Meanwhile, Chrollo was actually looking for you like a responsible adult. But at a much quieter, but much more furious level. That goddamn motherfucking cunt. She's fucking shitting me with her level of idiocy right now. My brain feels like it's hemorrhaging and that moron is playing fucking hide-and-go-seek. He thought to himself.

"Excuse me," He stopped a woman on the street, "Have you a seen a woman with sunglasses, wearing all black, walking around alone--"

"Like the woman on the television?" She interrupted him.

He whipped his head around and walked immediately over to the cafe behind him. "Breaking news! At least fifty dead so far in what looks to be a lover's quarrel between the leader of the leader of the Phantom Troupe, Chrollo Lucilfer and his unnamed lover. We cut to footage now." He chuckled as he watched shaky footage of you screaming his name. Scanning the area around you, the master strategist came up with a plan of action. He figured out how long it would take him to get to you, where you were, how to extract you and where to pick up sunglasses and throw them to you without making eye contact.

And he was off with a flash. But not of course, as much of a flash as normal. He didn't have his nen, after all. Soon, he thought. Very soon.

He bought a pair a sunglasses that resembled the ones you had before. Next, he hailed a taxi cab, directing them about two blocks in front of where you were. It took about twenty dollars more than it should have to persuade them to get that close, but eventually they did drive there. Next, after the payment, he closed his eyes and began walking in a straight line towards the street you were on. "Hana. Hana, I've got sunglasses for you." He spoke loudly, but he didn't yell. He didn't want the cameras to latch on to him.

And he kept repeating that for about five minutes until finally, you saw him. "You bastard!" You yelled at him.

"I'm going to set your glasses down here, Hana! I'll turn around. Just tell me when you're done." Chrollo set the pair down and turned around immediately. As he opened his eyes, he saw exactly what the media was talking about. Bodies littered the streets in front of him and the streets were quiet besides the whirring of the helicopters above him. Of course it hadn't been a lovers' quarrel that had split the pair apart, there was certainly going to be one soon enough.

Or so he had thought. Instead, he simply felt a pair of hands wrap around his waist and your head lay against his back. "My head fucking hurts. And I killed so many people Chrollo."

He stroked your hands lovingly.

"I know how upset that makes you. How about we just go home first. Then, we can make our way to Meteor City."

"How about a joint first?" You groaned.

"How about several?" He turned around and hoisted you into his arms.

"You're fucking right about that."