A/N: Hi. =] This chapter was, in the original plan, supposed to be a prologue for a series of songfics hanging around in my computer that is Kurapika-centered. But how it turned out, I feel like it should remain on its own. A oneshot. Of links to the past. =]]
But the songfic project still exists! If you want it, review - then give songs for it. Make sure it's Kurapika centered. It can be about him or a pairing. Or anything, I just want to tap out the excessive brain juice. Grab the bait now, because after this writing spree, there will be no stories for long. Ha-ha.
This is something random that came to mind, anyway.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Kurapika, or the rest of the Hunter X Hunter world, that rightfully belongs to Togashi. =]
As a child, Kurapika grew up in a world of tranquility, and daily routines. His routine would be a daily go-on to the forest, and his training on the swords with his father.
He'd be out all day with his father to train, but when he went home, he'd be greeted by the soft rings of lyre or the soft strumming of a lute, or even the jingles of a tambourine, mingled in with the soft voices of his mother and his sister.
Both of them, having been engaged in the music all their lives, practiced every day at sunset – which is about the time Kurapika goes home after training – their singing voices, with the various instruments they had. Kurapika also joined them, at times, when he wasn't that tired, and also when he was being teased by his sister, Karana, only two years older than he.
Light succumbs to dark,
And the moon bids us goodnight.
Stars come out to shine.
Listen, young children
To the voices of the earth
Mingling with your own
Solitude of dark
And the calmness at daylight
Proves even more of.
Silent serenade
Of the peace that belongs to
Only, Only you.
Take note of stars
And take in the cold night wind
It may be your last.
The wishes and dreams
Of the children I had known
May they all come true.
Gods are perpetual
So bless the children with joy
Joy that they deserve.
"How ironic," Kurapika thought out loud to himself as he found his way through the thick undergrowth that used to be his village home. "But bless the Gods for their peace."
Remembering the tune of the long-forgotten lullaby, he hummed it, and since then, songs and melodies took an important part in his life.
It reminded him to look back, and see the smiles, the tender faces.
And the sun that shined throughout.
A/N: The long poem was random. Made it on my own. It's haiku, btw. The end.