A perfect melody
Kurapika was in the middle of a nightmare.
The moon was shedding a bloody red light, and he was digging a grave.
He can almost feel his hands as they flexed around the shovel and the violent shakes of his body as he refused to look back at what he was burying.
"A spider was dead" he muttered to himself as if it was a mantra.
A spider, he emphasized, it can't be human.
Otherwise it would be his first kill...
The body moved.
The body was laughing, starting a mantra of its own; "One of Us" it said, over and over again.
Kurapika fell to his knees with a deafening scream, his hands covering his ears as he wept uncontrollably.
He had to, he thought, he has to... it was never a choice, never an option.
Revenge was all he had left.
Then a swing of notes rocked him back and forth, like a gentle embrace.
A flute in the distance was spreading wild flowers across his unholy scene.
The blood was melting into nothingness, the body disappeared and he found himself whole.
Beyond his flaws, he was accepted. His sins were washed out as if by holy water, and his eyes met with a pair of kind eyes.
His heart calmed down, he knew his resolve was strong, that he would dissect the spider's legs until he squashes its head.
He couldn't possibly rest before that.
But maybe with that melody around, his already damaged soul can survive through it…