Your POV

I hugged the coal-eyed man and pecked my little (lip/color) lips onto his cold cheek happily. It certainly was a blessing from the gods that I was destined to meet with these people. Regardless of their criminal backgrounds, for me, I think it is far much better to die being loved rather than to die being ignored.  I smiled and hugged him again. "Great grandfather!" I purred slightly, making the expressionless leader chuckled lightly.

"Why, who is this cute girl?" a shrilly voice cooed at the back of the abandoned ruins, and I saw a short, old man, or at least I think he is, running towards me in full speed but stopped in time in front of me just a few meters away. It looks like he wears a shady gray-blueish dress.

She definitely needs a complete makeover.

As usual, I shook my head out of blue to prevent some thoughts washing me away from the reality. "I'm Y/N. Y/N S/N." I bowed respectively to the old man and wierdly, it seemed to have an irkmark on his forehead. Others started to cracked up with laughter, making grandpa's (Phinks) voice the loudest in the group.

"Hey! I am not old!" He scolded and wept silently, making my brain utterly confused. He IS an old man. 

Aunt Pakky curiously asked. "What makes you think of that, my dear?" I whispered to Pakky. "He talks like one, and smells like one." and giggled, making the old man fumed with smokes out of his ears.

"Hey! I heard that!" he pouted, making me laughing and mewled. "I'm joking. Heck, you're not even a human! Who are you?" I questioned him out of blue.

"*Watashi wa Kortopi des!" he bragged, and waited for me to react. Wait, what am I suppose to do? I raised my eyebrow and he fell and lying still on the dirty floor.

"Er, is he okay?" I poked his face and he still lying on the floor as if a meteor had hit him in the face.

Great-grandfather (Chrollo) assured. "Nah, it's okay, Y/N. First things first," He paused and took his Nookya Loomia (Nokia Lumia) and dialed a number. I wonder what he's calling. That's when something hit me and I gasped. 

Why would they dare to call in public? Do they know the consequences of that? Do they even know police nowadays could track phones? My mind was floating with unspeakable questions like a tidal wave hit on a beach, and those questions may be solved with various range of answers.

By now, everyone was looking at me with different weird expressions.

Third Person's POV

Little did she know, Shalnark was standing and stared at her for a while now, and shook his head. 

Looks like she was too worried. I wasn't really surprised about that. Shalnark sighed with a smile and his right hand gently landed on her left shoulder. She flinched and quickly turned her head and saw him, little shock was readable on his innocent face. 

"Y/N, don't worry. The public isn't capable of hurting us." Shalnark beamed with reassurance and you eyed him anxiously. "Not a scratch?"

"Nope. Not even a little scratch. That's how we roll, Y/N." he gave you a thumbs up and you could heard Chrollo's calm-like voice and the call ended. You could tell that he was a bit disappointed at first because he was gripping his phone a bit too tightly, making the phone crack. He rolled his eyes and closed his eyes for a moment. "Looks like we're having little trouble to have a comfy house for Y/N. The owner just said that the house would fit for a few people. Shalnark."

"*Hai, Chrollo-sama." Shalnark, who was smiling at you, blinked and looked at Chrollo, waiting for orders.

"Find a comfy house for Y/N." he commanded formally, making the blonde boy nodded with agreement. You sneezed and Shalnark went to check your forehead. Out of the blue, you started to shuffle your hands together to produce heat and you shivered. The temperature was freezing cold around the church ruins and you rattled your teeth. You felt your fingers started to get numb and your cheeks flushed because of the flu.

"She's cold." Shal notified with a frown, making Chrollo open his huge dark cloak and cover it around your sensitive, petite body making you felt warm once more, your freezing fingers were now started to become toasted fingers in an instant.

"First things first, we're going to provide Y/N a special place for her to live and train."