Title: Protected
Autor: BaiFeng333
Summary:Senritsu notes with horror, how far Kurapika would go to protect the people who are important to him. (KurapikaxSenritsu) (Dark fic/Horror)
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"No."

Senritsu could tell the very exact moment when Kurapika really understood her answer, because his heart made a totally uncomprehending Hopper, a sound like a suddenly roar of thunder in the normally serene and calm Melody of his Heartbeat.
The young man blinked, confused, yes, totally puzzled: "Excuse me?"
"You heard me…" the young women's little hands played uncertainly, even nervously with the brim of the hat on her lap and for a short moment her brown eyed gaze drifted agitated out of the car window into the nightly landscape outside of the car, while she felt the brim nearly rip under her fussed pulling: "I said no, Kurapika."
Kurapika opened his mouth to say something, his heart sang a song of distaste, but this time she was faster, so she explained herself: "Listen: some kilometers ago, we past a sign that said that there are some Rooms free for rent, along with breakfast. Doesn't that sound great…?"
Senritsu never had been a woman to bewitch a man to get what she wanted, even before the curse, she always found that this was far beneath her dignity, so she was very surprised when she noticed how enticing and coaxing her melodic voice sounded. While she talked, it sounds like a tempting whisper, or a sweet purring, like the song of a charming songbird:

"I think, it sounds much better than another night on the backseat. Just imagine…your own bed to lie in…a nice breakfast…it would be good for us…it would be good for you, after the events of the past few days."

'At least it would be good for me…' the young woman thought secretly to herself and she twisted her ugly deformed face to an agonized smile.

From the corner of her eye she could see Kurapika narrowing his eyes to slender disapproving slits and at that moment she was very thankful that the young man had to watch the dark street before them, because she knew that he would have stared her down with this prohibiting gaze until she was nothing more than a miserable and viewless picture of misery.

He did that often enough in the past weeks after they left York shin, so the young woman knew by now that she would have not a single chance against his stubborn pigheadedness.

"You don't have to leave the…"packet" in the car, Kurapika. You can take it with you to your room if you want it to be safe…" Her voice was just a soft whisper, so friendly and lulling like a charming sing-song.
The special "packet", which was so important for the young Kuruta, lay on the backseat and stared at them with dead lifeless scarlet eyes in a preservation-tank through the thick paper of it's packing.

For this lifeless glare, Kurapika had driven for four days through the country.
If Senritsu wouldn't have accompanied him and permanently reminded him that he had to sleep and eat his journey would have ended-when tiredness and exhaustion overwhelmed him- soon BEFORE or INa tree at the roadside.

Senritsu actually knew how to drive a car, but her feet no longer reached the gas or brake pedals, she ended up for the past four nights convoluted in some thin blankets on the backseat of the car together with Kurapika, to give him at least rudimentarily the feeling of safety.

Because the thought of the scarlet eyes, the stolen eyes of his family- brought back Kurapika's nightmares, and the last four nights the nightmares held him firmly in its dark claws like holding a fearful child.
A fearful child that hasn't after all forgotten how to fight because, like Kurapika was really held between black claws of a monster, he whined, and rolled himself in his sleep like he could escape his nightmares like that.
But then he woke up in the middle of the night just to hear her silent breathing next to him, and then he knew that it was just a nightmare, and he was not lying, lost again in the burned remains of his home village, but he was lying next to the living and sleeping young woman.
And sometimes, when it was really, really late at night and she heard his scared gasp when he woke up from his nightmare again, being to husky to scream, and he thought she was sleeping, she can feel his hand on her face and the same hand fondled down to her sternal to feel her chest going up and down softly like he wants to make sure that she was really breathing and alive.

So her presence was at least good for him.
But, Senritsu haven't been sleeping for the whole time.
Because in the moment when Kurapika finally falls asleep it seems that he grows new legs and arms that's only purpose was to punch and kick her during his nightmares.

Senritsu was a patient and gently young women, she bore the pain when her whole body was shattered, ripped and deformed as the Sonata of Darkness demand her tribute from her for listening to its cursed sound, and then left her there half-dead, her left arm burned to the bones and the rest of her body deformed.
And she bore the pain when she watched her best friend dying, as he had to pay his very own price for playing the cursed music piece.
But besides all of this, she wasn't so patient and gentle that she could bear ANOTHER night of which's end she would be bruised and felt like being cruelest abused.
"Come on, Kurapika. The sign said that we have to drive off at the next exit…" Senritsu chuckled triumphantly when Kurapika just sighed theatrically, tilting his head back.
But then drove to the next exit to follow her proposal.
"I have the feeling that I will really regretthis..." the young man mumbled moodily, but Senritsu just laughed and patted softly and cheerfully at his slender shoulder: "Thank you, and no, you won't regret this."

It wasn't long before the bright car-lights brushed over the dark outlines of a little farm and the little farm seemed at that moment so surreal and enchanted like the blurred silhouettes of a little witch house.
Shouldering their bags, they got out of the car and while they strolled over the empty courtyard the cold autumn wind welcomed them with an icy whiff.

Kurapika seemed not to be bothered by it, the opposite of this, the cold air seemed to be good for him because he took some deep breaths from the frigid breeze greedily, like from refreshing spring water.

But Senritsu just twitched back for a moment, as she felt the coldness fondle up from her ankle to her hips, like the awkward touch of an overzealous lover.
She was too young for this experience and so she just convulsed with timid unwillingness, a reaction to the coldness, which made Kurapika chuckle quietly.
"YOU don't want to stay in the car, Senritsu." He mentioned just a little bit gleefully and the young woman smiled, laughing: "But I won't take it back. It's much better than to let you drive any longer."
"Well, I CANdrive." He answered barley, but she just laughed loud cheeky: "In your dreams, Kurapika. I just remember the time in York shin…"

Quickly, before the young man would change his mind, Senritsu knocked at the old wood door.
It took just a short moment before the door was opened ajar, and the round and pretty face of a young girl appeared shyly in the gap to blink at both of them sleepily.

"Hello?" she asked, and she seemed to be somehow taken by surprise as she looked at the newcomers and for a short moment her glare went to the dark of night behind Kurapika and Senritsu, as if she thought that a monster would jump outside of the gloom.

TBC...

BaiFeng: I still think the beginning is boredom. But maybe because I know how the story will end.
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