hi there!
This is my first fanfic ever and honestly, I'm not sure on how this will turn out. I have been meaning to write something for my favorite pair, LeoPika (wink, wink) but have never had the courage to do so, until now...
the quirks of being bored... (^_^)
I do not own HunterxHunter.
All credits goes to Togashi-sama.
Expectations
It had been 5 long years since Kurapika had last seen his friends. Although, he had heard some news about them from here and there, still he had always been distant to them. Now that he had somewhat moved on from his revenge and grief, he felt too eager to face life, his newly decided positivity told him that he still has that, and the thought that his friends, although rarely seen had somehow assured him that they still care, that they are still there.
Wondering what had happened to his friends, Kurapika grabbed his old Gateway netbook and punched his password to his hunter account. He mentally sighed upon seeing Gon's picture. The kid had now turned into a young adult and was surprised to see his achievements. From the looks of it, he had been traveling with Killua here and there, discovering many different things. On their latest photos, they seemed so happy together, enjoying each other's company and making the best of their life.
"Just like the old days," he mentally sighed. Somehow how felt happy that the two still had each other. He wished that their bond would last forever and smiled to himself. Seemingly pleased with his discovery, he began to type another name, the name of the man he considered his closest person on earth.
Seconds passed seemed eternity to Kurapika. He didn't realize that he was holding his breath while waiting for the page to open. Until, he saw him. His picture seemed to barricade his senses to the world outside. The beach, the noisy children, even the loud music that can be heard in the nearby resort seemed too distant to bother him. It seemed that the world had stopped and that the moment stood still for him and this one man, whom he had missed so much that his chest hurts. The man in picture is wearing a white lab coat, looking as dignified as ever standing on the center of what seemed like a party looking so out of place. It seemed to be a stolen shot since he was not looking at the camera but rather looking at something, concern etched in his mature features with his brown eyes, solemn.
"Leo," he whispered longingly. Tiny tears formed in his eyes.
