Miko: Well... this is my second KurofemPica fanfic. hahahahaha... so maybe it will be lameee~ please forgive me.

For my dear Indonesian fellas, i'm sorry to not write sequel for Liebesbrief because i lost interest in that and fall madly in love in this new baby.

And, I'm sorry if my english is strange...

R&R and love you all!

Disclaimer: i own nothing!

Half-Winged Butterfly

The black haired man slapped his lover hard, filled with rage. His black eyes narrowed and expressed mixed emotions of hatred, betrayed, disappointed, and love. His palm was stung and so did her cheek which he held silently. Kurapica didn't say a thing. She knew she deserved it. It was her fault after all.

"You bitch…" Kuroro hissed, tried to not yelling in the middle of night.

Kurapica didn't look at him. The short haired girl simply stared at her lover's suitcase. He just came back from business trip and they started their old routine immediately.

"How long do you intend to do this to me!?" He yelled, finally lost his patience at the blonde's silent stare to his suitcase instead to stare straight to his eyes.

"I'm sorry…" She murmured, eyes still glued to the suitcase.

"Sorry?" He threw his hands to nowhere. Oh this was ridiculous. "How many 'sorry' you gave me before? How many second chances I gave you? How long are you going to play this game on us?"

And here they go again. Kurapica glared back at him. Anger clouded her cerulean eyes and she shot back hatefully; "I said; I'm sorry!"

This were they routine; yell at each other, slap, throw stuffs, yell again until their voice hoarse, Kurapica cry like it's the end of the world, Kuroro give up because he always do, made up, repeat. She knew it was her fault. She knew that today Kuroro is come back from his business trip. She knew exactly what time he will arrive at home. But yet she stayed longer then arrived at home thirty minutes after Kuroro, smelled like alcohol, sweats, perfume, and smoke. She knew he will be very mad at her. She knew he has the right to angry. But she deliberately came home late and let Kuroro knew what she did while he was gone.

But Kurapica knew it was the way he loved her, with all yells and slaps and hatred. They were never on the same page. Crazy… but it was true that they love each other and they were really madly in love. Kuroro loved her and wanted to protect her from all insecurities she had. Kurapica loved him because it felt right; she felt he was the one she had been looking for, the one who wouldn't walk away.

So how all of this went so wrong?

1. Onyx

Kuroro was doing his usual healthy jogging activity that morning when he realized someone was sleeping at the bus stop in front of his apartment building. The person was buried under piles of newspapers and only it's long blonde hair could be seen. Because the hair was long, he considered the person as a girl.

He shrugged it off and jogged pass her without much thought.

When he went to the bust stop at 07.30 for work, she was nowhere to be seen.

The next morning, he saw her again. But this time, only her lower body covered by newspapers while her hand covered her eyes. She was pretty small, maybe around sixteen years old or younger. She wore black tank top and baby blue coat with white fur adorned the line of the hood and sleeves and maybe wore a pair of jeans. Maybe.

Kuroro jogged pass her again.

She was nowhere to be seen again at 07.30.

The next day and the next day after and the next day after, Kuroro saw her sleeping at the bus stop and disappeared at 07.30.

But the next week, he saw her curled at the bus stop with no newspaper protected her. She wore her usual coat, black top, black hot pants and brown boots. Her long blonde hair was completely a mess and she held her stomach as if she was in pain. Kuroro stopped and looked at her with concern and curiosity. Was she alright? He crouched next to her, grabbed her shoulder and shook it softly.

"Hey…" He tried. She stayed still. "Are you okay?" When the blonde tensed a bit, he knew she was awake. "Hey, is there something wrong? Are you okay? Are you hu—"

"SHUT UP!" She snapped, swatted his hand off of her shoulder and glared at him hatefully.

Kuroro was surprised at the color of her eyes. It was black, a deep black. He always wonder about the color of her eyes but black was out of the question. He was so surprised that he had to fall silent a moment before he found his voice again. "I uh… just wondering are you okay because you curled like you're in pain."

The girl sat up and snorted. "Is that your problem or my problem?" She asked sardonically.

"Well, it yours completely, but—"

"Then FUCK OFF!" She yelled, stood up and stomped away from him

Kuroro stared at her back for a moment and thought about her black eyes.

Kuroro sighed and ran fingers to his black hair. "Is that what you can say to me? To apologize like it is my fault for not forgive you?"

"No! it's not like that!" She tried to lower her tone. "I—I mean it when I say sorry."

"Oh, really?" Kuroro couldn't stop the anger which was boiling in his head.

2. Midnight

Kuroro didn't see the blonde for three weeks so he was surprised when he saw her again at the bus stop near midnight. He was about to 24 hours mini marker across the buss stop when he saw her playing with her cell phone. When she glanced to him, he averted his gaze and continued his walk to mini market.

After he done, the girl was still there. She frowned at her cell phone, opened the back, took off the battery and threw all of it to the asphalt. The phone broke and scattered. She cursed under her breath and sat at the bus stop. She pulled her knees to her chest, hugged it and rested her head on it. Kuroro couldn't stop himself when he was stood beside the girl. "You can't sleep there, you know."

But the girl just glanced at him for a while and ignored him as she lowered her head again. "I know you hear me." He insisted.

"Is this yours?" She asked through her knees.

"Nope."

"Then you have no right to tell me what to do."

He shrugged. "But you will get sick if you sleep here with hot pants."

She snorted, tilted her head so her cheek rested on knees. A smirk plastered to her face when she purred; "Whaat? Are you trying to seduce me?" She giggled, "You have to pay a good damn amount of money if you want me."

Kuroro frowned. "Are you selling yourself to me?"

"Only if you buy me."

"Is that serious?"

"If you don't want me just go." She sighed and buried her head between her knees again. "I'm tired and I wanna sleep, so please abandon me."

"But you probably get molested! It isn't safe—"

"Aaaaagh!" She yelled in frustration. She grabbed her head, bolted up and glared at him. "Can you just fuck off and shut up?" She yelled again, "It's none of your fucking business, I'm no one to you and you're no one to me. Can't you get the clue that I hate you and leave me alone 'cuz I'm gonna fucking kill you if you keep annoy me!"

Kuroro lost his voice again. The blonde's face was full of rage. Her wrath was too much and it looked like she pressed all her anger by gritted her teeth and clenched her hands strongly. It's like… like she was ready to explode greater than she already had.

When Kuroro just frowned in confusion, the girl went on her yelling; "Stay out of my way! Don't step in! Mind your own fucking shit! Don't say all nasty things you called concern to me because I know it all lies! LIES!" She panted. Her expression showed disgust. She continued with lower tone but still contained wrath and hatred. "Stop playing like you're some kind of savior! Stop seeking someone you can save and don't you dare look at me like I need salvation because I'm not!"

She threw profanities under her breath which Kuroro didn't catch. She cursed at herself while clasped her hands together and smacked it to her forehead. "Shit shit shit shit!" When she realized Kuroro still stared at her, she grabbed a trash can beside her and threw it to his feet. "I said; don't stare at me!" She screamed, turned around on her heels and ran.

She was nowhere to be seen at morning and didn't appear at midnight either.

"You always said you mean it." Kuroro started again. "But you do it again and again and again!" His voice rose.

Kurapica clenched her hands. Anger, guilt, and disgust mixed together. Her head throbbed, her chest knotted, and her breath went short. "Kuroro…" She tried in a calmed voice.

"I forgive you when you apologize, I give you second chance because you ask for it, I trust you when you said you mean it!"

"Kuroro…" A warning.

"I trust you and this is how you treat my trust?"

That was it. Kurapica was almost faint because all overwhelming emotions danced in her head. "STOP!" She yelled, and Kuroro stopped. He stopped because he understood and he understood because he was a good man. "Just… jut stop…" She panted a while, clutched her shirt in attempt to calm her anger.

Kuroro groaned when he realized Kurapica was shaking so hardly. He sighed loudly in defeat and pinched the bridge of his nose, "Right… this is too much."

They fell silent for gained their composure once again.

3. Midningt Friendship

The girl was spotted again at midnight three days later. She was preparing herself to sleep when Kuroro walked pass her to the mini market across the bus stop and she presented him with a murderous glare before shifted to her side and closed her eyes.

Kuroro stayed silent and went to the mini market across the bus stop. After he done and crossed the road again, he fished out a regular sized carton of vanilla milk and nudged the girl's cheek with it.

"Didn't you get the point of what I said three days ago or you just idiot?" She said without even opened her eyes.

"No… I just want to say sorry I interrupt your personal life three days ago." Kuroro said.

The girl snorted, "Why, thank you very much. I humbly appreciate it so can you gracefully fly away with your beautiful wings?"

"Un fortunately I have no wings like you expect me to have and I stay here because I bring you some kind of I'm-sorry gift."

"What if I say; I eat human flesh and drink their blood and mundane things make me sick?"

"Well then, I'll stay here until you take this mundane thing to be your collection."

She groaned in irritation, sat up and glared at him. "Fine. Give it to me."

Kuroro smiled and gave her the vanilla milk then sat beside her. The girl frowned in disagreement. "No one said you can sit here."

"Well, no one said you can sleep here."

She snorted, rolled her eyes and drunk her vanilla milk. When the vanilla flavor hit her tongue buds. She frowned. "Vanilla?"

"Don't like it?" He sipped his coffee.

"I like chocolate more." She sighed and continued drinking her milk.

"Oh… I think you said you like blood flavored milk a while ago."

"Heh, I craved for it." She smirked while bite the straw.

Kuroro laughed. "Well, you seemed to be calmer today."

"Nope you're just delusional."

"I take it as; mind your own shit'?"

Her smirk grew wider. "You look smarter today."

"Why, thank you very much."

She played with her carton before threw it to trashcan. It missed, but she didn't mind to pick it up. Kuroro just stared at her while she leaned back on her arm and stared at the blank dark sky. They stayed that way for a while before she sighed and stared at him with her black eyes. It looked unnatural for her.

"So, mind to share what good things happen today?"

She smiled a bit. A distant smile. "My friend… my best friend was accepted in his favorite university. He got a full scholarship."

Kuroro raised his eyebrows. "Really? What faculty?"

"School of medicine."

"Wow! He really is smart."

"Yeah…"

"It makes me wonder, how old are you?"

She shrugged, "Seventeen. Why?"

"Oh…"

"What about you?"

"Twenty two."

"Really? I thought you're older that that."

"And I thought you're younger than seventeen."

She rolled her eyes and yawned. "I'm gonna sleep now."

Kuroro blinked. "Oh, sure. I gotta get some rest by now." He stretched his arms and got to his feet.

She positioned herself under piles of newspapers and fell asleep. Kuroro stared at her for a while, took off his coat and put it gently over her. The fast asleep girl didn't budge when Kuroro did that, she nuzzled to it instead.

Kuroro cracked a smile and left.

He wondered why he didn't ask her name when he arrived at his apartment.

The blonde with strange black eyes vanished at morning. There was a post-it glued to the bus stop sign;

'I'll give your coat back tonight. :p'

"Let's… just stop and drop it today." Kuroro sighed.

Kurapica face rose quickly. "No!" She snapped. "We… we must finish this now." Because Kurapica had to make sure about her lover's feeling. Did he still love her?

Kuroro sighed. "No, I don't think so, Kurapica." He put his hands on hip and his head lowered in defeat. "I'm tired, and both of us aren't calm enough for this conversation. We have to cool down."

"But—"

"Please, Kurapica." Kuroro said with a lower tone and Kurapica dare not argue further. She bit her lower lip and fiddled her thumbs. After they fell in uncomfortable silent, Kuroro raised his head. "I'll sleep on the couch tonight."

"N—no! I will sleep on the couch. You're just come back and must be tired. You need to sleep properly on bed."

"But—"

"I'm fine! This is your house, I'm just a—I mean…"

Kuroro sighed again as Kurapica struggled to find the right words. They had been through this conversation so man times before and yet Kurapica still judge herself at that state; a parasite in his house. She always like that. No matter how often Kuroro explained to her, she never understands or stubbornly refused to accept it. Either way, it bothered him to no end. But fatigue won over him so he didn't argue and simply sighed.

"Alright… I'll go inside." He turned around and hesitated for a while before saying; "If it too cold for you… just come in. I don't mind."

Kurapica nodded. "Good night." She said with a husky voice.

There was no good night kisses…

"Good night." Kuroro said and walked to his room, left Kurapica alone, stood on her spot and suddenly found the floor was really interesting.

There was no warm hug during her sleep…

She was alone… curled in a comfy couch. She blamed herself, threw profanities for herself, angry at herself, disgusted at herself. She had a wonderful lover, perfect even, but she couldn't resist letting him down. She always resumes her game, tested how far she could go, only to feel guilt and sadness in the end.

She couldn't resist to see Kuroro's angry face directed straightly at her to make sure he still love her, to make sure his attention was hers, to make sure she belonged to him. It was a pleasure, a relief to see that strong emotion glued to his fair face. It was the proof Kuroro loves her.

The more Kuroro hate her, the more Kurapica love her. When Kuroro give his affection to her, she was happy, terribly happy and it made her anxious. She felt insecure and she scared. So she cheated on him and he got angry. When Kuroro angry at her, disappointed at her, she felt she was loved, and she clung desperately to it and craved for it.

Kurapica embraced herself that night, pledged to be better lover to Kuroro and stop her unreasonable and foolish game… then she fell to a deep slumber.

Miko: see you all next chapter! Thank you for reading.