Hunter X Hunter Fan Fiction: The Funeral Bride

I used to be a person, but now they call me 9527… They call me the perfect creation…the perfect 9527. No doubts, no desires, no defiance, no heart…the perfect tool…But the truth is, there is something I want… Can you give it to me? Can you give me what I want? Chrollo… This is probably the Allison who most closely matches the one I imagined. I want to write a realistic portrayal of the leader: dark, clever, dangerous, and fond of putting on an act (laughs~) Please note! This story takes a realistic approach, so the tone leans somewhat dark. But I'm not being dark for darkness's sake, nor am I writing suffering for suffering's sake. Everything is the truth as I imagine it: the Hunter world as I imagine it. Readers looking for a lighthearted story may want to steer clear. Part One: A Conspiracy Brings Us Together The language of the balloon flower is tenderness, obedience, honesty, and faithful love. The lisianthus represents elegance, beauty, and vigilance. Which flower did he give her? For now, you keep my secret. For now, I keep yours. Until we have uncovered everything, please remain silent. Part Two: Parting So We Can Meet Again