… ever. It was weird.

Huh, so even though he was half asleep, he could still remember he locked the door. Pausing for another few seconds, she decided to get out of the boy’s house as soon as humanly possible. “Uh, yeah, whatever. I guess I’ll just show myself out, then?” she asked with a nervous laugh.

… Where was the door in this place? Killua had entered through the window… Strolling over to the bedroom door, she pushed it open, cautiously and silently stepping into the hallway beyond it.

" Ahm... " Gripping his doorknob, he half closed the door behind him before taking her hand gently. " Let me show you... " Leading her down a flight of stairs, he turned away from a kitchen area and led her to the foyer, opening the door where it led outside.

"Right…. Goodbye…." Well that seemed like a rather suspicious reaction. Perhaps that student was hiding something. Time to go and investigate this situation further.

As quickly as it appeared, the suffocating bloodlust was gone again and left not a single trace behind. It had disappeared so suddenly and so completely it almost made Killua wonder if he’d simply imagined it — but that wasn’t possible. He couldn’t have been mistaken. The blue-haired boy had to be lying-

…No, that’s not it either. The blue-haired boy’s expression was honest and open, only containing nervousness and confusion with a tinge of concern and nothing to hint at his guilt. Either he was a very good liar, or he honestly didn’t know what Killua was talking about.

"Don’t play dumb, I felt it just now!" He pressed on anyways, tensing on reflex and swatting away the boy’s hand even though the other’s touch was gentle and contained no hostility. "There’s no one else here, so that bloodlust from earlier had to have come from you.”

Letting out a squeak at the swat; he curled up his fingers in surprise before blinking, his hand lowering. " What bloodlust? Just what are you talking about? " Honest confusion reigned true, his hand lifting to gently touch the other's forehead once more.

" Are you absolutely sure you're alright? ... No fever... " He cupped his jaw between forefinger and thumb; thinking. " Maybe a momentary delusion...? Could be, with the mountain air... We are on a mountainside... "

Chrollo did not like to reveal his thoughts, even to the members of the Ryodan, who were the people he could trust the most. His lips were still curled in a smile as he watched the boy before him, his delicate features, the way he talked and addressed him. After all, he must have been very grateful to the boy, because, instead of immediately asking questions, he helped him and the thief thought it was very rare in those days, where no one trusted anyone. He licked his lips, while a gentle laugh, almost smooth, flowed from his pale lips. “Oh, better that you don’t know what the Spider is.” His tongue flicked and the pop was similar to the lash of a whip, a violent slap. "How did I do? A trick? Oh, well, it’s simple, the window was open and so I jumped in, the rest is history." he said ironically.

" ... " He listened quietly, before nodding a little. " I see... " Placing the small black notebook in his bag, he zipped it shut before straightening, taking out his hair and tossing the two thin ponytail holders onto his desk. Sitting down on the small but comfortable looking bed, the fragile looking male went lost into thought for a minute -- mostly weighing how dangerous the man before him could be, his bloodlust leaking out without his knowledge in a simply protective manner.

                ❝ A-Ah, that’s fine! … If I may ask, th-though, why can’t I be here? ❞  Was this a restricted building or something? But, if that was the case, then why was this student here as well? Maybe it had something to do with the dilapidated state of the… school? Was the rest of the school also this run down?

"What do you mean, ‘that’s it’?” the demon questioned, an eyebrow raising as his arms crossed over his chest. Was this kid implying that chocolate was bad, or something? Taking a moment, Killua realised that he could’ve been expecting him to request something worth more money.

"Just normal chocolate is fine, thanks." he mumbled, cheeks lightly flushed from having jumped to conclusions. Better to get it over with and leave before the kid began questioning anything, right?

He stayed quiet with that reaction, before blinking a little. " Aa... Then follow me. " Starting on his walk, he blinked and raised a brow. " Now that I think about it, it was a little strange that the Kunugigaoka Train Station wasn't running... "

"That’s not necessary, but thanks anyways." Killua had never attended school and he didn’t plan to, either, so the information was merely acknowledged with a shrug and nod before he turned to leave. This seemed like a pretty weird school, anyways — even if this ‘end-of-all’ class performed badly, it seemed strange to limit a whole class’ access into the main building.

He hadn’t even taken three steps when a wave of bloodlust, dark and ominous enough to remind him of Illumi’s, washed over him in a overwhelming wave. Killua froze on the spot, fingers clenching slightly as an automatic reflex, before he looked back at the blue-haired boy with a narrowed eyes. That bloodlust felt raw, uncontrolled…not necessarily aimed at him. But still.

"…That aura just now…what are you playing at?"

He stopped, blinking. Aura? What aura? " U-Uh... W-What are you talking about? " Killua could probably tell, but his nervousness was out of confusion -- not fear or lying. The teen turned on his heel, glancing at the silveret with concerned, but confused eyes.

Aura? What aura? " I felt nothing... Are you alright? Are you sick? " Stepping towards him, the bloodlust completely gone, by now, a gloved hand reached out to rest upon the other's forehead.

"Hmm, perhaps the compliant was false." It would be unusual for a student attending the school not to have even heard about the teacher and it could likely just have been a prank. Still Art would have to go and make certain this was all some practical joke.