Disclaimer:I don't own Hunter x Hunter, but I absolutely love it!
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Hope you enjoy this little fanfic! I've recently gotten obsessed with Hunter X Hunter, (why did the manga stop…) and came up with a fic for it so… tell me what you think!
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Connected by Chains : Prologue
The night was warm and dark.
The stars sparkled overhead while the moon shone it's silvery light over the trres and rooftops of the hidden Kurata village. The village below the
celestial bodies was quiet, its inhabitants sleeping peacefully in their beds.
They were clueless of their fate.
The famous Kurata clan is distinguished for the legendary brilliance of their eyes that turn scarlet when they are traversed by a violent feeling, as if they were on fire. Such a color, with its brightness, is dubbed one of the seven most beautiful in the world. This caused it to have high demand as a collector's treasure. That is also the reason why they reside in this secluded area in the Lukuso province, where no one but a handful has knowledge about the location.
Unfortunately for the clan members, it's going to be the end for them.
A young girl barely ten years of age walked through the village. She was obviously not a Kurata, with her long, ebony-colored hair and bright ice-blue eyes. A long dark cloak was wrapped around her shoulders and her hair fluttered with each step.
Her luminous eyes scanned the village. Her brother had forbidden her from joining the brigade's mission, so here she was now strolling along the streets, looking for anything interesting.
The noise started.
Screams and yells filled the air as the Kurata clan fell under the hands of the thieves attacking their village. The young girl casually ducked into a narrow alley as a horde of people rushed by, carrying torches and weapons, running towards the source of commotion. They were running towards certain death.
The girl stood in the alley, watching the futile resistance the Kurata clan was putting up as the brigade purged on. She watched the blood spill to the ground, carcasses landing with loud thuds, horrible shrieks from the villagers as their lives were put to an end. Any child, much more a girl, would either run away in terror at the scene or would be traumatized for life at the carnage currently going on.
But not this girl.
"YOUU!"
The girl looked around, distracted. A blond man, carrying a large axe, was pointing an accusing finger at her. His eyes were bulging and mad. His clothes were bloody and ripped in so many places, and there was a deep gash across his cheek.
"YOOUUUU!" He yelled again, his voice cracking. He raised his axe.
The girl stared at him, completely calm. Slowly, she raised her hand. Her eyes glinted.
BLAM.
The man was ruthlessly slammed to the left wall of the alley by a huge hand. Blood splattered on the girl. The axe fell out of the man's hand. He was dead.
"Oops. Got carried away. Looks like the eyes are a goner now." The owner of the gigantic hand peered into the alley and grinned."Hey, Clio. Didn't know you were hiding in there."
"I'm not hiding." Clio scowled. "And I didn't need your help, Uvogin." She dropped her hand.
"Ooh… Sorry." Uvogin laughed raucously. "I forgot, Danchou told you not to join in, didn't he?" His spiky blond hair shook as he laughed. He was an expert in annoying the young girl.
"Uvo, one of these days I am really going to kill you."
"Heh." Uvogin stopped laughing and smirked. "I'd like to see you try. Well, still got some work here, y'know. See ya later."
Clio watched, still frowning, as Uvogin leapt out of sight. She surveyed her surroundings. The Kuratas were fighting a losing battle. They were no match for the thieves. The screaming reached its peak and the ground was dyed red.
She heard footsteps.
Clio turned around and saw a boy limping towards her. He was a little older than her, maybe eleven or twelve, and he was badly wounded. His face was scratched and his brilliant red eyes that shone in the dark were dazed. His hand clutched at the wound at his side, the other holding onto the wall for support. He lost his footing, stumbled, and fell on top of Clio.
Clio was so surprised that she wasn't able to react immediately.
The boy was breathing hard, his face over Clio's shoulder, and coughed blood. Clio struggled to get out from under the boy to sit up, being smaller. She glanced into the street behind her where the massacre was still going on.
"This one probably survived the first wave of the attack." She thought.
Without thinking about it, Clio stood up and dragged the boy back into the shadows of the alley. She sat down again and arranged his head on her lap and studied his eyes, one of which was closed in pain, the other gazing in a disoriented manner at her face. In the dim light she could see that it was still in its scarlet state.
"So it really is a beautiful color." Clio muttered, charmed despite herself. Her blue eyes scanned the whole face of the boy. "It's such a pity that such eyes will have to float forever in jars… How about I let you live?" She brushed back the blond locks of the boy with her fingers and sent it tumbling over his head. "I think it'll be a lot prettier if the eyes belonged to a living being, don't you think?" She asked.
The boy started coughing blood again, apparently in too much pain to understand what Clio was saying. His hand fell away from his side, revealing a deep, bloody gash from wherein blood was flowing profusely. Clio frowned. Finally deciding on an action, she raised her hand.
Thin, thread-like strings that glowed blood red snaked up her arm and danced along her fingertips. Clio directed the strings towards the boy's wounds, and immediately, it stitched up his many cuts and the deep gash, completely stopping the bleeding.
The boy's breathing hitched, still ragged, but steadier. Satisfied, Clio laid the boy's head on the ground and stood up. It looked like he had passed out.
She looked across the street. The sudden blazing light told her that her companions had set fire on the houses. Apparently the brigade has acquired what they had come here for: the Kurata clan's scarlet eyes.
Clio glanced at the boy still out cold on the ground. He didn't look close to regaining consciousness. If she left him there as he is, he'll probably die from the fire.
Sighing, she removed the cloak from her shoulders. For a second, it glowed with an electric-blue light, and then died down. She threw it over the boy, hiding him from view. Clio watched for a few moments as the cloak changed color, blending with the ground. Then she turned away, walking towards the mouth of the alley.
"Clio."
Clio looked up. Framed by the alley's narrow walls, with the flames behind him as a backdrop, was a tall, young man. He was wearing a long, fur-collared trench coat and his onyx eyes glittered in the firelight as he smiled tenderly at Clio.
"Onii-san!"
Clio ran up to the young man enthusiastically, who placed a hand on her soft, black hair that matched his.
"I think we should go home now, don't you think?"He asked the young girl fondly, ruffling her hair.
"Yes!"
The young man set his hand on Clio's shoulder and guided her away from the alley. Clio followed him into the street cheerfully without so much as a backward glance at the boy she had just saved.
"The others are waiting."
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