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Bonus epilog
Chrollo, Feitan, and a very pregnant Bonnie sat in the shade of the old church waiting for Phinks to return with Nobunaga whom they hadn't seen in over two years. Chrollo had his eye on some gold coins a mobster had blackmailed from someone. Bonnie wanted the Troupe to donate to a children's hospital in York New. Win-win: there would be enough for that and some leftover to splurge on.
Chrollo and Bonnie talked in low tones about their plan. Feitan dozed underneath his scarf, his left hand on Bonnie’s thigh, and a little black haired boy - about two and also sound asleep - slung over his right shoulder like a sack of meal. Another sturdy boy, about five, was nearby. He had straight black hair long enough so that his mother had tied it up, and fine grey eyes that tipped up at the edges. He held a wooden katana and was terrorizing the local foliage.
Two little girls, one light, one dark, both about four, sat in the dust and chattered happily.
“My daddy is so tall!” said the one with wavy black hair and huge green eyes.
“My daddy is taller,” said the blonde matter of factly.
“Everyone is taller than my papa” said the dark one.
The two giggled and Bonnie glanced at Feitan, hoping he hadn't heard. The dark girl skipped up to Chrollo. “Daddy? Who is taller, You or uncle Phinks?”
Chrollo caressed the girl lovingly. “Definitely Uncle phinks, Kai. He’s even taller than Uncle Hisoka.”
It was Chrollo's turn to glance at the dozing man in black. Feitan would start breaking things if he heard Hisoka given uncle status.
Suddenly two figures loomed out of the dust and heat.
“Daddy!” the blonde girl screamed and launched herself at the tall figure of Phinks who swept her up and over his head. “What is it, Phebes? You'd think I was gone for days and not a few hours!”
“Nobunaga!” Chrollo said, standing. “I thought Phinks had gotten you lost.”
The two men embraced then Nobunaga focussed on Bonnie.
“Bonnie!” he said, “Another?!”
Bonnie stroked her belly and smiled a cheshire cat smile.
“What do you expect?” Phinks boomed. “They do it, like, twice a day. Like goddamned rabbits.”
“What rabbits, Daddy?” the blond girl asked from her perch on Phinks’s shoulders.
Phinks blushed. “Oh nothing, Phoebe love. Daddy was just …”
“Uncle Feitan says sometimes your mouth doesn't know when to stop.” Phoebe said helpfully.
Chrollo and Nobunaga stifled chuckles and Phinks went brick red.
“UH … Yeah. That’s right my Phoebe love.” He slung her gently down to the ground.
“Tan.” Bonnie said,” Come meet Uncle Nobu”
The older boy came close. He moved like his father, like a predator. He fixed the tall skinny man in his storm grey gaze, swept the katana respectfully out of the way, and bowed.
Nobunaga bent and gripped his shoulder. “Impressive. Every bit your father’s son. And you will have a warrior's hair soon!” he said indicating his own straight black locks tied up at the back of his head.
The baby on Feitan's shoulder suddenly sneezed and woke, Feitan waking with him. The small man grinned at the little boy and spoke in Chinese. The baby squealed and tried to eat a fistful of Feitan’s hair.
“Fei!”
“Nobu.”
“This one wasn’t born when we met last.” Nobunaga said. The baby turned to look at him, cat like eyes a stunning green, but quickly lost interest. He abandoned Feitan’s hair and began chewing on his skull scarf instead.
“God, yours look just like you,” Nobunaga said. “Nothing of Bonnie except the eyes.”
“Personality.” Feitan grunted, sitting up. “And brains. They good. Smart. Compassionate.”
“Oh don’t even try to be all big, bad, Gen’ei Ryodan.” Bonnie laughed.
“Am bad.” said Feitan. He leaned over to her chair. “And parts of me big. Wanna see?”
Bonnie giggled and they kissed slowly and deeply until the baby protested being squashed between them.
“See?!” Phinks said. “See that? That’s why they have a herd of kids!”
The dark haired girl, Kai, appeared at Feitan’s elbow flashing her best smile. “Papa, can I hold the baby?” Feitan glanced at Bonnie and the clever Kai realised she was losing. She stomped her foot and turned to Chrollo. “Daddy! Get Papa to let me hold Lau!”
“I wanna hold Lau, too, Unca Chrollo!” wailed Phoebe.
Chrollo stood and every child stilled. “OK lets all just go in where it's cool.” Chrollo lifted the plump baby off of Feitan and cuddled him close. “Now. Who wants me to read to them?” And the leader of the infamous Gen’ei Ryodan went inside the abandoned church like the pied piper, surrounded by children.