Hey, folks! I'm doing another KuroKura fic. For those who are waiting (anyone at all?) for the sequel to 'the sun also shines at night' let this fic be your treat first! I'm working on that one.

Here, you'll find younger version of them. Kuroro is 21 and Kurapika is 13, according to the original where the Spiders massacred the Kurutas. At the time, Kuroro only got 6 members in his gang.

Title: Sunshine

By: BonBonPich

Disclaimer: Hunter x Hunter belongs to Yoshihiro Togashi-sensei.

Summary: When Kuroro massacred the Kuruta clan, Kurapika remembered him as his people's murderer. But when Kurapika accidentally lost his memories, Kuroro planned to manipulate the boy into being one of the Spiders.

Chapter 1 Endless Crimson

A splash of blood, and endless circles of crimson, the very color of their eyes. Nevertheless, the color of blood couldn't measure up to one of the seven most beautiful shades in the world, the flame-colored eyes. His only purpose was the eyes. So he disposed of everything else, their lives, and their home. The eyes would become his and his alone.

He felt a smile pull at his lips as he carefully stilled the freshly plucked out eyeballs between his fingers. His hands did a pitiless job in ending its owner's life, but they were gentle enough not to affect the eye's condition.

While he let himself be enthralled by it, a small muffled noise fell on his ears. It was from the small cupboard behind him, within the Kuruta's small abode. He thought for a second and recalled a woman carrying a boy into this house while the man was close behind, protecting them. And here they were, dead at his feet. So…it didn't take a genius to figure out the boy's whereabouts.

He advanced to the cupboard, but before he could reach it-

"Danchou."

Said Danchou turned, and found his comrade at the doorframe. It was the violet-haired young woman with expressionless eyes.

"Just came to let you know that we're done slaying in this area, now we're checking around for any hidden people. So you might as well decide which one you will only want the eyes, and which one you want the head as well?" The young woman noted.

"Sure, Machi," he responded. The thought fascinated him, he got to choose. Therefore, he withdrew his hand and backed away from the cupboard. He could finish whatever little life was in the cupboard later; first he wanted the eyes.

Kuroro Lucifer had only come for the eyeballs, beyond that, they weren't his concerns.

He stepped out of the house that he'd been in and scanned the vicinity. The Kuruta Village was torn down, shacks were burning, the smoke high rise into a grey sky. Bodies were littering on ground; dead, or more than halfway there.

On the other side of the village, loud scream after loud scream broke in now and then. By the terror screams, he could only surmise that his comrades were having fun tearing people's flesh apart. Kuroro didn't mean for it to be this loud. Not that he cared anyway. They were in Rukuso region which was completely isolated from the outside.

Four of his male comrades were assigned to kill; two of them had a knack to indulge in taking people's lives, by the cruelest ways possible. Machi assisted him with the eyeballs; another woman named Pakunoda was responsible to learn something about the Kuruta before they would be no more. Aside from the eyeball itself, Kuroro wanted to carry some information about it. Every piece of the precious treasure, he wanted their history as well.

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By the time the sun started to descend towards the horizon, casting an orange and red hue over Rukuso region, every sound had faded. Not long, the dark clouds slowly moved over with a distant sound of thunderstorm.

Kuroro swatted his hands to get rid of the blood after plucking the last pair of eyeballs from the face of a dead body. He already had a good number of heads and eyes in his possession. When it seemed like everything was done, Kuroro realized he had one unfinished business.

He ordered to his comrades, "Wait here, I got a kid to take care of."

"Danchou, don't you want to let us hold that for you?" asked Pakunoda, his female comrade, pointing to the glass cylinder in his hands that contained the eyes.

"Or do you want us to finish off that kid instead?" suggested Feitan, another male comrade of his.

"No, I got it," the leader answered as he sauntered away.

When he entered that particular house, his brow furrowed a bit. The cupboard's door was broken and tattered. Inside, it was empty…and slightly bloodied. He recalled that the lock had looked pretty stable. He doubted if anyone could break it with their bare hands, let alone a kid.

The kid had escaped and most likely was somewhere in the house, under the broken pillars. He wasn't surprised when something suddenly approached him. But the shriek, he had never heard a shriek like that. It sounded so hysteric, so desperate, coming from a boy who was charging in on him with a weapon of twin swords.

As the boy emerged before his eyes, he had his hand ready to kill. To his surprise, his hand was blocked. Out of sheer astonishment, he drew himself back just to get a glimpse of his opponent. But the boy kept swinging the sharp edge at him blindly; missing the cylinder that contained his precious eyes by an inch. Kuroro was obliged to back off until they were out of the small house.

Out in the open area, the boy's eyes swept over his surroundings and he froze. Kuroro could kill him instantly with a wave of his hand, but there was something about this boy that he had to give it a moment to study him. Blond hair, pale skin, and of course, the flame-colored eyes.

Kuroro's eyes fell onto the boy's blood-caked hands and understood. After his mother had locked him up safely in the cupboard, he must have done everything to get out. 'He broke that lock with his bare hands?'

The boy's eyes locked on the glass container in Kuroro's grasp.

Something inside of him told Kuroro not to kill the boy just yet, and it was proven right as he watched the boy's eyes progress from red to even redder. 'How is that even possible?' He wondered. Not given room to think, he made a quick dodge when the boy charged right in again with a deafening cry.

He'd never heard such a scream from a young child like that. There were neither accusations nor strings of curses; this boy seemed to save every bit of his strength into one single assailment, aiming to kill his clan's murderer only. This boy fought differently from other Kurutas, he didn't try to protect anyone, including himself.

For the boy, there was no one left to protect.

When the boy slipped past, Kuroro felt a searing sensation across his cheek. With his free hand, he reached up to feel it. Blood. A scrape meant little to him, but the fact that the boy could draw blood from him was peculiar, given that there was only a handful of men who could do so.

He studied the boy, and saw the burning determination in the boy's eyes that spelled a promising death. To Kuroro Lucifer, who barely had passion for anything, was captivated by them.

With another deafening yell, the boy dove in again. This time, Kuroro sidestepped and delivered a blow, but the boy rejected being sent into oblivion. Kuroro was surprised, yet again. He'd expected the sight of someone not giving up, but not from a relatively small kid that someone could have mistaken for a girl.

He waited, giving a chance for the boy to drag himself up. The boy's eyes were no longer that of a waking person, they were disturbingly rapid. It must have been his will to avenge alone that kept animating his body.

Kuroro was impressed.

Raindrops began to fall, as if to woe for the dead. Kuroro decided it was about time he should leave the Rukuso region. Not wanting to prolong the ordeal any longer, he applied more pressure on this blow and made sure this time the boy would be sailed directly to the unconscious world.

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"Three minutes late, Danchou," complained the biggest guy with an Afro in Genei Ryodan, Ubogin.

"There was a complication," Kuroro responded, eyeing his six comrades: Pakunoda, Machi, Nobunaga, Ubogin, Franklin, and Feitan.

Machi spotted the bundle in Kuroro's left arm. She dipped her head towards it. "Is that said complication?"

Everyone else followed her gaze and found that in their leader's arm, was something that shouldn't be there.

"He's a souvenir," Kuroro replied flatly.

"A souvenir?" asked Pakunoda, the blond-haired woman with an aquiline nose. Her responsibility had been to learn something about Kuruta history.

"Yes, an alive souvenir," then Kuroro switched off the track of conversation before anyone said anything, "We're leaving."

With that, they left the scene. No questions asked.

"What is he thinking?"

Kuroro heard that coming from Nobunaga. He passed a retrospective glance to the unconscious boy in his arms.

'Yes, what exactly am I thinking?'

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Back at their hideout, Ryuuseigai, an uncultivated junkyard city that filled with garbage. Nevertheless, it was their home. In a six floor worn down warehouse with a tower on the top of seventh floor, the members retreated to their respective rooms while some remained in the hallways, discussing mundane.

Meanwhile, Kuroro isolated the boy in the tower on the highest floor. He'd been standing and watching the boy asleep for a while, searching for an answer as to why he had brought the boy along.

A light movement of the object of his attention caught his eye. The boy was waking up. For the third time in a day, he was surprised. Even grown-up man took a good amount of time to regain consciousness, but this little boy-

'So what to do?' The boy certainly would leap to attack him once he opened his eyes. Killing wasn't an option, he couldn't pinpoint exactly why. 'But what's the frigging point of carrying him back here if I were to kill him?' After that line of thought, Kuroro believed he wanted something from the boy, and he wouldn't get it if he ended the boy's life. Whichever, Kuroro was positive that leaving the scratch on his cheek would be as far as the boy could go. He had things fully under control now. So instead of making a first move, he waited. He would calculate and act accordingly later.

The boy's eyes opened, they took in the sight of the wall above him. Then slower than Kuroro had anticipated, the boy craned his neck to the side, and finally saw Kuroro there.

The boy made a sudden move. But just as Kuroro presumed the boy would yell and attack him, he had scrambled himself away instead. His oceanic green eyes read nothing but fear, and he asked.

"Who are you?"