【Group Cool】Dis Aliter Visum

Waking up in the morning, the first thing Kuroro realized was that he was embracing a warm body. When he opened his eyes, he saw a head of blond hair.Seeing this Kuruta boy, he couldn't help but smile, but he wasn't bothered by this subconscious movement, but was happy that the boy was rubbing in his arms.

This joy is not obtained from winning and planning success, but from something quieter, smoother, and stronger deep inside.

This is bad.

He suddenly realized that he was standing on the edge of a cliff, and he would fall into the endless abyss with just one step. He almost stepped into it. How could he allow himself to get to the point where he is now————— Everything is out of control?

Kuroro's movements became stiff, he found himself stroking Kurapika's back up and down subconsciously, the movements were slow and steady as if he was comforting the other party, while his head kept turning, he frowned after stopping his hands, suddenly felt that he was very madness.

"This feels good." Kurapika said vaguely to Kuroro's chest, rubbing his body against Kuroro's chest: "You don't need to stop."

"You're awake," Kuroro said, not letting his surprise show, but Kurapika's voice made him stop thinking suddenly: "Good morning."

"Good morning." Kurapika said sleepily, "No, I don't want to get up yet."

"What if I make you a cup of coffee?" Kuroro asked, clearly amused by the boy's boyish behavior.

"It means you're leaving, and I don't want that," Kurapika said.

"Shouldn't we have breakfast with your friends?" Kuroro reminded, "We'll be late if this goes on. They're planning to leave today, aren't they?"

This reminded Kurapika, he was stretching his body leisurely, his youthful body was leaning against Kuroro, the feeling of the skin rubbing against each other through the clothes made Kuroro hope that they didn't have any plans today, so Kurapika is so alluring.

And speaking of plans...

"Did you take the initiative to divert my attention last night?" He asked, his tone sounded very light, as if he was not seriously interrogating.

Kurapika looked up at him.

"It depends," the boy said, half-seriously, half-jokingly: "Does it work?"

There was a moment of silence between them, which made the current atmosphere less casual than imagined.

"As you wish," Kuroro said, looking away. "Come on, make some coffee."

He moved away from Kurapika's very attractive body and walked to the duffel bag to take out new clothes.Kuroro sighed after hearing the boy, and finally got out of bed, and took a few minutes to pack themselves up. They made coffee and packed their luggage. The destination they were going to was Meteor Street.

Once the two packed everything into the convenience wrap, they walked out of the room and headed to the hotel lobby, where they found corner seats at coffee shops along the way and waited for the others to arrive.When they appeared on duty, the three teenagers chatted excitedly together, but Hisoka was late as usual.

Kuroro sat on a chair and sipped coffee, looking aimlessly at the people coming and going outside. Suddenly, he saw the figures of several policemen walking towards them, but he didn't get nervous or move. When I opened my eyes, the three young boys next to me were chatting normally. If they were not pretending to be ordinary, they would not be aware of the existence of the police at all.But it worked because the cops eventually left the hotel, Hisoka finally showed up in the hotel lobby after a while, and they went out to find a restaurant where they could have breakfast.

The five of them were eating breakfast in a harmonious atmosphere. The two youngest children seemed to want to cherish the time with Kurapika as much as possible. Gang and Kiya rushed to eat like every boy, and talked when their mouths were full of food. Arguing with Fangbu, Kurapika was much quieter, while Hisoka looked bored sitting aside.

After breakfast, they walked to the train station, where they separated. Before walking to the platform, Gang suddenly turned around and looked at Kuroro seriously.

"If you hurt him," he challenged Kuroro, "I won't forgive you."

"Huh?" Kuroro said, tilting his head to look at the kid in green: "What would you do if I hurt him?"

"You don't want to know!" Gang said, making a face at Kuroro.

After saying that, he turned and ran to the stairs leading to another platform, Kiya looked back and forth between Kuroro and Kurapika.

"Yes, just as Gang said." Kiya shrugged and said, "Don't be killed, Kurapika." The silver-haired kid added this sentence and then left at the same pace as Gang said.

The remaining three men turned and walked back to the platform they were going to. Hisoka looked at the surroundings indifferently, but Kurapika frowned. At a certain time, Hisoka suddenly disappeared into the crowd, but He then returns to Kuroro and Kurapika on the train.The clown didn't say the reason behind it, but Kuroro was used to Hisoka's habit of wandering around at will, so he didn't make any comments.

After a while, the train left the station, Kurapika took out a book to read, Kuroro glanced at the other party and took out his own book at the same time.

The next few days passed slowly, and Kurapika became quieter and quieter as he got closer to the city where he would meet other spiders, because Kuroro wanted to make sure that Kurapika fulfilled his promise, and then …and then it was time to go back to Luxor as agreed and give the boy the eyes of the Kuchruta tribe, so that he could bury the most wonderful collection that had ever belonged to Kuroro.

what a pity.

But on the other hand, it wasn't a bad feeling to know that he was the only person still alive who had seen those fiery red pupils overflowing with lust and longing; not bad at all.

Soon, the train had reached the area where the tracks could approach, and then Kuroro and Kurapika needed to walk up the rugged and difficult desert. This desert was huge and surrounded the city made of garbage.Kurapika changed from being quiet at first to silent and passive, but when he saw his surroundings he couldn't help opening his eyes wide, Kuroro didn't know if he was curious, worried, sullen, or some combination of these Complicated emotions are mixed together.

After they approached Meteor Street, Kurapika took out a small box from his pocket, which contained two pieces of black contact lenses, and the spider leader tilted his head curiously to look at the boy, watching him put on the contact lenses.

"Worried about being overwhelmed?" he asked.

Kurapika turned around and looked at Kuroro with ambiguous eyes. Kuroro opened his mouth as if to say something, but Hisoka groaned softly behind him, that creepy laugh mixed with laughter and Ironically, if it weren't for Kuroro, normal people might have been scared in the morning.Kuroro turned his face away and stared at Hisoka behind him with a gloomy expression, trying to read what was buried behind that crazy smile, but as always, Hisoka did not reveal any emotion.

"I know, I know." Hisoka said with a strange smile, "It's a good choice, it's a good choice, I want to fight with you now."

Kurapika cast a warning gaze at Hisoka faintly, and they finally reached the outskirts of the city after a long journey -- if Meteor Street could be called a city.Hisoka is still with them, in fact Kurapika let him go after the last mission, but Kuroro thinks he knows why Hisoka left, and if his guess is correct, he will monitor The opponent wouldn't let him out of sight.

Just as they passed the first mountain of rubbish, Kurapika stopped suddenly, and Kuroro took a few steps to realize that the boy didn't want to move on.He turned around, tilted his head and looked at him suspiciously, and Kurapika met Kuroro's gaze hesitantly.

"Any questions?" Kuroro finally asked.

"This..." Kurapika started, but he hesitated, obviously not knowing how to continue: "This is where you were born?"

"Yes." Kuroro said with his head sideways, "It's also the headquarters of the brigade, we need to get tattoos on you before you meet the rest of the brigade ----- they also have a certain number of red eyes, you know .”

Kurapika still hesitated, looking away uncomfortably.

"Do I have to get a tattoo first?"

"Yes." Kuroro said, "I decided to do this first."

"You -----" Kurapika began, and the staccato words made him clear his throat before he could continue, "Where do you want me to get the tattoo?"

Kuroro thought quietly for a while, carefully thinking about how he should answer this inducing question.After a few minutes, he took a few steps forward and stopped right in front of Kurapika.

"I usually let the members decide where to get the tattoo," Kuroro said simply.

"But will you let me do that?" Kurapika asked.

It was another suffocating silence as even Kuroro pondered the right answer.

The truth is, he doesn't care where Kurapika gets a tattoo on his body, as long as he has one; it's a proof that the rest of his life belongs to Kuroro, but at the same time, he wants to be cool. Rapica belongs to himself as more than a member of the group. During the few months they have experienced, Kurapika is no longer just a member of the group; his existence is something more different, something more important. thing.

"Of course," Kuroro finally said, "you can put the tattoo wherever you want."

"Then I want to imprint on my feet." Kurapika responded quickly, and then looked uncomfortable: "That's my only option."

"Underfoot," repeated the leader Spider, a little amused, wondering how he should respond.

"Yes." Kurapika said firmly.

There was a silence between them, and then Kuroro raised his hand and rested his chin, thinking quietly for a while.

"I can imagine your reasons, but let me ask." He asked simply, "Why?"

The young Kuruta boy sneered without humor, then shrugged slightly.

"It all started because I wanted to—in a way, put the brigade under my feet." Kurapika explained, "If it wasn't for this reason, I wouldn't have gone on this crazy journey with you alone. "

Kurapika tilted his head like Kuroro, and shrugged again.

"I think this is the best place."

Kuroro thought for a moment.

"Your reason seems credible." Kuroro finally said, "But I don't agree, choose another place."

Kurapika didn't look surprised, he just sighed, even if he tried hard, the result was not perfect, but he didn't let his dissatisfaction vent.

"Then I play wrist," Kurapika said. "It's not unusual to wear long-sleeved clothes or wrist straps all day long."

Kuroro was actually surprised by the boy's answer, he had no objection to Kurapika's decision, so he nodded.

"Very good." Kurolo agreed, "It's printed on your wrist, you can cover it up however you want, but I think you need to show the tattoo."

Kurapika glanced in Hisoka's direction, and Kuroro followed the boy's gaze to the clown standing beside him.

"I will accompany you into the tattoo parlor." Kuroro added after a while: "-----make sure your tattoos will be well printed on your body."

"Of course." Kurapika said, the expression on his face suddenly disappearing without a trace, somehow making Kuroro uncomfortable.

Well, he could understand Kurapika's situation and thoughts; Kuroro simply chose to ignore most of his opinions, because no matter how many times the two argued, they would never reach a consensus.

At the end, Kuroro turned and left, with Kurapika following him, glancing back out of the corner of his eye to make sure the boy was following him.Kurapika's expression was blank, but his fists could be seen clenched, and his pupils, wearing black contact lenses, looked darker than usual.Hisoka walked at the back, still keeping silent, creepy like a demon lurking in the dark, the clown's attitude was very strange, but Kuroro didn't know the reason behind it.

He had no intention of letting Kurapika get what he wanted.

The tattoo parlor where Kurapika wants to get tattoos ----- if it can be called a shop ----- looks nothing special from the outside, and you don't even know that it provides tattoo services.The shops are located on the outskirts of the city, the streets are not planned, and the piles of garbage form piles of hills, making the city look like it was built with garbage.

Kuroro pushed aside a door panel that was not supported by hinges. The door panel was just placed on the "wall" made of garbage. After the door panel was pushed open, a dark passage was immediately revealed.He stood aside and let the other two go in first, and they arrived at the tattoo parlor later than Kuroro expected, which surprised him in a bad way.

Kuroro cared too much about what was going to happen next on the road, and he was used to Kurapika following him, or----he would walk beside him, not to mention Kurapika might Run away secretly, and he will not know when the other party leaves.

But Kurapika was still here, his black pupils looked dark and his expression was hard to read.The smile on the corner of Hisoka's mouth widened, and Kuroro knew it was time for Hisoka to make a move.

The two men followed Kuroro into a dirty room, which was empty. After entering the room, Kuroro put the door panel back to its original place, then went deep into the room and took them to another passage. The strip-shaped wires hung up electronic waste one by one, Kuroro shouted in the direction of the passage at this time.

"Druskel!" he said, but there was no response from anyone in the passage, so he called again: "Druskel, we have guests!"

There was a faint grunting sound in the passage, and the figure of a short man appeared in the corridor.

"It's you again." He said in a bad tone, "Who is the new member?"

After all, the man looked at Hisoka standing on the right with his long and narrow eyes, and then locked Kurapika's eyes tightly. He raised his head in the direction of the boy: "Is that him?"

Without waiting for Kurolo to answer, the short tattooist had already walked to something that looked like a chair. He said that the reason was similar because the chair seemed to be composed of parts of different furniture, and there were a bunch of gadgets piled on it. Possibly it was removed from the gurney.

"On his wrist." Kuroro said simply, and then took out an envelope from the windbreaker: "There are tattoo needles in here."

Druskel snorted and swung the chair so that Kurapika could lie comfortably on it and let him work.

"I hope you don't mind the pain," Druskel said hoarsely. "People who get tattoos don't always realize how sensitive the wrist is."

Kurapika shrugged and sat on that strange chair. Hisoka approached him at this moment, and Kuroro could see a piece of film that was exactly the same as the skin covering Kurapika's arm to the palm, stretching from the film to the palm of his hand. The transparent thin line that came out connected Hisoka's palm, and the clown stood leisurely leaning against the table, and didn't seem to be doing any small movements behind his back ----- if he didn't use "Concentration" to observe.

Kuroro knew what he was looking for, what they were planning, but he was offended to see how simple their plan was. Did they think they could fool his eyes?

"Hisso," Kuroro said quietly and dangerously, "Get out."

"Oh?" The clown tilted his head, pressing a long, sharp nail on his face, "You're telling me to get out--" He took a moment to appreciate the obvious spoofs and puns in his tone: "- ----Duel with you?"

Kuroro didn't react, after all he was used to Hisoka's weird behavior.He glanced in Druskel's direction, but the stocky man was no longer intimidated by the brigade, and continued his preparations as usual.

"No." Kuroro said clearly, looking back at the red-haired clown: "I want you to stand outside, or leave, whatever you want, but take what's on his wrist, and leave this place Room."

"Ah, well," Hisoka said with a dramatic shrug. "I was found, found...but you can't blame the boy for trying."

He left the room with an elusive smile, keeping his eyes on Kuroro until he quietly walked out of the passage and stood against the wall of garbage.Kuroro stood at the door to make sure that the clown would not come back. He folded his hands on his chest and watched as Kurapika stretched out his hand. The needles of the tattoo pierced the skin under the boy's left arm, and the black pigment slowly seeped into it, forming a A faint, ill-defined 12-legged spider tattoo.

TBC