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Prologue:

Eternal Eyes

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Legend has it, that once in every 350 years, a Kuruta will be born with the so-called "Eternal Eyes". Eyes that burn like the sun, swirl red like an endless pool of blood, and contain all the colours of the world. It was a rare phenomenon to have such a child be born that people of the Kuruta rejoiced as if their saviour has been delivered. And for that reason, the people of the Kuruta Tribe continue to move out from one place to another, in order to protect their very precious treasure; the carrier of the "Eternal Eyes".

The "Eternal Eyes", when removed from the carrier, will not only burn and swirl red, but also whirl among the different colours of the world. Like glasz eyes but with a burning colour to it. The carrier of the "Eternal Eyes" will always and forever be a woman. Why that has happened, no one knew. It was only known that the first carrier was a woman as well. Kurutan Elders believed that it was because each carrier is the reincarnation of the past one.

The "Eternal Eyes" can only be triggered by the deepest grief or the happiest moment of the carrier. Once triggered, the carrier gains many types of power that the possibilities are endless. It has always been a problem for the carrier to trigger the eyes, so most of them don't know they are carriers and just die without their whole tribe knowing about their existence.

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And that must be the reason why Kuroro was not able to gain what he massacred the Kuruta Tribe for.

Sitting on a sturdy sofa, back leaning on the soft cushions with a book on the his lap, Kuroro flipped the page and continued reading. He felt a bit disappointed with himself why he failed to know this information before he made plans to massacre the tribe. Truth to tell, he was never interested with the Kuruta Tribe, but when he read about the "Eternal Eyes", his curiosity with the tribe deepened. If such eyes existed, he'd be happy to have them in his hands. They must have looked so beautiful, having all the colours of the world within one pair of eyes.

But the information in the book he's currently reading, which he only found out six years after the massacre, made him regret what he did. And Kuroro Lucifer never regrets anything. Maybe only this one.

What if, when he massacred the tribe for the "Eternal Eyes", the carrier hasn't triggered them yet? No wonder he didn't find any of the eyes among the one he collected that has the colours of the world in it. He thought that maybe the carrier escaped with some of the clan members in order to protect the line of both the Kuruta Tribe and the "Eternal Eyes". But he heard it from the Chain User himself that he's the only one who survived, and being the last one, his anger is stronger that any of those enemies seeking for revenge he encountered. Though the Chain User's eyes are as beautiful as the other Kurutas, it can't be possible that he's the carrier of the "Eternal Eyes". Why? The carrier of the "Eternal Eyes" will always and forever be a woman.

It was such a wasted opportunity.

Sighing, Kuroro closed the book and waited. He's in a hotel room somewhere not so far away from Ryuusegai so that once the process is done, he could easily go back and surprise his Spiders. The though of them jumping in on him when he returns brought a chuckle to his usually stoic face. No matter how mature you look at them, those guys still have a little bit of childish aura in them.

He waited for a few hours, doing nothing but looking at the sky, occasionally tapping his fingertips on the hardbound cover of the old book. A few more minutes later, his visitors finally arrived.

"Did you wait long, Danchou?" that sinister voice asked, approaching the still seated man.

"Hisoka." Kuroro acknowledge and stood up, carrying the book with him. He looked at the dark-skinned man beside Hisoka and stared at his eyes. "Is he the nen remover?" he asked and the clown nodded.

"Abengane." the nen remover introduced himself, holding out a hand for Kuroro to shake. This is, after all, a business.

Kuroro shook it, fully understanding what the hand shake means. This is purely business and whatever the other party will do after this transaction is over will be none of their concern. "Kuroro Lucifer."

Abengane was not able to hide how surprised he is with the mention of his name, but he did not recoil in fear. He only smirked and nodded then gave out simple instructions before he could start the exorcism of the cursed nen . The three then moved out of the hotel, heading towards the nearby forest to start the ritual.

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Heavy pants echoed all over the huge but empty comfort room of the Nostrade Mansion. Kurapika, the only survivor of the Kuruta Tribe and leader of Neon Nostrade's bodyguards, leaned against the sink and stared at his messed up wet reflection on the mirror. He wanted to cry, but he couldn't. His heart felt like it's being ripped into pieces. The Judgement Chain kept on squeezing the delicate organ for a while now, but Kurapika did not remember breaking his contract with himself so there's no reason for the chain to react this way.

Maybe it's trying to tell him something. Maybe...

Kurapika's heavy eyelids suddenly widened as he realized what the constant twitching of the chain meant. But he was not able to say what his mind was telling him when he felt another twitch, this time much more painful than the others combined. He dropped on the floor, clutching his chest and breathing heavily. He can't move, or rather he can but he wouldn't, lest the pain would intensify greatly.

It was a few minutes later when the pain had died down that Kurapika stood up again, feet a bit wobbly, and leaned on the sink. His bangs obscured his blazing scarlet eyes while his mind were running different thoughts and possibilities. Could it be possible... that Kuroro Lucifer found a nen remover so early and lifted up the curse he gave him?

He clenched his fists. No! Impossible! His mind shouted. He will never allow this.

Anger flooded in his chest and he felt his eyes burn even more. The memories of his clan's massacre and the knowledge of the man who lead it being free somewhere made his insides burn as well. The Spiders will reorganize once he returns and Kurapika wouldn't allow that. This time around he will finish them all off in one go. This time around, his friends won't be here to hinder him. And this time around, his revenge will be finally completed.

Without looking at his reflection, Kurapika walked out of the comfort room, not minding his messy appearance. He's too fuelled by a new determination that he failed to realize that his scarlet eyes, still burning, has different colours swirling within it.

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Note: Hai! Michi-san here! Second story of Kurisleen-sensei that I typed down. I'll try to type down all chapters of the story she wrote down on her yellow notebook as fast as I can. Hope you find this one interesting.