Author's Note:This is my first public fan fiction so bear with me. I reread everything myself which can be a little difficult since what makes sense in my head might not make sense to the others.

This story came to me because my friend and I both love HxH. She's obsessed with Kurapika and I'm obsessed with Hisoka. Shit happened and they just got… paired together. So I was wondering, "Are there a lot of good HisoPika stories out there?" Spoiler alert. There are not. Haha. I hope you enjoy this odd pairing as much as I do!

This story is about severe mental illnesses. I, myself, suffered from depression due to sexual and physical abuse at a young age so this is close to my heart. I am, however, not an expert so the way I portray the illnesses may not be done as nicely as someone who works in that field. I'm in college for Sociology right now so I'm better at writing about developmental behaviors. Try to cut me some slack, okay? Lol.

Oh! And the characters may not act exactly like they do in the show but you know... I'm staying as true to their personalities as best as I can under the circumstances. How perverted can an amnesiac really be though?

Disclaimer:I don't own any of the characters in this story. Not a single one. However, I DO own the story itself so that's something, huh?

Chapter 1: Lights Out

Dr. Kurapika Kurta's black dress shoes tapped the hard polished floor as he marched down the hall. His long blonde French braid bounced lightly over the small of his back while he moved. His deep blue turtleneck and pressed black slacks looked unwrinkled and crisp, as if he hadn't been working for the past 9 hours. He was holding a clip board that read his new patient's information and he had flipped over it so many times already that everything was permanently engraved into his mind.

Name: Meruem King

Age: 26

Sex: Male

Diagnosis: Severe Sociopathy- differing in sense of right and wrong from the average person.

Meruem King was the youngest of 4 siblings, each sibling only a year apart in age. Pitou, the only sister, was the oldest at 29, Pouf, the oldest brother, was 28, and Youpi, the biggest, was 27.

Although Meruem was the "baby" so to speak, he was the one calling the shots. His older siblings loved him in a dangerously dependent way. Kurapika suspected it had to do with a twisted sense of duty to protect the youngest King sibling. This gave Meruem an extreme sense of entitlement that easily went to his head. It was Meruem who turned the siblings against their mother and started them on the massive killing spree across the country. Meruem was dangerous. They all were. Which was why Kurapika was their doctor.

The young doctor stepped down the cement stairs and moved to the security desk placed in front of a shadowed metal door. The dangling florescent light hanging from the ceiling danced carelessly with his movement. It flickered as if it was threatening to blow out and leave Kurapika alone in the dark with the security guard.

The small blonde male held out his badge to show the guard he was a doctor. He did this pointless action every day for the past 3 years. He was literally the only doctor in the entire hospital qualified to work with the patients in the restricted area. It's not like there were a bunch of people going back and forth. The only ones allowed through this door were Kurapika, certain select guards, and the dean of the hospital. You'd think by now it wouldn't be necessary for him to show his ID but protocol was protocol he supposed.

The guard didn't look up from his book as he buzzed in Kurapika. The door slowly opened and as soon as Kurapika stepped inside it slammed behind him, leaving the doctor with nothing but the echo of metal ringing melodically in the dark hallway.

He was now in the restricted area of the hospital. It was the lowest floor hidden away from the other, less dangerous, levels of the hospital. Dr. Kurta knew this part of 'Infinity Mental Institution' better than he knew his own home. His specialty was usually working with the most ruthless cases. So basically… everyone in the restricted area.

Upstairs were the less severe cases. Sure the diagnoses could be the same; phobias, anxieties, anger issues, etc. But the actions resulting from those disorders were what placed you either in the upper level, with a soft bed and TV time, or here behind a thick bullet proof glass in an empty room with only a mattressless 'bed' and tin toilet. (They tried giving the high risk patients mattresses but too many would use the seams as weapons to strangle guards who cleaned their rooms.)

Dr. Kurta's average day would be spent dealing with murders, rapists, and…

He stopped in front of Meruem King's confinement and stared through the glass at the handsome dark haired man laying causally in bed.

Cannibals.

Kurapika pressed the intercom button that allowed them to communicate before sitting down in the chair provided for him in front of the glass.

"Good evening. My name is-"

"I know who you are." Meruem said without moving. He was laying with his arms crossed behind his head and his eyes closed. "My doctor...Kurta, I believe your name is." He was wearing all white. White pants with a plain white tee. It was the same intensely glaring white as the lightly padded room the cannibal was locked in.

Kurapika briefly glanced down at his blue turtleneck and black slacks. He was glad that he never opted to wear his white lab coat. "Yes, you're correct. I'm your doctor. But you can call me Kurapika." He offered a formal smile.

Meruem turned his head just slightly to get a good look at his doctor. His eyes widened and he seemed a bit surprised. "Aren't you a little young to be a doctor?" He spoke smoothly, as if completely unaware of being caged like an animal.

Kurapika's smile didn't waver. He answered the question just as smoothly. "Yes I'm very young." He laughed lightly. "19 years old. But I assure you I'm completely qualified to help you."

Meruem whistled, impressed. "You must be if you are talking to someone like me." He said 'someone like me' with an unmistakable boast of pride, as if he were a force to be reckoned with. And he was. "I imagine you're one of the best." Because surely only the best doctors could handle him.

Kurapika pulled out his pen and wrote Meruem's name, the date, and time on a clean sheet of paper. He held the clipboard over his elegantly crossed legs. "I'm pretty good." He admitted then waved off the compliment with his hand. "What do you mean 'someone like you,'?" The blonde transitioned smoothly. "You feel like you're different?"

Meruem chuckled. "Well look where I am. I must be." He was still laying in the same position.

"You think you're here because you're different."

"Aren't I?"

Kurapika kept his face unreadable as he wrote down a quick note of how the patient may feel misunderstood. Not uncommon. Most people felt that they weren't understood. Which was probably true. After all, how much could you really know someone without walking in their shoes? Kurapika knew first hand that the most put together and successful person could also be the most broken.

A loud roar of thunder crashed outside and the lights flickered from the raging storm.

"Everyone is a little different." Kurapika spoke over the rumbling. "Even me."

Meruem turned to his side and rested his cheek on the palm of his hand. "Yeah but the difference is that you're on that side of the glass." He pointed out.

Kurapika leaned forward ever so slightly. "Why do you think that is?"

The patient shrugged. "You didn't piss off the wrong people."

"And you did?"

Meruem nodded. "I did."

"How?" Kurapika knew how. But he needed to see if Meruem could comprehend that his actions were immoral or if he would justify them. His file certainly indicated that he couldn't distinguish between right and wrong but the young doctor needed to see that for himself.

"You know how."

"I do. But I'd like to hear your side."

"My side?"

It was Kurapika's turn to nod. "Yes. Everyone has their own side."

"Everyone." Meruem moved to a sitting position and bore his eyes into Kurapika's. "Everyone is different. Everyone has a side." The cannibal was no longer the careless man the young doctor was talking to before. His once handsome face twisted into something in between a smile and a snarl. He looked, for the first time that day, like a killer. "Do I seem like everyone to you?"

"You don't like being compared to everyone else." The doctor stated. "You want to be different."

Meruem's voice was meticulous and he spoke in a dusky whisper. "Don't characterize me." The ominous thunder rumbling above them accentuated his unspoken threat.

Kurapika's mind was running a mile a minute with theories and analyses. Meruem was allowing Kurapika to see who he really was. But the young doctor had to be careful. If he pushed his patient too far he'd close him up during future appointments. "Tell me about your mother. I read that she was pretty close to you."

Meruem was stagnant for a few moments, then he suddenly erupted in joyous laughter. His evil demeanor washed away in the unexpected sound. "You're really something, doctor." He continued laughing at Kurapika's unintended joke. "I am pretty impressed. And you're only 19? Your parents must be proud."

Kurapika winced at the mention of his parents but cleared his throat to hide the action. His patient didn't seem to notice as he kept talking.

Meruem's eyes glazed over in memory. "She did always say I was her favorite…"

Kurapika wrote a note to remind himself to pick up milk after work. He was trying appear slightly puzzled since he knew Meruem needed to feel as if he were a complicated soul the young doctor just couldn't figure out. To his credit, Kurapika still was a little unsure about everything that went on in the cannibal's mind.

"She died though." Meruem titled his chin up in a small attempt to look at what his doctor was writing. "But it says that?"

His files did in fact say she died. But it was HOW she died that disturbed Kurapika. "Yes." He answered.

"Does it say how?" Meruem was sitting up straighter now, obviously excited. "Does it say how she died?"

Kurapika kept his cool, but on the inside his heart was beginning to speed up. "Yes."

Meruem's expression twisted into something cruel and monstrous as he smiled. "It was my idea. My siblings thought it was brilliant." His voiced picked up like a child bragging about getting an A on his report card. "She tasted so sweet."

Kurapika nodded, pretending not to care about the sudden shift in mood. As if their decision to eat their mother was a perfectly logical one. "And so she was the first?"

Meruem's dark expression faded away and he looked bored. "Of many." He finished. "But they died faster." Then he looked at the doctor. He noticed Kurapika was a very attractive man. Long blonde hair to the small of his back was tied in a French braid, his skin looked soft and lovely, his brown eyes were as entrancing as chocolate.

"I'd want to savor you though, Doctor." Meruem snaked his way over to the glass and made sure to look Kurapika in the eyes as he slowly licked the surface of the glass. "Do you taste as sweet as you look."

Kurapika stood up. This session was over. Once a patient started to act out Kurapika would refuse to reward the behavior by entertaining them. The best course of action was to ignore them and come back once they've calmed down.

"I'll see you in a few days, Meruem." Kurapika lightly smiled then turned to walk away. As he was leaving he heard Mr. King whisper something about tasting the blood off Kurapika's neck.

The doctor quickly made his way back to the main floor and then collapsed against the wall. He was exhausted. He arrived at work extremely early that morning to catch up on the King siblings' paperwork and his session with Meruem lasted much longer than he expected. Thank the stars it was Friday... He really needed a relaxing weekend of baths and books to get his mind off his new patient. He certainly hoped talking to the other 3 siblings wouldn't be this much trouble. He hoped. But he knew it would mostly likely be just as stressful.

"Hey~ Pika! It's the end of the day. Why are you still here?" Doctor Leorio Paradinight lightly nudged the blonde with his shoulder. He was a tall lanky man who could be a bit of a jerk sometimes. But Kurapika kind of liked him because behind all that hard exterior was a sweetheart.

A bolt of lightning crashed and the rain pounded mercilessly against the hospital building.

"I had a new patient today." Kurapika smiled up at the doctor, attempting to appear friendly. He knew that Leo had liked him for quite a while and it made him feel a little guilty sometimes. "I guess I lost track of time." He admitted.

Leo chuckled. "Yeah that sounds like you." He paused for a moment and Kurapika knew what was coming next. The taller doctor was about to ask him out again. And Kurapika would be forced to decline…again. "Well… Its Friday night… got anything planned for this weekend? Maybe... you know…"

The blonde cringed. It's not that Kurapika wouldn't want to give the poor guy a shot, but it's just he didn't think it would be a good idea to date someone he worked with. More importantly… Kurapika had a rule about getting too close to anyone. Starting serious relationships with people was not something he did.

"Actually I have a lot of errands to run so I should go." Kurapika quickly interrupted before Leo had a chance fully to ask him out. "Before the storm gets any worse, you know?" As if on cue, another bolt of lightning struck.

Leo was blushing. "Right, right. Well I'll see you on Monday then!" He called, but Kurapika was already out the front door.

Heavy raindrops pelted the blonde's unguarded head as he jogged to his car. He quickly opened the door and retreated inside. His car was small and old. Although he was a great doctor, he was pretty cheap. He owned a standard car and lived in a standard house in a standard neighborhood. Everything he owned was either something he bought used or on sale. His life was not filled with excitement or fun. It was boring and every day was usually exactly like the last.

But he loved every second of his boring life. He liked not having to worry about surprises and he adored waking up to the same routine. It gave his life order and structure. But most importantly it made him feel in control.

Kurapika turned the key and the engine revved up for a few seconds before it stopped. "Come on, not now." He whined. He didn't want to ask Leo for a ride home again. Not after he practically ran away from his date invite. He tried again and this time the car started.

Kurapika let out a triumphed laugh. He pulled out the parking lot and started driving home.

The storm had gotten worse in the 45 minutes he was driving. Kurapika had to drive extra slow in order to keep the car from gliding over the water and veering off the road. His windshield wipers were on the fastest setting and yet he still had to lean forward and squint his eyes just to see a few feet in front of him. He thought about pulling over and waiting out the storm but decided against it since his house was now just down the street.

Lightening crashed again, temporarily blinding him. Kurapika blinked a few times to regain his eyesight and when he did, he saw a lifeless form laying in the middle of the street.

Kurapika cursed and jerked the steering wheel to the side, making the car hydroplane over the water and slam into a fire hydrant.

Water sprayed all over the front of the car, mixing in with the pouring rain. Kurapika's windshield wipers were still going and the young doctor forcefully pushed the airbag down so he could undue his seatbelt.

After freeing himself, he jumped out the car and was instantly assaulted with the freezing water that poured down on his head and covered the streets. He was horrified when he noticed that the water was almost to his calves! Did the figure on the road already drown?

"Hey!" Kurapika rushed to the body. "Hey! Are you okay!?" He screamed as another bolt of lightning struck. It was dark and he almost had trouble finding the unmoving form.

"Hello?! Are you okay?" He lifted up the head and noticed that it was a man. A pretty large man. Almost twice his size actually.

Kurapika rested the man's head in his lap and tried to shield the stranger's unconscious face from the angry storm.

"Help!" The blonde screamed over the fierce crack of lightning. "Somebody help!" His voice was drowned out by the heavy rain and it was so dark that unless someone highlighted them with their car, they wouldn't be seen. "Someone please!" Kurapika screamed one last time.

Kurapika's frantic eyes darted from the lifeless man then to his home. It was about two houses down. Not far for a stroll during the day. VERY far for a small male such as himself to drag this large man in the pouring rain.

But what other choice did he have?

Kurapika stood up and cupped his hands firmly under the unmoving redhead's armpits. He grunted as he started to drag the man toward his house. The water in the road was rising and the extra friction from it pushing against them made Kurapika struggle that much more. He felt his ankle twist under the weight and he fell backwards into the dirty rainwater with a splash.

"S-shit..." He whispered as he slowly stood back to his feet. He cried out in pain when he put pressure on his twisted ankle. He knew that walking on it would only make it worse and a less foolish man would have left this, most likely dead body, in the street and hopped the rest of the way home.

But not Kurapika. Maybe it was the doctor in him. Maybe it was his determination. Or maybe it was just pure stupidity. Whatever it was, Kurapika grabbed the man again and started to drag him, crying out in pain each time he stepped on his injured ankle.

His cries blended in with the roars of the storm and the tears streaming down his face mixed in with the rain. But he didn't care. Still, he kept foolishly dragging that heavy body toward his house until eventually after what seemed like hours, he made it to his front door.

With one hand, Kurapika pulled out his keys and unlocked the door, then with one final burst of energy he dragged the man inside, closed the front door behind them, and then collapsed on the floor.

His once neat French braid had come undone and he was soaked to the bone. The small blonde doctor allowed himself to catch his breath for a few seconds. Then he got up and dragged the man in front of his fireplace.

The first thing Kurapika did once he was satisfied with the stranger's placement was to check and see if he was even alive. It'd really suck if he twisted his ankle and crashed his car for a dead body.

He felt the man's pulse. It was slow, but there.

Kurapika used his coffee table to aid himself to a standing position. He pathetically grunted as he hopped on his good foot and made his way into his bedroom. It took some serious effort but Kurapika managed to change into some dry clothes, sweats and a white shirt, and put his soaking waist length hair into a towel.

Groaning, Kurapika sat on his soft queen sized bed and wrapped himself up in his forest green comforter as he looked at his phone. His cellphone, to his dismay, was ruined in the rain and he didn't have a house phone because… well… he never thought he'd need one with a cellphone!

Great. Now what was he supposed to do? It's not like he could get in his car and drive them to a hospital. And he certainly was not going to walk anywhere anytime soon.

Reality suddenly hit him right in his stupid risk taking face.

He just dragged some random unconscious guy into his HOUSE! That guy could have been a murderer or criminal! What was he thinking!? He of all people should know better than to put himself in pointless danger!

"Ugh!" Kurapika fell backwards on his bed and glared at the ceiling.

It would have been the smart thing to leave the guy in the road.

It would've been. But…

Kurapika knew in his heart of hearts he would never be able to do that. He couldn't live with himself if he knew he could've saved someone's life and he turned his back on them. Even if it meant putting himself at risk.

"I'm an idiot." He mumbled. Then he got out of bed and hopped all the way back into the living room.

The man was still lying quietly in front of the fireplace.

"Nice to see you made yourself at home." Kurapika said under his breath as he threw some dry wood in the holding rack and started a fire to warm up the troublesome stranger.

To make the night even worse, Kurapika discovered that the storm had knocked out all the power. No light or heat for him unless he wanted to snuggle up to Mr. Talkative here.

Nope. Not going to happen.

After the fire was started Kurapika grabbed a throw blanket from off the counter then snuggled up to himself on the couch.

The fire crackled and Kurapika jealously eyed the stranger who was lucky enough to be directly in front of their only source of warmth. "Don't get too comfortable." He warned as if the man was actually listening to him. "As soon as this storm is gone, so are you."

The small blonde snuggled deeper into his blanket, still glaring at the man. Then slowly his brown eyes closed and he fell asleep.

Author's Note: Annnnnnd done! I hope this was written well enough. My beautiful Hisoka wakes up in the next chapter! How exciting!

I am not expecting a lot of views but I hope those who DO read this don't think it's too horribly written. I assume there are some mistakes since I have to reread this myself and as I said earlier… I suck at catching my mistakes sometimes. Lol.

Feel free to review and give me some feedback. I really enjoy advice on how to make my writing better!