AN: I got bored a started to write a HxH drabble… probably OOC
Mostly KuroxKura pairing
On with the story!
Parts written in italic are Kurapika's thoughts.
Not Alone
The blood flowed down his arm, and trickled to his fingertips, where it condensed and dripped slowly to the ground to form a stain in the dirt. He gripped his bleeding shoulder with his other arm, whole body slumped forward, moving up and down in synch with deep, ragged, breaths.
How could this have happened? A few months ago he had left the head of the Genei Ryodan on a cliff situated on the outskirts of York Shin, so why? Why was it that the accursed man could be standing there, nen aura emanating at full blast with a blank face and dark emotionless eyes staring. Into my soul....
Kurapika lifted his head to stare back, scarlet eyes shining brightly and reflecting the sunset, enhancing the visual effect. His chains hung loosely on his limp arm, they had provided little help in this battle. Kuroro had not held back, he had used his powers to best of his abilities, easily overpowering the Kuruta early in the fight, allowing no room for counterattack.
Defending against such powerful and varied attacks had drained the blonde, and eventually fatigue had created an opening. That was all it took. Kurapika had barely evaded the fatal attack but was still damaged heavily, thus restricting his movements and weakening him further.
Clutching his arm and fighting to remain steady, the Kuruta could do little but watch as Kuroro approached him, materialized Skill Book open and hand raised. Kurapika made no move to shift even when the spider was a couple metre's away.
As multiple nen blades pierced his body, Kurapika arched his back, face contorted in pain. For a few moments he stayed in that position, and when the blades withdrew everything was lost. Blood flowed from each individual cut and piercing, staining his tribal outfit with blood.
His body pitched forward, eyes fading from scarlet and lingering on amethyst, before finally finding their true shade of sapphire blue.
Kuroro took a step forward, allowing the body to slump into his arms. Lowering the boy gently to the ground, the spider looked into the cerulean eyes as they glazed over, and strained to hear the dying words of the last Kuruta.
"At least I won't die alone"
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Edited on 14/4/2010