Author note: I can already tell that this is going to be my darkest fic. I read over the teaser the next day and I thought "okay… this is different… what happened to happy romantic comedy theme?" My muse appears to be in the same attitude he was when I wrote Sad but True. Why am I referring to other things I've written you may ask? Shameless plugs! Go read other things of mine!

Disclaimer: You think I own anything! Do you have any idea how expensive manga is? My habit is going to drive me out of house and home! Will write for food!

Note: to any of my Dark Wings fans who are wondering why the hell I'm in the HunterxHunter section writing stories and not working on my Dnangel fic, I'm just having trouble writing that chapter. Hopefully it will be up soon. Please be patient! (Yes, that was also a plug)

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Blood Roots

Chapter One:

"Damnit, lost their tracks"

The blonde forced himself to stop and concentrate. There were many of the Lost in the city, so it was difficult to fixate on the specific auras he was searching for. A hungry flicker of aura caught his attention. He ran quickly off in the direction until he came to a playground. A dark forest gently brushed up against the edge of the edge. He could have asked for a better place for a fight but this would have to do. With so much fresh meat so close by he would have a hard time luring them back into the forest. He had to deal with this now before anyone was hurt, or worse, infected.

He closed his eyes again, this time not to search for aura but to take in his environment. He listened to the familiar sounds of the city. Nothing to indicate that anyone would interrupt, but he would have to finish this quickly, just in case. He nearly jumped when someone in one of the nearby apartments turned on their radio. He ignored the music that gently wafted through the park and prepared himself.

Hide in your shell, 'cause the world is out to bleed you for a ride. What will you gain, making your life a little longer?

A low growl caught his attention. Green eyes snapped open to meet the gaze of five pairs of bloodshot amber eyes.

"Wolves," he murmured, "Well, at least you were wolves."

Heaven or Hell, was the journey cold that gave you eyes of steel?

The wolves stepped out of the wooded area and into the playground. The alpha faced the blonde man, gazing at him with an intelligence that matched that of a human's. The blonde gave a little smile. Most humans weren't very smart.

Too frightening to listen to a stranger

It was unsure who moved first. But it was clear who made the first strike. Green eyes glared into amber as metal cut through fur and into the strong muscle.

Too beautiful to put your pride in danger

The other wolves growled as they saw their leader slump down to the ground, limp and lifeless. Normal wolves would recognize the man's superiority and back off to not further risk diminishing their number. Normal wolves.

Don't let the tears linger on inside now, 'cause it's sure time you gained control. If I can help you, if I can help you, if I can help you, just let me know.

A whirl of blades and teeth. A primal dance of death. Like a dancer the blonde seemed to dodge out of the way of attacks and send his own attacks in such a graceful manner that it seemed beautiful. A perfect blend of offense and defense he seemed like an angel. Or a devil.

He stood panting for a moment before sheathing his blades and tucking them away. He noticed dimly that the music had stopped. Carefully, he made his way away out of the tangle of wolf corpses and began checking himself for injury. Not a single cut. No surprise though. It had been a long time since anyone or anything had managed to injure him, even a little bit.

He took out a cell phone and flipped it open.

"Yes?" the voice on the other end asked.

"It's finished" he responded.

"Of course, good work Kurapika. "You can leave now; a clean-up crew will be there in ten minutes."

"I understand" he clicked the phone off and sat down with a sigh.

Yes, it had been a long time since anyone had managed to hurt Kurapika. It had also been a long time since he was satisfied with a victory.

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End note: very short, I know. Incredibly short. I want to make sure people will want to read this before I make it longer. So tell me what you think or I may not continue.