Disclaimer: Hunter X Hunter dose not belong to me, neither do any of its
characters. I am just a fan of the series who likes it enough to spend time
writing fanfiction on it ^^ so enjoy and such =P
Additional Notes: Okay you may want to read this before starting into the story. As you might want to be informed that for this particular series of HxH fanfiction I am writing, Kurapika is a girl. I've done plenty of fics with Kurapika as a guy (and fics where you just don't know what he is) and I wanted to write one with Kurapika as a girl. So if you have a problem with that, don't read simple as that.
This fic also deals with the tender area of Kurapika's past =/ I know it's not an easy thing to write about and pass off as believable but I will try my best to see if I can make a past for Kurapika that will work and not distort the story too much. I also know that this isn't the first time a fic on Kura-chan's past has been produced, but I still think that it will defiantly hold some kind of originality in it.
Oh yes, I almost forgot, there is a paring in here. sorta I guess. Kurapika X Kuroro
Keep in mind that this is also my first time writing a fic that's not a humor fic YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED with all that said and done (I believe that is everything) enjoy the story ^^
Hunter X Hunter Can You Remember Tears?
Chapter Seven
Kurapika sat quietly among the other younger members of the Kurata tribe. This time Takara was at the head of the class giving them their lecture, or actually, reading a lecture from a book. Classes with Takara didn't happen very often, because Takara herself, even though she was deeply in love with books, was unbelievably disorganized when it came to teaching lessons.
Takara was not quit her cheery self. Instead of reading her book to the others with great love and curiosity, she mumbled through them, as if they didn't interest her anymore. Even the people she was reading to looked bored. If the person reading wasn't interested, how could the people who were listening be?
Kurapika looked to be in the same mood as the boys and even the girls attending the class. They were all itching for it to finish. Since Ichiro's death the boy hadn't had a full time instructor anymore, and where forced to work with the girls until Ichiro could be replaced.
Ichiro. It had been three days. three days since Ichiro's murder. Three days since Kuroro's strange reaction to finding Kurapika was a member of the Kurata clan. Why would Kuroro give a reaction like that? And when Kurapika had asked him about it he had given her no answer at all. If he knew something about what was happening why wouldn't he tell her?
Kurapika wanted to go back and question him on the situation. but it had been impossible for her to leave the village. That night was the last night she had been able to slip away. Now everyone was watchful, and one wrong move would alert the whole village.
She turned towards Sakri, who looked as he would go mad if he had to be cooped up and forced to listen to this boring lecture any longer. Despite everything that had happened he still wanted to become a hunter. Soon he would disappear for Kurapika's life as well. It had been three days already, there was a good possibility that Kuroro had already left. of course Kurapika wouldn't be alone, after all she had her entire tribe... but still.
Sakri was quick to notice that Kurapika was staring at him. He lifted his head gazing back in her direction talking in a low voice as to not interrupt the lecture. "What?"
Kurapika turned away from him, she really didn't have anything to say to him, no use is getting in trouble for talking during a lecture for nothing. She frowned turning back. Then again. it would be nice to talk to someone about things. She opens her mouth to say something but is interrupted.
"What is it Kurapika? You look like you're able to say something." Takara interrupted her, choosing a most inconvenient moment to look up from her book at he class.
Kurapika's attention is once again on the instructor, slightly flushed over haven been caught not paying attention. "No Takara-sensei. I was just."
"Where you planning on commenting on my lesson?"
"No, not at all. I mean. not a bad complaint or no. a comment. I was just. and." She sighs giving up, she couldn't come up with a well enough excuse, and she had been caught off her guard too quickly.
"Where you even listening?"
Kurapika nodded her head. "I was. but I really couldn't tell you what you where reading to us."
"Why's that?"
"Because. Takara-sensei is mumbling too much. I can't understand a word you're saying."
Takara narrowed her eyes, closing her book. Kurapika looked nervous, perhaps that wasn't the right thing for her to say. Takara lowers her head addressing the class. "You're dismissed. My lecture is finished for the day."
Everyone looks relived for it to be over with, small cheers could be heard as everyone got up and started heading out of the room. Takara's voice interrupting the happy chatter. "Kurapika. stay here for a moment. I need to talk to you."
Kurapika leans her head back in annoyance. It HAD been the wrong thing for her to say. Soon the room was cleared out and only Kurapika and Takara where left. Kurapika turned back towards her, and apologetic look on her face. "I'm sorry."
Takara shook her head, placing her book down. "No. it's alright. I could tell I was mumbling. but did nothing to fix it."
"Then why are you keeping me here..?"
Takara smiled warmly at her. "I need someone to talk to. do you have a minuet?"
Kurapika nodded her head, it sounded like a personal matter. Kurapika had never talked to Takara about such things like that before. she was an instructor, and instructors seldom held such conversations with their students. Of course there was Ichiro who Kurapika had talked to about personal matters, but that was different. as Ichiro hadn't been a teacher long and Kurapika would often talk to him about such things before he was ever regarded as one.
Takara walked up to Kurapika sitting down next to her. "How are things for you?" She smiles running her hands through Kurapika's short hair. "Did you even get the boys back for doing this to you?"
Kurapika shook her head, smiling slightly. "I didn't bother, Hisa-sensei gave them more then enough punishment, besides. I don't mind having it short."
"Really? I hope she wasn't too harsh on them."
"No, she yelled more at Ichiro-sensei then she had at them so-" She stopped. that had probably also been the wrong thing to say. perhaps it was better for her to keep quiet in situations like this.
Takara lowered her head. "Do you miss him?"
Kurapika lowered her head, of course she did, how was she supposed to answer a question like that? Takara smiles at her. "You know. you where always Ichiro's favorite. When you where born Ichiro was only a little older then you are right now. You where the only baby that didn't cry when he went near them. so he would often come visit and play with you. Whenever you made an accomplishment Ichiro would brag about you. your first step. your first word. Everything."
Kurapika looked surprised. This was the first time anyone had told her something like this, she knew of course that she and Ichiro were close, she had just not realized how close until Takara had mention it. "What about Sakri? I thought he was Ichiro's favorite student."
"Of course Sakri was, but that doesn't mean you weren't still one of his favorites." She sighed lifting her hand, brushing the tears off her face. "It's hard to believe. he was such a lively person."
Kurapika looked down at the ground. It was still hard to believe. Ichiro wasn't a weak member of the tribe, yet he had been killed! It was a fact Kurapika couldn't get out of her head, as burning at the fact that his eyes where missing. To find someone dead was one thing. but this.
She thought back to Kuroro's surprised reaction to finding out she was a member of the Kurata clan. What was the significance in that information to him, why would he react in such a way then not tell her his reasons? Could he have something to do with what had happened? No, that was impossible, Ichiro had need been dead long when Kurapika had found him and Kurapika had been with Kuroro before hand, it couldn't have been him, it had to have been someone else.
"Crimson eyes." Takara muttered quietly catching Kurapika's attention once again. "There where rumors of someone searching for the crimson eyes of the Kurata clan."
"Rumors? From who? I haven't heard them before."
"I think. that's why Ichiro's eyes where missing. and I think that's why he was killed."
This didn't make sense, why would someone kill Ichiro for his eyes. Unique as they where it was still no reason to kill someone solely for the purpose of taking them. What use would a pair of crimson eyes do? But then again. Ichiro's eyes where missing. but that didn't mean that they where crimson at the time. Ichiro would have to be in a fight to get mad enough for his eyes to turn crimson. She stopped thinking any farther. "Ichiro had been in a battle before he was killed."
That's right, there had been traces of a battle taken place, and Ichiro's body was badly wounded. It also looked as if the battle had taken a fair amount of time. they didn't kill him until Ichiro's eyes finally did turn crimson.
"It's all about our crimson eyes." Even Kuroro had reacted to her eyes changing crimson, did he know that someone was targeting a Kurata for such a purpose? "But. why would you even want them.? It's not like eyes can be used in anyway. there's no purpose but to just take them. no one can be that cruel. can they?"
Takara didn't say a word more. Kurapika again repeated her question. "Can they?"
*******
"Genei Ryodan." Sakri informed her between bites. Eating a sandwich while on his break from repairing the roof of one of the few Kurata buildings.
Kurapika ran the new word through her mind, not quiet sure what Sakri meant buy it. "Genei Ryodan? What's that?"
"Not what, who. A group of people who are nothing but bad news. There's been a rumor that they may be around this area. If anyone would kill Ichiro just to collect his eyes it's without a doubt them."
"How come everyone hears these rumors but me?"
"You're never around to hear them! You keep wandering off." He frowned leaning his head back. "To tell you the truth I don't know anything about them. well... except from what I've told you. and that really isn't much. I'm sure that if you looked into it you could find out more information. It's should be easy for you, you're good at things like that." He scratches the back of his head. "But. it's been three days already since Ichiro. well." He avoided saying it, jumping past the word. "It's couldn't have been them, it's just people over reacting. If it really was someone like the Genei Ryodan they would have attacked someone else by now, people like them don't sit around and wait, what would be the point for them to wait?"
Kurapika turned her head to the side. "I guess so. I'm probably just looking into things too much again."
"Don't worry yourself over such things, problems like this aren't for you to solve. Relax, think of something else. I know it's sad and it's a terrible thing to have happened. but you can't let it drag you down. If you let it drag you down, you're just going to end up making yourself miserable."
Kurapika nodded her head, it wasn't an easy thing to forget or set aside that was true, but it wasn't something she could forget just yet. not without finding out the reason and the person responsible. Kuroro knew about the Kurata clan, perhaps he would know what was happening. She should ask him if he knew anything. I he was still around. he did say he was going to leave soon.
Kurapika gets to her feet, turning to leave, Sakri's voice quickly stopping her. "Where do you think you're going?" Kurapika nervously turned back to him. Everyone in the village was still keeping an overprotective eye on her to be sure that she wouldn't leave. She had forgotten for a second that it wasn't that easy for her to get away anymore. "I. I was just going. Hisa-sensei. Hisa-sensei wanted me to do some things for her. I forgot until now. I should do them before she gets angry with me." She runs off, hoping to not discuss the mater any farther.
Was it actually going to be possible for her to be able to get away without anyone noticing? Of course it was when not so money people where on guard, but some had relaxed over the three days, maybe there really was a chance. It was already dusk, it wasn't that long till nightfall. once it got dark was usually when Hisa did her role call with the younger members of the clan before putting them under lock and key. She could just slip away now and come back before that. No one would be the wiser, it was simple wasn't it? Of course it was, no one would miss her and it wasn't as if she was particularly needed at the moment. Nothing bad could come out of her leaving for a short while right?
It didn't take long for Kurapika to slip her way past everyone. She was used to trying to sneak away from classes all the time, now her experience was finally coming into play. She stopped not far from the village. A cold feeling surrounding her. She slowly looked from side to side but found nothing of concern. Kurapika bit her bottom lip. It felt as if something was wrong. but everything looked fine. But. it felt as if someone was watching her. It was hard to explain really but that's what it felt like
He frowned as her actions, pushed forward and leaving despite her intuition. She was probably reluctant to leave the village because of what happened to Ichiro, and was absentmindedly making herself worry over nothing. She continued, not taking a second glance back.
An unfamiliar shadow watched the young girl leave, talking in a low tone. "She left the village. that's the signal."
*******
"Kuroro!! Oi!! Kuroro!!!" Kurapika stood where she had always met up with the stranger, and every time he had been there. but now when she actually needed him for something. She sighed hanging her shoulders. It looked as if he was already gone. "I wonder when he actually left. I was positive he would maybe have a clue as to what's happening."
Who was she kidding, even if Kuroro really did know what was happening why would he tell her. After all when Kurapika had first asked him about it she had gotten no response. What made her think she could get one now? Of course. it didn't really mater all that much as he wasn't even here anyways.
She closed her eyes turning towards the ground, for some reason Kuroro not being here hit her hard. why would she be so upset over a traveler leaving? It didn't make sense... it wasn't as if she didn't know he would leave from day, it wasn't a surprise to her. but still.
"Kurapika."
That voice! Kurapika quickly looked up from the ground to find Kuroro standing not that far from her. She smiled running up and standing next him. She had never felt so glad to see someone in her life. "Kuroro! You're still here! I thought that you left!" Her heart was beating quickly, how was it that she came to be so concerned over someone she barely knew? What did it mater really? He was here and had not left yet, that was good enough to satisfy her.
"You where looking for me?"
Looking? Kurapika had been so relived to see that Kuroro was still here that she had almost forgotten why she had come here in the first place. "That's right.. The other day. you mention the Kurata clan."
Kuroro's expression turned serious, Kurapika continued. "You looked upset about something. tell me. what do you know about the Kurata clan? Do you know about what happened to Ichiro-sensei?"
"Sensei? The one who was killed was your teacher?"
Kurapika nods her head. "You have to tell me. what do you know about the Kurata clan. and. if you know who might have done this. I know you know something."
Kuroro closed his eyes, placing his hand on his chin. "There could be a lot of possibilities to what happened? How are you sure that I'll be able to provide you with the right one?"
"Genei Ryodan" Kurapika interrupted him, hoping to maybe catch Kuroro flinch in recognition to the name, but still he stayed just as calm and still as ever.
"Genei Ryodan? Where did you hear about them?"
"You know about them too?"
"I know a fair amount of information on them, but why would you want it?"
"I." She stopped short, she barely knew a thing about this group of people, she had only heard of them once by word of mouth. yet she was convinced just by hearing Sakri say it. "I know they're the one's responsible."
Kuroro smiled at the young girls accusation. "You're quit smart for your age. To already figure out something like that. then again the Ryodan are a group of people that like to be known."
"They're after our crimson eyes! Nothing else, that's all they want!" She looks down at her feet trying to hold back her anger. "It's stupid. how could someone do that? For what reason? Why would they want our eyes!?" Again she was letting her anger get the better of her, and she could feel her eyes change to their crimson color.
Kuroro chuckled slightly knelling down next to her, carefully taking hold of her chin, making her look up at his face. "That answer is simple enough. It's quite obvious actually."
Kurapika could feel her heart beat faster, this was the first time she had seen his face so close to hers. She held her breath, searching for the answer she knew Kuroro had. "Why?"
"Beautiful." Kurapika stared at him, still unsure of the answer he was giving her. "The crimson eyes of the Kurata are one of the most beautiful things in the world."
Kurapika flushed slightly. Beauty? Whenever a member of the Kurata clan got mad enough for they're eyes to turn crimson beauty was the last thing on everyone's mind. Running for high ground to get away from the enraged individual was usually top on the priority list.
Kurapika gently pulled away from his grip. It was clear that Kuroro wasn't going to give her a strait answer, perhaps he really knew nothing more then what had had told her. She shook her head a little disappointed. "I should go back. everyone's probably looking for me."
Kuroro stops Kurapika by placing his hand on her shoulder. "I can't let you go back to your village right now."
"Why not?" Kurapika's body suddenly went limp as she fell unconscious.
Kuroro catches her before she hits the ground, his attack unnoticed, in fact it looked as if he had done nothing at all. And as deadly the speed for the attack was, Kurapika remained unharmed, just knocked out. He leans her against a tree getting up to leave. "Because. I don't want you to die."
END OF CHAPTER
Authors Notes: Waiii!! I must have gotten about 100 separate cases of writers block for this one x.x once I finished on paragraph, I didn't know how to start the next x.x Luckily I had a friend of mine cheering me on and ahem, threatening me to finish this chapter . so you should thank her for me finally being able to finish this chapter XD
What else is there. ga x.x my computer time is almost up x.x I have to make this quick. I guess there's really nothing right now. except thank you to the people who are reading and enjoying this fic ^^ you make all the work worth it!
-Kurapika L. Suki
Additional Notes: Okay you may want to read this before starting into the story. As you might want to be informed that for this particular series of HxH fanfiction I am writing, Kurapika is a girl. I've done plenty of fics with Kurapika as a guy (and fics where you just don't know what he is) and I wanted to write one with Kurapika as a girl. So if you have a problem with that, don't read simple as that.
This fic also deals with the tender area of Kurapika's past =/ I know it's not an easy thing to write about and pass off as believable but I will try my best to see if I can make a past for Kurapika that will work and not distort the story too much. I also know that this isn't the first time a fic on Kura-chan's past has been produced, but I still think that it will defiantly hold some kind of originality in it.
Oh yes, I almost forgot, there is a paring in here. sorta I guess. Kurapika X Kuroro
Keep in mind that this is also my first time writing a fic that's not a humor fic YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED with all that said and done (I believe that is everything) enjoy the story ^^
Hunter X Hunter Can You Remember Tears?
Chapter Seven
Kurapika sat quietly among the other younger members of the Kurata tribe. This time Takara was at the head of the class giving them their lecture, or actually, reading a lecture from a book. Classes with Takara didn't happen very often, because Takara herself, even though she was deeply in love with books, was unbelievably disorganized when it came to teaching lessons.
Takara was not quit her cheery self. Instead of reading her book to the others with great love and curiosity, she mumbled through them, as if they didn't interest her anymore. Even the people she was reading to looked bored. If the person reading wasn't interested, how could the people who were listening be?
Kurapika looked to be in the same mood as the boys and even the girls attending the class. They were all itching for it to finish. Since Ichiro's death the boy hadn't had a full time instructor anymore, and where forced to work with the girls until Ichiro could be replaced.
Ichiro. It had been three days. three days since Ichiro's murder. Three days since Kuroro's strange reaction to finding Kurapika was a member of the Kurata clan. Why would Kuroro give a reaction like that? And when Kurapika had asked him about it he had given her no answer at all. If he knew something about what was happening why wouldn't he tell her?
Kurapika wanted to go back and question him on the situation. but it had been impossible for her to leave the village. That night was the last night she had been able to slip away. Now everyone was watchful, and one wrong move would alert the whole village.
She turned towards Sakri, who looked as he would go mad if he had to be cooped up and forced to listen to this boring lecture any longer. Despite everything that had happened he still wanted to become a hunter. Soon he would disappear for Kurapika's life as well. It had been three days already, there was a good possibility that Kuroro had already left. of course Kurapika wouldn't be alone, after all she had her entire tribe... but still.
Sakri was quick to notice that Kurapika was staring at him. He lifted his head gazing back in her direction talking in a low voice as to not interrupt the lecture. "What?"
Kurapika turned away from him, she really didn't have anything to say to him, no use is getting in trouble for talking during a lecture for nothing. She frowned turning back. Then again. it would be nice to talk to someone about things. She opens her mouth to say something but is interrupted.
"What is it Kurapika? You look like you're able to say something." Takara interrupted her, choosing a most inconvenient moment to look up from her book at he class.
Kurapika's attention is once again on the instructor, slightly flushed over haven been caught not paying attention. "No Takara-sensei. I was just."
"Where you planning on commenting on my lesson?"
"No, not at all. I mean. not a bad complaint or no. a comment. I was just. and." She sighs giving up, she couldn't come up with a well enough excuse, and she had been caught off her guard too quickly.
"Where you even listening?"
Kurapika nodded her head. "I was. but I really couldn't tell you what you where reading to us."
"Why's that?"
"Because. Takara-sensei is mumbling too much. I can't understand a word you're saying."
Takara narrowed her eyes, closing her book. Kurapika looked nervous, perhaps that wasn't the right thing for her to say. Takara lowers her head addressing the class. "You're dismissed. My lecture is finished for the day."
Everyone looks relived for it to be over with, small cheers could be heard as everyone got up and started heading out of the room. Takara's voice interrupting the happy chatter. "Kurapika. stay here for a moment. I need to talk to you."
Kurapika leans her head back in annoyance. It HAD been the wrong thing for her to say. Soon the room was cleared out and only Kurapika and Takara where left. Kurapika turned back towards her, and apologetic look on her face. "I'm sorry."
Takara shook her head, placing her book down. "No. it's alright. I could tell I was mumbling. but did nothing to fix it."
"Then why are you keeping me here..?"
Takara smiled warmly at her. "I need someone to talk to. do you have a minuet?"
Kurapika nodded her head, it sounded like a personal matter. Kurapika had never talked to Takara about such things like that before. she was an instructor, and instructors seldom held such conversations with their students. Of course there was Ichiro who Kurapika had talked to about personal matters, but that was different. as Ichiro hadn't been a teacher long and Kurapika would often talk to him about such things before he was ever regarded as one.
Takara walked up to Kurapika sitting down next to her. "How are things for you?" She smiles running her hands through Kurapika's short hair. "Did you even get the boys back for doing this to you?"
Kurapika shook her head, smiling slightly. "I didn't bother, Hisa-sensei gave them more then enough punishment, besides. I don't mind having it short."
"Really? I hope she wasn't too harsh on them."
"No, she yelled more at Ichiro-sensei then she had at them so-" She stopped. that had probably also been the wrong thing to say. perhaps it was better for her to keep quiet in situations like this.
Takara lowered her head. "Do you miss him?"
Kurapika lowered her head, of course she did, how was she supposed to answer a question like that? Takara smiles at her. "You know. you where always Ichiro's favorite. When you where born Ichiro was only a little older then you are right now. You where the only baby that didn't cry when he went near them. so he would often come visit and play with you. Whenever you made an accomplishment Ichiro would brag about you. your first step. your first word. Everything."
Kurapika looked surprised. This was the first time anyone had told her something like this, she knew of course that she and Ichiro were close, she had just not realized how close until Takara had mention it. "What about Sakri? I thought he was Ichiro's favorite student."
"Of course Sakri was, but that doesn't mean you weren't still one of his favorites." She sighed lifting her hand, brushing the tears off her face. "It's hard to believe. he was such a lively person."
Kurapika looked down at the ground. It was still hard to believe. Ichiro wasn't a weak member of the tribe, yet he had been killed! It was a fact Kurapika couldn't get out of her head, as burning at the fact that his eyes where missing. To find someone dead was one thing. but this.
She thought back to Kuroro's surprised reaction to finding out she was a member of the Kurata clan. What was the significance in that information to him, why would he react in such a way then not tell her his reasons? Could he have something to do with what had happened? No, that was impossible, Ichiro had need been dead long when Kurapika had found him and Kurapika had been with Kuroro before hand, it couldn't have been him, it had to have been someone else.
"Crimson eyes." Takara muttered quietly catching Kurapika's attention once again. "There where rumors of someone searching for the crimson eyes of the Kurata clan."
"Rumors? From who? I haven't heard them before."
"I think. that's why Ichiro's eyes where missing. and I think that's why he was killed."
This didn't make sense, why would someone kill Ichiro for his eyes. Unique as they where it was still no reason to kill someone solely for the purpose of taking them. What use would a pair of crimson eyes do? But then again. Ichiro's eyes where missing. but that didn't mean that they where crimson at the time. Ichiro would have to be in a fight to get mad enough for his eyes to turn crimson. She stopped thinking any farther. "Ichiro had been in a battle before he was killed."
That's right, there had been traces of a battle taken place, and Ichiro's body was badly wounded. It also looked as if the battle had taken a fair amount of time. they didn't kill him until Ichiro's eyes finally did turn crimson.
"It's all about our crimson eyes." Even Kuroro had reacted to her eyes changing crimson, did he know that someone was targeting a Kurata for such a purpose? "But. why would you even want them.? It's not like eyes can be used in anyway. there's no purpose but to just take them. no one can be that cruel. can they?"
Takara didn't say a word more. Kurapika again repeated her question. "Can they?"
*******
"Genei Ryodan." Sakri informed her between bites. Eating a sandwich while on his break from repairing the roof of one of the few Kurata buildings.
Kurapika ran the new word through her mind, not quiet sure what Sakri meant buy it. "Genei Ryodan? What's that?"
"Not what, who. A group of people who are nothing but bad news. There's been a rumor that they may be around this area. If anyone would kill Ichiro just to collect his eyes it's without a doubt them."
"How come everyone hears these rumors but me?"
"You're never around to hear them! You keep wandering off." He frowned leaning his head back. "To tell you the truth I don't know anything about them. well... except from what I've told you. and that really isn't much. I'm sure that if you looked into it you could find out more information. It's should be easy for you, you're good at things like that." He scratches the back of his head. "But. it's been three days already since Ichiro. well." He avoided saying it, jumping past the word. "It's couldn't have been them, it's just people over reacting. If it really was someone like the Genei Ryodan they would have attacked someone else by now, people like them don't sit around and wait, what would be the point for them to wait?"
Kurapika turned her head to the side. "I guess so. I'm probably just looking into things too much again."
"Don't worry yourself over such things, problems like this aren't for you to solve. Relax, think of something else. I know it's sad and it's a terrible thing to have happened. but you can't let it drag you down. If you let it drag you down, you're just going to end up making yourself miserable."
Kurapika nodded her head, it wasn't an easy thing to forget or set aside that was true, but it wasn't something she could forget just yet. not without finding out the reason and the person responsible. Kuroro knew about the Kurata clan, perhaps he would know what was happening. She should ask him if he knew anything. I he was still around. he did say he was going to leave soon.
Kurapika gets to her feet, turning to leave, Sakri's voice quickly stopping her. "Where do you think you're going?" Kurapika nervously turned back to him. Everyone in the village was still keeping an overprotective eye on her to be sure that she wouldn't leave. She had forgotten for a second that it wasn't that easy for her to get away anymore. "I. I was just going. Hisa-sensei. Hisa-sensei wanted me to do some things for her. I forgot until now. I should do them before she gets angry with me." She runs off, hoping to not discuss the mater any farther.
Was it actually going to be possible for her to be able to get away without anyone noticing? Of course it was when not so money people where on guard, but some had relaxed over the three days, maybe there really was a chance. It was already dusk, it wasn't that long till nightfall. once it got dark was usually when Hisa did her role call with the younger members of the clan before putting them under lock and key. She could just slip away now and come back before that. No one would be the wiser, it was simple wasn't it? Of course it was, no one would miss her and it wasn't as if she was particularly needed at the moment. Nothing bad could come out of her leaving for a short while right?
It didn't take long for Kurapika to slip her way past everyone. She was used to trying to sneak away from classes all the time, now her experience was finally coming into play. She stopped not far from the village. A cold feeling surrounding her. She slowly looked from side to side but found nothing of concern. Kurapika bit her bottom lip. It felt as if something was wrong. but everything looked fine. But. it felt as if someone was watching her. It was hard to explain really but that's what it felt like
He frowned as her actions, pushed forward and leaving despite her intuition. She was probably reluctant to leave the village because of what happened to Ichiro, and was absentmindedly making herself worry over nothing. She continued, not taking a second glance back.
An unfamiliar shadow watched the young girl leave, talking in a low tone. "She left the village. that's the signal."
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"Kuroro!! Oi!! Kuroro!!!" Kurapika stood where she had always met up with the stranger, and every time he had been there. but now when she actually needed him for something. She sighed hanging her shoulders. It looked as if he was already gone. "I wonder when he actually left. I was positive he would maybe have a clue as to what's happening."
Who was she kidding, even if Kuroro really did know what was happening why would he tell her. After all when Kurapika had first asked him about it she had gotten no response. What made her think she could get one now? Of course. it didn't really mater all that much as he wasn't even here anyways.
She closed her eyes turning towards the ground, for some reason Kuroro not being here hit her hard. why would she be so upset over a traveler leaving? It didn't make sense... it wasn't as if she didn't know he would leave from day, it wasn't a surprise to her. but still.
"Kurapika."
That voice! Kurapika quickly looked up from the ground to find Kuroro standing not that far from her. She smiled running up and standing next him. She had never felt so glad to see someone in her life. "Kuroro! You're still here! I thought that you left!" Her heart was beating quickly, how was it that she came to be so concerned over someone she barely knew? What did it mater really? He was here and had not left yet, that was good enough to satisfy her.
"You where looking for me?"
Looking? Kurapika had been so relived to see that Kuroro was still here that she had almost forgotten why she had come here in the first place. "That's right.. The other day. you mention the Kurata clan."
Kuroro's expression turned serious, Kurapika continued. "You looked upset about something. tell me. what do you know about the Kurata clan? Do you know about what happened to Ichiro-sensei?"
"Sensei? The one who was killed was your teacher?"
Kurapika nods her head. "You have to tell me. what do you know about the Kurata clan. and. if you know who might have done this. I know you know something."
Kuroro closed his eyes, placing his hand on his chin. "There could be a lot of possibilities to what happened? How are you sure that I'll be able to provide you with the right one?"
"Genei Ryodan" Kurapika interrupted him, hoping to maybe catch Kuroro flinch in recognition to the name, but still he stayed just as calm and still as ever.
"Genei Ryodan? Where did you hear about them?"
"You know about them too?"
"I know a fair amount of information on them, but why would you want it?"
"I." She stopped short, she barely knew a thing about this group of people, she had only heard of them once by word of mouth. yet she was convinced just by hearing Sakri say it. "I know they're the one's responsible."
Kuroro smiled at the young girls accusation. "You're quit smart for your age. To already figure out something like that. then again the Ryodan are a group of people that like to be known."
"They're after our crimson eyes! Nothing else, that's all they want!" She looks down at her feet trying to hold back her anger. "It's stupid. how could someone do that? For what reason? Why would they want our eyes!?" Again she was letting her anger get the better of her, and she could feel her eyes change to their crimson color.
Kuroro chuckled slightly knelling down next to her, carefully taking hold of her chin, making her look up at his face. "That answer is simple enough. It's quite obvious actually."
Kurapika could feel her heart beat faster, this was the first time she had seen his face so close to hers. She held her breath, searching for the answer she knew Kuroro had. "Why?"
"Beautiful." Kurapika stared at him, still unsure of the answer he was giving her. "The crimson eyes of the Kurata are one of the most beautiful things in the world."
Kurapika flushed slightly. Beauty? Whenever a member of the Kurata clan got mad enough for they're eyes to turn crimson beauty was the last thing on everyone's mind. Running for high ground to get away from the enraged individual was usually top on the priority list.
Kurapika gently pulled away from his grip. It was clear that Kuroro wasn't going to give her a strait answer, perhaps he really knew nothing more then what had had told her. She shook her head a little disappointed. "I should go back. everyone's probably looking for me."
Kuroro stops Kurapika by placing his hand on her shoulder. "I can't let you go back to your village right now."
"Why not?" Kurapika's body suddenly went limp as she fell unconscious.
Kuroro catches her before she hits the ground, his attack unnoticed, in fact it looked as if he had done nothing at all. And as deadly the speed for the attack was, Kurapika remained unharmed, just knocked out. He leans her against a tree getting up to leave. "Because. I don't want you to die."
END OF CHAPTER
Authors Notes: Waiii!! I must have gotten about 100 separate cases of writers block for this one x.x once I finished on paragraph, I didn't know how to start the next x.x Luckily I had a friend of mine cheering me on and ahem, threatening me to finish this chapter . so you should thank her for me finally being able to finish this chapter XD
What else is there. ga x.x my computer time is almost up x.x I have to make this quick. I guess there's really nothing right now. except thank you to the people who are reading and enjoying this fic ^^ you make all the work worth it!
-Kurapika L. Suki