Cooking Class- Record Of Ragnarok

Cooking class- Record of Ragnarok

THE BOYS TAKING A COOKING CLASS

Instructor- “ok men, first on the agenda is grabbing the ingredients! You will need eggs, flour, breadcrumbs, ice cream and some sugar and salt”

Raiden- “Do you want me to grab the ingredients?”

Thrud-“Go ahead raiden.. I got the dry stuff already so just grab eggs.”

Raiden-“Oh fuck. I crushed the carton.”

Shiva- God damn.. it’s not that hard to grab things lightly raiden!

“I’m a rough person.. isn’t that right thrud!?”

Buddha- “Don’t expect her to respond to that innuendo. NOW PICK UP THE EGGS AND GRAB A NEW CARTON! YOU’RE STOPPING ME FROM MAKING SWEETS!”

Qin- “Tameemon Raiden: a great sumo wrestler, lover, egg destroyer, and insolent buffoon.”

“EXCUSE ME MS EMPEROR.”

“I AM A MR AND YOU BEST BITE YOUR TONGUE PEASANT!” MEANWHILE-

Instructor- “Ok you four (sasaki and Poseidon with Lu bu and Thor ) next we need to dip the ice cream in the bread crumbs/corn flakes.” RAIDEN- “Did you all really have to go on without us?”

Thor and Poseidon- “We believed it was necessary. The weak get left behind.”

Qin- “excuse me. Do you know who I am. How strong I am.”

Instructer- “We don’t care now get to stepping and cooking before you all get kicked out.”

Kojiro- “Good going guys. Like he said just get to stepping…. It will do you better in the long run” he said menacingly.

A collective “Uhh”

Lu bu- “you did pretty well taking control. Surprised they listened to you, but you could slice them up easily.”

Thor- “I know a thing or two about control isn’t that right honey.”

Buddha-“Another innuendo? Really just cook already please!”

Suddenly the instructor takes off a mask and reveals himself to be Jack the Ripper..

“Class… This was the least elegant thing I’ve seen in a while. You all failed and I’m telling brunhilde. It was her idea of course.”

“BRUNHILDE!!”

**Title: Seven Minutes in Heaven**

Short little fan fiction about Gon x Killua confessing their feelings in a game of seven minutes in heaven! There is Leorio x kurapika content too, but more so them being in love and supporting parents!

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The dimly lit room was buzzing with excitement and nervous energy. It was a typical night for the group of friends, but tonight felt different. The atmosphere was charged with unspoken feelings, especially between

a certain pair: Gon Freecss and Killua Zoldyck. They’d navigated countless challenges together, yet this simple game of “Seven Minutes in Heaven” brought the most formidable challenge of all: vulnerability.

Leorio and Kurapika sat together on the couch, their fingers intertwined. They’d long since settled into a comfortable relationship, and while they teased their friends about their obvious crushes, they couldn’t help but hope that Gon and Killua would finally take the leap.

“Kurapika, do you think it’ll happen today?”

“Maybe Leo~”

“Let’s hope, it’s getting tiring seeing them all shy.” “LEORIO!” Kurapika playfully smacked his arm.

“Alright, everyone!” Leorio announced, his voice cheerfully cutting through the ambient chatter. “If we’re going to play this, we need to set some ground rules. Only the brave shall proceed into the ‘heaven’ of that closet!”

“Don’t you dare call it that.” Killua rolled his eyes, suppressing a grin. His gaze instinctively flicked to Gon, whose excited smile made his heart race. Maybe tonight would unveil the feelings they’d both kept buried.

“Let’s get started!” Kurapika clapped his hands, his anticipation palpable. “We’ll draw names randomly, and everyone must take their turn. But… let’s keep Hisoka out of it, alright?”

Gon chuckled, but there was a tinge of worry in his eyes. Hisoka was unpredictable, and the thought of him alone with either himself or Killua made Gon's stomach churn

“Why not? I promise to behave!” Hisoka chimed, appearing out of nowhere, a mischievous smile plastered on his face. The flamboyant clown had a knack for drama, and the tension skyrocketed as he licked his lips, clearly reveling in the suspense.

“I think our odds of survival decrease significantly if Hisoka is part of the game,” Killua mumbled, his expression tinged with anxiety. “Babs, stop scaring the children.” Illumi interjected.

The games began, laughter and giggles punctuating the room as each participant disappeared into the closet for their seven minutes.

Kurapika and Leorio emerged first, their cheeks flushed, and their smiles a mix of triumph and giddiness.

“Leorio, it’s our turn what should we do.” “I think you know what, Kurapika.” “Do I~” his words were interjected by Leorio pulling Kurapika into a steamy kiss. “Leo..” Pika whispered.

The two emerged out of the closet looking flushed and slightly disheveled. “Oh my God, how unholy of you two~” Hisoka teased.

*CHROLL DESCENDS FROM THE HEAVENS*

“AH WHAT THE FUCK!” Killua screeched. “Did somebody call me?” Chrollo spoke. “Bitch get out of my house!” Kurapika responded. “

Pretty Kurapika, don’t be so mean to me.”

“HE’S TAKEN. IM GONNA KILL YOU!” Leorio charged at him.

“I think that’s my cue to leave, see you around Kurta~”

*Chrollo descends to hell*

“That was random as hell.” Illumi says while wheezing.

Finally, it was Gon’s turn to draw. “I got killua!! Yay come on.” “Baka! Don’t be so giddy.” Killua said blushing.

The rest of the group watched in anticipation, particularly Leorio and Kurapika, who were practically bubbling over with hope.

Just as the two boys stepped into the closet, the door creaked ominously. The moment it clicked shut, the familiar warmth of a shared space surrounded them. Time seemed to stretch, distorting their senses as they stood close yet uncertain.

“Um… so, what should we…” Gon began, his voice barely a whisper, filled with exhilaration and nerves.

, Hisoka swung open the door of the closet, a wide grin on his face. “I couldn’t help it! I need to protect my little Gon from… bad influences!” His tone dripped with mischief, eyes sparkling as they landed on Killua.

“Don’t you dare put your hands on him!” Killua growled, already outside of his comfort zone. The threat of Hisoka brought forth a primal urge to protect.

“Really? I just want to play!” Hisoka twirled, making a mock bow. “Is it so wrong for me to want to spend time with my favorite boy?”

. He glanced at Killua, who looked ready to unsheathe a blade at a moment's notice. The tension was palpable, a powder keg just waiting for a spark. “Killua it’s ok!”

“Hisoka, you have no right to barge in here,” Gon said firmly, surprising even himself. “You need to back off.”

“Look at you, so brave!” Hisoka laughed, unfazed. “But let’s see how brave you are alone — and how long Killua will stand by!”

Just then, Illumi stepped forward, his presence a cold shadow looming over them. “You should leave my brother alone, Hisoka.” His voice was low and menacing, and the room instantly quieted, tension thickening the air.

Startled, Hisoka held up his hands in mock surrender. “Alright, alright! I was merely playing a game!” With a flourish, he stepped back, practically skipping away from them.

The closet door finally closed behind them again, sealing Gon and Killua in their moment. The silence stretched, heavy with half-formed thoughts. It was then Gon mustered the courage to break the ice.

“Killua, I…” Gon’s voice trailed off, the raw honesty flickering between them like a flame.

“I feel the same. I’ve always felt the same.” Killua took a step closer, their hearts now racing in rhythm. “But I didn’t know how to say it.”

Gon smiled—this was the moment he had yearned for. “Maybe we don’t have to say it. Maybe we just have to understand it.”

With that, they leaned closer, the past few moments fading away in the glow of their realization. The world outside melted into insignificance as they shared a whisper that only they could hear, the door of the closet forgotten.

Meanwhile, somewhere in the room outside, Leorio grinned at Kurapika, relief washing over them like a tide. Their friends had finally started to piece together the puzzle, and with his eyes on Illumi, Kurapika hoped that perhaps tonight, darkness would stay at bay.

“We knew it Kurapika, today was the day!!” He squeezed the blonds hand tighter. “They did it.”

As the minutes passed, their prayers echoed in silence, wishing for a world where love, no matter how complicated, could always shine brightly in dark corners, just like the love blossoming in the closet between Gon and Killua. And in a moment, the world outside would be forever changed.

Classicaloid: A love story

A/N: I revamped this story from my friends old account. she made so many accounts for this one story..lol.. but I hope you enjoy it

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CHAPTER ONE: A HELPING HAND

Since the classicaloids returned from their vacations, like Liszt and Chopin tithe county, Beethoven to Germany, Schubert to wherever he got carried to, mozart as a “free spirit” as he calls it. Probably preforming lich meine asrch on someone, or getting it done to him thought kanae. She shivered at that idea. But regardless of mozart s weird kinks, the house was once again lively, something she had missed dearly. “I might as well go to the living room… see what the gang are up to. Probably destroying my hard earned cash or doing something crazy.” As she walked to the living room to her surprise Chopin was actually present sitting near Liszt san. “Wow Liszt San, you convinced Cho Chan to come out of his room?” “Well I promised him a favor. I don’t know what he wants but… I’m up for anything that cho Chan asks me.” she says that part seductively receiving a blush from him. “Keep it in the bedroom. Let’s chat then?” “Yes my dear kitten. So, what’s up with you and…..”

Suddenly, the door abruptly opened and in walked Tchaikovsky yelling “LETS GET THIS PARTY STARTED!!! I BROUGHT BEER… YOU! MAKE ME FOOD GIRL” “I’m going back to the room”… Liszt snatched Chopin back though. “Did clasky-klasky split up again tchaiko?” asked Liszt. “Temporarily. She’ll come crawling back to me though. I just know it.” “Anyways isn’t Bach Sama like so fine. His skill, and broad shoulders, makes me just quiver thinking about him!” says tchaiko. “Guess who’s behind you.. akira” “of course she is.” “WHAT is that I hear about my Bach Sama.?” “Y’all aren’t dating though” said everyone in unison. Akira just sighs and replies one day we will. “Oh, to let you know kanae, Bach sama is currently getting ready to enter the house to talk to you about your father and other aspects. Lucky.” “Whatever.. now leave please” replied kanae. “The nerve of that lady!” States kanae and tchaiko chan. “She’s just driven by love! TRUE LOVE!!” “No she’s just mean. I bet Bach sama doesn’t feel the same way.. hmph.” says Tchaikovsky

Then two people walk into the room from the kitchen. It was Beethoven and mozart. “Girl can you wash our shirts? I was making delectable gyoza and mozart ran into me, and it got on the shirts.” Kanae didn’t pay attention to the words, only that they… were shirtless. While she was a blushing mess she said “U-uh… you boys can’t just waltz around with no shirts on…” “why kanae don’t you like our bodies. I think I look hot.” says mozart. But to his surprise he notices her staring at Beethoven. “KANAE! What does beethos San have that I don’t. LOOK at me kanaee?” “M-muscles.” “Mmph.” he grunts. Mozart seems kinda of hurt but then has a eureka moment. “That’s ok I guess… since he likes you so much. Hehe.. Anyways I’m gonna roller blade again.” Broken from her trance she yells not in the house. She didn’t need to be a simp for men just like her friends. She needed to be firm and commanding. “So girl, u-um. Do you wa..”

“ SENPAI!!!” “Oh how I missed you Beethoven senpai.” “LIFE IS BEAUTIFUl” Suddenly kanae snatched his baton out his hand looking like she was having none of it. “There will be no musiking inside my house. Unless you have money.” “MOnEY MonEy MoNey… that’s all you talk about.” “Wait you weren’t here the whole time?” asked Beethos. “No senpai.. I was out fishing for you and then that damn kite took me off to the carribean, then Africa, and back here over the span of around two months. Then it dropped me off in front of the house actually Bach sama is coming in as we speak.” He has arrived. Everyone watched as bach entered the house. “Damnnnn he is so fine!!” jeered tchaiko. “Why good evening Tchaikovsky.” “Of course, good evening to you ms kanae.” “Since everyone is doing random things that are not appropriate for our guest to be seeing, want to talk upstairs?” “Why not. Lead the way darling.” “Aww come on.” Jeered tchaiko and akira. Beethoven didn’t know why he felt so weird at that comment on kanae. Did he have feelings for her. “Is it fate?” he asked out loud. “What is fate beethos. You and kanae!?” “N-no what?” “Hmm whatever you say.” Then Liszt pulled out her phone and texted someone something.

Some time went by like around 30 minutes until he heard Bach yell and Kanae scream. Beethoven and mozart had never run faster in their entire lives. To their horror they see Kanae under a shelf and Bach sama lifting it off her. As he picks her up she curls in his arms. “Are you ok ms kanae?” “M-mm.” She falls asleep…. When she arises, she sees Beethoven next to her in her bedroom, just sitting by the bed. “B-bethos?” “What are you doing here? What happened to bach sama.” “Well after you got knocked out we carried you into here, a-and I sat by your side. You know kanae, I was really worried about you.” he said with tears streaming down his face. As she cupped his cheek she spoke, “Thank you beethos san and motes kun too. I’m sorry you had to worry so much. I guess the bookshelf fell on me after I was handing Bach sama some items. At least I’m not more hurt.” “That’s great kanae, me too. I- I guess I’ll leave now. If you need me let me know.” “Wait Beethoven.” “Can you please stay… and lay with me?” “Was?” “Please.. it would make me feel better.” And so he reluctantly got into her bed and she pulled her arms over him to cuddle her. It took a bit for both of them to fall back asleep as they were both embarrassed blushing messes. It felt so right however.. their bodies were so warm and snug together. Normally, whenever she was sad or something was wrong she would lay here and cry or hug her pillow, but today she had Beethoven, her beethos.

When they woke up, or rather abrubtly woke up the next morning at around 6:50 to Liszt saying “ooh, how are you my kitten did you sleep well?” all said with a smirk on her face. “Oh to be young and in love. Technically I’m still young in this body and I better make use of it. In that case I’ll go out with cho Chan. Have beethos take care of you!” “Also Tchaikovsky also left with Bach to try to patch things with badazerwksy.” “So it’s gonna be for a bit but she/he will be Bach soon.” When Liszt left kanae spoke. “Hey ludwig,” while staring into Beethoven blue eyes. He said “could you say that again?” “Ludwig?” “I really like that kanae and you are free to call me that. I also have always preferred that name if I’m being honest.” “Well saying beeths is a habit, but I’m sure to break it.” “Thank you and Hey kanae, this had me thinking. Could you go out like on a date with me?” She was taken aback but since she had butterflies when with him, she happily accepted. “Yes Ludwig I would love too.”

CHAPTER TWO: A PERFECT DAY

Beethoven and Kanae planned the date a few days later on Saturday, at a nearby restaurant. It was a Japanese and German cuisine that gave our free meals to couples over 18 on saturdays and you know they took advantage of that. Beethoven even laughed in kanaes ear and whispered. “Don’t we look good together we sure sell it.” He giggled. “It is fate!!” He yelled. All eyes were on them for a few moments and they then returned to picking at their food. Beethoven decided to ordered German fries and Gyoza and Kanae ordered ramen with bavarian pretzels. The two came to a conclusion on desert, a milkshake with two straws. While eating Kanae wanted to start talking so they brought up random things like favorite foods , colors and animals. Eventually Kanae expressed she missed Wagner. “You know beethos san, I really miss Wagner and I know sosuke misses pad kun and dvorak.” “Well I kind of hate the little brat. He tried to kill me remember?” “I can see where you’re coming from. I even stopped talking to him for a while but now that he’s sixteen, we’ve reconnected.” “I guess people deserve second chances.” As the two continues to talk, she couldn’t help but get lost in his eyes and felt like kissing him so, she did! “Woah girl.” “Same to you ludwig.” “What was that for.” He joked. “I just got lost in your eyes… and your gorgeous personality, and how your so gifted except at gyoza.” She chuckled. “Kanae, I can say the same for you. Your beautiful, fearce, pretty hot when your angry, but I’d like to let you remember that I’ll always be here for you.” ears welled in her eyes and she grabbed his hand. He blushed and gave her a warm smile. “Where should we go next?” “I love that idea beethos. How about a date to the beach soon.”

It was around 3 days later and so they went to the mall together for new swimwear since they both needed some. She picked a cute orange two piece and he got red swim trunks. In the car, kanae decided to let Ludwig drive. Since she has been giving him lessons that he’s excelled at. On the way his body involuntarily put his hand on her thigh and she blushed but held it on there. “I-uh kanae?” “It’s okay beethos.. I like it!” Man was he smooth. The two frolicked about on the beach playing shark and Marco Polo and even got some ice cream they shared. They took turns licking it…. Kisses be like….. “Girl, you have ice cream on your face.” He wipes it with a napkin. Out of knowwhete Liszt yells its love! And did her lil moaning music thing. “LOVE IS MUSIC!!” And she had everyone dance. The history books say Beethoven couldn’t dance on beet(heheh) but he was still a good dancer with Kanae. After it ended Beethoven kissed Kanae and she drove deeper into it. They end up making out on the secluded side of the beach. He loved her and would make sure to tell her soon. Liszt walked up with Chopin and Bach and Tchaikovsky and just about everyone saying”I Won ThE BET! Two weeks ago we made the bet he’ll make a move and I won!! “Hey you used Musik tho that’s cheating” said bada. “In this case I would like to announce for Bach and akira that they are dating!” “LISZT SAN!!” LWho hoooo said everyone (Kanae and Beethoven still blushing and embarrassed) Then Tchaikovsky said “damn it I missed my shot but bada, would you like to date me too? We’ve been together so long we are practically an old married couple. Also your beautiful and so dominant.” “Sure but if you drink more no more claskey klasky again!” And they kissed too. “SO MucH LoVe. ITS TOO MUCH!” Liszt said almost fainting. “Cho Chan come here “ and she hugged and kissed him. He blushed so hard and was murmuring stuff to himself. Well we are all couples now so how about y’all said Liszt ? Beethoven and Kanae said, you know what let’s give us a try! And they kissed once more. “bEETHoVeEn SeNpAi!!!! Help me Mozart is trying to kiss me and charm me over! I won’t be seduced by him please save me!!” “you can deal with this beethos.” And kanae walked away. “He probably likes you. You’ll fall to his charms eventually schubert.” “NOO PLEaSE HELP ME SENPAI!”

Beethoven looked at Schubert like a cockroach which had happened to just have latched onto his leg. “AH! Get off,” he yelled.

“KANAE, PLEASE WAIT,” said Beethoven, still attempting shaking Schubert off of his leg, “GIRL DON’T LEAVE ME HERE WITH THIS MANIAC!”

A/N: PART TWO COMING SOON

Shane and Ryan

THIS IS PEAK FRIENDSHIP ENERGYY!! From the days of buzzfeed from this-

TO THIS- THE GHOUL BOYS ARE BACK YALL!!!

BUT WE CANT sever forget about the Shane demon lore and “This is a case for C.C tinsley!”I low key love theese twooo

Classicaloid Oneshot

An interaction of the classicaloids in the house:

Beethoven-“Gyoza, the flavor is like a timpani, the way it’s wrapped, the fillings, and the fl-flavor!! Makes me want to say SPIELEN WIR UNSERE MU”

Kanae-“THERE WILL BE NONE OF THAT. UNLESS YOU PAY FOR THE DAMAGES.”

Suddenly the door bursts open

Wagner- “WHATS UP ITS ME YA BOI! WA KUN THE HOTTEST THING SINCE BEETHOS BURNT GYOZA!!”

“GET YOUR REVOLUTION ASS OUT OF HERE. HOW DARE YOU TALK ABOUT MY GYOZA!”

Mozart- He’s not wrong beethos. But he’s annoying and so I say. “YOU NEED TO LEAVE”

Kanae- “There will be none of that. Wa kun just sit down.”

Liszt- “kanae, kitten, I normally LOVE LOVE but this boy is evil!”

Chopin- “he’s very mean. I’m going back to my room now.”

Schubert- HE MAKES FUN OF ME AND BEETHOVEN SENPAI.

Kanae: Sucks to suck. As long as you don’t pay rent, he’s free to do whatever he pleases.

KANAE!!!!

Phantom troupe plays Games!

This is a short little one shot about the phantom troupe playing some games together! Jenga, Uno, you name it!! Enjoy!

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"Alright, whose turn is it?" Chrollo asked, glancing around the crowded table. The Phantom Troupe had gathered in the quiet lull of their latest hideout, the low murmur of the outside world a gentle backdrop to their camaraderie. The room was dimly lit, casting flickering shadows from the candles scattered across the floor and walls.

Shalnark and Phinks exchanged a knowing look, their hands hovering over the Jenga

"Let's go again, Chrollo” Phinks grinned, his eyes glinting with mischief. "We're feeling lucky tonight."

Machi and Pakunoda giggled softly to themselves, watching the tension build as the two men took turns removing wooden blocks. “I wonder who will win again paku?” “Definitely not Uvogin or feitan that’s for sure.

The tower wobbled precariously, and Uvogin slammed his fist on the table. "This is ridiculous! How do you keep winning, Shizuku?"

“Really at Jenga, everybody except the loser wins, but if you must know.”

Shizuku shrugged, her dark eyes gleaming with amusement. "It's all about precision and patience," she said sweetly, blowing a strand of hair from her face. "You should try it sometime, Uvogin."

The room erupted in laughter, the tension momentarily broken. Uvogin's scowl deepened, but even he couldn't help but chuckle. “Whatever Shizuku.”

The air was thick with good-natured rivalry as the games continued. They had been playing for hours, the night stretching on into the early hours of the morning. The clatter of plastic and the shuffle of cards filled the space as they moved from Jenga to Monopoly and then to Uno.

The stakes were high, each victory met with cheers and groans, as if they were fighting for their lives rather than mere bragging rights.

“SHALNARK ILL GIVE YOU 1 MILLION JENNY! IF YOU BEAT ME IN ONE ON ONE UNO!” Phinks yelled with excitement. “OKAY PHINKS!! I CAN’T WAIT TO SHOP!

Nobunaga, ever the chill presence, leaned back in his chair, watching the games unfold with a lazy smile. "You know, I miss the days when we didn't have to play games to pass the time," he mused, stroking his chin. "But this isn't so bad either."

"Oh, come on, Nobunaga," Hisoka teased, flipping a card onto the Uno pile. "Where's the fun in that? Besides, you know I'd miss our little gatherings if we weren't playing something. Probaly would be stalking Gon~"

Feitan, whose irritation was palpable, glared at the flamboyant clown. "If you don't shut up about Gon, I'm going to turn this game into a real battle royale."

Hisoka's smile grew wider, his eyes never leaving the cards in his hand. "Oh, you're on edge tonight, Feitan. Did the Jenga tower collapse one too many times?"

Feitan's eyes narrowed, his grip tightening on his cards. "Keep it up, and you'll be the one regretting it."

Ignoring the threat, Hisoka leaned closer to the table, his crimson hair brushing the edge. "Tell us more about this 'special' thing you see in Gon, will you? Maybe it's his ability to annoy everyone so much that they want to fight him?"

The group chuckled, but Chrollo remained thoughtful, stroking the spine of his book. "Gon's potential is indeed intriguing. It's a wild card we can't overlook."

Shizuku's eyes flickered to Chrollo, a hint of respect in her gaze. "You're right, Chrollo. He's got something… different about him. An indomitable spirit.”

Uvogin rolled his eyes. "Spare me the poetic crap. He's just a kid with a death wish and a giant heart."

Machi and Pakunoda giggled again, placing their bets on the next round of Uno. The colorful cards danced in the candlelight as they played, each trying to outwit the others.

"You're all just jealous," Hisoka said, laying down a Reverse card. "I mean, I've seen the boy In action. But my little fruit is still unripe~ I’m itching for the day he becomes a man "

Uvogin's hand hovered over his hand, his eyes narrowed. "If he's so special, why don't you go play with him instead of bothering us?" “That wouldn’t be fun, I toyed with him and Killua last week.” He whined.

Shizuku’s smirk grew as she placed her next card. "Because we're here, enjoying ourselves, Uvogin. Besides, it's not every day we get to see you so… human."

The room quieted as Uvogin's scowl darkened. He slammed his hand down on the table, causing the tower to wobble again. "I'm not playing this kids' game anymore," he growled, pushing his chair back. "I'm going out for a smoke with Nobunaga.”

Nobunaga nodded, setting his cards aside. "Alright, let's go," he said, standing up with a stretch. The two friends made their way to the balcony, the cool night air a welcome relief from the stifling tension inside.

"You must like that kid, don't you?" Uvogin said, his voice gruff as he lit a blunt. “I’ve taken a liking to him, while you were away I asked him to join the troupe. But he declined.” Nobunaga chuckled.

“Seems like him, he’s not cut out for a life like this anyways.”

Inside, the games had reached a fever pitch. Feitan's frustration had boiled over, and he was now glaring at Shizuku, who had just won another round of Uno. "You're cheating," he accused, slamming his cards down.

Shizuku's smile never wavered, her eyes on her cards. "You're just not observant enough, Feitan," she said, placing a Reverse card with a flourish. The room fell silent as the tension grew.

"Maybe we should take a break," Chrollo suggested, standing up and moving to the kitchen. "I've got something that might improve everyone's mood."

Moments later, he returned with a tray of freshly baked brownies, the sweet aroma filling the room. “I suppose we should have a break.” Feitans eyes flared.

“Phinks! Go get the liquor for me.” Shalnark exclaimed. “Okay! Be right back.”

"Who wants the first brownie?" Chrollo offered, a knowing smile playing on his lips.

Feitan's hand shot up, snatching one before anyone else could. "I'm not letting you win just because you baked us treats," he snarled, eyeing Shizuku suspiciously.

Shizuku took a brownie, her expression calm. "I'm not worried," she said, taking a bite and savoring the rich chocolate. "I play fair and square."

"It's not about winning or losing, Feitan," Chrollo said, placing the tray in the center of the table. "It's about the thrill of the game." He offered a brownie to Feitan, who grudgingly took one. “Besides feitan, youlll get your fun torturing somebody later.” “I guess you’re right Machi.”

“SPEAKING OF DELICIOUS TREATS MY GO~” “SHUT THE FUCK UP HISOKA!” Feitan yelled. “Fine how rude, I’m telling my Illumi.” He scoffed at the short man.

“moving forward, somebody go get Uvogin and Nobunaga so we can talk game plan for the Yorknew city auction.” Chrollo ordered.

In 15 days, the Yorknew city auction would take place. Hisoka would be plotting against the troupe and one of their own would be taken from them. But who?

It was times like these, that they would never know they took for granted. But they’d have fun doing them, with the only family they have.

The phantom troupe.